#idk. i feel bad n alone n taken advantage off

[spikystar]

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i feel like I'm being an asshole but two very important people in my life are being shitty to me rn and maybe i deserve little an attitude sometimes

#mari shut up #I don't feel it's necessarily either of their faults but the coincidence feels so bad #one of them straight up ignored me n left n suddenly is contacting me only for info that u can easily find in google #and the other demanded n rushed me to complete smth i offered as a favor to them n is now saying how disappointed they are w the result #and i just #idk. i feel bad n alone n taken advantage off #which is not rlly correct bc i know they both love me #one of them is really stressed out bc they are trying to make sense of a situation they never have been in before #n they trust me to point them in the right direction #and the other hasnt really understood how much effort i have to put into the favors for them #but i know that if i expressed the stress that it gives me they would must likely back off n understand #but im tired n sad n dont wanna think n consider those things rn i just wanna be pissed #im not even being that much of an asshole im just leaving their messages on read bc im passive agressive like that #sighs i will talk to them tomorrow today is for sulking n maybe drawing idk #not-queued

[sluttbuttsstuff]

For the prompts, 49 with doppio? >:3 Idk what it is about him I just look at him and think “oh you’re NEEDY needy, huh?”. Thank you so much, you’re a really good writer! :)

No problem buddy, thanks for the request! >:3

Warnings: not sfw, dubcon/noncon, abduction, dark themes, yandere, etc.

Also, my requests are still open, if anyone else is interested!

Enjoy!

Yandere prompt with Doppio, “You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” afab reader, dub/non con

All you wanted to do now was go home. You had had a long week at work, your parents were nagging you again, and to make things worse you had a headache that would not go away. After an exhausting day that began before the sun was out, and ended after the sun had set, you certainly deserved to do nothing more than go home, eat some junk food in your comfy pjs, listen to a podcast while you took a bath and pampered yourself, and maybe jerk off before bed. Unfortunately, you had a “girls night” tonight.

Your friends (your IRL friends at least) complained that you never went out with them anymore (nevermind that whenever you suggested doing something with them, or wanted to chat or text on the phone they were busy) and had forced you to go clubbing with them to celebrate the three-day weekend ahead. You weren’t much of a drinker, and really weren’t much of a dancer, so you had been given the purses to hold while you waited for them to be ready to go home.

You wrinkled your nose in frustration, glaring into the blurry screen of your phone looking at the late time: this was unfair. You were a hard worker, kind to a fault to those around you, and you deserved better than this. Sitting in a corner of a crowded club, everyone in the place having a great time except for you, tired and alone. At least in your apartment, you chose to be there, and at least no one actively ignored you: places like this just pointed out the flaws you hated about yourself more: you were bad with people, and easy to ignore.

Once one of your “friends” stumbled over to the group’s table, you left them with everyone's purse, mumbling you were going to the bathroom (you didn’t know if she heard you and you didn’t care) and left before anyone could stop you. You stumbled your way to the restroom in heels way too high for you to walk in, trying to clean yourself up and find a quiet place to text your goodbyes so your friends wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Leaning over the sink counter, you wiped a makeup smear off the corner of your lips, noticing a second too late someone behind you.

“Hey, there’s another sink-” You began to say to the blurred figure way too close to you, before a sudden eruption of pain hit the side of your head, and you were out in a flash…

The next time you regained consciousness was several hours later, but it was still dark when you opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened and where in the world you were. The stale cigarette smell, the unreasonably cold ac, the bedsheets starched so strongly that the sheets felt like plastic- this was definitely a motel. But where, and how long had you been here? As you began to sit up, you heard a surprised, timid voice.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re awake, I was beginning to worry about you! Hold on, don’t move so suddenly, i’ll help you sit up.

Sure enough, as you started moving, your head lit up with painful throbbing that made last night’s headache seem like nothing in comparison. You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes shut, trying not to groan in pain.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” you grunted through your teeth, rubbing your temple as gentle hands helped slowly sit you up propped against cushions.

“Haha, you had a lot of bad luck last night, running into my boss. He was waiting for...an employee in the restroom and thought you were sent after him. He’s a bit paranoid, and he may have...accidentally clobbered you.” The voice apologized, gentle as he handed you what felt like a glass of water.

You forced yourself to open your eyes; it was still dark, but you could tell it wasn’t because of the time of day but rather a lack of light and closed curtains. You looked at..you looked at the person in front of you. Like whoever had attacked you last night, they had long pink hair, braided and side parted. Their eyes were green and wide, and they looked particularly juvenile with a crop top and freckles. They were on the smaller side, perhaps even shorter than you (hard to tell from while on the bed) and their eyes were crinkled in apprehension, like he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

“Erm, don’t worry though, I talked him out of doing anything too..extreme, after all I'm his right hand man! Besides, you seem like a perfectly nice person, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. Sorry, I'm rambling! Umm, do you want something for your headache? You were groaning in your sleep, I'm sure it doesn’t feel so good right now-” He went on and on, pulling out some painkillers to take with your water.

After thanking him, you were about to swallow the pill before pausing, looking at the strange man who’d taken you to a remote hotel after his boss had nearly killed you. Sensing your suspicion, doppio exclaimed, “Oh, don’t worry, they’re safe, name brand painkillers! Um, hold on, lemme just-” And he made a show of popping some of the pills you were holding into his mouth and swallowing, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth to show you he’d ingested it.

Satisfied, and more importantly in a lot of pain, you took some of the pills yourself, much to the relief of the pink haired man.

“Oh good, thank you for doing that! I was so worried watching you asleep, you’ll feel much better now! By the way, my name’s Doppio, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Oh! And I know your name’s y/n because you had your purse and ID on you! Haha, sorry for going through your purse, I was just hoping to find any info on you that might be, you know, important.” he sat on the bed, scooching closer and closer to you.

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say, and the watchful eyes of Doppio doing nothing to make you feel better.

“Well, um, thank you, Doppio. I appreciate you, um, saving me? Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll just, um-” You try to get up to leave, only for Doppio to place a hand over your leg.

“Don’t go! What, I mean, what if you hurt yourself? You probably have a concussion, and also you haven’t had breakfast? We could eat together and-” Doppio stammered, grabbing your hand and stroking it with his sweaty, cold fingers.

You had to stop him, before things got out of hand.

“Thank you, Doppio, it really was very sweet of you to take such good care of me, but I-”

“Please! You don’t understand, I mean-” Doppio fumbled with his words, clearly trying to make you stay at all costs.

“Doppio, i can’t stay here forever, i need to go home. My friends are probably worried about me by now.” You tried to press on, you didn’t want to upset the man with a powerful boss, but you felt increasingly claustrophobic with Doppio pawing at you.

“You mean those mean girls who left you with their purses all night? Why would you care about what they-” Doppio covered his mouth with both hands quickly, realizing what he just said.

Your blood ran ice cold; how did he know so much about them? Had he been watching you before the “incident”

Using his moment of weakness, you got up from the bed and tried to reach the door; it was time for you to go home, if not call the cops.

Doppio yelped, Throwing himself in front of the door before you could make your escape.

“Please, don’t be scared y/n! I didn’t mean to upset you, I only meant that I can treat you much better than your friends can. I mean, look at how good I've been for you so far?? I didn’t make you dance with me at the club, even though I really wanted to. I didn’t just have my fun against your will in the bathroom stall like the boss told me to do.I saved you from a concussion, or worse! I got you your own hotel room for the night, and didn’t take advantage of you or touch you while you were asleep! I want our first time to be special, after all! Isn’t that what you want?” Doppio pleaded, eyes wild as he tried to smile, trying to calm you.

You were anything but calm however, this guy was clearly obsessed with you, and had been for longer than just one night. Even if at first he had merely seemed like a pathetic “nice guy” you no longer had any pity or time to give him.

“Doppio, get away from the door and let me leave, now.” you demanded in your best authoritative voice. Doppio whimpered, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all, you were supposed to love him!

“You can’t! Boss and I won’t let you!” He cried, covering the door with his body. With no other choice, you slid out of your shoes and charged at him full speed. You managed to give him a good blow on the head, and threw him out of the way of the door. He cried, crumpled on the ground. If not for the fact that he had kidnapped you, you might have felt bad for hurting him like this, but you had to think of yourself at this moment.

As you finally unlock and pull open the door, heading towards freedom, you hear the strangest noise behind you.

“RingRingRingRingRing!” Doppio calls after you, in an unnatural, high pitched tone. You try to ignore it, you literally don’t have time for this, but with strength he had not previously displayed, Doppio grabs one of your arms, twisting it behind your back and up to his ear, holding it like a telephone.

There’s a trickle of blood, and one of his eyes is rolled back in its socket, but he calmly says, “Hello, this is Doppio,” Into your hand, as if he was having a normal conversation on the phone.

You scream out, doubled over by the pain in your arm, Doppio silent as he “listens” to his “Phonecall” oblivious to your suffering. Where did all this power come from? He was acting like an entirely different person, and frankly scaring you. Doppio nodded, pulling your hand closer into his ear and intently listening to nothing but air before “Hanging up and pulling you back into the motel room.

He threw you on the bed ( his arms felt much stronger, and more muscular for some reason) before crawling on top of you and pinning you down. You were too stunned, and frankly too scared, to come up with any means of escape, just weakly struggling to throw him off of you to no avail.

“Doppio, please-” You whispered, eyes blurry with tears.

“I talked to the boss, and he helped me figure out what to do. He wants our relationship to succeed after all!” Doppio exclaimed, additude reverted to how he’d first spoken to you. You were confused, you’d neither seen nor heard anyone in or around the room, who was he talking to and how?

“Boss told me that people like you need some discipline in order to be obedient, or you’ll walk all over me. If I can do that, then I can make you love me, and we’ll be happy together, isn’t that what you want?” Doppio told you, stroking your cheek.

“This is not okay, Doppio!” you yell, thrashing against both arms, “Let me go or i’ll-”

...

Wait a minute, both arms?

Then how was he…?

You look over to one side in shock, only to see a floating metallic and red arm holding you down, one on either side. You screamed, overwhelmed by a stalker and strange supernatural forces you couldn’t understand.

“Oh, you can see King Crimson's arms? Interesting, perhaps because of your near death experience with Boss, you can see stands now? Although, it would be bad if you developed a stand, what to do?...” Doppio pondered to himself, speaking apparent babble.

You cried, trying to wake up from this obvious nightmare with no luck.

“Awww, hey y/n, it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you! Not if you be good for me and Boss.” Doppio cooed, kissing your cheeks and forehead. “I talked boss into keeping you with us- you’re always so lonely at home, and never have a good time with others, right? You don’t have to lie anymore, I've been watching you for a while. Nobody else seems to, though, they’re too self-absorbed and stupid to realize how incredible you are!” He continued, oblivious to his words not helping, but hurting you.

“You’re perfect for me and boss, we can take really good care of you. Forget this lousy motel, we have mansions and villas all over Italy that we can take holidays to. We have billions of Lira from work, you’ll never have to lift another finger and we’ll pamper you to death. And best of all? You’ll never have to see your awful friends or family again! Isn’t it awful how they treat you? We can get rid of them, so they can’t hurt you!” He finishes, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring unblinkingly into yours.

This guy was sick, there was no other word to it. You might have had issues with your family, and yeah your friends could be assholes sometimes, but you didn’t want them killed! What good would that do you, or anyone for that matter?!

Doppio seemed to read your thoughts, “Look, I know it's a lot to take in at once, but trust me. Boss and I have planned this out for a while now, and we’re always going to do what’s best for us, ok? So don’t worry so much, and please stop struggling? Boss warned me if you got too unruly he’d take over and finish what he started last night.

A wave of nausea slithered through you as you remembered, thinking how close you were to dying. You gave up, lying limp on the bed, praying for this to end.

Doppio smiled again, this one almost seeming genuine, and gave you the softest kiss to your lips. It was childish, almost, and he clearly lacked experience, but he gained more confidence from your lack of struggling. With the mysterious hands holding you (stands? King crimson?) his own hands were free to touch you. He started With your cheeks, your face, your hair, your neck, stroking you with feather-light touches, his fingers tracing each curve, digit and flaw like he was trying to memorize it all.

“Finally… I finally get to touch you like this… I’ve been waiting for so long, y/n. Do you know how long I've wanted to hold you?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck, cradling your cheek to his. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to, but Doppio told you anyway.

“I’ve been watching, waiting...for so long. Following you home from work, listening into your calls, finding your online accounts. I’ve known since I first saw you that you were the one for me, and now I get to prove it to you. I get to show you all the things I've been meaning to do to you. You’ll never be lonely again, not with me around. We’ll never be lonely~”

He giggled the last part, giddy with excitement, as he slid his fingers down your ribcage, your sides, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. You wriggled, trying to fight him off again, only to your dismay Doppio giggled even harder at your reactions-perhaps because he knew you could never overpower him.

“Ohhh~ still so shy? Don’t be so uptight, y/n, you need to live a little! I know how much you want this; you complain about it all the time on your personal blog-” You could feel the blush on your cheeks heating up your face, desperate to make him shut up, “ How you want someone to have their way with you, to make you forget everything else in life. You’re desperate for someone to truly cherish and understand you; mentally and physically. You want me to love you? You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” Doppio rambled on and on, ripping your shirt off with strength he hadn’t had before.

You yelped, goosebumps forming on your skin as Doppio cackled, rubbing his face on your stomach, and into your cleavage poking out from your bra.

“Yes, let go for me! Show me every emotion, everything you’ve been holding back from me for so long- i need it, I demand it!” He snarled, splitting your nicest bra in half, and biting down on your neck, hard.

You screamed, legs kicking uselessly as the pain blurred your mind and you were operating purely on instinct. Doppio didn’t seem bothered in the least by it, you could still feel his laughter against your sore neck, as he sucked down on it, trying to bruise and mark you. His hands couldn’t help but find their way to your breasts, toying with them and squeezing them with admittedly little expertise. But he was a quick learner, making note of each little gasp and twitch according to how he touched you, and improving his technique from there. He twisted your nipples a bit roughly, already hard from the chilly air and sensitive to touch- you couldn’t help but moan a little in satisfaction. It had been awhile.

Doppio’s moans echoed yours, as he kissed his way down the crevice of your breasts, and licked each nipple in turn. You squirmed, not in fear or anger but pleasure, angry at yourself for letting this strange man win your body over so easily. Doppio kept his eyes on you at all times, studying your face to see how you felt. He’d had to watch you for so long from so far away, alone in your bedroom, or so you thought… it was time to use the knowledge he’d gained to make your body crazy for him.

You jumped at Doppio’s hands, cupping your groin through your pants, trying not to buck into his hands . It was getting harder and harder to deny him, though, why couldn’t you just-?

Doppio pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties with it. He groaned audibly at the sight- your pussy was so wet and dripping, there was still a trail connected to your underwear.

“No, don’t-” You cried, snapping your legs shut, visibly scared at what was taking place again. Doppio was losing patience, crouching down and prying your legs open,

“Stop fighting me, y/n, you clearly want this!” He cried, eye twitching in annoyance. He managed to open your legs again, and buried his face into your pussy. He moaned, licking up a wet stripe against your labia, warm and puffy and so wet for him- he knew you would be, he knew you loved him.

Tears streaked down the sides of your face, this was so much and so intense. Your thighs clamped down on Doppio’s cheeks and neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. Not hard enough, apparently, as he just started giggling again through a full mouth and busy tongue “Ssho good, y/n, why have you been hiding thissh from mee~?” he moaned, tongue circling your clit. You flung your head back into the pillow, gripping the mysterious hands that held you for any source of strength or comfort.

Watching you whimper so pitifully with his head between your legs, obviously blissed out after being so needy and alone for so long, just did things to doppio. He loved the pained, fucked out expression on your face- you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as he snuck one, two fingers into your aching pussy. You whimpered so cutely, and it was all for him and him alone. Finally~

“Y/n, please, i can only hold back for so long, let me make sure it’s not painful… be good for me, please?” Doppio begged, grinding his hips into the mattress before he could help himself. Begrudgingly, you moved your thighs back just enough for Doppio to push them away, when he got a wonderful idea. King crimson, or what Boss had lent him of his stand to use, sensed his thought, and grabbed both your hands in one arm. Doppio pushed your thighs back and up, effectively bending your knees into your chest and displaying your pussy in such a beautiful way. You cried out, surprised by the sudden movements and embarrassed by how exposed you were, but there was nothing you could do about it. Doppio was just too strong.

The other free hand floated down, spreading your lips apart to give Doppio a nice view before pummeling two of his thick, strong fingers inside of you. You screamed, crying as the fingers curled directly into your sweet spot, massaging with robotic-like precision and speed. The sounds you were making were wet, animalistic, and you were quickly brought close to the brink.

“Perfect, y/n! Just like that, let yourself go! It makes me happy to see a side of yourself you never show anyone else- and you never will to anyone but me! Remember, I'm the one making you feel this good, right y/n? You couldn’t possibly find anything half as wonderful from anyone else but me! Me, got it?!” Doppio exclaimed, his voice cracking and becoming much darker, scarier. For a second, you could swear he looked like a different person entirely, wild, angry and dangerous- but you blinked and Doppio was just as before.

Doppio licked his lips, sweating and anxious, this was good enough to make you love him, right? This was what he had to do to make you happy? Boss’s words from before appeared in his head though, and he remembered how Boss had always been right before. Doppio trusted him, and was determined to win you over. Doppio let go of one of your legs-you seemed adequately distracted and restrained to get away from him- and unzipped his fly. In truth, he would’ve preferred to get all the way naked with you for the first time, so you could see and feel the real him as well, but clearly the two of you were too desperate and impatient for him to get fully naked. This time.

