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#i wish i was brave enough to have done this sooner

nanawritesit · 2 years

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Obey Me! Demon Brothers Imagine: MC is kidnapped by a lower demon and summons them to save them

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Dateables Ver.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of torture, punching, kicking, and choking. Slightly suggestive with Asmo? MC is tied to a chair and slightly manhandled.

Scenario:

You thought all of this would be over. You had been at RAD for half a year now, all the demons seemed to be used to your presence and no one had so much as given you dirty looks anymore. When you first arrived you were the target of some bullying and pranks, but after the school learned you were under the protection of the seven brothers, that ceased to exist.

So when Judas, a popular and nice demon in your history class offered to help you study after school, you gladly accepted it. It was your worst subject, and exams were quickly approaching. He was smart, pretty, and seemed to get along well with everyone.

That was what you thought until you woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair looking up at him horrified. Your mind drifted back to when he offered you a drink when you first came to the study room. He must have slipped you something and then drug you off to some secluded area.

“Why would you do this?” you demanded, tugging at the ropes that bound your fists together behind the chair.

“Because I think Lord Diavolo’s plan to unite the three realms is blasphemous.” Judas spat back. “Humans could never stand as equals to demons, and when I’m done with you, he’ll feel the same way.”

“I’ll give you one chance.” you told him with an ice cold stare, doing an awful good job at hiding your fear. “Let me go right now and I won’t summon him.”

Judas laughed maniacally, throwing his head back to the ceiling and clapping his hands. He then grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to look up at him. “Go ahead. I’m sure he’d love to join me. You may think those brothers like you, but they only protect you out of pity.”

You gave Judas a small smirk before screaming out your demon’s name, pact mark glowing brightly on your skin.

Lucifer:

His vision immediately turned red as soon as he gained sight of what was before him. Some lower level demon was touching his human. In a few short strides he had already made his way over, picking up the scum with effortless strength and throwing him to the ground with such immense force. As Judas was whimpering beneath him, Lucifer gave a low chuckle as he cracked his neck and put his boot against Judas’ skull.

“So you’re the one who’s been stalking them? I should have known. Lower level scum like you always want to go after a stronger man’s treasures to prove something of themselves. I can always sense when someone is after my MC. I just never thought it would be someone I used to respect.” He pushed his foot down further on Judas’s temple making him cry out.

“Mark my words, heathen.” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. “You’re in for a fate much worse than you were planning to give my MC. You messed with the biggest bull in the devildom, and now you’ll be impaled by my horns.” Lucifer gave one swift kick to Judas’ abdomen, rendering him unconscious.

His demon form instantly vanished as he turned to you, practically sprinting over to you. He knealt down to your level, scanning over your body for any signs of injury with such soft eyes. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No he didn’t.” you told him, finally feeling safe enough to release a few tears. “I called for you right away.”

“Oh my love…” he immediately wrapped his arms around you, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He pulled back to look at you with such admiration. “You were so brave, you did such a wonderful job. I only wish I could have been there to help you sooner. But don’t fret, you’re safe now.”

Now that he new you were safe, Lucifer couldn’t resist the swell of pride in his chest at the fact that you immediately called him for help. But of course, he couldn’t tell you that.

Mammon:

When he was summoned he was actually facing away from the two of you, arms stretched behind his head as he cracked his back. His physique alone was truly incredible, immediately striking fear into the heart of Judas, who thought you were bluffing about being able to summon your demon.

“Ah, MC, I didn’t think ya would need me so soon.” Mammon said, his words dripping with cockiness. He turned around, ocean eyes zeroing in on Judas, making him go frozen. Greed soared through every cell in his body as he realized: someone thought they could take you away from him. And there was no saving Judas after that.

At the speed of light, Mammon had him pushed up against the wall, right hand locked around his neck in a tight chokehold while his left snapped off one of Judas’ horns.

“Now, mind explaining to me what made ya think you had the right to touch my precious human?” he spat, seething with rage as he tossed the severed horn over his shoulder.

“Come on man, it’s not what you think!” Judas stammered, practically shaking against Mammon’s enourmous frame. “I just wanted to shake them up a bit! You don’t really care for this worthless human do you?”

At that Mammon lost it and socked him right in the jaw, so hard it sounded like a cannon. He then grabbed the back of Judas’ neck in the same way that he had seen him do to you. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, call them that. You’re about to incur the wrath of The Great Mammon, then you’ll know what it’s like to feel worthless. But you’ll have to wait for that treat until I can get MC out of this hellhole.”

In another quick flash of movement, Mammon untied you from the chair and set you down on the floor gently, then tied Judas up to the chair the exact same way. Once he was out of the way, Mammon rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Are you okay? How much happened before I got here?” he pleaded, eyes watering the tiniest bit.

“Not much,” you told him, placing your hands over his. “You came right away, my demon.”

“Of course I did. I’m your Great Mammon.” he smirked, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “But what were ya doing hanging out with some shady guy like this?! You should be more careful!” he shook you lightly in a scolding tone.

“I’m sorry, you’re right! I shouldn’t have been so careless.” you confessed, tossing your head against his chest.

Mammon was shocked that you agreed with him so easily without any push back. He realized then that you were probably tired from the adrenaline rush of everything. He just thought of you being so strong, he didn’t even consider that you might have been scared of Judas.

“It’s alright, MC.” he said affectionately patting the back of your head, trying not to soil the moment with the ego boost it gave him. “I’ll take care of everything for ya.”

Leviathan:

Levi didn’t like to admit it, but he could get extremely protective over you. After all, you’re his person. You guys had such a special connection that he hadn’t found in anyone else. Well, other than Henry. And while he never took much pride at all in his sin of envy, you were the only thing he was not willing to share with anyone, not even his brothers or Lord Diavolo. He would defend his right to be your demon against all odds, and the fact that this joker thought he had the right to mess with his favorite person was just unacceptable.

This was the angriest you had seen him since the TSL quiz showdown, and to be frank, you were just glad he was on your side. Levi took slow, suspenseful steps toward Judas who was paralyzed with fear, before stopping dead in front of him. Without warning, his tail wrapped around the lower demon like a boa constrictor, lifting him up into the air as he gasped for air.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he hissed, practically shaking the room with his rage. “Let me tell you this, they have more of a beloved place in this realm than a normie like you ever will!”

“C-calm down man!” Judas choked out. “I wasn’t going to hurt them! I just wanted to teach them a lesson!”

Levi giggled in that devious, maniacal way that he does at times, leaning in closer to the inferior’s face as he spoke. “Well then allow me to teach you a few lessons, hm?”

With that, Judas was thrown across the room and slammed against the hard stone wall. The force was so much that some of the rock began to crumble around his body.

“Lesson number one.” Levi began. “Never touch something that doesn’t belong to you.”

“Lesson number two…” he continued, giving the inferior a harsh slap on the back with his tail as he tried to get back up, making him fall flat on the floor with a thud. “When you do wrong, you must suffer the consequences.”

After all this, Levi yanked Judas’ head up by his hair and forced him to look him in the eyes. “And lesson three- never mess with the Avatar of Envy or his human.”

When Levi felt that his work was done, he sprinted over to you and undid your restraints, then scooped you up in his arms and carried you away to recuperate in his bathtub/bed.

“Sorry I didn’t get here sooner MC-chan! Can I make it up to you with a TSL marathon and Ruri cosplay photo shoot?”

Satan:

O-ho-ho no. No no no. That scum picked the wrong human to kidnap. Satan has been known to be quite the sadist, and quite knowledgeable in the subject of torture. And this was no exception.

Satan didn’t really like to use his sin. He felt that if it was only born out of Lucifer’s rage, then giving into his wrath would push him further into his brother’s shadow. Normally, Satan would use his acquired intelligence against this demon. However, this was most certainly not one of those times. The second Satan looked into your teary eyes, he was an absolute beast. He sprinted up to the demon and tackled him straight to the ground. He threw punch after punch, until the miserable thing cried out for mercy.

“Shut up, you worthless worm!” Satan practically roared, clutching the demon’s collar with both hands. “How dare you, how dare you put your filthy hands on my irreplaceable human!” He then yanked Judas up to his face and hissed with a whisper into his ear, “No amount of pain you incur will ever atone for what you put them through, but I’ll be damned if I let you go without a punishment. I’ll see you in the dungeon.”

Then with a snap of Satan’s fingers, Judas had vanished to another location. After he untied you, you practically leapt into his arms. You were so shook up, clutching onto him for dear life and not being able to hold back your tears any longer. He of course immediately went soft and cradled you in his arms, sitting down with you in his lap.

“It’s alright my darling.” he told you, running his hand along your back, not realizing how tightly he was holding onto you until he leaned back to look you in the eye. “I guess the only thing I’m afraid of in this world is losing you. Could you ever accept such a wrathful heart?”

You put your hands around his cheeks which he immediately blushed at, turning as still as a statue. “You’re absolutely beautiful Satan. You’re so strong, but still so delicate. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have saved me.”

At that, the sound of a cupid’s arrow plucking a tiny green demon heart could be heard throughout the entire devildom. No one had ever described him so kindly. Satan now knew for sure that the only kind of demon he ever wanted to be was yours.

Asmodeus:

At first glance, Asmo didn’t seem very intimidating. With his slender frame, cute voice, and soft facial features, no one expected him to be so lethal. But Judas underestimating his love for you was a big mistake.

Asmo swooped into the room, his black wings spanning out behind him as he landed, standing tall in front of you. His doe eyes widened at the sight of you. He had only seen you in this position once before, and he could tell by the look on your face that this was not the same kind of scenario.

“MC… do you want me to take care of this?” Asmo chirped, his face looking sweet and innocent but you could see the danger that lurked behind his amber gaze. You gave him a frantic nod, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

In mere seconds, you watched your sweet little avatar of lust transform into the most terrifying being in the devildom. His eyes darkened, his veins stood out against the skin of his arms and hands, wings and horns gleaming in the faint light of the dimly lit room… to you, he looked hot as hell, but to Judas, he looked positively terrifying.

“So, you think you can tie my MC up?” Asmo sneered, striding up to Judas who was already backing away from you. “Only I get to do that, little demon. And that’s with consent.” In a flash, Judas was on his knees, absolutely captivated by the darkness that Asmo radiated. Asmo took advantage of this and kicked him up the head with his heeled boot, rendering him unconscious.

