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myuminji · 1 year

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Just a comic about two people catching up again [Angel AU]

[ID: A Trigun comic of Wolfwood after his death in Trigun Maximum.

Abbreviated ID: Wolfwood is now an angel with wings and a halo tied to his grave. He cannot be seen or heard by others, but Livio visited his grave and mostly filled him in on the finale, and Wolfwood waits for Vash to show up. When he does, Wolfwood is stunned and worried by his black hair, though he deems Vash fine when he pulls out drinks for them both.

Vash pours the drinks and talks. He confesses that he killed someone and calls himself a coward and the worst, apologizing for being selfish and not saving Wolfwood. Wolfwood angrily shouts that everything was his decision, and Vash is an idiot for blaming himself.

He says that Vash has done so much for Wolfwood and for others, and he calls Vash brave. Vash falls asleep with tears in his eyes, but he seems lighter when he wakes up. Vash leaves, promising to return, and Wolfwood says that he'll "watch him from afar... again." The title is "#1 'What happened to your hair?'". Full ID below readmore in 21 paragraphs.

The comic starts with a dark, noise-filter panel of the Punisher being used as Wolfwood's gravestone, with the quote "Nicholas D. Wolfwood has died" written over it.

Below that is Wolfwood, who has wings and a halo. He sits pensively and narrates, "At least, that's what everyone has come to believe, including me. Yet here I am, still roaming on this damn barren planet... But I wouldn't say I'm quite alive anymore. Since I couldn't feel hunger or thirst like I used to." He thinks, "'Ghost,' like those horror stories was it?"

He narrates over sketchy panels of himself frowning while floating next to his grave and yelling at Livio. "There, are other things I found that fits the term, like how I can't bring myself to far too far from my grave, or how others can't see me at all." We see Livio tearing up and saying "Nico-nii..." while Wolfwood furiously waves his arms and shouts, "I am!! Here!!!!"

Livio is shown speaking with a teary smile while Wolfwood leans against Punisher and listens. Wolfwood says, "Livio is the first and only person I've met so far. And luckily, he was quite a storyteller. I was able to get a grasp of the situation, and its aftermath. And what happened to him in the end."

Livio smiles and says, "It's been three months ever since... But even if we couldn't get ahold of him now, I'm sure he'll come back to you someday." Wolfwood narrates, "—And knowing that idiot, he probably would."

A close-up of Vash's coat in the wind as Wolfwood narrates, "So it didn't come as a surprise to me when he visited my grave. I'd even thought up of things to say when we meet again. Everything was thrown out of the window when he appears, of course. I could vividly remember the one question that burns in my head..."

Wolfwood looks shocked as Vash, hair fully black, waves cheerfully, "Yo! It's been a while, hasn't it? Wolfwood." Below the two floats the question: "#1 'What happened to your hair?'"

Wolfwood sweats, "Spikey, your hair. Doesn't it mean... Are you okay???" Vash smiles sheepishly, "Ah, I hope you're not mad I didn't come sooner, don't haunt me please..." Wolfwood shouts, "That's not the problem right now!!" Vash pulls something out and exclaims, "But look what I got for you!! Alcohol!!!" Wolfwood shouts, "What sort of person do you see me as!?"

Vash excitedly pulls out a bottle and two shot glasses. "It's not the only reason why I'm late, but it did took me a month to hunt this down... I recall you said you wanted to try them, right?" Wolfwood buries his face in his hands and says, "Where the hell are your priorities... You know what, yeah. I'm not gonna ask anymore since you look fine."

Vash smiles a bit tiredly and says, "Hmm,, I'm glad this place hasn't turn to ruins yet~ I've still got lots I need to tell you that's happened out there! And I thought it's better to talk about it with drinks on the side…" He clinks two glasses together. "So, cheers! ..."

He and Wolfwood are both awkwardly silent, and Vash sweats and frowns nervously. Then he pours a glass onto the ground, and Wolfwood furiously shouts, "D'ya really expect me to drink off the ground!? Stupid needle noggin!!!!!"

Vash laughs sheepishly, and he speaks via empty speech bubbles while Wolfwood listens, drinking with a small smile. Vash says, "... And when that happened I..." He drops his gaze and says between long pauses, "I..... When that happened......" Wolfwood watches him seriously as he says, "... Say. Wolfwood, is this how you've felt all the time?"

Vash looks down sadly. "You I see, I... killed someone in the end." He laughs, eyebrows drawn in. "I guess you're right. I am bound to choose someday." He takes another sip, then downs it and falls backwards. "Isn't it funny? That I've called you a coward once for killing... But guess who's the coward now~? It's always been me, isn't it?"

Vash lies on his back and laughs. "... Haha. I wonder if you're laughing too. I really am the worst, aren't I?" Wolfwood looks down as Vash continues, "You've done so much for me, but all I've caused you are troubles. I was selfish, always chasing after my own goals... That you couldn't ask for my help. That I couldn't save you. Just what kind of friend am I?"

Vash scrubs his eyes with an arm and says shakily, "Sorry... Wolfwood... I'm so sorry..." A close-up panel of his mouth shows Wolfwood saying, "... Just so you know--" Expression unimpressed, he exclaims, "There's no way in hell I'm accepting that lousy apology! You drunkard!"

He stands up and seems to kick Vash, who's still on the ground and mostly out of sight. Wolfwood demands, "Why are you even sorry for something like that, huh?? I chose my own path. It was all my decision! How many times do I say it to get it stick in that thick head of yours? Stop. Blaming. Yourself. For the things. You've not done. Idiot! Stupid spikey hair!!"

Vash's face is cut off, but a tear in his eye can be seen as he weakly says, "... oof.. wood..." Wolfwood looks tired and sighs, "... Ha... Don't feel bad about me. Until when will you realise just how much you've done for us? You've done more than enough for me, Needle Noggin."

The perspective zooms out to focus on the sky and two moons, including the fifth moon. Wolfwood's wings and the Punisher can just be seen at the bottom. Wolfwood says, "And you're brave, to go against what you've been taught your whole life. You're not a coward. You faced them until the end. So don't sell yourself short like that next time, okay?" We see Vash's face, smiling with tears in his closed eyes. Wolfwood concludes: "I'll get mad."

Wolfwood narrates, "—He passed out right after for the whole night on the cold ground. I realised how little I could help in the situation." He tries to drape his coat over Vash, sweating, and wonders, "Wouldn't it just pass through ...?"

Time passes, and Vash gets up with a sneeze and rubs his eyes. Wolfwood watches him with his eyebrows raised, and Vash laughs quietly and a bit nervously. Wolfwood narrates, "As if he'd heard my voice, a burden seems to be lifted off his shoulder when he woke up. That, or maybe he'd forgotten what happened last night. He was quick to take his leave right after.

"And so, Vash the Stampede went on a journey with a promise." Vash waves goodbye, turning to leave with his bag in hand. "I'll be sure to bring back more stuff next time!! See you later!" Wolfwood concludes, "While I watch him from afar... again." Wolfwood sits below the Punisher and waves back, saying with bemusement, "Has he never heard the phrase 'do not disturb the death?' He really throws me off..." The title is named, and it says "/ END." End ID]

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#''if you can't go to see the world I'll bring the world to you instead'' post trimax vash who often comes back to ww bringing things he foun #and it piles up. alot.#i have up to 8 chp of these tho idt i can draw them all haha #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax spoilers #trigun maximum spoilers #vashwood #centric #/p

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pinkthrone445 · 5 months

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~I'd do it all over again if you're with me~ Prequel

Next part

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: little bit of hurt, fluff.

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, mention of alcohol.

Summary:you and Melissa had been in a relationship for a couple of years now, until at your sister's wedding you talk about marriage and you realize that the two of you had different perspectives on the future of the couple.

Request:I’m obsessed with this! Can you make a prequel where the reader talks about getting married and Mel refuses and then later Mel proposes the reader? 🥺 I loved when you talked about it! @babytakeittothehead

Hope you like it! ❤️

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You and Mel were at one of your sisters' weddings, you had traveled over the weekend so you could enjoy the party and the family. Everything had been beautiful, the atmosphere was spectacular, there was certainly love in the air. You and Melissa had been together all night, her hands always in contact with yours or your body. You loved moments like that where you could go out and enjoy being a couple in front of everyone, unlike when you visited her at school and you had to control themselves, so the kids wouldn't make disgusted faces.

When it was time to toss the bouquet, you and Melissa didn't make any effort to go participate, you just stayed at the table talking, that's why you were surprised when the bouquet practically fell into her hands, which made you laugh when you saw her face. While everyone applauded and congratulated you two, the redhead left the bouquet on the table making a disgusted face

-"No thanks"-she said, and another guest looked at her curiously

-"You're not a big fan of commitment, I assume"- he murmured and Melissa shook her head, taking a sip from her drink

-"Not even drunk in Vegas would I get married, that's a mistake I only made once and I won't do it again for anyone. The only thing a wedding achieves is that at the time of separation, everything it is more complicated. Because believe me, that eternal love bullshit is a lie. All couples have problems and are going to separate as soon as possible with the stupidest reason as an excuse"-The redhead replied too sincerely to be at a wedding, clearly she had taken a little too much to drink

-"Come on Mel, there are couples who last a lifetime together, look at you and me how well we are doing in 3 years together, I see us together for many more years. A wedding only confirms that love that couples feel for each other" - You responded trying to lighten the harsh comment your girlfriend had made, she just laughed

-"Believe me honey, everyone separates at one point or another and those who haven't, it's because they're cowards"-She replied as she continued drinking, you frowned and for the first time in the night you stopped having contact with her by letting go of her hand

-"I think it's more cowardly to give up... So you are planing to leave me?"-You asked, confused, and she laughed, thinking your question was a joke

-"No, not now, but we don't know what will happen in the future, life is hard and fights happen" -she replied without much care-"don't know what will happen in the future when we go through problems"

The rest of the party you avoided the redhead as much as you could, until it was time to go to the hotel. As you were taking off your dress and putting your pajamas, Melissa hugged you from behind pressing her front to your back and kissing your neck, knowing the effect that had on you, but you sighed and slipped out of her grip

-"I thought that if we were going through troubles we would talk like adults and fix things. Not that we would separate at the first sight of difficulties, I imagined myself with you all my life..."-You whispered in pain and got up from the table

-"Come on, I didn't think you were so deluded" - she joked and you sighed

- "I'll go see my sister to see how she's doing" - you said before walking away.

-"I'm tired Melissa, it was a very long wedding" - you replied and she tried to hug you but you wouldn't let her, laying you on the bed and letting your hair down

-"But it's the last day we have at the hotel before we go back home, I thought we'd enjoy it"-she whispered disappointed seeing how you covered your body with the blankets without even deigning to answer before closing your eyes. Defeated, the redhead changed and lay down next to you.

The next day you thought that you would feel better, but her words stuck in your head, she was thinking about a future without you in it. You sighed looking out the window of the plane, why would Melissa say that? Were you giving 100 percent of yourself in the relationship and that relationship already had an expiration date? Didn't she imagine a future with you? Didn't the supposed love she had for you make her want to spend her life with you? She could have said she didn't want to get married because she didn't believe in weddings anymore and you would have understood. But no, she said she didn't want to get married because it would make the separation more complicated, that only fools believed in weddings, you assumed that made you a fool... She said that problems could separate you, so little faith did she have in the relationship and so little effort would put into fixing things that she would be ready to part ways in the first fight?

Your heart felt heavy, maybe you were overthinking things, but it had really hurt you to hear that from her. If you had known that she didn't imagine a future with you like the one you imagined with her, maybe you wouldn't have been so involved in the relationship, the more you thought about it, the more heartbroken you imagined yourself.

For her part, Melissa didn't understand anything, neither your change of mood nor what made you sick. You never refused to have sex with her, in fact, you almost always initiated it and never said no, no matter how tired you were. Also, whenever you traveled together on a plane or bus, you rested your head on her shoulder and hugged her arm because that helped you calm down and sleep, but now you had turned the other way, with your back to her, looking out the window of the plane, and hugging your pillow. She tried to talk to you, but you were on the verge of tears and didn't want to cry on the plane, so you put on your headphones and closed your eyes trying to avoid her as much as possible.

When the plane landed and you got down, Melissa spent the whole way back home talking, but you barely responded to her, your head was completely elsewhere and Melissa still didn't know why. You had already been dating for 3 years and she knew you more than you knew yourself, but there were times when she could be so clueless with the things that were happening to you, if you didn't say it to her face, she didn't realize what made you feel bad, or even realize that it was she who had hurt you.

