#trembling as i open my wallet with tears on my face

[luminiamore]

ghostface armin arlert x black witch reader

warnings: minnie is psycho & stalker ish, murder (not reader), possessive, mention of branding, minnie has a big d!ck!

a/n: i just wanna say that scenario is crazy, but it’s armin!!!

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New York City, renowned as the place where dreams come true, the city that never sleeps, but also, unfortunately, the city where danger lurks. Recent events have shaken the East Side with a series of gruesome murders, each marked by the presence of a Ghostface mask. Residents, be vigilant: lock your doors, stay armed, and avoid deserted alleyways. Let’s unite to ensure the safety of our beloved city.

Armin remained indifferent as he listened to the static emanating from the car radio, his expression unmoved. Tsk. As if that would save them. On that dark night, a vast moon cast its glow across the sky. A faint swoosh of cold water could be heard from the harbor directly beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. The cream-colored 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air he had stolen roughly 20 minutes earlier emitted a creaking sound before finally coming to a stop.

He forcefully shut the fragile car door before moving deliberately to the other side. With swift motion, he dragged the unconscious, thin man, securely bound in the passenger seat, onto the freshly laid cement pavement. Two sharp punches to the face jolted the man awake.

“Damn it!” The man grimaced, holding his now bloody nose. “Listen, I’ve got about a grand in my wallet. Just take it! Please, I haven’t done anything!” Armin listened to the desperate pleas, his oceanic eyes rolling in irritation. He contemplated shutting the man up with another punch. With a sigh, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards the edge of the dock.

“D’you want to know why you’re here?” Armin coolly asks, unfazed by the tears the man started dropping. His patience was wearing thin; just looking at his face made him itch to kill him.

“N-no! Please, I just started college! I have-” Armin lands another punch on his jaw, a resounding crack at his sheer force echoing across the empty dock. The man groans as his eyes twitch slowly, open and close. Armin crouches down, bringing himself to eye level with the man on the ground, his gaze fixed on the screwed-up, bloodied, frowned face.

“Does the name Y/n L/n ring a bell to you? You wouldn’t like the outcome if you lie, so try not to.” He asks yet another question with a flat face. The man looks up with a shaky breath; in fact, his entire body is shaking. He nods, trembling.

Armin gives a hum, “I thought it did. Do you remember the interaction with her just yesterday?” He calmly tuts, tilting the man’s semi-dislocated jaw as if examining him.

“L-Listen-” The man gets cut off again with a forceful grip on the same jaw. He cries out at the pain.

“Think about your next words, Porco.” His voice deepens by an octave, and Armin’s demeanor is noticeably less composed this time, his anger slipping beyond his control.

“I was high out of my mind, man! I don’t- I don’t remember anything!” The dirty blonde-haired man sobs. He was petrified for his life. Tonight, Armin wasn’t even adopting his other persona, Ghostface; he was acting solely as himself. He didn’t want the police to suspect —what could he even call her?

The woman he stalks every day? The woman he kills for?The woman who causes him to beat his dick red every night at just her aroma? The woman he craved incessantly, day in and day out? The woman he’s in love with? 

“No? That’s okay, I’d love to refresh your memory.” The moment Porco gazes up in desperation, his breath catches at the sight of a knife—the same knife he had seen on TV after the news reporter detailed yet another gruesome murder by the man in a ghost mask. Am I about to die? That same thought again and again was at the forefront of his mind; it was a broken record.

“You approached her pretty arrogantly, might I add. You tried to take her home, but naturally, she denied. You got upset,” Armin drags the knife slowly against the blue vein on his neck. Lightly grazing, barely applying any pressure to make a mark. He draws closer to the petrified man.

“You touched her.” He seethes. “But my girl is strong and pretty special, too. So, she handled you. I’m sure you remember that, there’s the bruise right here to prove it.” He applies pressure with the tip of the knife to a purple bruise on the left side of his throat. A slow trickle of blood falls down the inside of Porco’s shirt. 

“S-She already made me apologize, man. I don’t k-know how many times I can say sorry-” The sound of gurgling pierced the stillness. Armin, tired of listening, drove the infamous Bowie Knife into the man’s neck, then glanced to the side. 

The man feebly tried to grab Armin’s arm; he was nowhere near stronger, though, and once Armin twisted the knife, the struggle abruptly stopped. He pushed the knife deeper. Porco, too deeply penetrated, fell limp on the ground.

Armin paused, taking out his phone to check the time. ‘10:47’ Shit. It was almost time to check on his girl. He still had one more kill left before he saw her again tonight. He swiftly pulled out the knife from the dead man’s neck and kicked him right into the freezing water below. This was one kill he didn’t want Ghostface to be responsible for.

This next kill, though, he did. He strolled over to the classic car, retrieved the black hood and cloak with jagged edges, and draped it over himself. The ghost mask rested on the leather seats, its eyes fixed on him under the moonlight. With a slight smirk on his pink lips, he picked it up and disappeared into the night.

Quite to the contrary, New York wasn’t your birthplace. Your parents were esteemed practitioners of witchcraft in Cap Haitian, Haiti, renowned for their formidable abilities throughout the country. However, their prominence also drew numerous adversaries. When you were born, they resolved to shield you from the harsh realities of their world and allow you a childhood free from the burdens of survival. Thus, they made the decision to move to the mystical city of New Orleans.

There, they taught you their practices. Every day was dedicated to honing your powers, relentlessly training until you surpassed both of them following their passing. Despite possessing the ability to prolong their lives, your parents chose to embrace their human existence and concluded that their time on Earth had reached its fulfillment.

The pain was too bearing for you, and so you decided to move to The Big Apple. Impulsive decision on your part, really; you just wanted to get away. But your life in New York proved to be incredibly peaceful, your only concerns being your powers and the three cats you lived with. 

It started off being peaceful, but your beauty unfortunately came with repercussions, too. With senses finely attuned, you remained acutely aware of your surroundings, quickly detecting a figure shadowing your every move. At first, you believed he was stalking you with intentions of abduction, and though you suspected he was a killer, three months passed without him making any advances towards you.

It was a game. You noticed him watching you closely, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was aware of your awareness as well. Armin knew you wouldn’t address him first, and he was fine with just stalking you. But Armin was just a man. A man who got captivated by your beauty every time he saw you. A man who noticed that killing everyone who approached you would be a never-ending task. A man who made the consecutive decision to claim you instead.

Claims come in different forms, Armin knew that. He could brand you, permanently etching his name into your body so you knew you were his. He could mark you, letting the world know he was the only one who had the pleasure of painting your skin like a canvas. His favorite idea so far was to dump his seed past your pretty brown pussy lips daily. 

Would you let him? Who were you kidding? You were aware of someone monitoring your movements nearly around the clock, yet you still chose to wet your sheets almost every week with the help of your Rose toy. He’ll make sure to punish you for that. The only time he ever wanted you to come was with him. You even leave your windows open as if inviting him to perform such a task. He knows you’re not stupid; your actions had a purpose.

You sat on your silk cream sheets, arranging your supplies and ingredients for another round of setting up a protection spell. The lavender and rose sage aroma filled the air, leaving a potent scent of smoke in the background. You were genuinely fatigued from constantly performing various iterations of the same spell each day. Why weren’t they working?

Black salt, Rosemary, Cinnamon, Bay Leaves, Mint, and Sage ashes. With the black salt, you draw a circle around you and light tall black candles in the dim light of your room. You start chanting. 

Elements of the moon,

Elements of the night,

Come this way

And grant me with your might.

Powers of night and day,

I summon thee,

I call upon thee,

To protect me.

So shall it be.

The flames coming from the candle become stronger, whooshing rapidly. An unseen gust extinguishes the flames and sends the sand you placed around you swirling into the air. Huh? That wasn’t supposed to happen. That shouldn’t have happened. Why the fuck did that happen?

As rustling outside your window catches your attention, you glance sharply but see nothing. Returning your focus to your sacred space, you raise your hand, ready to relight the candles, only to be halted by a gentle yet commanding voice.

“You look pretty tonight, Y/n,” Armin catches your attention as he stands from behind your closet door. You had yet to spot him. You understood the importance of maintaining composure and clarity in moments like these. The awareness of being followed had long been present, ever since it began. The protective spells were intended to deter him, yet frustration mounted as they proved ineffective against his persistence.

Armin wasn’t really thinking of any of that; rather, he fixated on how the red robe you wore accentuated the curves of your ample chest. The way you knelt emphasized the softness of your thighs, he wanted to drown in between them. 

“Come out. You’ve stalked me enough,” Your honeyed voice calls out. You survey the room, your gaze shifting from the cabinet housing your altar to your queen-sized bed and then to the wooden door of your walk-in closet. Your gaze settled on there a few seconds longer before shifting away.

You hear a small chuckle, and your frown only deepens, “The fuck is funny?” You’re about to get up from your position on your carpeted floor, only to be stopped by a large hand on your shoulder. When did he even move? Armin sits on the edge of your bed, eyes taking in every inch of you. When he firmly presses down to keep you still, your breath hitches.

You sense his presence drawing closer, the fabric of your silk robe brushing against him. Though you didn’t know what he looked like, his energy alone had you on the verge of surrender, prepared to relinquish control of your mind to him. You always knew you weren’t normal. After all, you are a witch. Getting sticky from a man that smelled like Baccarat Rouge 540 and commanded attention from just aura alone, though? That was beyond you.

“Relax, love.” He whispered gently in your ear, as if not to scare you. You were anything but. Your nerves were racking up in a different way, and small tears of sweat were forming on the inside of your pressed thighs. You had no panties on, and when Armin leaned down into the crook of your neck to smell you, his eyes caught sight of this.

“E-excuse me? Nigga if you don’t-” You continued to resist and shuffle out of his grip, and Armin understood the reason behind it. Your pride stood as a barrier to your surrender, but he remained undeterred. He’ll break you soon enough. 

He silenced you abruptly with a firm grip on your delicate throat. He couldn’t afford to lose his cool with you—not unless he was fucking up your insides. You weren’t in control here. And the problem was, you still thought you were.

“That’s wasn’t nice. Be nice, Y/n.” He squeezed tightly, restricting your airway a bit. You knew you weren’t normal when you felt a long trickle of your slick slip down the side of your soft brown flesh at the action.

“I want you, y’know? I think-” He pauses and sucks in a breath when he brushes his nose right against your sweet spot. You shudder. “I think I like you?” He seems confused himself, Armin really never felt this way before. He couldn’t even describe precisely what he was feeling with accuracy. Infatuation? Obsession? Devotion? He doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he would gladly offer you the world on the finest silver platter if you so desired.

“I’d like to show you. I want to give you everything I’ve been feeling for the past three months. Let me, baby.” He tilts your head in his direction, your lips a hair away from each other. When you steal a glance at his face, your slick only gets heavier. Fuck, he was pretty. His porcelain face is adorned with small dried splatters of blood, his oceanic eyes framed by long, hooded lashes, and his medium-length blond hair gently brushing against your cheeks.

This wasn’t a good idea, you knew that. Armin couldn’t share the moral compass you thinly held onto because he was just so consumed. He was entirely taken by you, believing that you might have staked a claim on him before he had the chance to do the same to you.

Any doubts and moral compass you held vanish through your half-opened window as he tenderly presses his pink lips against your full ones. Initially gentle, as if testing your response, he gradually presses harder when you offer no resistance, deepening it with intimacy.

You gasp when he squeezes your throat once more, allowing him to slip his skillful tongue into yours. The force of his kiss caused you to moan out in slight desperation. He smiles at this without pulling away from your addictive lips. He presses into you even more.

The way you gave in so easily felt completely out of your will, this wasn’t like you. You usually had more self-control, but before you even caught a glance at this man, he had you captivated. There was something about him, the mystery he held, the danger that clinched onto him just by breathing. It made you curious, eager to know more about the man who didn’t bother to hide his intense desire for you. And you alone.

Armin had a reputation for his patience, remaining consistently composed and collected. But, you and your perfect face had a way of unsettling him, causing him to act out of character with every move you made. He was keenly aware of this, finding himself compelled to do things for you that he had never considered doing for anyone else. Tonight, he learned that patience might not be his strong suit anymore.

Your skin felt like it was being electrified as his right hand traced a slow path down your body. Starting from your neck, trailing down to the center of your chest, and finally arriving at the fat of your pussy. You almost instantly grind against his middle finger, wanting him to do more. 

He noticed of course, he noticed everything about you. “I want you to beg, baby. Can you do that for me?” His whisper makes you shake in anticipation. You were wet, dripping all over the fabric of your carpet.

“P-Please-” You abruptly cut your whimpers off, realizing something that had completely slipped your mind: you didn’t even know his name. You snapped back into reality in a split second, struck by this realization.