“MC!” he called out, instantly turning on his heel and running to you, tearing the ropes away from you. He wrapped you up in his wings and embraced you for a moment before pulling back to look you over. “I’m so happy you’re safe! Sorry you had to see that side of me, I know it’s not so pretty! How about I make it up to you with a night of pampering? I’ve got face masks and a rose petal bath with your name on it!”

“Oh, don’t worry Asmo…” you reassured him, pushing his honey colored waves back. “I didn’t mind seeing you like that. It was sort of sexy.”

“Oh?” he smirked, caressing your cheek. “Would you like me to take you back to my room and show you more?”

Beelzebub:

Beel was especially shocked at the scene that played out in front of him, considering he and Judas were teammates on the Fangol team. He couldn’t believe that someone he fought and played with could hurt his beloved human.

Beel’s a big boy. Like, he’s very tall. And muscular. His build alone was enough to leave Judas quaking in his boots. But that was nothing compared to the way his violet eyes pierced into him, making him feel about two inches tall.

“You’re trying to hurt… my human? MY human?” Beel demanded, towering over the inferior creature who was scrambling backwards. “What makes you think you have the right!” This was just as bad as… no, worse than when his custard was stolen.

“Beel, I…” Judas stuttered, looking around for any sort of excuse for what he had done. “I’m surprised you don’t want to share this snack with me! I mean, they do look delicious don’t they?”

Oh that did it. Beel’s large hand clasped around the demon’s throat, raising him up into the air by only his neck. He then pushed him up against the wall, still holding him up.

“Now you listen to me…” Beel growled in such a deep voice you could barely hear him from where you sat. “They are not a snack. And even if they were I sure as hell wouldn’t share them with the likes of you. Do you understand?” Judas was dumb founded, stammering and stuttering from his place on the wall. Beel was getting impatient, and slammed his body against the wall once more. “I said, do you understand!”

“Yes! I do! I promise!” Judas pleaded.

“Good.” Beel continued. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna let you go, but you’re going to run far away and never show your face in this realm again. If I ever see you around here again, you’ll wish you hadn’t been so bold as to fall from grace in the first place. Got it?”

“Yes! You won’t ever see me again in your life!” Judas cried, and with that Beel thrashed him onto the ground. He scuttled away, never to be seen again, and Beel turned back into the giant puppy that he truly was for you.

“Are you okay love? Did I not come soon enough?” He asked so softly he was almost whispering. He was feeling all over your body looking for the slightest abnormality.

“No my darling, you came just in time.” you told him, feeling so much better now that it was just the two of you in the room. You gave him a kiss on the forehead that made him smile so bright. “My hero.”

“Let’s get you out of here, yeah?” he suggested, and after you gave him a nod he carried you off to your room bridal style. He cuddled you all night after that. Well, at least until dinner time.

Belphegor:

You were the only one allowed to disturb Belphie’s sleep. And even you thought it was best to choose your battles wisely. So when you summoned him without any warning, he knew something was wrong. All the sleepiness in his face faded as he saw his darling in the hands of some monster. He was suddenly wide awake.

“This is your demon?” Judas chuckled, pulling your neck back even further in his hand. “This is the lowest ranking of the seven brothers! I’m not so easily intimidated.”

Belphegor simply chuckled at this remark, then yawned and stretched like he normally does after a nap. “MC dear, you may want to look away. I don’t want to trigger you by acting like I did the night I attacked you.”

That was all you needed to hear before you craned your neck away from the two demons. You had forgiven Belphegor for that night long ago, but you certainly didn’t want to see that terrifying side of him again.

“Little Judas…” Belphegor went on, striding over to him with his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not the first person to underestimate my power as seventh-born… and you probably won’t be the last.” He snickered, cracking his knuckles. “But I am still one of the seven brothers for a reason. And it’s a good reason too. That’s something you’ll never forget.”

After that, all you heard was a bunch of frenzied noises, mostly of Belphegor’s blows and Judas’s begging for forgiveness. Once the noise stopped, Belphie suddenly appeared in front of you, the exact same way you saw him before you looked away.

“He’s taken care of darling.” he smiled, kissing your cheek before untying you. As soon as you were free, you sprung into his arms, burying your head in his chest and squeezing his torso super tight. He was taken aback by this for a second, but then smiled at your affections, holding you against him softly.

“Thank you so much.” you uttered quietly. “You really saved me Belphie. This definitely makes up for when you tried to kill me.”

“I’m honored, but I’m still going to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I love you. Starting with taking you up to bed and holding you close until you fall asleep with only sweet dreams.”

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karmaz3r0 · 2 months

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Currently in class but I just wanted to show this.

How does Dream apologize better than Wilbur soot for something he hasn’t even done?

And he’s right.

Wilbur shouldn’t be afraid to say Shelby’s name, and he’s a fucking coward for that.

Again, if it hasn’t showed enough, this is NOT a safe space for Wilbur soot defenders. DNI if you are a defender. DNI if you want Philza and Tommyinnit to speak out immediately too.

Billzo has stated he’s watched his friends be manipulated by Wilbur, Tommy was most likely one of them considering how close they were.

And let’s not forget, Wilbur PUSHED the family dynamic on the other sleepy bois. Tommy looked up to that man. He saw him as a brother. He was there for that GROWN ASS 27 YEAR OLD MAN when his lazy ass couldn’t get out of bed. Let’s all remember that Tommy is currently 19 as well, let that sink in, they met when Tommy was around 14-16?

That’s when you’re the most impressionable, especially since Tommy had looked up to him since before they met. He had to have been around like 16-18 when he was out here fucking taking care of this man in his mid (now late) twenties.

Whatever you may think about the creators that don’t speak out right now, I’d just like to say that the ones who were the closest to him are gonna have a hard time with this.

And stop spreading around proof of Wilbur’s red flags from Tommy’s videos. Knowing how these situations can be handled, he could be beating himself up over the fact that he didn’t see something sooner. Don’t even say “oH wElL hE sHoUlD’vE” he was a fucking kid, a kid brought up by the internet. Don’t go pressuring him either, he got surgery about a week ago.

With that in mind and finally out of my system, support Shelby Shubble, give her all the love and support that you can right now. She is brave for speaking out.

My blog is a safe space for victims, for people going through it right now. My heart goes out to the victims who have spoken out, and the ones who have lost their voice. You all deserve love, you deserve better than what the world has given you.

I wish you all a good morning, good afternoon, and a goodnight.

#fuck you #wilbur soot

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just-jordie-things · 11 months

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11 and 34 for satoru with happy ending???

11: "I Almost Lost You" Kiss 34: Returned From The Dead Kiss ** current manga spoilers but also i haven't read this part myself yet either so it's not totally accurate lmfao** also hope this is good enough bc it's not super specific to the prompts but it's the same idea, yeah? ___

it had been weeks since satoru had been sealed in that damn box.

the world around you had fallen into chaos in a matter of minutes since word got out that the great gojo satoru was in the prison realm. curses and curse users seemed to crawl out of the shadows and the depths of hell itself to celebrate his removal from this plane. every day there was a new strife, a new challenge, just to keep up with exorcising all the curses that came out of hiding.

not to mention the weight of fear you carried, not knowing of his well being.

was he even alive in there? you worried, your mind too occupied with anxiety for you to properly patrol the area you were asked to.

there weren't many jujutsu sorcerers left. so many retired. so many died.

was he okay? you wondered. time worked differently in the prison realm, but that was about all you knew of it. it was supposed to be a rare object, but geto suguru had found it and used it with ease. would he ever return?

as the reminder of suguru crossed your mind, your teeth grit together. your eyes focused on a rather rowdy group of teenagers on the street, distracted.

your feelings about the man who'd once been your friend were always complicated. after he'd reportedly killed his family and went on to slaughter hundreds of non-sorcerers, you struggled with the way you missed him. no matter what he seemed to do, what heinous acts he committed, some nights you'd still cry yourself to sleep because you wished things could go back to the way they were.

most of those nights, satoru sat awake with you, comforting you as you wept and reminisced over simpler times, happier memories. he'd spend hours combing his fingers through your hair and cooing to you softly about how he missed those days, too.

and now that you were here, now that sartoru was sealed away, and suguru was to blame, it was as though all of your feelings became crystal clear.

you hated geto suguru. you hated everything about him. you hated who he'd become. you hated that he'd let himself take such a dark path. you hated that he'd betrayed you, and satoru, and shoko, and jujutsu sorcerers everywhere. but right now, you mostly hated him for what he'd done to satoru.

and satoru, on the other hand...

you loved gojo satoru. you loved everything about him. you'd grown to love him over many years, but you'd known you'd fallen when he'd give up his free nights to console you, to ease your heart and mind, and helped you rest. you loved that he kept you close, after everything that happened. you loved the effort he'd made to always know what you were up to, and how you were doing. you loved him for loving you, in whatever way he did, you knew he did.

with a huff, you deemed the area safe for now, and made the trek back to your apartment. if you mustered up the energy you could have jogged there to make it to the comfort of your bed sooner, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

so even in the dead of night, and even as you watched storm clouds rolling in, you walked yourself back home.

you've been trying to remain positive for so long, for the students, for the other sorcerers, you knew that your position as satoru's closest friend had meant you'd have to put on a brave face and ensure everyone that hope was not lost, that at the end of the day things would be okay and good would triumph because that's how it was supposed to be.

but you were feeling hopeless. and you'd carried that feeling since that day in shibuya when itadori had told you his sensei had been sealed away. you remember every second of the short interaction. his wide eyes, his shaky voice, the way he'd asked you what that meant, and then looked to you for guidance on how to help. you'd sent him off rather quickly to help at the bus station, but truthfully, you just needed him gone so he couldn't see your entire foundation crumbling.

and then the deaths of your friends, of your students, of people you'd fought alongside all your life, they all began piling up, and you couldn't help but feel hopeless. what else was there to feel?

the man who's mere existence was supposed to put all of this at ease was gone, and you were starting to think he'd never come back.

cold drops of rain begin to hit your face just as you make it to your apartment. you supposed you should consider yourself lucky that you'd made it home before the storm really started, but such positive emotion was squashed by the weight of your anguish.

it was only a matter of time before you were killed too, you thought bitterly, more irritated by the notion than afraid. you were getting reckless. running on little sleep and barely eating meant your energy was always on low battery. the last few curses you'd had to exorcize were low enough in grade that you considered yourself lucky, but you knew that if you ran into a grade one- or a special grade- that you'd be lucky if your death was quick.