As soon as you got home, you started unpacking your bags and putting your clothes in the wash, especially the ones you would need the next day to go to work. Among the things you pulled out was a set of red underwear, Melissa's favorite color, but it was definitely new because she hadn't seen it before. The redhead's eyes lit up with excitement and possibilities, approaching you with a mischievous smile and hugging you from behind kissing your shoulder without taking her eyes off your suitcase and the underwear set

-"And that? I'm sure I haven't seen it before... Is it beautiful, when did you buy it?" - Your girlfriend asked you excitedly, hoping that the talk would lead you to wear it

-"I bought it on the trip, I was going to use it for you the night after the wedding, until I lost the desire to have sex"-you replied seriously and I let you off her grip to continue doing your things, the redhead looked at you with confusion

-"No problem with that, you could use it now... I'm dying to see you with that" - she said in a seductive tone, but you barely paid attention to her

-"I can't, I have a lot of things to do for tomorrow for my work and I want to sleep early to be well rested" - you replied putting the set of underwear in the wash and taking out some papers from work, leaving her more confused.

The next day, Melissa got up to make you breakfast, she knew she had done something wrong but she still didn't know what. When she got up, she was surprised to see that you had already left and she hadn't noticed, almost always you were the one who had the hardest time waking up. The redhead sighed, ate breakfast by herself, and then went to work.

At recess, she told her friend Barbara everything that had happened on the trip she had had with you, how much fun you were having until the bouquet fell into her hands. And how confused she had been after that because of the anger you were showing. Her friend laughed at how lost the redhead was

-"Don't you think maybe she's upset about how quickly you dismissed the idea of marriage? You're in a relationship of 3 years with her, maybe she hoped to get married someday. The fact that you are in a relationship means that these things are discussed between the two of you, not denied without first consultation at least. A relationship is about committing to things even if you don't like it, it's about demanding but also giving. I know you're not a fan of weddings because of your ex, but she's younger and maybe she imagined the perfect wedding with you. You should ask her if that's why... And maybe if you don't want a huge wedding, plan a party even if it's just to celebrate your love. That girl left her house to go live with you, she puts up with your strong character and your anger, and she is always attentive to help you with everything, I think it's your turn to do something for her..."-The eldest advised her and Melissa sighed, she knew she was right but that didn't make it any easier, just thinking about marriage turned the redhead's stomach because it reminded her of her failed marriage and how she was cheated.

After join up some courage, at the end of the classes she was ready to go home to talk to you. It hurt her to see that the food she had prepared for you was still in its place, even though you had clearly arrived home a long time ago. After leaving her things in place, she went to the living room where she found you eating a bag of chips while you watched TV without paying much attention to it

-"Honey..." -The redhead tried to get your attention but didn't succeed-(Y/N)?-she tried again

-"Mhhh?"-you asked still looking at the tv

-"I'm home..."-she whispered

-"I saw that, I saw you"-you replied dryly and she sighed

-"Look hon...I get that you're angry about what I said, but you can't treat me like this just because of that, I think you're overreacting" - Said the redhead, tired of your bad mood, you paused the movie and put the potatoes aside, finally paying attention to her

-"Do you even know what bothered me about what you said? Because for me this is an appropriate reaction, because what you said made me reconsider my whole future with you"-You got up from the couch upset and stood in front of her

-"If this is because I said I didn't want a stupid marriage, it's obvious that we're going to have our disagreements, but if you're going to get like this because of something so stupid, I can't imagine when we have more serious problems, we're not going to last much longer together"-Your girlfriend replied clearly annoyed, everything she had practiced of how to talk things down was no longer useful, her bad temper was winning over her desire to talk things calmly

-"You don't get it! It's not about the fucking wedding Melissa! Yes I would love to get married, but I can live without it. It's about you not thinking we have what it takes to be together as a couple despite the problems. We haven't had a big fight yet and you're already thinking about separation and giving up. If you don't want a future with me, if you plan to break up with me later for some stupid shit, you better do it now and end this once and for all. 'Cause I'm not your toy to please you until you decide you don't need me anymore"-You yelled at your girlfriend looking at her with teary eyes. The redhead took a step back, calming down and sighing as she finally understood what was happening

-"Hon... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I wasn't even thinking about what I said... I just remembered how stupid my ex-husband was and everything I had to go through to separate and get a divorce" - she whispered and came closer to you, but you took a step back crying

-"Well, but I'm not your ex-husband, I'm not going to cheat on you with someone else, I love you and adore you, I'd never think of hurting you like that. From day one that we are together I have put everything I am into this relationship and it hurts me to see that you are already thinking about ending things with me at the slightest confrontation"-you whispered no longer strong enough to fight, the anger left your body and was replaced with sadness, Melissa came up to you and hugged you tight kissing your forehead and this time you left her and leaned on her chest sobbing, just the thought of losing her broke your heart into a thousand pieces-"I don't want to lose you Melissa, I want us to do everything to fix the situation even though we have fights because I love you, I love you more than anyone else in this life..."-You whispered against her chest and she hugged you even tighter

-"I love you and I can't imagine a life without you, I'm so sorry for what I said, I was so scarred by my past that I didn't realize I was ruining my future with you... Every night before I go to sleep, I pray to the heavens that for the rest of my life you will be by my side when I wake up. It was kind of unconscious that I said, I can't imagine my life without you, I'm so sorry, I want you forever in my life."-Melissa kept whispering sweet things while still hugging you, things that erased your fears and insecurities, that brought peace back to your heart.

It was Valentine's Day and Melissa had been working longer hours, having two classes together meant twice as many students, twice as many exams and twice as many children who needed help. On that particular day, she tried to leave early to see you at home, but one of her students was having trouble at home and decided to vent to the redhead minutes before she left, forcing her to stay longer to help him. When the child finally stopped crying and the parents came to pick him up, it had been almost three hours since the last time she had sent you a quick message saying she would arrive a little later without time to give you more explanations. Melissa sighed grabbing her bag and walking through the parking lot, she knew that you had agreed to go out to dinner together in a luxurious restaurant and there was still time to get to the reservation if you canceled going to the movies as you had agreed, but she was very tired and with little desire to go out, the day had left her exhausted. Between the restless children and the problem she had to handle, she no longer had any desire to be with more people, only to stay with you at home. But she had already left you waiting and you already had the reservation paid, she knew you would be mad if you didn't do anything special on Valentine's Day. Melissa carefully opened the front door, but not before smiling despite her tiredness. As soon as she put down her coat and purse, she saw how you got up from the couch wearing a beautiful and elegant dress, silently approached her side, she expected you to yell at her or get angry at her tardiness, but instead, you caressed her cheek with a small smile on your lips

~Months Later~

-"Hi Mel, I missed you... Are you okay?"-You asked with real concern in your voice, the redhead carefully hugged your waist

-"Hello sweetie, I'm fine... I'm so sorry to be late, it's just that one of my students had a problem and needed my help..." - she answered looking at your eyes

-"Are they okay?"-you asked and she nodded-"and you are really okay?"

-"Yes, I'll take a quick shower and then we can go to the restaurant, so we don't lose our reservation" - The redhead spoke quickly trying to get out of your embrace but you wouldn't let her, she looked at you confused

-"Do you want to stay?"-You whispered, the redhead was shocked, it looks like you read her mind, she turned to look at you, pointing to your dress

-"No, you're already dressed and we've already paid for the reservation" - she insisted, not because she didn't want to stay, but because she didn't want to look bad saying yes so fast

-"But you're tired... I know you Mel, I know it's Valentine's Day but you don't feel like going out and I know"-she pointed to your dress again but you took it off and let it fall, leaving you only in panties and leaving the redhead speechless to answer you-" done, I don't have a dress anymore, do you want to stay now? You can barely keep walking, I know you wanna stay, I won't get mad if you are honest with me..."-You whispered and smiled

-"I wanna stay..."-she answered and you hugged her tightly, the redhead took advantage of your lack of clothes to let her hands travel over your body smiling

-"Let's take a shower"-you whispered over her lips before kissing her

After a relaxing and gentle shower together, the two of you got into bed and put on a movie on TV, neither of you bothered to put on clothes, all you did was bring some snacks. The redhead's head was on your chest as she hugged your waist and felt your soft breathing. Usually you were the one snuggling up in her, but you knew she was tired and needed it. Melissa was focused on her thoughts instead of the television. Anyone else would have been mad at her for being late on Valentine's Day, but you were worried about her and hers students, not mad at all. In previous years the two of you had made great gestures for each other on Valentine's Day, but nevertheless, Melissa appreciated this much more, that you had put your plans aside because she needed it, she appreciated that you realized what she needed. She valued staying at home with you, without hearing a single complaint about the ordinariness of the situation on such a special day. Melissa was grateful for you, you had a lot of patience with her. Your hand was playing with the redhead's hair and when she felt your laughter thanks to the movie under her cheek, she came back to reality looking at you with shining eyes, you felt watched and you looked at her confused

-"What?"-Your mouth was full of Doritos and she thought that was adorable

-"Marry me" - she whispered getting up and sitting down next to you looking into your eyes, you almost choked

-"What?"-you asked again after drinking some water

-"Marry me... I want to live the rest of my life with you, I want the world to know that we belong to each other, I want our friends to celebrate our love with us, I want it to be almost impossible for us to walk away from each other, I want you to marry me... Please, I'd be very foolish if at some point in my life I thought of leaving you again"-The redhead spoke truthfully and you looked at her confused, although you wanted to get married you knew that she wasn't a big fan of the idea, and if you had ever imagined that she would propose to you, it certainly wouldn't be while you were in bed naked watching a comedy movie. At your silence, the eldest became nervous- "I promise I'll buy some rings as soon as possible but if you want we can..."-The redhead couldn't keep talking when you sat on her legs and started kissing her with emotion and tears in your eyes, her hands immediately went to your waist as she enjoyed having you close-"Is that a yes?"-she spoke over your lips without separating an inch

-"YES! DEFINITELY"-You screamed and kissed her again, which made her laugh. Melissa was doing this out of pure love and you knew it, she wasn't doing it in front of a big crowd to show off, or because she had made a mistake and wanted to fix it, she was doing it completely out of love, for her and for you.

-"I'm going to be the only one lucky enough to enjoy your Doritos-flavored kisses for the rest of my life, future Mrs. Schemmenti"-she answered making you laugh and kiss her again-"I love you..."

-"I love you more, happy Valentine's..."-you answered

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waynewifey · 8 months

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aporia — b.w

part one : dear mr. wayne

part two: aftermath

part three: aporia

epilogue

sumary: aporia suggests “an impasse”, a knot or an inherent contradiction found in any text, an insuperable deadlock, or “double bind” of incompatible or contradictory meanings which are “undecidable”. [reference]

pairing: battinson/bruce wayne x reader

genre: drama & romance

warnings: mental health struggle, miscarriage, car crash, a lot of internal dialogue

word count: 2k

A/N: the more i write, the more i put myself in this story. i feel like this ‘you’ is so complex i can’t help but try to explain her further. part four will be bruce’s perspective on all of this + an epilogue. i’m so grateful for the amazing feedback given on the last two parts and for the new followers, thank you so so much. i hope you enjoy this. (also this gif??? HELLO???)

GOTHAM. USA.

— bargaining.

the uncomfortable silence makes you want to scream. she told you that was a normal reaction and they couldn't get rid of those moments, they were essential for your self reflection. the problem was being alone with your thoughts, even for just one minute. they keep deciding you won't recover any time soon. everyone keeps holding you like a cracked vase. even negligence was better than being put under the microscope.

"i don't know what you want me to say" you respond, your gaze anxiously shuffling between the objects in the room. the woman's eyes, however, don't ever leave your face. she holds that journal like a scientist analysing a mutation. like you're some weird thing.

"you should say whatever you feel like saying." that's what she always answers. dr. quinn was extremely stoic, even for a therapist. you still liked her, though, because her pragmatic approach helped you shift your point of view and see yourself from an outside perspective, which made you want to help yourself. after weeks of feeling extra irritable, still trying to forgive your husband for lying to you, you realised maybe everything was too much for you to handle by yourself. you wanted to go back to the real world but before that, you had to do this. a quick chat with your psychiatrist and he gave you the contact to harley quinn.

"i think i've been way too mean to bruce" your confession has her nodding, like that observation had been made sessions before and she was waiting for you to realise that. "he's been so supportive and helpful, but sometimes words just fly out of my mouth and i don't even mean them"

"do you think it's easier to blame him than to come to terms with what actually happened?" you can't answer, because this was all you've asked yourself lately. you were a coward, hiding behind his suffering to prevent confronting yours. it's easy to curse him, to reject him, but it's not what you want to do. lately it feels like you don't have any control over your emotions and actions. you thought maybe if you pushed away the last person that still cared for you, you could disappear in your loneliness and finally stop hurting. "y/n you've been through something terrible. the kind of thing we never think it's gonna happen to us. i know it doesn't feel real, but you have to face it that it is. the thing about trauma... you have to keep living with it. you have to keep going, because it doesn't go away. but this is your life and you don't get to stay on standby. you hurt the people you love because it's better than hurting yourself. you told me you feel bad about it, so why won't you change?"

why won't you? you don't even know where to start. it felt comfortable living in sorrow forever. horrible, but comfortable. again, it was in fact easier to blame him than to accept this was reality. but he's right outside, been waiting for you for two hours, as he has done twice a week for over a month. you weren't being fair to him. he didn't deserve this. dr. quinn sees the defeat in your eyes and sighs in a mission accomplished type of breath.