Once more, he noticed. “It’s Armin. Moan it real pretty for me, kay?” The way he knew what you were thinking made you less hesitant to give him what he wanted you. What made your control slip was when he slid his finger down to the top of your sopping clit and rubbed lightly, enough pressure to make you squirm. He liked teasing you.

“S-Stop teasing- Ah!” He shuts you up when he presses two fingers harder, his rubbing making tight circles. Your breathing starts getting heavier at the bliss he’s making you feel.

The blonde asshole only smugly tutted at you, “What was that? I didn’t hear you beg, Y/n. Come on, you’re a smart girl.” 

He was teasing as if his heart wasn’t beating outside of his chest, just being this close to you. He was internally scrambling at how your slick was so much it fell off his fingers. He wanted to taste you. He wanted you to beg so he could taste you. 

You would’ve kept quiet, not feeding into his antics. But, he made you feel so.. good. The way his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, not quite going inside your tight walls. His rapid kisses all over your face and down your neck. The way you could feel his print, pressing heavily on your silk fabric. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please just- Shit. T-Touch me, Min.” He groans and exhales sharply at the name your blank mind mustered. Min. You called him Min.

Without warning, Armin hoists you up from the floor and gently places you onto your ice-cold sheets. Lying on your back, your red robe barely clung to your brown skin. You were completely exposed to him, your freshly painted white toenails grazing his shoulders, your soft thighs spread so that sticky pussy was on full display for him.

You must’ve been an angel or a goddess that he’d gladly worship. He could make a religion out of loving you, you were just that enchanting. He leans into your inner thigh and presses a kiss. It burns your skin. He presses another kiss, this time on your twinkling pearl. You jolt.

Maybe teasing wasn’t the best option for him. His erection was painfully hard in his black sweats, his impatient longing hidden from you as he bucks on the edge of your bed. You were too busy choking out pitiful cries when his lips latched onto your sweet nectar. “Oh, fuck!”

You started to feel hazy, your heart pounding and your brown eyes dazed at all the attention he was giving your pussy. Your hip began to spasm and twitch when he sucked harder, teasing your creamy opening with his long finger. 

“Say my name, mama. You remember it, right?” His husky plea fills the air. This time, you didn’t hesitate to let anyone within a 5-mile radius know who was eating you as if he starved himself all day just for this.

“A-Armin- Oh shit, Min! Please, more!” You sob, begging him to drench himself in you. He obliged, more than happily. He was at your disposal for the night and many more to come.

His ring and index finger find themselves nestled deep in your core. He stimulates your sensitive parts fast, quickening his pace inside of you. He relishes in the loud cry you make, latching on your pretty clit again. He knew how messy you could get, I mean look at how you were leaking. You had to be tired of changing your, no doubt, expensive sheets when you ruin them like this.

You felt a burning pressure in your gut, were you coming already? Armin answers your thoughts for you. His movements speed up, and the sounds of light smacking from how deep he was penetrating your g-spot echoed in your room. Your back tries to arch off the bed, the pleasure becoming too much for you. Armin makes you take it, pressing his large hand over the pudge your stomach made. You squeal.

“Fuckk,” Your moans get dragged out when a clear sprinkle of your cum escapes you. You were in a frenzy, the loud, lewd squishing sound of your pussy filling your ears. It was like a dam bursting, and what kept your eyes permanently in the back of your head was when he didn’t stop sucking. How could he? It was like you tasted better when you came, and Armin wasn’t a fool. He was determined to not let a single drop go to waste.

He removes himself from your lips with a resounding pop. “I’m going to fuck you now. So, don’t run.” Your eyes widen at his statement, your jaw almost dropping at his sheer size when you realize his sweats are carelessly scattered on the floor. There’s no way that’ll fit inside of you.

Armin knew what you were thinking, he surveyed the way your eyes wandered around nervously. He grasps your chin and plants a gentle peck on your slightly pouting lips, intertwining his fingers with yours to calm your nerves. 

“Breathe, mama.” He softly grunts. His kisses start getting heavier, blocking you from letting out a loud scream when he pushes into your weeping walls, inch by inch. He was making sure you felt everything, every vein, as he penetrated you. He blesses your ears with a breathy moan, caught off guard by how fucking tight you are.

He had to remind himself to breathe. Your muffled moans against his lips consume him, making his entire body tremble on you. You were being pushed to your limit, and Armin only paused for a second to let you adjust before his animalistic tendencies got the best of him. He wanted to fuck you up, bad.  

His hips begin to snap against your twitching legs at a desperate pace. The position he had you in was honestly mind fucking. Your thighs were firmly pressed to your chest, his hands caressing the balls of your unusually soft feet. Was everything about you so smooth? So beautiful and perfect. He answered his own question when your frantic mewls got louder. Yes.

Your pussy was dripping all over his chest, all over the fat cock rapidly pushing in and out against your cervix. Your pretty tits bounced under him, matching the forceful thrusts he fed you. They looked too... bare for his taste. He wanted you to be covered in his love marks, he wanted to make it impossible for you to remove them. He leans down, somehow pressing your shaky thighs closer to your upper body.

His wet tongue laps around your dark areolas, biting and pulling at them with his teeth until you push your hands into his hair and pull hard. Armin becomes drowsy, losing himself in the comfort your body gave him. He sucks and bites on the fat of your pretty tits, leaving behind deep purple bruises.

Was this heaven? You thought you saw the pearly gates as he continued hitting your G-spot with extreme accuracy. Every deep thrust he made you take caused you to let out helpless, euphoric shrieks. You press your hands against his rock-hard chest, running away from the pleasurable torture you are receiving. 

Well, you were trying to. You’ve convinced yourself you couldn’t take it, but Armin knows you can. So, why are you playing with him?

Armin grappled your wrists, pinning them above your head, and sucked his teeth, “You don’t listen?” He heatedly addresses you, trying so hard not to fill your perfect cunt with his seed. 

“Why you running, mama?” He questions you softly as if he wasn’t splitting you in half with his girth. He listens to your jumbled screams with a sly smile, pressing a delicate kiss right next to your diamond nose ring.

“I- I can’t, Ouuu shit Min! Can’t take it- Oh god!” Your sweet voice wails out. He makes a tsk sound, and to prove that you can take it, Armin reaches a hand down your stomach. Not once stopping his merciless rhythm, he rubs your engorged clit, desperate to see you cum again. You keen, and in an instant, your sweet juices spray all over him, your creamy essence coating his cock. 

“See, there you go. Fuck, you wanna take my cum, pretty? Want me to fill you up?” He deeply murmurs in your neck, sucking lazily. Your body falls limp against him. He was so close, so close to showing you just how much you have an effect on him. You nod frantically, mind not even on planet Earth as he overstimulates your now bruised pussy.

“Please, Min! I-I want it!” 

How can he deny when you beg him like that? When you gaze up at him with tears in your eyes, as if he’s your sole lifeline. You look at him as if he’s your deity, as though you can’t exist without him. You’re almost sure that after tonight, you can’t. His thrusts start getting sloppy, his hips stuttering as they leave a resounding slap against yours. Armin tenses and whimpers pathetically in your ear, unable to take the ecstasy your wet cunt made him feel. 

He gives you everything, all his cum, all his passion, and pumps in and out of your warm hole slowly. He shudders, his eyes clouded with pure infatuation as he leans down to force you into a nasty kiss. The kiss was incredibly messy; Armin seemed to be devouring you, with saliva escaping both your mouths as he began sucking on your tongue. When he notices you sucking in heavy breaths, he pulls away from you.

Armin pulled out of you, watching as his cum overflowed out of your sobbing slit. What a sight. He flips you over, on your stomach this time. You let out a long whine when he presses your back into a deep arch. What is he doing? His following words cause your breath to catch in your throat.

“You didn’t think we were done, right? Ass up, mama.”

[bingwriterxo]

emergency

pairing: vada cavell x reader

summary: in which vada goes through a troubling time

warnings: none

word count: 500+

author's note: i think crack-fic-vada is my favorite thing to write

Vads <3 (8:16pm): SOS

Vads <3 (8:16pm): 911

Vads <3 (8:16pm): SOS

You glanced at your phone, annoyed at the incessant vibrating while you were trying to study, and your eyes widened when you saw your girlfriend’s texts. You scrambled to answer her, anxiety flooding through your veins.

You (8:17pm): whats going on???

You (8:17pm): are u ok???

Vads <3 (8:17pm): get over here asap.

Vads <3 (8:17pm): pls im gonna cry

You shot out of your chair, didn’t bother with grabbing a coat or your wallet or your keys as you rushed out of your room, and nearly tripped down the stairs with your speed. You slipped your shoes on quickly, called out to your mom to let her know you were leaving, and then slammed the door shut behind you, breaking out into a sprint.

Vada lived a mile away, on the other side of town. Your lungs stung and your legs burned as you ran, not stopping for a moment, even when you felt like your body was going to shut down on you, even when you swore you were tearing a hole in the sole of your sneakers.

You bounded up her front steps and practically face-planted into her door before pushing it open, knowing the Cavells never kept it locked.

“Vada!” you called, hastily making your way to her room. “Vada, I’m here!”

You didn’t knock. You just barged into her room, and then you stilled at what you saw. It looked like a tornado had blown through her bedroom: her blankets were hanging off her window sill, her pillows were strewn around the floor, her books had all been pulled off her bookshelf. She sat in the middle of the disaster, on the floor, her knees pressed against her chest and her face burrowed in her arms.

“Vads?” you asked, careful not to step on any of her belongings as you ventured further in. She looked up, her eyes wild and wide, her breathing hard. “What’s going on? What is it?”

“I--" She inhaled sharply and clenched her eyes shut. You swore her lip was trembling as you knelt beside her, a hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “I--”

“It’s okay, baby. You can talk to me,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice calm. You glanced around the room, wondering what could have happened to make Vada explode like that.

She looked at you, took a deep breath in, and then all at once said, “I lost my vape.”

You froze, disbelief settling in your stomach. “You--you lost your vape?” It took a moment for the statement to process in your mind, and once it did, you shook your head. “You texted me ‘911’...because you lost your vape?! I thought you were dying!”

“Baby, I am dying,” she argued. “How am I supposed to live without nicotine?”

“You’re the worst. You know that right?” You sighed and stood, extending your hand for her to take. “C’mon, let’s go to the smoke shop. I’ll buy you a new one.”

Her eyes lit up, a grin breaking out on her face. “Really?” She grabbed your hand and hoisted herself up. “Yay!”

She skipped out of her room, leaving you standing in the middle of it. You sighed as you looked around a final time. “Un-fucking-believable.”

bonus: when you and vada returned from the smoke shop, her vape safely protected in her pocket, and you walked into her room, you paused.

“vada…”

she hummed and looked at you. “yeah, babe?”

you pointed at her desk, where a familiar object sat out in the open. “is that your old vape?”

“...oops.”

[thehusbandoden]

You Flinch During an Argument -Midoriya Izuku

A/n: Finally it's done T^T. Literally I think this is attempt 6 and I still don't like it compared to the others </3

Izuku angst is definitely not my strong suit :')

Hope you enjoy it <33

Info: angst to fluff/comfort | 589 words

Warnings!: Mention of arguing, flinching, and crying. Please let me know if I miss any <3

Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi

Izuku's world crashed as he saw you flinch away from him, body trembling as your hands stayed close to your chest.

That's when he noticed that Full Cowling was activated. Horror shook Izuku to the core as he stared down at his activated quirk.

'Y-y/n I- I-" Izuku muttered, eyes tearing up as he looked at your shaking form.

"I-Izuku can you just- let me be alone please- I.. need some time alone."

Izuku shakingly nodded as he made his way to the kitchen, tears falling down his face as he slid to the floor, staring at his arm lividly.

~~

After texting Izuku that you were going to a friend's house, you got your phone, wallet, and keys before heading over to your best friend's house; Mina Ashido.

~

Stepping out of the car you make your way to Mina's apartment, knocking on the door.

"Coming~!" Her cheerful voice called, already starting to calm you down.

As the door opened Mina immeditely noticed your mood and smiled at you knowingly, pulling you into her apartment before shutting her front door.

"Did you and Midoriya san get into a fight?" Mina asked, pulling you to her couch before heading towards the kitchen.

"Yeah.. I put myself in danger to help him and he got really mad, we argued and then his quirk set off- and I flinched. I wasn't scared of him per say, but I was frighted by the sudden appearance of his quirk.. I told him I needed to be alone, and then texted him that I was going to a friends' place." You whimper, snuggling into the decorative pillows of Mina's couch.

"Aww I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. I just thought some space would be good and wanted to talk to a friend.."

"Well I'm all ears! Talk to me all you want~!"

"Thank you.. what are you doing in the kitchen by the way?"

"I'm making cookies for you~!" Mina giggled, causing you to genuiningly smile.