"what am i going to do?" you mutter to no one and nothing in particular as you dig in your pocket for your keys.

the rain seemed to have stopped, as you realized you no longer felt the chilly wet drops hitting your head. i could have sworn the skies were overcast just a minute ago, you pondered, ignoring your door for a second longer to tilt your head back to check the night sky.

sure enough, the stars weren't visible, and the sprinkle had turned into a full on down pour. you even heard distant rumbles of thunder, now that you were paying attention.

but curiously, you remained dry. you remained untouched.

you weren't under an awning, and you obviously didn't have an umbrella, so you weren't sure what caused this phenomena.

your brows furrowed as you stretched your hand out in front of you, reaching as far as you could, and to your surprise, you remained dry. when you brought your hand back to your chest again, you studied it curiously, wondering if this was somehow your doing.

experimenting again, you reached your hand upwards, but still, not matter what direction you lunged, the rain fell around you without touching you.

"what the hell?" you mumbled, checking the pavement below you now.

you could see a clear line before you, where the pavement had been pelted by raindrops, but it stopped just in front of your feet. this had to be the most peculiar thing you'd ever seen.

you turned in either direction, and just as you thought, to your left and right, there was a dry patch of pavement underneath you. an amused smile dares to creep on your lips as you turn your head to see just how far this dry patch stretched.

but as you turned to check the ground behind you, you find the dry patch stretched a few feet back, and clung around another figure.

the air is knocked out of your lungs as you saw that familiar shock of white hair, and you sputter for a second before you're gasping and tears are stinging your eyes.

you're running at full speed with abandon, and you don't slow down as you grow nearer, to until you've crashed into him and knocked the air out of him, too.

strong arms wrap around and you and hold you tightly against his chest, not that he needs to, you're clinging onto him with your arms around his neck and your legs wrapping around his hips to keep yourself in place.

for a moment, you just hold each other, wordlessly, too busy gasping for air and sharing breathless laughs of relief. your face is buried in the crook of his neck, and his is lost in your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he'd damn near forgotten.

when you do finally pull away, it's only for a split second, just long enough to see satoru's pretty face is unharmed, before your hands are grabbing the collar of his tee shirt and your tugging him against you so fast your lips slam together.

it's messy, your teeth clash and you're panting so hard that it's difficult to properly kiss him, but neither of you seem to mind one bit.

just a minute ago you were certain you'd never see him again, so you'll take any scrap of closeness that you can get.

he has one arm wrapped under your legs to help support you, but his free hand tangles in your hair, pulling you back while he gasps for breath.

he's not sure what he'd expected when he'd warped his way to your apartment, but he wasn't expecting this.

your teary eyes flicker between his as you finally find your voice.

"oh my god, you're real," you say through heavy breaths, your shock still not having worn off. "you're here- you're alive"

satoru chuckles, nodding back at you, pressing his forehead into yours to better look into your eyes. he's not sure how much time had passed exactly, but he knows he missed your eyes more than anything else.

"i'm alive," he assures you, his lips whispering against your own, before he gives you a longer, deeper kiss. when he pulls away again, he presses his lips into your cheek, next. "i'm here, i'm home"

"i thought-" you choke on your burning throat. "i thought you were gone, i thought- i thought I'd never see you again," you're tearing up again, the weight of your emotions confusing you, but you still muter a smile as you look at him. "i thought i lost you" you whimper out.

"oh, baby," he sighs, setting you down on your feet so that he could wipe our tears away. "you didn't lose me, i'm right here," he assures you, and you nod, leaning into the warmth of his palm. "and i'm not going anywhere, never again, okay?"

you nod back at him, shutting your eyes as you relished in the comfort of his presence. his thumb strokes your cheek as he finally takes you in. there's bags under your eyes, and you look skinner, maybe even more frail. he frowns at the state you're in, but decides to ignore it for now. there would be time later to get you both back on a healthy track. right now all either of you wanted was to be wrapped up in the other.

keeping his infinity on like an umbrella, the two of you embrace tightly. hands clinging desperately to one another, just to make sure there was nothing that could take either one of you away.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #satoru brainrot #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru #gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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ohtobeleah · 11 months

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I can’t read it until all 3 parts are out. For my own mental stability. I’m waiting patiently.

Well. This is it folks. The final instalment. It’s been a ride. Please know this isn’t truly the end. But it’s the end of our main storyline. There will be more to come. Your feedback, reactions and support are so deeply appreciated.

-> Warnings: Mentions of Domestic Violence/Abuse. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Jake Seresin x Platonic!F!reader.

-> Word Count: 5.2k

As always, for the final time—read from the beginning here. Finale Part One | Finale Part Two | Finale Part Three | Jake & Fe’s karaoke Song <- Please Listen To

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In the darkness of the night you slowly made your descent down the flight of stairs. Everything was still, not a sound could be heard amongst the silence that was three in the morning. You’d woken with a hankering for a few scoops of that delicious fudge brownie ice cream you had in the freezer.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, a familiar shadow caught your attention as he sat on the lounge. You knew who it was.

“You can’t stay here forever Bob—“ You sighed as you padded on into the kitchen. Bob followed you silently as he watched you reach for two spoons. “I thought once Rooster ripped up that carpet you would have got the memo.” You turned on your heels to reach up and into the freezer for your pint of ice cream.

“Got nowhere else to go.” Bob shrugged as you handed him the spoon. “You got me killed, remember?” In the blink of an eye, Bob didn’t look like Bob anymore, he looked like something straight out of a horror film when you looked back up to meet his gaze. “You didn't do enough when you should’ve known what he was capable of.” There was no excuse you could have given the version of Bob that stood before you that would have made things right. But you settled for the truth, the fact of the matter as the bloodied, beaten and shot version of Robert Floyd took a spoonful of your pint of ice cream.

“I was scared—“ You whispered in the darkness of the night. “I was scared of him.” Bob just nodded. It always ended the same.

“So was I.”

With a gasp you woke up in a mess of cold sweats. This had happened before and it would surely happen again. It had only been a few weeks since Bob's untimely death and two weeks since his funeral. There was not a dry eye in sight as Rhett stamped those wings into his brother's coffin.

“I wish I could change what happened, Rhett.” It was during a recess break in Jaidyn's initial custody hearing that you found Rhett outside the courthouse. He could tell by the way your voice sounded meeker than normal that you were afraid of what he thought of you. That he blamed you for this, for everything. The way he had come barrelling into the hospital once he’d heard what had happened was a sight you’d never forget. “I wish I could go back and change how I did things. Had I maybe done something sooner—been a little more brave, Bob might still be here.”

“What’s happened, happened.” Rhett finally turned to where you sat next to him on the bench under the trees that were kissed with fall tones, amber, orange and brown. “That's an expression of faith in the mechanics of the world.” Rhett explained softly as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer till your head found comfort against his shoulder. “People use it as an excuse to do nothing—but you—Y/n, have done all that you can.”

“I don’t believe in fate—“ You replied through a soft whimper. “I don’t believe that fate would have taken him away from us.” You sobbed in Rhett’s warm embrace as Bradley stood close by watching over you. He was always watching. He was just there in case you needed him—and thank goodness he was because you needed him the most. “I don’t believe fate would have put me through that, put you through this.” Rhett could understand where you were coming from, to fight off falling into a bottomless pit of despair and depression Rhett had to see all this from another perspective—the perspective of his brother. The brother that gave the ultimate sacrifice. His brother Bob.

“Call it what you want, but it happened and all we can do now is try to clean up the mess we’re left with.”

“What do you call it?” You asked as you sat up to give Rhett your full attention, you knew after the short recess that it would be all about Bob's untimely demise. The first half of the session had been all about the abuse you’d endured. “This, all this chaos?” Rhett knew what Bob would have said. He was a numbers guy, a grounded in reality kind of guy. “What do you call it?” So with one word Rhett explained to you that he wasn’t mad nor spiteful. He wasn’t angry or out for revenge—against you that was. If given the chance Rhett would kill that son of a bitch in the blink of an eye. But he was simply glad he’d been there for you and done all that he could to protect you from possibly being the one who you’d just laid to rest three days prior. Just like Bob had asked him to do.

“Reality—“

As you sat up in bed you turned on your little bedside lamp that illuminated the bedroom you shared with Bradley in an orange hume. He was sleeping soundly on his chest, snoring slightly because the deviated septum he now had made it harder for him to breathe. He was getting used to it though, pulling G forces however—that hurt like a mother fucker.

“You okay there mama?” You and Bradley had decided to stay in the home that had been a house or horrors for that one fateful day. You didn’t want to run anymore, didn’t want to hide. Bradley had replaced the bloodied carpet and rearranged the living room. He thought changing things up might help. It wasn’t in the logistics to move, he still had a lease.

The new carpet didn’t make the nightmares any less paralyzing or less prevalent though. You were both working through the PTSD that that day left behind. So was Jake. So was little Odette. You couldn’t get her in the upstairs bathroom to save yourself. For good reason.

“I’m fine, just had abit of a nightmare.” You’d been having pretty consistent nightmares since that day. Your therapist assured you that it was completely natural. That it was all a part of the grieving process. The healing journey.

“The ice cream one or the couch one?” Bradley sighed as he rolled over, flicking on his own lamp as he rubbed his eyes. You were still in an immobilization sling for another few weeks. Doctor Taylor wasn’t happy to see your name back on his chart less than twelve hours post your first discharge. But he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. If he had been a beating man he swore his life savings would have been on your odds.

“The ice cream one—“ You yawned as you looked at the time on your phone. Three am. Bob's most prevalent witching hour. “He only told me I killed him like once this time so I think we’re making some progress.” Bradley chuckled softly as he pulled you down and into his chest. He knew how much you were struggling to overcome the adversity you’d faced, he was too. You all were. No one had seen Phoenix of Rhett in days. Fanboy was doing his best to keep tabs but he was only one guy.

“I think he’d get a real kick knowing Hangmans got a pair of glasses tattooed on his ass.” The entire group had gone and gotten a tattoo in memoriam. You, Bradley, Jake, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and of course Rhett all had a pair of Bobs signature glasses tattooed. Yours had been placed on your finger. Bradley got his on his wrist. You couldn’t help but to smile against Bradley’s exposed chest as he wrapped his arm around you. He’d lost a fair few people in his life. Bob was just the latest on the list of good people taken too soon. “But I also think he’d be so proud of you.”