You whimpered at the sound of a zipper, feeling the fingers pull out of you. You heard the crinkle of a wrapped, and the muffled groan as Doppio probably rolled a condom onto himself, but you were too afraid to look. The strong floating hand, still wet with your juices, gripped your cheek and forced you to look at Doppio, staring you down with much more restraint and calm than he had been. Doppio kissed your cheek, then your lip, and pushed his warm cock achingly slowly, gently, into your waiting pussy.

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, grabbing at the hands that held you, thrusting yourself onto Doppio’s hard and hot cock. He bit his lip, feeling you twitch and squeeze around him; he was trying so hard to be gentle for you, why were you still making things so difficult. He chuckled to himself, and motioned for King Crimson to let you go; finally you were beginning to relax and enjoy yourself, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Doppio, holding him close to you. Your mind was a mess, your body even messier, you didn’t know what to think or do about your abducter/rapist fucking you so tenderly, and you were tired of fighting. So you let him fuck you, slowly and gently and way way emotionally. Doppio wiped away new tears you hadn’t realized were there, shushing you, “It’s okay, my sweet y/n. Just relax and let me do the work. Don’t fight it any more, just let go.” He whispered, pressing kisses into your lips and cheeks far too sweetly.

So you did, you relaxed and sank into the mattress, pulling Doppio down with you. He let go of your thighs, and held you tightly to him as he fucked-no, made love to you. He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and whispering words of admiration to you about your body, or how much he adored you. You took it all limply, the fight having gone out of you and desperate for comfort. The floating arms, which you had forgotten about, reappeared and stimulated your nipples and clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Doppio sped up as well, he knew this would have to end, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. This was your first time together, after all. He wanted to make it special. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer into you. You could feel the spongy head of his dick rub your inside so sweetly, you were starting to get addicted to the feeling. Doppio buried his head into your neck, mumbling nonsense as he pushed in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as his restraint gave way to passion.

“Y/n I- I don’t know how much longer I can last, but-” He kissed you, as the stroking of your clit sped up. You groaned loudly, you were so close, “Just a bit longer, please~” You begged, biting your lip. Doppio took a deep breath, steeling himself as he was determined to make you come first. He pounded into you, urging you closer and closer, four sets of hands circling your body and drawing out noises and gasps from you out of your control.

“Almost there, please, almost~!!!” You cried, throwing your head back with a final sigh as you came hard and fast, your core heating up and washing over you as Doppio helped you ride it out with clit rubs. Your walls fluttering around him, the face that you made as you came from him, for him, it was too much and he quickly filled his condom inside of you, moaning even louder than you had as he thrust without abandon into your wonderful, most precious place. He didn’t want to stop, thrusting almost to the point of overstimulation, before he had to stop, and collapsed on top of you. He cooed and kissed his praises and thanks into your shoulder and skin, before he noticed the soft sound of you snoring. Poor thing, he chuckled to himself, you’d really worked yourself up.

He reluctantly pulled out, after indulging in 5 minutes of cuddling your sleeping body and listening to your heartbeat. Doppio cleaned the two of you off, and tucked you into the covers of the motel- now would be a good time to set up moving you into your new home. After all, The whole reason you were in the motel is because the moving company Boss had hired to move your things into the main base would take several hours to complete their job, and Boss didn’t want anyone seeing you or Doppio at home. Doppio ruffled your hair as you slept, pulling out his cellphone to check in with Boss and give him the full update he’d requested.

Tonight was going to be very busy.

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :( 

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man’s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what        you heard jewelry or something      and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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[obsessivelycapricious]

18+ Jason Todd x fem!reader fic ramble.

Hey, so this is a idea i've had in my head for a while, but it won't leave me alone. I've kinda written the first part of it already? But idk if I'll finish it. I haven't worked out the ending yet either but a couple of lovely people were interested in hearing it so here goes! Thanks for the support! I'll tag you all separately.

Warnings: excessive torture, manipulation, gaslighting, rape, violence. kidnapping, interrogation, Stockholm syndrome, abuse. I dont specifically mention how old the characters are, but B-Man likes to pick them young so use your imagination to age them up a bit if you like. It's dark folks, and a super slow burn, though it might not be so bad written in brief here, but if those bother you it might not be a good idea to read it. (its hidden under the cut - PS it got super long - 2.5k words.)

You are Robin. Or, you were at least.

Batman picked you up out of crime alley, gave you a home and a purpose and trained you up to be one of the best deterrents to the crime in Gotham. You lived in the manor, and thought of Bruce and Alfred (even Dick) as your family. It's awesome and you love it!

Almost two years after donning the cape, something goes wrong. You get split up from Batman and taken by Jokers men. That night is the last night you see the sky for years.

Over the next three years, you are systematically abused, manipulated, gaslighted and tortured until you are a shell of your former self. Conditioned to obey his every whim, you micro dose of the small crumbs of affection Joker has to offer you. He gives you test after test, pushing you to your limit always in new and horrific ways. You don't hesitate when he asks you to shoot someone in the head or to beat someone to death. The consequences of fighting against him aren't worth it, you have learned that the hard way. He even doesn't always lock the door behind him and yet you don't try to escape.

You hate batman with a passion now, you regret ever having met the man, he has ruined your life and it's his fault that you are where you are now. He abandoned you. Used you for his games and then replaced you like you were nothing to him. It broke your heart when Joker showed you the footage of another Robin running along the rooftops. Your replacement. Heartbreak boiled over to fury and rage.

He passes you around his acquaintances, particularly Johnathan Crane who is eager to test his new strain of fear gas out. Under the gas you see the Bat sacrificing you again and again to get what he wants. If Scarecrow takes advantage of you while he has you in a vulnerable state, no one cares enough to stop him. He wants to know who the Bat is, but you know that telling him will put Alfred in danger and you'll do anything to avoid that

(Thankfully the joker doesn't want to know who the bat is, you're not sure you could defy him like that anymore.)

Then one day, a body gets thrown into the small cell you are kept in when joker doesn't want to play. Its a Robin. You panic, fear and anger confusing you while joker laughs in your face. You know it's another test but you can't figure out what the rules are.

This is where the fic starts. It's about Jason Todd's slow descent from a vibrant punk who loves being Robin to the dejected, abused shell of a boy who hates the caped crusader and will do anything Joker tells him. You know it'll happen, because that's what happened to you.

Only, Joker never does the same thing twice. Even if it works. You don't want to get attached to the boy, but birds of a feather and all that jazz.

Highlights (or lowlights) include:

Having to share a small confined cell with Jason.

Arguing about the Joker and escaping

"Don't you want to leave? Crazy bitch."

Finding out that Batman didn't even tell Jason about you:

“Why would he come for you anyway, huh? What makes you so special?” “I’m Robin. We’re partners. We’ve been through all kinds of shit together. We’re like this.” “Pah. You really believe it too, don’t you? Ya poor sap.” “What do you mean?” “Why go to the bother of finding a dumb punk like you when he can just make a new shiny Robin instead?” “He wouldn’t do that.” “He’s already done it. You ain’t the first.” “That Robin moved away, he’s doing his own thing now.” “I wasn’t talking about him. I meant the other one.” “What other one?” “The other one.” “There aren’t any other ones – I’m the only other Robin that there’s ever been.” “You motherfucker!”

Beating the shit out of Jason in a blind rage because he won't stop talking about how Batman will come for him.

“How long have you known Batsy for huh? If you know him so well.” “Nearly three years. How long have you known him huh? Oh that’s right – you don’t” “What? Three – Three years?” “That’s what I said. Look, I know this is scary, but I trust B-Man. He’ll come for me, we’ll kick all these guy’s asses, take Joker back to Arkham and get you out of here too. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.” “B-Man?” “Yeah, Batman.” “Shut up.” “What? Why?” “I don’t want to talk about him anymore so shut up!”

Jason finally figuring out who you are when Joker comes to punish you for denting his new toy.

Joker calling you pet names while manipulates you and you being terrified the Joker is going to replace you too

“Oh. Pumpkin, it’s alright. I thought we agreed we were over this, no? Batsy kicked you to the curb a long time ago. It’s old news! This shiny new toy of ours is your replacement.”. “What? You’re replacing me too?” “No, no no. I’d never dream of doing something so barbaric, Sweetheart. That’s the Bats’ M.O. You’re mine for keeps. I would never be that cruel, would I?”

Jason taking his anger out on you:

“Why do you hate B and not the Joker? He’s the one that’s doing this to you. He shipped you off to Crane and you didn’t even fight back.” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” “No, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re screwed in the head. You’re a joke, you’ve given up. Some Robin you are. A real Robin fights back. You don’t deserve the title.”

Joker making you put your Robin suit back on to fight Jason for his amusement. Jason hesitates in the beginning but kicks your ass every time.

Jason trying to comfort you but being bad at it.

Joker asking your opinion on you what you think will break the boy:

"When he gets replaced. Show him."

Weeks of being beaten then long stretches of being left alone with Jason with no instructions.

Catching Jason staring at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Joker being caught and taken to Arkham so you both get knocked out and transported there too.

Joker ignores you the entire time he's there as he's being watched to closely, the separation sets you off into a panic when you think about it too much.

Most of Arkham is in on you being kept there. The prisoners who know about it are paid off by being able to play with you - and now Jason too.

Jason thinking in Arkham he would have more chance of being able to escape.

You being subjected to more of Crane's abuse and different types of gas.

Jason being brought back to your cell after being tortured by calendar man and offering him comfort for the first time.

Being cut open and tortured by Zsaz.

Huddling up in the abandoned wing of Arkham for warmth and comfort.

Remembering that you had met before, years ago in the Narrows before Batman took you to be his adopted daughter.

Jason taking care of you while you recover.

Giving Jason advice on how to cope and get through the different villains taking revenge on you.

Jason being hurt and tired and snapping at you, causing an argument where you lash out at him:

"I had to go through this all on my own, dickweed. I didn't have anyone to hold my hand and tell me I wasn't going to die. So fuck you! God forbid I try and help your sorry ass."

Jason being tortured by two-face and seeing Batman and a new Robin visiting Arkham. They don't hear him scream for them to help. It breaks his heart and his will to fight.

You knew it would happen, but seeing it first hand makes your heart break for him. You didn't want to be right. You hate Batman more for what he's done to Jason than what he's done to you.

"I was right there (y/n)! Right there and he didn't even look at me."

Talking about Alfred and how much he means to you both.

Thinking you might actually have feelings for Jason after all.

Being transported back to the compound when Joker finally breaks out of Arkham again only to be in separate cells.

Having major separation anxiety from not being able to tell if Jason is okay.

Joker being jealous of your attachment to Jason and doubling down on his control over you.

He tries to take you outside and you panic so badly you beg him to take you back because you're terrified of what being free will mean.

Joker telling you that you failed his test by getting attached to the boy. He tells you that he's going to kill Jason to teach you a lesson.

Being put back in a cell with Jason to find his face has been branded and he's just so utterly void of any hope or any life.

Sitting next to Jason in the cell with your head on his shoulder.

Jason knowing he's going to die without you having to tell him. His voice is quiet and resigned, almost with a shred of relief when he says:

"He's going to kill me soon, isn't he?" "I'm going to miss you, Jason Todd." "I'm glad I got to know you, (Y/N). I'm sorry I couldn't get us out." "It's okay."

You kissing his cheek as you drift off huddled together for the last time.

Joker forcing you to watch as he beats Jason repeatedly with a crowbar, ignoring your defiant cries and struggles for him to stop.

"Which hurts more Little Red? Hmm? Forehand? Or Backhand? I think (Y/N) would like to know!"

Joker blaming you for having to kill Jason:

"And all because of your silly school girl crush. What a waste. I'm very disappointed in you, Dolly."

Being dragged away screaming from his lifeless body and thrown into the back of a van just in time before the building explodes.

That's the first half. For the second half to the ending, I haven't quite figured out yet. I've got a few ideas, but I can't decide what would fit better, feel free to help me out here.

Batman could find her after all this time, new evidence being uncovered during the explosion and in his grief about finding Jason's body he could question that he never actually found yours. Of course then you'd be homicidal and try to kill him, resulting in you being locked in another cell, this time in the Batcave. You'd get to scream at him about all his failings and what a terrible person he is though so that could be cathartic. Alfred (And Dick a little) manages to talk you back to some kind of sanity but you are forever changed by this. You meet Red Hood at a later date: on your way to find an egg and cheese sandwich when someone pulls a gun on you. Seeing you again jars him out of his own homicidal rage long enough to care about the girl who he couldn't save, giving the BatFam an opening to reason with him some.

-Or-

Joker keeps you hidden away and the Bat still has no idea you even exist. It stays that way for two more years where you eventually become completely numb to everything he or his acquaintances do to you. Joker eventually gets bored at the lack of reaction and in his boredom he gets careless. A new vigilante takes it upon himself to blow up to compound and best all Joker's men, he escapes but the vigilante doesn't chase after him and instead he finds you. You resist his attempts to save you, knowing how angry Joker will be so instead, Red Hood punches you in the face, knocking you out. He carries out into the night and you wake up somewhere new and he tries to help unravel the fuck ton of issues you've got while dealing with his own. He'll probably enlist the BatFam to help once he's done wanting to kill them, unless you can talk him into killing the Bat together, after the Joker dies of course.

-Or-

One day, maybe a year after Jason dies, Joker decides he's bored of you and gives you one last curveball. After more than 6 years of being isolated and abused, you wake up in an alley on the streets of Gotham, alone. Abandoned again. After several panic attacks and not knowing if it was a test and that you should run back to the Joker or going to find Alfred because he's the only person in the world left that you trust, you decide to leave Gotham altogether. You make it out and somehow navigate your way to having an apartment, a job and even a quiet life in Bludhaven, away from the Bat and the Clown and the nightmares. Except that one day, while you're drinking your morning coffee in a café, Dick Grayson sits down opposite you. You're stable enough not to react immediately, and Dick seems to really care that you're alive and well. Turns out that the Bat found out about you and decided to leave you alone this whole time (which only serves to double down on your feelings of abandonment) Only the joker is out of control and they think that you could help them by giving them an insight into how the joker works. They've got a new Vigilante to deal with too so they're stretched pretty thin. You flat out refuse which is when it turns out it really wasn't a request. You are taken back to Gotham and confronted with the BatFam, helping them reluctantly when Red Hood breaks into your new apartment, demanding information. You argue, and it feels too familiar, setting off a panic attack when he ribs you about your complicated relationship with the Joker. Identities are revealed and you work together to take down the Joker.

The epilogue to this saga would be some time after any of those options.

Both you and Jason finally in a healthier place where you can actually acknowledge what has been growing between you two since you were paired together all those years ago. It's not a neat and tidy happily ever after, it's messy and full of arguments, fears and misunderstandings but it's also full of tenderness, softness and love. And the sex is really good too.

-

If you got this far, thanks for reading! Let me know what you think? Come chat to me anytime!

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[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Spoiled Goods (Eomer x Fem!reader)

Word Count: 2181

Warnings: Dark, mentions of sex, bruises, etc. Not a wholesome story that's for sure. I'd rate it PG-13, so please don't read it if it makes you uncomfy, and if you do, well don't say I didn't warn you

Summary: Basically you get used by Wormtongue (Eugh) to keep Eowyn and Eomer safe, and then try and hide it from them. Don't ask how I got such a twisted idea, because IDK

A/N NOT IN THE BOOK OR MOVIES BUT IDC I GOT THE IDEA SO SUCK IT UP

The light shone in my face, piercing through my eyelids. I felt sore all over. And then I heard it. Harsh breathing next to me. Then I remembered what had taken place the night before. What I had sacrificed. But what I had saved. I opened my eyes, and slowly, carefully, got out of the bed. Wormtongue was still asleep thankfully, so I did not have to deal with him at the moment. I picked up my nightgown, putting it on as quietly as possible. Then I grabbed my slippers and slowly opened the door. I heard a bit of stirring, but then the snoring resumed. Once I was in the hallway, I ran as fast as I could, away from that room.

Turning around a corner, I slammed into someone. We both fell to the ground, and when I offered a hand to help the other up, I realized who it was.

"Eowyn, why are you awake this early?" I questioned.

She smiled gently, "I woke up earlier than normal, and I wanted to start some of my work early. Why are you up and walking around in your nightwear? Is everything alright?"

I faked a smile. "Yes Wyn, everything is fine. Well, I will be heading back to my room now!"

I tried to step around her but she blocked me. "Y/n, what is wrong? Your dress is all buttoned wrong, and you aren't even walking from your room. Remember, I know you better than anyone, so stop lying to me."

I faltered. Should I tell her? Should I tell her what I did? Why I did it? No, it would only hurt her. I smiled weakly again. "Wyn, I am fine. Now please let me go to my room." She relented and let me pass her. But she followed me down the hall and into my room. I should have known nothing would stop her from poking in my business. But at the moment, I could care less. I was exhausted, my body hurt, and I just wanted to cry.

We walked into my room and she went straight into the bathroom, where there was already water in the bath, probably meant to be used last night. She dipped her hand in it, testing the temperature.

"Why is there still water in your bath y/n? It was a hot night, so it is at a comfortable temperature. Please do not lie to me. You know how I feel about it." Eowyn said.

I stuttered. "I-I-I don't want to say. You would be disgusted with me. I am already disgusted with myself. "

She countered, "It can't possibly be that bad. You have always been a bit on the dramatic side. Please just tell me."

I could hardly utter the words to myself, much less to her. She would hate me. So I began to unbutton my nightgown. I would not tell her, but I could show her. She gasped when she saw the bruises on my chest, my arms, my thighs. I lowered my head in shame. It looked horrible, to begin with, but it would be even worse when she learned why I had said yes, why I had let him use me.

"What happened?" Eowyn said faintly. She helped me into the bath and then sat next to it, waiting for me to continue.

"W-Wormtongue. He was going to have you and Eomer killed." I was trying to hide the fear, and how mad I was at myself. My eyes began to betray me, welling up slightly.