"You're too sweet." You smile, yawning at your sleepiness.

"You can go to sleep if you want to~. I'll put the cookies away. Well there's the couch, you'll always have a spot in the spare room, and if you want to you can sleep in my bed so you're a lot more comfortable."

"Thanks.. I'll just sleep here.. it's so cozy."

"Okay, sleep well~!"

"Mhmmm"

~~

It was around two in the afternoon when you made your way back home, already feeling a lot better due to Mina's brightness and input.

Walking in, you were quite suprised to see Izuku asleep on the kitchen floor, tear stains marking his freckled cheeks.

Leaning down to his level, you shake him gently, not wanting him to be even more sore for work.

"Zuku baby, you need to get off the floor." You coo, brushing his fluffy hair away from his face before stroking his cheek lovingly.

"Five more minutes.." Izuku grumbled, causing you to giggle softly.

"Okay, you can sleep more but you need to get to bed, or the couch at the very least."

"Cuddles?"

"Yes cuddles!" You giggle, causing Izuku to peek up at you, looking up at your face through his lashes.

"Wait... last night I-"

"Shhh we can talk later."

"But-"

"Please, just cuddle me."

~

After your nap you both had a discussion about the argument, and talked about you risking your life civilly.

After figuring everything out you shared a long embrace, lots and lots of kisses, and close to a thousand 'I love you's.

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Keep A Part Of Me

Nanami x Reader

Warning: Sad, Unedited.

Yuji was trembling as he held the box in his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and utter a silent prayer, hoping that he'll wake up from this nightmare and see another reality where the Shibuya Incident never happened.

Everyone who was present at Shibuya have prepared their last will, and messages for their loved ones in case that they won't be back. Sadly, Yuji had to be the one to deliver Nanami's last message because he promised to do so.

Yuji's footsteps were heavy as he opened the bakeshop's door. He ignored the "Sorry, we're closed." sign and went straight in.

You were cleaning the bakeshop when you heard that somebody walked in. You sighed, sometimes people don't really get the sign "closed". When you rushed to see who walked in, you saw a pink haired teenager carrying a small box in his hands.

He looks miserable, the poor teen still have some bruises and cuts and his eyes looks like he's seen more than what he should've. You have a soft heart for youngsters, maybe it was because you had a younger sibling who had passed and seeing a young boy like this one looks broken just makes your heart tight.

"Hey, I'm sorry but we're already closed." You started, "But I can still give you something, what would you like to have?" You asked him sweetly.

Yuji gathered all of the courage he could gather at that moment to step towards you and hand you the box. Before you could even talk, he went down on his knees and cried.

"I'm so sorry but I have to deliver this for Nanamin."

You froze upon hearing your boyfriend's name and your knees gave up, Yuji was able to catch you and helped you to sit on the chair nearby.

"W-What do you mean? Where's Kento?" You asked, your voice shaking as you look at the box in front of you. A part of you already knows, you've always known that this might happen, but you can't believe that this is the reality now.

You know about your boyfriend's job as a sorcerer, you don't understand a thing or two about it but all you knew is that it's dangerous. Kento would go home with bruises sometimes, but you didn't mind, you were worried but as long as he comes home alive, you can deal with it.

"Nanamin fought bravely until the end. A lot of lives were saved because of him." Yuji said. He has no idea how to say it straight. How he can make you feel better, how he can say it in a way that won't hurt but he knows that's not damn possible.

Tears escaped from your eyes before you even knew it. You were crying like a child in front of a stranger as you hugged the box that he gave you.

Yuji was crying as well, he couldn't do anything to make you feel better because there's no way he'll feel better about this too.

You opened the box and saw some of Kento's belongings, his tie, his phone, his wallet, a letter and a velvet box.

The first thing that you did was unlock his phone, you're his wallpaper and his lockscreen. You opened his video folder and saw a recent one.

You played it and your heart broke when you saw his face on screen.

"Hi my love, I would never want you to watch this video. Not at all, but if you're watching this...that means I failed to keep my promise to you." Kento removed his glasses and fixed his tie, smiling sadly at the camera.

"I didn't want to do this, you know? But I need to leave something in case my luck has run out." He sighed and paused, breathing heavily as if he's fighting back his tears.

You held the phone tighter when he looked straight at the camera with teary eyes. "I wanted to spend all of my years with you. To come home and smell the cookies and cake that you're baking, and see that smile of yours." He smiled bitterly as he clenched his fist.

"I will do my best to come home, safe and sound. So I could kiss you and keep you in my arms, but if I don't...forgive me my love."

Yuji's heart was breaking every moment that he listens to Nanami's voice and while watching you break down as you listen to his message.

"If you're watching this, god, I truly hope you wouldn't have to but if you do. I'm so sorry, forgive me for the pain that this will cause you my dearest."

You could see that he couldn't continue, you know he didn't want to record this at all. But apart from that you see the fear in his eyes and you could hear the worry in his voice.

"This will be my last mission. If I survive, I would lay my weapon down and live the best of the years with you." Nanami smiled at that thought, that's the plan, this is one last fight till he finally rests and live without the fear of not making it home to you.

"However, if fate decides to be cruel. I want you to move on. Take the tiny box and open it, love."

You did what he said and your heart was broken even more into tinier pieces if that's even possible.

There was a golden ring inside the box with your birthstone on it. Your eyes went back to the screen and you see Nanami smiling sadly. "Keep this ring as a sign of my devotion to you even in the after life." He chuckled, biting his lower lip as he looked at the camera.

"Please find someone else and get married. And my wish is that you use this ring so that even if I didn't have the honor to marry you, a part of me would still be with you. But if you don't wish to, please keep it for me and look at it to remember me."

You wore the ring and kept on watching his message.

"I love you and I want nothing but your happiness. So please don't cry for me, I want you to smile whenever you remember me because I would never want to be the reason of your tears."

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Are you safe with me

Warnings: Implied/referenced rape/non-con, sexual assault, angst and hurt/comfort, assault

Word count: 1.5 K

Pairing: Diana Prince (Wonder Woman) x Fem!Reader

Prompt: R has just suffered a trauma

Requests: OPEN

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Carefully, and trying to make it as unobvious as possible, I stretched out my arms, making my bones thunder, and carefully, I yawned, trying to get some oxygen to my poor, battered brain.

My boss had kept us in the conference room for what seemed like years.

More than three hours trying to find a solution to an extremely stupid problem, from which, it seemed, the magazine was hanging by a thread. It was extremely stupid.

Carefully, I looked at the watch on my wrist only to realise that it was already 11:30 PM.

"Does anyone have any solutions?" asked Jessica, the boss. Nobody answered, we were all extremely tired.

"Jessica, I don't think this is going anywhere," said Raquel, her right-hand woman, "We are extremely tired. We can sort this out tomorrow".

Jessica kept quiet, but watched us with a very unfriendly look on her face. She even stared at everyone's faces for a few seconds.

"It's OK. You can go."

Quicker than I would like to admit, I grabbed my things and left the office. I didn't even check my mobile phone or my work computer, I just turned it off, picked up my coat and went out into the streets of Paris.

Carefully, I ran down the stairs of the metro and climbed into the first carriage I came across, a few seconds before it closed its doors.

It was almost empty, only for a man and a woman with her baby. I carefully placed my bag in my arms, hugging her tightly and trying not to fall asleep.

"Hi cute" I looked up to see that the man was sitting next to me. I turned my head to notice that we were the only ones in the carriage.

"Sorry but…" I tried to get up from the seat, but his big hand stopped me. I sat back down.

"Why are you leaving, beauty?"

"Get away from me!" my right hand struck his cheek, but, apparently it only made him angrier.

"Well, princess, if you don't want to do it the easy way, you'll have to do it the hard way."

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head. I froze immediately and just raised my arms.

"Give me your phone and your wallet"

With a trembling hand, I took both things out of my bag and handed them to him. He quickly stuffed it into his sweatshirt pocket, but he never stopped pointing it at me.

"Good, beautiful. I like obedient girls. Now on your knees."

Without even thinking about it, I fell to my knees, feeling my stockings tearing on the scratchy floor.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him start to undo the belt of his jeans.

"You're hungry for a fat cock, aren't you, gorgeous?" I could tell as he dropped his trousers until they covered his shoes. "Are you going to suck my cock?"

Before either of us knew it, the metro had reached the next station, so he pulled his trousers back up and forced me to stand up.

Thankfully, the station was one of the most used by tourists, so, despite it being almost 12:00 P.M. the carriage began to fill up quickly, so I took that opportunity to get off the carriage and run to the outside of the station.

With bated breath and a sense of dread, I approached a restaurant, asking a waiter if he could spare a couple of coins to call someone.

Maybe I looked really bad, because he didn't give me the coins, he just passed me to the kitchen and told me I could call whoever I wanted.

With trembling hands, I dialled the number I knew by heart.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse. She was asleep. Shit.

"Diana?"

"T/N, My love, is that you?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears again.

"Are you OK, why are you calling me from an unknown phone?"

Evade.

"Can you come and get me?"

"Oh, sure baby, are you at work?"

"No"

"Where are you?"

I broke away from the phone to see where I was. It was only then that

I realised where I was standing.

"Do you remember the restaurant from our first date?"

"Yes"

"Here I am"

"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes. Are you sure you're okay, T/N?"

I made a sound of denial.

"Can you hurry up… please?"

"Sure, baby. I'll be right there."

And she hung up.

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Before I knew it, two toned arms embraced me tightly, as that sweet scent wafted into my lungs.

"I'm here".

Before she could say another word, I quickly pounced on her, hugging her torso and hiding my face in her chest.

Only then could I start to cry.

Diana like the good girlfriend she is, simply let me cry and began to rub soothing circles on my back and start a light cooing.

When I calmed down, I simply lifted my face and looked her in the eye.

Just looking into her beautiful eyes made me feel at peace.

"Can we go?"

"Sure"

With his right hand on my lower back, he guided me to the car Bruce had lent her, but not before thanking the staff.

If he had come by car and arrived in 5 minutes, that meant that he might have broken more than three traffic laws.

She opened the passenger door and made me sit down, even put my seatbelt on, closed the door and ran into the car.

She quickly began to drive,

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked in her soft voice.

"Can we talk about it later?"

"We can talk about it anytime you want, baby, I just want you to be okay."

She gave me a smile as he took her right hand out of my hand and kissed the back of mine.

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you"

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I thought I would fall asleep on the way home, but no matter how sleepy and tired my body was, it was impossible for me to close my eyes for more than a few seconds.

So, I had no choice but to look out of the window and make Diana believe that I had fallen asleep. Until we reached our home.

Diana turned off the car, causing the soothing music on the radio to stop playing, leaving an uncomfortable silence.

"I know you're awake T/N"

But she didn't say anything else, she just got out of the car and opened my door, raising her hand. I took it and we both went into the house.

Once in the house, I went upstairs and into the bathroom. I quickly removed my smeared make-up and went into the bath.

I washed my hair about three times and scrubbed my arms, legs and face with enormous force. I even hurt my thighs a bit.

I left the bathroom to put on some panties and one of Diana's few casual T-shirts.

I put a towel over my head and lay down.

Minutes later, Diana arrived and lay down next to me, hugging me from behind, pressing little kisses on the back of my neck.

"I was assaulted"

The kissing stopped abruptly and I felt her get up.

"What?"

"I was mugged in the underground. The man had a gun" I began to sob "and he almost raped me, Diana".

The brunette didn't hesitate for two seconds to hug me tightly, letting me cry as much as I wanted, but when I pulled away from her chest, I noticed that she was crying too.

"Why are you crying?"

"This wouldn't have happened if I had been with you."

I took her face in my hands and forced her to look at me.

"No, my love. Neither of us is to blame for this."

We both hugged each other for a long time. Trying to soothe each other with Diana's body heat. It was a great advantage of dating a goddess.

"I'm going to kill him"

She tried to get up quickly, but my arms prevented her from doing so.

"No, not today. Now I just want you to hold me" I hugged her burying my face in her neck. "Please, I just need my girlfriend."

"Here I am, sweet girl. I'll always be here for you" I constantly kiss my head "You'll always be safe with me"

"I know, I always feel safe with you."

"What did they steal from you?"

"My mobile phone and my wallet"

"The one you just bought?" I just nodded, feeling the tears of anger start to roll down my cheeks. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

After another moment of silence, of her hand trying to reassure me and her lips kissing my temple and my hands playing with the zip of her sweatshirt.

"I love you, and believe me, I'll be sure to cut off his testicles."

"I know, I know your word is fact."

"Just like my love"

"Just like mine" I kissed her nose.

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Nikki Sixx x reader- Savior (angst)

Authors Note: I wanted to write for Nikki again, so we're writing a nikki angst. Enjoy and remember that my ask box is open for requests! <3 ;) Also this obviously isn't going to be the exact story of the '87 overdose, but it's kinda close.

