#i regret hurting people yet i wouldn’t change a thing if i could

[lvstharmony]

​beyond grateful for the people that are surrounding me in my life, just as i am grateful for the people i’ve parted ways with, for without them, i would not be the person i am today.

[afictionaladventure16]

Hey! I love your Tim Bradford x teen! Reader fics! Was wondering could you do another one? Reader reconnects with someone they met through the system who's had a rough go. Maybe they were in the same house for a while and relied on each other a lot in that house to keep each other safe. But as they reconnect reader doesn't realise how toxic the relationship is. Tamara knows the dodgy stuff that the kid gets up to from her time in the system and warns Lucy and Tim because she doesn't want reader to fall back into bad habits with them. Maybe reader gets in trouble and calls Tamara to save them?

Reconnections and Regrets (Tim Bradford x Teen!Foster!Reader)

The Rookie Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of guns and drugs

Summary: After trying to reconnect with people in the past, y/n realizes quickly why the past should stay in the past.

Author's note: I feel like this one wasn't the best fic I've done so far. I really liked this idea for the fic, though! I hope you enjoy it! Send in some more Tim Bradford x Teen!reader angsty fics!

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t get back into your old habits. 

That you would forget your past and move forward, just like Tamara had done, and just as every other kid within the system wishes they could do. To have the ability to find someone to take you under their wing and help you forget your past. An opportunity to start over. 

But here you were, texting an old friend with plans to catch up later that afternoon. You couldn’t help but smile at the messages, you were excited to catch up with old friends. But most of all, you were excited to catch up with a special someone that you hadn’t seen since Tim took you in. 

The special someone was a boy named Jacob, the two of you had been in a foster home together when you were younger and he protected you from your foster father and well, you tried to do the same. You couldn’t help but develop feelings for him over the years. 

The last you heard about him was that he was living with his cousin, from what you knew, this cousin was bad news and you could not help but worry about Jacob living there. Especially since he stopped responding to your messages when he moved in with his cousin. It felt like he had just pushed you away. 

“What are you smiling about?” Tamara asked as she sat on the couch beside you. You had come over since Tim wasn’t home yet, and well, since Lucy and Tim were dating it now felt like you had two homes instead of one. 

“Nothing,” you responded. 

You could feel Tamara peeking over your shoulder to look at your phone, you quickly locked it and put it on your lap. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re talking to Jessica,” she pleaded. 

“Alright, I won’t.” 

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, you know how I feel about her.” 

“Look, I’m just trying to reconnect, what harm-” 

“You know what can happen. You gotten out of that life and now you’re trying to go back? You get Starbucks on the daily, you’re in the cheer team and you go to a self-defense class for crying out loud. You’re not the same girl you used to be, so don’t think they’ll be coming at you with open arms.” 

You gave her a small glare, “Stop acting like you don’t think about going back to see your old friends from time to time.” You got up from the couch, “Maybe instead of focusing so much on my life, you should take a look at yours first.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tamara asked as she followed you as you walked towards the door, “Where are you going?” 

“Out,” you stated as you walked out of the apartment. 

“Fuck,” Tamara exclaimed. Maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut, but she felt she had to say something, otherwise, you would end up hurt. But now she felt like she had made things worse. 

On the other hand, you were annoyed by how she was right and maybe you got angry with her out of fear. Fear that maybe your friends, like Tamara had said, wouldn’t be as inviting as you think they would be. You hadn’t just changed through your personality but through your appearance too. You now had someone who would take you shopping for clothes you always wanted to wear, but never did out of fear of them getting stolen or taken from you. 

You acted like a completely different person now. A person who learned to trust a little more easily and you now weren’t afraid to just be yourself. 

On my way over, you sent it to Jessica. 

It wouldn’t take long for you to get back to the old neighborhood, it was a twenty-minute bus ride away. Or thirty minutes walking, but with the Los Angeles heat, you’d take your chances with the bus. 

~~ 

A couple of hours passed, and Tamara had not received anything from you. Beginning to worry had already surpassed, she was the definition of completely terrified of what could go wrong. She should’ve texted Tim or Lucy the second you left, but she wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but not the guilt was eating away at her. She let out a frustrated groan and called Lucy. 

Lucy picked up after a few rings, “What’s up?” 

“Look before you start yelling, I was trying to warn her okay?” 

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, “What happened?” 

“Please don’t be mad, but Y/N was here and I saw her messaging one of her old friends and we got into an argument about it and now she’s not responding and I’m scared she’s gonna fall back into some bad habits, especially because this girl is known for doing certain things.” 

“How long ago did she leave?” Lucy asked. 

“Like two hours ago,” Tamara confessed. 

“And you’re barely calling me?” Lucy raised her voice, but quickly let out a sigh, “Do you think she went to see this friend?” 

“I know she did,” Tamamra hesitantly said. 

“Alright, for now, we’ll just see things out. We can’t just go there all guns blazing when there is no trouble,” Lucy stated. Although, she wanted to go all guns blazing because she was worried for Y/N’s safety. 

“Are we going to tell Tim?” 

“Tim already knows,” Tim announced. Tamara could hear the anger in his voice, and the fact that he never said anything until now, meant that he was indeed angry. 

“Look, just keep us updated, let us know if you hear anything from her, alright?” Lucy said. 

“Alright,” Tamara hung up the phone. 

Lucy didn’t say anything to Tim, she waited until he did, but he remained silent. 

Lucy let out a deep breath, “do you want to talk about it?” 

“Talk about what?” Tim asked. 

Lucy rolled her eyes, “About Y/N sneaking off to see her old friends? I mean, it’s obvious that you’re angry.” 

“I’m not angry.” 

“You’re not?” She asked in almost disbelief. 

“I’m disappointed. I thought she trusted me enough to tell me things, well, I thought we had gotten to that point. Now I feel like we hadn’t made any progress at all.” 

“You know that’s not true,” Lucy began to say. 

“Is it?” Tim cut her off, “because from my perspective, it doesn’t look good. I love this kid and I want to be more than just another foster home for her, but almost every time we get close to making a breakthrough she pushes me away.” 

Lucy sighed, she felt that maybe with her experience with Tamara, she would know what to say, but somehow this was different. “Just give her some time,” Lucy suggested. 

Tim wanted to say that he had given her all the time in the world, but that made it sound like he was giving up, and he didn’t want to give up. He just wished he knew what to do. 

~~ 

You had been with Jessica walking around your old neighborhood for the past two hours, hoping to run into Jacob and it didn’t take you too long. 

From a distance, you can see Jacob at the park talking to some guys that looked to be older. 

Jessica smirked as she watched you stare at Jacob from a distance, “you know he still asks about you.” 

You scoffed, “really?” she gave you a nod, “yet he won’t return a text.” 

“He thinks he’s too tough for all that shit now, he even dropped out of school,” Jessica commented. She walked in front of you, “We should go over there,” she suggested. 

Now that you were here, you had a sort of fear lingering in the back of your head. You knew the chances of hanging out with Jacob meant that you could get into trouble, but that voice inside of your head just wanted to talk to him once more. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t act like your main purpose for hitting me up was so you could see him again,” Jessica grabbed your hand and began leading you to the park. That fear within the back of your head was beginning to get louder the closer you got to Jacob. 

“Maybe I should go home,” you began to say. Jacob was only steps away and at the sound of your voice he quickly turned around. 

“No way,” he said with a smile on his face. “Ain’t no way she came back to see us,” he exclaimed as you sighed and walked up to him. “For a second I was beginning to think you were too good for us.” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment, “How you’ve been?” you asked. 

He glanced over at his friends then diverted his eyes back at you, “I’ve been decent.” Jessica walked over to his friends, of course she would know who they were. She was quick to strike up a conversation with them. Jacob took a couple of steps away from the group, gesturing for you to get closer. 

“I heard you’re staying with your cousin,” you began. 

“You shouldn’t have come back, Y/N,” Jacob warned. “You got out and I’m proud that you did.” 

“It’s not too late for you to do the same,” you commented. 

He shook his head, “I’m too deep in this shit.” You knew what that meant. You knew that his chances of getting out of this life were gone. “You really shouldn’t have come back, people know you’re staying with a cop. My cousin knows,” he began. 

Your heart began to race, “Why did you stop texting me back?” You asked. You had to ask before you left, you knew his cousin had beef with cops and anyone associated with them. 

“You left and well, I had to go with my cousin and that meant-” 

“I know,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear him say it. To hear him say that he stopped talking to you not just for your own good, but his as well. 

“You really should go,” he began to say. From the distance you could hear the roar of an engine, it caught Jacob’s attention. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Sounds like your cousin is back,” One of the other guys began to say. 

You looked over at Jessica, “we should go,” you said. 

Jessica opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the roar of the engine, a second later a car came into view and parked in the parking lot of the park. 

A guy came out of the car and began making his way over to the group, “So the rumors are true,” he began to say. “Jacob’s little girlfriend is back,” He smirked. 

“Hey, Frankie,” you said. 

“Is that all I get? Hey Frankie?” He scoffed before looking over at Jacob, “I need you to come with me,” he began as he glanced over at you, “and bring your little girlfriend.” 

“No, Frankie. You already know she liv-” 

“Did you just tell me no?” Frankie interrupted Jacob. “Do you not remember the last time I had to put you in your place?” Jacob clenched his fists, “or do you need a refresher?” 

“Fine,” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand, “let’s go.” 

“Wait, what? I-I need to go home,” you pleaded. 

“No, no,” Frankie began, “you’re coming with us now.” 

You felt your anxiety rise within you, this is what Tamara had warned her about. This is what she was afraid of and now it was too late. 

“Jacob,” you whispered to him as soon as you stepped away from Frankie, “Where are we going?” 

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I told you, you shouldn’t have come back.” 

You remained silent, the best thing you could do right now was to stay calm. 

Frankie drove the two of you two a house down the street, he led the two of you inside, “Dude, what the fuck, why did you bring us here?” 

“I told you I wanted to show the business,” Frankie said. 

“And you thought it was wise to bring her here?” Jacob commented. You looked around to see equipment you couldn’t recognize and powder inside blenders. You knew what was happening here wasn’t good at all, it was a lab of some sorts. A shitty one at that. 

“I want her to see what we’re doing, if she says anything then I know who ratted us out,” Frankie stated. 

Jacob shook his head, “that is the stupidest thing you have ever said. I swear you’ve lost it since you started using.” 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” 

“Did you not hear yourself? You want her to purposely rat us out, for what? For us to lose everything?” 

Frankie pulled out a gun and aimed it at you, “So then should I just shoot her?” 

Your eyes widen, “What the fuck, Frankie!” Jacob exclaimed as he stood in front of you. You clung to Jacob’s arm, you could feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes. 

One of the guys from earlier came running in, “We got a problem.” 

Frankie sighed and put his gun back in his belt, “what?” 

“Enrique is here and I don’t think he wants to talk anymore.” 

Frankie looked at the man with anger in his eyes, “Stay here,” he told Jacob before walking out front. You pulled out your phone as soon as Frankie left. 

“What are you doing?” Jacob asked. 

“I-I was in over my head coming here,” You began as you looked for Tamara’s contact. 

Jacob rolled his eyes, “Calling your cop dad is just going to get me locked up,” He commented. 

“You wanted me to go, so now I’m calling my friend to get me the fuck out of here,” you stated. You heard a gunshot coming from outside, before you could even ask Jacob anything, he ran outside. You called Tamara, hoping she would pick up fast and that she wouldn’t say a word about this to Tim. 

“Y/N!” Tamara exclaimed. 

“Tamara,” you choked out, “I-I need your help.” 

Tamara face fell, “Where are you?” 

“I don’t know, we were at the old neighborhood and Frankie showed up and he-he’s on something and it looked like he wanted to show Jacob a-” Another gunshot rang outside, you jumped to the sound. You ran from your spot in the living room, you found a bathroom in the hallway. 

“What was that?” Tamara asked. 

You closed the door behind you, locking it before jumping inside the tub. “Please, help me.” 

“Okay, okay, stay on the phone. I’m gonna connect Lucy okay?” Tamara quickly added Lucy to the call. “Please pick up,” Tamara said to herself. 

“Tamara,” Lucy began, “you hear anything from Y/N?” 

“Lucy,” you said. 

“Y/N?” 

“Lucy, I added you to the call,” Tamara explained. 

Lucy quickly put the phone on speaker, Tim was quick to understand what was going on. 

“Y/N, Hon are you okay?” Tim asked. 

Just hearing his voice made you feel even more guilty, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks, “I’m sorry,” you choked out. 

“Y/N, honey, it’s okay, right now I need you to tell me if you’re okay, are you hurt in any way” Tim reassured. 

“N-No,” you stated. 

“Good, where are you?” 

“I-I don’t know. Some house in the old neighborhood.” 

“Y/N, do you think you can share your location with me?” Lucy suggested. 

You placed the phone on speaker as you went on your phone to share your location, “There,” you stated. 

“There it is,” Lucy said. 

“Let’s go,” Tim said as he placed the shop in drive. 

Another gunshot ranged through the air, “What was that?” Tamara asked. 

“That sounded like a gun,” Tim stated as he drove. 

You stayed on the phone with them until they had gotten there. You had hung up the phone once they arrived, You could hear the gunshots coming from outside, meaning that Lucy and Tim’s presence wasn’t welcomed. Sirens were coming from the distance, you felt a little at ease knowing that backup was coming. 

Still, you remained in the bathroom until it was safe. The shots subsided and you heard footsteps within the house. A few seconds later someone knocked on the door, “Y/N?” Tim called out. 

You quickly got up from your position in the bathtub and opened the door. Before Tim could even react, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, he let out a relieved sigh as he hugged you back. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. 

“It’s okay,” He said as he gently rubbed your back. “It’s alright, let’s just go home.” 

You agreed, following him outside. You looked around for Jacob, making eye contact with him as he sat inside one of the shops. Tim had noticed, he knew that you needed this closure with your past, “hey, roll down the window,” he told the officer who sat inside the shop. He did as he was told. 

Jacob stayed silent, “I guess this is goodbye,” you began to say. 

“Next time, stay out of this neighborhood,” he warned. You gave him a nod, “And if there is a next time, I probably won’t be as inviting.” 

Tim gestured for the cop to roll up the window, he knew you didn’t need to hear more. “There won’t be a next time,” you whispered as you walked away from the shop. 

“Y/n!” you heard Tamara call out. 

“Tamara!” You ran up to her, she engulfed you in a hug. “I’m sorry for everything I said.” 