Eowyn's eyes widened with shock. "That, that horrible!" She could not even finish her sentence, her words distorting with her fury. Her cheeks reddened, clearly enraged. "How dare he even touch you without your permission! I should personally kill him myself! And Eomer helping me! No one is ever allowed to do this to you."

I lowered my eyes, feeling guilt spread through me. "Wyn...he had my permission," I mumbled, not daring to look at her. "But I had to, I could never lose you, or Eomer for that matter."

I heard her shift slightly, her skirts rustling against the floor. "Y/n," she said softly. "I am so sorry that this happened to you. But I do have a question. Why would he have threatened Eomer as well as me? You are not as close, and he has a more fighting chance against him."

I grew even more embarrassed, hardly speaking above a whisper. "Well, originally, it was only you. But last night, I was trying to get my mind off of what he was doing to me, and, well..." I trailed off.

"Well, what?" Eowyn prodded. "Nothing you say will change how I think of you. I don't want to pressure you, and I know talking will help. Please continue."

Still refusing to meet her eyes, I continued. "Wormtongue told me if I was to speak, I was only to say his name. But I got caught in the moment, trying to think of anything else, and said someone else's name instead."

Eowyn sighed in understanding. "So he added Eomer to the list. I see." She put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Y/n, why didn't you say anything before?"

"I was too ashamed to admit that I had submitted myself to that. It was only a one night deal, but I feel horrible and gross. I feel like spoiled goods, that nobody would want," I responded, finally gaining the courage to look back at her.

She smiled reassuringly. "Well, that is certainly a rotten situation to be in, but I wasn't exactly referring to that. I was talking about Eomer. I presume you have feelings for him. How I did not see this before, I do not know."

I looked down again. "Oh, that. Well, I guess so, but I didn't want to say anything, for fear of ruining a good friendship."

She nodded slowly. "Well, I think I will give you some peace, so please, wash up, and get ready for the day." She started walking out of the room before calling back, "Y/n? I do not think a relationship would be ruined if you were to say something."

Before I could respond, she shut the door, letting me be. I decided not to ponder her words, and just relax in the lukewarm water. I closed my eyes to block the sunlight out. What would Eomer think of me if he heard what I did? I am now spoiled goods. No one will want me after this. No one would want a wife who has been with someone else. I hate myself. How could I do this? No, I knew why I did this. It was worth it. Saving their lives was more important. I began to get out of the bath. I had to face the day  eventually.

As I pulled on my undergarments, I began to notice how dark some of the bruises were getting. My hips were the worst. They were covered with black and blue. Even the ones on my arms were becoming more visible. This was not good, not good at all. I pulled on my dress and darted to Eowyn's room, quickly knocking and entering without waiting. Unfortunately, someone else was there with her, hurriedly speaking.

"Eomer," I breathed, "May I speak with your sister? Alone."

He raised an eyebrow, but nodded, beginning to leave the room. But then he stopped short when he saw my arms. He looked at me with alarm in his eyes but continued to walk out the door. I hardly dared to move, or speak, until I heard the door close behind me.

"Eowyn, I need something to cover my arms better than the dress, it is too pale and you can see the bruises underneath. Do you have anything I might be able to borrow?" I spoke hurriedly, trying to get out of there before Eomer could come back. She nodded, understanding my urgency, and reached into her closet, ruffling through some stuff.

"Here this might work," She suggested, handing me a black, knit-shawl. "I know it is a bit warmer, but it is lightweight. Why are you in such a hurry to leave? If it is because of Eomer, which I am guessing it is, just talk to him. Or at least try. He cares about you a lot too."

I shook my head. "No, it was difficult to tell even you, and besides, caring about someone is different than what I feel for him. I need to go start my duties anyways." I curtsied and headed towards the door. I started down the hall, turning a corner and running into Eomer.

"I really need to check around the corners more often," I grumbled. He chuckled softly.

"How are you doing this lovely morn?" Eomer questioned gently.

I responded quickly. "I am doing just fine. Now if I may," I tried to sidestep around him, determined to leave a difficult conversation before it started. But he grabbed my wrists pulling me back and making me wince. He put my hand in his, showcasing the slight bruising on my wrists. Damn, I should have covered those up. He looked back at me, his eyes darkening.

Very quietly, but laced with danger, he said, "Who did this to you?"

I refused to look at him, slowly pulling my hands out of his grasp. He then began pulling the shawl to the side, gasping softly when he saw the bruises on my arm. He ran his fingers over them, slowly, tenderly. Then he took his other hand, lifting my chin, making me look at him. His eyes pierced mine, and again my eyes betrayed me, beginning to tear up a bit. He withdrew his hand quickly, thinking it was his fault.

"No, you are fine," I whispered. "And I-" My voice broke, I could not admit this to him. I could not tell him what I did. He would be disgusted with me.

"Y/n," his voice was deeper and gravelly, "You can trust me with anything."

I tried turning away again, but he stopped me. "Trust me," He pleaded.

I spoke quietly. "Grima was threatening to kill you and Wyn. I begged him not to, but he only had one way, one thing he wanted me to do in order to never hurt you again. I had no choice, but I hate myself because I let him. But now it is over for me. I am only spoiled goods, no one will ever want me as a wife. So there you go, that is why I was up so early, why I am covered in bruises." This time it was Eomer who turned away, his jaw clenching, his hand turning into a fist.

Then he turned back to me, softly cupping my cheek. "I will kill Wormtongue for even touching you, even if you said yes, he still took advantage of you. Y/n, you will never be spoiled goods, not to me." A tear ran down my face, after all the confessing, I was done, done with everything.

But suddenly I became aware of how little space there was between us, how I was backed against a wall, and how heightened my senses were. He brushed the tear away, his hand a bit calloused. He looked into my eyes, and suddenly I realized what he was looking for, what he was silently waiting for. I nodded, and then he pressed his lips against mine, slowly moving them. I reached my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, our bodies pressed together. This was amazing and completely different from what had happened the night before. (This had ya girl turned on af) He moved his hands to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him.

After several glorious minutes, I was the first to pull away but kept my forehead pressed to his. "How long have you felt this way?" I breathed, barely able to contain the joy I felt.

"Many, many years. I was too afraid to say anything."

"Too afraid?" I teased, "Now that is truly surprising."

He laughed, one of my favorite sounds, before pressing a kiss against my forehead. "My dear, please know that you are worth so much, and that, as I said before, you are not spoiled goods. Please, may I have the honor to court you?"

I smiled even wider. "Of course my lord." He picked up my hand, kissing it gently. "I do need you to do something for me," I said, my mood darkening a bit. "No one else must hear of this, for fear that Wormtongue might hear of it. I do not want to know what he might do if he were to hear of it."

Eomer nodded solemnly. "Anything for you, My Lady," he responded.

And so the days passed. Stolen kisses in the dark, going for walks when no one could see, hiding in plain sight. I could still sometimes feel the ghost of hands on me, but that moved on eventually. And soon enough, it was Eomer, only Eomer, and it was pure bliss. Enemies came and went, threats taken down. And I stayed by his side, as he stayed by mine.

#eomer x reader #eomer #lotr #lotr fanfic

[slightlyunconventional]

k/az snz hcs part 2 mostly bc i have ideas right now and i don't wanna forget 🤠

- what if his pre-snz face was the same as his "scheming face"

like how it's described in the books as him "head tilted, eyes slightly unfocused"

and then. in/ej and jes/per are like

"scheming face,"

"defini-" "-ahHk'tSHHu!"

ajdhajdbsbdba OK!!!!!!

- sometimes he'll be giving orders or setting out a plan to the crows or whatever and

if it's a bad allergy day or smth bro idk and he finds himself likely definitely about to have a fit then he'd sort of vaguely signal to in/ej for her to take over while he just sort of backs up to deal with it

however in/ej is quieter and probably less scary than k/az so the crows mostly just sit watching k/az anyway cause it's kinda funny even though he's suffering

- when he's sick he craves reassurance but absolutely hates being taken care of

he will 100% brute force his way through it completely alone

- much more subdued when sick

he'll be less hostile and snappy towards people and only does/says what he needs to

- absolutely definitely 100000% always tries to talk through his buildups especially when he's tryna holdback

prime scenario for this is in soc when he goes to ni/na's place (i forget the name does her place even have a name idk) where all the roses and plants n shit are everywhere

sitting down before ni/na, as soon as he begins talking he's met with a faint buzz in his nose which of course he ignores. rookie mistake. he keeps talking to her, setting out his plans, making deals etc etc, and as he does so the buzz slowly begins to flare up, a warning sign that he tries to disregard.

he can feel it getting worse and worse - minor itch turns to a terrible, tickly burn that even he knows will be hard to keep at bay. it's becoming evident now: every other word punctuated by a short intake of breath, gradually getting less and less controlled as he struggles to fight back against his own reflexes.

ni/na for sure has noticed by now, but is finding it much too amusing to say anything about it, so she just observes, feigning interest in what he's trying to say.

he doesn't know why he's still trying to holdback, after all allergies make it so dreadfully difficult to do so. things would've gone so much better if not for ni/na's choice in decor...

his hand now hovers midway between his lap and his face, involuntarily in order to catch what he's so desperately holding off.

finally, after a solid minute or more of merciless hitches, the fire fades down and so does k/az's guard. yet another rookie mistake. the tickle seems to take advantage of this and instantly spikes up again, giving him no time to even attempt at fighting back, and instead throws him forward with a violent, "-uHK'SHHUuh!"

without even a second's time to catch his breath, another stuttering gasp takes over and he's forced to duck back down into his sleeve for- "hDT'SHHh!" and almost immediately afterwards, a softer "huh'iSHh!"

this carries on for a while, and once he's finally done he cautiously lifts his head from his arm, nose and cheeks so red they're almost glowing, eyes glimmering with irritated tears. he averts his still-hazy eyes, sniffling thickly and occasionally rubbing at his nose with a gloved fist.

ni/na snorts. "flowers certainly getting to you, aren't they?" he hates her teasing tone but he doesn't dare speak, not until he's safely out of this place.

after not receiving a reply, ni/na sighs and accepts his request, saying how he should probably be out of here and hope i forget what just happened.

!!!! that was fun to write wait. i wanna write more stuff ok i will write more stuff soon

- when he has fits it's never rapid ones as much as i enjoy that

it's usually fairly drawn out, staggered breaths and gasps in between, and will last anywhere from five to ups of twenty sneezes

- he really tries not to get any rest while he's sick because he knows if he falls asleep he'll be out. cold.

completely knocked out probably couldn't be woken up by an earthquake

and though such sleep would definitely make him feel better, his hatred for the vulnerability of being unconscious for a day or more heavily outweighs this

- sleepy snzs when sick

just soft and drowsy, barely covered, half-stifled sneezes

well LOL that's all i have rn. ok no it's not but it's 4am and i have places to be later so that's all for now

ill definitely write like. a full fic of this man pretty soon i promise

#k talks snz #snz #snz kink #snzblr #si/x of cr/ows

[tooweirdforyou]

Sanji With A Genuine Loving S/O - HCs

A/N : Sanji, in my opinion, doesn’t get enough love. I know he’s pretty popular in the fandom and community and such, but idk, it’s different to me, and he’s so special. 💙

This also might not make much sense or be completely out of character or different character for Sanji, but this is how I feel about him and I’m sticking with it because I like it so…

Summary : Sanji, with a significant other who genuinely loves him for him, who actually wants him to be loved and happy.

Having Sanji has a s/o has its special sweet moments but also it’s not so great moments.

Sure, his flirtatious comments towards the other women could be a bit too much and may cause a bit of jealousy to stir within you, but you didn’t hate him for that.

Of course you couldn’t, that’s just who Sanji is. He was raised to love and respect women, and being the chivalrous gentleman he is, he’s doing exactly that. And you loved him for it.

What you didn’t love, was others’ bad reactions and comments about it and vile women taking an advantage of it.

“What a pervert.. why does he keep staring at us like that?”

“Weirdo, what a pathetic love-sick loser.”

“What a fool, falling right into my trap. He’s wrapped right around my finger.”

Despite their comments, Sanji didn’t seem to mind and only became more in love and affectionate at the attention. Unknown to you, every word did affect him but because he respected women so much, he didn’t mind for it. But it always did stick in the back of his mind.

Having had enough, one day, you finally snapped and spoke up about it, standing up for him.

“He’s hopelessly blinded by all this fake love, he’s such a dumbass.”

“Sanji’s not a dumbass, and I’d appreciate if you would quit making fun of him and using him for your own benefit. Sanji deserves the world for how respectful and kind he treats women, so back off. He doesn’t need such negativity and assholes in his life.”

The women would be stunned and speechless as you pull Sanji away, who was just staring at you with wide-eyes as you pull him to a secluded area to talk.

Once you two are alone, you would be silent before speaking up to apologize, only to be interrupted.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about my feelings.”

Sanji wasn’t completely blind. He knew how you felt to the rude comments and reactions he received, and he was observant enough to know he was often being played, yet he still respected women.

“All the women in the world can hate on me, be in disgust or use me for whatever they want. I will always respect and love them with all my heart.” As he said this, he’d pull out a cigarette, lighting it up to smoke. A sad smile would be placed upon his lips.

“But you don’t deserve that. You deserve the world, someone who would love you and never think of you in any sort of cruel, harsh, negative way. Someone who cares about your feelings when someone says something rude. Someone who loves you with all their heart, just as much as you love them. I don’t want you to be okay with all those mean things happening to you. I want you to be loved, happy, and to be with someone who truly wants you to smile and be yourself.”

Sanji would definitely be taken back, feeling his heart clench and his heartbeat quicken its pace as his cheeks warms up a bit.

This is the moment he realizes, that he’s completely in love with you.

Sanji would close his eyes, a sincere, soft and warm smile caressing his face as he then opens his eyes to stare into yours.

Reaching for your hands and bringing it up to his lips to kiss, he then moved them to cup your face to bring closer to his own.

“Thank you, [Name]… For loving and caring about me.”

A/N : I’m aware how cringey bad OOC and different this is. Hopefully, you still liked it. :)

#one piece x reader #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #op x reader #x reader #tooweirdforyou

[aphrodisians]

◜     choi  yerim  ,  ciswoman  ,  twenty .     ◞     ┈     through     her     all     -     seeing     crystal     ball,     [     𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳     ]     has     her     winking     eye     trained     on     hestia     jones.     the     ever - enigmatic     fifth     year     is     infamous     for     her     righteous     ways,     but     something     new     seems     to     be     weighing     our     resident     au     courant     down.     a     rumor     is     spreading     through     these     ancient     halls     like     fiendfyre,     &     even     their     erudite     face     can't     save     them     from     the     flames.     she     can     try     to     drown     out     their     sorrows     to     the     tune     of     goddess,     but     xana     can't     fix     everything     ⏤     much     less     something     as     grim     as     [     𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳     ].     but     ten     points     to     ravenclaw     for     trying.

hey  besties <3  i’m  cc  &  i’m  super  excited  2  be  here!  i’m  writing  your  local  hater,  hestia  jones,  who  i’ve  actually  never  written  before  but  i’m  really  excited  for  her.  anywhomstdve,  i’d  love  to  plot  w  all  of  you  &  i’m  ecstatic  for  this!

⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.⠀ ⠀

an  accidental  crack  of  a  book  spine  that  echoes  throughout  an  otherwise  silent  library,  never  letting  anything  pass  you  by  –  never  letting  yourself  be  unaware,  unwelcome  surprises  that  you  greet  with  flushed  cheeks  and  clenched  fists,  a  collection  of  skirts  stolen  from  a  mother  that  has  seemed  to  have  forgotten  you,  bruises  forming  next  to  the  scrapes  on  almost - broken  knees,  passing  tears  off  as  just  ‘my  eyes  are  sweating’  &  heavy,  heavy,  bags  underneath  eyes  that  just  never  seem  to  sleep.