“No you killed him.” Jaidyn played his final attempt to manipulate you. He wanted you to kill him. That was his end game. That was his plan. To ruin your entire life. “You killed him Y/n and darlin, you don’t have the fucking balls to kill me you poisonous bitch—“ Jaidyn snarled as you pressed your foot further into his chest. “Go on, pull the fucking trigger! DO IT!”

*Bang*

You hadn’t killed him, Jaidyn that was. But you did shoot him through his shoulder before you dropped to your knees in shock at the fact you’d thought about it and came seconds away from doing so. He was arrested and taken to hospital under police custody. He’d still yet to be officially sentenced, but for now he was in custody, without possibility of making any kind of bail. He’d spend the entirety of the time waiting on his trial behind bars.

“I’m gonna go sleep in Odette's room for a little while.” You mumbled before you turned to kiss Bradley’s chest. He understood why. You’d been like this for weeks.

“I love you.” Was all he mermed in response before you were sitting up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and pushing off out of the warmth of the bed you shared with the love of your life. Rooster saw no reason to spot you, he was only going to follow you in about five minutes or so.

“I love you too.” You took your time as you padded down the hall to the room where your daughter slept soundly. She’d taken a little while to get used to having a room all to herself. Most nights she was racing down the hall in her pajamas screamed and crying just looking for you. On the nights she was able to sleep soundly through the night you’d be the one who woke up in cold sweats from your own nightmares. Both one in the same—the pair of you couldn’t go a night apart.

As you opened her bedroom door the sight you saw melted your heart. Bradley had hooked up one of those roaming lamps that projected stars onto the roof of Dots room. He’d told her one night during one of her moments where she felt like she was drowning, that her grandparents would keep her safe from all the monsters in her closet while he was sleeping and that he’d keep her safe from the monsters of the world. That was his promise, that he’d always protect her.

The stars lit up her room just enough so that she wasn’t shrouded in darkness. The teddy bear in her arms wore a flight suit with a tiny ‘Bob’ stitched into the fabric. He wore a set of glasses that matched your tattoo. Bobby bear had quickly become Dot's favourite toy. Rhett had gotten it for her, he’d never tell anyone but he had one too. It sat on his suitcase just staring at him just wondering when he was going to go back home.

“My sweet girl.” You whispered as you crawled into bed with your daughter. Bradley swore blue that he and Jake were going to find the time to make her the princess bed she deserved. For right now though it was just a simple frame with a lip big enough to stop her from falling. “Mamas here.” You cooed as you pulled her close. Even in her sleeping state Dot reached up to touch your cheek. “I love you so much.”

Mav had been staying in the spare room since the incident. He’d felt so guilty for not being around. He’d been so focused on the internal investigation into Beau Simpson's competence that he truly did believe there were enough people around you to stop a tragedy from occurring again.

He’d been wrong. So in the spare room he stayed until Bradley had convinced him that his little family was safe.

“Room for one more?” Bradley’s voice sounded ever so soft as he crept into Odette's room. You looked at him as he padded in. Sweats hanging low off his hips to expose those deep vee lines with the elastic of his boxer briefs poking out the top.

“Unfortunately Bradshaw, I think this beds full.” The way you smiled, the way you spoke, the way you loved so deeply and so passionately made Bradley Bradshaw's heart skip a beat. He’d sat with you and your lawyer every time you had a meeting, he listened to all the abuse you endured and put up with for years. As did Jake. The pair sat and listened to the pain in your voice and watched the tears stream down your cheeks. They couldn’t understand how you didn’t harbor that hatred. But Bradley finally understood why you’d been so hesitant to give him a chance.

He was so thankful you did.

“Floor it is then.” He groaned softly as he dropped down to his knees and snaked one of Odette stuffed toys for a pillow. Bobby Bear looked him dead in the eye as if to say pick another. He did just that and settled for the stuffed ladybug. You chuckled softly to yourself at the way Bradley trailed behind you only minutes later. He’d been plagued with nightmares of his own. Only his were of you on your knees telling him you loved him with that gun pressed to your head. In his nightmares Jaidyn always pulled the trigger. In his nightmares Dot was drowned. In Bradley Bradshaw's nightmares he lost both his girls, and that’s what made him settle for the floor of his daughters room most nights, looking up at the stars that roamed the roof of her bedroom—

Slowly but surely drifting off to sleep. Knowing that you’d be there when he woke up. Forever and always.

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Four Months Later

“Amilia! It’s tradition! Now, give me the microphone!” Jake whined as he trailed behind Amilia like a lost puppy. She was busy doing her rounds, collecting empty beer bottles and glasses from the table tops of the Hard Deck.

“Just because it’s tradition doesn’t mean I should be subjected to your awful pitch, Seresin.” The two had been inseparable since their date at Preston’s. Jake had failed to actually show up for their planned date. With all his emergency contacts already being in the hospital and with the rest of the Daggers in complete and utter shambles over Bob's death, Jake had asked the nurses that were looking after him to call Amilia for him, as his emergency contact.

She’d stayed his emergency contact since. There was no point having you anymore, because whenever you were in trouble you could count that Jake was gonna be there right beside you and vice versa.

The second Jake was discharged though, with cuts and bruises alike, he took Amilia to Preston’s like he’d promised he would. They went straight there and hadn’t looked back since. Like two peas in a pod.

“I’m gonna combust woman! I need to!” Jake pleaded as he held Amilia still by her hips from behind so she couldn’t step another step away. “Give, me, the, microphone.”

“Don’t do it Oz!” Fanboy egged on the drama unfolding before him as he sat at the bar waiting on Penny to finish gathering his latest order. “Don’t make us suffer—“

“Coyote is on top of the leaderboard!” Jake wanted to pull his own hair out. He was the karaoke king, you were the karaoke queen—there was no ifs or buts about the situation. “Do you understand how pressing this matter is!?” As Amilia rounded the corner back behind the bar where Penny was busy pouring copious amounts of liquor for her alcoholic patrons, she shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“If you sing home among the gumtrees again I swear I’ll have Penny ring that bloody bell Jake.” Amilia conceded. “Five buck entry fee—cough it up.” She stuck her hand out as Jake grinned ear to ear, he was quick to fish the crumbled up bill from his wallet before he slapped it into his girlfriend’s awaiting hand.

“You won’t regret it.” Jake beamed as he watched Amilia pocket the five dollar bill. It was her gig, karaoke with half price wings & tings night had really become a hit. Penny let Amilia make a little extra cash with the five dollar entry fee. She’d essentially been robbing Jake in broad daylight ever since.

“Somehow I think I will.” Amilia leaned over the bar to kiss Jake on the cheek before she handed him two microphones from under the bar. “Go reclaim your crown.”

“I'll be back to revel in my glory soon.” The smile couldn’t have been more genuine if Jake wanted it to be. He was in love, if he wasn’t he couldn’t begin to imagine what true love actually felt like if this wasn’t it. “Stay gorgeous, make sure these guys are tipping you well!” He shouted as he walked away and all Amilia did was shoo him off. Immediately turning her attention back to the crowd surrounding the bar.

“Fe!” Jake's voice rattled around in your brain as he approached the table you’d been sitting at with Rooster and Pete. little Odette was on your lap colouring in one of the many colouring in pages you’d grabbed from Amilia on the way in. “Show time!” He wiggled his hips as he showed you the microphones. “Just like old times?”

“Oh no—“ You tried to turn the offer down. “Jake, it's packed in here!” But it was to no avail. Jake was reaching out for Dot like there was nothing stopping him from reclaiming what was rightfully his. All Bradley did was chuckle to himself as Jake played the little girl down in his lap. Deciding he was now on Dot duty while he whisked you away to be his partner in crime.

“Uh, yeah! Which makes it the perfect time to whoop Coyotes arse!” Jake hadn’t been this content in a while. He felt like things were all coming together again after his entire world had been tipped on its axis point. He missed Bob, so fucking much. He took it personally to the point that his nightmares were almost a nightly occurrence. The choice he made he’d never forget. The tattoo on his ass served as a permanent reminder of the guy who was every bit the man Jake wished he could trade places with. “So come on! Let’s get our karaoke on!” You looked to Rooster across the booth for support, he gave you some as he shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head.

“Better get up there.”

“You’re meant to have my back.” You groaned as you squinted your eyes and sighed in disbelief.

“I do, that’s why I want you to go and have some fun.” Bradley had in his back pocket his mother’s engagement ring that she’d given him before she passed. He’d kept it in his dads red velvet wedding ring box since he’d had it. As Bradley watched Jake haul you away to belt out a beat, he knew he’d made the right choice.

“Everythings set outside when you're ready, Rooster.” Mav bumped the son he’d claimed as his own on the shoulder. “She’s just perfect for you.”

“Yeah—“ Bradley still hadn’t taken his eyes off you as he watched you and Jake set up and select your song. “Yeah she really is isn’t she.” There wasn’t a time Bradley didn’t believe you weren’t the one for him, but after everything you’d gone through, after everything he’d seen, after the losses you’d learnt to accept and the fear you’d overcome—Bradley had never been so sure.

“Your mum and dad would be so proud of you kid.” Mav had watched the man sitting beside him grow up into such a fine young man. He was every bit the man his father was. “They really would be.” The music filled the Hard Deck and captured everyone’s attention—whenever you and Jake were paired for karaoke they all knew it would be a good time.

“Our children will always hear romantic tales of distant years, our gilded age may come and go. Our crooked dreams will always glow.” You sang a little off tune but with a whole lot of heart as the entire Hard Deck watched you and Jake dance and act like teenagers who’d snuck into an underground nightclub.

“Stick with me, oh you're my best friend! All of my life, you've always been, Remember remember, All we fight for!” Jake shouted at the top of his lungs. Rooster saw from the corner of his eyes the way Amilia blushed from second hand embarrassment from behind the bar. That was her dork now. All Bradley had to say was good luck to her.

Across the way sat Rhett and Phoenix. It was the first time Bradley saw a genuine smile creep across Natasha’s face since Bob’s death. Out of everyone it hit her the hardest. They’d flown together for years and without Bob? Phoenix didn’t know what she was doing in the sky. What way was up or what way was down. But she knew he was here, watching over them. Her tattoo was placed across her heart. Gone but never forgotten was Robert Floyd. She didn’t blame you either. Not a single bit.