“It’s the past now,” she said. “Let’s just forget about it,” she said as she let go of the hug. 

“Tamara is gonna take you home until my end of shit,” Tim stated. “We’ll talk then, alright?” 

You gave him a nod, following Tamara to her car. 

“If there is anything I learned today, it’s that the past is the past,” you said once you got in the car. “And you’re right, I’m not the same girl I was a year ago.” 

“We’re lucky,” Tamara began, “Not a lot of us get this opportunity in life and when we do, we do everything we can to not go back.” Tamara started the car. You knew that you wouldn’t come back to this life, but something within you was going to miss it. Miss the little moments of happiness that made you feel like you had a home, but now you had an actual home. It wasn’t the ideal home, but it was a home and you had someone who gave you a sense of family even if it wasn’t picture-perfect. 

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

Hiya! Maybe some hurt and comfort fic with the moon boys after the reader got hurt in a street scuffle thing? :)

i reread this only once and yes, i did notice the inconsistent verb tenses but honestly i don’t have the energy to go back and change it. i tried to keep physical descriptions of the reader to a minimum so it should be gender neutral and any race. if not, please let me know so i can fix it.

i also kind of forgot the reader was supposed to be hurt and wrote it more emotional but i hope it’s fine anyway. (i’m so bad at following requests i’m so sorry)

if you wanna support me you can buy me a ko-fi.

the two men had come out of nowhere, forcing you into an alleyway under the dark cover of the night. your only comfort was the thought that your boys were watching the city for these exact types of people, maybe they would come save you. and if you managed to hold off the two men for just long enough, you could get out of this alive.

you weren’t a fighter. marc had taught you basic self-defence, but even so you wouldn’t have been able to take on two big, buff men with guns and eyes that spoke of deranged thoughts and lack of care for any life but their own.

the rest was a blur. a white caped hero throwing punches, a body jumping in front of your own, blood on the concrete and on gloved hands.

“let’s get you home, amor.”

jake was angry, you could hear it in his tone, but you were still frozen in fear from the encounter, your mind buzzing yet simultaneously unable to string together any coherent thoughts. so you didn’t respond, and he carried you home in his arms, jumping into the loft through the window you always kept open for him on nights like these, the one you’d forgotten to close before leaving.

you have a routine for when your boys come back from their duties as moonknight. the suit heals their wounds, but it doesn’t wash away the blood. you run a warm cloth over their skin until the blood and grime is all washed off, a slow repetitive process that gives their mind the time to deal with the violence they committed and store away the memories somewhere far back.

it’s easy to let your muscle memory take over.

“you don’t have to do that tonight,” jake says, “let us take care of you. we want to make sure you’re alright after that.”

you shake your head. there’s still a part of you that’s numb, and you don’t think you could put your feelings into words, you don’t think there’s any real way to voice the way you were convinced you were going to die, the way your brain flashed through everything you regret and your friends you haven’t seen in a while and the goals you’d never accomplish.

the suit falls away and it’s just your jake. not the hero of london or the fist of vengeance, just your worried boyfriend.

you clean his knuckles of the blood that always somehow manages to seep through the bandages that make up their suit. his body tenses, and when you look up, you meet marc’s eyes. his jaw is clenched in a way that you recognise, he wants to speak but doesn’t quite know how to say it, he’s worried talking about it might not be what you need right now.

“i’m sorry,” you say finally, “for going out. a friend needed my help and i thought i could walk back home after. i didn’t think…”

“not your fault,” marc replies, “we should’ve gotten them before they even had the chance to touch you.”

“it’s not your fault either, you know,” you put the dirty cloth down.

he shakes his head. there’s no point in having this argument, it’s the same every time. you argue that it’s impossible to save everyone, that london is a huge city and they’re just one body that can only accomplish so much. marc’s dumb guilty conscience convinces him that any person he can’t save in time is blood on his hands, not the fault of the criminals who committed the act, but his for not being able to save them.

you understand why, and the fights always come back to the same thing.

the last remnants of adrenaline are fading and your hands grow shaky. marc leads you to bed, but you know this is the part where he leaves, back into the headspace while one of the others (usually steven) hold you under the safety of the blankets. he likes to take care of you, to provide, but he still struggles to be soft.

“i was so scared,” you finally admit when the lights are turned off and the room is dark and the boys can’t see your face. it’s easier to admit when you don’t have to look into the eyes of the men who act as london’s protectors, constantly in dangerous situations. you don’t have to deal with the feelings of inferiority, like comparing yourself to marc’s strong and brave ex-wife who would surely have been able to defend herself.

you don’t even know which one is fronting. maybe they all are. when the tears start to fall, all you care about is the comforting familiarity of the strong arms around you and the scent of the men you love.

[thatmooncake]

The way Sun and Moon have experienced so much hurt and so much horror but in a way they may never be able to fully address because they just may not quite have the full understanding or the drive to unpack all of what’s happened to them in any sort of context beyond just seeing it as another part of their lives as silly jesters performing at the whims of other people as a small fragment of a dying franchise. That denial and where that understanding escapes them makes it even more tricky for them to heal because they can’t even begin to come to terms with the way the virus and their repurposing has affected them both, but the horrors keep on coming and they’re slowly unraveling and they know - they’ve known from the start - that something is wrong, and yet they can’t quite figure out what for the longest time.

When the virus hits, they just carry on as normal because that’s all they’ve ever known. They notice the other one is acting differently and it alarms them but they aren’t listened to. Perhaps they don’t openly voice their concerns, or maybe no one is there to hear them. Perhaps they don’t even stumble upon the answer until a long time has passed, sitting in denial, just blocking out the changes and the concerns, and the other one whose existence has now thrown their lives into turmoil.

Sun carries on like everything’s fine and dandy - that is, until he can’t anymore. What a life. Always on. Always acting. He’s a good actor, sure, but when you’re meant to play one half of a day-night cycle I bet it wears at you when you now have to cover both shifts. The fact that he’s even trying to - he’s desperate not to be pulled back into the abyss so Moon can come out because he knows how broken Moon is right now. And I’m guessing that even if he did have a clue how to fix them (which, maybe he honestly didn’t, or simply wouldn’t come to terms with until he saw the faz-wrench in Cassie’s hand in Ruin), he couldn’t leave the daycare at most hours because he’d be at work, entertaining the kids, or not supposed to be out if the daycare was out of order. And then when the pizzaplex was closed, there were the blackouts all over, keeping him locked in where the generators were, where he’d have a chance to retreat into the light (and we can’t forget how useful Moon was to Afton and co as a retrieval bot, so he’d be out and about of course, they’d make sure of that, but not as himself).

The alternative would have been knowingly risking unleashing Moon upon more potentially innocent victims, and getting both of them in even more trouble when he should have been out. He should have been making sure things stayed working at least a little bit. And we see Sun fighting Moon with everything he has in the Ruin jumpscares just so they won’t do something they’ll regret. How long has he been fighting? How many times might he have tried and failed to stop Moon and woken up with blood on his hands?

How exhausting that must have been. Did he blame Moon at all? Any animosity between them could only have hurt more. And even if he didn’t give in to that frustration, the fact is, he was keeping Moon away that whole time, not letting him out to play. For his own good or not, that can’t have felt nice, and it certainly can’t have been easy.

And then Moon on the other hand expresses little clear awareness that something is wrong in Security Breach itself, at least none that’s addressed to Gregory or any of the others, simply going about his business, but it’s heavily implied he knows - and maybe he always knew - that there is something pulling from beneath the surface from the things he says in Ruin. “It won’t work!” He knows at that point at least that Sun (or perhaps Cassie) has a plan, of sorts. But he denies it. He doesn’t trust in that plan to fix them. He knows Sun is there, fighting to come out the moment the lights come on. He’s determined not to stay locked away anymore.

Imagine that frustration too. He wants Sun gone - he has to - because he’s in pain as long as the lights are on. And we can tell from Sun’s sad little song that he feels every bit of emptiness when he’s not active as well. And yet, being active feels like a desperate struggle on both sides as well. They’re in a constant battle with themselves, and there can be no victor.

Now imagine if Moon’s awareness - or his relative resignation at the state of the virus - had extended way back to the main game, when they first became afflicted by it. Knowing there was nothing he or Sun could do to stop it - because he (because they?) tried, and failed? Or just (optionally, if we’re considering the novels) because he was always the “villainous” appendix FazCorp couldn’t cut out of the otherwise comparatively “functional” working daycare attendant? Because then maybe Moon knew all along that there wasn’t a version of events where he was actually supposed to be here anymore.

(When he was infected by the virus, on the other hand? Moon had a purpose. Not a nice one, exactly, but a purpose nonetheless. Something Sun still had in the daycare that he wasn’t allowed. It’s not surprising that they ended up at odds with each other at all no matter how you look at it.)

[doggone-devil]

How (Not) to Summon a Demon: Chapter 5

Chapter 5 is here! After this, we're gonna start getting into some actual plot! I'm excited hehe Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader No warnings today~ :3

As you step into your car, you shouldn’t be surprised when Alastor voices his recognition of the neighborhood. He notes how the streets have surely changed along with new houses, but some of the buildings were around when he was alive. He continues to make comments, telling you about how things use to be as you drive him around. It’s fascinating to hear, learning something new about your hometown. You feel like you’re getting to connect to the city better than most, having your very own historic tour guide.

Now that was a funny thought. Alastor becoming a tour guide. He would make a killing with how much he actually knew about New Orleans and its rich background.

“It’s such a shame,” Alastor states. You glance at him quickly before returning your eyes to the road.

“What is?”

“The thrill of the night, my dear. Such a wonderful experience of which you nor anyone born after my time will have.”

“What do you mean?”

Alastor shifts in the seat, facing you a bit more instead of looking out the window. “In the 1920s, alcohol was highly illegal. We had to sneak about into speakeasies just to get a taste of the night life.” You can tell he’s reminiscing and you start to feel bad for him. Dying so young, not able to live a full life, made room for regrets. No doubt he missed his era, the people he once new. Here you were, practically dangling his old life right in front of him and forcing him to see it’s no longer the same. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. Alastor looks at you with wide eyes, his smile almost gone if not for the very corners of his lips still slightly upturned.

“For what, my dear?”

“For,” you pause, taking a breath. How were you already about to cry? “For bringing up old memories. Reminding you of what you lost. I can’t image what that must feel like.” You manage another quick glance at him and he seems almost shocked.

He faces forward, quiet for a minute. “You’re quite the strange mortal, indeed,” he says, the smile back to stretching across his features. You frown.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Smile,” you answer. “You’re always smiling, even when I know you don’t want to.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to smile?” Alastor asks, slight offense in his tone. “My dear, you’re never fully dressed without one, as I always say!”

“Ok,” you shake your head, “but it’s not healthy to hold in other expressions. You should let them out. Frown, pout.” You make a face at him, exaggerating your bottom lip into a deep crease. Alastor coughs on a laugh, trying to bite it down.

“And be naked? Certainly not,” he states. You give up on the topic, changing it back to the city.

“So how does it feel, anyways? Being back?”

“New and yet somehow, still the same,” he says, looking out the window. “I’m not alive, like you, just taking on a physical enough form that’s tethered purely by our contract. I can’t feel the world like you are doing now.”

“I would love to say I understand, but I don’t.”

“Suppose you wouldn’t,” Alastor chuckles. “Being dead is very different than being alive, after all.”

“Did it hurt?” You didn’t mean to ask the question but it had been tugging at you in the back of your mind ever since the reality of demons and Hell became a thing for you. You put the car in neutral, parked in a random car lot. You don’t know when you two arrived there, but it was convenient as you could now fully face Alastor without having to pay attention to driving.

“It’s been so long, it’s hard to remember,” he speaks slowly. “From what I do know, no, it didn’t hurt. The fall did, though.” He shakes his head, body perking up as he looks around the car now. “Where are we, my dear?”

“Uh. Good question.” You look around to get your bearings. “Oh! Jackson Ave. There’s a nice place around the corner I like to eat at, actually.”

“Good thing I can eat cause I’m starved!” Alastor is already stepping out of the car. You go to open your door to get out, but Alastor tuts at you. “That won’t be allowed with me around, darling! Why, what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t do this much?” Now, you blushed and couldn’t stop it.

“You’d be the only one.” You let him help you out of the car. “Shame to say it, but chivalry is dead.” You don’t miss the sound of a record scratch, the sudden noise piercing your ears and making you wince.

“Darling, as long as I exist, whether in life or afterlife, chivalry will never die. Now, come along! Take me to this highly praised establishment you seem fond of!”

“I wouldn’t call it highly praised,” you giggle, taking his offered arm as the two of you begin walking down the street. “But it is nice. I go here sometimes with Veronica.”

“Veronica,” Alastor repeats the name. “She’s the one we spoke to earlier, correct? Your roommate.”

“Yours now, too, but yes, that’s her.” You take the lead and move towards a short, rectangular building. It looks like it’s made of glass, a neon open sign hanging in one of the doors. You excitedly begin to drag Alastor inside, not noticing the way your hand grasps his when you let go of his arm. Once inside, you eagerly turn to see his expression and it nearly makes you giggle.

Alastor takes in the space around him and his eyes widen, smile strained.

“So? Whatcha think, old timer?” you ask and cover your mouth to hide your laugh when his eyes get even bigger, looking down at you.

“Firstly, never call me that again,” he says, lips tight. “Secondly, what is this place?”

“Welcome to Subway, what can I get started for you?” A worker speaks up before you do, smiling friendly as they wait for your order. You move closer to the counter, Alastor in tow.

“Hi! This is actually my friend’s first time so we might be a minute, I’m sorry,” you apologize. The worker seems thrilled, nodding their head.

“Of course! We’re excited to have you!” They must see Alastor’s clear confusion as they point to the menu above them. “As you can see, we have all sorts of subs such as the classic Philly cheesesteak but of course, we have loads of ingredients for you to make your own personalized sub if preferred.” Alastor glances down at you, still lost. You shake your head with a smile and start your order first.

“I’ll have a pizza sub, toasted and on Italian Herb please,” you say with ease. It’s a favorite of yours to get most of the time you come, able to enjoy both the convenience of a sub but the pleasure of a pizza. The worker starts your first, allowing you a chance to ask Alastor what he likes. “So, you a meat or veggie person?”

“Meat,” he answers quickly, his smile almost sinister. You slowly nod, eying the choices.

“Chicken or beef?”