Warnings: Cussing, hard drugs, crying, over all sadness, with fluff at the end. If these things trigger you, please don't read it :)

It was late one night, you were with one of your best friends, and crush, Nikki, along with Steve adler, Slash and his girlfriend. You were all drunk, and high. You were sitting on the couch laughing with Slash's girlfriend, While Nikki and Steve were on the floor doing coke. Slash was passed out on another couch.

You zoned out, watching Nikki's face move and contort. You hated to admit it, but Nikki looked totally hot doing coke, even though you knew it was bad. Nikki looked at you and smiled. You blushed and looked back at Slash's girlfriend.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go outside for a smoke, I'll be back," I got upp off of the couch and stumbled out of the hotel door.

What you didn't know was that, having a smoke in that moment was a horrible idea, the worst ever. You would go on to regret ever leaving that hotel room. Unaware, you continued through the hotel lobby, and on to the cold night. You looked at the sky, immediately the moon reminded you of Nikki.

You often stared up at the sky, imagining living in one of those distant galaxies, with Nikki. He was had such an alien-istic outlook on life, you had never someone who had such wild opinions, but that's what made him interesting. As teens, you and Nikki would sit for hours outside, talking about life, and the moral out codes of being a rockstar, or what you wanted to do with your life. Beyond the musical aspect of life you both shared, you were much alike, sharing many qualities, but also none at all.

You had once again zoned out, the smoke from your cigarette wisting away along with your conscious. You heard sirens, not thinking a thought of it. You looked across the street at the corner store, deciding to grab some more beers. You quickly ran across the street pulling out your wallet. Lines and lines of beers were stacked up on the back wall. You took your pick and payed for it. Walking out the store and seeing an ambulance, as well as seeing Nikki.

You dropped the beer and ran into the street, not even looking if there were any cars. You ran up to Steve, who was standing with his hands on his head.

"What the hell happened?" You yelled. ""What the hell happened?" You yelled.

"He overdosed on heroin." Steve said, sounding extremely scared.

"YOU LET HIM DO FUCKING HEROIN?" I screamed at him, throwing my hands up in the air.

Any last bit of my high was gone, I was completely sobered up. Tears threatened to spill as looked behind me at the white sheet on the gurney. They pulled him into the ambulance.

"Will anyone be coming with him?" The paramedic asked quickly.

"Take my car," I threw my keys at Steve.

I jumped in the the back of the ambulance. The doors closing behind me. I looked at Nikki, who's face was completely relaxed. You sat next to him, the paramedics stood next to the wall of medical things. They were trying everything, shocking him, CPR, anything they though would work. You grabbed his cold hand, and held it in yours. The paramedics yelled at each other. I sat silently.

"Nikki I love you," I whispered. "You can't leave me now."

I knew he didn't hear me, I didn't care. He was far off in a coma, his body threatening cardiac arrest. I moved my hands to my lap, still staring at his face. It was flushed, and almost lifeless. You felt sick, like you were going to puke. The paramedics grabbed the large gurney, and pulled him out of the large truck.

"Stay in the lobby ma'am," The male paramedic said, holding his hand out to help me down.

I quickly walked behind them into the long hospital hallways before I watched them wheel his body away, I trembled, my legs felt like Jello. I walked to a seat, sitting there quietly. The thought of him shooting up replayed through my brain, a deafening ringing was in my ears, but there was no sound. It was an empty waiting room, despite it being a Friday night.

---

You were overwhelmed and anxious, as anyone would be. Sitting in the waiting room, you felt as though your eyes were as dry as a desert, your throat was stinging, as though you had just been screaming for hours on end. You felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Nikki. You looked over, his face staring straight at yours. You screeched before getting up and stumbling back away from him. He had maggots, and other bugs crawling through holes on his lifeless face. Parts of flesh were missing from his body, he looked like he had been dead for years. You stumbled back into another person, turning around, and screaming again, your eyes veered at Nikki, who was standing in front of you. You looked around, all of the seats had been filled with the image of Nikki's cold lifeless body. You ran down the hall in terror, before stopping at a cross way.

He was every where, suddenly, a young Nikki was in front of you. Staring you down like a hawk. His tiny hands wrapped around your throat, screeching at you.

"why did you let this happen to me?!?!?!"

You couldn't breath, not a single bit

---

The tap on your shoulder had woken you up, it was a doctor.

"Are you with the man who had overdosed?" She asked politely.

I looked around confused, I was sitting in the same seat I was before, but this time, the seats around you were filled up with different people, all kinds.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. "Oh god, is he okay?"

"Do you want to see him?" She asked, her hand on my shoulder.

"Yes please," I got up and she walked me to the room he was in.

I looked at him and immediately ran up to him, his eyes looked at me, smiling. I wrapped my arms around him gently, as he was probably feeling horrible. The doctor walked out, shutting the door.

"Nikki you're a fucking idiot!" I said, looking at him. "If you do heroin ever fucking again, I'll kill you myself you fucker."

He laughed before coughing a bit.

"It'll take more than that to kill me, babe," He smiled, still looking a bit pale.

Your hand caressed his face.

"God I'm so happy you're alive." I hugged him again.

"Yeah yeah," His arm slightly raised, he groaned from pain.

"Don't you dare move until they tell you you can," I look at him."

He rebelled, grabbing my hand, and looking me in the eyes, i blushed slightly.

"I heard what you said." He said quietly.

"Oh?" I looked down embarrassed. "I didn't think you would, uhm, I thought you were gone.."

"I love you too, Y/n," He smiled. "Always have, and always will."

"I think you need some sleep hun," I laughed, chopping up what he had said to him just being disoriented.

"I mean it." He tugged your hand lightly. "I love you"

My breath caught in my throat. I leaned down and kissed him, my lips fit perfectly against his. He kissed back immediately. I pulled up a chair after kissing him and sat down, and after 1 million years, Steve, slash and his girlfriend all show up. They walked in, thanking god that Nikki was alive. Steve started to profusely apologize, Nikki told him it was okay, and that he wasn't mad. I was just happy he was okay, and that I finally had him.

And I could finally take care of him the way he deserved to be.

[magnummagnussen]

my tears ricochet ∘ l.s. 18

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

summary: after a breakup, the last thing anyone wants is to see the person that hurt them. it only adds salt to the wound to see they're completely fine.

pairing: lance stroll x female! reader

word count: 1,073

warnings: angst, anxious thoughts, sad lance

a/n: the first in the taylor swift series <3 i planned so many others but i guess i'm not still not over my own breakup because this was the most natural thing to write. dedicated to @lovelytsunoda, enjoy the heartbreak xx

standing in the mirror, lance stared at his own trembling reflection. anxiously adjusting and readjusting his jacket as he waited for his father to come and tell him that the car was there to take them to the event. in all honesty, he hated going to them, never sure where to go or look, how to strike up a conversation (if at all), and if what he did was correct. 

“hurry up, let’s go” lawrence shouted as he knocked briefly on the hotel door, disrupting him from his own thoughts. picking up his wallet and phone from the bed, he made his way out of the room and joined his father at the elevator.

-

"this is big for us you know? a chance to see the strulovitch men in style and showcase the team" lawrence declared, half as an affirmation to himself, half as a warning for his son. lance nodded as he looked out the window of the car, only to be met with a sea of photographers waiting to swallow his shaking form.

"is anyone off the grid going to be there?" he asked, partly hoping that there would be at least one friendly face.

"i think ocon will, not too sure though" lawrence replied, combing his fingers through his hair and over his stubble. releasing a sigh of relief, lance finally felt like maybe he wouldn't mess this whole thing up if he could stick by esteban's side. finally, the car rolled up to its destination, allowing both men to get out before walking to the velvet curtain.

"breathe. you can do this. you've done this before." he muttered to himself, before hearing that he was all clear to get on the red carpet. plastering a smile, he opened the curtain and moved to strike a pose for the cameras. the sound of cameras and shouting was all he could hear, brilliantly coupled with the fluorescent lighting that felt like he was being blinded. after a few moments of "showing off the strulovitch brand" he made his way to the other side of the carpet before desperately searching for a familiar face.

looking across the room, he found not one, but two.

one was a face he saw constantly, that represented familiarity, kindness, and warmth. the other? a face he could never forget, no matter how hard he tried. he watched them both together as she looked up at esteban with adoring eyes and a stunning smile. he stood there paralyzed and then he noticed. he noticed the jewellery that adorned her ears, her neck, and her wrist.

they were all from him. more specifically from their first valentine's day, anniversary, and christmas together.

throughout the three years lance and y/n spent together, he never thought that she and esteban had ever had a conversation when he wasn't around. in formula three they never really even interacted so why now? why after months upon months of him trying to heal the heart that she broke, did they finally get together?

he was shattered when she ended their relationship. after visiting him for the weekend, y/n called and told him plainly that she didn't like him like that. that she hoped that the longer they were together, the more her feelings would grow, but they never did.

realizing he had been standing there far too long, he tried to go to the corner of the room, hoping that they hadn't noticed him and he could just avoid them altogether. on his way, he heard esteban, calling for him as if they saw each other in the paddock. as if it were just a normal day.

"lance, lance" esteban said, shouting the second time he said the canadian driver's name. lance turned his gaze to meet him, nervously walking over to the pair.

"when did you get here?"

"uh just a minute ago" he replied, avoiding eye contact with y/n as he spoke. politeness be damned, he couldn't look at her without remembering every sleepless night he had after that call.

"do you want to come and sit with us for the show?" esteban asked, sending him into a frenzied rush to find an excuse to leave the situation.

"you know i should probably go find my-"

"come on, it'll be like old times" y/n interrupted, her voice as cheery as the day he met her. a sound that he didn't think he would ever hear again and, selfishly, one he wished had even an ounce of hurt.

"actually, i'm just gonna go find my dad, i'm sure he's looking for me anyways" he said before turning and walking away, wanting nothing more than to get through this event and be alone again.

-

lance kept his head down, staring at the seat numbers until he found his own, assuming he would be next to his father. slowly sitting, he turned his head to see that y/n was next to him. taking a deep breath, he took his phone out to try and find anything else to occupy his mind. anything that would cancel out the sickly sweet smell of her perfume, the smile she flashed earlier, but most of all, that she still wore his jewels.

as the show started, all anyone would've seen was him watching the show intently. that wasn't true though, he wouldn't be able to tell you about any of the clothes the models wore. looking at the runway, the only things on his mind were the questions he asked himself after the breakup.

was it all a lie?

did she meet someone else?

am i not good enough?

he knew he had the answer to the first one. she said it herself. the second question was one that sent him into a frenzy a few months ago and was now clearly answered. she not only met someone else, but he introduced them, sparking a whole new set of questions. that last one, however, is one he still asks himself every day.

sensing that he wasn't paying attention, y/n set her hand on his thigh, sending a bolt of electricity through his body.

"are you okay?" she whispered, looking into his rich brown eyes for any hints of discomfort.

"i'm fine" he choked out as he shifted his leg to be rid of her hand. giving an answer he'd said a thousand times since she left. it just wasn't one he believed.

......

[odue-sp]

Aizawa x Male Reader 2

Inspo: dios - runaway

The sound of waves. That's what M/n would love to hear as he was dying, his s/c hands dropped as his eyes dull.

"M/n!"

He heard his name being repeated but he focused on a particular voice. Shouta Aizawa...

"Yahoo," he cheeky smile appeared on the teens face who flicked the gloomy teen's face. "Gaijin?" The confused and annoyed japanese teen grumbled before noticing a wallet in his hands. "Shu-ta! Aye-za-waa—?" He stumbled over the kanji, his eyes glanced over to information on the student card before it was snatched away. "Hey," the h/c male smirked speaking perfect English. "You're actually pretty cute."

•••

M/n L/n, an exchange student who seems to be the embodiment of what you'd think an American would be. Loud, happy, and very touchy. Shouta had the displeasure of getting that American's attention after seeing this fighting style. The scarf movement. Even the quick planning of attacks. It was like love at first sight for him.

He followed him, always speaking in English in public but when they were alone he would be Japanese, it was confusing for Shouta. Why was he acting in such a way? He was loud and obnoxious in public, but that wasn't him.

M/n was still happy, emotional, but not loud. Maybe a bit obnoxious, but it always seemed like a watered down stereotype at first but then Shouta saw M/n. Kind, loving, and just a whole set of amazing traits that he didn't think someone could have.

•••

"Argh!" His breath was heavy as he pressed his shaking hand on the open wound. "I... I didn't know!" A student shouted in shock, seeing the consequences of their quirk harm another. Everyone stared in shock. Shouta reached out for the other but were stopped. A teacher stood, looming over the bleeding and faint student. "Why didn't you use your quirk?"