⠀ ﹟𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲

birth  name.    jeong  hyun - ae nickname(s)  /  alias(es).    hestia  jones. preferred  name.    hestia  jones,  only  hyun - ae  to  family  +  very  close  friends age  +  dob.    twenty  +  dec.  23 hometown.    belfast,  ireland blood  status.    half  -  blood house.    ravenclaw activities.    fifth  year  prefect,  ravenclaw  chaser,  chess  +  duelling label.    au  courant  –    aware  of  what  is  going  on;  well  informed ethnicity.    korean nationality.    irish gender.    cis  woman pronouns.    she  +  her face  claim.    choi  yerim

⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝.⠀ ⠀

height.    five  feet,  seven  inches  /  170cm tattoos.    none piercings.    earlobes  only scars.    a  two  cm  line  that  lays  horizontally  above  her  left  eyebrow  from  falling  off  her  broomstick  during  her  third  year  at  hogwarts hair.    never  dyed,  meticulously  taken  care  of  but  rarely  styled.  naturally  falls  straight  and  is  often  left  down eyes.    round  and  dark,  accompanied  often  by  dark  bags  underneath  and  an  absence  of  makeup usual  expression.    stressed.  just  like,  if  you  look  at  her  you  can  tell  she’s  going  through  it  (  and  has  been  for  like  the  past  three  years  ),,,  she  needs a  break  but  she  will  not  be  getting  one  <3 distinguishing  features.    cheeks  that  always  seem  to  be  flushed  a  rosy  hue  of  pink,  bags  underneath  her  eyes  that  are  haphazardly  covered  with  fake  glasses or  makeup,  brown  -  hued  hair  that  just  always  falls  correctly

⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀

( + )  positive.    erudite,  bluestocking,  intuitive,  heedful ( - ) negative.    righteous,  hubristic,  zealous,  moralistic natal  chart.    triple  capricorn,  pour  one  out mbti.    istj  -  a,  investigator moral  alignment.    neutral  good godly  parent.    athena languages  spoken.    korean  +  english likes.    quiet  -  the  kind  of quiet  that  comes  only  in  the  early  hours  of  the  morning  +  in  restricted  access  zones  where  it’s  close  to  silence  (  but  not  quite  ),  victory  in  all  forms,  feeling  appreciated  tbh,  sleeping  but  genuinely  hasn’t  gotten  a  good  night  of  sleep  in  years,  the  color  yellow,  scarves  that  are  long  enough  to  wrap  her  entire  head  <3,  being  a  hater dislikes.    attention  (  though  she  is  overjoyed  /  obsessed  with  winning  ),  losing  -  a  notoriously  sore  loser,  being  out  of  control  in  any  situation  -  even  if  she  can  have  no  humanly  control  over  it,  nail  polish  (  because  she  bites  her  nails  :/  ),  actually  reading  i’ll  be  honest,  staircases quirks.    as  mentioned  above,  bites  her  nails  often,  doodles  when  stressed  (  which  is  all  the  time  )  -  is  halfway  decent  at  it  too  thanks  to  all  of  the  practice,  can  fall  asleep  in  two  seconds  if  given  the  opportunity,  taps  her  foot  a  lot hobbies.    being  a  hater,  being  obnoxious  enough  to  have  attention  (  aka  dramatic  )  n  then  having  the  audacity  to  complain  about  the  stress

⠀ ﹟𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫

when  he  meets  your  mother,  he  tells  you  it’s  like  the  world  stopped  turning.  she  was  enchanting,  he  says,  like  a  rose  blooming  in  the  dead  of  winter,  a  blossom  of  red  among  a  blanket  of  white  -  and  he  swears  that  he  has  never  loved  anyone  more.  their  romance  is  swift,  a  bouquet  of  flowers  traded  for  an  engagement  ring  and  a  passionate  kiss  exchanged  for  the  start  of  a  family.  your  father  never  says  anything  bad  about  your  mother,  raising  you  on  his  own  with  a  faint  line  on  his  ring  finger.  she  will  be  back  soon,  he  says  with  glazed  eyes  and  love-flushed  cheeks  that  you  seem  to  inherit.  she  will  come  back  soon,  he  tucks  you  in  with  a  faraway  look  on  his  features  and  you  realize  with  a  ceiling  full  of  glow-in-the-dark  stars  that  he  isn’t  okay.  but,  you  hold  his  hand  when  crossing  the  streets  with  you  leading  and  you  let  him  dawdle  about  your  mother  and  you  pat  the  top  of  his  head  when  he  falls  asleep  waiting  for  your  mother.  she’ll  be  back,  he  says,  unaware  that  she  only  visits  when  he’s  not  around.  she  will  come  back  soon,  he  waits  for  her,  a  stranger  in  his  own  body.

you  yearn  for  control  the  way  your  peers  yearn  for  freedom.  freedom,  you  have  enough  of,  but  everything  in  your  life  is  just  out  of  reach.  for  your  entire  childhood,  you  grasp  at  everything  and  nothing,  your  fingers  brushing  past  the  things  you  desire  most.  you  are  a�� young  girl  with  magic  in  your  blood,  but  you  watch  from  the  end  of  your  driveway  as  life  seems  to  spin  so  wildly  out  of  control.  your  father  isn’t  okay,  but  you  don’t  understand  why.  your  mother  comes  around  wearing  guilt  like  one  wears  a  birthmark  and  you  can’t  fathom  why.  you  are  left  alone  on  playgrounds  and  with  scrapes  on  your  knees  and  people  whisper  about  you  but  you  don’t  understand  why.  life  goes  on  with  or  without  you,  and  you  think  it  unacceptable.  it’s  infuriating  being  in  the  backseat,  unable  to  control,  unable  to  know.  when  a letter  falls  into  your  hands,  you  swear  to  use  it  to  your  advantage.  you  refuse  to  ever  be  in  the  dark  again.

you  arrive  on  your  own,  a  year  older  than  your  peers,  a  sheltered  girl  from  a  muggle  world  and  you  look  around,  determined  to  change  your  life.  it’s  obvious  to  anyone  early  on  that  you’re  a  bright  girl,  ambition  tied  into  your  intelligence,  potential  pouring  over  every  single  one  of  your  edges.  for  a  while,  it  comes  easily.  you  know  things,  you  understand  things;  most  of  all,  you  learn  how  terribly  things  can  go  wrong.  you  swear  to  never  let  that  happen  to  you,  but  of  course,  life  has  bigger  plans  for  you.  the  first  few  years  fly  by  quick  and  your  hands  build  up  a  reputation  that  you’re  eager  to  upkeep.  you  wipe  the  sweat  off  of  your  palms  onto  your  skirts,  you  might  use  magic  to  make  sure  your  hair  always  looks  good,  you  always  know  the  latest  news,  you  always  pass  your  classes.  then,  you  go  home  during  your  third  year  to  an  empty  house  and  your  father  is gone.

when  you  return  after  the  winter  holidays,  it’s  obvious  that  something  is  -  wrong,  but  you  do  your  thing  and  you  pretend  everything  is  okay.  your  mother  in  all  of  her  magic  and  love  writes  you  a  letter,  telling  you  that  you’ll  be  in  her  care  and  that  only  stresses  you  out  more,  giving  you  gray  hair  and  bags  underneath  your  eyes  that  never  seem  to  away  from  that  point  on.  every  blink  is  heavier  now,  every  sliver  of  information  repeated  as  least  three  more  times,  everything  you  learn  adds  a  little  more  weight  to  your  shoulders.  but  you  soldier  on.  you  become  more  and  more  high  strung,  more  sharp,  more  wretched  with  stress  that  shouldn’t  be  yours  to  shoulder.  you  are  still  an  intelligent  girl,  still  a  bright  witch,  still  gleaming  with  potential;  but  you  almost  permanently  look  like  you’ve  been  handled  an  impossible  task  and  worse,  you  wear  your  flushed  cheeks  almost  as  your  father  did,  a  fact  that  you  dislike  whenever  you  see  yourself  in  the  mirror.

⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⠀ ⠀  ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ has  a relatively  tough  exterior,  but  wow,  words  hurt  and  hestia  is  a  lot  more  sensitive  than  she  cares  to  admit.  say  one  off  thing  about  her  and  she’ll  be  all  “i  can’t  stand  it  here!”  and  storm  off  angrily,  but  she’s  really  just  gonna  go  cry  in  the  owlery  and  talk  to  the  owls  as  if  they  can  understand  her  through  her  snot  bubbles.

  ⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ is  this  genius  of  a  witch,  right,  but  is  the  messiest  person  ever.  her  area  in  her  dorm  is  just  .  .  .  yeah,  it’s  messy.  she  comes  to  the  library,  throws  seven  books  down,  loses  ten  pages  of  notes;  is  disorganized  and  completely  messy,  but  at  least  she  always  looks  put  together.

  ⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ coming  right  off  of  the  last  one,  because  she  cares  most  about  her  image  +  her  reputation  than  she  does  anything  else,  mostly  because  it’s  all  that  she  thinks  she  has.  so,  yeah,  she  may  be  consistently  stressed  out  and  on  the  brink  of  a  breakdown,  but  at  least  she  looks  GOOD.

  ⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ her  style  is  a  little   .  .  .  amateur,  if  i’m  being  honest. very  season  one  rachel  berry.  always  looks  in  uniform  even  if  she’s  out  of  uniform  and  it’s  because  she  has  no  personality  than  being  a  ravenclaw  prefect  idk  what  you  want  me  to  tell  you.  she  has  never  been  normal  once.

  ⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ i  laugh  and  kid,  but  she’s  genuinely  a  genius.  might  have  a  bit  of  dyslexia,  but  is  just,,,  a  smart  kid.  also  makes  it  her  entire  personality  though,  so  i’m  not  sure  what  to  do  about  that.

 ⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ also,  not  to  be  That  Girl  that’s  so  quirk  n  clumsy,  but  hestia  is  always  injured.  not  gravely,  but  a  scrape  on  her  knee,  a  cut  on  her  cheek,  tape  around  her  fingers,  etc.  etc.  she’s  a  problem,  to  say  the  least,  and  always  hastily  takes  care  of  herself  (  aka,  cleans  it,  leaves  it  ).

 ⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ in  general,  is  a  hater,  but  is  so  STRESSED  from  having  a  #missing  father  that  she’s  just  like  :|  in  every  situation.  i  wouldn’t  call  her  awkward  per  se,  but  she  definitely  just  says  what  she  wants  when  she  wants  cause  there’s  “no  point  in  quieting  myself  for  someone’s  comfort”  idk?

⠀ ⠀ ﹟𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.⠀ ⠀ in  MY  canon,  hestia  actually  conjures  up  a  fox  patronus,  but  it’s  non  corporeal  for  now  simply  because  she  literally  cannot  focus  long  enough  to  cast  the  charm  correctly  –  in  fact,  a  lot  of  her  magic  has  been  suffering  for  the  past  few  years  due  to  her  stress,  something  that  really  only  stresses  her  out  more  rip  in  pieces.

⠀ ﹟𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

academic  rival:   personally,  i’d  love  for  someone  who’s  just  naturally  good  at  academia  to  be  her  rival,  like  the  person  who  doesn’t  study  and  “doesn’t  care”  but  always  just  manages  to  beat  her  in  scores;  yeah,  i  think  that’d  be  fun  to  watch  her  spontaneously  combust.

significant  annoyance:  someone  who  really  just  is  the  person  to  tell  hestia  she’s  wound  up  too  tight  all  the  time  and  tries  to  get  her  to  live  her  life,  but  she  just  sees  them  as  someone  who’s  ANNOYING  HER  because  maybe  her  entire  life  is  being  uptight,  ever  think  of  that?  rabastan

quidditch  rival:  because  quidditch  is  really  the  only  time  she  lets  her  hair  down  per  se,  this  rivalry  is  more  friendly  than  it  is  serious like  the  academic  rival,  but  there’s  still  a  lot  of  trash  talk  involved  and  meet  ups  in  the  corridors  to  talk  shit  <3

best  friend:  the  one  person  who  she’s  like  .  .  .  super  grateful  for  because  they’re  always  there,  no  matter  what  she  goes  through  or  does  to  them  through  her  stress  induced  breakdowns.  you  know.  they’re  bffs  and  always  eat  together  and  spend  time  together  n  gossip  together.  eloise

tutee:  someone  that  either  hestia’s  offered  to  help  or  has  been  forced  to  help,  either  way,  she’s  as  strict  as  any  professor  and  takes  her  job  completely  seriously.  as  in,  will  approach  them  in  the  great  hall  and  ask  if  they’ve  done  the  work  they’re  supposed  to  do.

stress  reliever:  imagine  this  -  hestia  comes  up  to  your  muse  and  is  like  we  need  to  talk,  but  they  just  find  a  nice  seat  underneath  one  of  the  archways  and  talk  into  the  night,  they  make  hestia  laugh,  hestia  makes  them  laugh,  they  have  flushed  cheeks  by  the  end  of  it  and  she  doesn’t  speak  to  them  otherwise.  xenophilius 

their  biggest  anti:  ur  muse’s  #1  hater???  hestia  jones  <3  why?  probably  because  they’re  better  than  she  is  and  she’s  a  nightmare  of  a  person  so  it’s  just  her  being  their  biggest  anti,  probably  runs  a  hate  account  dedicated  toward  them  tbh  <3  rodolphus

The  Ex:  you  know.  the  ex.  didn’t  end  the  way  they  wanted  it  to  so  there’s  A  Lot  There.  longing  glances,  awkward  bumps,  lots  of  what-ifs  .  .  .  a  lot  of  sad  headcanons,  a  lot  of  wholesome  headcanons.  yeah

like  family:  just  someone  who  hestia  is  so  comfortable  with  that  it  feels  like  they’re  family.  and  by  family,  i  mean  like  the  kind  to  tackle  her  on  sight  just  for  fun,  the  sort  to  tease  her  and  make  everyone  believe  it’s  her  birthday.  you  know?

also  a  barely  filled  tag  here  n  anything  u  can  possibly  brainstorm  i’d  love  <3  thank  u  love  u 

#ww.intro #SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG NOBODY LOOP #LOOK*

[peeterparkr]

hi lovely nancy!! 🧚🏻‍♀️ how about a blurb of #40 with tom please? ily ✨

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.” 

 Helloooo! Ooof yess!! Ily 💕

Idk why I wrote this so long i’m sorry 

warnings: angsty, fluffy, 2.5k 

When the truth speaks loudly there is nothing that can be undone. And you had learned it the bad way.It started out in a bar when you had barely paid any attention to him. In fact, you had both been stuck with each other for lame reasons, your respective friends were about to hook up and you both had the role to entertain the remaining friend.

He didn’t know, but your friend had dared you to get the one and only Tom Holland to ask you out. You were good at getting dates so you accepted the dare. You’d ask her to get rid off his friend, whom luckily she was attracted to, so you could be with him. You had told your friend exactly what she’d do. And Tom had noticed how you had guided your friend into getting with his friend. Your advice was on point, telling her the buttons she had to push to get the man to her. 

And she had. So you had your own game to play. 

“Want me to buy you a drink?” Tom asked, watching his friend leave. 

“Sure, martini, dry,” you said. 

“You were good,” Tom said. “I had never seen Haz ask someone to dance right away.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you chuckled. 

But he had flirted, just a bit, saying how lame both your friends had been at flirting, but how amazing your advice had been for your friend to get Haz to the dancefloor. But you both knew what exactly was coming, you’d probably have to tag along with your friends and let them be while they had all the fun. While you and Tom had to lie that you were having fun. 

“You knew this was happening,” Tom said. “You were conscious you’d have to stay with me, but of course you’re not complaining because you got the lottery didn’t you? Tom freaking Holland,” he laughed. 

“Ah, sure,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry but no, I’m afraid the only sole role I’m playing tonight is the one who has to stay with the friend so she over there can have a good time.” 

Tom grinned. “Are you? Or is she really the one to be playing that role?” He pushed. 

You smirked. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I have no interest in you. I’m only happy she might get some.” 

“So, they’re getting laid and that’s it, what’s special about it?” Tom chuckled. 

“She’s not,” You grinned. “You see, my advice will lead to a date, not a one night stand.” 

“Is it?” Tom chuckled. 

“Yes, I’m good with that,” she chuckled. “You’re boring me, so here, please take care of this, I’m going to dance.” 

And you gave him your purse with a sole purpose, so he could see it and you knew that he’d probably get out your phone, which had no password and he’d call himself to get your number and save his own.  

He did as expected. 

And eventually, he called you. As you had expected, two days later. So he insisted, just as you had expected him to, that you guys should hang out as well, because well, you’d both be alone for the next few weeks considering that you had been right and that your friends hadn’t slept together but they had agreed on going on a date. 

And that’s how it started, first with bowling double dates, then with you going to his parties, then you’d end up at his house helping him with whatever it had occurred to him, barbecues and late-night movie dates. But then, you weren’t with Monica and Harrison. Suddenly both you and Tom were hanging out together without them.

“I got a date,” you had said to your friend. “Give me my fifty bucks.” 

“I’ll give you a hundred if you get into a relationship with him.” 

So it had been. And it was just going to be slightly awkward at the beginning, that’s what you expected. Going to the movies, and going out for dinner. The usual getting to know each other and slightly boring date, that’s what you had expected. But he hadn’t taken you to a fancy restaurant or to the movies, he had decided to do something more fun, so he took you to a boxing match. And that was fun. You both yelled and laughed and had fun. And you had screwed it up because you had kissed him on the first date. 

But so it started. Dates on cafés, bars and picnics under the stars.. Late nights under the white sheets that meant only a melody to you. Breakfasts the next morning with burnt eggs and burnt waffles. Ending up ordering something. 

Visit museums, fancy restaurants and not so fancy ones. Midnight snacks and moonlight secrets.  Cuddles and snuggles and inventing new ways to kiss. Hand holding. You know, cute little dates that would insist on him coming up with a new theory of a new movie. You sharing your favourite books with him and him practising lines with you. Learning about movies that had made you cried and movies that hadn’t, like both of you had cried with Toy Story but neither had cried with A Walk To Remember. Weird pet peeves, like the fact that he despised ketchup or the fact that you hate when people crack their knuckles. 

Background stories with sad memories and childhood stories that were too adorable to forget, like his first Spider-Man comic or your favourite Barbie. 

Then it was public…just slightly, so you’d be seeing your pictures on the internet, and some major gossip on an article you’d avoid reading. 

You had still applied your dating strategies until you weren’t anymore. Suddenly you had broken your number one rule, you were in love with him. And you had taken him to meet your parents and he had taken you to meet his family. 

And before you could back away, the words had slipped by. “I love you.” 

It had been nice, easy, and so not planned. 

You were watching Stranger Things together and you had promised each other that you wouldn’t cheat on each other by skipping ahead. Tom had this horrible habit of spoiling every single series or movie to you. But he had promised he’d wait on this one. 

“I’ve been ignoring all social media,” he said. “I don’t want any spoilers.” 

You bit your lip. “I haven’t been ignoring it,” you confessed. 

“Oh my god, you know what happens, don’t you?” 

You wrinkled your nose. “I might have seen something, but I’m not entirely sure, I closed the app before I could see anything.” 

“Oh, so then I can feel okay about saying this,” he said relieved. “I might have skipped ahead…” 

“You…what?” You frowned. 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” He said. “But I couldn’t sleep! I needed to know, if I didn’t… Okay, you see these dark circles? Those were because I couldn’t sleep without knowing, oh my god, I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you, what do you want me to do? I’ll…I’ll do anything, want me to eat a spoonful of ketchup?” 

“Oh my god, Tom,” you laughed. “What?” 

“I’ll go get the ketchup, I’m so sorry,” he said and you went over to the fridge and took out a spoon. 

“No, no, oh my god, no Tom, no,” you laughed. “Gosh, no it’s okay, don’t do it.” 

But he had already done it. 

“You’re so stupid, I love you!” And you had said it. 

“What.” 

“What?” You chuckled, clearing his throat. 

