#some of these doctors were actually quite nice (most of them even). one even brought an applicant to us telling her to get some coffee

[tardis--dreams]

Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

[dumpster-dive-reading]

Yandere Harley Quinn x Nurse/Medical Assistant Reader

So I've read quite a few of these Yandere x Reader fics, and I decided to try writing one of my own after getting inspired by this post from @anxiousnerdwritings

Go check out their blog, they have more experience writing this kind of thing than I do, and their work is super good.

(Fair warning that I am quite new to the DC universe and writing x reader fics, so this may not be perfect)

Warnings: This is a yandere romance, so obsessive behaviors, mild violence, possessive stuff, some mild sleep touching. Not anything too intense.

Four years of studying criminal psychology, hours upon hours of going through disturbing case studies, reading transcripts of Joker’s interview tapes- nothing could have prepared you for this. Perhaps for the average underpaid intern, working at Arkham was draining, tedious, depressing work- working just a few feet away from the most dangerous criminals in Gotham was surprisingly dull. But you weren’t average- no, you had hope for these criminals- and that certainly caught her attention.

Harley could remember the first time she laid eyes on you. She had heard that there’d be some new folks coming into Arkham. The inmates began to make bets on how quickly the first ones would leave. She wasn’t all that interested, she’d seen far too many people come and go. It was always the same excuses: “these criminals are just far too scary” or “someone stabbed me, I really don’t want to come into work tomorrow”. They’d hire anyone in Arkham these days. These nurses couldn’t even take a tiny little death threat or twelve, they were so weak and scared. And threatening them was doing them a favor- if they couldn’t handle the little tiny knife she brought in, then what about the big tough guys like Riddler or Killer Croc?  Or some really terrifying folks like Calendar man? 

Thus, she didn’t expect to have any interest in the “fresh meat” at Arkham. Then again, nothing tends to go the way that Harley expects- she learned that lesson after being tossed into the chemical vats, and after kidnapping Batman, and after trying to win over that good-for-nothing Joker for years and years and years.

You walked into the room with Harley’s medicine. An assortment of pills in a neatly labeled paper cup, a bit of water alongside it. Your task was to get Harley to take her medicine- a task that meant you had half the patients the other nurses did. Harley was known for being a bit difficult with her medication, according to the charts. It was certainly a nice way of putting “threatened to feed a nurse to her hyenas”. Thus you had extras of her medications, and were told to get one of the guards to administer a sedative if she refused to take the medicine willingly. After a few tries being polite, most nurses would opt to either have Harley sedated or restrained while working with her. It was the first time in a while that she hadn’t been strapped up for med time.

At first, she simply watched you when you entered the room. She let her opponent make the first move, as a bit of a courtesy. 

“Miss Quinzel” you said “I have your medication here for you to take”

“It’s Doctor, actually. If you’re playing the polite game, you should use the right titles” Harley responded.

“I do believe your record states your medical license has been suspended due to your… condition” you reply. 

“Yes, yes, of course, but I didn’t spend all that time studying for nothing. I earned that doctor in front of my name, so you’d better use it.”

“Of course, Dr.Quinzel. I have your medication here for you”.

“And why should I take those little pills, hm? What if they’re tryin’ to poison me?���

“Aren’t you immune to poison?”

She laughed at that. “Alright, I see the new doctor here has looked at my file. Did your research. Tell me, what else do you know about me? D’ya know my body count? My other body count?”

“I just know the information that was on your file, Miss- I mean, Doctor Quinzel”. 

“Well, maybe we’ll get to know eachother better” Harley stated a bit suggestively.

“Would you take your meds please, Doctor Quinzel?” you asked.

Harley wasn’t certain what to do. On one hand, you were treating her like a real person, and Harley desperately didn’t want to lose that. On the other hand, as soon as she took her meds, you’d be gone- plus she really didn’t want to take her meds. They made her feel nauseous for the first hour after taking them. A normal side effect, she knew, but taking her meds was by far the worst part of her day.

But looking at you, Harley felt the urge to play along. She wanted to see you smile. Would you smile if she took her medicine? She hoped so. And wasn’t your smile worth being a little sick for an hour or so? 

She swallowed the pills in the little paper cup. 

“Thank you” you said with a smile. She loved that smile of yours, she wished she could lock it up in a box and carry it with her forever. It was perfect- you were perfect. But Arkham was dangerous for perfect people like you- people with hope and kindness. She decided right then and there that she needed to protect you, to keep you so absolutely perfect for her.

The next day, she had waited for you to arrive with her medications. She had spent all day excited for your presence. There wasn’t much else to do at Arkham, so she daydreamed about how to make the most of the few minutes you spent together. She fantasized about spending it with her arms wrapped around you, her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat. That was impossible with the glass between you two, but a gal can dream can’t she? But when the door opened, someone else was there. 

“You’re a different face- where’s the one who was here yesterday” Harley snarled at the strange nurse.

“On another rotation- now take your meds” said the other nurse, thrusting the meds into Harley’s face.

“No, no. I don’t want those pills- I want the ones that the doctor brings me”

“Doctor?”

“The person who came by yesterday.”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about. Besides, your prescription hasn’t changed. They’re the same exact pills”

“They’re completely different.” Harley argued back. Of course they were the same exact pills, but Harley wasn’t above being petty with this argument. She didn’t want to take the pills if they weren't from you. 

Fourty minutes of arguments later, the nurse left, and came back with two guards. Two knocked-out guards later, and the nurse returned with you. 

“Doctor Quinzel?” you called out, entering the room. You spotted the two knocked out guards, and a shiver went down your spine. The other nurse hadn’t warned you about what Harley had been up to- only stating that Harley wanted to see you, and needed to take her meds.

“If it isn’t my favorite doctor” Harley called out. “I missed you, you know?”

“I’m not a doctor,” you replied. “Just a psychiatric medical assistant. And did you hurt these people?”

“They’ll be over it in the morning, promise. I didn’t want to scare you with any dead bodies, you know.”

“Doctor Quinzel, why did you-”

“I’m sorry!” Harley sobbed “I just got so scared without you. Please don’t abandon me- please please please. I promise I’ll be good, just don’t leave me hanging again.”

You weren’t expecting her to break out into tears. “What do you mean, Doctor Quinzel?”

“I-I-I waited all day for you to come, and you left me for some other patients!”

So the murder clown had abandonment issues. Who would’ve guessed? 

“Fine, fine. Will you take your medications now, Doctor?” you offered her the exact same medicine cup as the ones Harley had previously slapped to the floor, and Harley gladly took them from you. 

“Of course” she said, swallowing her pills nicely. She hoped that would make you smile, but your expression hadn’t changed. 

“You can’t be attacking people like that, Doctor Quinzel. They just want to help you” you said, trying to reassure her. Harley however, knew they didn’t care the way that you did. You were the only one who really did want her to get better. The others couldn’t care less. They gave her the pills out of fear- fear of the danger she posed without them. That or an automatic sense of duty. That automatic response- apathy- was worse than fear. You could see it in a person’s eyes, like the light that could have been there was gone. 

It was one of the things Harley liked about Joker back in the day. His eyes were bright with purpose. Joker was a contradiction- he never really cared about the world, and yet he lived with such a strong sense of purpose. You were different. You shined with care, wanting to make the city better. It reminded Harley of herself, well before she became Harley Quinn. You were a shining light in the darkness of Gotham.

And Harley became more and more worried that the darkness would engulf you. She felt like she needed you closer, she needed to protect you, to save you. 

It wasn’t hard convincing her psychiatrist that she needed you to be by her side more often. You were the medical assistant that she could actually trust, the one that she would listen to. You were like a security blanket to her- as she convinced the psychiatrist to put it- she felt safe around you, and feeling safe made her less violent. It wasn’t long before the doctors realized that for any procedure with Harley, she would be more cooperative if you were by her side. Thus, your job description shifted from “General Psychiatric Medical Assistant” to “Psycho Clown’s Therapy Dog”. Thus for most of Harley’s treatments and procedures, you’d be right there by her side, keeping her sane. The light in her darkness. 

Of course, Arkham was understaffed. You couldn’t spend every single moment of your work day with Harley, as much as she wanted that. There were other patients that needed to be tended to. Unfortunately, Harley was kept away from the other patients due to her “violent tendencies”, so she couldn’t watch you with the others. She was kept in a cell all by herself, meaning that whenever you were away, she’d be alone with nothing but her thoughts of you. 

Thus she needed to be on her best behavior to convince the doctors that she was getting better. She would take her medicine, she’d comply with the treatments, she’d do everything perfectly. You made her better, can’t you see that?  When the doctors finally agreed to let her mingle with the other patients, she was so excited. Sure she was kept in a straight jacket the whole time, but it was all worth it so she could watch you.

Soon after Harley was let out a bit more, you noticed the other inmates of Arkham being quite a bit nicer to you. They’d comply with your requests to take their medicine, they wouldn’t harass you anymore (in fact, the ones who used to be a bit more difficult for you to deal with ended up injured randomly). For some reason, a few of them seemed to fear you. 

Harley still didn’t like that you weren’t there every single day for her. She didn’t like it when you’d go home in the evenings, and she certainly didn’t like spending her nights alone. She wished you’d stay with her, or take her with you. 

Which is why she was so devastated when you mentioned leaving Arkham to go to Graduate School. 

“Sugar, why’s that stuffy old college so important to ya anyway?” Harley asked you.

“I want to make the world a better place, help people like you, Harley”. You had started calling her Harley after she requested it. “Besides, I can’t stay a simple assistant forever”. 

“So you’re just gonna leave me here alone?”

“You’ll be fine Harley, the doctors will take care of you. I want to further my studies in psychology, and I kind of need to go to college to do that”. 

So Harley formulated a plan to keep you by her side. 

It took a fair bit of work to convince you to keep working at Arkham while attending Graduate School. Harley, like the good friend she was, helped you with your applications. Of course, she helped you the most with applications for schools in Gotham. You ended up getting accepted, and enrolled in the most prestigious of Gotham’s psychology departments. It helped that you had such extensive work experience with Arkham. She convinced you to keep working with her, gaining some “first hand experience working with a real life nutcase” as she put it. Thus your job at Arkham changed again. You no longer saw any other patients (much to Harley’s elation). You were to work with Harley exclusively during the night, and go to school during the day. It worked well for you, considering that the damage done to Doctor Quinzel did not impact her extensive knowledge of psychology. She would help you study, offering her professional insight on your courses. 

But attending psychology classes, you came to realize that your relationship with Harley was… problematic. Thus, with the assistance of your professors, you designed a new research project: freeing Harley of her dependency on you. 

“Harley, would you be okay if I wasn’t here tomorrow?”

“Sugar, why would you even suggest such a thing?”

“Well, I was thinking of having an extra day off, you know, just having a ‘me’ day”. 

“That sounds like an absolute blast! You should do that here some time, sugar, I’d love to spend the day relaxing with you”

“That’s just the thing, Harley, I want to spend it alone”

“Uh huh”

“That means without you”

“No- no way! You can’t leave me here, sugar! I’d be so lonely without you. You know I need your sweetness in my life, hon.”

“Harley, that isn’t healthy. You need to be able to handle being by yourself-”

“No.” She shouted, her tone suddenly far more serious. “You will never leave me- got that sugar? You can never ever get away, I’ll never let you go.” She grabbed your arm, clawing into it with her nails. “We’re together, forever, honey.”

Your eyes widened in terror. 

“Now how would you like this macaroni necklace I made just for you?” she said sweetly, as though she hadn’t just threatened you. 

When you didn’t show up for work the next day, Harley was very worried. Had she really made you that scared? Sure, she might’ve threatened you a little bit, and maybe her grasp left a couple little scratches on your arm, but she didn’t mean to. She’d never hurt you. Never never never. You were her sugar, she’d do anything for you. Just ask, and she’d do it- no questions. Who do you want her to kill? Just say the name and they’re gone, sugar, she’d do it all for you. Please don’t leave her, you can do anything you want to her, but you can’t leave her. You have no reason to leave- your good friend Harley will take care of everything for you. 

No, you wouldn’t leave her. You were her perfect sugar, you’d never abandon her like that. You wanted her to be better, you made her better. She was trying to get better for you, and she was trying very very hard. It was difficult, especially when you would talk to the security guards and your attention would be on them and not her, and then her head would rush with all the different ways she could make sure those worthless guards wouldn’t steal your attention away from her ever again. But she wouldn’t touch them, because it would make you so disappointed and sad to see them get hurt, even if Harley knew that they were nothing compared to you. She couldn’t bear to make you sad.

So why weren’t you there? It had already been twenty minutes past when you were supposed to arrive, and you weren’t there by her side. What if someone hurt you? What if one of Joker’s men got to you, and was about to shove you into one of the chemical vats. That would change you forever, and she’d lose her precious sugar, Harley couldn’t have that, no. Or what if something worse happened- what if you were shot, and dyin’ in the streets, all while Harley was locked up in here unable to protect you? What if you were trapped in the old abandoned well, crying out for someone to come save you, only for no one to be there because Harley was locked up in here? No, no, no. Harley couldn’t have that, she couldn’t lose you. 

Breaking out of Arkham was easy- she had done it before plenty of times. Finding your house was even easier, of course she knew where you lived, as though she didn’t know everything about her precious sugar. She found you lying in bed, sleeping through a horrible fever. Harley breathed a sigh of relief- you were okay, you were safe. She climbed through your window, watching you as you slept. You were perfect, ya know that? And finally, finally she was right here by your side. She reached out her hand- gently brushing up against your leg. So soft, so peaceful, so perfect.

You woke up, your mind a bit foggy due to your sickness, with a psycho clown wrapped around you. She held your body tightly, her head resting on your chest. 

“Harley?” you asked. 

“Yes, sugar?”

“What are you doing in my house”?

“Aw, just lying next to my sweet sugar.”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t you be back at Arkham?” 

“Yeah, but I like it here, with you.” She nuzzled against your chest, squeezing you tighter into her embrace.

It took a few minutes to notice the blood all over Harley- blood that she had smeared onto your own body. “Harley- what did you do?” you said, the shock stirring you from your fever induced haze.

“What I had to, darling. I needed you with me, safe and by my side.”

“But you can’t kill people, Harley!”

“I’m sorry, sugar. I was just so scared, lots of bad people are out there in Gotham. Anything could happen to ya, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt or dyin’ on me, so I had to come out and keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you, trust me. I love you so much, sugar. So, so much.”

[echantedtoon]

In The Moon's Shadow (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch7 To Which The Emotions Uncoil

(IMPORTANT EDIT FOR THE STORY PLEASE READ: I have a real treat for everyone. After this chapter I will be working on the next few chapters at once since honestly..most of them are already done. Which means that the next three or four chapters will be posted at once. Stay tuned for when they arrive.

This will mostly be from Kokushibo's P.O.V. and spand over about a month.)

The sounds of the peaceful town was delightful to his ears. After dealing with the annoyance of his city and dealing with months of death littered battle fields, a place like this was perfect for a break in the schedules. Like the last time he came to this town he settled down in the cabin in the woods near the exit of the village. The place like Y/n said was indeed abandoned. No one had lived in it for quite some time judging by all the dust and cobwebs settled into the walls. But that's fine. The home was still in decent shape and it sheltered him from the weather outside. So it would suffice. He's had worse living conditions before. 

Things were going well.

His mother would be pleased with her gifts. Yoriichi would no doubt be married like he wanted, after all he already had their mother's blessing and even if their father disagreed with the entire situation, he had a single soft place for his wife. As long as she was so ill and fragile, their father wouldn't dare argue with anything that could possibly cause her stress. So more likely than not, Yoriichi would be able to fulfill his dreams. The peace talks although delayed looked promising and once his father was able to set a time to talk, perhaps this long useless war would finally end. News was that the head of the Kibutsuji Clan was ill and this might not survive until the end of this year which would leave his son, Muzan if he remembered the name right, the one who would take over. Rumor also had it that they were also tired of fighting so perhaps it will also finally stop.

Then he could finally go home for some well deserved rest.

Then perhaps he could finally focus on the duties he's been neglecting for so long. Being ready to take his father's place in the future. Taking over the care of his mother since his brother hasn't been listening to the doctors and making her rest. Finally get his territory back in order. Do something about the resource issue. Build his troops back up to standards.

But most importantly become married. 

His prospective marriage was put to the side as soon as this war started three years ago now. Only a small handful of noble women and women whom his father considered to be high enough status had been brought to him (four to be exact) and none of the four women were anything he found any interest in. The first had been rather beautiful, but she had been rather vain and spoiled only ogling him and not so subtly seducing him or trying to just for his status. He dismissed her immediately. They were terrible traits in a wife, and a mother. The next two barely spoke at all and all they did was cower before him. Fear was bad traits to pass down to his heirs and he was tired of them not looking his in the eyes as he spoke. The fourth was actually not too bad. Nice and polite and managed to at least look at him when he spoke...but she was too naive. She literally didn't even get the fact he was a demon until he literally pointed it out to her. Ugh. He still remembered the moment she asked him.

"Why do you have six eyes? Is it a new medical condition?"

".... I'm a demon."

"No. Really?! I never would've known! You hide it so well!"

"....."

His children were absolutely NOT going to have...THAT as a mother. He was supposed to meet another woman but shortly after his land was overtaken in the far east where most of the valuable resources like meats and weaponry came from. It was almost a blow to their entire territory.. Almost. But he'd soon be meeting them again once this war ended. He'd find a woman who'd bring dignity and pass down strong traits to his children. Someone-

Someone who could be firm but calm. Doesn't treat him like a lesser being because of a single difference. Someone who worked hard and someone who had turquoise...eyes..

....oh ....

 OH NO-

He was always quick to vanquish those thoughts from his mind. The sparking turquoise. He was only fascinated by the color. It was a rare color. One he hadn't seen before on anyone else. Man or woman. He just needed to get his head straight and focus on what was important. Which was his mother and then getting back to his post, which meant that he couldn't let obstacles get in his way. The girl needed to work. Her wench of a boss was in the way of delaying her work. Therefore logically the best course of action to ensure her best working pace would eliminate the obstacle in her way to eliminate the bigger obstacle in his way. Yes. That was the only reason why he threatened the old woman into treating her normally again. Surely. The old woman would think twice now before causing such headaches for her-..HIM and stop especially when he was around. 

But to be sure he walked past the shop a few times to check on her the first week....HER PROGRESS. To check on her progress.

A quick peek through the window of the door they left open due to the summer warmth, had confirmed his theory. Everytime he gave a quick look, she always saw her sitting peacefully at the table with one of the six candles and a small metal pencil like tool working on carving into the wax. Her peaceful face and calm smile reassured him that everything was fine. At one visit the old bat caught sight of him looking through the door from across the street. Her face paled and as fast as her old legs could carry her, she ran for the back. Her sudden movements caught the attention of the working woman who's head turned to watch her boss flee before she then turned to peer out the door. Their eyes made contact. She smiled brightly at him and waved. ...He quickly turned his head and walked away. It'd be best if he didn't distract her from her work.

He did not bother coming by the second week. She'd be fine anyways. He'd be busying himself with training in the meantime and hunting for food. The forest nearby did have a few nice fat pheasants, and a decent fishing hole. If only the fields up east were this plentiful with food...Too bad this wasn't Tsugikuni territory. Hmm. That's a thought. He'd bring up the idea of claiming this part of land to his father later, after all there was a lot of beautiful-... BOUNTIFUL things here. It could aid their resources until they stabilized. However the home he was currently staying at would hold a surprise for him once he returned. He senses the second presence within the home's walls before he even got close enough to the the door. 

Now who would be foolish enough to trespass in his temporary home?

The wild pheasant from his hunt was dropped to his feet with a thud. A hand gripping the hilt of a weapon. A woman's shriek echoed throughout the home as the door was quickly slammed open weapon aimed and raised. ... But then was lowered.

Turquoise eyes met six red and yellow ones.

"My prediction about you being troublesome proceeds itself." The long sword was slowly returned to its sheath with a small click. This woman was no threat. Even if she was very troublesome as stated before. "How do we keep meeting in the most inconvenient of ways?"

Large sparkling turquoise eyes blinked up at him from the floor. It was a woman. The same woman who was SUPPOSED to be working like he paid her to do, and yet here she was. On her knees with a scrub brush in her hands and a bucket of water next to her, near her also against the wall was a broom and a few other things too. 

"What is your purpose here?"

"I-..I came to deliver a few things to you but you weren't here," she slowly spoke.

"Clearly I wasn't. What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm cleaning." She blinked at him like it should've been obvious to him. 

"I can see that. Why?"

"Because I don't think it's fair for you to live in such conditions."...He slowly blinked. "This place was pretty filthy when I came inside. There wasn't anyone around so I..." Her gaze turned to the side and a hand shyly fiddled with the scrub brush in her hands. "I figured it was the least I could do after all your help. No one deserves to be forced to live in a dirty home."

The demon did not say anything but looked around the home. The cobwebs and dust was gone. What little furniture the previous owner left behind looked cleaned. And by the looks of her, she was almost done with the floor. 

A sigh escaped his lips. "I did not ask you to do this."

"I know but I wanted to. No one made me. Just let me finish up and I'll show you what I brought with me."

He only sighed and reached out to pluck the pheasant back off the ground. "Very well. But next time I would like to be notified of your visit to me beforehand."

She chuckled. "Fair enough."

He sat to the side patiently watching as she finished with what she was doing before tossing the bucket of water out and then returned to him with a smile. "I'm so happy you're back! I think you'll like what I brought you." He remained silent but watched as she brought over a few things. A pillow and a semi thick blanket being the first things handed to him. "Here. I have extras. It'll be better than sleeping on the hard floor." He silently took them from her lightly surprised. "Here. I also made you some food. I figured you might be hungry."

A rather large bento box was also given to him. Upon opening it, he found a rather decent amount of cooked rice and a meat and vegetable dish he hadn't seen before but it all certainly was home made. He just..stared at all of this unsure of how to feel about it but she wasn't done gifting him things. She also gifted him some soap for use during his stay there and lastly-

"I also brought a few candles I finished."

Already? It's only been almost two full weeks yet she was done with a few? He silently continued watching as she reached into a pocket sewn into her kimono and brought out two of the candles he had requested. The other things were pushed to the side so he could slowly take the two finished ones from her soft hands.  It was the blueberry scented one and the pink one that smelt like cherry blossoms. Each one had detailed work carved all around their surface. Rolling clouds floating across a blue waxy sky while their neighbor occupied Sakura flowers blooming so fiercely that he felt any moment real petals would come falling off their stems. Sparkling eyes watched anxiously as they were turned in his hands as six eyes carefully examined them.