He only smirked, sticking out his bloodied tongue before flipping him off.

"I have no quirk fuckers." He spoke perfectly again.

After that, M/n was treated differently, but he never let it bring him down, even after being physically assaulted and bullied. He never backed down and graduated.

After what happened to Shouta's best friend, Oboto, they drifted apart. Of course, Hizashi stayed in contact. The highschool crush stayed a crush.

•••

"Yo! M/n!" Hizashi shouted waving as the s/c male walked out of the airport. His flung his arms up. "Hizashi!" The two ran at each other hugging while hopping in circles before taking a tour around. Of course, a villain attacked and the two couldn't keep still. Hizashi never underestimated M/n, he saw the news of H/n.

E/c eyes twinkled.

"Eraser Head!" Hizashi shouted as the two fought alongside each other. M/n was stuck in awe. 'He's alive... He's... Alive? He's alive!' he stopped running and just watched. "Hey! Shouta, come here," his arms hung around his shoulder. "Remember," his sentence was cut off. "M/n."

Tears.

The two stared in shocked.

"I was scared you died! Hizashi said you weren't in a good place so... I... I thought maybe you," Shouta reached over and pulled the other into a clumsy hug, Hizashi joining in as well. "I'm sorry."

•••

"Stay alive!" His hands trembled trying to stop the blood, but there were too many bullets. He should've kept watch more, he was quirkless, he should've... He wouldn't have like that. "Move, Shouta!" Hizashi pulled him away as medics rushed to try and save the hero.

•••

"Hey, pretty boy," M/n spoke up once they reached UA. "M/n, I'm nearly in my forties." A soft snicker. "Pretty man," he rolled his eyes. "I think... I would've killed myself if I lived in Japan." The hero's eyes widened staring at the usual positive hero. He kept his eyes closed as he felt the breeze of the roof. He stared at a particular space.

"I nearly did."

Shouta grabbed his arm pulling him away before he let out a soft laugh. "Shh," he held his face with a gentle smile. "Not today. I'm better now." He whispered. Their lips barely touched. Shouta shoved him away in shock. "Charmed? How cute." He teased as he took his hand.

Soft hums. They danced not caring for the students that saw their teacher smiling ever so slightly. They quickly left the two.

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"Shouta," m/n frowned reached for him but he was slapped away. He glared at the foreigner. "S... Shou?" His voice trembled, feeling hurt as he stepped forward but he was only punched. He held his cheek. "You think this is funny?! My class nearly died,.M/n!" His body shook in anger.

M/n had made an insensitive joke. He realized this and tried to apologize for it but he understood why he was angry.

His hands gripped his shirt. "Shota, I didn't mean it like that," he was thrown over his shoulder and slammed into the floor. "They're worth more than you! At least they have a quirk! Oboro would've been disappointed!"

They stared in shock. He covered his mouth as he saw the tears welt up. "Go to hell." M/n spat out and stormed out of the room. "M/n!"

The two didn't speak for months, the air was icy around them. The students were curious... He gave a sharp glare to them all. His anger was misplaced. He was an adult and should've handled it better.

"I'm worthless," everyone stared in shock as he gave a mocking laugh. "After all, who wants a quirkless hero? Maybe I should turn in my hero's license, right, Eraser Head." Everyone stared in shock.

"quirkless?" Murmurs before he stood up and left. The door slammed.

•••

"There are things I still need to apologize for, M/n!"

[danosrosegarden]

Headcanons for hurt reader (like someone attacking her on the streets but not too deep yk) and eddie comforting her <33

Lady Luck - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader Headcannons

Contains: descriptions of injury, mentions of assault (but nothing graphic), and fluff.

Note: I am finally getting around to the last of my requests! I hope you enjoy what I've got before my big series comes out!

♡ You feel lucky. You shouldn't...there's a trail of thick crimson trickling out from your nose and all the money in your wallet is missing. But you feel as if Lady Luck has planted a kiss on the blushing tip of your nose because of what could've been. It could've been blood gushing, plasma squirting, eyes blackened, bones crumbling into splintered dust. You just got a bloody nose and money stolen.

♡ So you're sighing with relief as you close the door to your apartment behind you. At least I am home. That's all that matters now.

♡ Your boyfriend knows you're a fully grown adult. That's why his stomach only lurches a teensy bit when you don't answer his calls. Night runs in Gotham might not be the safest action, but you're smart. You could never get entangled into the sharp brambles of trouble. God simply would not allow it.

♡ His heart nearly bursts into flames when he hears the door crack open. "Darling?"

♡ He can't quite describe the feeling he felt when he takes a good look at your blood-smeared, tear-streaked face illuminated in the streaky moonlight. Was it stomach-churning disgust? Could it be sadness ripping his organs to shreds? Maybe. But above all else, it was anger. It was flaming fury that filled his bones like blistering hot marrow. His blood boiled and bubbled within his skin as he stepped forward and grabbed your face.

♡ "Who did this to you."

♡ You fall into his arms, not caring a lick about the coagulating blood smearing on his shirt. "I was so scared, Eddie. So, so scared."

♡ With your trembling body pressed up against his own, he swears to himself that whoever caused your blood to spill will know what it means to fear. He'll find them. They will cower before him. Their bones will run ice cold with bitter, stinging dread. Maybe his followers could even watch. He has to hold back a maniacal giggle at the thought.

♡ Eddie cleans up the dried blood caked across your face at the bathroom sink and gently checks your body for bruises. He might convince you into a hot bath and sit with you beside the tub, just petting your head and gazing into your eyes.

♡ You've known from day one Eddie wasn't a world class communicator, but you feel his love leaking from the soft pads of his fingers brushing against your shoulder blade. You feel it flowing from the arm draped across your hips in bed. It's pouring from the snores droning around the darkened bedroom. How lucky you are to have him...his love and care can be found in each nook and cranny.

[ao719]

Thank you for the tag @kristinamae093 💕 I haven’t done one of these in a long time, but I’ve been slacking lately with writing and am hoping this will give me some ✨motivational juju✨

Chapter 18 of Vancross:

When the SUV pulled away from the curb and into the heavy city traffic, the back door of the parked town car flung open, and a pair of booted heels hit the pavement. A woman stood and made her way inside the hotel. Once in the lobby, she spotted a suited man waiting near the elevator, just where she was told he’d be; she approached with a tentative smile. “I take it you’re Jonas?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the guard nodded. “If you’ll follow me,” he gestured to the elevator.

Once inside the car, she watched the guard hit the button to the penthouse. As they ascended to the top floor, she glanced over at the man. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good things I hope?” Jonas smiled.

“Of course,” she nodded. “I know he wouldn’t trust just anyone with what he’s asked of you.”

“I can say the same for you and what he’s asking now,” Jonas replied, referring to the reason she had come there. The woman offered a subtle smile just as the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. “Follow me.”

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Chapter 17 of Best Kept Secrets:

Liam cleared his throat and finally broke the silence. “Hi,” he said quietly.

“Hi …” Amara’s voice came out slightly cracked and just above a whisper.

“May I come in?” Liam asked.

Amara bit her lip to keep it from trembling as she slowly nodded and stepped aside. Once he was through the threshold, she softly shut the door; her palm rested against the wood as she closed her eyes, trying to rein in her emotions, but she was failing.

Liam paused at the entryway into the living and kitchen area to wait for her; he glanced over to see her back still to him and her head slightly bowed. “Amara?” She stiffened at the sound of her name from his lips before lifting her head; he watched her raise her hand to her face, seemingly wiping more tears from her cheeks as she let out a breath.

Amara turned, not meeting his eyes as she gestured for him to go ahead.

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…Sometimes Not (Part 10):

Reyna disappeared down the hall, leaving him flustered on the sofa. As he muddled through the thoughts filling his head, a knock came on the door.

“I’ll get it,” Liam called out, assuming it was the pizza she’d ordered. He rose from the sofa and pulled his wallet from his back pocket, opening it up and fanning through the cash inside; he slipped his thumb between the bills to hold his place as he opened the door.

Liam froze when he saw Luca standing on the other side … holding a bouquet of roses.

•••••••

A little something I’ve had in the back of my head for months … I’m not sure what I’m doing with it yet, if anything at all, but after replaying Guinevere recently, the idea popped back up and I couldn’t stop thinking about it and had to start writing it down:

After changing into the simple linen dress she’d washed in the stream the day before, Guinevere stepped outside; she peered up at the morning sky through the canopy of trees above the hovel she called home. It was a far cry from the palace she’d grown up in and the wonders of Camelot where she was supposed to live out her days at Arthur’s side, but she was hidden and safe there.

“Morning.”

Guinevere turned toward the sound of the voice, offering her companion — her savior — a faint smile. “Good morning, Morgana.”

Morgana took in her pale complexion and the uneasy expression she was trying to hide. “It happened again …”

Guinevere’s smile faded and she nodded slowly.

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Whatcha working on (no pressure): @charlotteg234 @queenrileyrose @tessa-liam @sfb123 @dcbbw and anyone else that wants to share some snippets 💕

[angelasscribbles]

In Your Room Chapter 11: Oh Mother

Series: In Your Room

Fandom: TRR                    

Pairings: Leo x Drake

Rating: PG

Warnings for this chapter: A couple of F-bombs, that's it

Song Inspiration for the series: In Your Room by The Bangles

Word Count: 1,163

My other stuff: Master List.

The woman’s voice trembled as she asked tentatively, “You remember me?”

“Yes…” her image was etched into his memory. Her face had a few more lines in it now, but it was still the face from his earliest memories, as well as the face in the well worn photo of her he carried in his wallet. But it wasn’t just her appearance. The lilt in her voice and the faint scent of jasmine that wafted to him on the breeze pulled him back through the years to the palace nursery, bedtime stories and hugs that could make the worst booboos better and the scariest dreams fade into oblivion. Until one day she had just been gone and nothing had been truly okay since. Not until Drake’s love had started to heal him.

His heart began to race, and the roar of his own blood was deafening in his ears. “What are you doing here?” he choked out.

“I…I just wanted to see you…” tears welled up in the woman’s eyes, “I didn’t mean to disrupt your wedding! I’m so sorry!”

“This is your mother?” Bianca’s mouth fell open.

“Yeah,” Leo nodded, his mouth dry. So many emotions fell through him in that moment. Joy, loss, pain, anger, sadness, curiosity, wonder, amazement. He asked the one question that he’d wanted to ask for over twenty years, “Where have you been?”

“I…” she sniffed as she glanced at the people surrounding them, “Can we go somewhere more private?”

“Come on, let’s all go into the house,” Bianca directed as she patted Leo gently on the shoulder.

Leo responded to her touch, and her directions, turning and making his way into the house without question. Bianca whipped her phone out and sent a text to her son. On the way into the house, she sent a server to bring iced tea to the living room.

By the time the tea made it to them, so had Drake. He rounded the corner in a panic, “What’s wrong?”

Bianca intercepted him, “Drake, this is Leo’s mother.”

“What?” He froze in place, gaping at the scene in front of him.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Leo laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Drake Walker at a loss for words before.”

“Sorry!” Drake shook himself out of it and hurried to take a seat next to his almost husband. He took Leo’s hand in his own. His copper eyes traced Leo’s face with concern, “Are you okay?”

“Mm, hm,” Leo nodded as he wiped a tear from his cheek, “Just in shock a little I guess.” Turning to the woman seated across from him, he said, “I never thought I’d see you again. I’d given up hope.”

Helena dropped her head into her hands and started to cry.

Bianca moved to the couch next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Helena lifted her head to give Bianca a grateful look, “I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry! Today isn’t about me!”

“No, it’s not,” Drake affirmed, “So why did you pick today, of all days, to show up?”

“I just wanted to see my baby boy get married. I wanted to make sure he���” she hiccupped a little through her sobs, “…was happy…”

“I am happy,” Leo assured her, “but I would have been a lot happier a long time ago if I’d had a mother.”

“I know…I’m sorry….your father…he wouldn’t…he said I couldn’t…he…”

The anger whooshed out of him as Leo stared at her, horrified, “Constantine wouldn’t let you see me, would he?”

She shook her head no.

“That fucker! I knew it!” Leo was on his feet, pacing.

“Yeah…but…” Drake looked back and forth between them, “Leos been an adult for a while now. Why didn’t reach out sooner?”

“I tired! When he was at college a few times, but the guards wouldn’t let me through! I sent letters but I…I’m guessing you never got them?”

“All my mail was screened…”

“And your personal number was unpublished.” Drake finished for him.

“I was in the crowd in Paris when you gave that speech about climate change,” she smiled proudly through her tears, “You were so passionate about it!”

“You were there?” Leo felt tears pool in his own eyes again, but for an entirely different reason.