“Don't leave me, oh you're my best friend

All of my life, you've always been. Don't leave me now, you're my best friend, All of my life, you've always been!” As your voice melted with Jakes, Bradley also took notice of the genuine hold Rhett Abbott had on Natasha's thigh, just above her knee. Not too high that it would be deemed inappropriate for a public setting. It was just genuine and real. The pair had been spending more and more time together, Bradley assumed it was from the grief, but now? When he saw the way Phoenix looked at Rhett the same way Jake looked at Amilia the same way he looked at you? He wasn’t so sure it was grief, but love born from a tragedy. How that would turn out he wouldn’t hold his breath over, but he was happy for them.

“Remember remember—, All we fight for!” It was your turn to sing as Jake jumped around.

“Remember remember— All we fight for!” It was Jake's turn to scratch out as you twirled and laughed at the cheers that echoed out around you.

“Oh oh oh oh oh—“ The both of you sing in unison into the same microphone. It was like a slow motion fade out as the music died down and the applause erupted. Bradley held Odett high in the air so she could clap and wave your way. Only placing her down when you’d made your way back to him.

“I love you so much.” Bradley pulled you close as he kissed your temple, having watched you and Jake sing your hearts out to keep your covenant top stop on the karaoke board. “I’ve got something to show you if you’ll step outside with me for a minute?” He whispered in your ear as he looked at him with questions and confusion written all over your face.

“Sure—“

“Tooster has a supwise for you mamma.” Dot added as you walked hand in hand with your little girl out towards the back patio of the Hard Deck where it backed onto the Beach reserve. You could see all the festoon lights outside but never thought in a million years there'd be a little picnic set up under those lights.

“I can see that little miss.” You looked down at Dot as she held your hand and walked by your side, Bradley was just ahead of you, looking up at the stars above in the night sky hoping his parents were out there somewhere looking down on him. “Did you know about this?”

“Tooster told me before bed wast night.”

Rooster thought that it would be good to keep Odette looped in, his palms were super sweaty as he tucked her in and turned on her little star lamp. He kneeled beside her bed—kissed her forehead softly and told her that he loved her.

“Can you keep a secret?” Dot nodded. Bradley wasn’t so sure, she’d developed a bad habit of throwing people under the fucking his lately. Her latest victim had been Chase—who was sneaking lollies from the lolly jar. But he wanted her to know. “You know I love you and your mama very much right?”

“So much?” Dot had had a big day, she’d spent the afternoon with her uncle Jake, what those two had been up to Rooster had no idea, but whatever it had been had tuckered the little tack.

“Oh the most baby girl.” Bradley smiled so bright at your daughter. “So much that I’m gonna ask your mum to marry me tomorrow night, because that’s just how much.” What Bradley didn’t tell little Odette was that he was gonna ask her too.

“Bradley, what is all this?” You asked cautiously as Dot ran off to catch up to Rooster. He picked her up and spun her around as you reached the small blanket laid on the sand under festoon lights. “Rooster—?”

“I’ve uh—“ Bradley just had to get it all off his chest. “Honestly this is something I should have done months ago if I’m being honest.” He let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. He could see Jake standing on the back patio, proud as ever that his best friend was finally getting her happily ever after. “Y/n—“

“No stop, you're not Rooster.” You wanted to cry as you cupped your hands over your face. “This isn’t happening—“

“I told you when we were in the hospital that I was gonna ask you to marry me.” Bradley reminded you as he reached in for the ring box in his back pocket. He was on one knee before you in seconds with Odette in his arms. “Y/n, you deserve so much more than you’ve ever been given.” Bradley started as you began to cry tears full of happiness. “There are so many things about you that make me want you forever, your smile, your character, the way you love so fiercely.” He held your daughter close as he kissed her cheek and looked up at you over her shoulder. “If you had asked me when I first met you if I knew I’d ask you to marry me I would have said yes.” With shaking hands you reached out to cup Bradley’s cheeks as you stood above him, looking down. He had his own tears threatening to spill as he smiled up at you with golden irises full of love and admiration.

“You’re the love of my life and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, for Odette.” Bradley wanted to include your daughter in all this as much as he possibly could. It was important to him. “You came into my life like a whirlwind dream and not once have I ever had any doubts about you, about wanting to marry you.”

To Bradley, you were a force to be reckoned with. You’d seen your fair share of trails and heartache that would’ve brought most people to their knees. But not you. You maintained a peace about you that Bradley thought was otherworldly. You carried yourself with such grace but yet held such fire behind your eyes. He knew, for sure, that you were the one he wanted in his corner forever.

“Rooster—“

“Marry me Y/n.” Bradley finally said it. He said the three words that took the breath straight from your lungs. “My god please marry me, I just wanna spend the rest of my life reminding you how much love you deserve, how so loved you are.”

“Rooster—“ You were trying to say yes, trying to tell the man kneeling before you that you wanted him forever and then some more. But he wouldn’t let you interrupt.

“I'll never not remember the fear I felt when I almost lost you.” It was a harsh reminder of the things you fought so hard to protect. “I can’t ever lose you—you're my best friend, the love of my life, the best mother to the best little girl I know.” Yep. That was it, that was the moment you dropped to your knees and took Bradley’s lips hostage with yours. He let out a small oof when he fell back against the blankets with Dot.

“Of course I’ll marry you, how could I ever not.”

“Really?” Rooster’s eyes were as wide as they could get with joy and excitement.

“I’m in love with you Roo, have been ever since I first met you.” The thing about Bradley that scared you the most was you’d do anything he ever asked of you. If he asked you to jump you’d ask how high and without hesitation he’d be jumping right next to you. “I always will be.” The two of you could not have been more perfect for one another if you tried. With all your imperfect flaws and weaknesses you made each other whole. “So yes, a thousand times yes I’ll marry you.”

As if to say he couldn’t believe what he was hearing Bradley embraced you and your daughter like it was the first time he was experiencing touch filled with love and compassion. This was it for him—you were his everything. A few months ago he thought he’d lost it all. But now, laying here with you under the stars in North Island, everything was going to be okay.

“And for you miss Odette.” Bradley sniffled as he reached into his pocket for a golden signet ring he’d had made for the little girl who’d stolen his heart. It had her birthstone and all, a little red garnet encased in a heart. Bradley’s heart. “I wanted to ask you something too.” He turned all his attention to Odette who wore the brightest smile on her little face. “Will you let me be your friend forever?”

It melted your heart. Odette nodded as her bottom lip quivered, she didn’t really know what any of this meant but one day she would.

“I wuv you, Tooster.” Odette cuddled into Bradley with all her might as he sat beside you on the blankets under the festoon lights. So much love was left to share between the three of you. So much heartbreak was still left to overcome. But the most important thing of all was that Bradley had his family, the love of his life was about to be his wife. The three year old in his arms would grow up safe and oh so loved.

Bradley was your rock, your world. And as you caught the sight of Jake standing out on the back porch with Amilia wrapped up under his arm you wished he’d get the chance to feel this love too. He’d been the best damn best friend anyone could ask for. He gave you a loving family, the only thing you ever asked for in your entire life.

Odette had her person, her protector, a friend she could count on for the rest of her life. She had her Tooster. And oh boy was that Roosters favourite thing of all. Being Odette's Tooster.

It was his favourite thing of all, it was his favourite job, his favourite roll.

It was his favourite……Term Of Endearment.

Fin.

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sweaters-and-vertigo · 8 days

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when i saw the first newscast about “the israel hamas war” i knew something was missing from their reports.

i was ignorant of the entire history. all i knew was that israel was a “jewish state” and that was supposedly a good thing. i foolishly thought, “so, israel is a jewish state. my cousins are jewish, some of my friends are jewish. they’re all wonderful people and i love them. so israel must be a perfect reflection of the jewish faith”. i had no prior knowledge of israel’s oppression over the palestinians. there was no easily accessible information about it that i could find naturally.

but when i was watching the news in october, i felt a twisting in my stomach and i just knew there was more to the story. i can’t explain how i knew but i knew. i had to dig until my fingers bled to find any amount of information about palestine’s struggles. over the last several months, i feel like i’ve done a decade’s worth of research. learning about it all has been exhausting, confusing, stressful, and depressing. but most of all it made me feel very ashamed that i didn’t know sooner. i’ve always been such a strong critical thinker and had a very investigative mind. i don’t know how i never realized.

i’m still learning. every new thing i find is like a punch to the gut.

i’m sorry to all palestinians for my inaction. i’m sorry that i didn’t see this sooner. i wish that i had, so that i could have been there for you and with you earlier. but i’m here now and i want to help in any way i can. the injustices you’ve experienced have been traumatic enough for me. i can’t imagine what you’re going through. your strength in these times is so admirable, i just wish it wasn’t necessary.

and i’d thank all the jews who are fighting against zionism, against israel. i know you’re not doing it for me but thank you. y’all are so brave, smart, and kind. i’ve been reading stories from people who’ve lost friends and family because they’re jews who support palestine. that would be really difficult and i am so sorry if you’re going through that. but you’re doing the right thing and i hope you keep doing it.

i want to hear from muslims and jews, but only if you’d like to talk to me. i want to know your perspectives. i’m white and i’m not religious but i want to be your friend, or at least your ally. i just want to protect all of you. i want you all to be safe and happy. it seems like that’s a hard thing for you to find in this world right now but i want to help you find it, if you’ll let me. but if not, i will quietly support you from a distance. i just can’t not offer my help. i’m a helper, it’s in my nature.

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maginxlia · 2 years

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Starring Bonten Men ♡ In Rotation

Cast Line Up ♡ The Haitani Brothers, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Kakucho and Mikey

“Want the whole crew, Shawty Brave”

Word count 1.6k

Rated TV-MA

Contains Mentions of Weed, Reader With Fem body parts and Adult content

NSFW/MINORS THIS ISN’T FOR YOU

Summary ♡ Bonten Pass you around like a blunt in Rotation

Inspired by the Thirst I sent to @okhotel ✨ No pronouns in here and it’s my first time writing for TR.

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To Outside eyes Ran Haitani and you were the oddest of couples, Ran a criminal who is one half of the duo that controls Roppongi and You a tourist who interested the Haitani brother so much that he pulled strings to make you a permanent resident Of Japan. Hell looking back on it you could never unravel the story of how you became close to the Haitani brothers or Bonten in general but baby you enjoyed it.