"I-I started on a third. The design is simple so I'll quickly be done with another. ...Do you like them?"

He remained silent and still before a sigh left through his nose. "These are both acceptable." He nodded. "They'll do." She smiled brightly at him making him tighten his grip on the candles slightly. "How is your hand?" She blink. His head turned down to her hand. It was still bandaged so he couldn't tell how bad the wound was. But her eyes went even more wide as he reached out to gently grab it with surprising gentleness pulling it up to his eyes. "Is there any pain?"

Her eyes blinked before her face lit up a light pink. "Oh. It's healing W-Well." She gently pulled her hand away and he stays still.. slowly closing from the lack of warmth from her soft skin. "T-There's not really too much pain." Her eyes shyly looked away. "It just stings every so often."

"That's good. I trust you haven't had trouble from that man then?"

"Sabo?" Her pretty smile scrunched into a frown. "Thankfully no. He hasn't been around since you told him off, but it is curious. My boss seems to have changed her mind about my punishment."

"I suppose she's not stubborn enough to keep up the bluff...You should return back and finish the task I entrusted to you."

She had left soon after and he was left to stare at everything before him. The food, the sheets, the clean living space-...Is this what came with being taken cared of? Well he supposed that he was always taken cared of this way. The maids always took care of everything he needed and the cooks always provided him with food at a snap of his fingers. Or in more recent years he's resorted to hunting and forging for food during these last three years because of the war and slept  wherever convenient. If he was lucky he'd be able to sleep on a soft patch of grass with a rolled up animal hide for a pillow. He never complained about it. He never saw the point of complaining, it wouldn't change a thing and only make him look like a fool. Everything was always either handed to him without question by his birth right or he had to struggle to obtain himself. 

....It was unheard of for someone to choose to do this for him.

Yet...she did. She chose to cook for him. To clean for him. To care for him. He supposed it was just all out of thanks for helping her even if he did it unintentionally. The candles were placed to the side. The food smelt..good. Chopsticks were used to shove into the dish and slowly raised it too a fang filled maw before it disappeared within. It tasted..good.  AMAZING. Perhaps it was only because he hadn't really had a home cooked meal for almost three years between the battlefield and home but it did taste delicious. Especially the vegetables and boiled beef. It was covered in spices and some kind of sauce he was unfamiliar with but he did enjoy it after eating plain roasted animals. ... Perhaps he should get her to cook the pheasant? No, no. She was already busy and he couldn't have anymore delays. He was already testing his father's patience with fulfilling his mother's request. A blanket was unfurled with a whoosh sounds..it was very soft and so doubt would keep someone warm. Spread onto the cleaned floor it went followed by a pillow just thrown down, and a body slowly sinking into it's soft surface. The pillow dipping to accommodate the head laid across it's surface. Six eyes stared at the ceiling free of cobwebs now.  It had been so long since his body had the comfort of something soft to rest on. 

It would be a nice change of pace.

Perhaps if she didn't have anything tying her down here or was married by the time the war was over, he should offer her a job as a maid in his estate. She'd certainly be a good addition to the staff. Hard working, focused, kind, caring, responsible, actually spoke to him as a person- Hmm. Or maybe she'd fit in better with the cooks? She could certainly make a good home cooked lunch. He could make her his own personal cook. Or maybe he'd make her his mother's personal maid. If she was able to care for that old wench so well then surely she'd care for his own mother better.

Or maybe...she could be his own aid.

Eyes closed banishing the thoughts from his mind. Turning his head to the left facing the empty old fireplace. He already had a few maids assigned to care for his room while he was gone to was. He didn't need another. Besides all of these were only based on a what if scenario if he actually decided to extend a job offer to her and only if she said yes. There was also plenty of other candidates that could make a better maid or cook than a woman he's only known for less than a year. There wasn't even any jobs that needed women in his estate other than a maid or cook..

Except for being a concubine.

The very thought of him having one disgusted him. He didn't see the point of having an endless amount of women annoyingly bothering him or trying to seduce him when he just wanted to get things done or have some alone time. It was too much hassle for something he didn't even need. However his father had suggested the idea of just having one for if nothing else just to bare an heir for him. He supposed it was a solution for his bloodline and would save him the hassle of finding a wife, but even so he'd need to find one that'd be a suitable mother so in the end it didn't solve anything other than he didn't have to marry her. He hadn't found any woman suitable for a concubine let alone a wife. What woman would do?

A brief picture of his ideal woman passed in his mind. A woman who smiled at him with wide sparkly turquoise eyes, draped in beautiful silks matching her beautiful soft eyes, her body adorned in the finest jewelry, her silky hair framing her gentle face, and soft lips letting giggles escape as she gave him a shy look with a smile gently holding his hand-

 CRASH-

He sat up panting, heaving for air. A nearby vase was sent flying across the home making contact with the wall from a throw, leaving spiderweb cracks in the wood and clay pieces all over the once clean floor. His eyes blinked one by one as he stared at the mess, only now becoming aware that his free hand had sunk into the wooden floor splintering it. Silence sank in the longer the demon sat there slowly processing his situation and what had just happened...A slow exhale left his mouth before a hand rubbed at his face.

"Troublesome woman. AWAY WITH YOU FROM MY THOUGHTS!!"

Gods was he this starved from any real affection that his mind is plauging himself with impossible scenarios with the first lady that showed him decency?! Sigh. Alright. First order of business after the war...Find a wife. He wouldn't allow himself to drag himself down to the level of a degenerate!! He decided to occupy his thoughts by going out and harshly training himself for the rest of the day to cleanse his thoughts. 

He decided to visit her again at work about halfway through the third week. Not because he was concerned about anything, but he was genuinely curious if she had finished anymore of his mother's candles. The door was still left open considering the extremely warm summer weather, and sure enough he saw her sitting there in her usually spot but no signs of her boss anywhere. Good. A rest for the ears.

She didn't notice him standing in the doorway at first until his shadow fell over her making her pause and snap a look over her shoulder... before smiling. "Well hello! I wasn't expecting you to come here today. Are you in need of anything?"

His head slowly shook no. "No. I simply came to see your progress. The timeline you gave me is almost over."

She smiled brightly at him and gestured to two candles set to the side. "I have two others finished and a third one nearly done. If you'd like to see them, you may."

He was already reaching out for them before she even finished her sentence. She did pause though when he leaned over her to grab both in one hand, his soft bangs brushing against her cheek briefly before leaning back up to inspect the two candles set in his hand. It was the green mint smelling one and the darker blue one that smelt like his mother's violets. Vines reached out and swirled within the mint's surface blooming realistic looking leaves. Waves rolled and crashed throughout the blue ocean in his palms. Beautiful work. 

A hum left the demon. "These are also acceptable. I will take them."

She smiled wider. "I'm glad you like them! I will admit, carving waves wasn't easy as I'd never done it before but I think I managed really well."

He hummed looking at the candles in his hands before glancing back to her hands. Her hand was still bandaged and it it was the peach scented candle. On it's surface was half a beautiful dove mid flight on its curved cylinder surface. This one probably wouldn't take too long for her to finish as it was a single picture instead of patterns all around it's sides. She started back onto it despite him still standing there watching. She seemed at ease despite the looming demon casting a shadow over her. Curious.

"...May I watch you work?"

She looked up at him surprised but soon smiled calmly. "Of course. I don't mind." Her eyes followed him as he slowly walked and chose to sit down to her right. He was still wearing that hat and moved his bangs to help hide his face. "Are you hungry? I made a pie earlier today."

"I do not want to interrupt your work only observe."

She was already getting up placing her tools down. "It's not a problem. Wait here and I'll be right back."

She left before he could even protest, blinking at her retreating form before a sigh escaped his throat with a shake of his head. She didn't have to and shouldn't have bothered but she did anyways. Ten minutes later she returned and placed both a warm red berry pie in front of him and a cup of hot tea with a smile.

"Here. You're probably hungry just walking around town waiting for me to finish."

"I busy myself by training constantly. Meditation also helps pass time." 

He slowly picked up two chopsticks and the plate that was given to him. Hmm. Smelt good. When was the last time he had a pie?  He gave it another smell, determined that it was fine to eat, and then just took the tools left to him to chop off a piece to lift to his mouth. The taste of sweet cooked berries, sugar, and the crunchiness of the crust filled his senses. All six eyes widened.

It was delicious.

His mouth despite his usual control watered as fangs chewed and swallowed.

"I hope it's alright. I haven't baked a pie in a while so it might not be as-"

She blinked as despite his usual composure and control, he dug into the delicious food. Bite after bite was had. When the sweet pie was already long disappeared into his stomach, it seemed to finally dawn on him on how rude he might've looked, he looked at her with slight embarrassment in his eyes about ready to apologize for his manners. To his surprise she was giggling holding a hand to her cheek.

"Well I never suspected someone would like my cooking that well."

"My apologies. I must've been more hungry than I realized. I'm ashamed of my rudeness-"

She waved him off. "It's alright. Eat slowly next time. You have a bit of berry on your face."

The demon blinked and raised an arm to clean off the wrong side of his mouth. The girl giggled again and just reached into her kimono pocket to pull out a napkin. He rubbed the side of his face and looked at his sleeve annoyed that nothing came off his face but paused when he felt something soft pressed against the other side of his mouth.  The demon's eyes stared into turquoise ones, and he felt something stirring within his chest. 

"There." He still didn't move as the plate was taken away with a smile. "If that's the case I'll get you another piece. There's plenty enough." She left again and two minutes later came back to him sipping on the tea she gave him. "Here." She said sliding the second piece in front of him.

He nodded. "I thank you. Forgive me for my behavior earlier. It shall not happen again."

"It's alright. By how fast you ate, it looks like you never had a pie before."

"I assure you I have. It has just been a while. Almost three years now."

She blinked. "That was about as long as the war lasted." Her eyes again glanced at his katana before she slowly sat down. "...Does that mean you fight in the war?"

He was quiet for a long moment before the cup was placed down and he again picked up the plate. "Yes but I don't like to discuss it with those who are not involved and who are innocent. It could only bring trouble...I would appreciate you do not tell anyone of this either."

She immediately nodded her head. It wasn't any of her business what he does and it doesn't involve her plus it wasn't her place to pry into his private life. They were acquaintances at best, and customer and employee first. Her hands silently picked up the candle again. Silence resumed for a while as he silently ate and she carved away on the candle. Eventually he took a moment to look at her.

"The owner is not here. Where is she?'

"My boss went to help her daughter-in-law with cleaning out her son's house today. So it's just me and you right now."

"Hmm. And has THAT man returned to bother you at all?"

"You mean Sabo?" His grip slightly hardened on the chopsticks. "No. He hasn't been back since you told him off thank the gods."

He relaxed. "Good... However I am curious on one thing. How did you come to work here?"

"My boss needed someone to help around her shop so she took me as an apprentice when I was a teenager and taught me how to make soaps and candles although she definitely has a knack for me being her maid too, but I would still rather work here than around drunk men at the inn. What about you?" Her eyes briefly glanced at him as she worked. "Why did you become a samurai?"

"It is an honorable family tradition passed down. I take pride in my path in life."

"You certainly seem to have the skill for it. How did you come to fight in the war?"

"Family duty. How did you come to carve?"

"I wanted to be a woodcarver but there wasn't any real opportunities for me to do that. I discovered that wax and soap was way softer than wood and I thought it would be good to practice carving on them so I can one day be a carver. It was just a hobby really but my boss noticed and she thought it would be a good addition to the store."

He completely stopped. "SHE thought it would be a good addition? So she didn't ask you if you were comfortable with doing it professionally?"

"No...Not really but I don't complain about it. It's still fun to do."

Disgusting greedy wench! If it was up to him, he'd arrest her entire bloodline! Unfortunately he needed to keep his cover and this wasn't his territory...Hmm. Asking his father to claim this territory sounded more tempting to him by the minute. 

"I see..How is that candle coming along?"

She smiled again as she kept working. "I'm almost finished with it then I'll only have one last candle to carve for you."

"Perfect."

By the end of the day he walked out with three more candles finished and a small wrapped up pie she insisted he take with him to eat later. She just had one last candle to carve and then he'd be able to get back to his mother. She also seemed to be finishing a few days earlier than expected so he'll be able to leave sooner than later. On the last week of the month long time line she gave, he was meditating. Meditating with a head clear of thoughts until something knocked on his door. Six eyes snapped open. A hand instantly grabbing his weapon as his head snapped to the door.

"Kokushibo?," a woman's voice called from the other side. "It's me. May I come inside?"

...His form relaxed. Oh. What a troublesome woman. "You may enter."

The sliding door went open and the turquoise eyed woman stepped inside. In her hands was a small cloth bag and a pure white candle. "I finished so I thought I would come give it-"..She paused. Blinked. Before her face lit up a red and she looked away instantly. "W-W-WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?!"

His brow rose. "Because it is summer and very hot. I prefer to meditate without sweating. I'm not indecent."

"P-PUT IT BACK ON PL-PLEASE!!," She squeaked out flustered at the sight of his toned upper body visible.

An amused huff left his throat before he reached for the discarded haori coat. "I assume you are completely finished?" She nodded still looking away. "Excellent." 

The coat was tied around him quickly as he stood up and walked over to her. She shyly looked up at him and seemed relieved to see him fully covered again. The rosiness of her cheeks were soft compared to her sparkling eyes and the shy stance she took looked so-

B E A U T I F U L

He shook his head. "Let me see the candle." She handed it over without saying anything. The smell of sweet vanilla filled the air as he grabbed it and saw dancing snowflakes across it's surface. "...This is acceptable. Your obligation to me is done...What is in the bag?"

She cleared her throat. "W-Well, I heard you were leaving as soon as I finished everything so I brought you something to eat before you left." She handed over the bag to him. "It's a few baked sweet potatoes. You can eat them here or while traveling."

He took the bag from her and brought it close to his face. Indeed he was able to smell the food she described. "Hmm...These will also be acceptable. I thank you."

"Oh it was no problem." She smiled sweetly as a fluttering noise erupted behind him. Something black stopping on a window. "I was more than happy t-"

 CAW!!

She squealed out and whirled around. He calmly turned his head behind him. Perched on an open window sill was a complete black bird with a purple ribbon around its next. It tilted its head at him before opening its wings and flapping them.

 CAW!!

It shrieked again at them making her blink. "A raven?"

"Messenger crow," he corrected. His mother's personal messenger crow. And around her leg was a decently sized note rolled. "Hello, Ebony." He placed the objects in his hands down before walking over to her. He reached out and the crow happily let him scratch her neck. "Were you bringing me a message? What a good girl you are." The crow ruffled her feathers pleased and held still as he untied the message from her leg.

"Oh she's beautiful." The woman next to him smiled at the bird. Ebony puffed up ruffling her feathers more in pride. "May I pet her?"

"Certainly. Hold out your hand. If she doesn't move, then she's allowing you to touch her." He pulled the message away and unfurled it. "If she backs away, leave her be."

He didn't pay attention to her as she reached out to pet the crow...nor did he notice when the crow suddenly hopped onto her shoulder. His eyes scanned the message his mother sent and-...Oh no.  This was not any kind of good news. As he suspected, the peace talks did NOT go well. His father wanted him back as soon as possible. Yoriichi was also taking the opportunity with his father absent and marrying Uta at the end of summer. This message was also a formal invitation for his brother's wedding ceremony...Which he won't be able to attend because of his father's demands to come back and help him with the next upcoming battle. 

....It would be improper to not at least give Yoriichi a wedding gift unless he wanted rumors to spread.

He looked back up but..blinked seeing Ebony perched on top of the woman's shoulder. She was happily thrumming as the woman gently stroked her head. "She's very friendly isn't she?"

"Not .. usually. I've only ever seen her let two other people besides myself hold her like that." Which was his mother and Yoriichi.

She giggled. "Then I feel honored to be in her good graces." She looked back to him. "What did the letter say?"

"..My brother is getting married soon."

"Oh. What does that mean?" 

"It means I have one more job for you before I leave."

[heliads]

The Sacrifice, Foreseen

Based on this request: "Strange x Reader: The reader offers to do the snap instead of Tony because she has the same powers at Carol and thinks she could do it. Strange thinks it’s a crazy idea and gets protective of her"

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Stephen Strange hasn’t been out of his trance for five minutes before you suspect that something is up. Technically, anyone could think that upon seeing him; the man is twitchy, restless, so utterly out of his mind that it would take someone truly sightless to not realize that there was a problem. All the same, you’re the only one who seems to think that there’s a problem.

Everyone else is excused from this lapse in their judgment by the distraction brought by Stephen’s trance. He had used his gifts as the Sorcerer Supreme to look into countless futures and see what chances the universe’s greatest heroes had at stopping Thanos. Fourteen million six hundred and five possibilities he saw, and your allies only won in one.

Needless to say, it’s enough to divert focus from even the most fortified minds. Tony Stark is pacing back and forth on the dusty surface of this ruined planet, trying to come up with some sort of plan the way he always does. Even now, though, anyone can tell that it seems pointless. How do you beat such terrible odds?

You alone see Stephen’s strife. That could be due to your own depth of concern, or just a lack of worry for anything else except him. You’ve been in love with Stephen Strange since you met him a couple of years ago; how could you ever see anything else but him?

Perhaps it’s Stephen’s traveling through futures that inspires you to look to the past. The rush of memories is familiar, reminding you of just how everything went down to bring you to this very moment. You had been one of the first recruits to the Avengers, all thanks to your inhuman ability to conjure bolts of energy and wield them at will. Director Fury had said that it reminded him of a good friend of his, Captain Marvel, and so your position on the team was settled.

Once a certain Doctor Strange started making waves within the more mystical side of earth-saving heroes, Fury had mentioned to you that it would be nice if someone could talk to the guy, figure out his deal. It was strictly off the books, of course, because the less S.H.I.E.L.D. had to get involved with magic, the better. Still, you showed up at the New York Sanctum as asked.

That ended up being one of the best coincidences of your life. It’s also how you ended up meeting Stephen two years before the sorcerer ever appeared out of a portal to talk to Bruce Banner and Tony Stark. Your meeting with him was conducted on much more pleasant terms, and the two of you actually ended up hitting it off.

It’s rare that someone can get through Stephen’s prickly personality to actually make him laugh in earnest, as repeated to you time and time again by Wong. Thus, Stephen knew from that first meeting alone that you were someone he wanted to keep around. The two of you met up again about a week later for coffee and a consortium on extraterrestrial threats, and just like that, he was one of your favorite people to ever walk the earth.

You and Stephen have been dating for quite a while now, and you couldn’t be more glad to have him by your side. The bond between you means that you can count on someone to watch your back in the toughest of fights, even ones like this, when the odds of losing are so impossibly high that it’s hard to stay motivated.

Maybe you don’t want to think about how hard it’s going to be to defeat Thanos. Maybe that’s why you’re distracted from the team planning session on Kicking a Mad Titan’s Ass 101 and instead feel your gaze lock on Stephen, still a ways away from the rest of the group.

You cross the dusty surface of Titan to reach him. He’s standing up, but leaning against the surface of a jagged rock face. He smiles when he sees you, but something in it is tired, as if even this barest effort is too much for even the Sorcerer Supreme to bear.

You arch a brow at his condition. “Everything alright?”

Stephen lifts a shoulder. “Well, I didn’t quite get to my meditation this morning due to a Hulk smashing through the roof of the Sanctum, so things aren’t exactly proceeding as I’d like.”

You smile, as required, but it slips from you soon enough. “What’s wrong, Stephen? You have to believe that I know you too well to think that nothing is the matter.”

Stephen sighs. “Like I said, I looked into every possible future to see how many we would win. The odds are obviously terrible, but even in the one option we win, the road to success is incredibly difficult. The cost is high.”

“The cost of losing is even higher,” you respond, “and at this point, we don’t have many other choices. Do you end up surviving in the one possibility where we win?”

Stephen nods mechanically. “Yes, but others don’t.”

You contemplate this. “Do we have to worry about anything in the immediate battle?”

“Not in the long run,” he grimaces, “but it’s going to be weird. I can’t say too much right now without giving it away, but yes, this battle is going to be alright. Things should work themselves out.”

You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “Then we’ll be alright. Everything else can be handled later, okay? Let’s just work this out right now.”

Stephen is silent for a few moments, and when he finally manages to start speaking again, his voice is hesitant and quiet. “Alright, then. Let’s do this.”

Despite his supposed confidence, you can tell that he’s still holding himself back somehow, as if he doesn’t quite believe what he’s saying. Maybe you don’t have to worry about the consequences of the fight at hand, but you’re certain that there’s something he isn’t telling you. At some point, things will get worse, and that’s when Stephen will really start to worry.

Based on that conversation alone, you thought you knew enough to expect what would happen. Still, losing the Time Stone to Thanos and consequently being snapped away to ash wasn’t exactly in line with your beliefs. The surprise of it is enough to make you regard Stephen with more than a little irritation when you’re finally snapped back.

He’s standing above you, back on Titan. Around you, the Guardians are starting to reappear. As you were dusted, you had fallen to the ground, and Stephen extends a hand to you now, ready to help you up.

You take his offer of aid, of course, but that doesn’t stop you from tossing him a playful glare. “You know, when you said that nothing bad would happen in this fight, I didn’t realize that would mean everyone would turn to dust.”

Stephen raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t tell me your standards for what was considered bad were so high. Make sure to tell me next time.”

He’s smiling, though, and that certainly counts for something. The moment of happiness stretches for a blessed moment, then breaks like a bubble as Stephen seems to remember what has to come next.

Whatever fears are currently wracking Stephen’s brain, though, he keeps to himself until everyone has been portaled to the battlefield. You think it takes place somewhere on earth, maybe even near the Avengers complex, but the surrounding landscape has been blown so to bits that it’s impossible to make out any other details.

What you can see is that the fight at hand won’t be easy, and that Thanos has himself an army of thousands of soldiers all ready for blood. However, Stephen, Wong, and the other Masters of the Mystic Arts were able to summon up a fair amount of fighters as well. This is where it all goes down, right? This is how you win. This is the future that Stephen saw.

The war starts with a thundering of battle cries, and just like that, you’re plunged into combat. You’re separated from Stephen in the beginning, although you’re able to make your way over to him along with a few other Avengers as soon as you can.

Steve Rogers shouts to him over the melee. “What’s the plan? We can’t keep this up forever.”