"think about this, okay? we'll talk on friday." you nod, as if you weren't already overthinking it.

bruce sees you before listening to you. he's created the habit to stay in the waiting room with headphones in, blasting loud music. he didn't want you to feel like he was prying on you. he also didn't want to listen anything you had to say about him. you had the right to be mad at him, given everything that had happened. he knew you didn't mean it when you bomb dropped the word 'divorce' every now and then. it would take you some time to get back to normal and he wouldn't rush you.

you walk to the car quietly and get into the driver's seat. he agreed to let you drive to and from therapy. the office was actually in dr. quinn's house, a little bit on the country side of the city, if you could call it that. it was a 50 minute drive with no traffic, roads empty enough for you to drift off in you thoughts. he watches you drive, eyes brightening up a little more everyday. he realised that trying to shield you from the world wasn't going to work out. you need to learn how to be on your own. he needs to learn how to care for you while away.

"i'm sorry," you caught him off guard, observing the curves of your face. he frowns at the unexplained sentence. you glance at him but look back at the road. "for the way i've been acting. for pushing you away. for being too complicated. i know you're trying to help… thank you for staying."

"darling, of course. for better or for worse, remember? i'm never leaving you. we're getting through this, together. and don't you worry about me, i'll be okay when you are too, alright? you're doing great, i can see how much you're working towards it." he holds out a hand for you and you take it, intertwining your fingers. his calloused palms are softer now, courtesy of the months without batman-ing. they still embrace yours entirely and warm the cold tips of your fingers.

"i love you" the sweetness of that feeling dominates your tastebuds and it's almost like the day you started dating. that innocent type of love that consist of the pure enjoyment of each others company. however, your attempt to savour the moment is ruined by a shape in your peripheral eyesight.

"i love you too" bruce's voice is muffled by the anxious thoughts taking over your mind. the panic starts to overflow. he notices your body getting stiff and the wheel looking loose on your hand. your breathing lost it's rhythm to creaking gasps. there's something wrong. your eyes are frozen in a vehicle. he's seen this van before. maybe not this one, but an identical one, in a security camera tape in court. it looks exactly like the one that took you. "baby, hey, hey. i'm right here." you don't pay any mind to the man beside you. you can't, not when your instincts are telling you to run. not when you can feel the gun getting knocked on your head over and over again. bruce is saying something. the tears are blurring your sight. this is too much.

he's calling you screaming at this point, tears are rolling down your cheeks and you still haven't looked away from the van. there's a bump coming up, the car is dangerously fast and you're not driving at all. he goes for the wheel but isn't quick enough. the tires wiggle, going in their own direction. the car changes lanes, getting in the wrong way of the street. another car is coming and the impact isn't light. your head is thrown forwards, the airbag covering your face. the windshield shatters and little pieces of glass get stuck in your hair. the crash isn't too bad, you're both still awake and only the front has been smashed. but you get out hyperventilating, falling onto the ground and weeping.

bruce gets out as well, only a scratch on the forehead. he has to kneel on the dirt to hold you up. for a while, he doesn't say anything. the other driver is standing, phone in the ear. he's also fine. the cars were the only damage. two other drivers stop by, offering help. you wish he could help you, but it seems as if there's something inherently wrong with you.

— depression.

the weeks following the accident were harsh. it took a while to get you believing in recovery again. you still weren't sure. somehow there was press at the site, so pictures of you crying next to a car crash made it to the papers. there's minor commentary online about you faking it for your husbands popularity. most of the netizens feel desperately sorry for you and have painted you to be their new princess diana, the comparison seems wild to you.

you only go online every three days or so, because you can't resist the urge to know what bruce hasn't been telling you. jokes on you, he's actually been a lot more transparent lately. you agreed that the batman would show up to the sentence of edward nashton, to pressure the jury with his presence. it worked and the criminal got life without parole. the lawyers said that your public presence impacted on his trial, as 20 years was the standard. you were just glad he wouldn't do that to anybody else ever again. the case got national and your family from outside the state, that you not-so-kindly kept in the dark, started making contact, victimising you all over again.

but things were getting better, gradually. it had been almost a year and it felt like that chapter of your life was finally being finished. you were trying to get your life back, including your driver's license. it was suspended for a while after the accident, so now you had to submit a bunch of medical records to prove that you were mentally fine to drive again. that's how you found yourself in bruce's home office, searching everywhere for your documents. you could've asked him where he put it, but he had just fallen asleep in the living room and you didn't want to disturb him.

in one of the desk's drawers, you find a folder with the local hospital logo on it. you open it, shuffling through the papers you've seen before. only one stands out, with "ob/gyn" on the top of the sheet. you wonder if there's anything helpful there. your eyes start reading the words one by one, listing the examinations they've done on you. the subject changes abruptly.

the ultrasound analysis reports the miscarriage of an unknown pregnancy to the patient's spouse.

you feel like you're about to throw up. the world starts spinning as you force yourself to continue to read.

the fetus was estimated to be in the development stage of the beginning of the second trimester. the miscarriage was most likely a result of several mechanical trauma. dilation and curettage was performed with the patient in a medically induced coma.

you try to remember to breathe in and breathe out just like dr. quinn taught you. you expect the tears but they don't come out. the panic doesn't come. it's suddenly so quiet. it's not like a hole has been punched through your chest, it's like you have no chest at all. it's like you don't even exist. you somehow sit down, your body does. you feel as if it's moving on it's own and you're just watching from afar. your thoughts sound so distant, so irrelevant. you can only think of the baby that had once been inside of you and you didn't even realised. you didn't have the time to love him. you've had him there, right there, the thing you wanted the most in the world and he was taken from you. everything was taken from you.

if a tree falls on a forest, and there's no one around to hear, does it still make a sound? it felt like your fall was silent.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 28 days

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aita for not telling someone i know he’s being bullied?

⚠️ mentions of cancer + a suicide attempt

everyone mentioned here is in their 20s, with the youngest being 21 and the oldest being 28. none of the names used here are anyone’s actual names.

this is kind of a long story with a lot of moving parts and i can’t get into ALL of it so im trying to section JUST this off. basically i’ve had a group of friends for awhile. we met in a larger server and its a pretty big circle, so there is interpersonal drama aplenty. i stepped away from the bigger server and mainly maintained contact with 5-7 friends id made through a personal server and dm conversations.

one of the people in that server, erin (she/they) dm’d me to tell me they had to leave said personal server because they’d had a bit of an incident with 3 of the other members. they ended up telling me that they and the other 3 members had a group chat where they’d regularly talk shit about another person we know, bryce (he/him). apparently they all took something he said months ago WILDLY out of context to claim he’s a transmisogynist and therefore its fine that they bully him (this guy isn’t someone i’ve talked to very much since leaving but i do know him and we are on good terms. he can be a bit difficult to maintain conversations with but he very much is not a transmisogynist. also none of the people in this gc are transfem). like, they conspire in this group chat ways to make him feel bad. erin showed me some screenshots. its pretty textbook highschool mean girls behavior.

erin was also in this group chat and finally got fed up with them all and told them they need to stop trying to justify their actions. its pretty obvious bryce is not the bigot they’re saying he is and they’re just using that as an excuse to be cruel. the people in the group chat did not take that well so erin left and has also left any mutual servers they’re in with them.

she only told me all this because i offered to let her vent, but now im in kind of a rough spot morally. i think the correct thing to do here would be to let bryce know, but im being. kind of a coward about it.

this all may sound like im just throwing myself a pity party, but i am in a very, very bad spot right now. like i said, there was a ton of interpersonal drama in this group and i’ve been in the center of it before. it took a massive toll on me. so im not keen to get involved in drama in general, but also, mainly. i lost my best friend (minze, she/her) to cancer at the start of this year. i’ve known her since childhood and i’ve barely been able to function without her. we lived together. i still take care of her cat. we had the same birthday, and its coming up in a little over a week. i’ve been absolutely gutted knowing this is the first birthday ill spend without her in over a decade. i tried to kill myself a couple of weeks ago because i couldn’t bear the thought of it. i failed, obviously. and im fine at the moment but im definitely not perfectly well and im barely hanging on by a thread

i left the larger group because i couldn’t stand to be involved with everything going on. if i tell bryce about this group chat, i will be getting involved again. i dont think they know i know about it at this point but the only people who could tell him would be me and erin. even if i did it anonymously or asked him not to tell it would be incredibly easy to trace back to me. while im appalled to know my friends have been so viciously cruel to someone for no reason, since losing minze these people have been my only support network. they all knew minze, too. they’re some of the only people i can share memories of her with. i dont think i could process this grief alone

i know i need better friends but i don’t have them right now. i’ve sort of already got a strained relationship with some of them and i worry this could be the last straw and id just… lose them abruptly. and i know if that happened id put myself at risk again, because id be just as heavily suicidal but now with no one to confide in about it

bryce deserves to know. its the right thing to do, but it would cause me a dangerous amount of mental strain. but even though i say i don’t want to get involved i do feel, on some level, like i probably got involved the second i let erin even tell me about this. so i feel like im being a whiny dickhead and just making excuses but im just. im not willing to put myself through this again. not right now. aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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gojosmovingcastle · 23 days

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last love - satosugu

☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄☄. *. ☄⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ⋆☄. *. ☄

Satoru sat perched on the bumper of Y/n's car. The two of them had finally made it to the edge of the grassy planes - where Satoru would leave the memories of his long love to venture off with someone he now considered a sister. It was too dangerous for him to venture further with the possible defenses the world of curses had put up. They were too close to the end to risk it.

Earlier the two were smiling, but now by the fire Satoru sat on the ground, leaning on the back of the car with warn parchment in his hand.

After the long talk with Y/n the other night he figured he should give Suguru a chance to air out his open thoughts - just in case his fears came true. Yet, nothing was coming to mind as his eyes travelled further down the pages. He had so much he wanted to say back, and now he was left with a silent head and shaking hands.

"Just scream, what you wish you could have said - it's not like you are going to send it." Y/n suggested as she drove to the open field where his last thoughts of Suguru would lay - or so he hoped.

Dearest Lover,

Once you read this I will be long forgotten,

Satoru looked toward Y/n as her laugh filled the dark scene as she spoke with Nanami or Shoko over the phone, making a smile fall on his face.

hopefully not by all, but I know by most.

I know you may never forgive me for what has happened over the course of the last handful of years - but know I did it to keep the ones I love safe. While that may be hard for you to believe - open rebelion was the only option I had.

I have tried to write this letter numerous times over the past year, but each time I start I cannot finish. I am pained to say you were right - I am a coward when it comes to our friends, and when I am faced with you most of all.

You were also right when you said that you were everything I wanted to be. Though, your belief in why was skewed. You were everything I wanted to be - not for myself, but for others. You rebelled on your own beliefs, my silent rebellion was for the beliefs of others. The belief that Nanami could return to his parents with open arms. The belief were Haibara could be with his family once again. The belief where...I could attend our wedding without putting the two of us in danger. The belief that one day Y/n could be safe in the world she loves.

I know you think I am selfish, and I understand why as over the years my theatre mask was tied just a little too well. And I can not blame you for not wanting to take the step to loosen it - you had yourself to worry about, and I am afraid if I did not leave on our sixteenth birthday I would not have a lover to write this letter too.

I admired you from the start, Satoru. I know many told you differently, but you were my first form of light. My first love, and my last.

I am sorry we could not be together today peacefully. But know that there is not a day that goes by where I do not pray to the stars for your safety.

I love you, Satoru.

Eternally,

S. Geto

#satosugu #stsg #stsg angst #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu angst #jjk #satosugu x y/n #suguru geto #jjk x reader #jjk satoru #jjk geto #jjk gojo

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part one (Eris x reader Rhys's sister)

Warnings: Injuries and murder and mentions of trauma

I'm so excited this one won the vote! So as Y/n returns to the world of the living, she has to decide whether to save the male who caused her, and her mother's murders, or save him.

Part two

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I screamed as I fell to the ground, my head fuzzy and my stomach churning.

What had happened? I had been walking along, trying to form a plan for…

I take a deep breath, the crisp air and smell of roses pushing into my nostrils. I look at the small grass clearing that makes me tense, memories of terror flitting through my head.

This was the Spring court. Somehow- somehow I was back among the living. Landing right back where my and my mother’s lives had been taken from us.

“Please! Please spare my darling girl!” My mother cries as she’s shoved to the ground, the little lords or spring preparing their weapons, the high lord of spring holding a giant ax as he watches.

I look to Tamlin with tears in my eyes, pleading with him, “Tam, please. Please don’t let them hurt us.”

He looks away, ashamed.