“I… You love me?” He asked you. 

“I…uh, didn’t say anything,” you screamed. 

And he had dropped the spoon and ran to you to kiss you. “I love you, too.” 

So, you were screwed. Because you did. And without knowing it, you were in a relationship. And it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal. Because you had completely forgotten your bet. 

Everything had been screwed, until one morning when your friend and roommate came to your room, unbeknownst to her, Tom was in your restroom, washing his face. 

“Here’s your 100 bucks,” Monica said. “You did it, congrats.” 

“What?” You asked. 

“You have a relationship,” she said. “Remember? The bet we had? That if you got him in a relationship I’d give you a hundred bucks, well there you go.” 

And he had listened. And you couldn’t even explain it to him. 

“No, Tom, Tom, Tom, I’m sorry, she didn’t mean-” 

“No, no, I get it, it was a lie! That’s alright, you won the lottery didn’t you honey?” He yelled as he was storming out of your house. “It’s okay, y/n, I’m good. You have a hundred bucks, hope they serve you well.” 

“Tom!” But it had been useless. 

Your days became pathetic. You listened to sad music to make you sadder, and you saw outside with melancholy from the car window when it rained as if you were the star of a video from the 2000’s. All this while you took advantage of the rainy nights to go out and drive to listen to songs that your mom probably used to listen to, but that now they became too special because the fool you were decided to internally dedicate them to him.

So you became a slave to silly things. Pathetic things. Like when you ate chocolate ice cream while watching the Netflix screen over and over again to end up watching Friends for the twelfth time. Turning around in bed and not being able to sleep, just like you were right now. Everything was tasteless and colourless as you soon were realizing that you had to let Tom go. You’d cry over silly things, over Stranger Things and over ketchup. 

You had tried to call him, but he’d never answer. 

When the truth speaks loudly there is nothing that can be undone. And you had learned it the bad way. 

You had mailed him a box, that included two things. An issue of the first Spider-Man comic he’d ever read and a dvd you had found of A Walk To Remember. 

It had a note. 

“Tom,

I never thought I would be in love with you if we are honest. I never thought I would ever even get the chance to meet you. There were days in which I couldn’t believe it, but then I realized that you had been there to teach me a lesson. You know, like it was simple like it was meant to be.

It wasn’t something that happened by chance, you know? Nor was it planned, if it had been it would have been sudden and easy to forget. How things should be, with a specific schedule and a goal. Too bad we were looking elsewhere.

I wonder, did I know? Did you know that I was going to hurt you?  Had I known, I would’ve never approached you, why would it be necessary to cause so much pain and guilt in someone who just wanted to give a little life to you?. I understand you don’t want to see me anymore. 

I would say that I am already clean, if I were. I would say that it doesn’t hurt anymore, if it were true.

After devoting enough thoughts I have but one explanation, I’m stupid, I realized how we spend time, infidelities to the heart and deception to the mind. Games that only enclose in dungeons from which you can not find a way out. Dark places from which the low light we find is a reflection of illusion.

I think I went through too many things with my foolishness of not wanting to tell you when I could, not wanting to look for an alternative and not wanting to stop protecting myself. Yes, it began as a bet. It was my fault, I suppose, to believe that I wouldn’t face someone like you. Had it been anybody else, it would’ve been easier, still wrong, but easier. But you never know, I used to say that my heart was indomitable and if now I found myself writing a letter. I forgot it was a bet. Because you made it easy to forget. 

Which reminds me of things that aren’t easy to forget, Tom. Like any silly girl who has a fondness for the seasonal doll, or a guy who can’t forget the first issue of the first comic of the superhero he gets to play now. 

I was never a fan of flowers and less of the conversations at midnight. Being honest, I like to fall asleep early. I was never someone who cried at stupid romantic movies, but then I realized that when the person you love the most is gone, you find yourself crying over those stupid romantic movies. 

Which brings me to my second gift, I hope you watch it and maybe just like the first issue of that comic, you never forget me.

I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, because I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. I just need you to know that for me it was never a lie, what started out as a stupid way to win a hundred bucks ended up as the best adventure I’ve ever lived. To be the best story yet to be told, and to the series, I might want to skip ahead to see if we ever cross paths again. I know you were a fan of spoilers, so, mind giving me one, now? Do they end up together again? 

Sounds pathetic, but it’s pretty. All I have to say is, I’m sorry. And I need you to know this: “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

And he hadn’t answered. But you didn’t expect him to. But Monica had tried to cheer you up, and she had taken you to the bar. 

“Now you will do exactly as I say, okay?” And she had left to the dance floor to bring someone over. And said someone had sat beside you and you hadn’t looked up. 

“Hi,” it was Haz. 

“Hey,” you said, looking at him. “You guys want me to leave you alone?” 

Haz chuckled. “I’m afraid the only sole role I’m playing tonight is the one who has to stay with the friend so him over there can have a good time,” Haz whispered. And you turned around to see him. 

You walked over to him. “Tom, I’m so sorry…” You said. “I’ll let you crack your knuckles, I’ll crack my knuckles.” 

“Sh,” he shook his head, watching you as you tried to crack your knuckles. “Oh, gosh don’t ever do that again. Now I see why you hate it.” 

And you were crying in a bar. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Spoiler alert,” Tom said, leaning over to kiss you. “She wins him back”

fic based on this blurb

#tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland one shot #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #blurb #blurb night #tom holland imagine #tom holland ff #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction

[gaylotusthatexists]

Maybe take the blame for bad things happen bingo where Patton takes the blame for smthing. Maybe while in the imanation and makes the dragon witch mad. It just seems like a very patton thing to do.

searching for his prince

fandom: sanders sides

pairing: platonic moceit, platonic intruality

prompt: taking the blame 

trigger warnings: blood mention, fighting, crying, implied past unsympathetic/morally grey patton 

word count: 2092

a/n: this is written for the @badthingshappenbingo​! and it is also a sequel to this fic bc i couldn’t help myself. idk if this is exactly what you were looking for anon, but it does in fact include the dragon witch so :) yeah i’m sorry about this but hope you enjoy

ao3

Patton didn't quite know how he felt, following Deceit around the Imagination. On the one hand, Deceit seemed... kind. Willing to help Patton, at least. Which was more than what could be said for the others, who'd apparently forgotten all about him, left him to suffer all alone. But this was Deceit he was talking about! How could he know that Deceit wasn't planning something else? That this was all out of the goodness of his heart and not just to take advantage of Patton?

No, that couldn't be it. Patton knew that Deceit couldn't be all bad - if he was, then why would he help Patton? Why would he offer to take him back home?

Unless he wasn't taking him back home, unless he was just luring him into a trap, unless...

"What are you doing in the Imagination, anyway?" Deceit asked, glancing over at Patton.

Patton fixed his eyes on the ground ahead. "I came to check on Roman. But couldn't find him, obviously."

"You know it's dangerous in here," Deceit said. "Why would you put yourself in danger for Roman?"

Patton blinked. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh, Morality." Deceit looked at him with pity in his eyes. "You should be looking out for yourself, you know. Roman can handle himself well enough here, without any aid from anyone else. You shouldn't put yourself in danger for his sake."

"But... he'd do the same for me," Patton argued.

Deceit raised an eyebrow. "Would he now?"

"Y-Yeah, he-" Patton thought back to how he felt hidden behind that rock, waiting for Roman to arrive, to save him, only for... "I, uh, well, if he knew that I was in trouble, I'm sure that he'd come."

Deceit smiled, sadly. "Was he in trouble when you came to check on him?"

Patton closed his eyes, trying to think. "No. Maybe. I don't know." He took a deep breath. "We had an argument, I think, and he came here to take a breather, so a while after I came as well to... apologise, I guess, and..."

"You couldn't find him," Deceit finished, to which Patton nodded. "Perhaps if you'd just had an argument, he didn't want to be found. Maybe that's why he didn't come to save you."

Patton's eyes widened. Oh. Oh no. That... That would make sense. He couldn't quite remember what the argument had been about, but the memories were slowly starting to come back, and... well, Roman didn't reacted very well, at all. Roman was never good in arguments, he didn't like to lose, so of course he'd ran away, and... it was all Patton's fault. Roman could actually be in danger right now, and it would be Patton's fault.

"I'm not saying he doesn't care for you," Deceit continued, "but, chances are, he may be angry at you."

"This is my fault," Patton muttered. "I went too far. He-"

"I sincerely doubt that it's your fault, Morality," Deceit said. "In all honesty, I don't think you can do any wrong."

Patton let go of Deceit's hand, moving to rub his own palm. "I can, though. I make so many mistakes, all the time, and now... what if Roman's in danger right now?"

"He's not in danger," Deceit promised.

"How do you know?"

Deceit hesitated. "Well, uh, truthfully, I don't, but he's strong enough to not get himself into any major trouble. He controls this place, I don't think he's capable of losing a fight here."

"You're lying," Patton mumbled, rubbing his arm. "Roman's lost fights before here. He's come back to the Mind Palace bruised and hurting and always comes to me for help. But he-"

A worried expression settled on Deceit's face. Patton couldn't tell if it was because he was scared for Roman, or scared for Patton. "Listen, Morality, Roman will only get hurt in here if he allows himself to, uh-"

Patton's eyes widened. After... After the things that Patton had said, Roman would allow himself to get hurt. He always did. Whenever he came back all hurt, it was because he'd just had a rough time with the others, maybe an argument with Virgil, or maybe something bad had happened to Thomas' ego. And- And maybe he wasn't purposely allowing himself to lose, maybe he just wasn't in the right mind frame, but... well, he wasn't in the right mind frame now, either. He'd left the Mind Palace crying, screaming and shouting, and Patton had thought that maybe he just wanted attention, but-

He stopped walking. "I have to go find him," Patton whispered, stepping away from Deceit and sprinting back in the opposite direction, eyes darting around wildly in search of his prince.

"Morality!" Deceit called, but it was too late. Patton had made up his mind. He was going.

He ran and ran and ran until he couldn't breathe anymore and needed to rest. He collapsed onto the ground, curling up into a ball and quietly crying, which didn't particularly help with his lack of breath. He could hear roars in the distance, fighting, stomping, the ground almost shaking below him, and things were not going good. He was right back to where he started, afraid for his own life, alone with no prince coming to rescue him.

And the footsteps, the shouting, the fighting was getting closer. He hugged himself tighter, sheltering his head with his arms, his body shaking and brain quietly praying for everything to stop.

"Patton?"

Patton opened one eye, peeking out at the scene in front of him. Remus was bent over him, looking at him with confusion.

"Remus?" Patton whispered. He took several deep breaths, trying to compose himself, before sitting up and wiping the tears out of his eyes. "What are you-"

A dragon swooped overhead and Patton sucked his head again, as Remus glanced up and grinned. "Be right back, Old Blood 'n' Guts."

Patton closed his eyes, not wanting to witness whatever Remus was getting himself into. A moment later, Remus returned, blood dripping down his mace and his leg. He squatted down next to Patton.

"Why aren't you with Deceit?" he asked, tilting his head. Patton noticed there was blood stuck in his hair, as well, and all over his cheeks, and Patton tried his best not to think about where that could have come from.

"I have to save Roman," he said. "Deceit wouldn't let me."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "What, is Roman in trouble?"

"Yes," Patton said, before frowning. "Maybe. I don't know. But Deceit said-"

Remus pulled Patton up off the ground. "C'mon, if he's in danger then we haven't a moment to lose!"

He began to skip away, and Patton jogged over to join him. "Why would you care about Roman?" he asked, recalling how many times Remus had straight up attempted to murder Roman.

"He's my brother," Remus said.

Patton frowned. "You hate him, though?"

"I don't hate him."

"You're always trying to murder him."

"Yeah, he's annoying sometimes," Remus said. "And only I'm allowed to murder him. I don't want someone else to get 'round to it before I do."

That concerned Patton, to say the least.

"Also, I've ran out of dragons to kill here, so..."

Patton glanced down to the floor. "You... don't think Roman might actually die, do you?"

"Nah," Remus said. "I don't think he can die. Unless Thomas dies, I guess. Oh, what do you think will happen to us when Thomas dies?"

"I don't want to think about that."

"I do, though!"

"Think about it in your own head, and I will... not."

Remus pouted. "You're no fun."

The two walked across the fields of the Imagination, eventually coming across a tall tower. It... looked to be a similar style to the buildings in Roman's realm in the Imagination, but they couldn't have been there - Patton suspected he was closer to the Dark Imagination, and he didn't recognise this specific tower.

Remus hummed. "Big tower. No entrance. Yeah, this seems like the kind of place a kidnapped person would be held."

"Kidnapped?" Patton repeated. "Who said anything about kidnapping?"

Remus shrugged. "You're the one who said Roman might be in trouble."

"I didn't say he'd been kidnapped."

"Held hostage, then," Remus tried.

Patton fiddled with his fingers. "How do we get up there if there's no entrance?"

Before Remus could reply, someone landed in front of them, a smirk on her face. Red, scaly skin, a pair of thin, long wings spread out behind her, talons for hands. Oh. Perfect.

Remus got into a battle stance, swinging his mace around his shoulder. "What have you done with Roman?"

The Dragon Witch tilted her head. "Roman?"

"We know you have him," Remus continued. "Where is he?"

Patton was shaking. Again. He'd never personally met the Dragon Witch, but Roman had told him all about her, about his many battles with her, about all the times he'd lost to her. She seemed to be about the only person in the Imagination he ever lost to.

"Oh, Roman," the Dragon Witch mused. "I saw him a few days ago. Seemed pretty upset."

"What did you do with him?"

"He's just staying with me for now, until he feels better. Don't worry, I'm taking good care of him."

She'd taken him. Roman could be hurt, and it was Patton's fault. All because he'd...

He shouldn't have shouted at Roman. It was a bad thing, for him to have done. He knew that Roman got insecure, and that he took things too seriously sometimes, and... he knew that he looked up to Patton, that he thought Patton cared about him. And of course Patton cared about him, he loved Roman, he loved all of them, but... maybe he'd been a little harsh on Roman. Maybe he'd taken things a little too far.

"It's my fault," Patton whispered. "It's my fault he's upset."

"Patton-"

Tears were forming in Patton's eyes. He just wanted to go home. He wanted to be back in the Mind Palace, huddled up with Roman on the sofa, holding him tight, with Logan reading a book to the side and Virgil sprawled over the stairs with his headphones on full blast. Things used to be like that - why weren't they now? Now Roman was upset, all because of him, and... and he was stuck in the Imagination with no way to help Roman.

He could try. He ran forwards, a determined expression forming across his face. But the Dragon Witch was having none of it. Her talons ripped through Patton's skin and he fell to the floor, clutching the wound forming on his leg, then his arm, then his cheek. She wasn't stopping. And Remus wasn't helping.

"Patton!" a voice shouted.

Patton took in a deep breath and stretched out his body, kicking the Dragon Witch off him and shuffling to the side, leaning against the tower. Remus had disappeared, replaced by... Deceit. Deceit was back. And he'd called him Patton - not Morality, Patton.

"Patton, are you-" He ducked below the Dragon Witch and slid up besides Patton. "Are you okay?"

"Deceit," was all that Patton could muster.

Deceit grabbed hold of Patton and clicked his fingers. For a moment, everything went dark, and a weird feeling settled in Patton's stomach, a sinking sensation that made him feel almost sick. And things stayed dark, but objects began to appear in Patton's vision, a lamp to his side slowly spreading light around the room. He was sat - no, laid on a bed, in Deceit's arms. He sank into Deceit's clutch, crying into his shoulders. Deceit stiffened up, seeming surprised, but soon rolled with it and awkwardly pat Patton on the back. Patton tightened his grip on the back of Deceit's cloak.

After a few minutes of crying, Patton drew back, wiping away his tears and sniffling. That hadn't been nice. The Dragon Witch just-

Oh. Oh no. Roman was still-

"Calm down," Deceit said, softly. "Roman's alright."

"He isn't. The Dragon Witch hurt him, and it's my fault, and-"

"It isn't your fault," Deceit said, firmly. "If Roman is hurt, you can't be held accountable for that."

"But I-"

"You made a mistake," Deceit said. "People do that all the time. If Roman is hurt, you can't take the blame, it's whoever hurt him that is at fault."

Patton glanced down. He leant back towards Deceit, allowing him to wrap an arm around his shoulders and hold him tight.

"Roman will be okay, Morality," he said, stroking his fingers through his hair. "You'll be okay."

#bad things happen bingo #taking the blame #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #platonic moceit #platonic intruality #my writing #my fanfic #my fanfiction

[dvlwthn]

“  i’m  tired –-  ”                .... of what?      “  of surviving and not living.  ”

Is that MADISON BAILEY? No, that’s just ALEXIS RYAN KING. They were born on 29/01/99 and are in their THIRD year at Northknot University. They live in Northknot because they are a WEREWOLF from Kaleb’s bloodline (Moon Valley Pack Beta). Some they're COMPASSIONATE and AMBITIOUS, but I’ve heard others say they’re SHORT TEMPERED and SKEPTICAL. When you think of her, don’t you think of A FREE SPIRIT WHO’S ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THE NEXT ADVENTURE, THE SOUND OF THUNDER BEING HEARD FOLLOWED BY STRIKES OF LIGHTNING, HEART OF GOLD THAT WEIGHS HEAVY ? 

A E S T H E T I C

dark  scars  on  the  heart  .  thunderstorms  ;  wild  and  chaotic  .  broken  girl  ,  fearless  woman  .  stubborn  heart  .  fire  in  her  eyes  ,  darkness  in  her  soul  .  not  afraid  to  get  her  hands  dirty  .  just  survive  somehow  .  heavy  heart  ,  dark  past  .

Q U O T E S

“  some days i am the flower, some days i am the rain  .   ”   –   pavana. 

“   she is both hellfire and holy water. and the flavour you taste depends on how you treat her  .   ”   –   sneha pal.