Stephen shakes his head, opening up a portal around the neck of one of Thanos’ foot soldiers just to snap it shut with an executioner’s flourish. “We won’t have to. Someone needs to get the Infinity Gauntlet so we can snap away Thanos’ army. The only problem is keeping it and the Stones away from Thanos. Also, we need someone who can actually survive the power of doing the snap.”

Steve hurls his shield at a horde of alien fighters. It comes back to him after a pause, splattered with dark blood. He wipes it off on the ground before sending it once more into the thick of the fighting.

“We had Banner do the snap to bring everyone back, but he can’t take that kind of force again. It’ll have to be somebody else.”

You look up and see Stephen’s eyes cloud momentarily with grief. It occurs to you that this must have been the cost he foresaw, the loss that made him regret even winning. The person to snap away Thanos’ army must have been someone who couldn’t take the power of the Infinity Stones, which means that you’ll need someone who can survive it. Someone like–

Someone like you.

A wave of cold fear descends over you, but when you speak, your voice is steady. “I’ll do it.”

Steve and Stephen turn to stare at you in unison. “What?” Stephen asks, his eyes wide.

“I’ll do it,” you repeat, “My powers make me strong. I can take it. I know I can.”

Steve is nodding, but Stephen looks far less happy about the idea. “Absolutely not,” he says, “We have no idea if you’ll live. It’s not worth the risk.”

You laugh bitterly, the sound enveloped in the cries and shouts of the battlefield. “Of course it is, Stephen. If it saves all of us, it’ll be more than worth it.”

“Not to me,” Stephen responds, face tight with worry.

Steve looks between the two of you, evidently picking up on the existing tension. “It’s your call, Y/N,” he says simply, “Don’t feel as if anyone expects you to do this. I have no doubt that we can find someone else who can. There are enough enhanced individuals on our side to more than make up for it.”

A bolt of enemy fire distracts him, and Steve dashes off in the direction of the gunman. You and Stephen are left alone to debate the merits of your intended sacrifice.

“I’m not letting you do this,” Stephen says through gritted teeth, “I’m not taking the risk of losing you. I know who’s supposed to do this, and his death is terrible, but at least it isn’t you. I can’t take losing you, Y/N. You know that. Don’t do this to me.”

You smile sadly at him. “And I can’t take losing you. If I force somebody else to snap away Thanos’ forces, the battle could rage on long enough for you to die. This is my choice, Stephen. I’m going to save all of us.”

Stephen’s face contorts in worry. “Absolutely not. Don’t you even–”

You cut him off mid sentence. “I love you, Stephen. Always. If this doesn’t work, I want you to know that.”

Stephen reaches out a hand to stop you, but before he can do anything, you take off into the sky, leaving him far behind you as you fly away. You spot the Infinity Gauntlet within a few minutes of searching, carried by Peter Parker as he frantically races away from impending doom. You scorch the alien forces around him through your energy blasts, and land next to him.

Peter looks up at you gratefully. “Thanks for the save,” he says, “I was getting worried there for a minute. Your powers are super cool, by the way.”

You laugh. “Thanks, Parker. Mind if I borrow that from you?”

Peter hands over the Gauntlet without a second’s hesitation. “No problem. What are you going to do with it?”

You exhale slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m going to save us, Peter. I’m ending this.”

Peter’s eyes widen when he realizes what you’re going to do, especially so when Stephen opens up a portal next to you and rushes to you. Before he can reach you, you tug the Infinity Gauntlet over your hand, and let out an involuntary gasp as the power of the Stones flows through you.

Stephen holds out a hand pleadingly. “Don’t do this, Y/N. Please.”

You give him one last smile, just in case he’s right and this doesn’t work. “It’s alright, Stephen. This is the best way I could have gone out.”

A single tear drops from your eye, and before you can think about it a second longer, you snap your fingers. There is a roar in your ears like a hurricane, and then you can think about nothing else at all.

Consciousness comes to you slowly, running in rivulets down your eyes like blood. It takes quite some time for you to be able to register what you’re seeing, or why the face in front of you would look so worried.

Stephen. The person in front of you is Stephen, and he’s kneeling on the ground in front of you. You’ve been propped up against the wreck of a rock formation, you think, and your arms hang listlessly by your side. The pain will hit at some point, you’re sure of that, but for now everything is blissfully still.

“Did it work?” The question is hard to force out of your cracked lips, but Stephen is able to decipher meaning from your whisper.

He nods. “They’re gone, Y/N. You did it.”

You smile, making more blood run down your face. “Good.”

A breath forces itself out of your lungs, jump starting your heart. After that, living is a little easier to do, and you’re able to sit up. The second Stephen realizes that you’re going to be alright, he seems to crumple with relief, and he pulls you into his arms.

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?” He says. “I can’t take something like that again.”

You smile against his shoulder. “Not planning on it, trust me.”

From there, you know you’ll be okay. The world will learn to pick up the pieces soon enough, and you’ll have your time to recover, Stephen by your side all the while. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

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[doctorharper]

Ah ah, you’ve got it wrong again, Doctor. Surely you wouldn’t possibly forget your favorite patient, no? The one you’ve brought at the asylum, the reason why I ended up in that place to begin with. Who do you think is at fault here? Don’t tell me you forgot about everything, about your hand busy fisting your cock beneath the desk whenever you asked me questions. As if I wouldn’t notice. To your shaky breaths, clammy hands and hungry gaze behind those glasses. You’re not very subtle for a professional.

Do you think forgetting about your actions might erase your sins, Doctor?

[So his original assumption had been wrong, and this mysterious person actually had been a patient at the asylum before. ‘Favourite patient’, they say... honestly, it didn’t help much with uncovering the real identity of this person, because it was difficult to label anyone in particular as his favourite. Additionally, the “treatment” that he gives to people in the asylum is roughly the same. Of course, the outcomes differed from person to person. Some were quite susceptible to it, while others were able to consistently defy through sheer force of will. Somewhat admirable in its own way, but that didn’t make it any less irritating.]

[That makes it a bit of a problem for Harper, because there have been multiple people that had been subject to this sort of treatment from him. He just gets the occasional fixation on certain people from time to time — it starts with little things about them which just seem to naturally pique his interests at first. And it simply grows from there. He only indulges himself when the setting is much more... private. But even then, he still exercises restraint.]

[’You’re not very subtle for a professional,’ Harper read. He clicks his tongue. He tries to keep himself professional most of the time. He’s got a reputation to uphold, after all. As a doctor, his position makes him appear to be a figure that’s reliable, something which is rare to come across in this town. In a place that’s home to freaks of all kinds, isn’t Harper so nice for being helpful? Of course, he does have his own... predilections, so to speak — he’s only human, after all. At the end of the day, he isn’t too different from the other degenerates that live here... but maybe he’ll take this comment as something to be a bit more mindful of. He can’t go giving himself away too obviously to more people.]

[The doctor again deletes the message. He isn’t quite ‘forgetting about his sins’ — but, like most people in town, he’s simply hiding them from the public eye.]

[matan4il]

I don't know if you watch Grey's Anatomy but in this week's episode (19x15), there's a kid who is a patient just when he was supposed to have his bar mitzvah, and so the doctors organize for him to be able to do it at the hospital. And he does it with his grandfather who hadn't been able to have one in Germany. It was really a nice scene :)

Awwww, Nonnie! Thank you for telling me! That sounds so sweet. I used to watch Grey's Anatomy, but i kind of had to stop. I loved Callie's storyline with Erica Hahn. I know, seems unpopular. She started out as a not-very-nice surgeon, but I liked it when they brought her back and allowed her to be more human. I liked that she became a multi-faceted character. And then when they were started to throw out hints about her and Callie? When they were doing the build up for them? Don't get me wrong, it was still NOT in the ballpark of hetero slow burns, I guess you could call it a 'mid burn', though it was still better than what most mlm couples get (with maybe the exception of Black Sails and Our Flag Means Death, at least of what I've seen). I was the eyes emoji. And then the show actually followed through, it ACTUALLY let them get together and kiss with the music swelling? :o I was in awe, I loved it, I was SO there for it. They even explored what it means for Erica to figure out she's gay later in life versus Callie exploring her bisexuality (I didn't always love how they went about Callie's bisexuality, but I did like that they let them each have her own discovery story).

And then they just... got rid of Erica? And in almost no time replaced her with Arizona? And it was so clear they were intent on telling a wlw story, which was awesome, but when the audience didn't react well enough to Erica, they just... got rid of her and brought in a younger, "softer" version of her, as if queer characters are that easily replaceable. I was offended. I LIKED having an older queer woman's story being told. And I get Erica didn't start out nice, but by the time her and Callie got together, I did like her. So it was hard for me to warm up to Arizona. And even when I kind of reluctantly accepted her, because hey, it's better than no queer rep for wlw, I ended up not liking a lot of what they did with Callie and Arizona. Like the way Callie gets pregnant. They had a ridiculous fight between her and Arizona, just so Callie wouldn't be technically cheating when she sleeps with Mark and gets pregnant, and then Arizona comes back and magically, all the stuff that drove her and Callie apart is not there anymore, and Arizona accepts the baby with relative ease, but it just became yet another storyline that doesn't show how MOST same sex parents ACTUALLY become parents. So IDK when exactly, but at some point around that time, I quit GA rather than quietly rage about how bad the wlw rep was IMO.

I want you just to understand what it means that you managed to make me wanna watch an ep of GA again! IDK, but I will. Thank you so much for telling me about that and just in case you're curious? There are actually a lot of real life stories like that! Holocaust survivors who get to make up for the bar and bat mitzvahs they were robbed off. Here's an example, there's a program that brings survivors annually to the Western Wall in Jerusalem to have their bar/bat mitzvah there! I find it very moving, because THEY are so clearly moved by what they get to do.

Have a great day, lovely! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

[chocolate-teapots]

Angel Face: Park Jimin

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                               You couldn’t just have one quiet day off. 

                               There’s always someone waiting to kill you.

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Warnings: sub Jimin, gang leader reader hah that rhymes, dirty dancing, swearing, alcohol, stalking, neck kissing, innuendo, guns, shooting, big time violence, graphic wounds, Jimin gets hard from you yelling at him. 

I think most people would agree that the best part of having a job was the days off. The days where you could just do nothing, forget all responsibilities adulting brought and veg out. Forget everything until it was time to get back to reality.

However, in the occasional circumstances where you were your job, there never really were such things as days off.

They'd follow you.

If a doctor saw someone collapse in the street or if a police officer saw someone fighting they couldn't simply walk away because they weren't being paid to help.

For my first day off in, believe it or not,  2 years I hit the town.

Well, a neutral town.

I pretended to be someone else.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for or what I'd find but sitting on the sidelines, gazing at the sweaty dancing bodies in amusement over the rim of my cocktail glass was enough. I didn't even think about joining.

Until I saw him.

His smooth fluid hips first caught my attention, pressing playfully against the men and women who threw themselves against him. His perfect pouty red lips grinned at them but I wasn't fooled. His confidence could throw you, he may seem like a funny little fuckboy but at a closer look at his fluffy blonde hair, perfect ass, flushed spotless cheeks and sleek clothes I knew he just wanted to be taken.

He was an Angel and a Demon at the same time.

It wasn't a surprise he caught my gaze since I was pretty taken with him and in response, he winked and blew me a kiss. I shook my head and finished my drink, turning to order another.

I nodded to Dohyun behind the bar and in less than ten seconds there was another Cosmopolitan right in front of me.

I nodded again in thanks and I reached into the bag I hung on the back of my stool for some money.

"Allow me."

I followed the honey-smooth voice to Angel Face from a couple of minutes ago leaning on the bar, smiling sweetly at me while sliding some cash over at the bar to cover both of our drinks.  

"Uh, that's not necessary," I say gratefully but push his money back towards him, feeling for the lump of notes I had in my bag if only something wasn't making it harder to find.

I find my own money and push it to Dohyun with a determined look.

"Maybe but I want to."

Angel Face pushes the one pile of money back towards me and the other to the barman who stood conflicted and looking back and forth at the money pushing like it was a tennis game. His voice was deep yet soft, whiny and smooth.

"Look, I said-"

"Actually," Dohyun cut in throwing a rag over his shoulder while mixing the guy's drink "I was informed that your drinks are on the house, Miss."

I eye him carefully, swallowing a little more saliva than usual. He eyes me the same, telling me with a single eyebrow hair that I had been spotted.

"So you can both keep your money. Enjoy," Dohyun slides both piles of money to their owners and turns away, leaving us both awkwardly with a mystery hanging in the air.

"I don't think I've ever had a woman buy a drink for me before," Angel Face leans against the counter, hugging the stem of his own cocktail with his fingers.

"Something tells me that's not quite true," I mutter, folding up my money neatly and putting it back in my purse.

"What do you mean by that?"

He's blushing.

"I think you know exactly what I mean," I stare right back at him, watching his mind spin with all the questions he wants to ask and mine with how many I wanted to answer.

As much as the flirty staring competition with Angel Face was filling up my evening quite nicely, I couldn't help but feel the unease of being watched, being noticed, being recognised. I couldn't help the way I dressed, carried myself and how others treated me but I thought maybe the neutral territory was enough.

I was obviously wrong.

"So, what brings you here tonight?"

The fact that a guy this beautiful that I wanted to absolutely ruin tonight was coming onto me was more than thrilling but it was fair to say I was a little occupied. My breath got stuck in my throat as I turned back to him and his pink lips that look like they'd been sucked on already.

"It's my night off," I smile politely, taking a sip and taking some more time to scan around the room.

I spotted two men over Angel Face's shoulder whispering to each other, occasionally glancing my way. I take another sip, laughing at whatever it was the gorgeous blonde said- or whatever I think he said.

"I see a lot of women here and-"

They were typical businessmen in after 7 pm attire; lazy shirt, lazy trousers, lazy suit, lazy scotch, lazy smile. They blended in pretty nicely but also stuck out pretty well too. While the casual guy leaning on the table distracted from suspicion, the other had a suspicious bulge in his waistband that was painfully visible through his jacket.

"-alone you know?"

So painfully visible it was almost... too obvious.

"Huh?" I ask, cutting into reality again and feeling pretty bad for not realising this guy was still talking. "I'm so sorry. You were saying?"

He smiles, not seeming to take any offence that I wasn't listening to a single word he was saying. What was even funnier is that I don't think he cared. He was just as set on having me as I was on having him and I think it was mainly because I was too busy checking out the suspicious to throw myself at him.

"I was saying how usually when a woman is alone at a-"

Again, he blurs.

The gentlemen glance at me again and it's that situation where you don't know if that cute guy is staring at you because he thinks you're hot or just because he knows you're staring and it's weird. What I did know for sure is that there were more somewhere and the men were a distraction.

"Am I boring you?"

I'm flustered and conflicted as his lean frame hanging over me brings me back to the moment. His hands gripped both sides of the back of my chair and he gouged my soul out of my body with those eyes of his. His dainty cold necklace brushes my chin and I swear it was the same as him touching me.

In front of me or rather on top of me right now was an insistent flirty guy who was just waiting for me to pin him to this bar but around me were who knows how many people getting ready for me and I wasn't their favourite.

"Of course, you're not. Baby someone like you could never be boring," I pull him into the space between my thighs by his white thin t-shirt that, believe me, did absolutely nothing to cover him up.

"Then what did my hair get flat?" he chuckles shrinking slightly in the position, skin lighting up and room lighting up at the radiance of him.

The men drinking looks over to another man dancing, in the same perfect disguise but he forgot his poker face back home.

My phone buzzes.

It buzzes 17 times.

Two phone calls and a location request.

"I don't even know you but I need you," Jimin almost whimpered against my neck, nuzzling into and kissing the skin in utter desperation. His touch was heaven and I had to try very hard to bring myself back by clenching my jaw and holding my breath to mask the moans.

There was another on a date with a woman.

"Angel," I whisper, I could reach into my bag gripping the cold bulk taking up all the space with determined calculation.

Something was very very wrong.

I could feel approaching steps behind me

"When I say I need you to get down on the ground and get out of here," I whisper to the blonde, still lost in the possibilities of my raw neck and collarbone.

Always expect the unexpected.

He chuckles smoothly.

"Naughty, I don't even know your name and you already want me down on-"

Pitter patter, safety off, click.

I can see through the glimmer of Angel Face's eyes and earrings that there's harsh movement behind me and before I knew it-

"Get down!"

Feeling the mop of blonde hair brush against my ankle I waste no time in telling these guys how upset I was that they had ruined my night off. I elbow the body behind me, hearing him buckle with a guttural groan and pull his gun forward with his hand still attached to shoot the woman the man was on a date with.

Who sold me out?

A bullet from behind the bar hits one of the disco lights behind me completely shutting off the colourful lights and another hits my cocktail glass, sending a large piece of shattered glass and pink liquid into my arm.

What a waste.

There's not a second to lose on wincing in pain as another bullet skims my shoulder, so close that I feel the breeze of it just before it crashes into the glasses ahead. I couldn't tell where they were coming from so I had no choice but to take cover and roll over the top of the bar, shooting over the counter.

"You ruined my day off you assholes!"

I scream to the suited shooters ahead of me while shooting both guns. For now, there were just five silhouettes but knowing these guys, an assassin always has a backup plan unless he is dead. Let's just hope one of the bodies was the assassin.

"Ah!"

That must've been number 2.

"Shit she got me!"

Number 3.

There could've only been two left so I duck under the bar, resting my back against the drying beer and martini glasses and inspecting the chunk of glass in my arm. This was going to hurt. And, the sounds of innocents screaming, running and ducking for cover was not helping the ghastly sight.

Just do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

"Fuck," I grit lowly as I pull out the glass, pain blinding my vision and growing out the faint sounds of bullets flying above me.

I look around for a rag until I spot a lifeless Dohyun on the ground surrounded by his insides. He was innocent, it was upsetting. They was no need. His rag still somehow rested neatly on his shoulder. I pull it, wrapping it around my pumping red arm tightly to stop the bleeding until-

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Right by my side, hugging his knees to his chest was Angel Face, eyes wide with terror and lingering on the gun resting on my lap.

"I thought I told you to get out? Why are you still here?" I whisper-shouted in disbelief and I completely forgot that a normal human being wouldn't listen to someone who just shot 4 people in front of them.

It was kind of hilarious actually.

"I don't know! I didn't understand what you meant! I thought you were asking me to eat you ou-!"

"Just shh," I shushed him, the stress of responsibility, the thought of him eating me out and the splitting sharp pain in my arm giving me a monstrous headache. "It doesn't matter just stay down and don't do anything stupid. If you see a gap to run, just take it. I'll try to cover you."

Despite knowing him for about 15 minutes, Angel Face was slowly becoming one of those only people in my life that I really didn't want to watch die in the foreseeable future.

"What the fuck! What do you mean try? You have a gun and you can shoot it get us both out of here you crazy kind of really sexy, weird, funny, attractive woman- You have a gun! Why do you have a gun? Why am I only now asking this question!"

Seeing red and not just the blood dripping on my clothes, I use my forearm to pin him to the shelf behind him, getting real close to him by climbing his lap. I glare into him, eyelashes tickling against his not that he even dared to blink.

Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him.

"I'm gonna say this as nice as I can considering the circumstances," I begin, a couple of growls accidentally escaping me as the feeling of him pressed against me and the gun pressed against him gets to me "I need you to shut the fuck up before you get us both killed."

He was kind of annoying actually.

Angel Face's thick neck, moves with a rather harsh gulp, eyes widening in an unusual way. He was scared but not in a fearing-for-my-life kind of way.

"What?" I ask.

He whines through his puffy lips.

"I'm sorry it's just you're so sexy when you yell at me."

Is this kid for real?

"Now's not the time Angel Face."

"I know, I know," he trails off, looking around the place forgetting that he was meant to be a civilian in the middle of a shootout.

I lower my forearm, gazing at him with furrowed brows. I recognised that look of fear, over-casualness and the blush creeping from his neck to his earlobe. I look down at his already tight trousers starting to tighten even more until I was sure they would rip.

"Wait, are you...?"

"Yeah. A little."

"What the fuck!"

I move away from him a little so I'm not sitting directly on it, really feeling the hardness press against our stomachs as I held us together. He looks beyond guilty, an orangey-pink flush settling from one smooth cheek, over his nose and to the other. God the things I wanted to do to this man.

"I'm sorry! It's the gun and the nickname and your thig-"

Unfortunately, for my ego, the bar mirror smashes to pieces with a single bullet on top of us. I cover Angel Face and his semi with my body as the reflective shards rain down on us. His arm pulls me in, flinching as a tiny scratch form on his skin.

He squeaks.

"We have to move," I mutter, loading both guns and checking the bullets ready to go "Stay close and don't do anything stupid. Now they've seen us together and you've seen them they'll never let you out of here alive."

This is why people like me can't ever have relationships, friends or even a normal functional family.

"Can you use this?" I hand him a gun and it was like I handed him a screaming baby.

"I can try..."  

"W-who are you?" Angel Face asks, unable to decide whether his fear was sourced from the large black gun or the person who was holding it. He also couldn't decide whether or not he actually wanted to know the answer to that question just as I was conflicted with whether or not I should give it to him.

The truth. He deserved it after I dragged him into this mess. I could get rid of him later if I had to.

"I'm one of the bad guys."

But I didn't really want to get rid of him.

Angel Face throws his head back, laughing in disbelief at his situation, sharp jawline pointed towards the heavens for guidance. Even now, at his lowest low he had a natural post-sex glow that followed him everywhere and he was a pouty arrogant hot mess.

I didn't know I was leaning in until I'm face to face with a gun.

My gun.

"That's great, sweetheart. Now, be good for me or I swear to fuck I'll shoot you right in the face."