It wasn’t him who was about to lose his life though.

I snap back into reality, hearing voices in the distance. My first instinct is to climb into a tree, wait for them to pass.

But I can hear the angry tones, and I force myself to be silent as I slip through the trees to see where the commotion is coming from.

“Look at this, the High Lord of Spring, on his knees before us.” A cruel male voice said, and I peeked through the foliage to see Tamlin on his knees before a bunch of men, snarling with an arrow in his leg and shoulder.

They looked as if they were laced with faebane.

I wasn’t breathing. He was kneeling there, just as my mother and I had before him and his family.

I could just leave him there, to his fate. Let him die the way he had let us die.

But… my feet wouldn’t move.

I had only just been brought back to life, and I was already about to get myself killed again.

The only thing was that I wasn’t the same weak girl who had died here before.

I searched about, quickly finding a large, heavy rock.

And threw it right at the leader of the group, striking him right in the temple.

“Leave him alone.” I said, lowering my voice in an attempt to hide my identity. I could have used my magic, but that would have been even more telling than my voice.

The males unsheathed their sword, looking for where my voice had come from, and Tamlin stilled.

Please, please don’t recognise me.

“Show yourself you wretch!” The male whom I had hit with the rock snarled, spinning around.

I shifted so I was better hidden. I had no weapons, and against three males who each had at least two weapons…

I should have come up with a better plan.

“How about you show your face you coward!” He continued to shout, but I just smiled as I saw the red haired male who appeared behind him.

Watching as Lucian killed the leader, Tamlin throwing off the two males that were holding him down, I couldn’t help but notice how much they had changed, how different they were then I had seen them last. Lucian had a metal eye now, his face holding more trauma than it had when I knew him.

Tamlin… Even as he killed the last of the males, looked tired and broken. He looked as if he was already half dead.

I watch as they look at the dead males, with coats of bone white, the color of Hybren.

But the king of Hybren is dead.

So who were they following?

I hold my breath, all thoughts on pause as Lucian eyes land on my hiding spot, his metal eye whirring.

Mother above, could he see me?

“Would you like to come join us, or were you planning to wait until we were distracted?” Lucian asked, the words cautious and sharp.

I tense up as Tamlin looks my way too.

I bit my lip, I could run away, and I could surely outrun Tamlin.

But maybe not Lucian.

Taking a calming breath, I step out into the small clearing, were both males stood there, shock keeping them both silent.

“Hi?”

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eusouumfuckingkoala · 11 months

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Ever getting fixed? (Alessia Russo x Reader)

a/n: English isn't my first language, I hope you guys enjoying it, let me know what you guys think?

Alessia was so happy, but the moment I saw her coming to her family that was a few rows in from of my sit, I made my way out thinking I keep my promise to watch the Euro final but I don't have the right to celebrate with Alessia because it's my fault we aren't together anymore but also make me think I did the right choice she is happy with that bright smile and that's all I could ask for even though I would never be the reason for it again.

On the other hand, Alessia saw you leaving, and once again that image of you walking out break her heart so she put a smile on her face even though she was hurt that she didn't get the chance to talk to you, she couldn't make sense of why you break up with her, she blames herself for not pressing you more to know what happened, did she did something wrong, but at the same time she knew something was wrong the way you couldn't look at her when you break up with her or when you walk out of her life that day.

Once Leah saw that look on Alessia's face she knew she had texted you saying she need to talk to you. You look at the text stopping in your tracks.

This wasn't a great idea Leah is my best friend but since the break up I distance myself, I know this talk would hurt but we have to talk eventually.

So after all the celebration, Leah text me to go to the changing room before she made her way to the venue to continue the team and family celebrations.

Once you walk into the changing room you are grateful that it was just you and Leah there, taking a sit while you look at the floor hearing Leah walk around in the changing room not sure what she should say.

"Y/N talk to me, please! I don't know anything from you for a month and a half how can you do this? Do you know how worried I was?"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it I just need time."

"What happened? You are so happy." Leah was just trying to understand the break up not even Alessia knew why you break up with her "Y/N you need to tell me what happened because this is destroying you and her. I don't know what you have on your mind, but I know for a fact that you would never hurt Alessia on purpose, so let me help you fix this."

You knew this was gonna happen, but you don't want to talk about it, Leah starts to pressure you further until it's getting too much making you snap.

" That's enough Leah!!" your voice was arshe something you regret right away "I'm sorry Leah. There is no way this is ever getting fixed, I mess up with my insecurities, and my mind it's a mess, I hurt her probably she doesn't even wanna see my face after what I did I walk away. Besides she is Alessia Russo the most beautiful amazing human being I know, soft inside and out, she can have anyone. She deserves better than me Leah I'm a mess I can't even bring myself to tell her how messed up. I'm scared and she deserves someone that doesn't lie to her because they are a coward."

I say with tears running down my face, Leah was quiet as she comprehended what you say, she rub your back trying to calm you down she blame herself for pushing you so much but she needs to know what is going on to help you also she knew this type of confront sometimes could cause you to have anxiety even panic attacks.

"Y/N don't think like that, didn't you see how happy you both are, how she break your walls, love is scary I know you have been through a lot and you find it difficult to be vulnerable to people to let them in and I also know you are pushing her away just because of how fast she break your walls, I also know you would do anything for her. And right now the only thing you're doing it's making her think she did something wrong..." she hugs you tightly knowing full well you are torturing yourself by bottling all without talking about it like you always do.

"She didn't and could never do anything wrong."

"I know but she doesn't and she has been a mess since you guys break up."

"I can't do anything now I mess up big time, she probably doesn't even wanna see me."

"Then why are you here?" she asks calmly.

"I promise her, you know I don't break my promises Leah, and she looks really happy!"

"Well she saw you walking out, and her face completely changed she is happy for the win, yes, but she isn't her happy self these last few months."

"God I shouldn't have come I didn't wanna mess up the best day of her life, I need to go."

I start to walk out Leah was calling my name but I couldn't be there, there was no way back, walking with your head down and trying to stop the tears, you bump against someone.

"I'm sorry!" your voice was shaking, without looking at the person you make your way around.

"Don't walk away again."

You freeze on your spot once you hear her voice, how you miss her voice but you couldn't help yourself to look at her not after what you have done, how you lie to her, knowing how much she must hate you. The only thought on my mind was she deserve an answer but you couldn't give it to her, and you couldn't move to also get away from her.

"Please!" hearing her voice break just hurt you so much, so you stay but you couldn't move or look at her.

You hear footsteps running far away, Leah yelling something next thing you know, you feel a punch on the face making you fall.

"How dare you? How can you be here after what you did to her, you don't even deserve her, or the way she looks at you!"

"I know..."

You whisper enough for them to hear, and you could see Leah and Alessia pulling Ella away before she punches you again.

"God damn it Y/N fight! You are a coward, you don't..."

"Stop." Alessia says calmly cutting her off.

"How can you be so calm she hurt you? You haven't done anything but cry, today was the first time I saw you smile in months, and she show up for what?"

"It's okay I deserve it" you say to Leah once she made her way to your side helping you get up.

"That's enough!! I never want you to lay another hand on her Toone I don't care if you are my best friend if you ever do that again you better forget my name" Alessia says piss off.

"Let's go, Toone, you are lucky Y/N would never lay a hand on you or anyone off the ring." you hear Leah before she pulls Ella along with her, leaving you and Alessia alone.

You feel your hands shaking no one knew that since you and Alessia break up that you haven't been able to even go to the gym, special after the last beat-up you suffer in the ring, your trainer just tell you to take a few days and get yourself together before you step a foot again on the ring.

You feel Alessia hands on your shoulders as she tries to examine your face, you keep your eyes on anything but her, she pulls you with her into a room making you sit on the chair, you hear her walking around trying to find something, once she find it, she put herself between your legs and press the ice carefully on your face.

"Why didn't you stop her?"

"Thank you and I deserve it after all." you grab the ice from her.

"How can you think you deserve something like that?"

"I understand her motive I hurt you, you are her best friend, I would have hit myself if it wasn't impossible after what I did to you. Besides, why are you helping me when I hurt you?"

"Y/N you know why I didn't stop loving you and I know you feel the same. Besides we need to talk..."

After those last words, you start to feel anxious about this how much you hate the effect these four words have on you, feeling all your straight go away every time you hear "We need to talk" It's like a trigger just brings back the painful memories, of people living, people you trust stabbing you in the back it's all too much before you know you are all curl up on your sit hugging your legs feeling your heart racing and you couldn't breathe, you could hear her voice far away but you couldn't make sense of what she was saying at all, usually no one can calm you down, nothing works out.

"Breath with me babe." she say grabbing my hand to put on her chest to help you follow her breath but wasn't working.

Next thing you feel her gentle hands on your face bringing you into a kiss the feeling of her soft lips press against yours was enough, she pull away your breathing was starting to get back to normal, a simple kiss was enough to stop something you have been trying for months to stop, she use her thumbs to clean your tears and pull your body against hers with her protective arms around, she start dragging her nails against my scalp, running her fingers through my hair knowing this always relax you.

After a few minutes, you had calmed down, you sight getting up scratching the back of your neck thinking how can you going to explain what just happened?

"I'm sorry..."

"I hear you talk to Leah so you don't need to apologize are you feeling better?"

"How much did you hear?"

"That's really how you wanna start this conversation." you shake your head "I don't understand you, how can you think you don't deserve me after all you have done for me, I have been asking myself since we started dating what I did to deserve you in my life. How can you say you are a coward after all we have been through, you think I'm dumb that I don't know how hard it's for you to express yourself."

"Aless..." she grabs my hands rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles.

"What did you lie about? And before you lie to me again keep in mind that I know when your lying to me."

"I'm sorry Less but you deserve someone better, someone you don't have to worry about because of their insecurities, anxiety, and panic attacks. I can't keep hurting you, every time I can't take anyone touching me because it gives me anxious."

"So that's what you are hiding from me? My touch just helps you besides...Y/N what hurt me was not knowing what was happening to you, you aren't talking to me only pushing me away. If I know what was going on I could have helped you."

"No Less I can't put you in this position, it would be selfish..." she grab your chin making you look into her eyes, those bright blue eyes that make you so weak that you would recognize them anywhere.

"You aren't I love you Y/N and that includes all of you, all your perfections and imperfections, so please don't push me away anymore that's the only thing I can't take it anymore."

"Less I love you too but... " you saw her smiling at you, her eyes with pure adoration making you stop talking "What? Why are you looking like that to me after all?"

"You love me?"

Your eyes are wide, you just told her for the first time you love her, they split from your mouth without much problem, making you panic.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it, now isn't the right time" you say looking down disappointing you once again hurt her by confessing to her how you feel when you just wanna do what's best for her.

"Why don't you mean it?" you could hear the hurt in her voice, which broke your heart even more did she really though you don't love her anymore?

"Of course I do Less but I'm trying to do what's best for you..."

She cuts you off by leaning down to kiss you, taking you by surprise eventually you kiss her back, her soft lips against yours, moving in perfect sync with so much passion, dropping your hands to her waist, only pulling away when we both need to breathe, she leans her forehead against mine.

"I don't need you to choose for me, I can make my own decisions Y/N. You are the best for me, so stop running from this I wanna be here for you in the good and bad days so let me do that."

You only nod and smile at her, feeling her thumb soft caressing your jaw, making you lean in her touch, closing your eyes once you see her smile.

"So this means you forgive me for hurting you?"

You ask but honestly, you didn't know if she would after you hurt her so much, if you could go back in time and not break her heart you would do it in a heartbeat. But you didn't know if she would even accept you back, you love each other but was that enough for her to forgive? All you know is that if she gives you another chance you wouldn't make her regret it, and love her the way she deserves it.

"I already did long before we talk." she pick your lips, holding your hand, walking you out of the room you came face to face with Leah and Toone, by the look on their faces Leah probably had given Toone a long talk.

"Y/N I'm sorry I punch you and about what I said but you have to understand you hurt Alessia I couldn't let you hurt her again."

"It's okay, don't worry I deserve it. Besides, I'm glad Alessia has a friend like you who would protect her even though they could be beaten up" you joke but also a bit seriously "But I promise you I will never hurt her again and I will protect her."

Alessia squeezes your hand lightly making you look at her she smiles at you knowing you are still beating yourself up because of what you did to her, you smile at her.

"I'm happy you two are together again! Finally, I don't have to watch you two being miserable without each other!" Leah says.

"True my favorite couple, my best friend, and my favorite boxer!" Ella says jumping on Alessia ruffing her hair.

"You're drunk Ella, get off..." the both of them laughing as you watch with a smile on your face.

Alessia has a heart of gold, you know now full well she is your person hoping you are hers, and you are gonna make sure that she would always feels loved.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #engwnt x reader #alessia russo x y/n #alessia russo x you #woso fanfics #woso

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“Love again, Fall again.”