She had followed his career. She had tried to contact him. She had never forgotten him nor abandoned him willingly. And he should have known. He should have looked for her. It was just one more thing his father had taken from him.

As if reading his mind, Drake’s voice cut through his self-recrimination, “You didn’t know, Leo.”

“Of course, I was there!” Helena nodded, “I wanted to be there for so much more, Leo! I never wanted to leave you behind! I made a mistake! I didn’t realize that when I decided to leave Constantine that he would keep you from me! I really thought we would split custody and-“

Leo was suddenly across the room and in her arms. Bianca moved off the couch to give them room as they clung to each other and cried together.

Bianca pulled Drake to the side, “I’ll go let the guests know the wedding will start late. I think they need a minute.”

“Yeah, thanks, mom,” Drake brushed a kiss on her cheek before turning his attention back to Leo, “I’m staying in case he needs me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, son.”

Leo and his mother spent the next twenty minutes trying to catch up on all the missing years.

“Hey, babe,” Drake finally interjected, “Should we reschedule the wedding?”

“What?” Leo looked up, startled, “Why?”

“Um…” Drake’s eyes traced from Leo to Helena and back again, “So you can deal with this.”

“I didn’t mean to derail your wedding!” she protested, “I just wanted to be here!”

The press had reported his engagement to another man three months ago, but the man had been unidentified and Leo’s location unknown. Drake’s name had been leaked two weeks ago. She’d hired a private detective who had delivered the address of the ranch and the date of the wedding yesterday.

She hadn’t known if he’d want to see her. She thought she could slip in and watch from the back. She hadn’t counted on security at the gate.

“You’re fine,” Leo grinned at her, “I’m glad you’re here. It makes this day even more perfect!” His father was never keeping them apart again. “Please stay after so we can talk some more?”

“I’d like nothing more!” she agreed.

Leo stood and pulled Drake into his body with a smirk, “You’re not getting out of this that easy, Walker! We’re getting hitched!”

Surprised laughter bubbled out of Drake, “Hitched? Did you just say hitched?”

“Yeah…I’m a real Texan now, boy! Yee Haw! Let’s go get hitched!”

Drake swatted Leo on the backside as he followed him out of the room, “Try and fucking stop me!”

[hsdiaries]

chapter six

2.8K words

the sixth chapter in eight count.

tw: verbal abuse, mention of alcoholism.

The sound of crashing glass woke me up for the third morning in a row. My eyes flying open at the sound, but my body refused to move. Things had only gotten worse since I moved back into my dads apartment. The honest thing was, I didn't expect my stuff to be waiting for me in the hallway when I got home that night. I thought she would at least let me explain myself, but it wasn't the case. The more I thought about it though, the more her reaction made sense. She seemed to stick by the safe side of the road, I didn't offer that, I probably never would. Another crash came, my eyes closing as my hands ran down my face, a frustrated groan coming from me.

I needed to get out of here today.

I hadn't left the apartment except to train, most of it out of fear that I would run into Emilia. I wasn't brave enough to face her, to apologize for my words. My ego was also bruised and I knew it was playing into my overall reaction to everything. I knew she wasn't right in belittling me and how she criticized me - but I wasn't right in using her hurt against her.

God, I'm a prick.

Pushing up, I let my legs swing over on the bed, settling on the edge as I rubbed the sleep away, yanking roughly at my hair. I was happy I showered last night, less time I had to spend outside my room, less chance of interacting with my shit father. I slipped on a pair of jeans and an old band tee, black old skools on my feet. I gather my keys and wallet, slipping them all in my pocket, checking my phone before doing the same with it.

Just brush teeth, wash face and leave.

I repeated over and over in my head, before pushing my door open and rushing to the bathroom. It wa pointless really, his thundering footsteps quickly approaching behind me.

"Harry. Harry. Harry!" He yelled my shoulders tensing as I made it to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. He began banging on the door as I brushed my teeth, my nerves rushing my motions. I finished up, drying my face and reaching for my moisturizer that was out. I sighed, grabbing my cologne, putting some on quickly before heading out.

"Harry, where's my money!" He exclaimed as soon as the door opened. I rolled my eyes pushing past him, "Harry I'm out of drink!"

"So then go to fucking work, you ain't spending my money on alcohol!" I said, walking to the front door avoiding littered alcohol bottles and half eaten food on plates. As I stepped over a beer can, I felt the push on my back, knocking me into the door. My cheek slammed in it as another hit came to my back.

"You little fucking shit! Worthless!" He called out, my lip trembling as I bit back the anger and tears. The anger drove my next motions, my body quickly turning to face him.

"You're fucking worthless, a fucking worthless old man who ruined his life and mine!" I yelled, lowering my face close to his, "You want to ruin your life more, do it, I don't care anymore. I'm about to be a signed boxer, I'm about to be gone from here, and whatever happens to you will no longer be my problem!" I shoved him back, opening the door and walking out, slamming it before he could say anything else to me.

I didn't bother with the elevator, opening the stairway door and running down the flight of stairs until I hit the lobby. I felt Richard's eyes on me, but I couldn't face him, I couldn't stand to know Emilia probably told him what an ass I was. The Chicago streets were busy this morning, it was freezing but I wasn't going back for my jacket. My walk was aimless, desperate really. I had no idea where I was going.

Eventually I found myself at Northwestern Memorial, swallowing because I had no right to be here - but I felt so lost. The last time this feeling had gone away was when I was with Emilia. When she made it feel like my life had a purpose. I needed to fix this, because my mind couldn't handle staying this fucked.

I didn't know how I would approach all of this, I knew her name, I knew her unit, but I needed to finesse my way into being let in. I knew hospitals were high level, especially the ICU. I chewed on my lower lip, eyes landing on the gift shop, an idea suddenly hitting my mind.

Moving past the people exiting the store, I walked in, grabbing anything I thought would make the situation better. Chocolate, flowers and stuffed giraffe that just reminded me of her lanky self. I chewed on my lip, looking around the store seeing if anything else caught my eye, when the children's books in the corners stopped me in my tracks .

Yes!

Tracy, that was my way in. I quickly grabbed a couple children's books, walking over to the register to pay. I handed the clerk crumpled up bills, declining the change as I made my way towards the elevator. I knew the ICU was on the fifth floor, and if I moved quick enough, maybe I wouldn't be stopped. As I walked past the front desk, I was relieved to see the receptionist busy with a huddle of people, a big family that was my biggest blessing.

I walked confidently, like I knew exactly what I was doing, pressing the elevator button desperately hoping it was faster than the one at the apartment. The ping of the elevator arriving echoed through the lobby, my heart racing as I quickly pushed in past the slowly opening door. The number five seemed to disappear amongst the others until my finger finally found it. The doors began closing and once they met I breathed out in relief.

Now I just had to find a way to make Emilia speak to me. To at least hear me out enough to apologize to her. When the elevator doors opened, I was met with the nurses desk, a pair of eyes instantly on mine. I watched as their eyebrows shot up, eyes widening, suddenly sitting tall.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She said, her face slightly familiar, but I wasn't quite sure why.

"I'm here to um...see Emilia," I breathed out.

"Why? She doesn't want anything to do with you, was her kicking you out not clear?" She stood up, walking around the desk and standing in front of it, arms crossed around her chest. She wasn't on my side, that was as clear, which could only mean this was Jo.

"Look, Jo, I know I'm probably not your favorite person right now...and I'm incredibly aware of the crappy ass things I said to her. My ego got in the way - and you know what she did hurt my feelings as well. I just didn't need to let it get that bad. I'm just," I shook my head, "I just need one moment with her. To explain everything."

"Well, she is not here. She's at lunch," she raised her eyebrows.

"Well I bought books to read to Tracy if you and her mum allow it," I said carefully, not wanting to push the boundaries.

I watched Jo's face soften, she rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, "Using her soft spot isn't cool, Harry."

"I'm not...," I chuckled a bit, her hand pointing at the stuff in my hands.

"And the rest of the things?"

"They're for Emilia, groveling seemed accurate and acceptable," I licked my lips, eyes traveling over her face, trying to analyze what her next response would be.

"Place everything here, Tracy is room 550C, I will deny ever allowing you in that room. Her mom left for the day, so...behave yourself." She said, shaking her head and walking back around to her desk.

I followed her instructions, placing down all the gifts for Emilia on the desk, slipping the books under my arm as I made my way down the hall to Tracy's room. Once I reached the doorway, I knocked softly, peeking my head in.

A frail child turned to me, big wide eyes looking at me, a confused look on her face, "And you are?"

"Um, I'm Harry. A friend of Emilia's," I waved my hand, "I brought books, if you were in a reading mood."

She glared at me with a tiny angry face, "Mmm, Emilia said you weren't her friend anymore." Arms crossed across her chest, head tilting to the side.

"Oh, she told you..that - she told you about me?" I said surprised, walking slowly into the room. I bit my lip looking around for a chair, finding one and sitting down.

"She tells me everything, she's my best friend. She said you told her mean things. Her eyes were puffy red this morning," she said, her tiny voice strong, clearly also upset.

"I was really mean. I regret it so much. I'm hoping she will let me apologize and explain myself. I bought her flowers, chocolate...oh and a stuffed giraffe," I smiled, the latter really was my favorite part of the gift.

"Why a giraffe?" she said, adjusting herself in bed to look at me more.

"'Cause it's tall and pretty like her," I smiled, her lip quivering until it broke into a smile.

"She is a giraffe," she giggled, "Hmm, so I like to make deals. For example, Emilia brings me chocolate milks as long as I promise to get better. So, if you bring me chocolate milk and read me a book, I'll tell Emilia to listen to you speak for at least five minutes."

Running my hands on the tops of my jeans I chuckled, "You have yourself a deal. Let me figure that chocolate milk ordeal out, and I'll be back." I handed her the books, giving her a small wink, "Pick which one you want."

—

Tracy burst into giggles, throwing herself back on her bed as I continued reading with my mean old wolf impression as I read her "Little Red Riding Hood".

"What is going on in here," I heard the familiar sweet voice behind me, looking over my shoulder. There she stood, clean, perfect, beautiful as ever.

"Emilia! Run over here, hurry! He's a big scary wolf, hurry!" Tracy patted the side of the bed opposite of me, Emilia's face hesitatint, "Em! Come on, come on."

Her entire being softened at the little girl, her eyes shooting me a warning glare before she ran over and sat on the other side of the bed, Tracy playfully clinging onto her.

"He's not going to leave us alone unless we follow the instructions, Emilia," Tracy pouted.

"Instructions? What instructions?" She said, raising an eyebrow, her eyes glancing up at me in almost a threat.

"You have to listen to his five minute speech. If we stop listening at any point in time, he won't leave!" Tracy said, fake panic eyes flashing in Emilia's direction.

"Hmm, five minute speech?" Emilia fully looked up at me, then down at her Apple Watch. She pressed a button on the side, glancing back up, "Times started."

I quickly sat up in my chair, my eyes wide, "Oh, um, okay...right, so um—..."

"...— I believe it started with 'I'm sorry'," Tracy interrupted me matter of factly, then quickly pretended to be scared of me again.

Emilia and I both chuckled, taking a deep breath and rolling my shoulder back, "I'm sorry, Emilia. I'm not sorry for what I do, for how I make a living. I'm not sorry for doing what I have to do to keep my life afloat, to keep my dad afloat in the only way I know how. I won't ever be sorry for it. Because I'm really good at what I do. I might even be getting signed as a real boxer...but that's besides the point right now. What I am sorry for is how I treated you, for the mean things I said. You deserve everything you have because you worked for it. You made it happen for yourself. You could have chosen an easier fight, but you didn't. And I know your dad is watching you so proud, probably wishing he could kick my ass for what I said to his daughter. I'm also sorry I lied. I had my reasons, and looking at how all of this played out, I think you see my reasons too. I'm just sorry. Overall I'm just sorry."

I inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly as her eyes just studied me, her face showing no expression as her timer finally went off. She swallowed, looking down at Tracy, giving her a final squeeze before getting up. She smoothed her pink scrubs, looking over at me, "Okay, thank you."

She cleared her throat walking out of the room without any other thing to say. I felt my heart drop into the pit of my stomach, the fear of her never forgiving me fully taking over my entire being.

"This is the part in the movies where you chase after her!" Tracy exclaimed, my head whipping in her direction, realizing a five year old was better at relationships than I was.

"Right!" I said, getting up, hearing her cheer me on as I went. I turned the corner to find her leaning up against the wall, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, eyes closed, "Hey."

Inhaling deeply, she peeked her eyes open at me, brows pinched together, "You can't do this. I could get fired. So can Jo."

"I'm sorry, I know. I just didn't know how else you would agree to talk to me. I really am sorry, Emilia, for everything." I said, attempting to place my hand on her arm, her body quickly shifting back.