“   i wasn’t born soft and quiet. i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips   .   ”   –   unknown.

M U S I C    P L A Y E R

“   you keep things bottled up inside–- i wish you'd give someone a try. you fell apart a million times.   ”   happy face by tate mcrae. 

“   listen closely ‘cause no one told me, but you deserve to know: that in this world, you are not beholden. you do not owe them your body and your soul.   ”   fall in line by christina aguilera. 

“   i can bleed, i can hurt. knock me down in the dirt. i am strong i’ll show you even when i’m black and blue: i’m bulletproof.   ”   bulletproof by dimante.

“  keep me from the cages, under the control.. running in the dark to find east of eden.  ”  east of eden by zella day

P E R S O N A L I T Y  

+ intelligent, protective, and observant - stubborn, distant, and ‘apathetic’

there is a lot that goes into making alexis who she is. from who her family was, to the trauma she experienced, even to her pack. a little bit of everything lives on in her... alexis ryan king is a bit of a conundrum to be honest. she’s protective yet distant. after losing her family, she doesn’t want to feel that loss again. so she tries to keep her distance, the less people around her, the less people she can hurt over is something happens... but she can’t always help how close she gets and to those that manage to become close to her, she very protective over because, again, she doesn’t want to lose them. the young woman TRIES to be apathetic, hopes that if she can act like she doesn’t care long enough she just won’t... it’s hard not to try to fin way to protect yourself (physically and emotionally). so she tries to focus on school or work. just to keep her mind busy.. but she can’t JUST survive anymore. she wants to live her life... live the life her father made sure she could... she has to do it for him, for all of them. 

H E A D C A N O N S

001. alexis was born to into a family of wolves, she had two older brother and two younger brothers. both of her parents were very in touch with their wolf side, which made alexis and her siblings feel very much the same. they all loved what they were, even if at times they seemed to lose control... the king pack was very in touch with nature and life, so after each kill they had a little goodbye prayer for. tibi gratias ago pro tui sacrificium tuum pugnet ( thank you for your sacrifice, your fight is over ). no kill was taken advantage of or forgotten. the family paid respects to every living thing they killed (human or animal). alexis was never sure if it was their way of honouring kaleb or just the way her parent were. 

002. while most supernatural creatures had started to live in harmony and even had a special location for supernatural only to live, the king family never felt the need to move there. though it was always the plan if things went bad. it was something they talked about since she was a young pup. she never actually thought the time would come.... she especially never thought that she’d have to make the trip solo.

003. a couple of years ago her family was attacked. she had no clue why or what happened, she just remembers that after her and her youngest brother got home from running through the forrest behind their house, she wanted to nap on the floor in the living room. she was asleep when the screaming started but she heard it and started to wake up. by the time she was half awake and trying to process everything, her eldest brother was kneeling next to her and shaking her shoulders. the young girl would never forget the look on his face. wasting no time, the only female child in the king family was up and trying to collect her two younger brothers. “ it’s time to leave. ” her father had told her when he had passed her briefly... but it seemed whomever wanted them dead wasn’t going to allow that. there was fire everywhere, she couldn’t inhale without breathing in smoke. she never understood how it spread so fast. when she found her two younger brothers she remembers instantly falling to her knees and reaching out to try to hold them. their lifeless mangled bodies lay side by side and she couldn’t see past the tears anymore. it was than that her father found her, she could see he was injured and just that look in his eyes... she KNEW no one else survived. her father was yanking on her arm, pulling her away from the scene. he was speaking to her but she couldn’t hear him. it wasn’t till they reach the back of the house that they stopped and her father placed his hands on her shoulders, looked her right in the eye and spoke “ just survive, somehow. ” kissed her forehead and gave her a look that said it all. goodbye. i love you. i’ll hold them off. please survive. i’m sorry. she wanted to scream, scream that he could come with her, or that she’d stay and fight with him... or even die with him. he entire family fell, why did she get to live? but the look he sent her before turning to face the shadows of whoever killed her family told her everything. someone needed to survive this. SHE needed to survive this. so she did.

004. she took her time getting to northknot. it was the plan so she knew where she needed to go, but she was never prepared to make the journey alone. her mind just wasn’t in it. her heart wasn’t in surviving, she wanted to be with her family. but as weak as she felt, she knew she had to keep fighting. her heart and soul were broken, she really didn’t think that anyone or anything at northknot would make it better. but upon arriving she met this older woman... another wolf, and when the lady met her gaze alexis just felt like she could read her like an open book. hated it but also welcomed it at the same time. the lady took her in, helped her settle before introducing her to an alpha.. they all seemed patient with her. and eventually as time went on, the moon valley pack reminded her of her family... and while she felt like an outsider for awhile, they ended up becoming like a second family. it never truly fixed her, but it did make things easier.

005. NOW: she still lived with the woman who took her in and has been going to school at the university. bonds have been formed and while she will always miss her family and sometimes dazes off to think of them, she’s started living her life again. she’s happy here, or at least as happy as one can be after everything she went through. 

C O N N E C T I O N S

best friend. could be anyone, pack member or not, but just someone she bonded really well with. someone she can confide in. 

ex. it definitely took her awhile to come out of her shell to even think about dating but this person was her first real relationship since arriving to northknot. relationships like this aren’t always meant to last, so it really came as no surprise that they ended... (if you are willing to play her ex, we can talk about how exactly they ended)

friends. friends from school, work (i picture her working at a coffee shop or bookstore to help her with school), pack members, etc. anything and everything.

dislike. maybe a member from a different pack? or maybe even someone from her own pack and they didn’t trust her when she first arrived? idk. we could do anything with this. but it’d be fun.

#nktintro #a. king: intro #species: werewolf #yaaay #done #now i can work on replies #tw death #death tw #tw depression #depression tw

[rockcfellers]

 /   let  me  introduce  you  to  a  prized  member  of  our   student government   ,   arden rockefeller .  this   cisfemale  virgo   has  been  a  student  at  our  institution for   seven years   and  is  currently  a  21  year  old   junior.   through  the  halls ,   she  has   always  reminded  me  of   danielle rose russell  ,   but  there  is  always  more  than  meets  the  eye ,   like  the  fact  that  she managed to get somene’s admission to cape coral deferred a year for her own benefit .  coral  cape  has  made  their  future  just  as  bright  as  their  smile ,   i  assure  you .  ʼ      (   muse 10 ,  adri ,  19 ,  cst ,  she/her   )

go on, replace me, when you’re craving something sweeter than the words i left in your mouth, go on and spit me out

NAME — arden olivia rockefeller.

NICKNAMES — n/a? 

PRONOUNS — she/her.

AGE & DOB — 21 & august 23, 1998.

PLACE OF BIRTH — new york city, new york.

NATIONALITY — american.

MAJOR — psychology & political science.

EDUCATION — cape coral international school.

CLUBS — student government, unicef campus initiative, and lacrosse.

* background overview !

arden is twins with her brother, neels, both first born to this half of the rockefeller generation (he’s older by several minutes, but she’ll never attest to that) they’ve always been kinda close but never attached at the hip.

you know, i honestly feel like she had a fairly decent? childhood? like nothing was really wrong, just that her parents were always busy and never really gave the attention they should’ve to young children. 

she was typically always very bright and cheery to everyone, evoking a “your daughter’s so sweet” from most people she met, which felt like the biggest compliment to her, because it meant that someone thought she was nice even if they disliked the rest of her family for any given reason, kind of like a twisted self worth?

her parents definitely would’ve preferred she did something that seemed more feminine, but arden found a love for kickboxing and later lacrosse, the two sports a great place for her to channel her energy into, letting her mellow out when she’s going through her day to day routine.

arden’s still figuring out how to be both who she’s expected to be and who she wants to be without facing any real repercussions, but hasn’t quite gotten that part down yet.

it was always known she could come to cape coral, considering her family, but she’s lowkey really grateful that she was given the opportunity to study what she wanted where she wanted. 

that being said.... she’s still kinda a bitch. i mean, someone she knew from outside of cape coral wanted to applied and had gotten accepted, but arden had worried that they would interfere from her getting idk maybe a spot in the student government or accepted into her research program etc etc, so she talked to her grandfather and had their admission deferred a year so that her studies wouldn’t be affected.

* personality !

okay so,,,she is New so i’m still working out all the kinks but for the most part, she’s just.. neutral

before, she used to be like aggressively happy and cheery and nice. probably to compensate for the fact that everyone around her just seemed so mean.

she’s always hated being seen as weaker than or less than anyone else, which is partially why she’s taken up lacrosse and boxing, much to her grandfather’s distaste. 

now she’s more focused on herself and is capable of being able to brush off any kind of comment that comes from people she doesn’t feel like directly affect her, which isn’t a great mentality to have but neither is caring too much about what other people think

the part of her that was very kind and viewed life with a sweet naivety is there, but heavily guarded and buried. she just feels like, it’s not something that’ll do her much good rather than leave her looking a mess or fool when someone takes advantage of it.

she’s like,,,the person that isn’t afraid to knock you down a few pegs but will do so with the sweetest smile on her face to really seal the deal. 

she found an interest in politics, actually hating the way things were run but really enjoying finding out why people did and voted and favored the things they did, so she’s double majoring in psychology and political science

she tries to do everything on her own and hates asking for help, like even when she really needs to, but it’s mostly because really needing someone makes her uneasy because she’s always wondering if they’re going to leave her eventually or if they’re just using her or if they really don’t care about her the way she cares for them

that being said, she’s loyal as all hell to her loved ones. like will literally help you get away with murder if you asked her for help, once you’ve reached that point you are absolutely important to her.

* character tropes !

so she’s basically the maiden in the sense that she’s typically overly self confident and finds herself in positions where she’s stuck and needs help, whether it’s being in too many things at once and being too spread out or like in actual danger. arden heavily takes after her parents in the sense that she wants to be wholly capable of taking care of herself, the feeling of being dependent on someone making her uneasy. because of this, she finds herself in situations that could’ve been completely avoided if she had just taken a step off her high horse and admitted or realized she couldn’t do it on her own. the confidence she exhibits today was a learned trait however, arden getting her heartbroken by someone she had really loved taught her how to be comfortable with herself and just be a Badass, but protect the softer side to herself from then on.

* playlist !

wasabi — little mix:

stick like toffee, sip like coffee wake up, change your mind and drop me love to hate me, crazy, shady spit me out like hot wasabi lick me up, I'm sweet and salty mix it up and down my body love to hate me, praise me, shame me either way you talk about me

arden’s a strong believer in the quote by william shakespeare “love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, i will always be in your heart… if you hate me, i’ll always be in your mind.” she’s really aware of how she can come across as, but is really selective in who she cares to spend time showing her full self to. everyone else and every other opinion gets taken with a grain of salt. she’s definitely had friends that only used her for her name and then dropped her once they were done,she wasted no time moving on.

hold me while you wait — lewis capaldi:

i wish you'd cared a little more (hold me while you wait) i wish you'd told me this before (hold me while you wait) my love, my love, my love, my love won't you stay a while? (hold me while you wait)

a few years ago, she was in a relationship where she had cared a little bit too much about what they thought of her, finding herself seeking their approval for everything, truly believing this person was the sun. she fell hard and fast for them and they took advantage of this and cheated on her, thinking that they would get away with it… and they did for a while. arden tried to excuse it because of how much she loved them, but was starting to feel like she was never going to be good enough for them, but staying with them until things ultimately came to an end, still holding onto the hope that things would change. eventually she realized that she couldn’t keep holding onto that relationship forever and things ended.

winter — relic:

where am i going? i can’t see nothing but the road that’s out in front of me i think it’s snowing

arden’s the worst at multitasking and it shows even in her life. she’s very one track minded and knows what she wants out of it, but only sees one way to get there, so everything that’s the tiniest bit off her track, she gets thrown off completely and needs someone to just nicely push her back in the direction she was headed.

* aesthetics !

candle lights, the breathlessness felt when seeing big city skylines, scrunchies, tart strawberries dipped in sugar, iced coffee in mason jars, long swooping cursive, high-waisted jeans, half opened jewelry boxes, setting a new pen against fresh paper, standing outside during the middle of a sun-shower, tucked in shirts, a hand reaching out to catch you when you fall, golden hour. 

* wanted plots !

i’m the worst at coming up with things but,,,,, here’s a few 

general friends: honestly some from childhood, some from high school, others from college, give me New friend with the people coming on scholarship, anything

best friends: someone that’s been by her side for years, someone she’d literally trust with her whole life

ride or dies: honestly what it says, maybe like two or three of them that have been through the thick and thin of it but still have a really strong friendship in the end?

confidant: honestly, probably someone she’s close with, but doesn’t see on a regular basis? maybe they just box together from time to time to blow off steam? it helps if they’re not someone she’d see all the time, that way she’s not constantly staring her admission in the face

bad influence: someone who can teach her to let go and get out more, care even less about what others think, especially her parents. even if that’s taking her to parties or drinking/smoking alone in a room

exes ( good, bad, anything in between ): you know the drill, hit me with the good angst. (male, female, nb)

roommate ( probably a cape coral student ): arden doesn’t like needing people but that doesn’t mean she wants to be alone, they probably have a pretty nice place together ngl. i picture it being really cozy and nicely decorated?

hook ups: you also know this drill, sometimes you gotta blow off steam. (male, female, nb)

#capecoral:intro #/. intro

[pandabearisaunicorn]

Hydra’s Secret Weapon

Hydra’s Secret Weapon

Part 1

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Endgame Spoilers!! Small mentions of violence

Summary: As the world around you is crumbling down, half of the universe just gone and it leaves the rest of the Avengers into desperation and that’s when they find you. You and your two best friends who suppress special powers who could be key in defeating Thanos. Will they succeed or fail? That’s all up to you.

A/N: SOOO I came up with this idea of a storyline that happens during endgame, I just hope that it comes down on paper just as good as in my head. Fingers crossed! When written in cursive it’s flashbacks.Btw I apparently suck at writing this summary, might change that one up later idk (cringe face)

Masterlist  

The year was 1941, you had just finished your work shift at the local newspaper. Since you were a young female in the 40’s Germany it wasn’t easy getting a well-paid job so you took what you could get, even if that was cleaning the office.

It was the beginning of December and the wind blew cold on your face as you walked along the pavement. Your heels clicking with each step and your skirt and coat blowing in the harsh wind. You couldn’t wait to get home and warm yourself in front of the fireplace and gossip with your two best friends, Ellie and Elena.

You got to know the two sisters when you attended the local university and the three of you were inseparable ever since. Here you were, the three of you sharing a way to overpriced apartment in the center of Berlin and you couldn’t see your life without them. Since you lost your father to the war and your mother to illness they were the only thing that you could call family.

But, there’s always a but somewhere right? As you walked up to the front door of your apartment something felt different. You decided to turn the handle to see if the door was unlocked, something you never did knowing that the three of you always locked the door. Today it was open, your thoughts running towards that either Ellie or Elena must’ve forgotten, but they never did, did they?

You opened the door quietly and you were instantly met with dead piercing silence, something you weren’t used to. You took a big breath before continuing your pace into the apartment, leaving the door open. As you turned the corner you were met with both of your friends knocked out on the ground, a tall man dressed in all black sitting on one of the armchairs in front of the running fireplace. You looked at him in fear, his long fingers wrapped around a cigar and his eyes turned to look at you.

“I’ve been waiting for you Ms. y/l/n” He said, his voice low and intimidating. “It just so happens your friends here will do me so much more help than just you”

“What do want?” You asked, meaning for it to sound just as intimidating as his words but you failed, your words coming out more like a whimper than a threat.

“Oh darlin’ you’re going to be my secret weapon” his voice growing darker and his eyes black as he looked you up and down. You turned away from him, trying to escape. “No need to try to run away from me darlin’ you’ll only end up more hurt”

And just like that you felt something hit you in the back of the head harshly and you fell to the floor, everything turning black.

....

You woke up with a heavy chest and sweat running down your forehead, instantly looking around the room. You breathed out as you realized you were still in your small studio apartment in Brooklyn. The memories from your past still engraved in your mind and came to haunt you at night.

The three of you was able to run away from your kidnapper five years ago, that was in 2017, it’s now 2023 and you had been living under your kidnappers roof for over 80 years. You stopped counting centuries ago.

As the years passed you started to search for information about your kidnapper, realising that the name of the organization was Hydra and their original head courter was here in the United States. Due to your “work” you had been all around the world doing their dirty work, such as murder. All that while all three of you were experimented on. They wanted to create the most vicious and dangerous assassin they could. They had started with the super soldier serum that Dr. Abraham Erskine created in the 1940’s and made the oh so famous Captain America, what a joke. The story still made you laugh as you couldn’t imagine anything good coming out of a serum like that.

The second thing to come off that serum was the Winter Soldier, a man you feared for your life, the man who nearly killed you because you talked up to your boss. So, yeah you thought it was filled with humor that something good could come out of that.

Then there was the three of you, they had other plans for you. They did inject the super soldier serum but that didn’t stop them. They wanted to create a weapon, a human weapon to end their enemies and whoever stood in the way of them not succeeding. So, they created the ultimate trio, not just one but three. They managed to work in your DNA, making you inhumanly fast, inhumanly strong. They created a piece in your mind so you enveloped telekinesis, so you could move things with your mind including yourself and other people. A trait they used in their advantage and tortured you to only use it on their command. That’s what they did to all three of you, torturing and creating the perfect well trained assassins.

As they used the three of you for their personal use they froze you down alongside the Winter Soldier to keep you young and mind washed. To say the least not an easy time for you.

And now here you were, five years free and five years since people around you just turned to dust. You were happy that you had Ellie and Elena with you and none of them turned to dust in your hands.

You took another breath before stepping out of the bed and in to the small kitchen, turning on the coffeemaker and taking your red mug from the second shelf. Sighing in relief as you smelt the fresh smelled of coffee in the morning.