Pairing: kashimo hajime x reader

Storyline: kashimo hajime reminisces about his past love, not knowing she was reincarnated and does the same. as they meet each other unknowingly and fall back in love, they deal with crippling guilt from their past lives

Note: no pun for today! this idea suddenly hit me while I was listening to Love Again by Ashwarya! Lovely song, go check it out!

xoxo, sayaka.sy

“thought that I would never feel it now.

the things that I had left behind somehow”

Kashimo Hajime is a lonely soul. A being that has endured far more loneliness and heartache than a human should. Somehow… his eyes soften when they lay eyes on you. A faint warm feeling stretches in his stomach, a smile creeping onto his face. His mind berates him for it: how dare he let his guard down for such foolish endeavours, after all… it only ends with tragedy. But… the butterflies don’t go away, in fact… they only worsen. It had been years… centuries even… since he’d felt this enamoured with someone. A strange, strange feeling, like memories he’d tried so hard to lock away, leave behind and abandon.

“so how do I see you now?

and why do I feel you now?”

You gaze into the ocean, your feet tickled by the soft waves lapping at your toes. A long, long time ago… you had been here with… with someone you considered your light, your other half, the Romeo to your Juliet. Your heart sinks… you shouldn’t be thinking about this. You had a new life now. A soft movement startles you out of your thoughts. Kashimo Hajime sits down next to you silently, eyes never meeting yours, but when they do… sparks fly, fireworks shoot through your heart. This… should be impossible, how, just how was this happening… your heart was locked away, an ancient object never to be tampered with. And why, just why did you like Kashimo Hajime so much? You two felt like you were magically connected by the red string of fate.

“i play a song it makes me start to think

that I’m ready to start reminiscing this”

Kashimo Hajime hates this. The nagging feeling of guilt and regret. He should have been there for her, he should have loved her harder, he should have told her how much he loved her. But all those were past tense now, this was the present. He couldn’t run away from his heartbreak forever. Stop being a coward, he tells himself, man up and face it, face Her.

“all the memories are failed attempts

to try and win each other’s hearts all over again.”

You steal a glance at Kashimo Hajime, ignoring the guilt in your heart as you take his hand, stepping out of the boat. The night sky is painted a beautiful blue, the moon shining in the distance. A pang of pain shoots through your heart as your skin touches. You sigh, stepping out yourself and smiling apologetically at him. All the attempts you two made at each other were foiled every single time, all because of you.

“i don’t want to run too fast and catch myself slipping, back into it

can’t be feeling charged again, but for my name, my heart, you’re taking on me”

But like Romeo and Juliet, not every love story ends well.

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p41nty · 4 months

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adam katz has done way too much shit and y'all just let it slide we all know about the ableism in the show and the fact he blocked who dared criticize him, but let's talk about the blatant ZIONISM of this man:

he had an isreali flag in his instagram bio until he was called out for it.

he said he put it there for "jewish pride" BITCH THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE, THE GENOCIDE HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR 70 YEARS

he originally wanted to delay an episode for ONE DAY "to express our condemnation of violence"… sounds like shitty white man capitalist performative activism doesn't it

when he was called out he deleted his twt, privated his instagram and blamed it all on "harassment" and "death threats". what a fucking coward. y'all yt ppl love using the word "harassment" as a fucking buzzword

his mother, jill katz, openly expressed her support for isreal and was following the IOF on twitter. guess the apple doesn't fall far away from the tree.

we should kill this fucker already

do i even have the mental capacity to reply to this coherently.

adam is not his mother? he doesnt share the same views? hes made it explicitly clear he does not support the genocide. hes a jewish man who wanted to celebrate jewish pride but all of you motherfuckers think that just because someone is jewish means they support israels actions. news flash, they DONT.

have you even been on twitter to witness the threats actually happening? i have SEEN people be absolutely horrible to that man and send him death threats and harass him. but just because hes a white man you seem to think he just throws around that word to get sympathy. how is he gonna SEE any of the sympathy if he doesnt have any accounts to begin with?

and im not gonna pretend i wasnt pissed off at ae's shit episode delay, i was. i was infuriated that they thought one day was enough.

they heard us and changed it in the end didnt they? they listened to us and delayed it another week to make room for more awareness

of course at the time preferably not air it at all as it would act as a distraction from what was happen but ae is kinda going downhill so im not really surprised + the ableism thing has been going on for a while with the entire team and not just adam on his own (this is not defending him im mentally disabled myself so seeing him do this stuff is also harming towards me)

"blocked people who dared criticize him" because it resulted in him getting harassed. he unblocked them and apologised + put out a public apology about it later on (and it was well written might i add) since he had to step back and take a breather due to all the harassment he received

let me say this again.

NOT ALL JEWISH PEOPLE ARE ZIONISTS. ADAM DOESNT SHARE THE SAME VIEWS AS HIS MOTHER. LEAVE HIM AND HIS RELIGIONS BELIEFS ALONE.

the fact youre wishing actual DEATH on him makes you no better.

#+ the genocide has been going on for 75 years so boom get your facts right #to me it sounds like you heard about all this secomdhand and wasnt actually there to witness it #idk tho #i dont have time for this i havent even eaten yet

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aonungyoufuck · 1 year

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can i request something where a sully!reader overhears lo’ak complaining/talking shit abt her to tsireya and she becomes distant and upset. thr aonung also overhears and picks on her abt it? then lo’ak “comes to the resvur” but the reader bursts in front of him

Enough

Fem Sully!Reader

Warnings: Just angst. Maybe some self loathe here and there

Thank you Anon for submitting your request. I hope i did you justice and that you enjoy it! I kinda made up the ending since i didnt know if you wanted to be like a fluff end or still angst? So perhaps angst

You had been having a normal day. It was more of the usual Training and trying to form your ways into the life at the sea.

And you hadn't meant for yourself to eavesdrop. It just happened. You had the best relationship with Lo'ak and you thought it was also returned. Two trouble makers trying to make sense in the hierarchy that was your family.

"I just dont get it Tsireya. Its just i do care about Y/n i do. But i would like some time for myself. Its just annoying having to constantly have her loom over me."

"Lo'ak.."

"I just wish sometimes that i could tell her to leave me alone. But she'll stick to me like an unwanted curse"

You could feel the lump on your throat form. Breathing felt painful and you hadn't known why. Was it the hurt or the betrayal? You couldn't really tell.

"But you dont mean that"

"i do! I do Care about my family as i am sure everyone else does! But its annoying to have a constant shadow behind me. Sometimes i wish that she ..she wasn't my sister"

"Lo'ak!"

You didnt even bother to hear the rest. Couldn't even dare. You were hurt. Possibly more to know that this is how Lo'ak felt. And how long exactly? How long had he been coward enough not to tell you face to face. You just couldn't do it. You wouldn't do it. And you were unaware of the pair of eyes that watched you go.

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If Lo'ak had noticed your absence. He hadn't voiced it. You had done your best to avoid being around him as much as possible. And it had been noticeable to the others.

To anyone that had eyes and ears. Your once upbeat but brash personality had dimmed. You avoided Lo'ak as much as possibly taking the time to hang with Neteyam or even Kiri. It had been nice to, really. You didnt know them as much as you knew Lo'ak but even they knew that something was up. The two of you were trouble one and two.

So The lack of the two being in 'good' speaking terms was the biggest thing to have happened since Jake called himself Toruk Makto

"What is wrong?" you would constantly hear Neteyam ask you and yet you brushed him off.

Everything was perfectly fine. It had to be. So you wouldn't be too much of an annoyance.

"How the mighty have fallen"

You dreaded that voice. You hadn't exactly known that Ao'nung had heard Lo'ak's complaints but he did. And he was like a plague repeating the same stuff over and over again.

"Ao'nung. What ever do you mean?" Neteyam would unfortunately ask before you can divert attention from him.

"Talking about Y/n here. Once not long ago would have bitten my head off and now look at her"

He was right. Without Lo'ak to bounce off of. You no longer had any bite to your threats.

"This little nuisance Has really fallen"

"Do not call her that"

"oh but it wasn't me who did. Now was it Y/n?"

You wanted to gag. Wanted to have Eywa take you now and never let you see the light of day.

"no...it wasn't"

Neteyam just watched your face drop. Finally piecing it together. "oh ill go talk to him"

"no! i dont want that Neteyam. I dont want anything to do with him as he doesn't want anything to do with me"

"makes him sick. Like an unwanted curse" Ao'nung had commented back.

You could only bite back your tears.

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From that point on. You had endured the negative feeling any time you saw Lo'ak make an attempt at talking with you. You had endured Ao'nung torture.

And it was a peaceful night before you heard Ao'nungs laugh behind you. You didnt even process him. Not that you cared enough.

Not anymore.

So long in thought and watching the waves go by that you hadn't realized Lo'ak Was here. Standing up for you.

No. You didnt need him.

" I dont need you to fight my battles you know?"

"I cant sit here and watch him berate you like this!"

"Thats rich coming from you!"

You couldnt hold it in anymore. Nothing in your body wanted more than to make him hear you. Make him see you for what you were.

"as i recall i was always "like an unwanted curse"

you could see him mentally slap himself. Throw in a shit as he finally understood why you've been so...standoffish around him.

"i dont need you in this moment to fight for me"

"Listen Y/n, i was-"

"I dont care! I dont care okay? What ever it was that made you hate me. Whatever it was that made you despise me i dont care!" You finally broke. You didnt care who stood and watched. You certainly couldn't bat an eye at Ao'nung who was watching this entire thing.

" I have spend my entire life doing and saying the things you want me to say to please The people around us. To please Dad and mom. To make Neteyam get off our back to cover for the mess you always make"

You couldn't care to voice your words nicely. You had enough.

"i've had about Enough of Always following in your shadow! Ive had it with always having to Take the fall with you when i only wanted to spend time with you without nearly dying or getting someone injured. there are not enough words to voice the pain i felt when you said you had enough of me. When i never been enough for our Father."

You choke on a sob wiping your eyes

"and I'm not going to sit by and not be enough for you!"

And you wouldn't be enough. But you were enough for yourself. And that would be okay. And Lo'ak had all the time in the world to make it up to you.

you didn't know how or when or what he would do. But That was enough for today

#avatar the way of water #atwow angst #atwow headcanons #lo'ak angst #Lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #but like siblings?#Ao'nung #neteyam #lo'ak sully #avatar loak #atwow imagines #atwow x reader

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dreamauri · 6 months

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𝟮 𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪 ─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ╮ ┇after crash landing to protect your ┇teammate, Rooster. He follows suit and ┇you are ready to have a word with him. ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊ ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( bradley bradshaw x fem! pilot! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( angst) ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 750 ) ╰ 🫧 :: ⁠ content warning — ( minor violence )

★ ☆ ik its very out of character of me to do something not f1 but . . . thought i'd give top gun a try. planes are nice too. NOTE that the reader's callsign is lucifer ━━━━

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“What the hell, Bradley?!“ “What do you mean: What the hell? I saved your life.” Bradley shouted back, anger evident in both of your voices. May god give you the strength to not beat the shit out of him. “You saved my life, my ass. Now we’re both stuck here! What is wrong with you?!—” you went to push him, in hopes of letting some of your anger out only for him to grab your wrists and stop you.

“I love you!” He shouted, loudly and angrily to scare the few birds that were around. “That’s what’s wrong with me. My heart beats for you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, silence enveloping the both of you. Nothing around you but the few trees and the apparent endless terrain of snow. You glared at him up and down, trying to understand him, to decipher him like you do with the others. But Bradley wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t any book that you could open and read. “I would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you.”

“You are the most wonderful-” “No, no.” You waved him off trying to turn around and leave. Keyword, try. Bradley had a hold of your left wrist, pulling you back. “Most amazing, most caring, most beautiful, and pleasant and the most amazing—” He continued listing adjectives aggressively as you continued to try and wriggle out and free yourself from his grasp.

“Don’t you hear me, Lucifer? I love you.” “No!” You shouted back, managing to break free only for him to grab you from your shirt, fisting it and holding you close to him, slightly lifting you up so you can be closer to his eye level. “I love you. And I want to marry you. I want to wake up and go to sleep by your side every morning and night, I want to have kids with you, I want to hear your voice everyday, I want to grow old with you, I want you to be the last thing I hear, I touch, I see before I die. Hell, I want to die in your arms!”

“No!” You shouted in his face pushing against his chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes. “You want the same exact thing. Don’t lie to me. You love me, Y/N.” You couldn’t shake how your name sounded on his lips. The first time you’ve heard him say it. And you hated how you wanted to hear it spill from his mouth again.

“You love me, just like I love you.” “We’re both going to die here just because you can’t keep your dick in your pants!” “I’ll cut off my dick if you want me to! But you’re too much of a coward to even look me in my eyes.” That set you off, with a punch straight to his face. “I’m not a coward.” Bradley was shocked for sure, stumbling back and falling on his ass, gripping his nose in pain. The snow cushioned his landing as he looked up at you through his eyebrows, his anger fading slightly.