[maerenee930]

random thoughts. (pretty long. just a heads up for anyone who does happen to read this. not that i like actually/ really think anyone is going to read this 😅)

feel like it’s been a minute since i’ve done this. it probably like actually hasn’t been that long or as long as i think it has been or as long as it finds feels like it has, but yeah. 😅

so life update:

- finally have a new gp. my precious doctor just wasn’t working out. idk if i mentioned it (i think i did. i can’t remember for sure) but she basically chalked up any of my issues i’ve been having mentally and emotionally mostly, can be solved by losing weight. when i asked if there was maybe some other kind of medication i could try to help with my depression and anxiety not only in general but especially for when i’m pmsing and both tend to get a lot worse and i start to feel super low (like feels really close to how i’ve felt at my lowest points 😣) and i just felt my meds weren’t doing what i needed them to.

so when i asked if there was maybe something different i could try or even just for something around that time to help with both, she told me “well you’re already in medications and you’re at the highest dosage for each one. i don’t know what else you want. there’s nothing i can do. you need to lose weight. that will help.”

so yeah…. that felt pretty fucking shitty. ngl. so i finally found a new doctor.

i’ve only seen her twice now and already i feel so much better than i have in quite a while! she’s so sweet and genuinely kind! she’s truly willing to hear me out and not dismiss my concerns or make me feel like i’m over reacting or like i’m not actually trying to change things or make them better. like i don’t actually care or want to feel better. doesn’t dismiss my feelings because of my weight and say everything would be better and i would feel better if i just lost weight.

she has explained things to me in a way that i not only will really understand but she explains things in way that’s not rude or condescending. she saw the dosages of my meds and adjusted them. one of them i was like not just at the maximum dosage but i was above it. like 50mg above the max 😳 and the other wasn’t quite high enough 😐 why the previous doctor didn’t just take the time to adjust my meds, is beyond me!

so we adjusted my dosages and while it’s only been a few weeks, i do feel different. i feel less anxious and jittery than i did for the longest time.

she explained things about my iron being so low and my anemia and how they can also play a part in my depression and anxiety and what i can do to help get it up so i wont possibly have to get transfusions done.

and she didn’t mention my weight. it wasn’t even brought up until i mentioned how the previous doctor repeatedly suggested (very rudely) that i’ll feel better and everything would get better if i just lost weight.

she suggested that if it’s something i want to do then there are things we can work out to help me with that and exercising would be helpful to not only lose weight but help boost my mood. help me so i’m not just sitting and stewing in my emotions.

it was so nice to have a doctor talk to me like an actual person with feelings. someone who didn’t just see my weight as the sole cause of any problems i’m having.

- work has been going pretty well for the most part. i mean we’re busy. it’s close to the holidays and it’s a credit union. it makes sense that we’re busy. i feel like i’m not doing good or am good at my job but i have to keep reminding myself that if that were the case, i wouldn’t be there still. but it’s hard to shake that anxiety and not let it get the better of me.

speaking of anxiety and work. prior to seeing my new doctor, i’ve been able to have several conversations with one of my supervisors about my anxiety and depression. her daughter struggles with anxiety as well so it’s kinda nice to have someone to talk to at work who can understand how i feel and my supervisor said it’s been nice for her to talk with someone about it who can really kind of understand how her daughter is feeling. someone who has been through similar things. everyone has been super understanding and supportive not only just in general at work but also when it comes to my anxiety. i’ve had several really bad panic attacks while i’ve been at work and i have had to step away from my desk for a minute to try and calm myself down and everyone has been so kind, understanding, supportive and patient with me. 🥺

having my supervisors, our hr person and my other coworkers being so understanding and kind just means so more to me than they will every know 🥹 i feel so very lucky to work there!

i could do without some of the members being who they are 🙃 still lots of rude comments. lots of political, racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist and bigoted comments 😑 so that’s fun.

lots of people who love to make all of us feel like we don’t know how to do our job when in reality they’re not understanding how things work and that we have certain procedures and protocols in place that we have to follow and do and when they get so annoyed it just kills me 🤦‍♀️

or like people have been in such a hurry lately and have transactions with larger amounts and depending on the transaction and if they’re getting cash back, they want smaller bills so it’ll take longer to count and verify (because we have to count it certain number of times to verify we’re counting everything correctly. not just so we’ll balance our drawers later but also so that you know our members are getting what they’re asking for. shocking, i know 😐) and then get annoyed with us when it does take a while and they’re like “is this gonna take much longer? i have to go get my grandchild… and blah blah blah” or “i have other stuff i have to do” and it’s like people, seriously?? why come in and get out a lager amount of money when you are in a hurrry? they do this consistently, btw. and it’s just like you gotta figure out a different time to do this stuff because we have things we have to do and sometimes it’s gonna take a while. it’s frustrating but it is what it is. we can do it fast and possibly screw up and have you be even more annoyed in the long run…? or we can take our time, do what we are supposed to do and need to and get your transaction or transactions done correctly. it’s up to you. personally i’d rather do it right the first time. but what do i know? 🤦‍♀️

or we’ve understandably been busy lately cause of the holiday coming up and like on saturday, we were open for only 4 hours and i had 80 transactions. now mind you some people do multiple things but still that still counts and in such a short amount of time i had that many transactions?? like whyyyy? uuugh!! 😓

idk if i mentioned it at all (i think i have to so i apologize for repeating myself) but i keep getting called cindy lauper by one specific member because he’s a stupid dick who thinks he’s soo funny and just like he’s gods gift to the world 🤦‍♀️ and because of my hair color fading from when it was bright red to pink and he started calling me that like legit when i started back in march and still does it (literally did it today) and it’s just so fucking annoying. of all the pop culture references to make with my hair color (or at the time hair color), of all the celebrities to compare me to because of my hair color(s) he chooses cindy lauper?? i look NOTHING like cindy lauper. so it doesn’t make any sense. like other than having colors in my hair (which she was not the first and clearly wasn’t the last celeb to) i have no features similar to her. in any way. so it’s like why? why does this have to be a thing? why is it still a thing? why does this man feel the need to continue to call me it when literally no one comments on it anymore? (him calling me that. i mean some of my supervisors like chuckled or laughed when he started doing it. back in march and april 😑 but no one else has don’t it since then. if anything we all can’t stand it. that or everyone is being kind enough to me to pretend to be annoyed by it to make me feel supported 😅 anyway lol) and when will he finally get that it’s not funny and he could just stop? (he’s one of the assholes who makes racist, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, political and bigoted comments. soo you know this guy is just a fucking gem 😑)

on a nicer note, we had our company christmas party a few weeks ago and it was a lot of fun! we went out to dinner and had sooo much food! and then went to a play and it was seriously so funny! like i was not expecting it to be as good as it was and it just ended up being so much more fun than i imagined it was going to be 😂☺️💙

my mom was my plus one lol. and we got to sit with my aunt (my mom’s oldest sister. i work with her lol. she’s how i found out about the job and the reason i applied there ☺️) and her daughter/my cousin. we sat with one of my friends who is also a teller and her best friend 😊 we sat with one of the tellers (who’s been there just about as long as i’ve been alive lol) and her plus one. and our cfo and her husband ☺️ and our ceo would walk around occasionally to check on everyone and see how we’re doing and it was so nice! everyone i work with is truly so kind and i feel so lucky i get to work with them! but yeah, it was just a really fun night!

i talked a lot with my cousin about our favorite shows or meeting people at comic-con cause she had just went to motor city comic-con back in november and we talked about a lot of other stuff with my mom and my friend i that work with and yeah, it was just a good night ☺️

- on a kind of sadder note, my cat’s has been having trouble with her vision. we noticed it in the beginning of november and on and off it kept happening and getting worse. she keeps bumping into things but it’s not consistent. some days she does great and she’s like how she’s always been. very normal. and then other days she (not super hard to where she hurts herself) just bumps into almost everything and it just has been very odd 😓

we took her to the vet the same day of my christmas party and the vet said he believes her retina’s have detached. when he shined a light in her eyes, her pupils didn’t get smaller. or if he shined it in one eye, the other one wouldn’t instinctively react and get smaller as well. and her pupils have been pretty dilated lately. which i guess happens when cats have issues with their retinas. he also said though he wasn’t 100% sure and we would have to take her to an ophthalmologist and they could run more tests to know for sure.

and then they needed up doing some tests on her and getting some bloodwork done for her and the results of the blood work were not surprising. she has high blood pressure (which with my cat makes complete sense because she has always been a very anxious and tightly wound personality. she is like the actual/literal definition of a scared cat 😅🥹 my poor baby lol. always has been lol. and just with that and having issues with the other two cats, it makes sense. there’s a lot of reasons why she has issues with the other two cats but i won’t get into that right now. so she’s on blood pressure medication now and gets it every day, so hopefully that helps.

but we also found out, cats having high blood pressure can mess with their vision. so that could be playing a part into what’s going on with her sight as well. not a for sure or definite answer but right now we’re taking what we can get.

something to keep in mind is my cat is almost 18 years old so it kinda makes sense that it’s happening. but at the same time, she’s my baby. (literally her name is baby lol 🥹💙) she’s can’t have anything wrong. she’s so perfect and small and feisty and funny and sweet and amazing and she just deserves everything. she’s just a baby 🥹🥰 she’s my princess. she’s my best friend. she’s been through so much with me and is always there for me. she’s such a good girl 🥹😭 and she doesn’t deserve to go through anything like this 😭

and i realize things could be soo much worse and we are very fortunate that it took this long for anything to happen with her vision. but it still doesn’t make it easier to handle or process. you know? plus i worry about her so much as it is. and to think about how scared she is when she can’t see or if she does end up losing her vision completely. how tough that is for her. selfishly it breaks my heart that she possibly won’t be able to see my face at all maybe at some point 😭 how scared i am that i can’t fix this for her and make everything better for her.

like when i say she’s my best friend, i mean it. she is legit always there for me. 🥹 i mean she is also almost always in my room lol. but she just knows when i need cuddles, snuggles, love, attention and affection 😭 she sleeps right next to me every night (or legit next to my head/face. yes she sleeps that close to me. not cause i make her! but because she feels that safe with me/safe enough with me to be that close to me. or she feels i can protect her 😭) she has such a distinct personality and we legit will like bicker and get annoyed with each other and it’s so funny. and she’s also my protecter when she feels i need it 🥹 she does so many other things and in her own little kitty ways tries to take care of me while still being a princess and getting her way and idk she’s just the best 😭 and anything happening to her absolutely guts me and completely breaks and hurts my heart soo much 😭 i just want to make everything better for her. and i want to do whatever i can to have her healthy and around for as long as i possibly can 😭💙💙 my baby 🥺

there was more i wanted to add to this but i’m gonna leave it at that for now. i’ll probably make another post with/about that other stuff soon.

but yeah, thank you to anyone who actually did read all of this rambling emotional nonsense 😅 i know it was a lot but i really appreciate it.

i hope it all made sense for the most part. i’m sorry if it didn’t and i’m sorry for any spelling or grammar errors/typos.

[crazybigredlove]

4th September 2013

Oh Pete. Miranda pulled me aside at work yesterday. 

Gulp. I would've told you yesterday but I was completely consumed with self-pity after that phone call from the ginger King Kong. 

Tried not to nervous vomit my lunch on her when with a sympathetic look she took me by my forearm down the hallway towards her office, all the while the unmistakable feeling that something bad might be about to happen began to well from deep inside. 

Sitting in her little office she folded her hands and looked over at me with such a caring, maternal expression that I knew it could only be bad news. Had there been anyone in the company that I cared dearly for (obviously with the exception of Michael, but had been talking to him only seconds before so knew that he was okay) I would have feared she was about to tell me that someone had passed on. As it was, I was starting to suspect that maybe my own doctor had asked her to deliver some tragic, terminal diagnosis. 

Turns out she is increasingly concerned by my mediocre performance of late. It has not gone unnoticed that I have missed the last three deadlines, and while all three pieces were eventually turned in, each was well below the usual standard. 

Honestly, it just seemed a little harsh for her to keep kicking me like this. How many times have we had this talk now? 

Of course, I start to shift uneasily in the seat. Sweating in that gross way that I do when I'm nervous, I'm practically sticking to the chair. This is it. Going to get fired. I will lose my job and be forced to turn to prostitution in order to keep Buffy in the manner in which he has become accustomed. 

Or worse, I’ll have to start touring him in dog shows to make money. I would rather prostitution. 

Just as I'm about to pass out from anxiety and lack of oxygen in the room, she suggests to me that she is aware that things haven't been great in my private life and perhaps I should take a week or two of annual leave to sort my head out so that I can come back refreshed and ready to tackle the world. 

Oh sweet baby, Jesus. Thank you. 

Now, safe in the knowledge that Buffy and I are not homeless as yet, I am actually quite excited about the prospect of spending some time during those two weeks weighing up my career options. No doubt Christopher will tell me to write a novel, but I'm not sure that's ever been done before. An entire manuscript in two weeks? This is one of those times when self-belief can only get you so far... Then again, I am completely broke and can neither afford to go away nor leave the house for even short periods. Staying at home writing is actually my most feasible option. And watching movies. Probably mostly watching movies. Having romantic fantasies of writing in all different cafes across the city and eventually finding the one that will inspire me to write a hit novel in the manner of JK Rowling. Aiming high, yes, but what is the point in having dreams and goals if achieving them doesn't take you to a level higher than the funk you're in? 

It sort of brought home how tough things have been lately. Those fine-tuned coping mechanisms I thought I had in place are clearly failing if Miranda is onto me. As surprising as it was that she's helping me out like this, it was a bit unsettling that she kept squeezing my hands and looking at me like, well, like people used to look at you when you first got sick. It's pretty obvious that she thinks I'm completely insane. It was nice to hear her say that she appreciates my work though and that the fitness section wouldn't be the same without me. She also said that she feels perhaps lately they haven't been challenging me enough, and if when I get back I am doing better she will give me some features to write, but without the extra demands. 

Never has a near breakdown been more rewarding. 

Rather than celebrating the start of a two-week vacation from the comfort of my couch wearing yoga pants, I had dinner with Jamie instead. Insistent as she was that I drink copious amounts of wine with her, I couldn't possibly say no or I'd be that rude guest, so I'm writing this from her spare room relying heavily on the autocorrect function in my email and apologise profusely if certain words or sentences are nonsensical. We went full pathetic and watched How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days. Pointed out to her the ridiculousness of watching that movie given that I practically have a Masters degree in how to lose men in far less time than that. Sympathetic as her eyes were at first, the wine flowed and they made a definite transition to pitying. Relax, she wasn't so saddened by the state of my life that she was discouraged from talking incessantly about Holly's fast-looming wedding. 

"Seven." I cut her off and squint at the wedding picture hanging on the wall. "Seven what?" She eyes me quizzically. "Seven days," I state matter-of-factly. 

"For what?" "Seven days was the length of my shortest relationship." "No! Really?" "Yup. Seven days. Although if you count Big Red it's less than twenty-four hours. He asked me to be his girlfriend and the next time I heard from him was like a fortnight later when he was telling me he had a new girlfriend, so I feel like maybe that was a pseudo-relationship and shouldn't count. If that one doesn't count then it's seven days." "Wow. I mean I knew things didn't always work out for you, but that is just cruel." "Yeah," I try to hide a hiccup. "He turned out to be more of a jerk than he let on. I think that's the unfair bit. They shouldn't be allowed to hide it. They should just have to be open at the start. Like, 'Hey I'm a jerk. Don't date me.' Why don't they ever say that?" "It would make it significantly harder to get laid." 

"That's right. And all they care about is getting laid. See. Jerks." "Liv, you knew he was bad news. You knew it from the start. Right now I think you're only holding on so tightly because you realise you want a committed relationship, you want your life to move to the next phase, and you're scared you won't find someone to do that with. It's okay, sweetie. Lots of people in your situation feel that way. No one ever thinks they're going to be the one who is in their thirties and single. Now hand me those ribbons would you? I want to put bows on the envelopes. Did you think the silver and blue theme like the invites or the usual penis theme on the night?" 

Is it clear to you now why I'm drunk? I'm refusing to be lured into bridal shower talk. Especially when it is penis-themed bridal shower talk. 

"I mean, I knew. I wrote a list. But I didn't really know. How can you ever really know that?" Jamie's tongue pokes out the side of her mouth as she drunkenly tries to paste a ribbon on an envelope and it was impossible to tell whether she was even listening. "I think it was the point about his maturity level that should've made the argument to not date him beyond refute. With a quizzical expression Jamie looked up. "Why are you still thinking about him? He has a girlfriend and he spends his time calling you and trying to make you cry. That guy is bad news. Such bad news. You have got to get rid of him." 

She's right. Of course she's right. And I have. I think. Until the next time he calls anyway. I'd block him but then I wouldn't know if he called or not and the fact that I need to know tells me I may not have completely grasped how people act when they are over someone. 

"Yeah. I will. Find me a Franco. That would make it easier." 

"This probably isn't the time to point out to you that it's unlikely you'll be marrying a Hollywood heartthrob." "Feed my cookies, tell me I'm pretty, and let me have my fantasies." 

"Here. Have a cookie." She reaches out with a plate and a smile. "You already know you're pretty. If you want to marry a famous actor I will even got ordained so I can be the celebrant for you." "See, I knew you could be supportive." 

"Now no more cookies or you'll get fat." Supportive only goes so far apparently. 

Liv x 

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Dear Warbler

Stephen Strange x F! Reader

Contains: Some Angst, Fluff, Mild Spoilers for Doctor Strange MoM

Word Count: 3,559

Writing Soulmate AU! When you write on your skin the same mark appears on the same place as your soulmates. Such as if you doodle on your skin, your soulmates gets those doodles on their skin.

“So how did your soulmate die again?” 

You don’t even know why you would ever sign up for those dating apps revolved around soulmate-less, well soulmates. You were currently in a diner with one of your most recent matches. Half of these dates revolved around people who either still miss their deceased soulmate or someone who’s soulmate probably wishes they were dead. 

“I uhm,” You leaned back in your chair and averted you gaze briefly, “I actually don’t know,” you initiated eye contact and sighed, “Before we got to meet, they just stopped writing back and I never heard from them again.” 

Your date glanced at your hands, littered with doodles. You hastily shifted your hands back under the table. Most of these dates are with people who aren’t completely over their soulmates and maybe you were definitely one of them. 

“So whats your favorite bird?” You asked, abruptly changing the subject. 

Your date smiled and shifted in their seat, showing some interest. “I think penguins are kinda cool.” You nodded along with their answer, a solid choice, you thought. 

“So what is your favorite bird?” 

You smiled, “Owls.”

“Nice, cause they’re smart right?” 

You chuckled, “They’re really not,” You smiled at your remark, “It’s quite funny actually-” before continuing your ramble, your date, however, looked like they thought it wasn’t funny, actually, but rather confused instead of intrigued. You grew silent once more. 

“I’m sorry, I’m really passionate about birds.” You excused. 

___

Sitting on the subway, you had your earbuds in, raising the volume on your phone. The date was definitely a bust, like they usually are. You stared at the palm of your hand, remembering how it all started long ago: 

You always heard of how once you grow up you’ll be writing to your supposed soulmate until the day you die and it’s all peach and roses. That statement would annoy you, growing up it was taught that soulmates shouldn’t be writing to each other until they grow up. One day out of sheer curiosity, you snatched a pen from your kitchen counter while your parents were away. Booking it out of the house to sit outside on your steps, a million thoughts raced through your mind once you sat down. What should you say? They were your soulmate, it wouldn’t matter what you said but that’s still a tough pill to swallow, or so you thought. Mustering up the courage you removed the cap from the pen and started writing your first message: 

Salutations.

A few minutes went by as you stared at your palm, message still remaining, no difference. You looked out at the forest near your yard. You should’ve known that nothing would happen. Maybe that’s why you’re suppose to wait till you’re older. Before you gave up to wash your hand of the the initial greeting, you noticed the message written was starting to smudge until it quickly disappeared. You watched as the ink magically spell out a different message that appeared before you:

You're not allowed to have a pen are you? 

You ran back inside to wash your hands. Grabbing a wet rag, you brought it back outside with you and began to write a reply:

You have one too. 

Suppose I do. 

Distracting yourself from the emotions swelling within your chest, you pulled a pen out of your bag. You always tell yourself it’s pointless to write back and that each time would be your last, it never will be though, will it? Clicking the pen you wrote on the palm of your hand: 

I’m sorry, I always think of you my beloved owl, you’ll always be my favorite. I hate meeting new people. 

___

Upon walking home, the Sanctum Santorum, you tried to rush pass anyone currently near the entrance. Before running upstairs, a hand touched your shoulder. You turned to see your friend, Strange behind you, who quickly moved his hand away.

“I take it things didn’t go well?” He asked.

“Clearly not,” you retorted, “Now if you excuse me.” You went up a few steps before you heard the question: 

“Would you like to accompany me on my walk?” 

Strange would take walks pretty daily, which he offers for you to join him time-to-time. Which you didn’t mind of course, they were peaceful. There was always something about it, he always somehow knew how to cheer you up when needed it the most. Walking along Strange with his cloak wrapped around his neck, resembling a scarf. You always thought he dressed rather well. 

“So what went wrong this time?” He asked. 

“Just not a lot in common.” You admitted, feeling defeated. 

“What a shame.” 

You agreed. Chuckling to yourself, you started to speak up, “You know it’s funny, I never thought traveling would eventually lead me to our dream city.” 

___

Ever since writing to your soulmate, the two of you became good friends rather quick. Of course both of would get along, but maybe what the two of you needed the most was that friend to lean on. You two would constantly write to each other. While they would ask you questions and hypotheticals, you would always doodle on your skin, something they always mentioned to adore. One day while looking at your skin, you noticed a message appear: 

Absolutely hate it here. 

Writing back you asked, Where is here?

Nebraska. 

Charming you thought. Its okay I don’t like home either. You admitted. 

Is home near Nebraska? 

Nope.

Darn.

Before you could write back, another message appeared before you: 

I’ve wanted to travel around someday, would you accompany me? 

You smiled before writing back, Of course but I don’t even know your name stranger. 

The writings from previously were smudged away before another message appearing right before you: 

Well it is rather strange. 

Strange comment indeed, no pun intended of course. Maybe they were nervous of what you would think? Trying to reassure them you immediately asked, 

Would you prefer a nickname? Until we meet that is of course. 

Interesting, what do you have in mind? 

As if on queue, you heard the owls in the woods outside your home. You always thought they were rather neat, maybe like them. Smiling you wrote back, 

I always liked owls

Owl? That’s something. 

Strange?

Not really. One of a kind, I love it.

You smiled at the reassurance. They wrote back once more: 

Well if I’m an owl you’re a warbler.

A warbler? You wrote back. 

They’re everywhere here, they give me joy in this hellhole. 

You laughed, you can settle with that pet name. 

Years down the road Owl would always write back to you when they could. Many nights were spent bantering with each other, but some nights the two of you would write about the dreams you two would share, to travel the world and to live in the big city away from rural-living. One year Owl informed you about their schooling in New York City, you were very proud of them, it’s no surprise that your soulmate was very intelligent, something you adored obviously. What wasn’t too adorable was their pompousness about your goals together. 

So when should we meet? You wrote one day. You were nearing the completion of your bachelors, Owl has managed to get pass medical school with ease. They’ve been living in New York City for awhile now, but they kept stalling the plans you two shared. You knew it would be awhile before you would receive a reply, for Owl was probably preforming surgery. Eventually the awaited response appeared in your hand: 

Someday Warbler, I want everything to be perfect before we finally meet. 