"I don't forgive. I can't right now. You're not more broken of a person just because you think you are. You don't get to hurt someone because you think you are," she said, holding back tears.

"I know, that's why I'm here - do you know how hard this is for me too? I've been put down the entire second half of my life, by the one man I used to look up too. I don't react well to criticism. I know I hurt you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't know all of that. I understand if you can't forgive me, but I had to show you I can be a bigger person. Em, you gave me a purpose again, you made me feel like my life had a reason, like I mattered. I hate that I screwed that up...but I don't hate what I do to survive," I said, taking her in. I took a careful step forward, leaning in and kissing her forehead gently. Her sweet pear, her soft baby powder. I moved away, looking at her one last time before walking past her. There wasn't more I could do or say. If she didn't forgive me, I couldn't change her mind.

Tracy wouldn't stop asking me if I forgave Harry, eventually catching on that it wasn't something I wanted to talk about. Sitting at my desk I grabbed the stuffed giraffe, bringing it towards me, hitting its little nose softly. I pressed my lips together into a tight smile, my eyes closing as I processed what had happened today.

"So did the 1980s romance big gesture soften you up?" I heard Jo say, a small giggle coming from me as my eyes opened, looking over at her.

"I mean, I was shocked. It's only been a week? Or so? I didn't think I mattered enough for all of this," I said, pondering over my reaction the other night. Maybe I had also crossed a line, after all, who was I to judge how a person made a living. Harry really did try for himself. For his dad. I knew Harry had ambitions, dreams of moving out. He wanted to escape his dad so badly, who was I to judge him on his way of getting there.

"Did I overreact, Jo?" I said softly, Jo biting her lip.

"Babe, if it was a big deal to you, it was a big deal to you. Do I think it's hot and from what Jacob told me he makes good money from it so it's a good thing? Kinda. E, you've always been so logical, and by the book since I met you. I know it's because of your dad...but baby the risks you have to take in life are different than Harry's. You have to understand and own up to that."

I inhaled deeply, hugging the giraffe to me, "I'm such a bitch."

"No you aren't...you just, overreacted, that's all. Maybe it's time for you to make your grand gesture. I know for a fact tomorrow, he practices after 7 at the bar. Maybe it's your turn to show up at his job," she winked and I chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe."

[chuuyrr]

Hey chu I just saw na open yung request box mo I'm super excited! I have this weird scenario playing in my head for months baby witch fushiguro and other characters meeting there biological mama? ( if you are comfortable )

- catoru-s

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's biological mama

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, and major themes of angst and fluff

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x child! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader (first and second-year students)

aaa hello catoru! thank you so much for requesting and for being patient. to be honest, i've never really thought about writing of scarlet baby fushiguro's mama. luckily i had an idea in mind. ok enough me rambling, enjoy reading :) ♡

before you read: honestly, idk who or what the name of the mom was supposed to be, so im going with iryna because iryna is wanda's mom in the mcu, so yeah, also im so sorry for the ending i couldn't help myself HSKSJHWJS

after for what seemed like forever, gojo had finally found who was toji's third wife; your biological mother. at first, gojo had no plans of finding anything about your mom because he had always assumed she was dead, and well, you had gojo as your parent, and there's also megumi and tsumiki, but you longed for your mama.

you've wanted to at least know something—anything about her, and eventually, gojo had found her. your actual mom. iryna [surname]. a woman doesn't seemed to be taking toji's surname. before gojo had any plans of having you meet her, he decided to confront the woman himself first. gojo wanted to be sure that whatever information the zenins had on your real mother was true and not a fake to lure and trap you. it was rather strange for a woman to live alone out where in the mountains, all by herself in a cabin.

"[surname] iryna, was it?" the limitless sorcerer had found the said woman right outside, trimming branches when she turned around to face the direction of his voice, eyes widening.

he watched her take a step back out of caution. gojo's eyes behind his glasses widened too as he slowly took in her appearance. [color] hair and [color] eyes; she looked just like you.

"you're from the gojo clan. holder of the six eyes." her [color] eyes hardened into a glare. even with her angered look resembles yours when you get upset, although it's a mix of her features and toji's. "what are you doing here? what do you want from me?"

"it's about your child." gojo began, clearing his throat. "[name]."

"i don't want to involve myself with any more matters with you jujutsu sorcerers. not after with what happened." she spat out in disgust and narrowed eyes, "they took everything from me."

shaking her head, she clenched her hands into trembling fists. "i'll never forgive them, or any of you at all. i don't want to hear another thing about toji or [name] ever again."

the woman stumbled and fell forward just as gojo was about to cut in, causing the limitless sorcerer to rush to her aid as she violently wheezed and painfully clutched her chest.

"are you okay?" gojo rubbed her back to calm her down. her coughing fit lasted quite some time before it subsided. "iryna? iryna!"

"i'm fine, i'm fine." she exhaled, gasping for air, before turning to face him. "just get out of here."

"no, i'm telling you, [name]'s alive. i took custody of your child."

gojo explained, pulling out his wallet and taking a physical copy of you and him celebrating your birthday together, which he showed to iryna. the woman was at a loss for words. it was you. a photo of you smiling at the camera and making a three-finger peace sign like gojo, complete with banners and a pikachu-themed cake.

"[name]? that's my baby.."

tears welled up in her eyes, and her lips quivered. when she said your name, there was this longing and desperation in her tone of voice, but it was quickly replaced with resentment.

she shook her head, "no, stop it. this is another lie. this can't be. you jujutsu sorcerers can't fool me anymore!"

"toji left her to me before he died. he never mentioned anything about you to me, so i just assumed you were dead, but i received word of you being alive and residing out here." gojo explained, pursing his lips into a thin line.

"it's for [name]." gojo persisted, "i'm telling you the truth. this is really your child. come with me."

"how do i know i can trust you?" iryna swiped at her tears, "how do i know this isn't another lie?"

gojo drew his black blindfold down to his neck and stared into her [color] eyes with his own determined crystalline blue eyes.

"you're just gonna have to trust me."

"kikufuku! i'm back!"

you were happily playing with the first and second-year students at jujutsu tech after gojo had left, saying he needed to be somewhere quickly. when you heard your adoptive father's voice, you immediately left and dashed towards him, only to realize he didn't return alone.

he was accompanied by another person.

a woman, to be precise.

you took a step back and ran straight into megumi's embrace, who followed you along with the other students after becoming shy, wrapping your tiny arms around his legs. despite her simple flannel and long skirt, she appeared to be very elegant. as his gaze darted towards the new presence, the older fushiguro placed a hand on the top of your head, gently patting you on the back.

"gojo-sensei, welcome back!" yuuji was the first one to speak up and address the stranger he was with, "erm, who's this lady with you?"

"she looks kind of pale though." nobara whispered quietly which maki nodded in agreement with.

"everyone, this is [surname] iryna." gojo cleared his throat, motioning to her, and she bowed in respect and smiled, more like tried to because it was a rather weak smile, but it was a genuine one, "it's nice to meet you all."

as you shyly clutched your half older brother, gojo beckoned you to come to him and her. "kikufuku, she's your mama. the one you wanted to find out about." he smiled softly, "it's her."

as you looked up at the woman who was staring at you with awe, your voice was small, "mama?"

you stared at her for a moment, processing what gojo had just said, as a series of surprised looks and gasps resounded in the air from first and second-year jujutsu tech students. you weren't exactly expecting to meet your mother right now. it was just too sudden that you were a little confused and overwhelmed.

"now that you said it, gojo-sensei. [surname]-san does look like [name]!" panda pointed out, "they both have the same eyes and hair."

"hey, sweetheart," she waved at you and you watched as her eyes wrinkled with delight at the sight of you.. "you.. don't recognize me, do you?" she asked sadly.

you looked up to megumi for help. as your older brother peered down at you, he gave you a reassuring smile, "it's okay, i'm right here. we're here for you," he mouthed to you.

you squeezed megumi tightly before cautiously leaving his embrace and sauntered towards her, nervously fiddling with your fingers. gojo's lips glistened with a smile as he watched you approach iryna.

"she's nice, kikufuku. don't worry." gojo said, gently taking your hand in his and pulling you closer to iryna.

"you're really my mom?" you asked her meekly, your big, curious, round [color] eyes on iryna.

"mhm. um, let's see. what can i do that could ring you a bell?" iryna tapped her chin as she squatted down to your height, "ah, i know just the thing!" she lifted her index finger in the air.

you and everyone else watched as iryna cleared her throat before beginning to sing a song.

"we've been waiting for you. now you are here, more perfect than i imagined. our house is now a home, our house is now a nest. no matter where you go, sunlight shines on you."

your eyes widened in realisation. you've heard of this song before. it was a lullaby, the same lullaby that was sung to you not only by your biological father, but also by your mother—by her, when you were so small. with the help of your chaos magic and her singing, memories flooded back to you. you instantly remembered being held in your parents' arms. no wonder that the tune and melody sounded familiar to you.

"mama.." your lips trembled as tears filled the brim of your eyes. "that song was from you and papa."

with that, you enveloped her with your tiny arms, finally remembering everything. iryna gladly accepted your embrace and returned it with a much tighter hug. as she cradled you against her chest, she smiled. your mother was overjoyed to see you again. as she drew away to press her forehead against yours, she rubbed shapes on your back.

"it's okay, honey." iryna exclaimed, "goodness, you've grown so much. you have no idea how happy i am to see you and be with you again, at least even just for a little longer." she whispered the last part so quietly that none of you heard it.

gojo and his other students were delighted to see you reunite with your biological mother after being separated from her for nearly your entire life. they had never seen you so joyful before. it was everything. they welcomed Iryna with open arms as you dragged her to them, introducing everyone to your mother and even getting them to mingle with her.

iryna happened to be a loving mother. everyone, especially gojo, could tell how kind and caring he was. the two of them had certainly gotten off to a bad start earlier, but it wasn't long before they got along. they've always wondered what your biological mother was like, and they've guessed right. you really did take after iryna despite having some of toji's features.

iryna couldn't stop thanking and apologizing to everyone until she was on her knees, head and hands flat on the floor. she was horribly mistaken in thinking that all jujutsu sorcerers were the same. gojo and everyone had to hoist her up and convince her that it wasn't a big deal, because it wasn't. all was forgiven, and everything was perfectly in place, at least for the time being.

(fun fact: the short lullaby that iryna sang in this writing was the english-translated sokovian lullaby that wanda maximoff, or the scarlet witch, sang to her twins in wandavision)

[jonahmagnus]

You awaken in the bathtub, dazed and confused. Your naked, your cold , your damp, and-

You freeze.

You feel something cool drip down your back.

You turn.

And it's horrible.

You see a terrible, trembling numb wound stretching from the base of your neck to the small of your tailbone, but it isn't bleeding. It's like your spine had a- a cavern, inside it, full of clear, stringy liquid that clang like snot to the edges and smelling sweetly of rot. Small chunks of white viscous are gathered around the strings of limp, spongy skin and flesh that still hang between both sides of the open cavern that exposes your spine. Oh right- your spine. Pearly, white, pristine and exposed, your vertebrae drips with the clear liquid like dewdrops in the sun- but the stomach-turning smell of sweet decay is an overpowering perfume that causes the bile to rise in your throat and threaten to coat your tongue with cloying sweetness. There is no flesh clinging to it. Behind it, sits your human flesh, innocent and sitting pretty like ‘no officer, I couldn’t possibly know where my husband is, I haven't seen him all day!” Mocking you, in its simple stillness, as if telling you that it's breaking up with you after months of stringing you along for your wallet. Its pale pink-orange seems to bat its pretty lashes from behind a glass wall 30 bullets thick, mocking you from your jail cell. You climb out of the tub and turn to the toilet, ignoring how your back cracks even more open as you bend over it, retching.

Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

You can't tell if that's your new vertebrae protesting against the rolling of your spine of the skin stretched taught finally breaking in two. The skin on your face feels hot, like your skin was pressed to a hot iron only seconds before, but it feels strange, like the skin is separated from your actual face by a bubble of air and you're feeling the heat radiate in, not out.

Reaching a surprisingly steady hand to your face, you numbly and very matter-of-factly gently run the side of your finger over your cheek. It’s bubbled, like it had been burnt, but it doesn't hurt. It certainly feels like living skin, thick and supple and still bouncy. You straighten your spine, you pivot on your heel, and step with ballet-stolen grace to the sink mirror.

You look fucking awful. Your face has puffed out and boiled, bright red and flushed like you’ve been crying peanut tears that made your face swell up like an allergic reaction. Your eyes are still as clear and blue as ever as you stare unflinchingly into the mirror, hands gripping the sink edge but not hard enough to crack.

You feel like you could crack it, if you wanted to.

You are never one to crack under pressure.

The edges of your skin are white and dry and dusty.

You reach up.