“I can’t love you.” You looked down at him with a sigh. “I just can’t. You have more to live for than wasting your time with a stupid, air force, suicidal, workaholic, shitty maniac like me.”

The silence stretched out for a few minutes before you finally gave in and held out your hand to pull him to his feet. You indeed couldn’t look him in his eyes. Oh, his eyes. How you hated them. How they made him look so—. . . so . . .

You didn’t even realize what you were doing, pulling him from his collar and smashing your lips on his. Bradley didn’t even hesitate to caress the back of your head, leaning deeper into the kiss with his eyes closed. You could feel how fast his heart was pounding in his chest. How he hoped that this moment would never end. But it had to.

“There’s a house one and a half kilometers south from here. You’ll get there before dark if you start walking now. The lady that lives there is nice, she’ll help you.” Bradley glares at you as you start walking back to his crashed f-18. “And what are you going to do?” He scoffed.

“They’re going to start looking for the pilot. If they don’t find me, they’ll keep looking.” “Hell, no-” “Go.” “No! I’m not leaving without you.” “Bradshaw, that is a command. Go. Right now.”

#‧˚⊹🪴 ଓ :: 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾#top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw oneshot #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader fanfiction #bradley bradshaw blurb #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw oneshot #bradley bradshaw angst

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Please.

YandereGojo X Reader X Yandere!Geto

AN: no warnings, some cursing and angst but a little light read. Kidnapping and drug and alcohol use implied.

It was raining so hard, and it was so cold, the only way I knew that I was crying was from the warmth and the tears that fell from my eyes down my cheeks, but then once again faded into the rain . I didn’t know if Satoru was crying, but the glistening of his eyes from the small slit I could see behind his glasses, told me everything I need to know what that moment meant. That it mean he was dying and falling within himself at every slight glance upon the forehead of his closest friend. Each stitch throwing us into despair, each stitch breaking his spirit and causing him to spiral.

Here we found ourselves battling emotion, promises, and the dead but alive body of Suguru Geto.

I stood recovering from the last attack and with a gasp leaving my lips. Blood coating my mouth, so bitter. So nostalgic. But to come at the hands of someone I cherished so close. So painful.

I watched Gojo stand and with a pinpoint stare glare at the body before him. But even with his Infinity he was provided no answer, and no answers to the ghost before him. And that meant a desperate Satoru. His eyebrows pinched, and the insanity that colored his blue eyes bright with malice was enough for me to be thankful I was not his opponent.

“Your going to allow yourself to be used..Geto?” Like set on a hair trigger the body of Geto grappled his neck with a fierce grip, and hope grew and festered like hot water that within this vessel, the Geto we knew was there somewhere-fighting desperately to stop this.

My heart kept with unfounded hope. Maybe he was there fighting through his soul to be here. The man who held me close and was relentless in his teasing, but his pursuit for true happiness. A happiness with to all of us. And within an instance it died.

“Oh? I’ve certainly never seen this happen before!” The mocking voice familiar but foreign responded from the lips of Geto as he pulled his disobeying limb from his arm to subdue the little spirit of his vessel he could. He scanned between myself and Satoru, “Though I have to wonder which one of you is causing the invocation of this rebellious action.” He licked his lips and stared darkly, making it apparent to take my body in thoroughly. “I do hope it’s you.”

“Shut your fucking mouth. Shut it right fucking now.” I hissed through my teeth. “You’re not him, you will never be him, and if you can’t give him back.” I unsheath my blade with my body vibrating in pure wrath in blood lust. “Then you deserve to die for desecrating his body!”

“Y/N!” My concentration broke briefly from the strength and severity in Satoru’s voice. I stared at him shocked, and my concentration broken because never had I heard Satoru’s cadence change from playful indifference or flirtatious teasing. This was the strongest of us all giving me a command. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Gojo- you can’t fucki-“ “I said”, he turned suddenly and gripped my face with a speed and intensity that sent a rattle to my bones.

“Fucking leave. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Please.”

His face did not change, his gaze left mine. And for the first time ever, Satoru Gojo abandoned my gaze with indifference.

At first it was a pain in my heart, but then the physiological response kicked in. A sudden realization that he was a monster who would hurt me if I got in his way. The shudder never left me even as he shoved me away. My body wracked with a fever and my eyes swollen as I met the mocking gaze of my enemy, my friend.

And like a coward a fled, the warmth of my tears never leaving.

It was months. I have not left my bed, nor left my hiding spot. For all intensive purposes, I was still an exorcist. But in the hall of my heart, I was sitting waiting to die.

Maybe it was the night I had drink too much, or perhaps it was a night where I had not been paying attention, the windowsill has been ajar, but between the medication and the alcohol, I had told my senses to feel nothing.

What met my eyes in sudden was the walls, so cold but familiar of Satoru’s home. It was the same as the last time I had seen it, the last time I had embraced him, quietly, as a silent companion to his pain as we wet each others shirts with our tears and embraced a silent moment of vulnerable sleep. But the room had lacked an important detail; there was no door.

My breath quickens and I began to slam against the walls, looking for gives, the absence or surplus of cursed energy. Anything that would give away a secret entrance or exit to the room that I was presumably held captive in. It was only after an hour did I realize that this was a room I would not be let out of until the person who has created decided I was to be left out. I did not have the power, nor the cursed technique remove myself from the room in one piece.

It seems that the moment I realized that, my captor had come to the door. I stare directly into his blue eyes, and I recalled there was a time where I would’ve thought them as beautiful as the sky, endless and full of infinite possibilities. I recalled how lucky he was to have such beautiful eyes. But those eyes now stared back at me in madness with a slight flooding of tears ready to torrent.

I studied my hands, initiation, my voice quiet , “Satoru, w-where am I-“ “ Your home.”

I tilted my head in question, “This looks like your room. This isn’t my home. We need to talk about what happens. Where is he? Where is Kenja-“

“Geto is dead.” His eyes did not waver and stared back at me with an intensity that trembled me down to my cells. “That thing is not him.”

“He’s dead.”

He strolled very slowly toward me and placed his hand familiarly on my head and trailed to my face. Suddenly our faces were closer than they had ever been before, and his mouth pinched in pain before his features settled in an instance. His eyes opened with a madness and a smile that looked more angry than happy.

“But you’re not. You’re here and-“ he sniffled “You were always here. You were his, and mine. You were ours.”

“S-Satoru I wasn’t-“ “You were ours. You were the last little,” he pressed his large fingers against my lips to stop my frantic mumbling as he continued his rant “piece of happiness. And Geto is gone. Suguru was mine.” He gripped the hair that hung in my face but just as quickly soothed it behind my ear as he got even closer, and my anxiety and fear caused my breath to quicken as a response to his intensity and proximity.

“But your were also mine. We belonged to each other, to take care of each other. Love one another. Suguru is dead.” He shuddered and placed his lips against my forehead in a seemingly loving caress, the vibration of my body due to fear didn’t stop Satoru from pulling me close and caressing the edges of my body lovingly.

“But your not. And I’m going to keep it that way. We have always belonged to each other, so you’re going to stay with me, as close as I can keep you.”

I shakingly pull at his hand to speak. “Satoru. Please.” My voice only to come out a whimper. my eyes clouded with tears and face swollen.

His eyes glistened worth sadness and madness, a devastating pair as his grip tighter and his face rested against my own. Desperation dripping from his voice.

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

#angst #yandere #jjk #yandere gojo #yandere geto #kenjaku #yn #reader insert

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clumsiestgiantess · 15 days

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Chapter 22 of The Other-world Universe; it’s villain time, baby! >:)

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[Round two: Knockout]

A blaring horn woke me with an awful cacophony of noise. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep, but I was sure that there wasn’t an alarm clock for me in the other-world. “Ahh! What’s going on!?” I yelped, sitting up in an instant with my hands over my ears. “Finally, she’s awake,” an exasperated voice grumbled nearby. Looking to my left, I found a truck parked right beside where my head lay a moment ago. No wonder its horn had been so loud.

"Wh- Why are you here?" I asked Mr. Stoll as he paced a bit further away from me, "I thought you said I could have some time off." "Well, that was before I knew about this," he grumbled, messing with something in the truck. "We received a radio broadcast this morning. At first we thought it was more refugees, and in a way I guess it is, but.. well.. If I could just get this thing to-" I saw another figure inside the truck do something to the machine Marcus was messing with, and soon a harsh voice played out over a speaker system inside.

This is Nicholaus Albane, head overseer of the Inter-reality Multiuniversal Research Division. We know a human of our own size is with you. She has displayed extraordinary power. Unfortunately, it has been used against my scientists and has hindered my progress towards our goal. I cannot allow that to happen again.

There was a brief pause as static rippled over the radio. Anxiety built in my stomach, making me nauseous. If she is not present at our camp, or you fail to bring her to us at 34.5 degrees latitude and 28.4 degrees longitude… Terrified cries suddenly burst through the speakers — too faint to be anything but other-worldian. Everyone in this town will die. Then it will be your turn.

My message to the unnaturally-powered human: Do not resist. You can not overpower the twenty or so staff present here. Your tricks are amusing, but this isn't a game; no one's laughing. There are lives at stake. Come within the hour and the people here will be spared. If you don't show up, I can personally guarantee that after every one of those little creatures dies, you’ll be next. There was a sudden click, then the radio cut to static.

My stomach churned awfully as I realized what the scientist was saying. They were holding an entire town hostage just to capture me. If I came, they would undoubtedly drag me through a portal and lock me away somewhere, but if I fled, thousands would suffer the consequences. Before either of the other-world people could say anything, I promptly rushed into the woods behind me and threw up. There was too much going on, and way too suddenly; I was terrified. Everyone’s lives depended on me. But you already knew that. Their lives already have depended on you.

I desperately didn’t want to turn myself in. I.. can just.. leave. All I had to do was concentrate on a thought and I’d be home — far far away from anything here. The people from the portal wouldn’t be able to find me to punish me for not coming. But what would happen if I really left? I'd be leaving so many people to die if I did. I couldn’t do that. What kind of awful coward of a person would that make me? Not the kind I’m willing to be.

Eventually, I returned to the field where Mr. Stoll stood, slightly startled. The other person cautiously stepped out of the truck and looked up at me pityingly. It took me a moment to recognize it was Ivan. “We have no choice,” Mr. Stoll began, “We have to send you to their camp. Not to comply with their orders, of course. You’ll go there to fight them off with your gun, and whatever you need him for,” he said, nodding towards Ivan.

That’s right, with Ivan here I’ll have intangibility. I can escape with that. I took a shaky breath of air to calm myself and think straight. I have to at least try to help them. I don’t want anyone to die on my behalf. But if worst comes to worst, being intangible can help me avoid getting hurt or captured. “Alright,” I agreed solemnly, my voice shaking slightly. “I’ll go.”

Mr. Stoll immediately shoved a paper of sorts at Ivan and said something along the lines of ‘don’t screw this up’ to him. “This map has the camp’s location and the route there plotted on it already. The kid will take you.” “Wait, we’re leaving now?” I asked, confused. “I haven’t gotten ready. Erica isn’t here, and-” “They said come within the hour. Forget about her and get going,” Mr. Stoll growled the same time Ivan said “We don’t have time; we have to leave now.” I guess they were both right; I had to get there before it was too late, but I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of longing. I wanted Erica there. Her presence would be one small comfort in the midst of all the chaos, but there was no time.

Carefully, I let Ivan settle onto my hands before lifting him up to give me directions. I strode with as quick a pace as I dared with my small companion. Every once and a while he would give me new instructions. Otherwise, the trip was deathly silent. Fear and anxiety kept a capsule of quietness in the air at all times, only further increasing the tension.

My heart broke a little as I left sight of the Cavern Town. My magnetic sixth sense was pulling me back the direction I'd come. It was a somber trip, just me and Ivan wandering towards the faint smell of machinery and upturned earth that grew stronger with each step. The moment the scientist's camp appeared on the horizon, I hid nervously with my invisibility. If there had once been a town there, it was impossible to tell. The entire area had been cleared to stake the base of the scientist's tents.

What will they do to me if I’m taken? If this is how they treat defenseless strangers who aren’t even taller than their hands, I don’t want to know what might happen to me — the person who can possibly stop them from doing it. "Hey," Ivan said softly, looking up at the empty space where I'd been a moment prior. "I'm really sorry about all this. I don't think it's right for these people or mine to put this much pressure on you. The only reason I'm here is, well.. Ok, Mr. Stoll forced me to come to the field, but I came with you because I knew you would want your intangibility. Unfortunately for me, that means I need to tag along." Though I couldn't hear it, I felt him chuckle lightly, "In all honesty, I wanted you to have at least one reliable getaway plan, because I knew you'd be a lot more scared without one."