Perfect? You questioned. 

You will understand soon, be patient beloved. 

Reluctantly you complied. You knew they earnestly had the best intentions but you were ready to fly away and start your life with them, together. 

One day Owl finally was ready for the two of you to meet. They had an award to receive that night, you were happy for them, and overjoyed to finally start that new chapter in life, but you would never hear back from them again. You would write and write and write but to no avail, there was lack of an answer. Stricken with grief, you presumed the worse: death. It was rather poetic you thought, the star-crossed lovers who blossomed into love too soon and withered away right before your eyes.

Months would go by until one day you finally looked at the earnings you had in a jar for you and Owl. You wanted to save if for when the two of you lived together, but since that wasn’t happening anymore, you wanted to at least experience what you and Owl intended to do. It wouldn’t be together but you knew it was the right thing to do. 

___

“Yes but your travels led to where you are today.” Strange objected. Which was true, after all. 

“At the expense of your Cloak dragging me into Kamar-Taj.” You snickered. 

“And it noticed a great potential.” Strange smiled warmly at you. 

You never intended to travel to Nepal. It was at the expense of a recommendation from a dear friend. While a decent trip, you didn’t expect to be kidnapped by a magical piece of fabric. Thanks to the cloak’s offense of course, you were able to discover the world of the mystic arts. The cloak belonged to the at-time Sorcerer Supreme, who recognized the power you contained and helped you explore your talents. Eventually taken in as a pupil, you then transferred to the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York City. Ironically enough, you and Owl’s dream residency. 

You stopped mid-walk to smile at Strange, “At least I have a good friend like you, Stephen.” 

He smiled, “Much obliged Y/n.”  Both of you continued to walk once more. 

“What was your soulmate like?” You asked, “I always talk so much about mine but what about yours?” 

“Never met her,” Strange said rather curtly, “and as a master sorcerer I can’t dabble in those relationships anyway, I refuse to put someone I love in harm’s way.”

“Heroic, but Stephen,” your tone shifted from curiosity to irritation, “That’s not fair to her and you definitely know that.” You bluntly told him, “What if they never get to say goodbye?” Tears started to swell in your eyes, you really did care for your dear friend. You hate to imagine someone sharing the same pain you felt, especially someone so significant in your life. 

“You’re right but she’s in my life more than you think.” He admitted. 

___

Stephen didn’t mean to keep his secret for long as he had. Upon returning to the Sanctum, Y/n returned to her quarters while Stephen went back to his study. In front of his window he analyzed his hands. The magic rings he conjured unveiled his hands to reveal various notes and doodles from his beloved Warbler. He spent years in agony knowing that he could never write back to her again. He never forgot about the times the two of you would write together. 

Back home at the farm, when the days were sunny and warm he would walk to the tree out in the field. It was always surrounded by the warblers who would reside near the farmland, it was peaceful, a joyous space where he would be at ease writing to Y/n. He never meant to delay your arrival, he was obsessed with making sure everything was perfect for you, and his peers were very aware of that. She had been there for him for so long, she cared about him. She was there no matter what, and she was the only one to know about Donna, something she never blamed him for but rather comforted him, she was good-natured, something Stephen was very grateful for. 

Unfortunately he got carried away, and as a result it was too late for him to ever achieve the dream of meeting her. The day he crashed and damaged his hands forever. He risked every surgery, every penny spent to make sure he would be able to write again, to write at least one more message for Y/n. He watched in misery and agony as the ink would appear all over his skin reminding him how much he was loved and if he was okay. If only she knew the truth. She was loved, she was everything to him. He just wished he realized that before he prioritized his career before you. His last ditch efforts to achieve reaching out to her once again was his trip to Kamar-Taj. He didn’t anticipate where he would be today because of it, but he was grateful, it led him back to you. 

Stephen was observing the grounds of Kamar-Taj with Wong one day. He didn’t anticipate his cloak to whip some woman onto him. He would apologize for his cloak’s shenanigans to the poor woman. Instead of being scared she seemed rather intrigued, always a good sign to look for within students. He offered her to enroll as a student, and with nothing else to lose, she did. He watched her as over time she would excel at training. He never admitted it but he was rather fond of the student. He didn’t know his cloak’s intentions but it definitely meant well enough to bring not only an excellent prodigy, but someone who kept him on his toes. 

See, Y/n was more mischievous than anticipated but it was clear enough that she was harmless, it kept Strange from boredom and loneliness. A good distraction from the lingering pain within his heart for his beloved soulmate. They eventually wrote back less and less but understandably so. He vowed that it was for the best to never meet them, in order for their safety from the life he leads. He didn’t expect the initial shock from the realization that Y/n was their soulmate. He would never forget it, the day he invited Y/n to join him at the Sanctum: 

“Hey Strange?” Stephen looked up from his current book to see Y/n peering outside the door. She walked in with her hands behind her back, she took a deep breath: 

“Thank you for inviting me back to New York with you Stephen,” she continued, “I never admitted why I was in Nepal in the first place but my soulmate died.” She confessed. Stephen stood up from his seat, “Y/n I’m terribly sorry to hear that.” 

“It’s okay,” she reassured, “I noticed you don’t write to yours either. I don’t need to know but I understand what it’s like.” Y/n stepped forward and smiled, “The mystic arts helped me find a purpose again and funny as it is,” she chuckled somberly, “My soulmate and I had plans to live our lives out here, New York City. After their death I was so afraid of ever coming here, I never knew who they were but,” she took a deep breath, “I’m glad I initially came here after all.” She smiled. 

Her confession came off as bittersweet but Stephen understood the conflicting emotions she felt, “I’m honored to have you here Y/n.” His cloak unattached itself to fly around Y/n. Stephen smirked, “I suppose the cloak does as well.” He never admitted how enamored he was by his apprentice’s laughter but he was glad to hear it. 

Later that night however, before bed, Stephen removed his top to reveal a letter in ink across his forearm: 

Dear Owl, I miss you every day. I’m ready to share about the life I lead now, bare with me, it’s bizarre but you love those tales don’t you? 

Stephen read the message in horror, “No, no, no.” he would mutter under his breath as his arm began to tremble. He would re-read the message repeatedly before using his magic to cover the ink on his skin. He was terrified, the letter elaborated how she now was an apprentice for the mystic arts and she finally found a home in the city of their dreams. Y/n was his beloved Warbler, his soulmate. He held the bridge of his nose, how did he not realize this sooner? Now it was too late, he knew how distraught and betrayed Y/n would feel if she ever found out. He sighed, reluctantly he accepted that it was the best for her to never know. 

___

Something itched you about the conversation you and Strange had today. Pacing around the corridor, there was something that didn’t make sense; something about it didn’t feel right. It really irked you. He not only said he never met her, but he claims to know her and see her frequently. It didn’t click. Especially since he spent most days with you anyway. Walking past a table, you noticed a pen laying there. You stopped and stared at the pen for a brief moment before it finally clicked. 

“That son of a bitch!” 

Y/n swiped the pen and used her slingy to portal herself up to Stephen’s office, which automatically caught his attention. He got up from his chair to approach you immediately, “Y/n? What’s wrong?” He asked urgently.

“Oh Stephen,” you sighed, inching closer to him, you stared at his beautiful blue eyes, “I just need to know.” Before he could ask what on Earth you could be talking about, you slashed his cheek with with ink from the pen that you found. You instantly took a step back, glancing at the mirror on the wall, you notice a matching mark appearing on your cheek as well. 

Stephen takes a step back, hands up in defeat. He recognized the panic you were starting to feel. “Y/n,” Stephen said carefully, “Let me explain.” He stared at you intently, something you’ve known him to do, but never has it felt that painful. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to rush into his arms. You began you violently sob. He gently wrapped his arms around you as your cried echoed through the vacant study. 

The two of you stayed in each other’s embrace for awhile before Y/n pulled away, shaking. 

“How long did you know?”

“Y/n—“

“Honestly.” 

Stephen took a deep breath and sighed, “Since you moved in.” 

Enraged, you rushed out of the room, “Y/n wait!” Stephen called out, chasing after you. Before he could catch up, you used your magic to fabricate a wall for him to run into. 

“You know I never told you because I loved you but owls are really stupid.” You sneered in anger. 

Stephen got up and sighed, “You’re definitely right, I am.” 

You bit your lip in frustration. You were furious, you thought your lover was fucking dead, and this whole time not only was he alive, he kept it from you. Your illusion of a wall started to fade. Stephen walked up to you and held you hands. You stared him, wanting to know more. 

“When I lost my ability to use my hands, I lost my ability to write back to you.” Stephen explained. He looked into your eyes full with intent, “I did whatever I could but the only solution that gave me any possibility was at Kamar-Taj, and when I became Sorcerer Supreme,” He ran his thumbs gently across your knuckles, “I vowed to never tell you, for your safety.” 

“Then why am I here now?” You demanded to know.

“The more romantic explanation would that it was meant to be however,” you both noticed Stephen’s cloak pried itself off and flew back a considerable distance. “I never anticipated the cloak to throw the most wonderful sorceress at me while on the job.” He looked at his cloak rather pissed. You quickly took your hand and turned Stephen’s gaze back at you. 

“Let’s just say it was meant to be.” You smiled. Reasonably still upset, but grateful. Very, very grateful. Lovingly staring at each other, the two of two leaned in for the most earnest kiss. Soft and the most longing, It really was meant to be. 

___

Time has passed since you were reunited with your soulmate. Although you both were very passionate about the work you two do, you now do it together. You were contempt. You both took it slow of course, recovering from shell-shock. One day practicing your magic, Stephen approached you:

“Y/n may I show you something?” 

Curious to know, you followed Stephen to his office. He rose his hands up and started to conjure a spell. 

“Y/n, you must know, I have difficulty writing still but,” you noticed writing glowing on your palm and forearm, “I can at least try this.” 

Dear Warbler, 

I never regretted something so much in my life, the day I lost you. You are my everything and I was terrified to ever meet you since my accident. I was hellbent on building the best life I could for you, and selfishly so, I thought I lost you forever. Despite all of that, fate wanted us together and I cannot fathom ever losing you ever again. My Warbler, my joy. I love you so much Y/n, I always have. It was always you. 

Love, 

Your Beloved Owl

[fangurk]

Puppy Love (The Cullen Family x Child! Werewolf! Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/f/c - Your Favorite Color

Y/f/f - Your Favorite Flavor

Prompt (given to me by @inrice): but could you do something along the lines of the cullens (mainly alice) takes upon the job of raising a werewolf!reader? who's a child of course.

Summary: Alice Cullen stumbles upon a very strange, very lonely child while out on a hunt and, in true Cullen fashion, decides to take them home. Nobody knows how to take care of a werewolf or a child, but when they put in a collective effort (and bring in the help of Bella) things start getting easier...

Warning: Is this kidnapping? It might be kidnapping, fluff, slightly angsty at some parts, AU because Caius is cruel, and potentially odd genderless terms of endearment.

A/n: family fic makes the brain go brrr. so like i didn't really know how to handle the whole werewolf thing because the twilight lore is so... bare... and i wanted to write more on the family parts so it's not like a real focus but it is mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! /gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Alice wasn’t able to foresee you.

She simply stumbled across you one day on a hunt, your tiny body curled up at the base of a tree. You smelled so much of dog she almost mistook you for one, and then you looked up at her with big y/e/c eyes and she knew.

Carlisle wasn’t very happy when she brought you home.

“The Volturi will have a field day with this.” He says as he repacks his doctor bag. “The child is dangerous to have around.”

“But they're all alone, Carlisle. You said it yourself, they looked like they were out there for days— and I waited there with them until nightfall, no one came…”

Her shoulders fall and she looks at the door separating them from the rest of the family.

“Oh please just let them stay, we’ll all take care of them— if anything we’re better suited for it than anyone!”

Carlisle opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by Esme opening the door, you asleep in her arms. All of his hesitance melts away at the sight, and at the sound of your small snores.

He sighs. “Fine, the child can stay— but we have to be careful.”

Alice nearly erupts with her joy, and Carlisle tries to hide a smile.

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They give you a nice bedroom.

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme take an entire day to shop, nearly clearing out three children’s stores in the process. They build you furniture and they paint the walls a pretty shade of y/f/c; you now own more toys and clothes than a kid can possibly comprehend.

You spend the day with Emmett, the only Cullen boy who’s comfortable getting close to you, and he introduces you to the wide range of children’s cartoons. Your browsing ended with Crashbox, something that had the big man far more into it than you, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Want to see your room, Y/n?” Rosalie hums, poking her head around the corner and flashing you a dazzling smile.

The ladies let you wander around the new space, excitement brightening your features.

Emmett is still enraptured by the TV long after you’re put to bed.

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Most days are good days.

Even if two of the family members seem a little afraid of you, you’re happy. You’re fed and clothed and loved.

But then there are bad days.

You wouldn’t eat. Nothing Esme made you was satisfactory and you were too upset and overwhelmed to let anyone know what you wanted; everyone tries to comfort you, even Jasper with his powers, but none of it really seems to work.

And then Edward comes home.

He left at some point during the crying and everyone figured that he was just bailing ship like he usually does when it comes to you. But, in reality, he somehow managed to get a cohesive reading of your mind and immediately went to someone who could help him.

“I brought Bella.” He says, gesturing awkwardly at his equally awkward girlfriend when five sets of frustrated eyes land on him.

“And I brought chicken nuggets…” The brunette human raises the bag up with a smile.

Everyone watches in confusion as you perk up a bit.

“Uh, here.” Bella crosses the room and places the bag down in front of you.

You open the bag and immediately start eating, sniffling but no longer upset. Every Cullen is reeling in shock.

“Well. What do you have to say to Bella?” Alice clears her throat, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Bella.” You mumble, mouth full of food.

“Oh- it was actually Edward’s idea.”

You turn and thank him, beaming, and he gives you a crooked smile in return.

Afterward, Edward doesn’t really avoid you anymore.

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‘Children of the Moon’ don’t pass their lycanthropy onto their offspring.

Alice doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes the implication that someone bit and infected you consumes her mind and it makes her want to cry.

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On the days they go to school, you do too.

They figure it’s good for you to spend time with other kids your age, and it seems to be. You always come home with crazy stories of playtime adventures and smelling of paint and crayons; the teachers love you, or more so the bright little woman who picks you up from school.

“Draw your family.” The teacher encourages one day.

You draw the Cullens.

When you proudly hand it to Alice when she picks you up from school, she lifts you up in a hug. Jasper frames your little drawing and puts it up next to all of their graduation caps.

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The full moon is pretty horrific.

In order to keep everyone safe from your tiny claws, they keep you in the basement. For hours before the transformation, you just lie down there and wail-- you’re only little, it’s only fair.

Alice sits outside and talks to you the whole time, her voice wavering and her hands shaking.

She doesn’t move after the wails turn into howls, even if it would be safer to do so.

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“Does Jasper hate me?”

You’re wrapped up in bandages, sitting on the picnic blanket with your adoptive mother and eating a sandwich too big for you as her husband pretends to do something down by the water. Alice is completely blindsided. They’ve sort of explained what they are to you, and you’ve kind of filled in blank spaces to the best of your ability, but she’s still unsure how to explain Jasper’s hesitance.

She doesn’t wind up having to.

“No,” He says, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t. I’m actually quite fond of you darlin’.”

That alone seems to satisfy you and, over time, he loosens up a bit.

Jasper seems happier than he has in a while, listening to you talk about things little kids talk about, and Alice watches fondly with a smile.

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One of them reads a story and tucks you into bed every night.

Most times it’s Alice, sometimes Jasper joins in.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re clean and showered, dressed in a cute little pajama set, and nestled under the covers; she’s lying down next to you, Goodnight Moon open in her hands, and he’s in a chair next to the bed.

“... goodnight noises everywhere.” She finishes, smiling at your drooping eyes and lulling head.

Carefully, she unwinds herself from you and, with the help of her husband tucks the blanket under your sides. You tug your favorite stuffed animal close to your chest, y/e/c eyes closed, and a smile on your little face.

“Goodnight, y/n.” “Night, kid.” They each say, Alice bending down to kiss your head and Jasper opting to stand there and smile.

“G’night mom and dad.”

Jasper’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he turns to face his wife quickly.

Alice Cullen, the girl who forgot half of her life, never felt more whole than she did standing in your room, holding her mate’s hand, and turning off the light as the hushed sound of a cricket’s song filled the big house...

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—how dare you (t. fushiguro)

.pairing toji fushiguro x fem!reader

.content warning smut, nsfw, dub-con, very very rough sex, hate-fuck, degradation, scratching, oral sex (m!&f!receiving), unprotected sex

.synopsis your ex, and the father of your child, joins you for a friendly dinner, but things take an interesting turn.

.a/n dilf toji. that's it. 🤔 jk, this one actually took a lot out of me when writing. : | i added some soft, make-up sex because toji really does a number on y/n in this one so, enjoy that. ALSO TOJI GETS A LIL SOFT TOO lmao

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GOOSEBUMPS covered the expanse of your exposed arms, causing you to shiver and let out an unstable breath. you regretted not bringing a sweater or something with you to the restaurant. you just so happened to be conveniently seated in a booth that was right under a vent.

“do you want my jacket?”

“no,” you responded hastily to toji’s giving voice. this was the third time he had asked you if you needed something, or offered something. could he just quit it? you didn’t want to accept anything from him.

toji’s eyes narrowed and his face went dull, seeing how stubborn you were being over something so small. he put his jacket beside him and huffed. “you’re obviously fucking cold, y/n. you don’t have to act like such a child.”

toji’s vulgar language was no surprise to you, but it still sent chills down your spine to hear him talking to you that way - again. even when the two of you were together, his language was nasty and mean when reacting to the smallest things. surprisingly, that had nothing to do with why the two of you broke it off being that you, too, also had a bit of a potty mouth.

“i’m not acting like a child,” you reacted unhesitatingly, but you knew you were. you were desperately trying to find ways to avoid him, even if it meant he was genuinely trying to help you out. you shivered again and rolled your eyes as you felt a flood of cold air arrive at your skin. toji stared at you long and hard from across the table, seeing how hard you were trying to avoid eye contact with him. you could feel his glare without even looking. finally, you became fed up and grunted. “just give me the fucking jacket.”

toji laughed at you, amused, as he handed over the jacket and you aggressively snatched it from his hand. you slid your arms into the oversized jacket and sighed with relief. this wasn’t the first time you wore this specific jacket. you quickly got comfortable in it’s familiar warmth.

“you’re welcome,” toji annoyingly chimed.

you rolled your eyes again before crossing your arms. “i really regret agreeing to this, y’know...”

with a smug smile on his face, toji rested his elbow on the table and let his hand cup the side of his face as he looked at you. “why? nothing even happened. i’ve been nice to you this entire time.”

“that’s the problem. you think all these little nice gestures and innocent antics are gonna’ make me fall in love with you again or something,” you spat out, eyebrows furrowed, nose twitching.

toji scoffed hearing how delusional you sounded, pushing his own face away as he sat back again, his back connecting with the leather booth. “you sound silly, y/n. what antics are you talking about?”

“oh, don’t play fucking stupid, toji,” you snapped. your patronizing and slightly degrading voice made toji’s body twitch. “this entire outing is apart of the antic. what other reason would you have to call me up randomly and ask me out to dinner?” he couldn’t help but smirk, he missed your voice. he loved hearing that tyrant-like voice come out of you whenever you were getting angry. it was spunky.

toji genuinely just wanted to work on his friendship with you for the sake of the child you shared together. co-parenting was rough when the two of you were constantly at one another’s throat all the time. but, he knew you wouldn’t believe you so he didn’t bother explaining it. plus, he found your delusional assumptions to be quite entertaining.

“so you’re just not going to answer?” you ask. toji adverted his eyes, looking up at the ceiling, making it obvious he was trying to ignore you. “oh, fuck you.”

“fuck me then...”

before you could even utter a single letter back to him, your waiter had finally came by after the two of you waited for an unnecessarily long time. the exchange was short; asking for drinks, appetizers and then walking off to fetch them for you.

after the waiter left, your eyes met toji’s immediately. you didn’t forget what he said. “why would you say that?”

“say what? you said it first,” toji taunted, running his tongue across his bottom, scarred lip.

you were getting more annoyed by the second but for some reason, you were...happy? you didn’t want to leave, in fact, whenever toji’s attention would go to his phone, it made you upset for a reason you couldn’t explain. this was the first time in almost a year that the two of you had been in the same place for more than five minutes.

after toji moved out, you agreed to dropping ‘gumi off at his place every friday, picking him up on mondays. most of the time, you did it in silence, simply putting ‘gumi in the backseat of his car, giving him kisses and leaving. but right here, right now, you were in his presence and speaking to him once again.

“...megumi’s doctor appointment.”

you blanked out so hard, so into your head, that you didn’t even realize toji was talking to you. you blinked once you snapped back to reality and looked at him. “for fuck’s sake, were you listening?” he asked, giving you another one of those dull looks.

you shook your head no, embarrassed. “sorry, i was thinking about something...”

“thinking of what?” his voice was gruff.

“don’t worry about it,” you responded. the waiter came back with your drinks and the appetizers. they asked for your meals and the two of you told him as he scribbled it down in a notepad before walking away again.

toji picked up a handful of fries and popped it into his mouth, chewing like a slob. “just tell me.”

you huffed. being honest wouldn’t hurt, would it? “you, damn it. i was thinking of you.”

“wow, i’m flattered,” toji responds sarcastically, looking down at his phone. he looked back up at you to see your face seemingly hurt, your lips parted as you didn’t know what to say. “i’m joking.” he broke out into a laugh laced with immaturity. “that’s cute though.”