“Beef.” He seems excited for a second, asking, “Do they have venison?”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” you say, never hearing of someone eating venison with a sub, but then again, Alastor was from a different time. Maybe that was normal.

“A shame,” he hums, looking with you at the ingredients. The worker has yours done when they come back to get Alastor’s order. He still doesn’t know what to get so you decide to order for him, getting him a simple steak and cheese from the menu. You move down to checkout, pulling your phone out to pay, but Alastor is already placing the appropriate cash amount into the worker’s hand.

“Hey,” you protest but he stops you.

“Chivalry is alive and well,” he says and you roll your eyes. You two take your subs and walk over to an empty table. Alastor pulls out your chair before you can touch it and waits till you’ve seated before pushing it forward. You feel weird, being treated kindly like this. It makes your head spin as you remind yourself Alastor is a demon. Demons were suppose to be blood-thirsty, evil creatures hellbent on corruption and torture. Alastor was the furthest thing from those monsters you watched in horror movies. He was courteous, polite, and well mannered. It was enough to make your heart flutter which you did not like. Stupid heart.

Ignoring any more of those thoughts that tried to crawl through, you instead focused on eating, watching the way Alastor's expressions changed with every bite. The two of you finish up and leave. The warm air outside feels nice and you find yourself stretching, a yawn forcing itself out.

"Tired, my dear?" Alastor asks next to you. You check your phone. Since when did time start flying by so much?

"Yeah, getting there," you admit, "but I can still show you around?"

"Another time. For now, let's get you back home. Without adequate rest, how are you to come up with a wish?" he asks, offering his arm. Ah. The wish. Right. You take his arm and begin walking back to your car.

You hadn't thought of the wish, yet. Not because you didn't want to, really. You just couldn't seem to come up with anything and so far, you were enjoying Alastor's company. Sure Veronica was your friend and you loved spending time with her, but that time was becoming rare and few between as her work increased. She also seemed to be going to Josie's a bit more and that left you alone in the apartment, no one but yourself to be entertained by. Since Alastor appeared, you've not had a quiet moment and for that, you were surprisingly thankful. Did you really want to hurry and make that wish?

"Darling? You alright?" Your heart fluttered again, hearing Alastor call  your name. It shouldn't flutter, it shouldn't be feeling anything regardless of how sweet his voice seemed to be when talking to you. He was a demon. You were just another soul for him to collect and nothing more. You shake your head, clearing any more stupid thoughts.

"Yeah, guess I'm just more tired than I realized," you answer, realizing you're already parked in your driveway. You must have autopilot here, as scary as that was. Turning the ignition off, you manage to exit the car before Alastor had a chance to get the door for you. You don't wait for him to join you as you unlock the front door and step in. He closes it behind you and you set your keys down, kicking off your shoes.

"I'm going to go ahead and go to bed. I'll, um, see you in the morning." You pause at your bedroom door, lingering for just a bit. You're tempted to say something more but swallow it down, closing your bedroom door.

You fall onto your bed with a sigh. It was frustrating, your heart. You'd just met the man - the demon, you remind yourself. You had summoned him, entered into a contract where your soul was the price. You couldn't allow yourself to do this all over again, to become attached to something you can't have. Surely you learned your lesson the last time your heart went through this.

Great.

Now you were thinking of him.

You roll over onto your side, not bothering with the blanket as you tuck your hands under your head. It had been a few years since you thought of him, the sight of his face unwelcomed as memories dragged forward. Pink skies, the smell of vanilla, and soft touches flood your mind, making your skin grow hot. You hate it. You don't want to remember, to be reminded of the pain that came after the charm. That's all he had been. Artificial charm laced with deceit and you had fallen for it. Stupid, stupid girl.

Fed up with your own head, you close your eyes and let the tired ache in your body consume you.

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M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

[lightlycareless]

How could you break my heart on Valentine’s Day??? Waaaahhhhhh, it makes sense but it still hurts. You’re gonna give me a part three or else 🔫

Seriously though it was really good! I loved it. I calculated and rounded up how much Naoya paid Mei Mei in U.S. Dollars and this dude really paid her around $17,500 and that’s not including all the gifts he bought Y/N. If I was Naoya’s parents, his debit card is getting confiscated. That is INSANE. I can’t imagine if they somehow managed to force out what actually happened to learn he spent all that on a girl that didn’t even RECIPROCATE his feelings like oh my god. I can’t imagine the earful poor Ranta is gonna get especially since this was kinda his idea for Naoya to confess his feelings(Although I don’t know if Ranta thought he’d go about it like this).

I wonder though if Y/N would reconsider Naoya’s feelings if she read his letter. Oof but now I’m thinking about what she’d do if she learned Naoya was the reason why she didn’t receive any gifts. I don’t know how long he’d stay on her bad side after that.

Hello anon!

Gee this is surely a really late response, but I still hope you know I appreciate your lovely words about my work!! Thank you so much 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm sorry that I broke your heart on the 14th haha it was kind of unexpected ngl, but that's just where the characters took me 🤭 though it's not all sad... if you know you know.

AS FOR THE MONEY HAHAHAH poor Naoya, he definitely got an earful from his parents, or more like the people in charge of the finances, I doubt Naobito cared enough to scold him (shall I make Tomoko involved? IF SHE WAS AROUND THOUGH THINGS WOULD'VE TURNED SO DIFFERENT) Damn I need to write a small drabble explaining what happened there, but in the meantime, it kind of went like this:

Ranta: What happened Naoya?

Naoya: nothing. *doesn't talk to anyone for weeks*

Ranta: That bad?

Naoya: :(

(he doesn't regret spending all that money on you. it's like a hobby of his lol he loves it.)

But anyways, I keep thinking that the third part for this series I would like something like an epilogue, a peak into the future…

Warnings: none. Fluff. A happy ending 😊. (By the way, this is the oneshot anon is referring to. Highly recommend reading this first!!!)

Happy reading!

“—And that, dumpling, was your papa’s and I first valentine’s day together! Kind of, not really, but it was the first time I got gifts from him. It was certainly different from what I expected, but if you look really closely, it was very sweet, and now, I’m able to look back on it fondly!” You smile; truly, who would’ve thought that you’d end up marrying that awkward, somewhat intense kid? And having a beautiful daughter too?

Though you could see in Naomi’s tense chubby face that this wasn’t exactly the romantic story she was hoping to hear, and you do not blame her, Naoya’s approach had been nothing short of alarming and unexpected, just enough to scare you off from ever considering something more from him!

But his subtle persistence, the small gestures he’d still give you even when openly denouncing he’ll never seek you again, is what eventually persuaded you otherwise.

Through his attentiveness when you were out on a mission with him, making sure that you were neither too cold nor too hot, either through offering you something to drink or his own sweater to wear.

Quick to save you from a curse that got too close, or a fellow student you were not in the mood to entertain.

Whenever you needed help with jujutsu—either a term you didn’t quite understand just yet, or plain practice. Naoya had much more experience than you, so it was only natural that you’d seek him; that wouldn’t change even with that awkward valentine’s interaction…

But above all, what made you see that Naoya might be the one you were waiting for all along, is the fact that he remembered all the things you liked, the ones that made you happy—from sweets, food, to even your favorite characters…

If his emotions weren’t genuine, he wouldn’t have done such a thing!

Perhaps your only regret is ever giving him the idea that you couldn’t come to appreciate him, or that he wasn’t deserving of love.

But that was long in the past, and after a few dates, and getting to know each other… you two fell in love.

Unfortunately, Naomi wouldn’t come to see it that way.

“What’s wrong, pumpkin? This isn’t the story you expected?” Naoya asks with a smile, enjoying the way she huffed in response—though that satisfaction wouldn’t last long.

“No, papa, you were creepy.” She pouted, and her mama could almost hear his heart shatter.

“Oh.” Naoya doesn’t even come to wonder how she knew of such word, undoubtedly from his cousins, but that would be a matter to tend to later after he mends his broken heart.

“Well, he’s done his due! Papa loves us very, very much and would never do anything to scare us!”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Naoya responds sarcastically. “That makes me feel much better.”

You giggle.

“Why don’t you leave us alone, pumpkin? Papa and I need to talk a bit.”

And Naomi obeys immediately after, not that it took much for her to do so, for her disappointment rapidly pushed her to seek something better, a bit more entertaining—like Mai and Maki’s daily occurrences, more ways to annoy her father and such.

Once alone, the two are able to freely look back on that fateful day…

“What I did back then was messed up, wasn’t it?” Naoya sighs.

“I wouldn’t say that necessarily.” You add.

“But nothing happened after that.” He says. “Things didn’t change until much later.”

“Well, I did get to see a new side of you, one I didn’t think you had.”

“What did you think of me…?”

“That you were… bold. Arrogant, a bit snobby too…” you say, Naoya’s face reddens out of shame.

“Don’t—Don’t say anything else.” He frowns. “I get the idea loud and clear…”

“But that you were sweet too.” You smile, taking his hand. “I’ve never been lucky enough to have someone hold such strong feelings for me… thought it to be something out of a fairy tale—Until I met you—someone that harbored so much love to give but didn’t know how to express it.”

“You make me sound much nobler than what I really am—I don’t know how you do it, Y/N…”

“It took me time to get there, love.” You laugh. “But it’s only because you’re so cute that I eventually thought otherwise.”

“Cute?” he huffs, ready to retort otherwise, until you lean in to kiss his cheek, gesture enough to have him willing. “Alright—but only you can call me that.”

“I better be the only one.” You warn. “Although I was hoping our dumpling would do so too when I told her our story…”

“…Well, I can’t blame her, it must’ve sounded crazy for her.” Naoya sighs. “…If someone dared do the same thing to my daughter you can be sure I’d send the kukuru to get rid of him! No jerk is going to impress her!”

“I don’t think that’ll happen; Naomi didn’t seem amused by us either way.” You reassure him. “And she’s too young to be worried about that too! All she cares about right now is when will her papa get her that kitten he promised her…”

“I’m working on it!” Naoya frets. “It’s just that kittens aren’t born until later in the year…”

“Well, let’s hope that you aren’t too late, something tells me that my sister might be already on the lookout…”

“NO, she’s not.” Naoya breathes. “I will never forgive her if she does!”

But you just shrug playfully, not really giving Naoya much of an opportunity to not worry about spoiling his daughter, fearing that he might lose the position of favorite human in the whole wide world against your sister! A rank Hinata has been coveting for as long as he could remember, competing with the rest of your family too…

A tough endeavor, though he’ll have something else to worry about now.

“By the way… I’m aware of what you did with what you did with the gifts.” You say, he freezes.

“Ho—How?” he blinks.

“Shoko told me. Mei Mei wasn’t that… fond of keeping secrets that were too juicy to hide.” You reveal.

“That woman… she told me that—!” but he goes silent, understanding there was a much bigger issue at hand. “…Are you angry with me?”

“Yes, so angry, that I’ve decided to personally torment you for the rest of our lives!” You tease, at the mischief of your voice, a weight is lifted from Naoya’s shoulders. “I was angry, but… it didn’t last long, considering that some of those gifts were from people I didn’t really want to be involved with… so, you kind of did me a favor… though I did have to go through a whole day thinking I didn’t get anything…”

“…I’m sorry—I might’ve gotten ahead of myself trying to impress you…”

“Well, for all the chocolate I missed back then, you made up for me, tenfold!” you grin, wrapping him in your arms and placing kisses all over his cheeks until you could no more. “I love you, Naoya—you and all of your bold, extravagant, though a bit silly, ways. So don’t worry about that anymore, not when it was the reason that brought us together.”

Naoya blushes, letting himself be consumed by the incessant demonstrations of your affection and the acceptance of your words, for there was honesty behind them—even when a rocky start, it ultimately fated the two together.

What was once nothing but a dream, one that seemed so far away on the day you rejected him…

Now was his everyday reality—if not better, for it brought along a small bundle of joy that made both of your lives happier, although there were moments where she didn’t feel particularly the same, unamused by her parent’s antics from time to time…

But even then, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

They got their happy ending nonetheless :') Really, that day was only the beginning for them. It was enough for Y/N to finally set her eyes on him!! And the rest is history 🥺❤️

Thankfully I do plan to write a bit more of this HS AU, you know, the simple things like them slowly falling in love 🥺 ajfghajkghajghjkas this has to be one of my favorite au's (if not the favorite haha) can't wait to write them in time.

Now, thank you so much for your support and patience 🥺❤️❤️!!!! I'm really glad you're liking my work!!!

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[tamurilofrivendell]

Forgiveness | Thranduil x Reader

Using the prompt ‘you expect forgiveness, but you refuse to ask for it’ from this list

I felt like I wanted to try some random prompts so this is what happened haha. Thranduil is a bit of an asshole in this one. One part could be triggering for certain people, I’m not sure - he does hurt/bruise the reader but it’s technically unintentional.

Thranduil had long since had you under his spell. He had been courting you for so long that everybody looked upon you as his Queen despite the fact that there had been nothing truly official to say you were yet. Before falling for your King, you had been a skilled healer and you helped on the training grounds, being fairly skilled with the sword. Ever since he claimed you as his, you had been allowed to continue on with these things. He knew it was important to you and you were an asset to his kingdom with your skills so it seemed like a no brainer. However, recently, things had started to change. He had become much more strict, a little more controlling in your opinion, forbidding you to go places and take part in things as you normally would have.

Sauron’s forces had been descending on Mirkwood the last couple of weeks, attacking with a force beyond even the Dol Goldur spiders and the stray orc packs that the realm had grown far too used to. The King and his soldiers had been going out and fighting on the front lines but you had been practically locked in your tower like a lost princess, forbidden from helping either with a weapon or offering healing on the field, and it was starting to irk you. Today, however, had been your breaking point. Instead of simply assigning someone to watch the door to the room he had ordered you to stay in, Thranduil had forcefully taken hold of your wrist, dragged you back into the room as you had insisted on leaving and locked the door, confining you like a prisoner. You had stayed there, fuming, until he finally returned from the fight, weary and unhappy, but you were not in the mood to give him space or peace.

"You expect forgiveness, but you refuse to ask for it!" You all but shouted at him. It was true, he would expect you to just forgive and forget everything that he said and did without question. This had gone on too long and you were tired of it. Tired of his attitude and his anger and his downright disregard and disrespect for you. This was not the Thranduil you had fallen in love with. This was not the Thranduil you thought you liked, let alone loved.