Despite our dire situation, I managed a small smile. Ivan actually cared about me; he wasn't here simply because Mr. Stoll or the overseeing scientist had frazzled him with the threat of annihilation. His presence guaranteed a small piece of safety for me, even if it was at the expense of his own.

I tried to calm my breathing like Erica had told me the last time I got scared by the scientists. "So, do we have a plan?" Ivan asked hesitantly. "Let me see if I can scout things out a bit closer. I am invisible, after all." “But I’m not...” he replied nervously. I thought for a moment, “I’ll have to stash you in my pocket, but I’ll be sure to let you out before I go intangible, alright?” Ivan nodded slowly, looking like he already regretted his decision to come along.

Slowly, I slid him into my pants pocket and headed silently towards the scientists’ camp. This one was a lot bigger than the previous setup I’d walked into when I first introduced myself. There were three large tents about 20 feet long set up in a row along a small river. On the other side was a huge tarp structure that looked like a circus tent, only it was a dead grayish-white color and seemed much more foreboding. As I slunk into the edges of the campground, I peeked under tent flaps as people walked between them.

The first tent held a plethora of strange machinery. There were towering sets of humming boxes that flashed with blinding light every so often, and racks of glowing tablets lined the back wall. Some things were still fairly recognizable, like a water dispenser and monitors showing the charted region of the land the scientists had discovered. I held back a shocked gasp and waited a moment for someone else to walk through to give me another look at the monitor. The amount of land pictured on the screen was worrying. Is that a map of the land they’ve discovered, or the land they’ve already taken for themselves? I hoped it was the former.

Moving on to the next tent, I found some sort of storage room piled high with crates. It was empty of people. These tents didn't seem all that impressive. If I wanted to find out what was really happening, I'd have to get over to the large tent on the other side of the river. I call it a river only because it would be that size to the other-world inhabitants. To me, it was easily traversable. The scientists hadn't even bothered to build a real bridge across. A few slabs of rubbery plastic material were thrown across it to form a path just wide enough for one person to walk over.

I couldn't go over the makeshift passage, though. If someone were to walk across at the same time, they'd probably bump into me, and there were people crossing it constantly. Workers zipped in and out of all the tents across the field. They weren't even donning the 'hazmat giant' attire, just plain clothing — like they were simply going about a normal job.

Once I made my way over the river with a large step, I crept up to the main tent's entrance. The tent flaps were held wide open, but I couldn't see much of what was happening inside. I waited until the coast was clear, then slipped through the empty opening. My mouth dropped open in shock as I took in the massive space. I thought they'd flattened the town that was here — cast it aside to make room for this camp — but that wasn't the case. The entire town was corralled in the large space beneath the tarp ceiling. It looked like a model train exhibition, or something similarly fake. I mean, who would corral a real city full of people behind a glass pen built for displaying things?

One quick glance around the gigantic room and I spotted eight or nine scientists working on various projects involving the town, which was fenced in on all sides by thick waist-high glass panes. There were divots for people to step into the town, and clearings where scientists could examine the buildings more closely. However, the barriers around the openings were still far too high for any other-worldians to even dream of getting over them.

I stepped over one of these openings and knelt down inside. I'd assumed the other-world people were caged up somewhere, lying in wait as bait for me. However, as I peered at the tiny town, I could see small figures dash by windows, boarding them up in an attempt to keep the giants out. Everyone and everything was left pristinely untouched by the scientists. I doubted it was out of kindness. They wanted a perfect replica to study, and that was all. The moment they finished whatever it was they were doing here, everything would probably either be torn down or taken away through a portal somewhere, never to be seen again. I shuddered at the images that drifted through my mind.

While I knelt there, one of the scientists wheeled a machine over and hooked it to a track that sat on the rim of the glass wall. After a few moments, it flared to life and began making a slow circle around the entire ring. What is that thing? I didn't have a clue what most of the scientists’ machinery did, but as the flat metal piece drifted in my direction, it let off a blaring alarm.

The scientist who'd placed it on the track examined it for a moment, then looked directly at me. I hesitantly stood up, unsure if I'd been spotted. They then called over a few of the others in the room, and soon everyone was staring at the invisible spot where I stood, looking back and forth between me and the machine. My pulse quickened; I could feel it in my chest. Easing my hand into my pocket, I slid Ivan out and hid him behind one of the buildings as soundlessly as I could. I had a feeling that I was going to need my intangibility soon. Suddenly, one of the scientists cried out. "It's her! The anomaly is here! Get the overseer!"

I slid into intangibility and raced out of the enclosure to an empty part of the tent as everyone stampeded out. As much as I didn’t want to get any closer to where the scientists would be, I really didn’t want to stay in the little town. I could all too easily flatten it trying to fight or run from the portal ‘giants’.

Just as quickly as the scientists fled, a new team of 'giants' appeared. This group wore distinctly armored clothing. A few were equipped with futuristic weapons that looked somewhat similar to rifles. There were a lot more people here than I thought. I turned hesitantly to visibility, but clung tightly to intangibility — latching onto Ivan so desperately I would’ve been clinging to him if he were still physically with me. The crowd parted, revealing a tall, thin man with taunt muscles and eyes that were unmistakably golden-yellow.

He sized me up for a moment, then smiled almost welcomingly. "I see you got my message," he observed, gesturing to my arrival. His voice was undoubtedly the same one I'd heard over the radio. The overseer looked between me and the captured town for a moment, then laughed haughtily. "You were trying to save these tiny creatures? How sad.." he mused, "That's just not going to happen. But you'll be joining them on their trip through the portal very soon." I tried to shake off his subtle threats and focus on what I came there to do. I had to put a stop to this.

I made my way in front of the captured town in a slow, decisive march, planting myself between the group of ‘giants’ and the glass walls behind me. “This isn’t right,” I announced to the crowd, “Trust me, I’ve been in denial myself. I didn’t even believe this world was real. But I know better now; these are real people, these are real lives you’re destroying. It has to stop. It’s not right for you to do th-” “That’s where you’re wrong,” the man from the radio cut in, putting a hand up to silence me.

“We have every right to be here. We discovered this world, so why shouldn’t we take it for ourselves?” I huffed, “But there are already people living here!” “Too bad for them,” he replied nonchalantly. “Do your people know the expression ’survival of the fittest’? Surrender or die? Kill or be killed? Don’t your people also claim land from others for themselves?” “Well.. yes,” I stuttered. “That’s all we’re doing,” he explained calmly. “So pick a side. Before we decide for you.” “But that’s not-!” “Pick. A. Side.”

I know who I’m going to stand with. I have to help the people of the other-world. But if this becomes an all-out war over land, am I ready to stand in the middle of it? I inhaled a deep breath to calm my nerves, steadying my position in front of the town. “I’ve already made my decision,” I remarked coldly. The cruel overseer only sneered. He turned swiftly on his heel and stepped to the threshold of the tent. “Capture her,” he ordered, “and slaughter the town.”

The tent became a blur of motion as the group fanned out. Some people headed into the town through the glass openings, while others advanced towards me. I pulled out of intangibility and grabbed my new weapon — immediately firing at the people who tried to attack the captured town. Dodging the oncoming shots, I rushed around the side of the glass barrier. I flinched as bullets of glowing hot metal stuck fast in the glass. Thankfully, the enclosure barrier seemed thick enough to protect me.

As the three people with weapons reloaded, I quickly switched to multi-shot mode and decimated one side of the glass wall to allow everyone from the other-world a potential escape. Turning on my pursuers, I fired off another round and they all scrambled out of the way as explosions tore open the sides of the tent. The other ‘giants’ clearly hadn’t anticipated that I could fight back with a weapon of my own.

Someone gave a signal and those without weapons disappeared out of the torn opening. As I held off the rest of the group, a flood of other-world townspeople made their way out the shattered hole in the barrier. Tearing open the side of the tent with a few explosive shots of my gun, I followed the group from behind, still facing my oncoming attackers.

Once everyone evacuated outside, the ‘giants’ tried to surround us, but I stopped them with a shield smoke bomb. By the time the haze cleared, I’d cast a protective dome over the whole group, trapping them inside. Just as I turned back to the other-world civilians, a keening noise split the air — sounding like a higher-pitched gunshot. I flinched expecting to be hit, but nothing happened. Then, a shocked cry echoed inside the barrier.

Turning back around, I saw one of the people lying on the ground inside. They’d tried to shoot the barrier to escape with a smaller firing weapon, but the bullet, or whatever the weapon shot, had ricocheted off the wall and hit him instead. The others inside began panicking as they realized that there was no way out. Before I could address either of my problems, another one emerged.

The group that had left earlier returned, armed with lightweight shields and more of those strange futuristic guns. I fired off a few quick blasts as the new group charged me, shields raised. My light bullets seemed to have no effect on the shield material. The force of the multi-shot explosion caused my attackers to falter, but that was all.

I put the gun away and went intangible and invisible. Come on Alexis, think! What else can you do to- Oh! Of course, my abilities! Racing forwards, I began taking them out one by one, using invisibility to attack unexpectedly and intangibility to dodge anything they threw at me. I was doing fairly well until one of the ‘giants’ figured out my strategy. He slid past my invisible arm as I aimed my weapon, grabbed it, and threw me to the ground, knocking it out of my hands. I lay there stunned, shock chasing away the powers I'd clung to a moment prior. The force had knocked all the air from my lungs and all the thoughts from my head.

Gasping for breath, I couldn’t stop two of them from hoisting me up to drag me off. When they did, I was able to see the group of other-world people I’d saved, giving me some much-needed encouragement. The Cavern Town truck fleet had arrived. All of the survivors were being loaded onto the vehicles, headed safely back to the protected town in the valley. Despite my dire situation, I’d managed to save them.

My body surged with new life once I realized that my job was complete. I slid into intangibility so I could escape the men's grasp. However, they still held me fast. What’s worse, they’d also seen the other-world civilians escaping. I tried again to switch over to intangibility, but I realized that I had been dragged too far away from Ivan or anyone else I could latch on to; I had no way to get out. Panicked, I jabbed one of them in the ribs as hard as I could. He let out a surprised yelp of pain, and I tried to writhe my way out of the second person’s grasp, but it was no use. The second man stuck his leg out beneath me just as I broke away, and I fell face first into the ground.

Blood dribbled out of my nose, but before I could do so much as wipe it away, I was dragged upwards again. I thrashed in their grasp, but it only earned me a violent kick to the stomach, sending me right back into the dirt. My fight to escape became a desperate animalistic struggle. After a few more escape attempts where I was immediately thrown back to the ground, the butt of one of the men’s rifle-like weapons struck the side of my head — ending my struggles. I was still half conscious, but my vision had gone black for a few minutes as the men continued dragging me off.

Once I could see and think again, I glanced back over my shoulder to see the other-world people. The caravan was speeding away. I'd distracted everyone enough that they no longer cared about them, but I noticed with a pang of terror that I'd almost been dragged all the way to the river crossing. One of the tents on the other side had a portal inside it.

Digging my heels into the ground, I tried desperately to get away. If I could just find anyone to latch onto, I could escape. However, I could barely stand anymore. All I could do was try to slow my captors down, but that was starting to annoy them. Finally, after my fourth or fifth attempt to get free, the man I’d hit turned on me. His hands suddenly wrapped around my neck with a crushing grip on my throat. I gasped fearfully, clawing at his fingers. Faintly, I heard the other person comment: “We’re supposed to bring her back alive, Rowan.” “I’m just putting her to sleep,” he growled in reply as more pressure forced my windpipe closed. Seconds away from passing out, I thought ruefully of my family back home — how they’d never know I died here. The force on my throat vanished, and I fell onto carpeted flooring.

It took me a long while to recover enough to figure out what happened. My thoughts had taken me home. The house was empty. I vaguely remembered my family planning to go somewhere without me after I turned them down.

I sobbed in relief, hesitantly sitting up from my spot on the floor. How am I so stupid? I chided myself internally, I could’ve escaped to my world any time I wanted! Laughing numbly at my mistake, I yelped at the pain it caused me. I couldn't make a single noise without my throat closing up or burning like it had been rubbed raw. Slowly, I got up, nearly stumbling back down to the ground, but I grabbed a nearby chair for support. I made my way to the basement kitchenette and gulped down water. It hurt my throat, but I was desperately thirsty. After my more primal needs had been taken care of, my adrenaline high wore off, and I quickly spiraled into fearful recognition.

The scientists, the townspeople, the hostages — it was all too much. I had barely escaped with my life even with my gun and my powers. The people from the portal world attacked in a group too big for me to handle; I couldn’t defend myself from all of them at once. My first fight was a fluke. I only won because the scientists hadn’t expected me. This time, they called me there. This time, they wanted me to fight them. I should’ve known that they’d figured out a way to subdue me. I’d only escaped because I remembered I could return to my own world with a thought. If it had taken any longer, I would’ve been choked unconscious — stolen away to the scientists’ world. And Erica had to watch everything happen.