“whatever,” you grumbled.

gradually, the night got better. after having a couple of two sentence arguments and spewing mean comments back and forth, they were replaced by small pick-up lines, friendly jokes and pure happiness to be around one another. toji shamelessly enjoyed himself, missing this feeling of being around you. you, on the other hand, were still stand off-ish, even though there was a yearning desire to be in his presence everyday. to be in his strong arms again, to hear him say, “i love you,” again. but you ended it. you ended it because you’re too conceited and you needed to prove that you could live without him, that you didn’t need to depend on him for everything. toji was a good man to you and a good father to the son you both shared. even with his not-so-squeaky-clean history that everybody and their mother was telling you about, he was the complete opposite. you got comments like “you’ve changed him,” that  would make you feel so good about your spirit. it got to your head, and you felt the need to keep him wrapped around your finger. when he caught on, he felt hurt that you didn’t cherish him in a more affectionate way, yet he still stayed. he respected your decision to leave him, but he wasn’t happy with it. you unintentionally spawned a feeling of anger in his heart that was targeted at you which was the reason things had to end so sour.

as these thoughts swam around in your mind, you stared out the window, eyes unfocused and lost in a daze. nimble, blurred images of street signs, houses, pedestrians and all things the city included hurried past your still eyes, failing to process any of it as you sat in the passenger seat of toji’s car.

for the most part, he kept his eyes glued to the busy road, but he’d occasionally look at your emotionless face, wondering about what you were thinking so hard about. if he were to ask, you would’ve gotten upset, so the words he wanted to speak dissipated instead. he cleared his throat as he sighed and leaned back on his seat, lounging as he drove and the sudden sound broke you out of your trance.

your eyes flickered to him as he sat in the seat, keeping his eyes forward and alert. you wondered how long you had been out of your body. you wondered if he noticed. seeing him in the seat, lightly gripping the wheel, watching how his eyes analyzed other drivers brought you back to your days with him. he was super cautious on the road, super cautious of his passengers and super cautious of himself. you suddenly got frustrated with yourself for wanting him - no, needing him back again. you missed him so much and attempting to put on this facade that you didn’t was irksome.

you didn’t realize he had pulled into the driveway of your house, right beside your sister’s car, who was watching megumi for the night. you wanted to get your emotions out. you couldn’t let him leave yet. “toji-” you cut yourself off, realizing that you were calling out to him. “toji.”

his sharp, dirty green eyes shifted over to your face, without him barely moving his head. his eyebrow raised with curiosity. “hm?”

“can you come inside?” you asked. toji wanted to laugh at how soft your voice was in contrast to the roughness of your tone from earlier. how pitiful. he kept his laughs and thoughts inside and let out a small breath.

“yeah, sure.”

toji put the car in park and the engine died as the two of you got out of the car. you walked ahead of him as you approached the front door to the home you previously used to own together, the moment bittersweet as you unlock the front door.

the sound of soft baby music reached your ears as you entered in. you can see a kids cartoon blaring on the tv, while your sister was sleep on the couch, mouth slightly open and your son asleep in his rocker. toji smiled at the sight. you barely changed anything in the house. a family portrait that you begged toji to participate in was still hanging on the wall. you took light steps as you approached your sister, nudging her.

“oh, you’re here,” she says, yawning and extending her arms out to stretch. she sat up, digging her palms into the couch and her eyes darted to the front door. “toji?” your sister looked back at you, but you gave her a pleading look, hoping she would get the hint and just go.

“hey.” toji’s voice was dry, hinted with a bit of enthusiasm in the end.

your sister gave megumi a quick kiss on the cheek as he slept before gathering her few belongings and leaving. you sighed with heavy relief and walked over to megumi to get him out the rocker. toji chuckled, seeing how desperate you were to talk to him.

you had come to find out that you’re child was a heavy sleeper, not even disturbed in the slightest when you held him in your arms. you kissed his soft, chubby cheeks and rubbed your face against his, showering him with motherly love. “i’m gonna put him to bed, just wait in our room.” you didn’t even realize you had said “our”, but toji did and he was expecting you to correct yourself, but you didn’t. toji kissed megumi’s forehead before you went upstairs and put him in his crib before going across the hall into your room.

toji was laid out on the bed the two of you once shared, staring up at the ceiling, his defined hands loosely folded over his stomach. he was sitting in the dark oddly, making your eyebrows twitch. you flicked the light on and toji’s eyes shut from how bright it was. he saw colors plaguing his vision as his pupils tried to adjust.

“so, what’s wrong?”

the question made you freeze momentarily as you were on your way to your dresser to change. you went back to what you were doing, not sure how to answer his question. you didn’t even hear him get up from the bed, you were simply given an unsolicited touch on your arm, making you flinch in place. the fact that you didn’t reject the gesture was enough for toji to confirm that you missed him.

“toji, i...” his name slipped out of your mouth. his breath fanned over the back of your neck, causing a chill to run down your spine. your heart was beating faster with each second that passed by. move. you wished he would move. you were frozen in place, scared to fall into any trap that he’d have for you. a lump sat in your throat, making you painfully uncomfortable, forcing you to speak. “toji, i miss you,” you exposed, your voice delicately hoarse. you gasped at the sound of your own voice and toji’s jaw clenched. a burning sensation plagues your eyes as tears began to rise. you only made it worse by not blinking, desperately trying to keep toji from seeing you so weak. your chin twitched as your lips began to quiver. toji caged your body as he put his hands on the dresser in front of you and he filled up the already little space between the two of you.

“i know you do.” his voice was intimidating and husky. he couldn’t see your face at this moment; hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your nostrils flaring uncontrollably. you could see his hands in front of you, gripping the dresser as if it was going to run away, his knuckles had turned snow white. “just wish you didn’t have to break my fucking family apart just so you could fail to prove a dumbass point.”

you couldn’t hold in your cries and gasped in such a pathetic way. “it wasn’t dumb-” you began to argue but a sharp, demeaning tone cut you off.

“shut the fuck up, y/n. it was dumb. because now we’re here, and you’re asking me to come inside for what?” you had no argument to that. you wanted him to come inside because you wanted to feel his presence in your home again. “this was our home.”

“i want it to be our home,” you whined, responding back almost immediately. “it’s our home,” you repeated. you bit on your lip so hard that you didn’t even realize that you had bit through the skin, causing it to bleed. you licked your lip, the metallic flavor reaching your taste buds. you turned around, putting your hands on toji’s chest. your eyes didn’t even meet his and you didn’t want to, because you knew those patronizing eyes were going to break you. “i’m sorry,” was all you could whisper as you grabbed onto his shirt, the cotton wrinkling in your grip. your breath hit his chest and he remained so still that it started to scare you. you jumped in place when he finally moved and his face was in your peripheral vision as he leaned down to place his scarred lips on your jaw. they traveled to the space behind your ear and trailed along the side of your neck until he reached your collarbone, smacking his lips with each wet peck. you grew impatient, grabbing his face with demanding hands until your soft lips connected to his.

the way he gripped your hips was irascible, but you knew you deserved it. how dare you break apart your family to feed your ego? how dare you cut the time your son has with his father for your own selfish rational? how dare you spend all this time spewing nonsense about you not loving him - how he didn’t take care of you enough? how dare you stand here and apologize after all the damaged you’ve caused? toji pulled away harshly and his eyes immediately met your glossy orbs. the look in his eyes were despondent, telling you a thousand things that only you could understand. your hands had fell to either sides of his neck, brushing against the hairs on the nape.

“i love you...” you regretted speaking as the words fell from your mouth.

toji stared at you long and hard, trying to read every bit of your face. after you spent months speaking of him so ill, he couldn’t fully believe your words. “prove it, y/n.” his voice carried nothing but intimidation in contrast to the lewdness of the command.

before you could utter another word out, toji’s fingers were wrapped around your throat, gripping the sides. your mouth went dry trying to breath in as much as you could and your face became tight as he cut off your airway. this wasn’t something you weren’t used to. you were accustomed to having rough sex with him - that’s just how he was - and you had grown to love it. but obviously, all of his actions had a different motive behind them this time.

toji kept his silence, removing his hands from your throat and pushed your head down while you simultaneously gasped for air. slowly, you got on your knees in front of him, your face leveled with his crotch. toji didn’t have to demand you like he used to. you felt guilty, you knew exactly what he wanted and the least you could do was give it to him. so, you’re fingers pulled down the cold, metal zipper on his pants and unbuttoned the silver button that held his slacks together. you didn’t have to look up at him to know that his eyes were watching your every move like a hawk. your fingers hooked onto the belt loops of his pants and you pulled them down until they fell to his ankles. he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side for them to be forgotten for the night.

as if it were routine, he took his index and middle finger on one hand and tapped your mouth, signaling for you to open it. your lips parted just enough and he facilely slid his fingers inside of your mouth. a small pool of spit sat on your tongue and it coated his fingers as you wrapped your tongue around them. with his free hand, he rubbed his semi-hard cock through his boxers, hissing as he anticipated the feeling of your mouth. he removed his fingers and rubbed the residue on his bulge. you licked him through his underwear, leaving trails of saliva that covered his length, dampening the cotton. he was fully erect by now, pulsating through his boxers. you pulled them down like you did his pants before and he kicked them to the side also. his cock slapped against his abdomen and you grabbed it, jerking him off while your tongue fed his bulbous, swollen head a couple of teasing kitten licks. you forgot the feeling of his length in your hand, feeling up on the familiar vein that ran underneath his cock. the only odd thing about all this was that toji wasn’t speaking. usually, he praised, complimented your pretty lips, your innocent eyes. but no, he wasn’t speaking at all.

your hands gripped onto his waist as your mouth took his entire length in. his tip kissed the back of your throat, as he thrusted himself into your mouth. the warmth of your mouth managed to fish out a couple of groans that’d leave his lips, throwing his head back as he felt your tongue curve in place for his girth. he pushed his flat, raven locks back, getting them out of his vision. he grabbed your head, a stinging sensation on your scalp as he grabbed your hair, and forced himself even more down your throat, causing you to gag, painfully choking on his cock. salty tears ran down your cheek and toji smirked with amusement as he watched your cock bulge inside of your throat with every thrust he delivered. it then finally registered in your brain that he wasn’t doing this for pleasure - he was doing it to watch you struggle. he pulled himself out before you could - literally - manage to choke to death, making a ‘pop’ sound. you coughed up a storm, hands on the floor as you took heavy, dramatic breaths trying to learn how to breath again. a silver string of saliva was falling slowly from your mouth. toji’s hand lightly tapped your cheek, your eyes slowly meeting his tormenting gaze. his huge, muscular arm wrapped around your torso and he carried you over to the bed.

memories of kissing your greedy lips, burying his head in between your thighs, and making love to you until you were intoxicated by the way he fucks had fogged his mind. memories of you being his and his only. he could only imagine how many men you let fuck you in this bed, how many men touched places that only he had access to, how many times their hands brushed over the ‘TOJI’ that was inked into your skin on your inner thigh, how many times they laid eyes on the ‘T’ in between your breasts, how many times you had to painfully say, “that’s my ex’s name.” how many times did it happen in these past nine months? he wanted to know.

suddenly, strong fingers were aggressively removing his jacket from your arms, throwing it somewhere to be found later. the red, mesh shirt you had on was ripped in half, exposing your back and you gasped lightly. every movement carried anger. you deserved it. you deserved to be treated this way. he took the remainder of the shirt off of your body before unclasping your bra. his hands grabbed them, feeling your soft, plush breasts that he missed so much. after you had megumi, you were gifted with a busty chest that toji fucking adored. his body was pressed against yours, his cock rubbing against your ass, the only thing keeping you separated was the jeans around your waist. his thumb ran along the area where the ‘T’ was tatted in between your boobs while his other hand pinched at an erect nipple.

his cock was hot against your ass and as rough as he was being, you wanted to feel him. you had to feel him again. you then processed how selfish those thoughts were, wanting him to fuck you after spending many nights with other men while the two of you were apart. it wasn’t fair to toji who - surprisingly - didn’t even think about go on a friendly date with another woman during these past nine months.

toji’s hand trailed down to your waist, unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans. he got a hold of both your pants and your silk underwear and pulled them down in a way that was anything but gentle.

“oh my god,” you breathed out. his nails sharply glided on your skin, causing three stripes of claw marks to appear on your lower back and trail on your ass. he showed no remorse either, purposefully grabbing the affected area as he now rubbed his cock on your bare ass, making you grimace. he let his cock slip in between your legs, grazing over your warmth. his grip on your body got painfully tighter as he noticed you were getting off to this, your slick getting onto his length. the smallest moan had regrettably left your lips as you panted like a dog in jagged breaths. 

he pushed you onto the bed, positioning you in front of the headboard, forcibly putting you on your hands and knees. toji continued to run his cock along your puffy lips, groaning as he missed this feeling. normally, he’d prep you. he’d finger you, he’d devour your pretty pussy, he’d watch you desperately hump a pillow with your bare core, getting your juices all over it. he didn’t do any of that, he just wanted to use your body to fuck out his own anger. his hips gripped your waist and he slammed himself into you, his cock intruding your viscid walls, earning a cry that held pain from your mouth. he hissed at the feeling of your hole sucking him in. he pulled out slowly to see his cock glistening with your slick. he was drawn back to your body like a magnet and buried himself into your hole until he was balls deep, vast pleasure taking over his body, his mouth gaping. it wasn’t long before he was delivering strong, hard thrusts into your squelching pussy, that familiar burning sensation that you swore you couldn’t live without spread to your thighs. you gripped onto the sheets beneath you, the fabric crumbled up in your fists. heat burns your body every time your ass slapped against his groin. the bed creaked rhythmically every time toji bucked his hips, causing the headboard to slam into the wall each time. spit formed bubbles on your tongue as it barely hung out as you breathed through his strokes. whiny moans left your mouth as heavy breaths left toji’s.

he finally spoke, making your body violently jerk underneath him at the sound of his voice. “don’t wake my son up.” his lips grazed the top of your ear while his hand was swaddling your throat as he bellowed what sounded like a threat into your ear.

he let go as you frantically heaved for more oxygen again. toji’s strokes were rapid and tameless, but you wouldn’t dare ask him to have mercy on you. he stopped momentarily, leaving your pussy vacant, to flip you over on your back, and didn’t hesitate to plunge his thick cock into your pussy again. his balls swung and slapped against your ass as he moved at an unnatural speed. “t-toji...i can’t...” you struggled to speak, your words almost inaudible. “too...fast,” was all that could be audibly mustered up from your drooling mouth.

he ignored your weak words and pulled you up so your chest was pressed firmly against his own, still plunging into your pulsating cunt with feral thrusts. one arm was holding you up in place and his other hand was squishing your tear-stained cheeks.

“how many men have you fucked in this bed?” he growled. he looked directly into your panic-stricken eyes that screamed the word “stop” in a million different languages. he loosened the grip on your face just enough for you to speak, but nothing came out. he sent an incredibly painful thrust into you that kissed your cervix, causing you to scream. your scream was cut off by his clammy palm covering your mouth. your muffled squeals vibrated through his hand and your eyes screwed shut as the balance between pain and pleasure started to become uneven. it was too much, too fast. you were too full, too fucked out. your mind saw double, feeling a mental freeze while your body continued to react pleasurably to the feeling of his cock ramming into your sopping cunt. “how many men have you fucked in this bed?!” spit flew from his mouth as he asked the question again. his voice was drowned out by white noise, but you could still hear his urgent question.

eyes dead, face losing color, you finally found a way to answer his question once his hand was removed from your mouth. “s-seven,” your response was slurred. you felt like you could pass out at any minute. sweat ran down the side of your face as cold as your body was.

your answer only made him angrier, driving him to send another thrust into you. you didn’t think he could go harder than last time, but he continued to surprise you, going past your expectations. soundless curse words were liberated from his lips as your cunt milked his veiny cock unceasingly. the pain was overbearing but subconsciously, you focused on the very little pleasure that was there as he fucked into your pussy ferociously. he was purposefully avoiding your g-spot, trying to keep you as uncomfortable as possible.

“i’m gonna cum in you...” he growled the words in your ear as if it were a warning. “did you let those men come in this pretty pussy?”

“no...” your answer came out as a whine, almost like you were annoyed by the fact that he was asking you so many pointless questions. “p-please...” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, you just had to say it. you sucked in a sharp breath as toji buried himself deep inside of you in a surprisingly careful way and his hot, sticky semen left your walls daubed white. you clenched your teeth, humiliated as the fluid gushed out of your cunt, too overwhelmingly full with his cock.

you couldn’t verbally or mentally react, but your body did, squirming in his hold until you fell on the bed. you fell onto your back, your head sinking into your pillows as his cock slipped out of your loose hole. you turned, laying on your side. your body was twitching uncontrollably, tears streamed down your face as you finally regained your full consciousness. you were full-on crying at this point, wishing he’d stop all of this right now, but wanting him to be able to unleash his anger on you. your eyes were shut so tight you could see colors and it only brought more pain to your already aching head.

toji looked down at you. you were in pain, distraught and fucked out. his pretentious disposition had slowly withered, his face growing soft. he had seen red for too long, ignoring how badly he was hurting you, but deep down he knew that you were letting him. he always admired how you were so willing, how you were so quick to understand someone else’s actions. while toji didn’t deserve your poor treatment, you didn’t deserve this either.

the tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. the smell of sweat and sex had filled your noses. the only sounds that could be heard was toji’s heavy breathing and your small sobs. not being able to see, you were shocked to feel a soft, sympathetic kiss being placed on your lips, cutting off your weeping. you opened your eyes just a bit to see toji laying beside you, giving you love the way he used to. this was a kiss you remember. it was gentle, but assertive. toji slid his tongue inside your mouth, searching all around it. your teeth strike each other occasionally as the kiss was sloppy and hurried. he leaned over your frail body, his hand caressing your legs gently, feeling up the plush of your thighs. he spread your legs open a bit, letting cold air hit your clit again, causing a moan to vibrate against his lips. you broke away to get air, a hot breath fanning over toji’s chin.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled. “i’m so sorry, toji.” as if to save you from another round of sobs, he immediately showers your cheek with insistent kisses as his hand inched closer to your warmth.

for a second you swore you felt his lips mouth the words “it’s okay,” against your skin. your assumption was confirmed when he repeated it with a broken voice as his thumb finally meets your swollen clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. his lips go down to your neck, your head ensuing, lifting up to give him more access. he kissed and sucked on your sensitive spots, giving tedious care to areas where he gripped your neck too hard. you grinded your hips with the very little energy you had against his rough thumb, melting from his touch. toji sat up and hovered over you, kissing, licking and sucking on your round breasts.

“you’re so sexy, you know that? you taste so good,” he compliments you for the first time tonight. you never realized how much you missed those words.

he knew he couldn’t penetrate you again, so he was physically trying to do whatever he could to show you he loves you. his actions were comforting, but confusing being that he spent majority of this time trying to cause you immense pain. you watched as his lips skidded across your skin all the way down to your clit where he pressed his tongue flat. your eyes fluttered, as you gasped. you gulped as your eyes lazily watched toji taste you.

he sucked on your throbbing clit, holding your restless thighs steady. he was slurping and devouring you like it’d be his last time. he moaned at how good you tasted, the vibrations of the moan sending your body ablaze. your hands tangled in his hair that was drenched in sweat. you gripped it, yanking him closer to you until his nose tickled your cunt. his tongue explored your walls that were clenching around nothing. he was gradually bringing you closer to your climax, your bent legs stretching out around him. he saw your face fill with desperation as his tongue flicked your clit over and over, moans flying out of your gaped mouth, your toe’s curling at the consistent feeling.

“oh god, toji,” you breathed. “don’t stop...i’m gonna cum.”

“good girl.” that appraisal came again.

you bucked your hips and he latched his lips on your clit once more, sucking hungrily as your lower body went numb, causing you to wail as you reached your orgasm. you saw white, eyes rolling to the back of your head and choked on your own, dragged out moan. your legs violently shook and cum leaked out of your overstimulated pussy. toji takes no time, licking you clean, breathing against your core as he enjoyed the taste of your cum.

toji brought his face to yours again, kissing you on your plump lips before pulling away. his soft eyes looked down at you, saying things that couldn’t come out of his mouth. your eyelids felt heavy and you couldn’t help, letting a wave of drowsiness take over you as your body slowly shut down.

toji pulled the comforter over your body and his own, pulling your sleeping body close to his as he planted a kiss on your forehead and buried his head in the crook of your neck as he held you in his arms for the rest of the night.

[echantedtoon]

Waning Obsession(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch6 To Which The Emotions Uncoil

(This will mostly be from Kokushibo's P.O.V. and spand over about a month.

EDIT: Spelling errors are corrected!)

The sounds of the peaceful town was delightful to his ears. After dealing with the annoyance of his city and dealing with months of death littered battle fields, a place like this was perfect for a break in the schedules. Like the last time he came to this town he settled down in the cabin in the woods near the exit of the village. The place like Y/n said was indeed abandoned. No one had lived in it for quite some time judging by all the dust and cobwebs settled into the walls. But that's fine. The home was still in decent shape and it sheltered him from the weather outside. So it would suffice. He's had worse living conditions before.

Things were going well.

His mother would be pleased with her gifts. Yoriichi would no doubt be married like he wanted, after all he already had their mother's blessing and even if their father disagreed with the entire situation, he had a single soft place for his wife. As long as she was so ill and fragile, their father wouldn't dare argue with anything that could possibly cause her stress. So more likely than not, Yoriichi would be able to fulfill his dreams. The peace talks although delayed looked promising and once his father was able to set a time to talk, perhaps this long useless war would finally end. News was that the head of the Kibutsuji Clan was ill and this might not survive until the end of this year which would leave his son, Muzan if he remembered the name right, the one who would take over. Rumor also had it that they were also tired of fighting so perhaps it will also finally stop.

Then he could finally go home for some well deserved rest.

Then perhaps he could finally focus on the duties he's been neglecting for so long. Being ready to take his father's place in the future. Taking over the care of his mother since his brother hasn't been listening to the doctors and making her rest. Finally get his territory back in order. Do something about the resource issue. Build his troops back up to standards.

But most importantly become married.

His prospective marriage was put to the side as soon as this war started three years ago now. Only a small handful of noble women and women whom his father considered to be high enough status had been brought to him (four to be exact) and none of the four women were anything he found any interest in. The first had been rather beautiful, but she had been rather vain and spoiled only ogling him and not so subtly seducing him or trying to just for his status. He dismissed her immediately. They were terrible traits in a wife, and a mother. The next two barely spoke at all and all they did was cower before him. Fear was bad traits to pass down to his heirs and he was tired of them not looking his in the eyes as he spoke. The fourth was actually not too bad. Nice and polite and managed to at least look at him when he spoke...but she was too naive. She literally didn't even get the fact he was a demon until he literally pointed it out to her. Ugh. He still remembered the moment she asked him.

"Why do you have six eyes? Is it a new medical condition?"

".... I'm a demon."

"No. Really?! I never would've known! You hide it so well!"

"....."

His children were absolutely NOT going to have...THAT as a mother. He was supposed to meet another woman but shortly after his land was overtaken in the far east where most of the valuable resources like meats and weaponry came from. It was almost a blow to their entire territory.. Almost. But he'd soon be meeting them again once this war ended. He'd find a woman who'd bring dignity and pass down strong traits to his children. Someone-

Someone who could be firm but calm. Doesn't treat him like a lesser being because of a single difference. Someone who worked hard and someone who had turquoise...eyes..