Tonight you’re sitting pretty on Ran’s lap as he rolled blunts while y’all waited for all the others to join you in the conference room for tonight’s Meeting. you weren’t starved for his attention, he had just fucked your brains out in the back of his Benz while you two were in the parking garage but unfortunately you were always so cock hungry

You couldn’t help but grind your pantieless ass against his cock that were hidden by his Gucci pants relishing the way his cock was already hardening by your actions as Ran tried his best to finish smoking one of the blunts he had just rolled. You wanted him to fuck you on the conference table and you didn’t give a damn if anyone walked into y’all fucking. You needed him so badly that your pussy was already wet From the thought alone

Ran only smiled at you as he said “want me to fuck you here on the table huh Doll? Want the whole building to hear you scream my name? Alright you got your wish” No sooner had those words left his lips he had placed his suit jacket on the table and laid you on there. Using his left hand to touch your pussy he whispered into your ear “ Already nice and wet for me, my doll got turned on by their thoughts again hmmm? You could only nod yes as his fingers rubbed your clit in the motion that always made you cum so hard. Ran then pulled his fingers away from you before placing them up your lips for you to suck your own delicious juices , when he felt you were done he kissed your lips passionately as you tongues danced for dominance Ran had lined himself up and enter you with one hard thrust making you moan in to his mouth

As he pulled away from your lips he pulled your titties out of your dress and began sucking on them as he fucked you into bliss, while you marked up his pretty back. His thrusts only halting when he heard Rindou ask “ Bro what the fuck?” Ran looked up to see his Brother and Sanzu standing there watching him as he was balls deep in you, he wasn’t ashamed at all in fact he was bold enough to ask you a question that would change your night “Doll do you mind if they fucked you too?” How could you say no? They were devilishly handsome and you always wanted to feel Their hands on your body, “Yes baby” you cooed out while looking at the two males before you

Rindou was blushing his face red from your words as Sanzu put his Jacket away excited to finally fuck the person Ran greedily kept for himself. Ran smiled at the guys as he thrusted into you again “only one rule! No glove no love! If you don’t have a condom you’re out of luck! The only one who gets to cum in them is me.” He said as he went back to fucking you passionately

Rindou pulled out his cock and stroked himself before placing his pretty cock near your mouth, he only glared down at you when you took his cock in to your mouth sucking the tip of his cock before taking him to the back of your throat; He see why his elder brother treasured you.. you were perfect. You were moaning against his cock in your throat as Ran fucked you near the edge orgasmic relief. Rindou couldn’t help but fuck your mouth when you deep throat him so effortlessly, he wanted to see all the things you can do.

With Ran dick in your pussy and Rindou cock in your mouth, your eyes went to Sanzu who was smoking a blunt while watching you get used by the Two Haitani brothers the wink you sent him sent shivers down his spine. Ran fucked you to your second big orgasm of the night cumming in you as your pulsating walls took him over the edge as Rindou ruthlessly fucked your mouth until him came down your throat with a groan. Ran kissed your neck before whispering into your ear “Always so good for me, always so perfect” as he slowly got off you.

You looked up to see Sanzu putting a condom on his big hard cock as he got onto the table with you. Holding one of your legs up towards your chest, He entered you as he blew smoke into your face. Sanzu began to pound into without any limitations and you could help but moan out loudly as he hit your favourite spot with his cock, He pinched your nipples as he fucked you while groaning this out “Such a perfect tight slut, Taking this big cock so fucking good. Shame Haitani Hogs you for himself” Sanzu didn’t stop fucking you when Kokonoi enter the room, Hell he only nodded to Mikey and Kakucho when they entered knowing that if he opened his mouth he might moan.

You watched the guys watch you getting fucked by Sanzu, Ran’s eyes never leaving you while smiling at your blissed out figure. Your moans were music to the Men's ears. Sanzu and you came together as you held on to his wrists as he got off of you he gripped your thighs. Your body was fatigued but you still hungered for all the cocks in the room. Your eyes Watched as Kokonoi took off his Prada suit jacket before he walked over to you, He pulled you down the table a little so that your ass was near the edge as he prepared his cock for fucking you.

“Koko” you cooed as he entered your sore but hungry pussy, He fucked you much more softer than Sanzu, One of his hands rubbed your clit and the other toyed with your nipple as he put your other one into his mouth; the way he twirled his tongue around your nipple was enough for you put your hands under his shirt and scratched his back up, He was treating you oh so good. With each thrust you felt closer to cumming and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching on Kokonoi thick cock, he could only close his eyes every time your pussy clenched around him as he moan out how good of a slut you are.

Your legs trembled when your orgasm arrived making Kokonoi cum as he fucked you through your orgasm, Kokonoi bit your ear softly before he walked away from you. Kakucho walked before you and put his arms around you before whispering into your ear “ I hope you don’t mind being picked up” as he effortlessly lifted you up from the table into his arms, the fabric of his shirt rubbed against your sensitive nipples making you moan as Kakucho laughed out “I Haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already moaning? Interesting.” Before he entered your pussy with a gentle push, Kakucho fucked you at a tender pace but the position he had you in was something you had never experienced before. He fucked up into so good while his pretty eyes stared into your own as you laid your against his chest while looking up at him.

Kakucho whispered to you about how good you’re making him feel into your ear as his thrusts felt so good to you that tears ran down your face, you were a incoherent mess because of his cock and you were happy. You moaned against his neck as he fucked you into completion, his cock working Magic over your pussy as you came around him Making Kakucho cum with you. Kakucho whispered a thank you as he gently laid you on your belly onto the table.

It was quiet in the room and for a minute you thought the guys had left you to rest before you felt someone behind you, looking back you saw Mikey placing his hands on your ass before lining himself up; you could only smile at him as he entered your pussy before fucking you ruthlessly. Mikey had his hands wrapped around your neck as you arched your back so perfectly for him, he was so mean to you slapping your ass and calling you a “worthy but needy slut” his cock kept hitting your G spot with each thrust as you trembled against him. He fucking you so good that you’re crying and moaning loudly, through your tears you could still see Ran watching you as his leader drilled into you like a madman.

Had it not been for the table supporting you, you would’ve been on the floor because of how your legs gave up as you came around Mikey cock. With a few more harsh thrusts Mikey came in you making Ran looked at him with disbelief. Mikey walked away from you without saying a word as Ran came to you, holding your chin up Ran said this “Did you have fun doll?? I hope you’re not too tired” as you look up to see Ran cock hard again, Smiling up at Ran you cooed out “I’m never too tired for cock baby”

Your cock hunger: 6

Bonten: 0

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 2 months

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Girl I just love your fics and I wanted to see I could ask for one myself

Could you pls write a Mirko x Fem!reader where reader is insecure about her body and turns to sh but Mirko finds out and she comforts S/o and they make out while Mirko praises her and sings a lullaby to her for aftercare

Sorry if it's a lot

Ive been though a rough patch with sh myself and I just wanted to find a way to feel better

I know you might not find this though your inbox

But I figured it's worth a shot

Thanks

(Hello Anon, thank you for your kind words and I really hope this makes you feel better. Just remember, you are not alone in this, me and other people are always here for you. Also don’t worry, this wasn’t too much for me to handle)

More than Perfect

Rumi Usagiyama x FEM! Reader

(Warning: Self harm, swearing, and making out but nothing too spicy)

Insecure. If there’s one word in the world that can describe you, insecure couldn’t be more fitting. Your body being the main victim of your insecurity. Everything about it made you feel bad and often times you looked in the mirror wishing you were in a different body.

Rumi is everything anybody would want in a woman; strong, confident, independent, brave, beautiful, just utterly perfect. Too perfect for you, she deserves so much better, you believe. Those thoughts run constantly through your head, causing your emotions to dampen and dull.

Eventually those thoughts became darker and irrational, making you resort to a more unhealthy, dangerous course of action. Self harm. You do your best to try and cover up the evidence. You can’t run the risk of Rumi finding out, she already has enough to deal with plus you don’t want to burden her or worst, hurt her.

Though life doesn’t always go your way, it never does. Rumi ended up finding out, she was returning from a long day of fighting petty criminals and when she opened the door and called out to you that she’s home she got no response. She assumed that you were in the bedroom taking a nap or something, so she walked to the shared bedroom and opened the door. She didn’t knock because if you were sleeping she didn’t want to wake you.

But what she saw was unexpected. You were sitting on the edge of the bed harming yourself. You froze immediately when you saw your girlfriend standing in the doorway just as shocked as you are.

You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the right words to articulate together. Your vision became blurred as tears formed over your eyes. Suddenly you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you tightly but cautious not to accidentally hurt you.

Rumi knows that you must’ve suffered mentally for a while for you to go to this as a coping mechanism. She didn’t blame you one bit, the only person she blames right now is herself for not noticing or figuring it out sooner. But that doesn’t matter, what matters most right now is treating your wounds and comforting you.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me. Sit down while a treat your wounds okay?” Rumi says assuringly, pulling away to go get the supplies needed. Fortunately she wasn’t gone for long and started carefully treating you, making sure it hurts as little as possible.

The amount of guilt you feel is unbearable, you feel like a bother. Though your thoughts are easily interrupted by two hands cupping your cheeks and a pair of red eyes staring softly into yours. It’s almost like she knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I’m all done, now if you want to talk about it I’m all ears, but if you don’t then that’s alright too.” Rumi said, sitting next to you on the bed.

You hesitate for a moment before letting the words spill from your lips, “I’ve been..insecure about how I look and stuff..and I..just couldn’t take it anymore.” You confessed as you feel Rumi’s hands rub up and down your back for a moment before motioning you to sit on her lap. Usually she would just lift you up herself but right now she doesn’t wanna overwhelm you.

Straddling her lap, she wraps her arms around your waist protectively, you kiss her lips in which Rumi gladly reciprocates. But you wanted a bit more, trying to deepen the kiss you were left feeling disappointed when you lost contact with her lips.

“Are you sure about this?” Rumi asks, searching for any signs of discomfort.

“Yes I am..but I don’t wanna do too much, y’know.” You say and Rumi nods in acknowledgment. She is sure to not overstep a boundary and you trust her on that.

She gently puts one hand on the back of your head to pull you closer and kiss you. She lets you be the one to deepen the kiss, which is unlike her but she doesn’t mind at the moment. A minute goes by and you pull away for some air.