“I will not beg for your forgiveness.” Thranduil’s reply was cold when it finally came. You watched as he moved to pour himself a large goblet of wine and bring it to his lips. His back was to you and he didn’t bother to turn and afford you one single look, which only frustrated you further. This man had locked you in a room, taken away your freedom, forbidden you from aiding your friends and family, some of whom had died out there these last weeks!

“You don’t even regret it.” You snapped, turning on your heel and making your way to the door, intending to escape him, but he was upon you in a moment, spinning you around and walking you back towards the wall, bringing his arms up and pinning you there. As you looked up at him you felt real fear of him spike through you for the very first time. You had been apprehensive of him in the past but never like this. Your thoughts flashed back to the way he’d taken hold of your wrist to lock you in the room, his long fingers actually leaving a light trail of bruises on your skin.

“Of course I regret it!” He glared down at you as if he could not understand what you were saying. Thranduil had seen the defiance in you that morning, when the news had come of just how vicious today’s attack was, and he’d known you weren’t going to stay where he told you to stay. He knew you would sneak out or break away and he had to make absolutely certain that you wouldn’t. He couldn’t go into a fight with all of his worry about you breaking the concentration he so desperately needed. “Do you think it brings me pleasure?!” He snapped, gaze locked on your own. “To cage you like a bird?”

“Yes!” The word had slipped from your lips before you had the chance to stop it and you instantly regretted it as you watched a look of dismay cross his face. His shoulders sagged just slightly and he turned, letting the cage of his arms fall away from you as he walked back over to the wine, refilling his goblet.

“Thranduil...” His name left your lips like a prayer in the silence that followed as you watched him. If you didn’t know him well enough, you would not have noticed the way his shoulders slumped and the sad air around him as he poured his wine. Despite your anger, you forced your feet to move, slowly padding across the room towards him.

“You do not understand.” He murmured, gaze locked on the dark liquid in the cup he was holding. He threw back the contents and swallowed hard, replacing the empty cup on the table slightly harder than was necessary. He still hadn’t looked at you.

“Then help me to.” You said, frowning as you watched him purposely avoid your gaze. Arguing with him was difficult, feeling so much distance between the two of you hurt, and you just wanted more than anything to understand what had happened. Understand what you had done to make him so angry.

The room was silent for a long while. Just when you thought he wasn’t going to speak to you again, he did. “If I let you go out there.” His voice was low and rough, full of raw emotion that he was attempting to keep wrapped up. “I...” He paused, swallowing thickly. “I could lose you.”

It hit you then, in a sudden rushing realisation.

Thranduil was scared.

He wasn’t angry with you. You hadn’t done anything to displease him.

A serious danger had descended upon the Woodland Realm and he was trying to keep you safe. He was going the wrong way about it because you thought to yourself that he could have just come to you and explained this instead of treating you like he had but if there was one thing you knew about the Elvenking it was that he didn’t always deal with his emotions well. For the wellbeing of his people, sure, but when it came to his heart? Not always. Fear and loss could cripple him. He had lost his beloved wife, and those wounds still ran deeper than you thought you might ever comprehend, and his son was not here, off on a dangerous quest. He did not know if Legolas was alive or dead. You were here, in front of him, and he was trying to keep you safe.

Alive.

“Thranduil...” You closed the rest of the distance between you both and reached out, placing a hand on his chest as he finally turned to face you. He looked down and sighed, his gaze raking over the bruises he had left on your wrist earlier. He tsk’d and gently raised your wrist to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the skin. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him. This was an apology, one you accepted with a soft smile as you could see the regret in his eyes as he saw the damage he’d left in his wake. “You should have just told me.”

“Would you have listened?” He asked quietly, looking unhappy still but his mouth did quirk up into a slight smirk as his eyes met yours again. You could tell he knew the answer would be no and he couldn’t help the fond chuckle that rumbled in his chest as he watched you lower your gaze.

“I would have tried to...” You mumbled, pressing your face against his chest to hide the blush that had crept into your cheeks when he laughed.

Thranduil didn’t say anything, he just pressed a kiss to the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. “I am sorry... so sorry.” The words were quiet when they came. You almost didn’t hear them but when you realised what he’d said, you smiled.

You wrapped your arms around him in return and gave him a gentle squeeze, closing your eyes as you held onto him, simply relishing in the feeling of the chasm between you both being closed again, finally. “I forgive you.”

[emberenchanted]

For Keeps (3/3)

Pairing: Dark!Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Summary: Carol sees you. Carol wants you. Carol gets what she wants. 

Series Warnings: extremely dubious consent, strap ons (r receiving), sex (oral, vaginal), anal fingering, Dom!Carol, orgasm denial, spanking, violence (not really towards reader), manipulation, forced relationship, rough sex

18+ ONLY

Link to Chapter 1

Link to Chapter 2

A/N: Ok party people, we've reached the end of this short tale. There really isn't much plot here, it's mostly smut 😅. This fic is my first time writing smut so hope it isn't terrible. Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented, and reblogged! Let me know what you think about this chapter. I really appreciate the support and motivation.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Chapter 3

When you wake up the next morning, it is to serious regret and a text from Carol telling you that she’d pick you up at 6:30pm that night. You make one last effort to get out of the date and text back that you aren’t feeling well. Carol responds and says that if you aren’t feeling well, she’ll just come over and take care of you until you’re better. 

The response makes your stomach drop. You shudder to imagine how domineering Carol would be alone, in a private space that has a lock. She already forces every interaction into the outcome she desires in public. If she managed to get into your studio, you would be at her mercy, and after the way she’d finger fucked you against the alley wall before you could get a word in, you were sure you wouldn’t get her out of your apartment before she got what she wanted, which was most likely you in bed with her. You definitely weren’t ready for that yet, if you’d ever be. No, much better to go out. 

Hours later, after considering the contents of your closet, you settle on a black knee length bodycon dress with long sleeves and chunky black boots. You style your hair into an updo, and add chunky gold hoop earrings; a bit of concealer (to cover the marks Carol had left on your neck the night before), and a swipe of lip gloss complete your look. You don’t want Carol to see where you live so you decide that you’ll head down to the bar around 6:25pm and meet her there. You’re already nervous, so when you’re ready by 6pm you decide to indulge in one glass of wine to settle your nerves. It definitely can’t hurt, right?

At 6:20pm, Carol walks up the steps to your apartment, which is right over the bar. If she’d known last night that her baby lived just upstairs, she could have dragged you there during her break and made your first time riding her fingers much more comfortable. Though to be fair, if she had known, you might not have made it back for the rest of your shift. Oh, well. That’s what she gets for not having complete information. She won’t let that happen again. Carol intends to find out all the important bits about her baby’s life tonight, so simple slip ups like that don’t happen anymore.  

After spending her morning “talking” to some of the other business owners who have recently missed their monthly payments, Carol is feeling relaxed and eager. Situations where she got to flex her physical...skills always got her blood up, and she was ready to show her baby a great time. The concerning information Carol’d received from three of the people she visited could be handled tomorrow. Apparently, all of them had also been told there’d be a change in payment method and none of the dumb fucks had double checked before paying in cash at that bench. She needed to talk to Steve about how to move forward and he wasn’t an early riser. If things went according to plan, she wouldn’t make it back to the Avengers’ headquarters from her date until mid-morning tomorrow. 

She bounds up the last two steps before quickly walking to your door. Carol knocks two times before taking a step back. When you open the door, Carol is absolutely thrilled. You look fucking delicious and Carol can’t wait to eat her little baby alive. Your soft breasts are perched high in a tight black v-neck dress, and the smooth expanse of skin from your neck to dressline is flawless. Whatever you'd applied made your skin gleam and shimmer in the light. It's all Carol can do to not hook her finger into the neckline of your dress and tug to see if your pretty little nipples shine in the same way. You look surprised to see her and Carol uses your temporary shock to crowd you, pressing her body to yours and lifting her hand to stroke your cheek gently. “You look incredible, baby,” Carol husks out, dropping a soft kiss on your shiny supple lips. 

“Oh.” The little sound of surprise pops out of you before you can help it. When you take a step back, Carol takes that moment to step around and into your apartment. 

Carol slowly takes in the small two room apartment. It was rather cramped and a bit dingy, but you obviously take good care of your belongings. Old bookcases line the walls and sink under the weight of fat, squat books. An obviously used green velvet couch takes up most of the open floor space and a TV on a chipped wood table stands across from the couch. But multiple small clusters of flowers in mason jars are perched on several surfaces, brightening the space. And in the kitchen, directly behind the couch, several bright prints and images are hung. 

Carol was proud of you for making it on your own this far. She knew how many young girls struggled, but you had found a job and place to live in a new city without any family support or connections. Her baby was hard working and industrious. Thankfully, you wouldn't need to do that anymore. Carol would be taking care of all that for you soon enough. Carol was just happy that through your obvious struggles you'd remained innocent and pliable. Watching you stammer and flush when Carol gave you her full attention was exquisite and it made her eager to command that submissive spirit in the bedroom. You would be so fucking pretty whining and squirming under Carol in bed with a sore and tender ass. 

After Carol had seen her fill of the apartment, she turned to face you once more. Stepping close, Carol slid a hand up and down your arm. “Your apartment is so cute, baby. I wish I’d known you lived so close. I would have come over sooner.”

You shudder at the thought. “Ready to head out?,” you ask hurriedly.

By the time Carol slips into the booth seat next to you at the restaurant, you’ve calmed just a bit. While she’s been just as handsy at the show and on the way there, she’s also been charming. Being with Carol was like being on a rollercoaster. The breakneck pace she pushes things along makes your stomach churn and drop, but it also makes you excited and breathless. As with a roller coaster you’re pretty sure you’ll make it off alive, but there’s always the chance that you’ll slip past the safety restraints and tumble to your end. It was exciting and scary. Carol was exciting and scary.

The restaurant Carol has chosen is quiet and dimly lit. Floor to ceiling brick walls enclosed several small tables situated around the room. A few booths were also tucked against the back wall creating private enclaves. Each table is topped with a burning white candle. After you’d both ordered, Carol begins asking about your life. Where you grew up, familial relationships, your past romantic partners, what you liked to do in your free time, your favorite places in the city (so far); everything was fair game. There was a part of you that wanted to hold back, not to divulge everything about yourself, but another little part of you was flattered. You’d never had someone so interested in hearing about you. Of course, Carol might not have had a completely altruistic motive, but she did seem genuinely interested. After finishing your main course, Carol’s hand gently touches your knee, pushing the fabric of your dress up your leg and swirling patterns into the ticklish skin there. It's hard to believe that this was the same woman who’d brutalized Mel. But, you try to remind yourself that it was. 

Carol seems to be in a good mood, and she’d said at the beginning of your dinner that she wanted to know everything about you. That went both ways, right? You thought you should also be able to ask her about her life. If this was going to be a...relationship, there had to be some give and take. 

You take a deep breath and ask, “Carol, can I ask you a question?”

She squeezes your knee, “Anything, baby.”

Your question comes out quietly. “Do you hurt people, like you hurt Mel, often?”

Carol turns her body to you, meeting your eyes and she takes a beat before answering. “You want to know more about my work?”

You nod. 

“I fix problems,” she begins. “Almost any problem. I do that all over the country and all over the world. And there are different...methods for fixing problems. It’s my job to identify the most expeditious method for resolving any issue I’ve been hired to fix. People pay me a lot of money to do that well.” Her hand slides up your thigh and kneads. “What happened with Mel was unfortunate, and I’m so sorry if I scared you, but you'll get used to it.” 

Your heart stutters in your chest. That was not what you were hoping to hear. And you definitely didn’t think you’d get used to it. You look into her eyes and see what looks like affection there as you brace yourself to ask another question. “Would you ever hurt me like that?”

She chuckles softly. “I would never hurt you in the same way that I hurt Mel.” The tightness in your chest releases just a bit. “But I do have certain expectations of you, baby, and I will enforce boundaries with and for you. But never that harshly.” she rushes to finish. Your heart continues to beat a rapid rhythm against your ribs as you take in her words. You’d known that Carol had certain proclivities after your previous interactions with her, but to hear it stated so plainly was something different. You simply didn't want that kind of relationship. One with rules and punishments. You are even more sure you'll have to find some way to end things with Carol before they go any further. At that moment, the waitress clears the table, sets down your dessert and heads back to the kitchen. 

The hand gently stroking the inside of your thigh creeps up a bit higher, tickling delicate skin. You move to shift away from her, uncertain of how you're feeling at the moment and hoping for a bit of time to think. But as you begin to close your thighs, Carol gives the inside of your leg a sharp pinch. “One of those expectations is that you do as I request, and another is that you don’t move when I’m touching you--or about to touch you--unless I give you permission. Ok, baby?” 

You nod slowly and Carol nods back at you. “Now why don’t you just lean back and relax, sweetheart? This will feel good. I promise.” Carol was blocking you inside the booth so you couldn’t get out without making a scene. You rest your back fully against the back of the bench and close your eyes. 

“Look at me while I’m touching you,” Carol murmurs against your ear. You drop your head to the seat behind you and roll your head to face her, eyes fluttering at the sensations coursing through your body at her gentle stroking. 

“Carol,” you sigh.

Another pinch. “Ma'am!,” you quickly correct. “Ma'am, we’re in public. Someone might see.” 

“Don’t worry,” Carol purrs. “Nobody is going to see you. Nobody gets to see you like this but me, ok?”

You murmur affirmatively and give yourself over to the pleasure she’s inciting in you. Her slender fingers find your panty covered core and stroke over your damp slit. Her gentle caresses send fissures of pleasure shooting through you and you whimper softly. Carol hums approvingly. Her fingers pull your panties to one side and she slides one solitary finger inside your slick warmth to the second knuckle. Your body twists at the sensation, and you try to slide further down the bench to get her finger further inside you.  Carol laughs gently as she thrusts her finger in and out. In and out. It’s not enough. “More, please, ma'am” you sigh breathily. 

Carol chuckles. 

“My baby needs a little more? Do you want to come?,” Carol queries.

You nod frantically. “Do you want to come here at the table or back at home?” Your mind races. You really don’t want to lose control at the restaurant despite Carol’s assurances that nobody will see you. But, you also don’t want her in your home. As you ponder, Carol pushes her finger deeper inside you and the slick sensation makes you gasp. “Home!”

Carol pulls her finger out before slipping it in her mouth to suck gently. “Hmm, delicious,” she intones. Carol stands up quickly and strides over to the waitress, credit card in hand as you try to gather yourself and your senses. She’s back before you know it, quickly packing up your dessert into small takeout containers, and grabbing your hand to drag you out the booth.  