....oh ....

OH NO-

He was always quick to vanquish those thoughts from his mind. The sparking turquoise. He was only fascinated by the color. It was a rare color. One he hadn't seen before on anyone else. Man or woman. He just needed to get his head straight and focus on what was important. Which was his mother and then getting back to his post, which meant that he couldn't let obstacles get in his way. The girl needed to work. Her wench of a boss was in the way of delaying her work. Therefore logically the best course of action to ensure her best working pace would eliminate the obstacle in her way to eliminate the bigger obstacle in his way. Yes. That was the only reason why he threatened the old woman into treating her normally again. Surely. The old woman would think twice now before causing such headaches for her-..HIM and stop especially when he was around.

But to be sure he walked past the shop a few times to check on her the first week....HER PROGRESS. To check on her progress.

A quick peek through the window of the door they left open due to the summer warmth, had confirmed his theory. Everytime he gave a quick look, she always saw her sitting peacefully at the table with one of the six candles and a small metal pencil like tool working on carving into the wax. Her peaceful face and calm smile reassured him that everything was fine. At one visit the old bat caught sight of him looking through the door from across the street. Her face paled and as fast as her old legs could carry her, she ran for the back. Her sudden movements caught the attention of the working woman who's head turned to watch her boss flee before she then turned to peer out the door. Their eyes made contact. She smiled brightly at him and waved. ...He quickly turned his head and walked away. It'd be best if he didn't distract her from her work.

He did not bother coming by the second week. She'd be fine anyways. He'd be busying himself with training in the meantime and hunting for food. The forest nearby did have a few nice fat pheasants, and a decent fishing hole. If only the fields up east were this plentiful with food...Too bad this wasn't Tsugikuni territory. Hmm. That's a thought. He'd bring up the idea of claiming this part of land to his father later, after all there was a lot of beautiful-... BOUNTIFUL things here. It could aid their resources until they stabilized. However the home he was currently staying at would hold a surprise for him once he returned. He senses the second presence within the home's walls before he even got close enough to the the door.

Now who would be foolish enough to trespass in his temporary home?

The wild pheasant from his hunt was dropped to his feet with a thud. A hand gripping the hilt of a weapon. A woman's shriek echoed throughout the home as the door was quickly slammed open weapon aimed and raised. ... But then was lowered.

Turquoise eyes met six red and yellow ones.

"My prediction about you being troublesome proceeds itself." The long sword was slowly returned to its sheath with a small click. This woman was no threat. Even if she was very troublesome as stated before. "How do we keep meeting in the most inconvenient of ways?"

Large sparkling turquoise eyes blinked up at him from the floor. It was a woman. The same woman who was SUPPOSED to be working like he paid her to do, and yet here she was. On her knees with a scrub brush in her hands and a bucket of water next to her, near her also against the wall was a broom and a few other things too.

"What is your purpose here?"

"I-..I came to deliver a few things to you but you weren't here," she slowly spoke.

"Clearly I wasn't. What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm cleaning." She blinked at him like it should've been obvious to him.

"I can see that. Why?"

"Because I don't think it's fair for you to live in such conditions."...He slowly blinked. "This place was pretty filthy when I came inside. There wasn't anyone around so I..." Her gaze turned to the side and a hand shyly fiddled with the scrub brush in her hands. "I figured it was the least I could do after all your help. No one deserves to be forced to live in a dirty home."

The demon did not say anything but looked around the home. The cobwebs and dust was gone. What little furniture the previous owner left behind looked cleaned. And by the looks of her, she was almost done with the floor.

A sigh escaped his lips. "I did not ask you to do this."

"I know but I wanted to. No one made me. Just let me finish up and I'll show you what I brought with me."

He only sighed and reached out to pluck the pheasant back off the ground. "Very well. But next time I would like to be notified of your visit to me beforehand."

She chuckled. "Fair enough."

He sat to the side patiently watching as she finished with what she was doing before tossing the bucket of water out and then returned to him with a smile. "I'm so happy you're back! I think you'll like what I brought you." He remained silent but watched as she brought over a few things. A pillow and a semi thick blanket being the first things handed to him. "Here. I have extras. It'll be better than sleeping on the hard floor." He silently took them from her lightly surprised. "Here. I also made you some food. I figured you might be hungry."

A rather large bento box was also given to him. Upon opening it, he found a rather decent amount of cooked rice and a meat and vegetable dish he hadn't seen before but it all certainly was home made. He just..stared at all of this unsure of how to feel about it but she wasn't done gifting him things. She also gifted him some soap for use during his stay there and lastly-

"I also brought a few candles I finished."

Already? It's only been almost two full weeks yet she was done with a few? He silently continued watching as she reached into a pocket sewn into her kimono and brought out two of the candles he had requested. The other things were pushed to the side so he could slowly take the two finished ones from her soft hands. It was the blueberry scented one and the pink one that smelt like cherry blossoms. Each one had detailed work carved all around their surface. Rolling clouds floating across a blue waxy sky while their neighbor occupied Sakura flowers blooming so fiercely that he felt any moment real petals would come falling off their stems. Sparkling eyes watched anxiously as they were turned in his hands as six eyes carefully examined them.

"I-I started on a third. The design is simple so I'll quickly be done with another. ...Do you like them?"

He remained silent and still before a sigh left through his nose. "These are both acceptable." He nodded. "They'll do." She smiled brightly at him making him tighten his grip on the candles slightly. "How is your hand?" She blink. His head turned down to her hand. It was still bandaged so he couldn't tell how bad the wound was. But her eyes went even more wide as he reached out to gently grab it with surprising gentleness pulling it up to his eyes. "Is there any pain?"

Her eyes blinked before her face lit up a light pink. "Oh. It's healing W-Well." She gently pulled her hand away and he stays still.. slowly closing from the lack of warmth from her soft skin. "T-There's not really too much pain." Her eyes shyly looked away. "It just stings every so often."

"That's good. I trust you haven't had trouble from that man then?"

"Sabo?" Her pretty smile scrunched into a frown. "Thankfully no. He hasn't been around since you told him off, but it is curious. My boss seems to have changed her mind about my punishment."

"I suppose she's not stubborn enough to keep up the bluff...You should return back and finish the task I entrusted to you."

She had left soon after and he was left to stare at everything before him. The food, the sheets, the clean living space-...Is this what came with being taken cared of? Well he supposed that he was always taken cared of this way. The maids always took care of everything he needed and the cooks always provided him with food at a snap of his fingers. Or in more recent years he's resorted to hunting and forging for food during these last three years because of the war and slept wherever convenient. If he was lucky he'd be able to sleep on a soft patch of grass with a rolled up animal hide for a pillow. He never complained about it. He never saw the point of complaining, it wouldn't change a thing and only make him look like a fool. Everything was always either handed to him without question by his birth right or he had to struggle to obtain himself.

....It was unheard of for someone to choose to do this for him.

Yet...she did. She chose to cook for him. To clean for him. To care for him. He supposed it was just all out of thanks for helping her even if he did it unintentionally. The candles were placed to the side. The food smelt..good. Chopsticks were used to shove into the dish and slowly raised it too a fang filled maw before it disappeared within. It tasted..good. AMAZING. Perhaps it was only because he hadn't really had a home cooked meal for almost three years between the battlefield and home but it did taste delicious. Especially the vegetables and boiled beef. It was covered in spices and some kind of sauce he was unfamiliar with but he did enjoy it after eating plain roasted animals. ... Perhaps he should get her to cook the pheasant? No, no. She was already busy and he couldn't have anymore delays. He was already testing his father's patience with fulfilling his mother's request. A blanket was unfurled with a whoosh sounds..it was very soft and so doubt would keep someone warm. Spread onto the cleaned floor it went followed by a pillow just thrown down, and a body slowly sinking into it's soft surface. The pillow dipping to accommodate the head laid across it's surface. Six eyes stared at the ceiling free of cobwebs now. It had been so long since his body had the comfort of something soft to rest on.

It would be a nice change of pace.

Perhaps if she didn't have anything tying her down here or was married by the time the war was over, he should offer her a job as a maid in his estate. She'd certainly be a good addition to the staff. Hard working, focused, kind, caring, responsible, actually spoke to him as a person- Hmm. Or maybe she'd fit in better with the cooks? She could certainly make a good home cooked lunch. He could make her his own personal cook. Or maybe he'd make her his mother's personal maid. If she was able to care for that old wench so well then surely she'd care for his own mother better.

Or maybe...she could be his own aid.

Eyes closed banishing the thoughts from his mind. Turning his head to the left facing the empty old fireplace. He already had a few maids assigned to care for his room while he was gone to was. He didn't need another. Besides all of these were only based on a what if scenario if he actually decided to extend a job offer to her and only if she said yes. There was also plenty of other candidates that could make a better maid or cook than a woman he's only known for less than a year. There wasn't even any jobs that needed women in his estate other than a maid or cook..

Except for being a concubine.

The very thought of him having one disgusted him. He didn't see the point of having an endless amount of women annoyingly bothering him or trying to seduce him when he just wanted to get things done or have some alone time. It was too much hassle for something he didn't even need. However his father had suggested the idea of just having one for if nothing else just to bare an heir for him. He supposed it was a solution for his bloodline and would save him the hassle of finding a wife, but even so he'd need to find one that'd be a suitable mother so in the end it didn't solve anything other than he didn't have to marry her. He hadn't found any woman suitable for a concubine let alone a wife. What woman would do?

A brief picture of his ideal woman passed in his mind. A woman who smiled at him with wide sparkly turquoise eyes, draped in beautiful silks matching her beautiful soft eyes, her body adorned in the finest jewelry, her silky hair framing her gentle face, and soft lips letting giggles escape as she gave him a shy look with a smile gently holding his hand-

CRASH-

He sat up panting, heaving for air. A nearby vase was sent flying across the home making contact with the wall from a throw, leaving spiderweb cracks in the wood and clay pieces all over the once clean floor. His eyes blinked one by one as he stared at the mess, only now becoming aware that his free hand had sunk into the wooden floor splintering it. Silence sank in the longer the demon sat there slowly processing his situation and what had just happened...A slow exhale left his mouth before a hand rubbed at his face.

"Troublesome woman. AWAY WITH YOU FROM MY THOUGHTS!!"

Gods was he this starved from any real affection that his mind is tormenting himself with impossible scenarios with the first lady that showed him decency?! Sigh. Alright. First order of business after the war...Find a wife. He wouldn't allow himself to drag himself down to the level of a degenerate!! He decided to occupy his thoughts by going out and harshly training himself for the rest of the day to cleanse his thoughts.

He decided to visit her again at work about halfway through the third week. Not because he was concerned about anything, but he was genuinely curious if she had finished anymore of his mother's candles. The door was still left open considering the extremely warm summer weather, and sure enough he saw her sitting there in her usually spot but no signs of her boss anywhere. Good. A rest for the ears.

She didn't notice him standing in the doorway at first until his shadow fell over her making her pause and snap a look over her shoulder... before smiling. "Well hello! I wasn't expecting you to come here today. Are you in need of anything?"

His head slowly shook no. "No. I simply came to see your progress. The timeline you gave me is almost over."

She smiled brightly at him and gestured to two candles set to the side. "I have two others finished and a third one nearly done. If you'd like to see them, you may."

He was already reaching out for them before she even finished her sentence. She did pause though when he leaned over her to grab both in one hand, his soft bangs brushing against her cheek briefly before leaning back up to inspect the two candles set in his hand. It was the green mint smelling one and the darker blue one that smelt like his mother's violets. Vines reached out and swirled within the mint's surface blooming realistic looking leaves. Waves rolled and crashed throughout the blue ocean in his palms. Beautiful work.

A hum left the demon. "These are also acceptable. I will take them."

She smiled wider. "I'm glad you like them! I will admit, carving waves wasn't easy as I'd never done it before but I think I managed really well."

He hummed looking at the candles in his hands before glancing back to her hands. Her hand was still bandaged and it it was the peach scented candle. On it's surface was half a beautiful dove mid flight on its curved cylinder surface. This one probably wouldn't take too long for her to finish as it was a single picture instead of patterns all around it's sides. She started back onto it despite him still standing there watching. She seemed at ease despite the looming demon casting a shadow over her. Curious.

"...May I watch you work?"

She looked up at him surprised but soon smiled calmly. "Of course. I don't mind." Her eyes followed him as he slowly walked and chose to sit down to her right. He was still wearing that hat and moved his bangs to help hide his face. "Are you hungry? I made a pie earlier today."

"I do not want to interrupt your work only observe."

She was already getting up placing her tools down. "It's not a problem. Wait here and I'll be right back."

She left before he could even protest, blinking at her retreating form before a sigh escaped his throat with a shake of his head. She didn't have to and shouldn't have bothered but she did anyways. Ten minutes later she returned and placed both a warm red berry pie in front of him and a cup of hot tea with a smile.

"Here. You're probably hungry just walking around town waiting for me to finish."

"I busy myself by training constantly. Meditation also helps pass time."

He slowly picked up two chopsticks and the plate that was given to him. Hmm. Smelt good. When was the last time he had a pie? He gave it another smell, determined that it was fine to eat, and then just took the tools left to him to chop off a piece to lift to his mouth. The taste of sweet cooked berries, sugar, and the crunchiness of the crust filled his senses. All six eyes widened.

It was delicious.

His mouth despite his usual control watered as fangs chewed and swallowed.

"I hope it's alright. I haven't baked a pie in a while so it might not be as-"

She blinked as despite his usual composure and control, he dug into the delicious food. Bite after bite was had. When the sweet pie was already long disappeared into his stomach, it seemed to finally dawn on him on how rude he might've looked, he looked at her with slight embarrassment in his eyes about ready to apologize for his manners. To his surprise she was giggling holding a hand to her cheek.

"Well I never suspected someone would like my cooking that well."

"My apologies. I must've been more hungry than I realized. I'm ashamed of my rudeness-"

She waved him off. "It's alright. Eat slowly next time. You have a bit of berry on your face."

The demon blinked and raised an arm to clean off the wrong side of his mouth. The girl giggled again and just reached into her kimono pocket to pull out a napkin. He rubbed the side of his face and looked at his sleeve annoyed that nothing came off his face but paused when he felt something soft pressed against the other side of his mouth. The demon's eyes stared into turquoise ones, and he felt something stirring within his chest.

"There." He still didn't move as the plate was taken away with a smile. "If that's the case I'll get you another piece. There's plenty enough." She left again and two minutes later came back to him sipping on the tea she gave him. "Here." She said sliding the second piece in front of him.

He nodded. "I thank you. Forgive me for my behavior earlier. It shall not happen again."

"It's alright. By how fast you ate, it looks like you never had a pie before."

"I assure you I have. It has just been a while. Almost three years now."

She blinked. "That was about as long as the war lasted." Her eyes again glanced at his katana before she slowly sat down. "...Does that mean you fight in the war?"

He was quiet for a long moment before the cup was placed down and he again picked up the plate. "Yes but I don't like to discuss it with those who are not involved and who are innocent. It could only bring trouble...I would appreciate you do not tell anyone of this either."

She immediately nodded her head. It wasn't any of her business what he does and it doesn't involve her plus it wasn't her place to pry into his private life. They were acquaintances at best, and customer and employee first. Her hands silently picked up the candle again. Silence resumed for a while as he silently ate and she carved away on the candle. Eventually he took a moment to look at her.

"The owner is not here. Where is she?'

"My boss went to help her daughter-in-law with cleaning out her son's house today. So it's just me and you right now."

"Hmm. And has THAT man returned to bother you at all?"

"You mean Sabo?" His grip slightly hardened on the chopsticks. "No. He hasn't been back since you told him off thank the gods."

He relaxed. "Good... However I am curious on one thing. How did you come to work here?"

"My boss needed someone to help around her shop so she took me as an apprentice when I was a teenager and taught me how to make soaps and candles although she definitely has a knack for me being her maid too, but I would still rather work here than around drunk men at the inn. What about you?" Her eyes briefly glanced at him as she worked. "Why did you become a samurai?"

"It is an honorable family tradition passed down. I take pride in my path in life."

"You certainly seem to have the skill for it. How did you come to fight in the war?"

"Family duty. How did you come to carve?"

"I wanted to be a woodcarver but there wasn't any real opportunities for me to do that. I discovered that wax and soap was way softer than wood and I thought it would be good to practice carving on them so I can one day be a carver. It was just a hobby really but my boss noticed and she thought it would be a good addition to the store."

He completely stopped. "SHE thought it would be a good addition? So she didn't ask you if you were comfortable with doing it professionally?"

"No...Not really but I don't complain about it. It's still fun to do."

Disgusting greedy wench! If it was up to him, he'd arrest her entire bloodline! Unfortunately he needed to keep his cover and this wasn't his territory...Hmm. Asking his father to claim this territory sounded more tempting to him by the minute.

"I see..How is that candle coming along?"

She smiled again as she kept working. "I'm almost finished with it then I'll only have one last candle to carve for you."

"Perfect."

By the end of the day he walked out with three more candles finished and a small wrapped up pie she insisted he take with him to eat later. She just had one last candle to carve and then he'd be able to get back to his mother. She also seemed to be finishing a few days earlier than expected so he'll be able to leave sooner than later. On the last week of the month long time line she gave, he was meditating. Meditating with a head clear of thoughts until something knocked on his door. Six eyes snapped open. A hand instantly grabbing his weapon as his head snapped to the door.

"Kokushibo?," a woman's voice called from the other side. "It's me. May I come inside?"

...His form relaxed. Oh. What a troublesome woman. "You may enter."

The sliding door went open and the turquoise eyed woman stepped inside. In her hands was a small cloth bag and a pure white candle. "I finished so I thought I would come give it-"..She paused. Blinked. Before her face lit up a red and she looked away instantly. "W-W-WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?!"

His brow rose. "Because it is summer and very hot. I prefer to meditate without sweating. I'm not indecent."

"P-PUT IT BACK ON PL-PLEASE!!," She squeaked out flustered at the sight of his toned upper body visible.

An amused huff left his throat before he reached for the discarded haori coat. "I assume you are completely finished?" She nodded still looking away. "Excellent."

The coat was tied around him quickly as he stood up and walked over to her. She shyly looked up at him and seemed relieved to see him fully covered again. The rosiness of her cheeks were soft compared to her sparkling eyes and the shy stance she took looked so-

B E A U T I F U L

He shook his head. "Let me see the candle." She handed it over without saying anything. The smell of sweet vanilla filled the air as he grabbed it and saw dancing snowflakes across it's surface. "...This is acceptable. Your obligation to me is done...What is in the bag?"

She cleared her throat. "W-Well, I heard you were leaving as soon as I finished everything so I brought you something to eat before you left." She handed over the bag to him. "It's a few baked sweet potatoes. You can eat them here or while traveling."

He took the bag from her and brought it close to his face. Indeed he was able to smell the food she described. "Hmm...These will also be acceptable. I thank you."

"Oh it was no problem." She smiled sweetly as a fluttering noise erupted behind him. Something black stopping on a window. "I was more than happy t-"

CAW!!

She squealed out and whirled around. He calmly turned his head behind him. Perched on an open window sill was a complete black bird with a purple ribbon around its next. It tilted its head at him before opening its wings and flapping them.

CAW!!

It shrieked again at them making her blink. "A raven?"

"Messenger crow," he corrected. His mother's personal messenger crow. And around her leg was a decently sized note rolled. "Hello, Ebony." He placed the objects in his hands down before walking over to her. He reached out and the crow happily let him scratch her neck. "Were you bringing me a message? What a good girl you are." The crow ruffled her feathers pleased and held still as he untied the message from her leg.

"Oh she's beautiful." The woman next to him smiled at the bird. Ebony puffed up ruffling her feathers more in pride. "May I pet her?"

"Certainly. Hold out your hand. If she doesn't move, then she's allowing you to touch her." He pulled the message away and unfurled it. "If she backs away, leave her be."

He didn't pay attention to her as she reached out to pet the crow...nor did he notice when the crow suddenly hopped onto her shoulder. His eyes scanned the message his mother sent and-...Oh no. This was not any kind of good news. As he suspected, the peace talks did NOT go well. His father wanted him back as soon as possible. Yoriichi was also taking the opportunity with his father absent and marrying Uta at the end of summer. This message was also a formal invitation for his brother's wedding ceremony...Which he won't be able to attend because of his father's demands to come back and help him with the next upcoming battle.

....It would be improper to not at least give Yoriichi a wedding gift unless he wanted rumors to spread.

He looked back up but..blinked seeing Ebony perched on top of the woman's shoulder. She was happily thrumming as the woman gently stroked her head. "She's very friendly isn't she?"

"Not .. usually. I've only ever seen her let two other people besides myself hold her like that." Which was his mother and Yoriichi.

She giggled. "Then I feel honored to be in her good graces." She looked back to him. "What did the letter say?"

"..My brother is getting married soon."

"Oh. What does that mean?"

"It means I have one more job for you before I leave."

[spilledkauffie]

Newsflash

Pairing: Loki x FemaleTVAWorker!Reader Word Count: 1.5k T/W: just something cute A/N: finding Loki & helping him with the TVA transition

P.s. this is just for fun, I’m not trying to be technically accurate in how said abilities come about. This is just something I’m trying, we’ll see how it goes!

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The TVA was abuzz with agents running hither, thither, and yon to try and find the most recent Variant they had brought in. You’d already heard who it was and that he was giving everyone quite a time with his cooperation, or lack thereof. Walking down the dimly bright hallway, you sidestepped to avoid a team of hunters on their way to a new location. You smiled recognizing a familiar face jogging up to you.

“Have you seen him?” Mobius asked, only mildly frustrated; he never raised his voice, especially at you.

You smirked and shrugged, keeping your hands in your pockets, “I haven’t, but newsflash, I could’ve told you this was going to happen.”

“Yeah, well,” he said through gritted teeth, “it happened,” he added, stepping around you to meet up with a squad. 

Despite being assigned as only an agent, you had a special gift of being able to sense what was going to happen. Of course, the TVA loved it when they felt they could use it, but they also hated it, especially when you suggested something dangerous or out of the question to the authorities, reminding you that: ‘you aren’t a Timekeeper and cannot actually see the future.’ Which was true, you had to admit it as far as you knew your predictions and information was all off feeling, but there was something to be said for your feelings never being never wrong.