“Oh god do I love it when you make coffee in the morning” Elena groaned in her German accent as she walked into the kitchen.

“I know you do” You said, your face still towards the window above the sink.

“You know, you could use your powers for that” Elena stated as she sat down on one of the chairs around your round kitchen table, leaning against the red brick wall behind her.

“Yeah I know, it just feels good to do it by hand you know, somewhat feel normal” You said as you poured the fresh brewed coffee into your red mug and her green one.

“Yeah I know what you mean, I just feel better when I can use it for something good rather than bad” Her voice low and her eyes looking up at you as you set her cup down in front of you.

“Yeah and you’re getting good at that” you said and sat opposite her. “Wish I was”

“You will” she said and put her hand over yours.

....

Meanwhile back at the Avengers Compound, Natasha Romanoff was still searching for ways to bring all of these people back from the snap and looking for her friend Clint Barton at the same time. Whom everyone around her kept saying was a lost cause and she didn’t want to believe that at all. Yet she found herself crying every time she was alone, it was more of a routine now a days. 

That’s how Steve found her that afternoon, crying. Her feet up on the desk, hands covering her face and tear stained cheeks. Her blond bob had now grown out long and her bright red hair back, only the tips still bleached. He thought she looked just like herself except the tear stained cheeks, it wasn’t like her or more like the old her, now this was something he had to see daily.

“Found anything?” Steve asks as he sits down opposite her, her hands falling to her lap and her eyes glued on the images In front of her.

“No, it’s dead” She mumbled before raising to her feet. Seeing a picture of three girls all dressed in black leather head to toe. “Wait a minute”

“What is it?” Steve asks as he studies her features for any sign of what was coming.

“They, they’re real. I’ve always heard stories of these inhuman assassins that have incredible powers” She rambled on as she searched the web for them.

“You want to get help by assassins?” He asked in disbelief.

“I am one remember? Your friend Bucky is one. Maybe these girls are just like us, brainwashed and tortured. What if these girls can help us defeat Thanos? Steve we need to give this a chance? It’s just us now, we need more people on board” She exclaimed, he looked up at her and then at the picture of the three girls. 

She was right, to him they looked normal in the latest picture they were out having lunch or something, laughing and joking around. They looked like any group of girlfriends, normal. Maybe it was worth a try.

...

You were currently seated at the kitchen table reading today’s paper, that was something you kept doing as a reminder of your past. Elena was seated opposite you, her face stuck in her computer and she tried to get down with the kids as Ellie said. Everything was easier for Ellie, she was 10 years younger than you were which made her 16 the year all of you were taken away. Elena and you shared the same birth year, 1914, which made the two of you 26 at the time. Now 83 years later you were 109 years old, nothing you could see if you looked in the mirror, it was almost unbelievable that you could stay young for so long. Not a single grey hair or wrinkle in sight.

As Ellie were just turned 16 when you were taken she missed a lot in her school years so you and Elena decided that it was best for her to continue her last school years and trying to have a somewhat normal high school experience. She wasn’t hyped about it the first time you guys brought it up but when she came home after her fifth day at school and was talking nonstop about this boy Peter you knew she was enjoying herself.

You were just about to turn the page when there was a loud knock on the door, both you and Elena looking up at each other in confusion.

“Who could that possibly be?” Elena asked as you stood up to answer the door.

“I have no idea” You mumbled out as you slowly opened the door, still afraid of who’ll find you.

You were met by a petite yet well trained woman, her hair long and red yet her the tips of her hair bleached. She was stunning, you thought to yourself as you looked confused at her. She smiled warmly at you before opening her mouth to talk. 

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, I just wanted to talk to you about something really important”

“I’m sorry but I don’t want to hear it” You said and ready to close the door her hand came up to keep it open.

“Trust me y/n, you want to hear about this” The woman named Natasha said, her now warm look gone with desperation.

“Let her at least tell us what she wants” Elena said behind you and you looked over at her.

“Fine” You said and let her inside your small apartment.

She looked around the place as you closed the door behind her. Elena mentioned for her to sit down at the table as she grabbed another mug from the cabinet and pouring up some coffee for her which she gladly took.

“So, for the record I always thought you guys were a myth” Natasha started off as all of you were sat around the table.

“Well, clearly not a myth” You said with a smile, clearly warming up to her as time passed.

“Yeah well I’ve done my research on you and we need your help” She said and looked desperate at the two of you. “Though I was sure you were three”

“Yeah we are, Ellie’s at school. Why do you want our help?” Elena said, her accent thicker when the nervousness took over her.

“Oh alright, we need your help to defeat Thanos’ snap, when he erased half of the universe he took away son many lives including a lot of people we hold dear” Natasha explained and you just got more confused.

“Who are you anyways? And who’s Thanos? Can we really trust you?” You blurted out which only made her laugh.

“Of course you can, I’m with the Avengers, I’m sure you heard about us sometime” She said and that name sure did ring a bell.

“Yeah, that gang of superheroes who save the world? Yeah heard about you” Elena said and her voice filled with despite as you know what she thought about them.

“We are not as bad as you think Elena” Natasha said and she sure impressed you with her research skill.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to sound offensive” Elena said as you took another sip of your coffee.

“So why do want our help? The only thing our powers are good at is dark stuff” You said and Natasha looked up at you, her eyes filled with empathy as a small smile spread across her lips.

“No it’s not, your powers could help us with so much and for good! We will help you train, help you control your powers and I’m sure you’re great at helping us finding a way to reverse Thanos’ snap” Natasha said and you thought about giving it a chance.

“If we say yes to this, where will we go and when?” You said and Elena looked at you in shock.

“Preferably today and to the Avengers Compound about 1 hour from the city” Natasha said and you looked over at Elena, her face confused yet she nodded at you.

“Yes, we want to help” You said and a wide smile spread across Natasha’s lips, a genuine one and it was sure contagious as you could feel a smile spread across your own.

Yes, you truly did believe that this could be a fresh new start for your little family yet you were terrified of what will happen and if you could really control your powers, you had always had a hard time with that. So yeah, you were completely terrified.

 To be continued...

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #The Avengers #avengers x reader #natasha romanoff #pandabearisaunicron #Thor Odinson #peter parker #thanos #endgame

[og-danny-dorito]

Hannibal Lecter Headcanons

(my gay ass over here thirsting over a godamned cannibal, why did god create this walking disaster of horniness and unbridled depression)

S F W :

- as you may know, Hannibal Lecter is a man no short of expectations, a walking spectacle of perfection itself on the surface but a complicated being underneath to test the limits of what a monster really means

- he smokes

- while he's not an avid chain smoker he does do it every once in a while, like after killing someone who was particularly difficult or pondering something that requires deep thought

- he understands if you don't smoke or don't want to have him smoking around you, he'd rather be polite than give into whatever desire he's feeling. he can't stand the shitty ones though, they're just nasty

- he's had a lot of lovers in his life, but he only remembers vividly the few that did not try to change some of his habits out of fear

- he doesn't feel much emotion at all, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel

- although he may not admit it, he wants to be accepted by whoever he cares for over all else. this can tie back to his sister, although he barely feels it since when he was a very young man, not long after her death. he'd rather feel needed, wanted really. but this is only felt in certain moments, such as sitting in silence in a room with someone or watching their movements as they do basic actions that's can entail deeper meanings

- he's very, very good at body language and how to interpret it (obviously) and how to deal with social situations

- as a physiologist he's seen a lot of different mental cases, states of mind, viewpoints, problems, etc. and so being in a relationship with someone who might have something along those lines is literally not a problem (i mean he technically fell in love with will so-)

- I mean it's his job, so he knows how to calm down someone having a panic attack in no time, but if it'ssomeone closer to him he may have a moment of concern before dealing with it accordingly

- feelings aren't exactly something he's used to, for the most part so it'll freak him out a little if he finds himself caring for someone fairly easily. of course he still feels, it's just not as intense as it used to be. it's partially why he “slips” easily when there's a particular event with someone he genuinely cares about, leaving him in a slightly shocked state of acting upon instinct before treating it like anything else

- he's very self controlled, both physically and mentally

- I headcanon that when he was a teenager/young adult (watch Hannibal Rising to get what I mean) he was much less in control of what he felt in that moment. for instance, crying when Lady Murasaki told him to forgive the men he was intending to kill. it must've hurt to have someone so close to him be so disgusted with him like that

- this can also mean that he only feels afflicted emotionally by those he's very close to. lovers not really, but people he considers as those he needs to be up to a particular standard to outside of the realm of decency? it hurts when you look at him like you're scared of him, dissaproving of what he's doing as if you're negating his efforts

- he cares about you, only you

- seriously, there's not much he genuinely cares about enough to want to keep safe for all eternity, but you're his everything. you're not just some fucktoy, you're a person, a mind, and he wants to control and watch you tick like a clock he intends to take apart and rebuild. seriously, he just wants you to love him as much as he loves you

- it's very likely that you were kidnapped against your will

- he doesn't want a partner he can control, or minipulate easily without a serious challenge. he's not much of a sadist, but he'd like to see you strain under whatever kindof inflictions he's dealing mentally. he wants to see you resist, try to fight back. it's no time any fun to dissect something that's fragile and weak

- like Michael Myers (Aka: 100% That Bitch) he wants someone strong and full of courage, someone he can see fighting for the innocent or fighting to protect something till the end of the line. your courage is what really gets to him, the fact that you won't let anyone run over you regardless of who they are

- your fighting spirit also gets him just a little bit exited when you talk back to him or snap at him when he's angry with you just an fyi

- anyway back to the less horny shit

- this may seem off topic but do you remember when deadpool’s creator said he was “pansexual” by giving a really bad definition for it and lowkey seeming kindof ignorant on what being pansexual is?

- Hannibal is sort of like that pansexual, but think of him as only liking someone when it's convenient. usually he only pretends to be romantically interested in someone because it gains him the upper hand, both males and females, but down to his core he's probably not capable of falling in love with someone unless he seriously, genuinely means it. so far this has only been males and females (cough cough lady murasaki, will graham, etc. cough cough)

- for him to genuinely love someone you need to first love him platonically, actually giving off the feeling of really caring for his wellbeing, even if he does eat people. unless he doesn't really like you prior to having you love him, he'll end up finding himself drawn to you

- it's very rare that he'll love someone first, but in the instance he does it'll probably end in a Stockholm Syndrome sort of thing where you end up loving him eventually. it's kindof dogmatic, but I mean that's just how it is. he's an intelligent psychopath with an understand of humans’ brain patterns. do you really not expect him to use that to his advantage?

- if you do expect it tho and you're still into that then you may just be a horny bastard dude idk what to tell u

- phsycially id suspect that he'd want someone who physically is weaker than him. it's a reminder of sorts, that he still has power over you no matter what. if you're shorter he's definitely into that too but this doesn't mean he isn't into beefcakes

- tbh, he kindof likes a rugged sort of look on someone. while he does like to feel powerful, he also enjoys being able to have a worthy opponent. scars are also fascinating to him. to him it's almost like art, precious and unique in their own way. plus, he himself said they were reminders of the past, so they must have good stories attached to them

- oOO ppl in suits are nice too. like godam dude if you walk up wearing a nice suit looking all clean cut n shit there's a 100% chance you're getting rawed before you can even walk out the door

- in his free time, he'd rather spend time with you above all else. simply having you in the room is nice for him, regardless of how busy he is. if he's working he'd prefer you on his lap or sitting right next to him

- physical affection is something he's actually pretty damn good with, considering his hand is almost always on you. you can think of this as one of his Jedi mind tricks to let you know you're his, but he's kindof shy about it in public the first time

- but his shyness changes once he sees that if his hand isn't directly on you people...gawk at you. and he HATES that

- you'll feel a sudden hand fly to your waist, pulling you closer as he seems not to even register what he's doing. you squeak

- “h-hey! What was that for?”

- “Should I have asked permission first, or do you like the roughness?”

- “Is this because that guy was looking at me too much?”

- “...are you implying that I'm jealous?”

- “Oh my god-”

- yeah, he’ll deny it when asked if he's being jealous, but he is. he's very, very jealous and very very possessive. of course he's already pretty well composed, and he's a master at hiding his facial expressions, but that doesn't mean he won't quirk a brow or exhale slowly if you're being provoked in any way shape or form. expect the person who was annoying you to be gone. but don't worry about their suspicious dissapearence, instead sit down and have dinner! he's serving a nice pot pie with some Brussels sprouts and whatever other side dish you want! where'd the meat come from? that's not important, just relax

- he's sure he made the person more exquisite now that you actually enjoy them without having to talk to them

- oh! he obviously does most of the cooking, but if you can cook he's definitely up to critique and give you advice. of course you can only use his cuts of meat, and he'd much rather help you with cooking than let you do all the work. domestically he's the perfect partner since he's already fairly good at living on his own, and prefers to take care of others rather than get taken care of

- idealy he'd like to go out to a nice place to eat for a date, or just spending some time alone with you in front of the fire is fine with him. as long as you're near him. he dislikes places where there's too many people or just not a good area of town to be in in the first place, but honestly he's always been inclined to things that reek of upper class or fancy themes

- he loves to spoil you too, buying you nice things or nice clothes and making you wear them almost all the time. he doesn't really expect anything in return, but if you can't figure out a gift that's within your paycheck you can always make him something or pay him in - EHEM - other ways (you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

- although it's kindof sad, he's got a lot of ptsd from when he was a child. of course he's not open to talking about it, but just staying with him when he has a nightmare or placing your hands on his waist when he's in that state will calm him down in no time, although it's very rare 

- he'd never hurt you, but he can grow a bit distant at times when he's particularly angry. if your relationship is more manipulative, he might resort to mental abuse as a way to keep you in line. but it's unlikely you'll even be living for very long if that's what your relationship is

- hannibal’s a man of few words, so he may not say I love you very often. he means it though when he does, although it's hard to get out the first time

- he's a one of a kind lover outside of the whole killing people thing, so once you actually get used to his cannibalistic ways and meet all his standards so as not to hurt you, expect to be treated like a queen/king that even outshines the greatest nobles. you are his, and it will take divine intervention from Satan himself to keep you apart as far as he's concerned

#hannibal lecter #hannibal #Hannibal 2013 #silence of the lambs #movies books #headcanons #hannibal Lecter headcanons #hannibal the cannibal #hannibal headcanons #horror #horror movies #horror shows #horror headcanons

[waywardrose13]

Morrigan- Part One

Request from @thefaithfulwriter: Can I request a dean reader were the reader is very shy like stuttering and has glasses and is underestimated by everyone but really she is very powerful because she is possessed by someone like the character enchantress like off of suicide squad but they are very close to each other like they can talk to eachother and they are close bc the reader was being abused and the enchantress possessed the reader bc the reader help her escape so there very close but the guys never knew and when dean shows interest in the reader she trys to keep her distance bc she doesn't want anyone to find out about being possessed but her secret comes out when she has to save everyone like cas jack sam and dean from a group of demons or something( and if she can like transform it the enchantress like from suicide squad but has black wings with horns on top of that if possible) and she ends up saving them all but passing out bc she used to much energy and dean confronts her on his feels and she tells him how she feels about him and then they all get to meet enchantress and idk how you would want to end it I just want the reader to feel loved and appreciated even if she has a bad past and has glasses and stutters sorry if that's to much

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4981

Warnings: Angst, language, past abusive relationship, scared/triggered!Reader

A/N: Written for @badthingshappenbingo- Superpower overload & @spndeanbingo- Free space

This will be two parts. Send me an ask if you want to be tagged:)

The bunker was quiet.

It was mid December, one of my favorite parts of the year. The leaves had fallen, reds and yellows and browns mixing with the greens of the grasses, the air finally cold after the sweltering heat of the summer and the cool of the autumn. I never was a fan of the heat, even less so after Morrigan. She didn’t like the heat much, either.

I closed the door to my room softly, padding down the hallway to the kitchen. It was late, nearly three in the morning. Morrigan was a night owl, and we seemed to find our sleep schedule fluctuating with the seasons and moon cycles. We’ve slept more during the day lately, usually up until dawn most nights. Winter always kept us awake more.

Opening the fridge, I pulled out a bowl of fruit I had made previously in the day and set it on the counter before grabbing a fork.

I told you that you’d prefer the fruit.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

You should just accept the fact I’m always right. I could feel her smirking.

“Shut up,” I scoffed, a smile hinting on my lips. I felt her smile smally.

“Who are you talking to?” I jumped at the deep voice behind me, spinning around with a strawberry on my fork.

Dean Winchester stood at the entryway to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. His sweatpants hung lowly on his hips, clad only in a t-shirt, which was a rare sight all on its own. He looked at me strangely, and I struggled for an answer.

“Uh… Nobody.”

Nice save.

I fought the urge to give her a bitch face.

“I thought I heard you talking,” Dean said, walking into the kitchen. He peered into my bowl, face scrunching up as he spotted the fruit. “Aren’t you tired?”

“No,” I said, popping the strawberry in my mouth. I pushed up my glasses, raising a brow at him. “So, uh… Why-why are you up?”

“I heard you walking around,” Dean said shrugging. “Thought I’d see what you were up to. Wondered what you were doing up so late- or, early, I guess.”

“I’m not tired I suppose,” I muttered, stabbing a blackberry with my fork. Morrigan had messed with my sleep schedule since she’d possessed my body. It frankly was quite annoying, the way it changed so much. Some days we’d sleep through the sun, others we would sleep like regular people. She never could make up her mind.

Dean gave me a look before leaning against the counter, his emerald eyes trained on me as I ate my fruit quietly. He reached over and grabbed a grape, eyeing it before eating it. His nose wrinkled and he gave me a side glance.

“You and Sam… I don’t understand it.” He shook his head.

I snorted, swallowing a mouthful of fruit. “Oh, I forgot to-forgot to tell you. I’m heading out tomorrow. Solo-solo hunt.”