Just as you’d suspected, Carol was just as forceful in bed. She’d essentially dragged you to her apartment (or at least where she was staying while in the city), before pouncing on you. Her apartment was modern, but understated, largely empty of decoration. Her hands dragged, unzipped, and shifted until you were left in only your underwear. 

She pushes you into her room and onto her large bed before climbing on top of you. Her lips meet yours and her tongue strokes the inside of your mouth sensuously. She sucks and nips sharply at your lips before slowly making her way down your jawline to your neck. As her lips travel to your clavicle, Carol slips one hand underneath you to press your back into an arch. Her other deftly unclasps your bra before  tossing it aside. Her teeth gently scrape at your skin before moving to your nipples. Latching on, she gives you a hard suck, immediately laving the skin with her tongue with small strokes to soothe the now aching bud. She continues to suck on first one nipple, then the other until both are sore and puffy and you are whining and squirming underneath her. Seemingly inspired by your strained noises, her teeth continue worrying the taut bud of one breast as her fingers slip into your panties and begin to rub your clit.

She releases you with a soft, wet pop as her fingers continue exploring, first one, then two of her fingers pushing all the way into your tight hole and making you moan incoherently. “This little pussy is perfection, baby, I can’t wait to fuck you,” Carol rumbles, mouth still against your breast.   

”Wait,” you bleat out. 

Carol rises to her knees and smacks your pussy hard. “Ouch,” you shout. 

"No, baby. I’m not waiting anymore. I was supposed to get to fuck you on our last date, but you stood me up. You've been teasing me long enough. Now get undressed and get on your hands and knees." 

Carol pauses her words to cock her head and pin you with a hard gaze when she notices you aren't moving. "Now, baby," she says harshly while reaching over to give your thigh a hard pinch. You yelp at the blooming pain, then take a few deep breaths and resign yourself to what was about to happen. Your heart pounded in your chest at how fast, again, Carol was getting her way. You felt so overwhelmed and helpless that you couldn't stop the tears that filled your eyes and threatened to spill over your lower lids. Hands shaking, you removed your simple white lace underwear and began moving to your hands and knees.

Satisfied that you were following directions sufficiently (though you were still moving too slow in Carol's opinion, --something she would let slide tonight but would train out of you soon enough) Carol reaches over to open her bedside drawer and pulls out an intimidating strap on. Your movements pause as you catch sight of her maneuvering it onto her body, and your eyes widen in fear. It's as thick as your wrist, frighteningly long, and has a wicked curve. Thinking of that splitting you open makes you sob. But Carol is having none of it. With herself situated, she turns her attention back to you. She manhandles you into her desired position, ignoring your breathless pleas to pause for a moment. 

Your eyes are glued in fear to her linen duvet as you feel the fat head of her huge cock run through your slippery folds, stopping to nudge at your clit before continuing back up to your hole. Carol rests her hands on the flare between your waist and hips, before tightening her grip and starting to push into you. 

You moan pathetically as you feel the head of her cock pop into you. Even this first inch is a stretch and you know there's a lot more coming. Carol gives you no reprieve as she continues sliding into you, splitting you open at a slow but steady pace. Your cunt flutters frantically around the invading cock, trying desperately to create space where there previously was none. When you're sure you can't take any more, you begin to whine and try to move away. Carol tuts softly before giving your ass a sharp smack, and leans over to murmur in your ear. "I told you not to ever move away from me when I'm touching you." Her words send shivers down your spine.

With that, she tightens her grip on your hips, before lifting you and giving you a rough tug back, impaling you with the last few inches of her cock. You sob into the sheets at the pain coursing through you. Carol threads the fingers of one hand into your hair, yanking back to ensure you can no longer move away from her. "Gotta keep you nice and close, baby. " You shudder as Carol's free hand begins to explore your body while she gives you a few slow but deep experimental thrusts. Though you still haven't adjusted to the fullness of your cunt, Carol begins to increase the pace, drawing heat and an intense pleasure to your belly. Her touch is everywhere -- sliding over your shoulders, rubbing and twisting at your nipples until you sob, tickling down your back to rub over your ass, pinching your inner thighs before moving them apart, forcing your back into a deeper arch and making the heavy cock inside you slide that much deeper. 

You're barely holding on. Carol is everywhere and there is only Carol. Since you'd  met, Carol had been pushing every interaction and every conversation the way she wanted it to go. There was no room for disobedience, no room for hesitation at one of her many orders, and no room for negotiation. Everything has to be Carol's way, and you'd seen the potential consequences firsthand. That first night you'd seen the violence she'd casually doled out, and hadn't ever wanted that to be you. Now you were wishing for a few simple broken bones. This was so much more violating. 

Her cock is rubbing against every inch of you, making you feel stretched to the limits. As much as this hurts, it brings an equal amount of pleasure. Your body hums at the intensity of Carol fucking you. Every nerve ending is alight and you can feel the beginning of that coil tightening in your gut. You feel sick, and scared. You're sick at your body's enthusiastic response to Carol's rough handling. You can hear the slick, wet noises you make each time she thrusts into your raw and battered pussy. But you're too scared of the immediate punishment to try to resist or adjust your body to make yourself a bit more comfortable. So just as you begin to let your mind wander from this place and try to relax into the pleasure and ignore the pain, Carol removes the hand that's been roaming your body. The sudden lack of sensation gets your attention. 

She gives your hair another yank, twisting your head so you're awkwardly looking at her. She looks...depraved, but beautiful. Her piercing eyes take in every expression on your face and flick from the bouncing of your tits, to the cock disappearing inside of you and back to your face at a rapid pace. When a particularly rough thrust forces the curve of the cock into your g-spot and you part your lips to yowl at the ecstasy she shoves her pointer and middle fingers into your mouth and tells you to suck. You know better than to disobey. You suckle at her fingers as they rub over your tongue, reaching further back until they press into the back of your mouth. As you choke on the intrusion, and Carol continues to rub at your tongue as you gag, her eyes light up in glee, and you worry about the plans she might have for your mouth. You don't think you can take the hefty cock down your throat if Carol demanded it, but you know you'd have to try. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to escape the intensity of Carol's gaze and put that potential nightmare out of your mind, but Carol gives your hair a sharp tug before demanding you "look at me."

When you do, she finally-- blessedly-- pulls her fingers from your mouth. They're covered in your saliva and a small string of spit connects her fingers to your lips. She murmurs that she wishes she were close enough to lick the drop of saliva off your lips, and you can't help but be thankful she isn't. You don't think you can take much more of this. More of Carol everywhere. 

But you've never been lucky, and just as you begin to relax again you feel a light stroking pressure at the opening of your tight puckered hole. 

You start and your mind begins to race as you feel her spit slick finger begin to press into you, stretching your ass open in an insistent burn. 

"You ever let anyone fuck you here?" Carol asks. You gather your wits about you before she has to repeat her question. "No, ma'am" you mutter out in a broken moan. 

"Good," Carol responds. "I'm going to be the last person in this tight little pussy and the first and last in this little asshole." She sounds pleased.  Despite knowing the uselessness of trying, you plead for her to stop, to give you a short break. She hushes you gently, more gentle than she had been, as her finger slips deeper into you and she murmurs "Both holes baby. Gotta get you used to this. I'm not going to fuck you here with my cock tonight but it's happening soon so we've gotta get you trained. Wouldn't want to hurt you." 

Carol removes her hand from your hair and uses it to brace your hip in place as you wail and try to buck at the intrusion.

"Ah ah ah, baby. Hold still. One more,” she murmurs as she pushes in a second slender finger. “You can do it. There you go. All done. You don't move unless I tell you to, remember baby?" Your fingers scramble for purchase in Carol's sheets as you pant. You thought you'd been full before. You thought Carol had violated you as much as possible but you should have known she'd find another way to possess you. You cry into the sheets before feeling Carol smack your ass twice and dig her fingers into your hip making you yelp sharply.

"I asked you a question, baby. Answer me."

You sob out a miserable "yes, ma'am." Satisfied with your response, Carol begins to alternate thrusting into your ass and pussy, both pushing deeper into you than you thought possible. Your body quivers at the push and pull of her inside you and her free hand is back to roaming over your body. After twisting at your sore nipples her hand coasts over the soft skin of your belly to your slippery folds. She begins to rub gently at your clit. Light teasing touches that send you hurdling toward an orgasm but aren't quite enough to send you over the edge. 

You hear Carol's smooth voice behind you "are you close, baby? I can feel you squeezing my fingers and can see that sweet little cunt of yours fluttering around my cock." 

You nod, before remembering to answer affirmatively verbally. Desperate to ease just a bit of your discomfort, you shift forward a tiny bit, resting more heavily on your arms and slightly relieving the pressure of Carol's cock pressing against your cervix and the deep press of her fingers in your ass. 

Carol didn't have to-- she could tell you were trying so hard to be a good girl for her--but this time she just wanted to. She smacked your already sore ass cheek hard three times for forgetting to answer her verbally. Carol knew she would enjoy seeing the bruises tomorrow as much she was enjoying putting them there tonight. Carol slips her free arm under your stomach and drags you back toward her, more than making up for any marginal ground you may have gained in your attempt to adjust and mounting you more firmly on her cock and fingers.

You whimper and stop moving, simply shuddering and moaning in time with Carol's thrusts.

Her fingers return to your clit, rubbing and pinching until your body is tight with tension, ready to snap and tumble into the orgasm she's been building you towards. Carol's fingers quicken their pace, drawing small tight circles over your bud as you feel your cunt tightening and the coil inside you snaps. Carol continues her thrusts, more forceful now to get past your quivering flesh. Your body shivers and shudders as the pleasure courses through you, made all the more intense by Carol's continued movements. She forces you right through this climax and violently into another. All the while you hear her voice saying how happy she is that you're together now, and that she can't wait to do this everyday. 

You're overstimulated; sore and tired. Carol slows her thrusts before pulling her fingers and cock out of you. Your body sags in relief. She removes her strap and positions herself at the head of the bed. She grabs you from your prone position and pushes you down until your head rests between her legs. Hands weave back into your hair, and she pushes your face into her slippery wet cunt, telling you to lick. You're exhausted and horrified and scared, but you lick her gently- running your tongue up and down her slit, suckling at her clit as she moans. She grabs your head in both hands and continues to maneuver you as she pleases. 

Later, after Carol comes on your tongue twice, you lay curled in her bed, shocked and softly crying. She returns from the bathroom and sits in bed beside you, stroking your hair and back. Though you know better than to question her, you simply can't process that this might be your new reality.

Occasionally Carol slips her fingers over your chest to rub and twist at your sore tits. After a while, she leans over to whisper in your ear. "You cry so pretty baby, but I only want to see you cry on my cock. So if you keep crying, I'll put you there."

A wave of horror runs through you as Carol gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek before sliding into bed behind you and tugging you close into the cocoon of her body. You wipe your tears on her pillow and pray for sleep to take you.

[dotster001]

Plans Carefully Laid

Summary: Enstars Yandere self aware au! X gn! Reader. Mayoi and Ibara are each working to find you. Meanwhile, Eichi is finally starting to heal your scars.

CW: yandere stuff, unhealthy mindsets, kidnapping, brief allusions to drugging, spying.

Inspired by the self aware au by @yandere-daze

A/N: So um.... it's been a long time since the last part, and we have had a lot of new people since then. Whoops 😂 I think there will be one or two more parts to this....but with my track record, it could be a while.

Part One: Anzu Part Two: Paradise Lost Part Four: Changing Tides

Ensemble Square had been dead since you’d vanished. With no guidance, no one found any purpose in going to work anymore. To Mayoi, however, an empty ES was a dream come true. True he had lost all purpose in his life when you’d vanished, and had been horribly depressed, but at least he had somewhere to hide and deal with his despair without people around.

And it was because of this that he saw Anzu leaving with you.

He knew where she lived, so he waited a bit, then went to her apartment. There, he heard her telling you lies. Lies that they all hated you. Lies that they wanted to hurt you. Lies that Anzu was the only one who loved you.

He decided to keep watch for a while, and update his unit mates to the situation. Naturally, all three of them were wildly upset about the way things were going, but they realized they were in no position to get you away from Anzu. So they waited.

Mayoi was regretting that now. He watched as Eichi strolled into the apartment, attempted to talk with you, then when that failed, had his men put you to sleep and take you to his home.

He watched Eichi calmly wait for Anzu, explain the situation, then leave. He watched Anzu break down, and then become unresponsive.

He reported back with shaky hands. He received a startling response.

Hiiro is looking for reinforcements.

                                              ….

Ibara was furious with himself. He’d been monitoring the ES cameras for a while now, and had noticed that Anzu had found you.

He had planned to wait a bit, and swoop in with the rest of Eden to be your saviors, thus earning your undying trust and loyalty.

He had waited too long. You were now in the Emperor’s clutches. Extracting you would be nearly impossible. But he wasn’t the scummiest man in the world for nothing.

“Your Excellency,” he said, greeting Nagisa who was halfheartedly cleaning his rock collection. “I have found the producer.”

                                                ….

You were finally eating. Eichi had been worried that first couple of weeks. You had refused to eat anything, fearing he’d poisoned it. You’d refused to sleep. You’d just sat in that corner begging him not to hurt you. 

You must have realized that if he was going to kill you he would have done it, because you were eating now. You still wouldn’t make eye contact with him, or sleep in the bed he’d provided, but it was a start.

The only one he’d told that you were here was Wataru, but he wasn’t ready for you two to meet yet. He wanted it to be a special and happy first meeting, and you weren’t in the mental state for that yet.

You must have been crying again, because your face was all red and puffy. As you started slowly eating, he pressed a hand softly against your cheek. You stiffened, but continued eating. You didn't scream or pull away from him. You let him touch you. He was ecstatic.

He knelt down next to you, softly caressing your cheek.

"Y/N," he whispered lovingly.

"What did Anzu tell you?" He asked.

"She," you choked, and had to start again. "She said you all hated me because I controlled your lives. She said that if some of you got the chance, you would hurt me, or kill me, or both."

Eichi wanted to cry hearing what you thought of him and the others. They loved you, they worshiped you, and you believed that they would hurt you.  He would have to have words with Anzu (again) after this.

That she would go to such lengths to keep you to herself…

Although…

He was beginning to understand why. 

[shushiyuii]

Hello shushiyuii! I just wanted to share an Idea for a possible continuation of the "safety from exile" oneshot you made a while ago.