Coming to the room the Variant was last seen in, you looked left and right, entering cautiously. Sure enough, you had found exactly what you expected to find, Loki, alone with the Tesseract. On the sound of you closing the door, he startled, looking up and immediately defensive. You stayed where you were, not wanting to give the impression that you were there to intimidate. Loki eyed you up and down, he had to admit you were the most beautiful being he’d seen in a long time. 

“Looks like you found what you were looking for,” you nodded towards the cube at his feet. 

“This- this useless,” he picked up the Tesseract and gestured it around, nonchalantly. 

“Well,” you shrugged, “that depends who you ask, why you want it, and where you are, Loki. Oh, and when you are.”

He shook his head, setting the cube down again, “but here- here infinity stones are used as paperweights,” he tilted his head at you, “honestly, who are you people?”

“We’re the TVA, we-” you began, but stopped when he scoffed and combed his hands through his hair looking away. You bit the inside of your lip, wishing you could tell all, but no doubt you’d be fired for that. Approaching him, he glared at you, he was on the defense and you couldn’t blame him after what Mobius and the TVA had done in such a short time from apprehending him. 

“Have you been to see a doctor?” You asked, observing some bruises and cuts across his face, not from the TVA of course, that was the Avengers’ doing, but it was worth asking.

“What? No, I am fine,” he rolled his eyes, “I don’t need one, if I could use my powers, I could fix it anyway.”

“Fix it? I thought you were fine?” you tilted your head, still standing in front of him. 

He sighed, clearly exhausted, putting his head in his hands. Fingers gripping his raven hair. Approaching calmly, you sat beside him, with the Tesseract situated between the two of you. You looked at its mesmerizing blue glow, it was beautiful as they all were. 

Suddenly Loki lifted his head, soft smile as he looked at you, “Madam,” he began, and you raised your eyebrows, “you seem an intellectual individual, far smarter than any of your coworkers, you are far more beautiful than any,” he took a pause, “I believe there’s been a mistake, and perhaps,” he moved closer to you, making you look down, before back up, well aware of what was happening, “perhaps you could help them to see their mistake.” 

Quirking your lips, unable to deny he was very charming, you tried not to smile. Instead you put on a wince, “I’m sorry, I thought they told you,” you said very gently, making him furrow his brows, you lifted your shoulders, whispering, “magic doesn’t work here.” 

“Oh for-” Loki said exasperated, “that wasn’t magic!”

“No,” you laughed, eyes crinkling with your accompanying smile, “but that was laying it on pretty thick.” 

He exhaled deeply, “it wasn’t all a lie,” he admitted, perking a brow, glancing at the floor.

You stared at his neck for a moment, not in any particular manner, but another smile pulled at the corner of your lips. 

“What?” Loki almost flinched as he asked upon noticing your gaze, still figuring out what the TVA’s intentions were for him kept him on edge. 

“I just noticed you got the collar off,” you looked up to his eyes, gesturing to your own neck with a finger, “most people don’t even try, but it's quite easy, as you’ve found out.”

Loki straightened up, dignity returning, “well… I’m not some animal, I’m a-“

“A god, right,” you nodded, finishing his sentence. Swiftly Loki turned his head to completely face you, confusion was stricken across his expression, but then you smiled again, this time at him, were you mocking him? No, you sounded like you believed him. Why were you smiling? Your presence wasn’t like the rest of the TVA—

You leaned in closer to him, telling him in a whisper, “I never liked the collar either.”

“You- wh-,” he stuttered as you kept eye contact, clearly stuttering was not in his nature, he didn’t like being confused and scared, he didn’t like not having the upper hand, “what you weren’t ‘born behind a desk,’ bred to loyally serve the Timekeepers?”

You quietly laughed at the seriousness in which he used air quotes, shaking your head, “goodness you sound like Miss Minutes.” You met his gaze, “no,” you left it there for a while, he relaxed, dropping his hands. He was actually relieved to hear that you weren’t, and he wanted to hear more. 

“Go on,” he said in almost a question, with ‘please’ attached. 

Sighing, you complied to explain, “once upon a time, I got a little too interested in a Time Stone we had come in.”

“But magic doesn’t work here-“

“No, it doesn’t,” you looked over, meeting his eyes again, you enjoyed looking at them, “I took it from the TVA after they brought me in, I thought it could be my way out, but it backfired,” you quirked your lips, looking down at the ground, “too much pressure on it and. . .it shattered,” you paused blinking, “I was exposed to an energy I can’t explain and it gave me something I can’t explain, but,” you sighed, straightening up, “the TVA found me, reset the timeline, and took me back in for examination.”

“And what- now they hired you?” Loki asked, his tone wasn’t exactly soft, more shocked at their recruiting choices. 

You returned to the present, coming out of your own flashback, “now,” you smiled widely, “I’m of more use to Mobius than he’ll ever admit.”

There was silence, and you let it remain, assuming Loki had a lot to process. 

“Why are you telling me this?” he squinted. 

“Because you have power and potential that could change history, if only you-” 

With a sudden motion the door flung open, and Mobius, wary at first, made his way in. Upon seeing you, he let down his defenses.

“You found him I see,” he put his hands on his hips, a stance that almost made you laugh, at least internally, “didn’t feel the need to tell me?”

“I knew you’d get there eventually,” you nodded. 

“Unbelievable, Newsflash, actually it is believable and that’s the problem-” Mobius muttered to himself as he left to inform others that Loki had been found and detained again. 

“Newsflash?” Loki questioned, looking over at you, you just shrugged, “you sound like quite the handful yourself,” Loki actually smiled at you; you returned the smile, nodding to yourself. 

“Look, Loki,” you started, pressing your palms together, “Mobius has a lot of faith in you, and I know you don’t believe in trust, but we’re about to trust you very much,” you saw he opened his mouth, you waited, eyebrows raised as if asking ‘yes?’ but he silently answered by shaking his head, allowing you to continue, “I know you’ve seen and been through a lot today, I won’t lie, I was confused when I came here too, but this really is bigger than anything you could imagine. We need you,” you furrowed your brows, speaking from your heart, “more than you know.”

“Well, it’s nice to be needed,” He bobbed his head with a smile spreading further on his lips. “I believe you,” he said, soft eyes suddenly looking at you, “I just can’t- believe all. . .this,” he lifted a finger and made a circle, looking around, ”not yet anyway.”

You smiled, throwing him a wink, “give it time.”

[roscgcld]

RYOMEN SUKUNA || we will meet again

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her

proof read: N/A

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

Back in the day, when Jujutsu Sorcerers were at their prime, lived a Cursed Spirit who goes by the name Sukuna. Once a human Sorcerer himself, he had somehow managed to create himself into the Jujutsu world's most feared Cursed Spirit. He was dubbed 'the King of Curses' and rained terror over the human and jujutsu world; with super natural powers and a sadistic personality to match the title. Everyone who has crossed him shook in absolute fear.

That was, of course, before he met a particular princess.

She was a beautiful woman; the daughter of one of the then king’s favourite concubines. Born with the alluring beauty of her mother, and a heart of gold, it was hard to ignore her presence when she walked into a room. 

She was brought up in the palace, where she was given the title as princess; but she will never sit on the throne of the kingdom her father rules over. As only the King’s wife is allowed to bear the heir that will sit on the throne. She didn’t mind, she had never desired such power to begin with. Even if she was going to be married off to one of the many foreign princes asking for her hand in marriage, she didn’t care about titles. 

Since she was never destined to sit on the throne, her father had given her quite the freedom to do as she pleases. With all her free time, she tends to use it connect to the people of her kingdom; helping the needy during their time of need, always purchasing things from the local vendors and merchants that have travelled long and far. She is beloved by the people, and shines a light on the royal family that makes them more human instead of the godly image that is projected onto the royal family.

Anyone who meets her would fall in love for her - and apparently not even Cursed Spirits were the exception.

The princess have always love spending her time out in nature - horse back riding with a few of the guards in training, swimming in the river that her brothers love to hunt by, learning about the different plants and herbs from the doctors that go out foraging for medical herbs. So it came to the surprise to no one when Sukuna stumbled onto the princess by accident on the riverbed.

Sukuna had not expected to see any human about as he goes about his walk deep in the woods. It was one of those rare moments to himself where he does not necessarily have anything he needed to do on hand, and also the few rare moments where he does not have a mob of sorcerers up his ass. He was just enjoying the sounds of nature and the soft wind blowing against his kimono when he heard what sounded like a human's laughter coming from the river near by. At first he was curious, since no human usually ventures this deeply into the woods. At the same time, he had wanted to ignore it, since humans are just a pain in the ass to deal with even if they can't see you. However, there was something so alluring about that soft giggle that had him wanting to see just who this annoying brat was. So, without even him realising what was happening, his feet quietly walked towards the river and before he knew it, he had pushed the last branch aside to peek over at the river bed curiously. Sitting before him on a flat rock by the river was a woman with flowing hair, her small feet dipped into the running water below as her hands reached forward to play with a few of the fishes that swam by. The pink fabric of her furisode laid behind her like a pink halo, showcasing the intricate sakura trees and flowers that were sown into the fabric. The aura around her was relaxed and peaceful, and somehow just seeing her brings him a sense of peace. As if she could sense his stare, the woman suddenly pauses before she turns to look over her shoulder curiously; bright and seemingly glowing eyes meeting his red ones head on. Sukusa felt the world around him come to a stop as the eyes of the princess before him trapped him on the spot, causing him to loose all train of thought from before. "Oh - were you wanting to sit here too?"

"Huh?"

The casual way she just asked him that question definitely threw him off. The woman actually just lets out a soft laugh at his dry answer. "It's alright - we can share the space if you don't mind." She commented, a teasing tone taking over her voice as she patted the free spot beside her. "I promise I don't bite."

If she had known just who this man was, she might actually understand how ironic her sentence was. But Sukuna decided not to comment on it as he quietly makes his way towards her, sitting down at the spot beside the princess whose eyes had already returned to the river before her. "The water feels extra nice today. And there is more fishes then usual." She conversed with the man casually, causing Sukuna to wonder if she is pretending to be as dense as she is right now. "How are you so calm right now? I mean, do you see a 10ft tall human with four arms every day or what? Your reaction is sort of dull." 

The princess pauses in thought as she thinks, looking far too relaxed by his side. "I have always been able to see...odd things." She started off with a soft hum, glancing over at the man beside her with a soft smile. "I have asked people around me before, and after realising that I am the only one who can see them, I decided to ignore them." She admitted, running her dry hand through her hair softly. "But if I am being honest, this is the first time one has actually ever spoken to me."

"Well, I'm not the everyday curses." He said with a slightly proud tune in his voice, to which the princess beside him looks up at the taller man with interest. "Every day curses are small things, I am basically what people in my world call a Special Grade Curse." He continued, and for some reason, when he saw how her eyes were staring up at in him awe, he looked away with a light blush on his face. He doesn't even know what was about her that drags out these human-like emotions from him - he had never felt like this ever before.

"Special Grade Curse?" She echoes back with curiosity, to which the man beside her just nods softly as he leans back to rest on the free arms, the other two crossed across his chest. Suddenly she turned to face him, her eyes shining so brightly with excitement that it caused Sukuna to squint a little. "Can you explain just what you are to me a little more?"

One question was all it took to have Sukuna falling, and if he was being honest - he actually didn’t mind spending so much time on this little human. From sharing stolen nights in her bedroom in the royal palace, to sneaking out to just go to the riverbed where the met for the first time; they even spent time just wandering about his domain. It was actually during these small explorations of the world around them that created a special bond between the two.

For her, he was her escape from the restrictive and repetitive routine of royal life. For him, she was his utopia, a person he can turn to whenever he feels like just killing everyone around him. Soon though, these emotions sprouted into something deeper and more personal. It was jarring at first, falling for a human - but he knows that she was worth it all.

He remembers the way her eyes shone brightly with a constant look of innocence in them, yet she is mature and realistic enough to know that not everything is sunshine and rainbows. He remembers the way she carries herself, her warm and loving smile, how content he felt whenever she wrapped her arms around him. He loves the feeing of her soft hair that tumbles around her face in soft waves, how it feels like silk whenever he runs his fingers through them. How with just one glance, she can fill the void in his heart that he didn't know existed.

Yet they were never set to happy ending to begin with.

It was during just what started off like a normal day when the town the princess was in was suddenly invaded by a rival kingdom’s army. Their goal was to conquer and take over the kingdom with any means necessarily; meaning that the royal family had to go.

Uraume had entered his hideout, panting with wide eyes as they told Sukuna of the town now plunging into chaos. Within seconds the Cursed Spirit was up and sprinting towards the royal palace, great fear and anger gripping him from within. Entering through the destroyed doors of the grand palace, he ignored the screams of anguish of the others around him as he ran straight towards one of the buildings - the building where the royal sleeping chambers were located.

When he finally found her room, he felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest at the sight before him.

The once beautifully crafted shoji doors with panels decorated in a beautiful forest scene now laid in tatters, the furniture inside looking as if though a huge scuffle had happened. Rushing deeper into the room, he felt his heart sank to its stomach when he saw the splatters of blood leading towards the small room where the princess would sleep in.

Entering the back room, his red eyes scanned over the many splatters of blood about the room, the red handprints of the princess smeared across the ornate walls whilst the body of the princess laid on her futon; the sheets now soaked in blood. "No, no, no.." Sukuna managed out in horror as he quickly made his way to his lover's side, pulling her bloodied body into his arms immediately. "Flower, open your eyes. Please.."

Slowly her eyelids begin to move, and Sukuna felt his heart break when he saw how her now dull and tired eyes shifted to look up at him, taking a moment to truly process just who he was. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna mumbles out through a small voice as he pulls her closer, trying his hardest to press his hands against the gashing wound on her abdomen. Since the wound was inflicted by a non-sorcerer, there was no trace of cursed magic on her; meaning that there was no way he can save her to begin with. "I-If only I had known..."

"Shh...it's okay.." The princess whispered out in a soft but pained tone, her bloody hand reaching up to cup his tattoo cheek ever so softly. The familiar touch brought another wave of emotion through Sukuna as he tries to blink back his tears, pulling her closer to his chest as he shifted his posture so she was sitting in his lap. He barely even acknowledge his own kimono that was slowly being soaked in blood. "Y-You didn't know this was going to happen...no one did...don't blame yourself..."

With watery red eyes Sukuna marvelled at how even though she was on death's doorstep, she still tried to put on a smile for his sake. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna manages through a pained tone, tears now sliding down his face in thick streams whilst the woman just gave him a loving smile, resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't be.." She mumbles softly, forcing the man to look down at her as she gave him the same smile that had him falling for her from the beginning. "You know that...it takes more than this to get rid of me.."

The teasing words caused Sukuna to let out a soft and pained laugh, remembering the times where he would tell her how annoying she was whenever she would cling onto him and tease him relentlessly. He would trade anything to go back to those moments once more. "Brat.." He manages through his silent sobs, to which the woman just lets out a soft laugh as her fingers slowly traced along his features. For a few moments it was just silence, but the next time she spoke, Sukuna knew that the end was coming.

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

"I promise, my love." Sukuna mumbles back quietly, resting his forehead against hers when he noticed how much effort it takes for her to blink. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." He told her firmly as he presses a loving kiss on her forehead. "No matter how long it takes.." She echoes quietly, to which Sukuna just press a loving kiss on her head just as he felt her soft hand slowly slide down his chest, falling limply on her side.

For a moment Sukuna just held her against him, quietly crying into her hair. His entire world was in his arms, and just like that she was taken away from him. From that sadness came anger, and he soon found himself with the deep desire to crush whoever took her away from him.

Thus started the true rein of terror under the King of Curses, his anger fueling him to chase for bigger goals. Whilst he strive to rid of this world of dirty humans who took his flower away from her, he kept the vow that they promised one another - that they will wait for the other no matter how long it takes.

Because he had promised you so, and he’d do anything to keep that promise.

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[bnuyfrowns]

the official rant post for the treatment of nathan prescott and josh washington in their respective games and also by the fandoms. obvious major spoilers for life is strange (& before the storm) and until dawn.

i also want to preface this by saying that i am not excusing their actions. obviously the things they did were bad but i’m just here to provide a bit of background as to where they were coming from and why their endings shouldn’t have been as awful as they were. i’ll also make it so there’s a ‘keep reading’ bc this ended up being a very long post. 

there’s also links to videos/photos where i reference them where i could.

nathan prescott - life is strange

there’s a lot to cover here. so i’ll start with the situation from the beginning, where nathan can kill chloe. the gun was there for show, i think, and whether he actually intended to use it is up for interpretation. it’s important to note that he didn’t want to kill chloe, but i’m not excusing him of the fact that he physically kills someone. he only pulls the trigger, however, once she pushes him. this leads me to think that the trigger may have not been pulled by him consciously, but rather a muscle spasm. he has canonically has these, and we know this both from drew calling him ‘twitch’ when he’s bullying him, as well as one of the medications he’s shown to take being diazepam, which can be used to treat muscle spasms. once again not excusing him of murder, but this may have been what had happened rather than him just pulling the trigger for the fun of it like some people think.

then for everything else. nathan’s circumstances are very complicated. he had grown up with a very overbearing and controlling father, who even in adolescence seems to be still behind every decision that nathan makes and everything that he does. and horribly, this also extends to nathan’s medical needs. sure, nathan is receiving psychiatric help, but i wouldn’t consider it much help considering how much of it is controlled by nathan’s father. this is seen most evidently through the conversations that chloe can overhear at the hospital (sean being nathan’s father):

sean: why has my son been assigned to you? i never authorised that he be seen by- doctor: i was assigned because nathan was becoming quite upset- sean: so they sent a psychiatrist? because my son was upset? doctor: please mr. prescott. your son needs serious psychiatric help. sean: my son needs nothing from you.

doctor: sir, i believe your son is manifesting serious and alarming symptoms. allow me the chance to- sean: nathan’s already getting more than enough attention from one of you! i am fed up with these made up problems!

so nathan receives ‘help’ that doens’t help him all that much at all. and his meltdowns and behaviour are all covered up by his behaviour in order to keep up appearances. it’s no wonder that when nathan finds a father figure and mentor in jefferson, he’s pretty much willing to do whatever’s he’s asked. jefferson praised his work and treated him nicely (at least at first), and this support was something that nathan had craved for a very long time.

jefferson knew that he was manipulating nathan, he says it to max - ‘you used nathan’ / ‘i prefer the term “manipulated”. like with an image… nathan’s was easy to twist around’ - and he was more than happy to use nathan in order to get funding for his sick hobbies.

of course nathan’s involvement with everything cannot be ignored, he himself drugged chloe in an attempt to impress jefferson, and he was the one who drugged kate and brought her to the dark room, along with other girls that we don’t know about. however i don’t believe that nathan was the one to kill rachel, but rather it was jefferson who then blamed it on nathan. jefferson canonically blames another murder on nathan - ‘i’m sorry that i killed- that nathan killed [chloe] in self-defence’ - so who’s to say that he hasn’t done this already, and jefferson is our only source of information says that nathan had killed rachel.

then there’s the photo that nathan supposedly took with rachel’s corpse. first of all, i think it’s very unlikely that nathan took the photo at all considering that he was actually pretty good friends with rachel. this is evident both from the photo of the two of them seen in rachel’s bedroom, as well as how excited nathan had been when he had mistaken max for rachel in the diner. this was after rachel had died, and is a pretty odd reaction to seeing somebody that you had supposedly killed and then taken pictures with their corpse. also, in the photo nathan, in my opinion, looks pretty out of it, which leads me to think that maybe jefferson had drugged him too and posed them together.

it’s also extremely important to note that nathan was extremely regretful of his actions, with him saying in his voicemail to max, ‘i just wanted to say… i’m sorry. i didn’t want to hurt kate or rachel, or… i didn’t want to hurt anybody. everybody… used me.’ this confession of guilt around rachel could be explained by it being an internalised confession, in which he truly believed he was the one to kill rachel, due to his guilt or even jefferson making him believe that he had done it; or maybe he did kill her, we’ll never know.

but in the end justice is never served for nathan. he never gets to move on from his mistakes, to own up to them and have his redemption. instead, he is killed by jefferson, his abuser, in a situation where ‘the police will never find his body’.

josh washington - until dawn 

obviously a big point of this game is that all the characters are bad, they’re all assholes, none of them are very nice people (besides sam). it just so happens that these were josh’s friends, and were also the people that indirectly caused both of josh’s sisters to go missing and never be found again. josh, who is revealed to have had a history of mental illness since he was 11, is overcome with depression following these events, even attempting suicide at one point. at 20, he comes up with a plan to prank his friends, with the intention to scare them and make them feel panicked, ‘like his sisters did’.

it’s important to note that josh didn’t actually intend for this prank to physically harm any of the group (with the exception of when ashley is knocked out). when chris is forced to choose between killing ashley or josh, the saw is always rigged to go towards josh. and when chris is forced to choose between killing himself or ashley, the gun is filled with blanks and the saw is not actually able to reach them at all. it was all about making them scared, rather than actually hurting them.

also extremely important to note, josh is schizophrenic, but is neither properly diagnosed nor treated for this. he is receiving medication and treatment for mental illness, however it is only for depression. in the game he is shown to experience very vivid and very gory hallucinations including things such as his sisters corpse’s blaming him for their deaths - ‘why did you want us to die?’ - as well as walls seeming to move and breathe, and a dismembered pig’s head which comes out of the wall. he also hallucinates sessions with his psychiatrist, where his lack of touch with reality is mocked, and lines such as ‘you’re a sick fuck!’ are common especially towards the end.

his behaviour could also be associated with withdrawal from his prescribed medication, phenelzine, which he most likely stopped taking during the beginning of the game. he was also prescribed a dosage of this medication four times higher than the typical dosage. but as well as this, his schizophrenic symptoms were also completely untreated.

josh also genuinely believed that his friends would forgive him after the prank. he thought they would all laugh it off and go back to normal afterwards, he’s actually shocked when they’re all mad at him once he reveals himself. but his friends pretty much leave him for dead after this. he’s tied up and left in a barn where they were going to leave him until morning. when they find out that josh will most certainly be killed if left alone, only chris is willing to go and help him. but even chris doesn’t treat him well besides this. when being taken to the barn, the player can choose to have mike and chris punch josh, and chris can even hit josh on the head with a baseball bat, knocking him out.

and to top it all off, josh has only two possible endings in the game. he can either be killed by his own wendigo-turned sister, or become a wendigo himself. he cannot escape, nobody rescues him, and either way he’s pretty much left to rot with no chance of redemption.

that’s all. and thanks for reading if you got this far, this ended up being way longer than i thought it would be holy shit. also i’m happy to discuss any part of this with people :)