And Rumi took this opportunity to say something she thinks she should say more often.

“Your body is so damn beautiful, hell, even more than that. I am the luckiest woman in the universe to have a girlfriend like you. And don’t you forget that.” Rumi says in a matter of fact tone, accepting no denial to that statement.

You look into her eyes and see no sign of deception or untruthfulness instead you see nothing but confidence and sincerity. You embrace her tightly, grateful for her existence. She smiles softly at this and hugs you even tighter.

The both of you sit in blissful silence until you hear your girlfriend’s voice, but it wasn’t her talking, it was singing. She had a peaceful singing voice, like music to your ears. You’ve never heard her sing before so it surprised you but the shock didn’t last for long before sleep consumed you.

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deadlynavigation · 10 months

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Grovel

Warnings: none.

Author's Note: It's funny because if my friends (who have been trying to get me to watch Star Wars for years) had told me that Anakin is hot (lol get it because Mustafar) I would have watched the series a lot sooner.

Find the Darth Vader Version here.

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“What the kriff was that?” You burst into the briefing room.

Anakin turns to you, the rest of the politicians following his action. Once he sees who it is that interrupted his report, he curses silently, fear taking over his expression.

“Everyone out.” The general demands. He cannot afford any witnesses.

The politicians slowly cycle out, squishing between you and the doorframe as you refuse to move from your defensive stance in the middle of the action. Mumbles of “sorry” and “pardon” are directed towards you every so often, no one brave enough to ask a decorated war hero to move.

Once everyone is out, you slam the door shut, not breaking your gaze from where he is quite literally shaking in his boots.

Silence envelopes the room. Both wait for the other to speak in what has to be the most uncomfortable tension in the galaxy.

Not one minute passes before Anakin starts to speak.

“Baby, I apologize-”

You cut him off with a laugh. “You apologize. That’s cute, honey.”

Anakin sighs. “I don’t know what you’d want me to do.” And he really doesn’t- he’s never screwed up this badly, and especially not on a mission that you orchestrated. He doesn’t know the protocol to calm you or even just apologize.

You tilt your head in interest. The gears start turning in your mind, thinking of the best way to pay your lover back for his abominable performance today, just as he has done many times before to you. It’s only fair.

“I’d have you get on your knees.” And you wait.

Anakin closes his eyes briefly before bending himself down to his knees. And though it wounds his ego in more ways that he can imagine, he pushes through the emotional hurt for you.

You notice his hesitation, a pleased expression overcoming your face. Again, it’s only fair. Even if that means his ego is shattered into hundreds of miniscule pieces.

“Now grovel.”

“Y/n-”

“Grovel.”

The silence returns, with you staring him down fiercely and him fighting everything that has been shoved at him by the Order in order to fulfill your wishes. It takes one, two minutes of this back-and-forth before he finally comes up with the words, ready to lay them at your feet in hopes of forgiveness.

“Baby. My love. Y/n. I am so sorry for my actions and am willing to do anything to make it up to you.”

You tilt your chin up as he speaks, eyes softening.

“My apologies can only go so far, so I offer you myself along with any other future opportunities. I can only hope that you take this with grace, even though I know fully well that I do not deserve even that.”

Maker, if anyone walked in and saw the great Anakin Skywalker on his knees for a warrior of your sort, begging for forgiveness, he’d get kicked off this planet.

You, however, don’t care in the slightest. So you let him kneel in the tense atmosphere for a minute more before gesturing for him to rise, signifying that his groveling did indeed work and he is free to go.

“That will do, I suppose.” You admit somewhat begrudgingly.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Anakin strides over to where you stand, lowering his forehead to rest on yours. “And when I offered myself, I meant it.” He grins, some of his ego returning.

“Ani.” You sigh exasperatedly. “But yeah, I know.”

“So if you know… I’m only saying, we do have some free time. I was almost finished with my report anyways, and you don’t have anything on your schedule today, last I checked.” He bites his lip in anticipation.

You groan, not willing to admit that he’s right. “You’re the worst.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night.” Anakin finishes off strong. You push at his face, trying to smother your smile before he catches sight of it. He doesn’t mind at all, moving your hand to an angle where he can coat your knuckles in innocent kisses.

“Fine,” you give in. “But we’re going to the beach if you want alone time with me.”

Anakin throws his head back and whines. You pay no attention to it whatsoever.

“We can set up a blanket on the sand, maybe walk around in the sand, throw some sand around-”

“OK, Ok. I get it.” Anakin interrupts you, laughing. “Let’s just go to my room. Come on, while Obi-Wan can’t see.” He lightly grabs your forearm, whisking you away to his room while you think on how to get some sand in his bed.

It’s only fair.

#star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x y/n #darth vader #darth vader x reader #darth vader x y/n #star wars requests open

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rp-meme-central · 7 months

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Wilde Life - Chapter 15: Lost and Found - sentence starters

"Are we done yet? I'm hungry and this is boring."

"Come on, can't we enjoy a nice stroll in the woods when no one is in mortal peril?"

"We found you in the woods. Do you need help?"

"If you just want my help, I can do that without the gun."

"The sun is setting. I really don't think this is a good idea."

"The sooner we find it, the sooner this will be over."

"I'm not going to let you steal it from me!"

"Oh great. You're one of those _____ who always deflects with humor."

"So, I'm not exactly sure which way. I know it was generally in this direction, but everything looks different in the dark."

"What is wrong with you? You're being marched into the woods at gunpoint. Aren't you scared?!"

"Why do you have to be so miserable? The only thing I've tried to do is help you, and for some reason you're furious about it."

"My gun is gone."

"Gun?! Why do you have a gun? You have _____!"

"Thanks for not accidentally shooting me on the way down."

"I hate to say I told you so, but I did try to warn you."

"Honestly? Wet jeans running is a maneuver of last resort."

"Who are you?! This is so weird!"

"You're currently being kidnapped! What do you mean 'are you in danger'?!"

"They say if you put it on, you'll become a thunderbird. Never been brave enough to try it, myself."

"I don't mean to sound judgmental, ______, but why did you think it was a good idea to steal from an apparent professional werewolf murderer?"

"I do not trust you not to fling yourself into a bullet."

"Look, you can't really... unmake your mistakes. But you can stop making them."

"I just want you to call me all the terrible things I'm already thinking about myself."

"How did you learn to finesse like that? I'm doing what you want, but it feels like you're doing me a favor."

"I'm sorry! I don't know what happened! Sorry! Are you okay?"

"It was me. I'm sorry! I freaked out and wrecked everything. I'll pay for whatever I broke."

"You're not carrying me. I've been humiliated enough today."

"Just leave me alone. I've had more than enough of talking to people today, and I don't want anyone to see me cry."

"I've never screwed up like this before. What am I supposed to do?"

"You're still you. That's all people will see. You don't have to tell anyone anything that you don't want to."

"It's been a long day. I know you have a lot on your mind, and I don't want to rush into anything you might regret."

"I can't believe I lost my house."

"Hey! I know I've given you no indication otherwise, but I'm not a total screwup."

"I wish you would have let me loan you a shirt."

"I just want to wear my own clothes!"

"Listen, ______, about last night... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put you in that position."

#rp memes #sentence starters #Wilde Life

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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Letter from a worshipper

(this is fiction and simply a piece of writing meant to be immersive. references to religion, Christianity, murder, unhealthy relationships, worshipping, stalking and impure feelings.)

You have no idea how thankful I am to have this opportunity. I don't even think I deserve it, I've done nothing of great importance yet I cannot go another day without telling you how I feel.

You... You make me really, truly feel. You make my heart and mind race. You make my worries melt away. You make me feel like I'm experiencing the greatness of life, oh my darling, you make me feel so alive. My blood pumps for you, my heart aches for you, my lungs fill only for you, I only exist for you, my great, great love.

I feel like I see God himself when I set my eyes upon your lovely presence. I feel my knees grow weak, my hands clasp together in worship as if upon instinct, are you even real? Are you simply a figment of my imagination? Are you my God?

You must be so thankful that I'm finally reaching out to you... You know you deserve to be worshipped, worshipped properly, not like how those fools say. You deserve a church, you deserve disciples, you deserve scripture, my love you deserve people who will go to war in your name. You deserve it all. Statues, art, gardens dedicated to you, people stoned for blaspheming you, everything. I wish there comes a day, soon, where people will finally see that you are meant to rule them and finally submit to you. Fall to their knees at your feet and sob from pleasure upon seeing your excellence, scream and cry and seize as your holiness overtakes them.

My God, I do not understand why you allow your filthy, disgusting, sinners to treat you this way. I know you created us, created us only to bask in your glory, your gift to us was creation. You gave us eyes to gaze upon you, you gave us hands to feel the holy ground you tread on, you gave us brains to comprehend your beauty and holiness, you gave us feet to follow you to the ends of the earth, you gave us lungs to breathe in your scent, you gave us genitals so we could feel just half of the pleasure you could give us.

I understand now. I understand you are the one. You, you in all of your glory... I understand. I apologize, my God, I am not brave enough to face you yet... I fear you will reject me as a servant, which would crush me. I would sooner hang myself than curse you with the burden of casting your godly gaze upon this wretched thing, this sin filled freak of nature so I promise to purify myself before I bare myself upon you, lay myself at your feet and beg to stand by your side. I know I am undeserving but I hope you will see how devoted I am and allow me to be an acceptation, to be one of your first disciples. I wish to write down your holy word, I wish to tell others of your excellence..

My apologizes, my God, I must cut myself off short. I do not wish to waste your precious time with my pathetic ramblings. To show the start of my dedication and purification, I have included the teeth of that wretched man. He did not deserve to breathe your air. He is still alive, do not fret, I am continuing to purify his depraved soul, one day at a time before he finally passes and finally becomes truly pure. I hope to see you soon, my God.

All of my love and devotion, Yandere.

#yandere x y/n #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere smut #worshipper yandere #letters from a yandere

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phoebe-delia · 1 year

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Hiya, friend! If you fancy it for Eight Drarry Nights, I'd love to see what you can come up with from Taylor Swift's song, "I Did Something Bad" as a prompt. :D

Night 3: Pitchforks and Proof

Oh, Krissy, it would be my pleasure. This is one of my favorites off reputation for sure, and I don't think I've done this for Drarry yet! So that's exciting. Thank you very much for prompting it @sugareey-makes-stuff. cw: corrupt police work. Enjoy! Read the other Hanukkah fics so far here.