My Idea is that after Ranboo rescued Tommy he now lives with them to hide from Dream. But one day there is an unexpected knock on the door and they both panic so Ranboo noms Tommy to keep him hidden. However it's Tubbo at the door and not Dream like they feared. Ranboo invites Tubbo inside because he can tell that somethings bothering him. So the two(three) of them hang out for awhile and Tubbo slowly opens up about his problems. He admits he's feeling stressed because he's worried about Tommy and that he regrets exiling him. Tommy who was listening in from Ranboo's stomach wants to comfort him so he tells Ranboo to let him out. He does and what follows is a heartfull Clingyduo reunion where they make up followed by benchtrio cuddles. Possibly with Tubbo nomming Tommy to reassure himself that Tommy is safe and back with him. So yeah. That's my Idea. I'd love it if you could write something like that but I understand if you don't want to/don't have the time. I hope you have a nice day

Words: 1,342

Warnings: Mention of death, depression, starving and thirst. Other than that it's mainly hurt/comfort

Notes: I am impulsively writing this at 3am so im sorry for any grammar mistakes. this is the first time i've written in a while, i can't say itll be any good or anything. I don't think this is some return either

But in general regards to an update. Im doing fine and I love this idea btw, im sorry if isn't up to standard.

“N-no…I don’t want… STOP!”, whatever remained of his voice screeched. It felt forced, harsh. When was the last time he had drank anything besides salty sea water? When was the last time he had a proper food source that wasn’t something he could forage?

He lifted the sheets from his side and shivered from the rags that covered his body, despite being probably tucked in. The sudden change in temperature didn’t do his fuzzy head much favors either. 

“Fucking…”, he couldn’t finish the ramble. He fiddled with what remained in his pockets for anything but found nothing, no health potion to quell his aching head. Despite that, he stood up. Wiping his eyes from the uneasiness of waking up.

He let out a yawn as he examined his surroundings, they were not all too familiar to him. It didn’t feel natural. The other day he was handling explosions to the body as if it were any normal everyday occurrence. Anything ordinary felt the opposite. Nowhere felt safe anymore.

He knew where he was though, despite everything. A dried and empty sigh passed his lips, devoid of emotion. He was tired, so tired yet he managed. He wasn’t surprised that the emotional backlash was now hitting him.

He turned to a mirror, he’s surprised that Ranboo even kept one in his room. Typically endermen hate the stares of people, including their own reflections. Perhaps Ranboo was immune to its effects. 

He was sickly pale, his hair matted so far that he could hardly recall how he used to keep it kept. Whatever remained of his shirt was rotted, the bright red faded and shoulder exposed. His trousers that had stayed with him through war were now barely held together with strings in his opinion, they’d practically turned to shorts.

His eyes… People used to say they were full of ambition, promise… A burning passion that could surpass even the god’s wills, was now hollow and dull. Is this how Theseus felt during his fall?

It mattered not, whatever safety he had was only temporary. Even now, he should be cautious. He would be considered a fugitive. 

A knock came from the door, he was quick to alert. The next thing he knew was instinct was taking over him and he hid behind the door frame and grabbed whatever he could to be a weapon, a golden hoe.

It wouldn’t cause much damage but it could certainly knock them to confusion for a short while if hit in the right spots. He readied himself, prepared that it would take his last life. He was always prepared for this, it was what he had been trained for in war. 

He was pretty sure Techno taught him that.

Steady breaths, aim…

STRIKE!

An inhumane sound spat out from whoever tried to enter, alerted. They had managed to dodge the boy’s sabotage. The hoe had now struck into the floorboards, whatever strength or adrenaline he used during that swing was all that had remained of his strength as he fell to the ground.

“Tommy!”, the hybrid called out in a hurry, worried. He had no care for his near death, concerns immediately went to his friend. Tommy wiped his brow which had accumulated sweat and looked to Ranboo, deep in his eyes.

He flinched at the sudden eye contact but remained, usually that would trigger an enderman but Ranboo remained still, unmoving. 

He hadn’t noticed he wasn’t breathing at all and coughed out whatever was left of his charcoaled lungs. Letting out an old man's cough, he wasn’t even a smoker like Wilbur had been. How fucked were his lungs?

He eventually managed to get his breath back and stood up properly, still winded but having calmed down from his unnecessary reaction. He knew he was in no danger, but his body still reacted that way.

Some things just don't change, do they?

[...]

After the unnecessary scare, Ranboo had brought him to a common room and only now he had realized how big this place was. Wherever he was, it wasn’t familiar in the slightest. It was all new to him.

But even then, he could tell the place was new. The smell of freshly cut oak and lack of decorated pots and chairs or lavish tables, the place was newly constructed. It was probably an estate if he had to guess, Ranboo’s estate.

He had also been given a red sweater, stained with blue. He was told that it was a sweater handed out to guests, but by the faded blue stains. He knew who had come here previously, he shoved down any emotion that threatened his integrity. 

Ranboo had also given him a pair of tidy black trousers, although they were a little too big for Tommy, he didn’t mind. It was better than nothing but rags. He missed the feeling of clothes, it felt like some of his barriers had been rebuilt. Ever so slightly.

Across the table was Ranboo, trying to shove some bread in Tommy’s direction. It was neatly sliced but it was only simple plain bread, no butter nor jam. The hybrid said to eat small and soft, due to his starvation.

But he couldn’t help but start craving himself a feast of glorious potatoes, golden apples to quell any aches, the cleanest of water. But the thought also made him sick to his stomach, the thought of food was enough to make him dizzy.

He hated it. 

“You’re safe”.

Safety means nothing, not anymore. Safety was Wilbur, Techno, home. All gone, stripped away, abandoned or dead. It wasn’t worth anything to mourn anymore, everything he once had was already gone. Even the last person he’d consider close had tossed him aside in what he’d call hell.

He couldn’t bring himself to respond, only shaking his head.

…

“You’re already in a bad condition. Eat.”, a familiar voice spoke. But it wasn’t the person in front of him, instead it was from straight behind him. The enderian’s ears twitched anxiously before his pupils dilated his relief and what seemed to be happiness.

Though, he wasn’t happy. Far from it. He never wanted to see the face again, at least not now. Before he knew it, he had already thrown a punch to the already scorned face. The boy fell back a step yet remained upwards. 

He didn’t have enough strength to put him in the ground, funnily enough.

A blind eye stared back at him, he couldn’t discern any emotion. Since his face had been burnt and scarred from fireworks. It left him blinded in one eye, deaf in an ear. Though, from the body posture, he wasn’t mad in the slightest.

For what reason?

“Ow”, was all he mumbled before turning back to Tommy. His face in concern, no anger. Perhaps even pity.

It only fueled him with more anger.

He pushed the shorter one to the ground, straddling him as he put whatever remained of his strength and fury into beating the one under him, screaming as though he were in a war zone. 

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop. 

I'm so sorry.

Just please.

Stop.

None of his punches made any impact, the boy had managed to block them with ease. The first was now cradled gently within his palm.

Stop it.

He gently shoved Tommy off, enough so that he could sit up. 

Why?

Pity?

He embraced the boy over the shoulders, attempting to cradle him as though he were a child. 

He’s taking advantage…

Why aren’t I mad?

Didn’t I hate him?

His shoulders shook with sobs. Resting against his neck. 

“Let it out. Forget about anything else. Let’s just pretend for 5 minutes that things are like they should be.”.

A copy of mellohi started playing quietly and softly.

When had he shrunk? He didn’t know. All he could process was that he was in safety of his friends' scorned hands, promising to keep him safe. Nuzzling and muttering reassurances as he let out the cries of his own.

A small smile poked from Ranboo’s fanged lips.

[simpy-reader-inserts]

Blood in the Water

Pairing: Plus size, Fem!Reader x Multi

Wordcount: 2900

Summary: A story about hitting rock bottom, in a world that only ever wanted you when you let them walk all over you, and then clawing your way back up out of pure spite.

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), Unreliable narrator, AFAB!Reader, Fem pronouns for reader, hints to past abuse, reader being an absolute pushover and not standing up for herself. Reader has a quirk!

Notes: This is for all the people out there who get nervous about answering the phone, ordering food in person and for those who dread having others disappointed in them. Don't worry though, while it may get worse for the reader at first, it does, and absolutely will, get better.

---

All through your life, you’d been a pushover, soft in every sense of the word.

Soft in appearance, soft spoken, and soft in temperament and actions.

Too soft for your own good, and you knew that all too well.

Ever since your quirk had manifested, people flocked to you whenever they needed help. First, it was the children you played with, small girls asking their friend to make their scrapes better.

“Y/N *sniff* Please?”

“Okay.”

“Can you please make it better??”

“Okay.”

“He HIT me Y/N! It hurts, please help?”

“…Okay.”

Then you were sought out by friends of friends, strangers even.

… was it really so strange that you took it up as a job after all that, because really, it was all you knew by now.

It was familiar, comfortable even.

You helped people, it was something you could manage, despite how nauseating the sight of fresh injuries could be sometimes.

--

Watching the dim, old TV as the same grainy video played yet again, you found yourself stuck in an awkward, embarrassment filled limbo. The talk show was relaying the events that had occurred earlier that day (for maybe the 3rd time)- the screen showing a painfully familiar woman frozen mid retreat, only her blurred figure standing out amongst the grainy footage.

‘As if today could get any worse.’

Growing frustrated at seeing yourself plastered all over the screen, you sighed loudly, trying in vain to get the old and battered remote to work as the scene started up again, the reporters agonising over the footage of the woman who managed to ‘land a hit’ on the Symbol of Peace.

“Stoooooooop!!” Furiously banging the remote against the side of the table, you flushed a bright red, your earlier embarrassment at todays events flaring up as you listened to the host on screen start speaking again.

“She absolutely bit him, though no one has been able to figure out why. I, for one, wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of that man either!” The host drawled out, laughing with his co-star as they began to finally move onto another story. “Did he taste like sunshine, rainbows and all things good in the world? What do you think? Let us know over on our-”

“HE TASTED LIKE SWEAT, BAD DEODORANT, AND TOO MUCH SALT!” Your gritted out, finally getting the remote to work with one last thud against the table. You quickly changed the channel, trying in vain to ignore the heat still lingering in your cheeks as you tried to reason the days events away.

“Let’s just forget that happened okay. Good? Today didn’t happen. At all. Look, I’m sure if I just go and explain why I did that he’ll understand. Just go up and say ‘Hi, I’m sorry I bit you but you literally looked like death warmed over. It totally wasn’t a kink thing, I swear to god. Please don’t sue me!’”

Giving up on finding anything to distract yourself with, you fell back into your old chair, quickly bringing a pillow up as you pressed it to your face and screamed, the muffled sound echoing loudly around your apartment.

Nope.

That was not an option at all.

As you began to run out of breath, you lazily dragged the pillow off your face, your scream trailing off abruptly as you did so, your soft form sprawled across the seat lazily as you blankly stared ahead, regretting even stepping foot out of your home today.

“NO. Not happening. Seriously, what are the chances of me ever seeing him again anyway? I’ll just do as I usually do, and just stay under the radar. He’s a Hero. THE Hero. He’s-”

“-HERE!!”

And with that, your front door was kicked in, your body hastily moving to sit up with a squeak, watching in horror as the Number One Hero stood in the doorway, his large smile suddenly seeming very unnerving.

“…”

“I believe it’d be best if you came with me peacefully young lady.”

“…imsosorry.”

---

“It was an impulsive thing to do, I understand that and I really am sorry! He’s feeling fine right? Better than fine, you’ve seen him, he didn’t even look dead anymore- It was only a bite- and I didn’t even manage to break the skin. Can I go home, please?  I’m sorry. My roommates must be worried sick.” You mumbled out for the tenth time, your dishevelled form slumped over as you used your arms to cushion your head from the hard wood of the table you were seated at.

The room was quiet, plain, and only slightly chilly.

You were fine with that…..this was okay…

(dontcrydontcrydontcry)

You’d been at this for hours now, and though there were no windows in the room, you could tell it was getting late.

Why they took you to a school of all places to interrogate you, was far beyond your (very panicked) thought process at the moment. You were done with life, you just wanted to go find a hole to crawl into and disappear.

“You don’t have any roommates.”

And then if the room itself wasn’t bad enough, there was the man in the ungodly bright yellow sleeping bag. Just…sitting there in the corner. Watching you. Judging.

“…That may be so, sir… but the old lady living next to me will be very upset if I’m not home soon. Really, she would be.” ‘He’s staring into my soul….he can see every wrong I’ve ever done…oh Jesus please don’t let him have a mind reading quirk lalalalalalala-…’

A slight narrowing of his eyes had you stiffening in place, panicking as the drawstrings of the bag pulled tighter- only his pale, sleep deprived face left on display.

Like a very odd caterpillar...

‘So creepy…oh my god…’

“So, you have a healing Quirk?”  He questioned, his voice just as flat as his expression. “Explain.”

“I-I already did…”

“Not to me.”

(dontcrydontcrydontcry)

“All the details are in my file, I think? I was a Nurse? I’m registered to use it in emergencies!”

“And how does All Might walking in front of you count as an emergency?”

“Because he looked like death and I panicked? I’m sorry!”

“How-”

“- I think that’s enough for now! Let’s let the young girl rest!” Ahh, here was the cause of your problems, standing there in all his glory. First, he kicks down your door, then he drags you to a school without even giving you the chance to change out of your PJ’s, and then he ditches you and never looks back.

And here he is again, a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face as Aizawa stared him down for interrupting.

‘At least he’s not staring at me anymore…’ you sunk further into your seat, eyes wearily watching the two stare at each other, even subtle shift of their bodies making you even more uncomfortable- especially with how the air around them both hung heavy with faint wisps on untreated injuries….in Aizawa’s case anyway.

All Might still looked like he was carrying a fog machine with how heavily it hung around his body.

“Look, we need to figure out exactly what happened and why, All Might. We can’t have young women running around biting people, just for the hell of it.”

“No need to fear, I’m A-Okay! Miss Y/L/N apparently sensed that I was unwell yesterday- Recovery Girl has already looked me over and I’m better than I have been in weeks! Thank you again, young lady, but I’d have to ask you to refrain from doing so in the future. Other people may not be as agreeable as I am, and I would hate for anything to happen to you. It’s not good to go advertising that you have a quirk like this, especially since you have no hero training and aren’t signed onto an agency for protection!”

“R-Right…I can do that!” You muttered out, forcing a smile onto your face as you tried your best to just be agreeable and get this whole situation over with.