I saw her out of the corner of my eye after getting thrown painfully onto my back during the fight. She stood in the middle of the field, closer to me than the group of fleeing other-worldians but still far enough away that none of the soldiers could easily get her — staring in horror as I was thrown down again and again. Weak and barely able to stand, I fell onto the couch feeling like I was dying. Maybe I am dying. I would disappear from the other-world never to be seen again. Everyone would think I abandoned them, but in reality, I was just dead.

For a few hours, I lay on the couch in agony, finally managing to get up for some pain reliever across the room before heading right back to lay down some more. I can’t fight the people from the portal. I have no choice but to leave. I’ll run away and never go back. The other-world residents can’t convince me to return if they can’t get to me. My stomach sunk with guilt, but I reasoned that if I went back to fight, I would either get kidnapped, end up dead, or both.

Wait, I can’t leave Erica! I’d already made the mistake of abandoning her along with the other-world. I’ll have to separate the two… I’ll have to take her with me. Surely she’ll also want to get away from her apocalyptic world. Especially now that the 'giants' are on the path of destruction. I moved to lay on my side, staring at the empty spot where the table once stood. The noises of my family returning home sounded from the floor above me. My dad came down to see me, so I hurriedly covered as much of myself as I could with a blanket, trying to hide all my injuries. I made an excuse that I wasn't feeling well, and he left me alone. I was internally shocked at how sick I actually sounded. My throat was still rugged after the forced attempt to squeeze it shut.

Several hours later, after the pain subsided to something more tolerable, I returned to the Cavern Town. Well, a cutoff of the valley near the Cavern Town. I couldn’t bear to go back there and be expected to keep protecting it.

Sitting there in subtle secrecy, I thought through what I would say to Erica once she undoubtedly found me. My brain kept thinking in circles from I can’t leave to I have to leave over and over again. About a half-hour later, I felt Erica’s presence begin to get closer. Sure enough, a lone truck turned down the cutoff to face me, stopping just short of where I sat. Erica stepped out and looked me over, agony distorting her features. Both of us faced eachother in silence before she finally spoke.

“Alexis, I’m so sorry…” I shook my head, stopping her from saying much else. “Don’t apologize Erica, none of this is your fault. It’s neither of ours.” “You-” “I’m leaving.” “What?!” She blanched, stepping towards me slightly, almost pained. “I- I mean I understand why, but.. You’re really leaving?” "Yes. I can't keep living here like this. I'm leaving, and I'm taking you with me." Erica suddenly halted in her gentle approach. "Wait, but.. this is my world, my home. I don't know if I can just.. run away with you."

"Of course you can! It's not like you have anything left here to care about. Just come with me, then we'll both be safe!" I begged. Erica's expression clouded over in a mixture of emotions that passed so quickly I couldn't read them. "And what then?" she asked tiredly, "I can't live in a world that's at least thirty times my size. You get to go back to your normal life, but what about me?" I flinched as I heard more trucks heading down the cutoff. "Please, we’ll figure it out later, but we have to go now." I reached out to scoop Erica up, but she sidestepped my outstretched hand and backed away. "No! Stop it! You can't just grab me and take me off to your world, that's kidnapping!" Clouds of dust sprawled out near the entrance to my little ravine. The trucks were almost there, I had to run before they forced me to stay. Anxious to flee the world and its people, I cornered Erica with both hands and held her tight — disappearing quickly into the air just as the trucks came into view. The next thing I knew, I was kneeling in the basement, Erica still trapped in my hands.

#Alexis… you poor thing #she has no clue how to fight #weapons and powers can only get her so far #have fun with the cliffhanger :)#g/t #giant/tiny #other-world universe

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Hidden Away [Part 2]

Pairing: Heimdall X Female!Reader

Summary: Heimdall decides he's had enough of your forest, your secrets and more importantly - your powers. You have to do something you haven't done in ages to ensure you and your forest's safety.

Warnings: A tiny bit of violence, very little use swearing (I'm still bad at warnings), Heimdall being a jerk (as always).

[Picture not mine]

AN: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but you guys let me know what you think about it <3

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By the Allfather's grace, he couldn't believe the situation he got himself in.

A Vanir, helping him. Outrageous. It didn't help that Asgard and Vanaheim were once at war either. Heimdall hated the Vanir, almost as much as he hated the Jötnar.

As he poured water down his face and body, Heimdall couldn't wrap his mind around everything that's happened. Especially how that little half-breed's father almost defeated him in battle. He was the god of foresight dammit! Some mere pretender god should not have been able to best him.

And now he was stuck in this forest... Something about it creeped him out. There was an eery undertone to it. He didn't plan on staying here long, he'd use you to get himself together again and then he'd leave. Vanish, like he was never there in the first place.

Though, the thought alone of having to rely on someone else. To have someone help him... He hated it. Being weak. Vulnerable. Was he becoming weak?

No... No, he would never.

And he wasn't a coward either. He'd find that worthless god again and he'd kill him.

"Just you wait..." Heimdall whispered, water dripping off his face, "I'll make you wish you never came to these lands."

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The trees tell a story.

This story you knew well, because it was your own. The story of a girl with powers so volatile, she feared herself. And because of her great fear, she did the only thing she thought she could - confined herself. Her best and only friends being the forest that surrounded her.

The recent events made you believe otherwise though.

Gently, your hand pressed against a tree. This tree was not like the others. It was bigger, more powerful. It was the main voice - spirit - of the forest, speaking for them. You learnt to refer to them as "Mother Tree."

"Why did you bring him to me?"

Silence.

Again, you asked, "What can I possibly do with an... Aesir."

The surrounding trees shook their branches, causing leaves to sway and fall. Here, the trees rarely spoke to you with a voice, they spoke to you with emotion - feelings that they would send from their own bodies to yours.

Your brows furrowed, "You want me to turn Odin's most loyal follower against him?" Once again the leaves swayed, gentler.

"I..." You paused, "I don't know if I can do that. I am grateful for the protection you give me. I would do anything you ask me to, but I do not know if this is one of them."

Have fate

There it was. The voice of the forest. Your forest. It echoed in your mind for you and you only.

Smiling lightly, you replied, "I'm happy you have fate in me. Perhaps one day I'll have fate in myself, too." "You really don't talk to actual people often, do you?"

Startled, you turn and see Heimdall staring at you, "How long were you standing there?" He raised a brow, "Long enough to know that your only friends are wood and whatever crawls in the soil."

Gods, you hated the words that came out of his mouth. And you also hated how right those words were. To say you haven't seen another being like yourself in quite some time wouldn't be wrong. It was only you and the forest for a long while. You didn't trust others, didn't feel like you deserved to.

Clearing your throat, you picked up the basket you laid near a tree, "I see you've finished washing off... I'm sorry, if I had new clothes for you, I would have gave them." The current clothes he was wearing were torn quite a bit, you noticed as you stared at him. Another thing you noticed was that his hair was still braided though it was damp, he likely just got back from the river. That means he didn't hear much of your conversation with the trees - good.

"Yes... I'd prefer staying in these clothes," He watched as you pried your eyes off him and picked up different herbs and mushrooms. "Mm, still don't trust me?" You tried to lighten the mood, but it didn't seem like anyone could brighten the mood if Heimdall was part of it.

"Yes, yes-" He dismissed your question to ask one of his own, "What is this place?" "It's just a forest. Like the rest." His eyes narrowed, "This one is different."

You paused your movements, "All forests in Vanaheim are different. They all have their own souls, voices." You continued to pick up herbs. When you finished, you turned back to Heimdall, "The key is knowing how to listen to them."

"That doesn't-" "I understand you have a lot of questions. If you'd like, we can talk about it over a meal. It's been almost an entire day since I've saved you, there's no way you aren't hungry." Being friendly was your only option right now to get him to stop asking questions.

Heimdall scoffed, "How many times must I tell you - you did not save me."

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that."

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Wary as you were, you tried your best to be nice to Heimdall.

Sadly, you learnt being nice was not always the way to go. Not with Heimdall.

Sweet aromas hit your nostrils as you stirred the mushroom stew. You sighed, and dished two bowls of it. One for you and the other for Heimdall.

"This is my favourite stew. I learnt to make it on my own." Smiling, you held a bowl in front of Heimdall.

"You still need to give me answers." You know, you could understand why he was so persistent, you would be too if you woke up in a random person's home, but it annoyed you to no end. "We can discuss it in time," Your arm holding the bowl lifted higher.

The god looked at it. Then his face twisted as if you had just given him a bowl of horse shit. Roughly, his hand pushed away yours, causing the stew to fall all over the floor.

Heimdall's hand found your wrist and wrapped around it, not giving you time to even process the situation. "Who. are. you."

The ominous tone in his voice mixed with the close proximity as he leaned closer made you shiver slightly, and you guessed Heimdall knew it did, considering how the corners of his mouth quirked in a small, barely noticeable grin.

Finding your voice, you replied, "I... Already told you." "Whatever you say is half of a whole truth. I want to know everything, not just snippets." His grip tightened painfully, and you hissed, "Heimdall, let go-"

Fear and stress rose in you. All the calm messages you sent through your body to keep you at peace slowly disappearing as he jerked your hand, causing you to stumble slightly.

He snickered, "What did you expect? Did you think just because you healed me that I would return the favour somehow? I think it's time you left this forest and figured out how the real world works."

"LEAVE ME!" You lifted your free hand, the room around you shaking as you felt yourself grab Heimdall's very soul. Your eyes widened, "NO!" You retracted your hand as fast as you could. Still, you could still feel Heimdall's soul in your bare hand - just the traces of it. Heimdall had felt it too, you could see it on his face.

You both had looks of shock.

Though, your shock settled in a bit later. It took you longer to figure out what you had done. You could see Heimdall put a hand over his chest, as if checking to see if he still had a beating heart.

You almost took his soul.

There was a distance between the two of you now, not because Heimdall moved back, but because whatever you did to him forced him back. If you didn't halt your powers, then you would have likely been staring at a corpse now.

You looked down at your hands, both of them were shaking. In fact, your entire body was shaking - and you didn't know if it was from fear, adrenaline or pure power.

When you looked back up, Heimdall was staring you down. A look in those swirling purple galaxies called eyes that told you, you just made a major mistake.

"I..." You didn't know what to say in this situation. So you didn't say anything.

You just ran.

You ran out of your home. Heimdall didn't follow you, and you were thankful for that. You needed time to think. And to speak with a certain tree.

The forest seemed gloomy as you ran through it. They were sad, the trees, you could feel it. Sense it. Their own worry did nothing to sooth yours.

When you finally reached mother tree, she was the gloomiest of all, that's likely why the entire forest seemed that way.

"What happened?!" You placed your palm against Mother Tree, "Why did my powers return fully?!"

She didn't answer.

Breathing heavily, you spoke again, "Answer me! Please! Why didn't the spell stop my powers?!" Finally you heard and saw the leaves of her tree rustle.

You did this.

What?

"What... What did I do?" You pressed your palm harder against the tree. But they had gone silent now, all of them. Not a word, not even an emotion did they show to give you an indication of what they did.

You let out frustrated groan, pulling your hand back and forming a fist. You aimed it at Mother Tree - but before you could hit her, you froze. No... That would be two beings you almost harmed today.

"I'm sorry..." You whispered, taking a step back. This isn't what you wanted, "You put too much trust in me..."

Slowly you turned and walked away, dreading that you had to face Heimdall again after what you did. The forest grew quiet - gloomy and quiet. You can't remember the last time it was like this. Cold wind hit you and quickly you entered your home, looking around.

Heimdall wasn't there.

"No, no, no, no." You scanned your home, hoping he was somewhere in it. There wasn't many places to look, it wasn't a big home. You took note that some of your herbs were missing, and the bowl of stew you dished for yourself was empty.

You grabbed an old sword from your wall and ran out. Eyes looking everywhere, you couldn't spot him. "He left, didn't he?" The tree branches shook at your words, that was all you needed.

"Bastard..." Heaving the sword over your shoulder, you made your way towards the only exit the forest had. It was the area with the least amount of trees, unlike the rest of the forest, which had trees so thick, so close to one another - they formed their own wall.

Your breathing increased.

You can't remember the last time you left the forest. And if you left it, there was nothing holding your powers back. They could be volatile, you hadn't used them in ages. You hadn't even trained them.

"You say I need to find him?" Finally, the forest showed you emotion. They told you what they were feeling, what they needed you to feel.

And right now, they needed you to feel brave.

"I can't promise you anything. But you offered me serenity, and I said I would return the kind gesture," You murmured, "This will be it."

With that, you stepped foot outside the forest. Your home. Your prison. It was to be left behind now. Whether or not you'd see it again depended on your success.

Immediately, power surged through your veins. It was almost overwhelming - suffocating. How long had it been since you last felt in control of your body?

How long had it been since you last felt free?

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AN: And there it is! More Heimdall and Reader interactions in the next one I promise jkrdjeije Until next time, my ravenlings! (Totally a real word)

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