"Come again?" Robards frowned. "Did you say—"

"We lost him, sir," Jones sighed. "We lost him."

Robards slammed his fist down on the table, making the stacks of files on the surface tremble and everyone else in the room jump. "How?! How did you lot let him slip away? Remind me, Jones—since you seem to be the only one brave enough to speak for the group–is this the first time you've let him get away?"

Jones winced. "Er, no sir."

"Is it the second?"

"N-no."

"It's the third!" Robards roared. "The third time you've let Malfoy get away!" He glared at the room. "Why hasn't one of you put a tracking spell on him yet?"

"Er, sir, don't we need a warrant—"

Robards pushed the papers off the table and onto the floor. He leaned forward, pressing his palms onto the desk as he all but snarled at Jones. "Draco Malfoy is on the Ministry's Most Wanted List! Do you know how much he's stolen? Millions. Millions of galleons from his father's old cronies!" Robards shouted. "My order is all the warrant you need! The Wizengamot can kiss my arse if they've got a problem with it! Do you understand?"

The group mumbled their "yes sirs" and avoided Robards' gaze—all except Harry, who stayed silent in the back.

Robards sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right. Now get out, all of you."

Harry let the other aurors file out of the room first before he followed behind them, not giving Robards another glance.

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Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode purposefully away from the Ministry building. He still hadn't adjusted to the winter weather, with night washing away the daylight sooner than he liked. Still, there was a peacefulness to it; to walking home in the cold, exhaling and seeing his breath in the freezing air, proof he was somehow still warm inside.

Finally, he made it to the apparition point. He closed his eyes, letting his magic take him home.

Harry landed in his flat with a sigh of relief. He tugged on his ear, which was a bit stuffed up from the apparition, to let it relax back to normal. He walked over to his bar cart and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey.

He didn't turn or startle at the sound of the door opening. Instead, he smiled to himself at the sound of the door clicking shut and then footsteps trailing into the room, and then stop.

"One for you, too?" Harry asked without turning around.

"Yes, please."

Harry picked up another tumbler and filled it with the drink. Satisfied, he turned around, and put the other glass in an outstretched hand. "Long day?"

Draco tipped his glass back into his mouth, nearly draining it in one sip. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You don't know the half of it."

Harry snorted, taking a sip of his own drink. "I have some idea. You're a tough bloke to catch, you know."

Draco smirked. "I know. I aim to keep it that way."

Harry set down his glass and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "As do I, love." He pressed a kiss to Draco's lips. "So, where's this donation headed?"

Draco smiled. "I was thinking Club Care; they've got such a great kids' program. Either that, or Wishing Whale."

"That's the one that fights pollution, right?"

"Yes," Draco said. "Great cause. Plus, I love the name."

Harry chuckled. "You do love a good pun."

"I do," Draco sighed. "It's my only weakness."

Later that night, they were cuddled in bed, with Harry's head on Draco's chest. Their conversation about recent gossip from their friends had fallen into a lull. It was silent, until Harry finally said, "They want to track you."

Draco frowned. "Who?"

"The Ministry. The Aurors. Robards said we have to put a tracking spell on you the next time we see you."

Draco's hand stilled where it had been combing through Harry's hair. "Is he getting a warrant?"

Harry snorted. "What do you think?"

Draco scoffed. "Silly of me to ask. Well, what do you think?"

"I think I should do it," Harry said. "Be the one to cast the spell, I mean. If we're going to keep this up, with me on the inside, then I should be the one with the most access to you, right?"

Draco resumed stroking Harry's head. "Agreed."

They were both silent for a few more moments until Harry spoke again. "We should talk about the way this all ends," he said. "We can't keep this up forever."

Draco nodded. "I know love. I promise we'll figure it out."

Harry glanced up at him. "Together, right?"

"Yes, Harry, together," Draco said with a small smile. "Always."

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aurumacadicus · 1 year

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Been seeing that post about social anxiety going around and didn’t wanna derail it with my feelings so as someone whose social anxiety kept me in the house for a year and a half (I failed those years of school 🙃) and crippled me socially for a decade after: Do the work to get better or shut up.

I am now at the point in my life where if things don’t go well outside of my house, I don’t come home and cry about it for days, and I don’t attribute that to medication or therapy. I attribute that to joining a knitting club at the age of twenty. My mom dropped me off and promised to pick me up when it was over but no sooner, so I’d have to stay the whole time (barring emergencies of course). It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done. I went into the bathroom halfway through and puked because I was so scared it made me physically ill. But you know what else happened?

I also had fun for the first time in years. I listened most of the time, but I was included enough that I could ease in at my own pace. It made me brave enough to go to the next one. And the next. Until I was a regular. And those other people became my friends. I learned social cues by watching. Applied them to myself. Learned to laugh when my mental script didn’t go the way I wanted to instead of fold myself away in shame. Nothing bad happened to me.

The only thing I didn’t like about it was that it made me realize I could have gotten better if I’d done it earlier, too. It made me wish I’d tried out for a team sport in school, or joined a club, or signed up for theater in the tech crew.

Now you can say to yourself “it won’t work for me” all you want. And you can stay isolated all you like. But don’t fucking get on someone else’s post saying “do the work” and act the clown. We’re telling you it works. If you’re too scared we might be right, that’s your problem.

#delete later

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insanityofvaas · 8 months

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2 in 1 uquizzes

Thank you @hotmessteaparty for thinking of me, sending you much love! ❤️

And sorry to everyone that it takes me an age sometimes to get tag games, asks and everything else done. I love you all, but I'm a mess more often than not, let's be real.

I'll be doing both quizzes with my OC Eduardo.

He still needs a bunch of work and quizzes might be a good way to flesh out more details about him. Or just fun. Both good things!

What is your OCs true role in the story?

the antihero ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

I don't really think he's an edge lord or anything like that. There are definitely things in there that suit him, for sure, so I'm okay with that result!

The "Oh" quiz

the kiss you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

Okay, another result I'm fine with because, again, there are some decent truths in there that I can see fitting him! Mind you, a lot of him not liking to get too close with people romantically is because he's a slut, lol, and the idea of tying himself down to a single person kind of freaks him out. He's still young and wants to have fun!

And there you have it! So, I'll be tagging, with zero pressure: @chocopinda (when you're back, I miss you! <3) @jasonsnowwhitebrody @themadknightuniverse @kidkubrick @ignaciosalamanca @ignaurcio @jacobseedsmalewife @so-cal-douchebag @stacispratt @chaosgoodvibes and anyone else that wants to do it because my attention span is dying.

#tag games #thank you for tagging me ❤️#❤️❤️❤️

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foxymoxynoona · 9 months

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Happy 3rd Aniversary, Foxy!

I hope that you are feeling good and having a lovely day. That feels slightly weird to say when ARMY is sad over Yoongi's enlistment, but he said future's gonna be okay and it will be.

I am hoping that is the same for you! You've begun posting again, so I'm hoping that means you're feeling better from your surgery. I know there's probably still so much you still have to get through and also process from the last few months, too, so I am wishing you well.

Please know I feel so lucky and grateful to be in your community and to have stumbled across your stories during a time when I was on the struggle bus. I'm so glad you posted that first time 3 years ago, and that led to this cool group of people and a brilliant author and person!

How are you feeling on your anniversary? 💜

🎉

You remembered my anniversary??? 😭😭😭

Three years ago today I took what felt like a crazy, brave, vulnerable step and started posting my writing on ao3 after not having posted anything online in a decade. And it has brougth me SO much joy and new friendships and so many hours of wonderful conversation with wonderful people. I'm so grateful for everyone who's interacted with my stories or left a comment or even just carried my stories away in their hearts silently. The writer/reader relationship is such a beautiful example of human connection, I really love it. And of ourse I have a special place in my heart for those of you who I've gotten to talk repeatedly with over time. I can't thank any of you enough for being so supportive and encouraging of my works and of me during this hardest 9 months of my life 💜💜💜

I'm doing better every week! I got my blood labwork done again and my blood is close to normal without any recent infusions or transfusions! I'm being able to eat better, getting fewer migraines, I'm sure my nutrition is improving. I'm still sore as hell but there haven't been any new complications recently so I'm feeling pretty good and grateful :)

I know the Yoongi enlistment is sad news for a Monday but the sooner he goes, the sooner he'll be back. The whole things sucks but it's all steps towards them being free again and they'll do ok and they know we care and will miss them. I can say from personal experience even just with this group, that means a lot and can carry you a very long way 🥰

So I hope your week gets better than this Monday morning news. And I hope I continue to amuse and entertain for many more stories to come. Thank you for all your support 🎉

#🎉anon #asks #personal

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warblercore · 6 months

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🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

And a new one:

Why did you begin to draw klaine/glee, what did you think, feel and wanted then?

first time I'm being brave enough to play an ask game yayyy!!

🖍 I think I've pretty much liked drawing since I was a pretty young child to be honest? the first time I remember being really proud of something I drew though was when I drew a really cool looking dragon when I was nine and I took it into school to show my teacher lol

🐻 basically just whichever character I'm enjoying at the moment!! I definitely draw to destress so if my brain has a silly fun idea, those are the ones that make me the most happy and definitely bring me the most comfort <3 see for example; every time a muppet appears in my art haha

🦋 oooo interesting!!! I really don't know, I'd have to get someone else to compare! I'd say that, because I learned to draw portraits by studying photos of myself for school (we had to take our own ref photos) certain features definitely slip in haha. I definitely give characters my chin during sketching and have to change it so it actually looks like them

bonus: I started drawing glee fanart when I was 16!! this was the klaine/brittana drawing lol; there were probably more sketchy doodles over the years that are unfortunately lost because they didn't get put in folders or they're stuck on my old broken ipad. I was watching the show from the start all the way through for the first time and my brain was unlocking a new obsession so I guess I just wanted to be able to capture the characters well and find a way to express how excited I was about finding this new love!!! I posted it to tumblr and didn't expect it to get much attention because people assume nobody really cares about glee anymore, but it got some nice comments and I was very happy :) of course, I didn't properly get involved with glee art tumblr until this year and I wish I'd done it sooner!!!

I always give super long answers to things so I hope these aren't too much 😭💕

#ask game #asks #thank youuu!!!!

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