Skin cracks off your face in huge sweet-smelling flakes.

And you grab the edges.

And.

You.

Pull.

Your face pulls off with barely a breath.

You finally throw up.

[phoenixrising0308]

The Time Apart : Coming home

@wackydrabbles Prompt #102*: “You keep a photo of ________ in your wallet? ”                    Note - the original prompt was “us” and not a fill-in, so use “us” for bonus drabble cred this week! ☑️ *challenge accepted*

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: G

Triggers: None Identified by this author

Pairing: (no pairing) Jessica, Maxwell, and Bertrand

A/U: Agent Phoenix: Forged in Fire - The time apart: This timeline occurs during Jessica's absence in Cordonia or when not formally paired in Cordonia with Liam as the TRR cast and original characters deal with her absence as well as Jessica and Liam attempt to go through life without each other. Stories may or may not have an in the present timeline component and are not always in order. It depends on the prompt, random inner thoughts, and the muse whenever they stop by. There are no chapter numbers as they are written as just a series of events in story form. Multi-part stories, as always, are labeled.

Detailed disclaimer

Catch me here

A/N #1: Jessica is adopted legally by the Beaumonts

A/N #2  This is my first Agent Phoenix forged in fire directors cut one-shot and drabble series timeline. This story has been in my drafts for 2 years and I was able to play around with the prompt for it to work :)

Song Inspiration: Coming home (CLEAN)- Diddy ft. Dirty money & Skylar Grey &

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Word count: 1,996*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*             

Reading time: 8 minutes

Years ago in Cordonia...

Liam's Office in the Capital

Liam's red-rimmed eyes looked at his brother, and he said, "He changed the law. I can't believe he terminated RG- 7 visa status three days before the wedding, and the state offices are closed. What good is all this power if I am just following the laws he made that can not be overturned? He has stolen our happiness together, and now with this law, he is taking my ability to just see her in any capacity."

"Liam, we will figure it out," Leo assured his brother.

"Leo, I don't know what to do. I just need time to rid myself of this marriage. But if she doesn't have status in the next day or two, she is gone forever, and there is nothing I can do."

"Liam, I will have to go to archives to find the canon law to refer to. But I can outmaneuver this. The archives are only open to the sovereign and their regent...which is you. I need your permission to enter. And I need an order from you to restore my Bastier privileges.

"Of course you have it." Liam quickly began working on the order.

Ramford Vineyard

Jessica sat on her bed looking through her suitcase as tears streamed down her face as she thought out loud, "What do you wear when you watch someone you love marry someone else? Black? Red? Well, I guess if heartbreak was a color, you would wear that."

*knock*

Jessica wiped her tears and took one shaky breath, and said, "Come in." As she zipped up the suitcase.

Bertrand entered the room with a blank expression on his face "Lady Jessica, I would like to broach a difficult subject with you."

"Sure, Mr. Rogers lay it on me." Jessica teased

Bertrand took a deep breath. "I have come to talk about your intentions of staying here."

"Bertrand, I came for the wedding. I haven't thought past that."

"We are forever grateful that you have. I regret to inform you that your RG-7 visa has been revoked."

Jessica's lips trembled, and she began to cry. "What?"

"Jessica, it means that you will have three days after the wedding to settle your affairs and return home."

Jessica took a deep breath. "OH. Then I guess I will just reapply for a travel visa and come back after settling back home."

Bertrand sat next to her. His eyes began to water. "Jessica, you cannot come back. The status is extended to Royal Guest as a suitor you were a guest of this house. With the ending of Social Season, you are not. For you to be granted privileges to enter as an unmarried suitor with no relations to a royal house, Liam would need to sign for your entry."

Jessica smirked. "Well, of course, he would. I will be back as soon as I can."

Bertrand's voice wavered, "The Queen would also need to sign… We all know she wouldn't because you are a threat to her even if you are not in that..." he paused, then said, "Cordonian arrangement."

"So I won't even be able to see my friends or come back to my second home?"

Bertrand reached for Jessica's hand and said as his voice wavered, "You will be prohibited from reentry for either five, ten, or 20 years. It's even possible that you will not be allowed to return at all. It is out of Liam's hands. Should he divorce, the ban remains intact."

"God, Constantine made sure to not just screw me out of a future with Liam. He made sure I would never see you guys ever again...at least in person on Cordonian soil. All I'm guilty of is loving Liam."

"Jessica, I have not been able to offer you financial assistance, and it is a regrettable shame that I couldn't. You have comported yourself with grace and dignity, and we are proud of you. Leo has found a law that gives us time. I can adopt you as a sibling. So Maxwell and I would like to offer you our name. You will have the right to be affiliated with our house and part take in court events. I expect it. It is an honorary title and one that you have earned and brings me great joy to give you… as the sister, you have become to us. Should you decide to stay past the grace period, you can be given citizenship through us, which I will gladly sponsor."

Jessica gave Bertrand an embrace that he accepted without hesitation.

Bertrand then said, "However, this means that you are in my care. SO if someone would like to court you, they will approach me as it is our custom."

1 day later ...

Ramford Vineyard

The sibling adoption ceremony took place at 3 pm. Jessica proudly wore her house colors light blue. Her dress was a stunning A-Line scoop neck knee-length chiffon cocktail dress with ruffles as she signed the document that would tie her to the Beaumont's forever the late Duchess's ring adorned her finger a gift from Bertrand. The brothers wanted to tie her to their house not in name but spirit by bestowing her an heirloom that would have been passed down to her if she were a natural-born daughter of their house. In their hearts, they knew their mother would have never objected to her personal effects being passed down to someone so loved by them.

Jessica gave them both a glowing smile as she stood in front of Liam, who oversaw the proceeding. He looked at her signature, and his heart ached. It was signed as Jessica M. Garcia - Beaumont instead of Jessica Garcia - Rys. The document notarized in the house sigil a cephalopod instead of the sigil he yearned to give her his mother's house sigil a Phoenix. The Beaumont's were able to give her the things he couldn't. He gave her a soft smile, happy she was staying in Cordonia but uncertain of their fate by the end of the week, he would be married to Madeleine. He wanted so badly to abdicate in Italy, but she wouldn't allow it, and now the only way to love each other until he was free was to do so in secret.

Liam collected himself and said, "Lady Jessica of house Beaumont, you are now bound to this house not only by name and but by spirit. Cordonia welcomes you with open arms. I look forward to signing the order that makes you a subject loyal to its crown in due time."

She gave him a deep, flawlessly executed curtsy taught to her by Bertrand on her first night in Cordonia, Leo turned to them with a camera in hand and said, "Okay guys, big smile on the count of three say 'Swear Vest.'"

A rare proud smile formed on Bertrand's face as he got closer to Jessica, and both he and Maxwell placed their hands behind her waist.

Leo counted down "1 2 3."

Jessica, Maxwell, and Bertrand smiled as they said in unison 'Sweater Vest.'

*click*

Years later ...

Ramford

Jessica froze as she walked into the Beaumont Estate...So many memories coming back to her. Even more so when she saw Bertrand ordering a staff member at the staircase.

"Maxwell! There you are! Where have you been off-" He faltered as he turned towards them. He looked genuinely surprised for only a moment before schooling his features. His aristocratic training coming second nature.

"Ah, Lady Jessica...It seems you remember your way back."

Jessica came towards him, Maxwell right beside her. Bertrand scowled at his younger brother before barely suppressing his glare at Jessica.

"Bertrand-"

He caught her off with a polite raise of his hand.

"I do not care to hear any half apologies or excuses. You did what I suppose you needed to do. You just wanted a life of your own. Why you couldn't do it here will remain a mystery to me. I did, however, expect more from you."

His words cut deep before he sighed, his features softening.

She felt her chest ache when she saw the hurt in her old mentor's eyes.

"We never knew what happened to you or if you were okay… We waited for a letter, at the very least. I couldn't even find you a suitor to marry you into another house so you could stay and try to live life here. This house was broken and had no prestige; we had nothing to offer anyone."

Jessica felt offended at his accusation.

"What? Do you think it was about money?! Or prestige?! Damn it, Bertrand!- I would have married Liam if he was a regular guy; his status didn't matter to me."

He interrupted her with an enraged glare. "Why else would you abandon us?!" He argued.

"Bertrand-" Maxwell interjected but shut his mouth from a glare shot his way by his older brother.

"I love Liam. That's why! Because I couldn't share a life with him. Whatever we did have was only temporary until he ran back to being  Madeleine's husband. I was not meant to be the other woman. I wanted to be the only one, but I couldn't. So, I wanted to try and see if I could find someone to share my life with or at least have some sort of purpose."

"All we knew was that we did EVERYTHING in our power to help you! You were our family. We accepted you not only into our home but our lives. All for you to leave without even a proper goodbye. It's Liam's place to tell you about his heartbreak, but it's my place to tell you about ours. Savannah, Bartie, Maxwell, and mine! You were close to all of us. My son looked for you, my wife cried over you, Maxwell found comfort with the loss of you with Drake. I had no one to talk to about how much you left a void in my heart. Again, another woman that just upped and left."

Jessica's stomach sank as she saw tears forming in Bertrand's eyes.

"Bertrand…" She whimpered, reaching out to him. He shrugged away from her.

Bertrand reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and handed something to Jessica.

"You keep a photo of us in your wallet?" Jessica asked.

Bertrand looked at Jessica and said, "Yes. Since the day it was taken. It is what the American's do when they love someone. They carry pictures of people they love in their wallets to reminisce. I adopted the custom. I can't tell you how many times I found myself looking at that picture and wondering what life you made for yourself in our absence." His voice cracked. It made a tear escape her eye to gently fall down her cheek. Her heart hurt badly at seeing how painful her disappearance had made it for those she loved.

Jessica opened her wristlet purse and pulled out the same picture. "I spent the most meaningful years of my life here and learned so much. I hated walking away, and as the years passed, I held on to this picture, wondering if I could ever be your sister again."

Bertrand walked over to Jessica and gave her an embrace. They stood there silently, crying into each other's arms. He whispered to her, "Tungsten, you are where you belong." Jessica sniffled and whispered, 'Mr. Rogers. Thank you for loving me. I missed you all." After a few moments passed, another set of arms wrapped around them, and she could feel his warm tears on her as his soft voice spoke, 'Blossom, I'm glad my dance partner is back. It was never the same without you. '

[yikeshereiam]

[insert bernie sanders meme] i am once again asking for the celtic myth fic (also corey's story bc saying it outloud reminded me of toy's story which is completely unrelated but i'm curious nonetheless)

this celtic myth fic is my baby and I'm so glad someone is as pumped as I am for this release.

“Okay,” Theo mutters to himself, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his keys. “Let’s get this show on the road.” 

He runs through a checklist in his head. Keys, phone, wallet, I.D.… Theo opens up the truck’s passenger door to dump his work bag onto the seat, then he rounds the vehicle so he can get to the driver’s side. 

…Safe locked, door locked… 

Theo pauses. There's something leaning up against the door of the truck. He squints in the dark, eyes flashing yellow as he stepped forward. Theo pauses again. 

Slowly, without taking his eyes off the figure slumped against his truck, still dressed in the all black uniform required to work in the bar, Theo pulls out his phone, clicking on the content he had favourited in case of emergencies.

“Hello?” Theo says, voice steady, despite the tremble in his hands. “Yeah, uh, there’s a body.” 

and the corey story (which does sound like toy story, when said out loud)

“Do you think we should stick around?” He watches as a nurse scoops up a little girl who is bleeding from a gash on her head. Corey knows that Scott, Liam and the others are already making their way back to the McCalls'. He also wants nothing more than to lay across the nearest flat surface and take a long nap. But… the memories of Lucas and the sting that started everything is never too far from the foreground of Corey’s mind. “We could help. You know, give them some answers?” 

Mason pauses, keys dangling in-between his fingers. His eyes scan Corey’s face for a second, obviously looking for something. He’s got this knack for being able to read Corey. Being able to see him. It should be unnerving. But Corey can’t really discredit Mason for knowing him. Not when he knows Mason just as well. Near death experiences can do that to a relationship. 

“You sure?” Mason says it slowly. Clearly, he isn’t opposed to the idea. But Corey thinks he can spot the shake to his hands, despite them being shoved into his pockets. 

There’s a shout from the door. A car has pulled up and a man is guiding another man out of the passenger seat. There’s blood all over both of them and the entire scene is just plain distressing. Like something out of a horror movie, or one of those ER dramas. The uninjured man’s voice is high and trembling as he explains what happened, the other is seemingly too out of it to do anything but slump into the doctor who had run out to help them’s arms. 

“Yeah,” Corey replies, tearing his gaze away from what’s transpiring in front of them. Mason slips his phone out from his jacket and pockets his keys, leaving the car locked. “Yeah, I’m sure.”