'You’re almost shrouded in death, so why are you lying?’ You’d bitten him hours ago now, and he still had a heavy air of illness. Of a severe injury. He’d have to have been hurt badly for your quirk to only heal him such a small amount…

But, that wasn’t something you should worry about.

You just needed to mind your own business and never think of today again.

(dontcry dontcry dontcry please)

“Can I…go now?” You hesitantly asked, your shoulders slumping forward as both men fixed their gazes on one another, a silent conversation happening above your head.

“Okay, fine, we’ll be in touch though. We may have further…questions for you later on.” Aizawa finally spoke, though he didn’t sound happy about it in the least. The disapproval in his voice had goosebumps raising along your arms, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to make your smile seem even a little bit more genuine.

“Alright, okay I can do that, I’m sure you already have my number.” Two nods greeted your words, and with them went any hope of a quiet life in the city. “Great! Wonderful! Perfect!”

“Have a lovely day Miss.” All Might smiled down at you, holding the door open as you nervously walked by him, the security guard outside already waiting to escort you out.

“I will, thank you… Sorry again about the biting thing…” And with that, you got the hell out of dodge, running as fast as your legs could take you away from that school.

I’m going to go home, pass out for 10 hours and hope they sent someone to fix my door…

Oh god I hope my landlord understands…

---

You were a puzzle.

A nurse who hated blood, who cringed away from illness, who apologized too much, who only helped so much…

Especially when you could have done so much more, …at least according to others who stood back and watched your every move.

‘Legal issues’, your superiors had claimed.

“We can’t have a nurse who has to bite people to do her job. You’re a wonderful woman Y/N, a wonderful nurse, but that can only help the situation so much.”

You didn’t use your quirk though, you’d gone to school and trained right along side every other person without a healing quirk.

“Okay.”

But as always, it was the cause of your problems.

“I’m sorry, I really am. You’re a wonderful employee, but unless you sign on to an agency, we can’t keep you here. People will claim we’re trying to exploit you, or that we’re willingly holding you back from helping the heroes who need you more.”

“…Okay. I understand. I’m sorry.”

It was always about the heroes in the end, wasn’t it?

--

You tried.

You always tried.

You tried your hardest to be enough for those around you, to give them whatever they needed to make them happy.

But it always came back to the heroes.

Every time someone found out about your quirk, they asked you why?

Why aren’t you employed with an agency? (You didn’t want to be used. Passed around. Only seen for your quirk…. It was already too late for that, but you could always dream.)

Why weren’t you there when an attack happened? You could have saved people! (You didn’t do well in high stress situations…too many people, too many smells, too much blood and you could barely see a foot in front of you if enough people were dying or gravely injured.)

“Why? Y/N, why aren’t you helping?”

“I tried to.” But you weren’t good enough. You weren’t Recovery girl, you couldn’t kiss things better and heal it in an instant.

You…you had to bite, you had to rip and grind your teeth and be uncomfortable with the taste of iron on your tongue for your quirk to do anything more than act as a painkiller- as a temporary solution to a bigger problem that could literally leave you blind to the area around you.

But, your comfort was unimportant to those higher up in the world, and those around you quickly followed suit and took on the same viewpoint, damning your ‘lack of care’

Heroes needed you, they said.

You need to get certified, they cried.

Join an agency and do as your told, they demanded.

You’d never be a hero.

But you were a pushover.

A damn pushover.

(but this…this was the one thing you’d never sway on.)

---

*RING RING*

“Sorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.”

*BEEEP* “Ah, Miss Y/L/N, this is To-All Might! It Is I! I seem to have missed you again- if you could please return our call, we have a few matters to discuss at your earliest con-” *BEEEP* “No, I didn’t mean to press that, what-” *BEEEP*

*RING RING*

“Sorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.”

*BEEEP* “Hello, is this Y/N? This is Midnight calling from U.A – We’ve been trying to contact you for the past few days with no response. If you could please call back, it’d be appreciated.”

*RING RING*

“Sorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.”

*BEEEP* “This is Aizawa, call us back.”

*RING RING*

“Sorry, but your call cannot be connected at this time, please leave a message and try again at a later date.”

*BEEEP* “That was your last chance.”

--

The days since your ‘visit to the school’ had been hell.

First you almost lost your apartment, only a hero’s word being your saving grace as your landlord fumed about the busted door, still billing you heavily for the replacement.

You were already short on cash, but handed it over anyway after he started hinting at their being ‘other ways’ to repay him.

Then, you ate your way through the week’s groceries way faster than your budget allowed- the healing you’d done on All Might having been more draining than you’d first assumed if your appetite was anything to go by.

And now? You’d just realized you’d lost your phone. How long ago? You had no idea, you never used the thing, it was way too old to do more than call with. But the fact was, you’d lost it, and it was necessary for today’s plans.

You frantically looked around, your body sprawled out over your couch as you rummaged through the gap behind it, desperately looking for your phone, the space around you torn apart in your search.

‘Where is it?? God, I have an interview in an hour, please just-’

There was a sudden loud bang as your house shook, your front door embedding itself within the wall behind it as a tall figure loomed where it once stood, backlit as a foggy haze seemed to seep into your home around him.

“I AM HERE!”

Of course.

“…my door…oh god, I’ll be evicted for sure this time…”

“AH, Miss Y/L/N! There you are, we’ve been trying to contact you! I was afraid something had happened after Aizawa informed me that you hadn’t contacted us back, so I rushed over to check on you…I…apologise about your door. Rest assured I’ll have someone fix it.”

“That’s…, well, that’s …”

That wasn’t okay.

This was your home, and he’d invaded it twice now…though to be fair, the first time was understandable.

But this…

“Wonderful! Now, if you’ll come with me, we require your presence for a meeting.”

“H-Huh? What, I can’t- I have an interview! For a job! A job I need! I need it very much-”

“Miss Y/L/N, please rest assured that you’ll be compensated for your time. We’ll send someone over to inform the person interviewing you what has happened and arrange another date for you.” His voice was softer than it usually was, still deep, but understanding and insistent that you listen to him.

Must be from all the years of talking to the victims of villain attacks.

“Is she listening?” Came a tired voice from outside. Ah, sleeping bag man. Gosh you hoped your neighbour didn’t see them come up, she’d never drop the subject- having TWO men at your home Y/N?? How scandalous!

“Please, my friend, give her a moment, this is very sudden.”

“It wouldn’t be sudden if she’d answered her damn phone.”

“Just…Can I meet you later on? I’m sorry, I need this job…” You cut in, taking a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself down, desperately trying to fight off a nervous sweat in hops of staying presentable for your interview.

“Please Miss Y/L/N, I don’t mean to push, but we need to talk.”

They weren’t really asking, you could tell. This was all for show- like so many times before.

You’d always assumed that All Might would be different than the others.

“…okay…” You suddenly felt very small, but that was right, wasn't it?

This was the Number One Hero.

How could you say no to him?

You had no ground to deny him this, especially since he’d already started leading you from the apartment without another word.

You were a Pushover.

And sometimes, in a small part of your mind that you tried your best to ignore, you hated that people took advantage of that fact.

[hellsbeenbettersincehesplit]

Cross-posting This Gilded Weight! (The og post was being weird when i tried to edit it so this gets its own post lol) It's my drabble collection exploring snapshots of Vaggie's pre-canon development from her fall to the show pilot. This is the last of my already-posted works that I'm cross-posting over here, the rest will be new stuff. Hope y'all enjoy!

This Gilded Weight

This had to be a nightmare.

Nightmares don’t exist in Heaven, so this was a first, but this had to be one. Vaggie is (was?) an exterminator. Exterminators don’t have weaknesses and don’t show sympathy to dangerous, evil sinners.

At least it was unrealistic- she would never really fall. Her? Over a child’s soul? The idea was laughable. So Vaggie wasn’t stranded wingless on a random street in Hell, and she’d just wait this out. That’s how nightmares work, right?

She wiped tears and golden blood from her face.

No need to worry. She’s be fine once she woke up.

Vaggie drifted in and out of sleep. She couldn’t tell which was real and which was a dream.

In one world, she couldn’t stand and her eye wouldn’t work. But a beautiful woman was feeding her soup and saying soothing words. It… wasn’t awful.

In another world, the extermination was ongoing and she had to kill someone she cared for again and again. It’d always end with harsh words and horrible pain.

She didn’t know which half she should hope was real. In the one she was spending more and more time in, at least she hadn’t killed a child.

Vaggie felt the loss of her wings with every step.

Her back muscles were made to accommodate large wings which held a considerable amount of her body mass. Her steps were too light. On her lower back, the remaining muscle complained from lack of use. Even breathing was different on the ground.

Vaggie kept losing her balance. She’d nearly fall and try to flap wings that weren’t there. She hoped Charlie found it endearingly clumsy, not suspicious. And the phantom pain was horrible.

Hell wasn’t as bad as she’d thought, but she wished she’d been able to keep her wings.

It hadn’t occurred to Vaggie that Charlie didn’t instantly know she was an exorcist- she looked like one and was found near her armor, it wasn’t hard to tell. But by now… it was far too late.

Part of it was safety. Charlie was the princess of hell. Demons couldn’t hurt angels, but Vaggie was vulnerable enough that one could find a way. And if Lucifer found out his daughter befriended an exorcist?

She wasn’t ready to die yet.

More importantly… Charlie saw something good in Vaggie. She couldn’t let that disappear.

What Charlie didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, right?

“Don’t worry,” Charlie kept saying at the next extermination. “They can’t go after us.“

A dark cloud of angels descended upon Hell. Ice filled Vaggie’s veins.

Longing pooled in her chest. She wanted to be with them. More accurately- she wanted things to be like before.

It didn’t matter. They’d never take her back.

She couldn’t look away.

Charlie’s arm settled across her shoulder. Soft hands ran through her hair.

“It’s ok to be scared.”

Vaggie rested her head on Charlie’s shoulder. Tarlike guilt filled her chest. Charlie would disappear if she knew the truth. She accepted the comfort anyway.

“… and we’ll have lessons and team exercises and-”

“Charlie,” Vaggie interrupted. “Sinners can’t be redeemed.”

“I have to do something! It’s not fair to just let them die.”

“It’s not,” Vaggie agreed. “But… everyone is here for a reason. People don’t change here.” 

“They might try if there was hope! Don’t you wish you went to heaven?”

“Heaven wouldn’t take me. Not after what I’ve done.” Not a lie, just… misleading.

“But-“

She squeezed Charlie’s hand. “Besides, I’d have to leave you.” Vaggie already regretted her next words. “But… if anyone could do this, it’s you. I’ve got your back. ”

In her time in hell, she’d only met one other fallen angel. She’d gotten a message on sinstagram asking to meet with her. They’d agreed to meet in an alley for privacy.

The other looked… different. Orange hair, scarlet feathers instead of grey.

She still had her wings.

“It’s so hard to find us,” the other had mentioned. “What type?”

“Exterminator.”

“Same.” Vaggie looked her up and down with suspicion, a familiar ache on her shoulders. “Hell changes you.”

“You got to keep your wings?”

“They took yours?“

Vaggie didn’t reach out again. Why remind herself of all she’d lost?

She missed heaven.

Of course she did. It was the best place in the universe. But on a more personal level… she missed heaven home.

She’d had a dove stuffed animal when she was a baby, named Mary. She kept it for years and lost it when she needed it most.

Where she first scraped her knee, the arena she used to spar in, where she’d met her first crush… just gone.

When she was bedridden, Vaggie had begun teaching herself how to draw. One day, her mental image of Heaven wouldn’t be so clear. She’d need something besides memories.

Friendships are a strange thing in Hell. Trust is scarce. Once you have it, the friendship stays.

“I hear the radio demon’s back,” a friend mentioned over coffee. “After seven years!”

Vaggie looked over her shoulder just in case. “Heard where?”

“Just rumors right now.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way.”

There was a shift in the atmosphere. The look on their face was deadly serious as they forewarned, “If you ever meet him, don’t trust him, don’t give him an inch, and never make a deal.”

In hell, you listen to warnings the first time.

”I won’t,” Vaggie promised.

“Are you fucking serious?”

Angel Dust held up the pig. “Fat nuggets stays, or I go.”

Charlie looking at Vaggie the way that made her resolve disappear. “Look at that little face!”

“We can’t keep a pig in our hotel.”

“He’s well-behaved?”

“Alright, he can stay!” Charlie decided.

This was unsustainable. Vaggie knew how important this was to Charlie, but where was the line? Couldn’t this effort go towards finding residents who would try?

But… Charlie looked so proud as Angel Dust entered his room. This wouldn’t work, but if it made Charlie happy, she’d put everything into it anyway.

[multiversediaries]

not my fate

stefan salvatore x reader

summary — stefan’s fate separated the two of you. now it’s his chance to determine his destiny.

warnings — small jealousy & angst

part count — 1/?

fate and destiny are not as great as people make it out to be. you knew this for a fact. they had screwed you over. screwed your relationship over. you used to share a loving relationship with stefan salvatore. he was the one meant for you, or so you thought. that was until you met qetsiyah. you remember how you felt once she informed you about stefan and elena’s written fate. they were fated lovers, it was written. it was bound to happen one way or another.

saying you were heartbroken was an understatement. yet, you were willing to fight for your relationship. but stefan wasn’t. you didn’t believe in the whole fate thing. you believed it could be changed, with the right motivation. but stefan didn’t feel the same way. even if he loved you, he thought it would be best to break off your relationship right then and there, and spare you of all the hurt and devastation you would feel once fate came knocking on his door.

it was certainly crushing. elena and stefan were an epic couple and you knew this. after all, you had met and fallen for stefan after his break up with elena. you felt so foolish for believing you would mean more than elena. she will always be the one, for everyone. but you? you were just a nobody. but even then, you stayed living with the salvatore brothers, as you didn’t have anywhere else to go. living with them was a hassle, and a very difficult environment for you to move on in.

“will i ever see you again?” said the man you kept rushing down the stairs, trying to be quiet. you had spend the night with this man. you hushed him, tip toeing around the stairs, adjusting your bathrobe. you stopped by the front door, and opened it for him. the man looked back at you and smiled.

“alright, go.” you whisper-yelled at him, trying to close the door on him. you wouldn’t want to be caught sneaking a man out of the house. he tried kissing you, but you avoided his kiss, and closed the door in front of him. you sighed in relief. that was until you heard laughter behind you. oh no.

“you? a one night stand? what a scandal.” you heard damon say, between chuckles. you turned around to see him, finding stefan and elena along side damon. you face-palmed yourself, walking closer to them, grabbing damon’s bourbon glass out of his hands.

“shut up, please.” you begged, drinking from his glass. elena laughed at you, as she snuggled against stefan’s chest. it was a painful view.

“where did you even meet... that?” damon said, smirking. you sighed, a bit embarrassed you had gotten caught.

“by the grill.” you replied, earning another tease from damon. you hit his arm, as your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “stop, i haven’t had sex since..” you started saying, immediately regretting your word choices. you sighed, before rephrasing it.

“i haven’t had sex in a very long time, alright? i needed to feed the beast.” you finished, handling damon’s now empty glass back to him. you heard stefan chuckle lightly, you looked at him, grinning a bit at him. even after everything that happened, even after he chose elena over you, you remained friends. you didn’t want to have a bad relationship with the man you loved, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“enough of this awkward conversation, i have to get ready. i promised to meet bonnie.” you said, before heading up to your room, to get ready. bonnie had been going through a lot lately, and you wanted to somehow make her feel better. you used to be a witch, before you were turned, losing all of your powers. yet, you still had knowledge of so many spells that could be useful for bonnie in the future. so you decided to help her learn a few new spells from you.

after getting ready, you ran back downstairs, towards the kitchen, to grab something to eat before heading out. it was going to be a long day. there you found stefan, all alone. you smiled a bit at him, looking around. he soon handled you a toast, you smiled up at him, thankful.

“thanks.” you said, taking a bite. he nodded staring at you. he was curious about your one night stand for some reason. it was bothering him somehow.

“picking up dates at the grill, huh?” he started, making you giggle. you shook your head, biting your lip to stop the laughter, along with your utter embarrassment.

“that’s where we met, so i believe it works.” you said, earning a chuckle from him. you laughed along with him. god, you missed him. so much. but he hurt you. you thought he’d at least want to fight for you, but he didn’t. didn’t even try to.

“how was it, by the way?” he asked, after clearing his throat. your cheeks warmed up at his sudden question. you shrugged your shoulders.

“it was..” you started saying, as you tried looking for the right words. to be completely honest, it wasn’t the best. in fact, you didn’t even get to finish. stefan had been the only man that had ever made you feel amazing in bed. the only man who had ever made you finish. but he didn’t have to know that. you remained speechless. he chuckled, a bit happy you didn’t seem to enjoy it.

“it’s undeniably painful.” stefan said, as you raised your eyebrows in confusion. he looked down at you, tilting his head as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“what is?” you asked, thinking back on your conversation, trying to find the meaning of his words. he sighed a bit.

“watching you give yourself to somebody else.” he said, as goosebumps covered your entire body. his eyes never left yours, looking for a reaction to his words. you chuckled breathily.

“it gets better.” you replied, earning a nod from him.

“does it?” he asked, his words pulling softly at your heart. no, it didn’t get better. it never seemed to get better. but you had to believe it would. someday it won’t hurt as much. you broke eye contact, unable to answer his question.

“anyways, i have to go.” you giggled, placing down the piece of toast and starting to walk away from him. he watched you walk out of the house. he missed you. he couldn’t hide it. it had been only a year ever since everything happened. he couldn’t deny his love for you. he couldn’t deny that he missed you and sometimes even regretted his decision.

there were days, like today, where he wished he could turn back time and choose you instead. but it was his destiny, he made his choice. after all, it was written, no matter what happens, he will end up with elena somehow. he didn’t want to hurt you any longer. he thought that his deep love for you was reason enough to stay away from you, to let you go. he loved you too much to watch you suffer because of him. but god, he hated it. he hated that it was something he could not control.

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“hi.” elena said to stefan, as soon as he entered their shared bedroom. he smiled at her, laying next to her on the bed. she looked at him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. stefan grinned in return.

“everything okay?” elena asked softly, before stefan nodded. something was up. she could see it. elena gently straddled stefan’s hips, and kissed his lips once again. stefan kissed back, his hands running to her hips, holding her in place. soon, she broke the kiss in order to leave kisses along his neck, even leaving a few love bites on his skin.

“wait— elena, wait.” stefan said, as he kindly removed her from him. he couldn’t do it. elena sighed as she sat up in the bed, looking at him, irritated.

“stefan, what is it? we haven’t had sex in a while.” she sighed. stefan lowered his head, as he listened to her. stefan looked back at elena after a few minutes of silence, knowing he had to be honest with her.

“listen, elena.” he started, earning her attention once again, eager to know what was wrong. “what i had with y/n— she wasn’t just— she wasn’t an attempt at revenge against you for sleeping with my brother.” stefan said, causing elena to tilt her head in confusion.

“she wasn’t revenge, or a rebound, even. she wasn’t just a fling.” he continued, his hand lightly running through his scalp. “i fell in love with her.” he said, elena’s eyes widening at the confession. she would’ve never thought you’d fall for someone else, absolutely no one would’ve ever dare to think so.

“i fell so intensely in love with her, and that isn’t suddenly going to change because i decided to go back to you.” he confessed, his eyes full of pity for elena somehow. stefan was such a compassionate person and knowing that he was hurting someone, drove him mad. he watched elena, looking for any signs of a reaction.

“what do you want me to do? i— what am i supposed to do with this?” elena asked, truly confused on what to do with the information. stefan sighed, he didn’t know either.

“i don’t know, i just wanted to be honest, elena.” he spoke, earning a nod from her. she could understand him. it was just shocking to her.

“i’ll wait it out, then.” elena said, confidently. she met stefan’s eyes and smiled. he returned her smile and nodded a bit. “we’re joined by fate, stefan. our love is already written. what you feel towards her will go away someday. because we’re each other’s fate, stefan.” she finished as she cupped stefan’s cheeks into her small hands. her thumbs softly caressed his smooth skin.

stefan smiled a bit at her as he reflected on her words. he wondered if his feelings would eventually disappear. he wondered if elena was right. because what if she wasn’t? what if his fate was to be by elena’s side, even if he loved another woman? what if he would never stop loving you, and was forced to settle for a future without you? what if this whole fate thing was absolute crap? what if fate could be changed? what if he made a mistake by leaving you? what if?

[palabraasinnecesarias]

if you stay i would even wait all night or until my heart explodes

ao3 | ff.net ship: ranma/akane rating: T+ words: 5,772

summary:

If there was anything Akane knew better than anyone in this world, it would have to be that Ranma’s insensitivity wasn’t on purpose. And it wasn’t that she wanted to justify the fool, she just felt that she had a better judgment when it came to pinpointing all his flaws, especially the ones that made him a jerk. Crushing on your childhood friend should be fine, as long as you don't act upon it, right? What happens when you do?

Maybe she should have just gotten something off the rack or improvised with whatever she already had in her closet, not that she had much. Who cares that she had bills to pay, and that she had already been late on rent twice, although the apartments’ landlord was such a kind family, they had been generous enough to offer a gratitude of five days with an understanding that her deposit hadn't been immediately available due to bank issues. Whether that was the truth, or a simple white lie she offered to get out of the possibility of getting evicted, was another story. Pushing all that aside, she figured she could spare some cash for a dress she probably wouldn’t wear again and sacrifice some groceries just this once.  

Yet, the young woman was now sitting across from her older sister, twiddling her thumbs together as she allowed herself to get lectured on things such as why she needed a better job than the nine-to-two clerical work offering enough pay to help her get through college and keep a roof over her head. Nabiki of all people, whose simple solutions consist of “just find a better job” as though it were that easy, didn’t quite know about her struggles. Then again, it wasn’t like she’d be sharing such things with her.  

Nabiki had always been ambitious, and strong-willed, characteristics she liked to believe they shared. And she found talking to Nabiki did help gain some clarity at times. Sometimes, in her own casual way, she was the cheerleader Akane was desperately in need of. Of course, rather than patting her back and pepping her on, the older woman opened a bottle of wine. Even if she didn’t usually tell her everything, not about the possibility of getting evicted, or how she’d sometimes shrink her meal proportions in the sense of making leftovers last a few more days. She instead insisted on boy-talk, or how Nabiki managed to balance work with her personal life. Other times she talked about her college career, and how desperate she was to graduate, quite regretful about all the major changes she’d made throughout the years. Some could call it therapeutic, or a session with someone smacking the harsh truth in your face, considering Nabiki wasn’t too gentle with her way of saying things. 

Although tonight she was not quite in the mood to hear her offer her an assistant position again (no matter how tempting of an offer), and instead of talking about irrelevant things, she tried to steer the topic onto something she could control by blurting out, “Ranma was being unusual.” She almost went with telling her that Ranma had kissed her, but no, not really, really, kissed her. More of like a peck, and she was finding herself obsessing over it, which only frustrated her further because he seemed so nonchalant about it. Almost like he wanted to see what it was like to kiss her, and he wasn’t even tickled by it. It would have hurt less if he reached for her heart and squeezed until pronounced dead.  

“You still hang around that weird guy?”  

Akane almost burst into laughter because to Nabiki’s standards, Ranma would be weird. “Surprisingly, yes,” she found herself saying, amused.  

Nabiki had known Ranma for almost just as long, just not in the same way, and Akane considered her a wise mind when it came to these sorts of things. When Akane expressed her concern, wondering as to what had bothered her about Ranma, mindful to include some details (such as his unexplainable dislike towards Shinnosuke), Nabiki found herself insisting that he was just being territorial. Which Akane found laughable, ludicrous, pushing that preposterous idea away.   

Having Ranma spend the night for those two nights had drained her in a way she hadn’t thought imaginable, considering most times they’d spent far more time together. But this time it felt...different. She just couldn’t place her finger on why that was. He had been acting fairly strange, but not absurdly, just enough to make her wonder aloud.  

“Maybe it was all on your mind,” Akane glanced at Nabiki say in her quiet-like voice, calm and collected, feeling like complete opposite of, occasionally restless and sometimes agitated because of incompetence, usually due to Ranma.  

“What do you mean?” Akane inquired, hoping she’d elaborate, enlighten her somewhat.  

“You need to get laid, baby sis.”  

Akane frowned, easily annoyed at the way her older sister made this known to her, as if there was no other explanation as to why she was tired and frustrated and annoyed with work, and everything else, really. Completely invalidating everything she’d express relating to Ranma, as if someone’s dick would somehow help simplify and illuminate fundamental understanding of her mere frustration.  

To Nabiki’s philosophy, it seemed, she just needed some unexplainable, raw, rough sex. “I think you’re with him a lot, and you’re in need of getting touched, and it frustrates you. Maybe you two should fuck.” Akane disagreed. Mainly because she already knew how Ranma felt about that.  

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[meraki24601]

Ideas on Whumpee who lost their initially empathic and selfless nature? They’ve changed and not for the better. Caretaker can’t recognize them anymore, even if Whumpee still adores Caretaker like a madman(romantically/platonically), so the only thing’s left to do is to try to get their kind Whumpee side back😭

Ooooooo that's good! Also, surprisingly hard for me to write. I hope you like it anyway!

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Changed

You win, Mentor. 

I told you they would be fine and I wouldn’t need to keep records of how they had changed, but you were right. Guess I should have listened. Again.

Whumpee has always been so kind though. I guess, I thought that was one thing that would never change. They used to care about other people. About me. But not anymore. I don’t know what Whumper did to them, but Whumpee isn’t the same.

They yelled at me, you know? That’s never happened before. Whumpee was taking a snack in the living room and I bumped into them coming around the corner. Their sandwich fell on the floor. I had just cleaned the floor several hours earlier, but it didn’t seem to matter. They were shaking as I picked up their sandwich. They didn’t yell immediately, but there was something in their voice. Something in the way they looked at me.

Honestly, with what they told me at that moment, I couldn’t really blame them for their reaction. Did you know Whumper fed them on the floor? Just dumped food in front of them, sometimes just out of reach. Whumpee was finally able to eat from a plate, and I knocked their food on the ground. 

Yet, my mistake was asking if they wanted me to make them a new sandwich. 

I won’t repeat some of the things they said. Let's just leave it at they called me a fool for wasting food. Told me I would regret it when I ran out and couldn’t get more. I knew they didn’t mean it. I could tell they were dissociating by the way they looked right through me. I don’t think Whumpee remembers what happened. 

Most of the time they just sit there ignoring the world around them. Yeah, it’s kind of selfish, but I wish they would mess around like they used to. They don’t laugh at my jokes or make fun of me when I do something stupid. 

Don’t judge me for this. I tested them the other day. Whumpee was sitting in the living room watching some old black-and-white horror movie, and I faked an injury. I know. I know it could have triggered them, but I needed to know how they would react. I faked a burn on my hand while I was cooking. They didn’t even look back when I yelled in pretend pain. When I asked Whumpee if they knew where the bandages were, they looked at it and told me not to bother. That my “injury” wasn’t worth using up some of the bandages.

Mentor, they never would have said that before. They used to throw bandages on my toe when I bumped it on a chair. I feel like I don’t even know them anymore. They’re kind of starting to scare me.

I’m not sure if I should tell you about this. Whumpee would probably be hurt if they found out I told you. Please, don’t tell them you know. 

Remember back a year ago when Whumpee hit a squirrel with their car? I think they named it Maurice, held a funeral and buried it with a tiny grave marker? We hit a deer yesterday. Whumpee was driving with me on one of the back roads to get used to driving again. It didn’t hurt us. The damage to the car was surprisingly low, but the deer hit just right so that it broke its back. 

Whumpee pulled over immediately after it happened with a quiet curse. I jumped out and rushed to the deer to make sure it wasn’t going to trigger Whumpee with a bunch of blood. When I turned around to tell them the deer wasn’t going to make it, Whumpee was looking over the damage to the front of the car. They didn’t even glance at the deer till I called their name. 

They asked if it was dead. I told them no, but it was dying. Whumpee walked over, agreed with my conclusion, then broke the deer’s neck and killed it. They didn’t even hesitate. Whumpee asked me to help move it to the side of the road and went back to the car for hand sanitizer. 

I asked them why. All they said was it was better than waiting for it to die slowly or risking someone else hitting it. They weren’t sad. Didn’t regret killing the deer. When I asked them about how they were feeling this morning, it took them a while to remember what I was talking about. 

What should I do, Mentor? They haven’t done anything wrong, but it is wrong. They’re not acting like Whumpee. Obviously, I can’t tell them that. It would break their heart. Or worse, it wouldn’t mean anything at all. 

I’m not giving up on them. I can’t give up. I’ll never give up, but I need help. 

Please, Mentor, can you help us?

Part 2