He raised a brow. “Solo, huh? Reliving the old days? Sure you don’t want me or Sam to come with you?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I nodded, pushing up my glasses again. “I kin-kinda want some alone time, anyway. It’s just a simple salt and burn.”

Which was a total lie. Truth was, Morrigan was getting antsy. She hadn’t come to light in a while, and it began taking a bit of a toll on me and her. My moods changed too quickly, and I could feel her energy a bit too heavily a few days ago, nearly making me pass out. There was a case, a pack of werewolves actually. It would be too difficult for one person, but easy as pie for Morrigan. This way, she’d have some light and a dangerous pack would be taken out.

“Alright,” Dean sighed, pushing off the counter. “Let me know if you change your mind. I’m gonna try and catch some more shut eye.”

“Okay. Good night, Dean,” I said quietly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

***

The bed dipped slightly under her weight. Morrigan twitched inside her body, anxious to get out. Y/N sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair.

“Veni foras,” she whispered, closing her eyes and allowing her soul to the back of her body. It felt as though a rubber band had snapped inside, and suddenly Morrigan was brought to light, Y/N’s body transforming into Morrigan’s.

Morrigan stood up, walking to the mirror, flexing out her hands and rolling her shoulders. She smiled at her reflection, giddy to finally be in control again. She took off Y/N’s glasses, not needing them anymore, and set them gently down onto the shelf under the mirror.

Two small, black horns protruded from her head, rising out of raven black hair. It cascaded down like a waterfall, nearly the same color as the two wings growing from her back, a hint of deep crimson showing in the feathers as she moved them in the light. She was clad in black armour, a corset around her torso, her legs protected by gear resembling one of a knight’s. A cloak wrapped around her shoulders, trailing down between her wings. Made of crow feathers, it was jet black and gave the illusion that she was much larger than she was, appearing even more intimidating. The shoulders were flared out; small, silver, curved spikes shining in the dim light of the room as she moved. Her eyes were smothered in black, giving her a ghostly look that would make shivers run down anyone’s spine.

She turned away from the mirror, a devilish smirk on her face as she took a deep breath, transporting herself from the room to outside the farm the wolves were inhabiting. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, raising her arms and calling out to Mortem.

A caw echoed through the field, a great crow suddenly flying across the sky and in front of the moon. Morrigan held up her arm, which was armored as well, waiting. The crow swooped down, landing swiftly on her arm, cawing at her again.

“Hello again, my pet,” she said, voice like silver. Mortem shifted, flapping his wings and flying up to perch on her shoulder. He was old, almost as old as she was, soaring the planet for hundreds of years, and he always answered her call, ready to serve alongside her in battle. She raised her hand and ran her fingers lightly over his feathers, crystal blue eyes flickering over to the barn and small house. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

I know you won’t, Morrigan. Enjoy the moon.

The sorceress looked up, a dark smile gracing her features as the full moon rose in the dark, spreading its light across the field and her pale face. “That I will.”

***

The wolves were taken care of rather quickly, no match against an enchantress like Morrigan. She felt much more calm and sated, the anger that had bubbled within her and transferred to Y/N over the past few weeks had dissipated. She sighed, not quite wanting to return back to her hiding place inside Y/N’s body. She never, not once, took advantage of her possession over her. After Y/N gave her the spotlight, she’d always return it, never forcing the girl into giving it over to her.

Morrigan had possessed Y/N almost two years ago.

She was trapped inside a moon stone, one that was inside Y/N’s ring she never took off. Morrigan was cursed to live inside the stone until the owner called out for help, and then, and only then, was she freed.

Y/N’s boyfriend at the time was an abusive bastard. It was rare when she didn’t have a bruise and she flinched at every little thing. Morrigan had grown close to the shy girl, watching as she wanted to fight back, but just wasn’t strong enough. Finally, Trent had taken her ring out of spite, laughing as Y/N yelled at him to give it back as he crushed in under his hammer, destroying many of her possessions.

But it freed Morrigan.

She found Y/N, explaining to her that she wasn’t strong enough to withstand a spectral life force. She promised Y/N not to harm or take advantage of their situation, telling her that she could protect her. Y/N agreed, and when Trent had returned from destroying her room, bringing the hammer up in the air, ready to strike, Morrigan made herself present, beating Trent to a pulp and scaring him enough that he never bothered Y/N again.

After that, Y/N and Morrigan grew quite close. Morrigan never had taken advantage of their companionship, enjoying the simple life with Y/N. She preferred to live in the dark, taking shelter inside Y/N’s mind, coming to light only when needed to, or when she got antsy. She and Y/N talked often, and Y/N soon found Morrigan her only true companion after Trent until she met the Winchesters.

Y/N had always been shy. She was quiet and introverted. She was surprised at how talkative she was with the brothers. Of course, she got nervous, especially around the oldest brother. She’s awkward and stutters, she wears thick rimmed, hipster glasses and keeps her hair simply down or in a ponytail most of the time. She still finds herself flinching time to time, and she can’t seem to trust people easily. It took a long time to finally open up to the Winchesters, and they still don’t know all about her past.

Morrigan sighed, transporting back into the motel room. Mortem fluttered his wings, flapping to perch on the top of the mirror. Morrigan’s eyes trained on her reflection again, another sigh escaping her lips.

You don’t have to go back so soon.

Morrigan’s lip twitched. “Yes I do,” she said. “The boys will be wondering where you are.”

It’s barely been a day. I’ll be fine.

“Are you sure?” Morrigan asked, furrowing her brows.

I’m sure.

She smiled. “Thank you, Y/N.”

Three Weeks Later

Dean dropped the duffel bag onto the motel room table, unzipping it and reaching inside. I caught the shotgun easily as he tossed it to me, and the angel blade after that.

“You know what to do when we get there?” He asked, giving me a look. His emerald eyes trained on mine, and my knees felt weak.

“Yes. I know what- I know what to do,” I said.

He nodded, looking over at Sam.

“Look, we get in, we get out. Shoot first, ask questions later. We grab Jack, and get the hell outta dodge, got it?” Dean said, looking between me, Cas, and his brother.

“Yeah, got it.” Sam’s jaw tightened and I let out a long breath.

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” Dean said, hoisting the bag onto his shoulder. “Let’s do this.”

***

If you need backup-

“I’ll be fine,” I muttered. I surveyed the area around me, taking in the cracked walls of the old warehouse and broken shelves. “Besides, it’s not the greatest idea to spring the idea that you’re possessing me on Sam and Dean like this.”

I wouldn’t call it possessing per se.

I snorted.

Maybe… kindly inhabiting.

“Oh yeah, ‘cause that’s better.” I rolled my eyes.

Sounds better than “possessing.”

“Whatever.” I turned the corner, squinting my eyes into the darkness.

The four of us had split up, against Sam’s better judgement. The demons who had taken Jack ran in a tight circle, and there was a lot of them. I hadn’t run into any yet, but I had the inkling that they all were guarding Jack. There was no doubt that they knew we were here.

Pushing open a door, I stopped dead in my tracks as my eyes adjusted to the scene.

Sam, Dean and Cas were all being held by two demons each, beaten and bloody. The number of demons inside the room was astounding, and there had to be at least twenty-five. Jack sat in a chair in the center of the room, chained and unconscious. I swallowed thickly, holding up the angel blade.

“There she is!” A demon said. He stepped forward, smiling. “We were wondering what was taking so long.”

“She was talking to herself,” a voice said behind me. I whipped around, coming face to face with another one. He looked up at the brothers. “You know she was this crazy?”

I jerked the blade up, plunging it into his rib cage, puncturing the heart. Sparks burned from his eyes and mouth, and he collapsed to the ground. Turning around, I raised a brow.

“My, oh my,” the first demon said.

“Y/N,” Dean said. My eyes flickered to him. “Run. Get out of here.”

My eyes lingered on him for a moment, and I felt a torn expression flash over my face. I didn’t stand a chance against these demons. But I couldn’t leave Dean. I gave him a defiant look before moving my eyes back to the demon.

“Oh,” he said smiling. “You’ve got a thing for the older Winchester… don’t you?”

I took a step forward.

Y/N. Stop it.

My eyes flickered over to Dean again. He was giving me a pained look.

“You do… don’t you? This is too good,” the demon said, chuckling darkly. “Kill him.”

My eyes widened as a demon moved in front of Dean, Sam’s knife in hand. He reared it back, readying to plunge it into Dean’s abdomen.

Y/N, don’t!

“No!” I screamed, running forward. Panicking, I yelled the first thing I could think of, the thing I absolutely didn’t want to do. “Veni foras!”

And suddenly, I was put to the back burner. Morrigan shifted into gear quickly, her mace forming in her hand. She swung it, taking the demon’s head clean off. Orange flickered in its body, and it was then that I realized how much I’d underestimated Morrigan and her weapons.

I could feel her anger. She was pissed for putting us into danger like that. If I hadn’t said those words, we both would have been goners. She knew the extent of what I’d do for Dean, and it scared the shit out of her. I’ve jumped in front of him numerous times, Morrigan scolding me after each one.

But I realized that I may not have a place by the Winchesters’ sides after this. I kept Morrigan a secret for nearly a year and half. I remember Dean telling me how angry Sam was after he found out about Gadreel. And I wasn’t even related to them.

The brothers’ and Castiel’s faces were set in stone shocked. They watched as Morrigan made her way around the room, fighting off each demon easily. Some with her mace, others with the red magic that shot from her fingers. But I could feel the energy waning. She, of course, would be fine. But her possession itself took a toll on my body physically. The magic being shot from her fingers fed from both of us. It came naturally to her, but it was taken directly from my energy source. Something sharp lodged itself in her right wing, tearing through the feathers and muscle. She let out a yelp, which I reciprocated inside our minds, eyes burning red as she hissed.

***

“Mortem!” Morrigan called, and she swung the mace around, spinning towards the demon who threw the knife, her blade soaring through the air and slicing through the demon’s jugular.

A raven soared through a broken skylight, a caw bouncing off the crumbling walls. The men looked up at it, puzzled expressions crossing their features. Mortem joined Morrigan by her side, eyes burning a matching red as he swooped down, using his beak to peck at the demon’s eyes and slice at their throats with his talons.

“Who are you?” The first demon asked, platinum blond hair shining in the moon rays streaming through the skylight. Morrigan smirked, tilting her head.

“Valkin,” she said, buttery voice making the men’s eyes widen a bit. She took a few steps forward, but it seemed more like a float. Her graceful walk was captivating, the way she moved the definition of utter perfection. She was absolutely dazzling, but also extremely intimidating Dean noted, and none of the men seemed to be able to take their eyes off her. Both in fear and curiosity.

She looked like Y/N. Of course she did, it was her body. But the wings and the horns and the slight differences like eye color and attire made it clear that she wasn’t anything remotely human, and it startled Dean to think about what they’d have to do after this.

“What a pleasure,” Morrigan said, bowing mockingly. She kept her crystal eyes on Valkin the entire time, a sultry smirk on her face. A smirk that none of the men had ever seen occupy Y/N’s face.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Valkin said. “Not here.”

“Hm.” Morrigan began walking in a large circle around the demon. Inquisitiveness filled Dean. Valkin seemed… scared. He visibly shook, and his jaw was set tight. However, he made no move to escape.

“So, you killed the rest of them. Get it over with,” Valkin said. He stood straight, letting out a breath.

Morrigan laughed, a bell like laugh that had a dark undertone to it. “What a coward you are.” She stopped circling when she was in front of him again. “Won’t even try to fight back.”

A scream erupted from the demon as his head was thrown back, black smoke shooting from his mouth. Morrigan’s face changed to one of fury, and she raised her fist, the red magic swirling around it. The smoke stopped, before spiraling down to her fist. She opened her hand, laying it palm up. The smoke lingered over her hand for a moment, before the red magic shot up at it, the smoke dispersing in a shock of orange.

But when she was done, Dean charged.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, watching as he raised his blade high in the air, ready to strike, and Morrigan didn’t even flinch.

“Hurt me, it hurts her,” she said. His eyes widened again at how different the voice was. He took a step back, not lowering the blade.

“Who are you?”

“I’m not sure that concerns you,” she said, narrowing her eyes. She winced as her wing moved, blood dripping from the wound.

“What… are you?” Castiel asked, taking a few steps forward.

“That’s none of your concern either,” she said. “Now, if you do anything to harm Y/N… it will be the last thing you do. Understand?”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Dean snarled. Morrigan’s eyes locked with his, flashing red. He cringed.

“The one who won’t hesitate to end you if you touch her,” she hissed. “Just ask Trent Rider.”

“Her ex boyfriend?” Sam asked.

Morrigan smirked. “Let’s just say he won’t be around to tell the tale.” She licked her lips, pearly teeth gleaming.

Sam swallowed thickly.

In the blink of an eye, Morrigan began to transform. Dean took a step back, watching as her body morphed back into Y/N’s.

***

I blinked a few times, my vision blurring around the edges. My shoulder stung from where the blade cut through her wing, and I felt myself sway.

“Y/N?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” I said, my hand pressing against my temple.

“What the fuck?” He growled, charging towards me. His hand gripped my arm, and I flinched, suddenly reeling back into my Trent days. He jerked his hand back, and his eyes widened as mine rolled back into my head.

***

Y/N…

I groaned, shifting on the bed, moaning in pain as my shoulder flared.

Y/N… You have to wake up.

My eyes blinked open, the edges fuzzy. My body felt heavy and drained, the energy Morrigan took from me making me weak. I tried to push myself up, but my hand was stopped, a metal clinking sound making me flinch.

Y/N, please stay calm. Everything will be okay…

My heart leapt to my throat as old memories resurfaced. It’s like I could feel him again; the pain. The metal dug into my wrist and I pulled on it, whimpering as I realized both hands were bound and there was no way out. I leaned back on the pillows behind me, slightly elevated but not enough to be sitting up completely.

“Morrigan?” I asked, panic evident in my voice. Tears welled in my eyes as I suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“So that’s her name?” A deep voice said beside me. I gasped, head snapping to the sound. Dean stood from his chair, angel blade in hand as he moved to tower over me. I found myself shrinking, Dean’s stance and all-too-familiar anger bringing me back to Trent’s rage induced assaults.

“Dean, please. I can-I can explain but you gotta-gotta let me out of these cuffs. I be-eg you,” I pleaded, blinking a few times as I realized I didn’t have my glasses. As he bent down, his face got blurrier and it made me even more anxious.

“Why the hell should I do that?” He hissed. There was just anger in his voice; no sympathy or understanding. Pure rage radiated off the man I love, and I could hear my heart breaking.

“Because you know me,” I whispered. “You know what kind of person I am. You know that I’m not a- not a monster.”

“No, but she is,” he said.

“No, she’s not,” I said, suddenly furious.

Y/N, let me out. I can help.

“Quiet, Morrigan,” I muttered as quiet as I can. But Dean still heard.

“You can talk to her?” He asked. I didn’t answer him.

No, he’s going to hurt you. Let me out before he does or else I’ll be forced to hurt him.

“No, Morrigan!” I insisted, turning my head away from Dean.

“Hey! Answer me!” He said, gripping my chin tightly. I yelped and flinched, Trent’s face flashing through my mind as he held onto me. He didn’t let go, though, not like before. He gripped me tighter, ignoring my tears.

That’s it. Now, Y/N.

I knew she was right. He wouldn’t relent. Letting out a shaky breath, I let her out. “Veni foras.”

I was snapped to the back of my mind, and a furious snarl found its way onto my face as Morrigan took over.

***

Dean jumped back as Y/N’s body morphed, and suddenly she was gone. Morrigan appeared on the other side of the room, her cape was missing, and her wings were spread wider than before, the feathers ruffling.

“I warned you, Winchester,” she said. “I told you not to touch her.”

“Yeah, well-” he shrugged- “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Foolish human,” she spit. “You’re all the damn same. I should have known you would be the same, too. She said you were different. That you wouldn’t treat her like Trent did. I warned her. I told her, I could see the darkness in you. But she still saw the light. Thought you were good.”

“You don’t know shit about me,” Dean hissed.

“Don’t I?” Morrigan smirked. “Dean Winchester. Thirty-eight. Aquarius. Has a secret anime addiction, and likes the feel of women’s underwear.” She laughed at his red cheeks. “Shall we get into the darker stuff?” She moved a few feet towards him. “You think about hell sometimes. What you did there. You feel guilt, sure. But you also remember the euphoria that cutting into those souls brought. You remember the high you had from watching them scream in agony, agony you inflicted. You look at people sometimes, and wonder what it would feel like to break them.” She smirked again. “You look at Y/N sometimes. More than others do. You find her fascinating, but now you wonder how it would feel to break her, too.”

Morrigan felt Y/N shudder, her heart shattering at that.

Morrigan, please.

“Isn’t that right, Dean?”

“No,” the hunter said. “It’s not.”

“Yes it is,” Morrigan barked. “You’ll hurt her.”

Dean swallowed, looking down for a moment. He raised his hand in the blink of an eye, sending the angel blade towards her. Morrigan held up her hand, the tip of the blade barely grazing the tip of her nose. Morrigan set her jaw, sighing.

Suddenly Y/N was back, eyes blinking back tears as Dean’s face dropped, guilt flashing across it.

***

“That won’t kill her,” I said quietly. Tears spilled from my eyes, and I resisted the urge to wipe them away, standing stone still. “It will just kill me.”

Dean lowered the blade slowly, swallowing thickly. His eyes pierced into mine, and I kept my neck slightly craned to look at him.

“Why?” He asked. “Why wouldn’t you tell us? Why the hell did you keep this… this a secret? Why the hell did you let her possess you in the first place?”

I sighed, blinking a few times. I squinted my eyes at him, desperately wanting to see his face clearly.

“Trent was going to kill me,” I murmured. “Morrigan was trapped inside a moonstone ring of mine. Trent smashed it and she was freed. She came to me and told me she could p-protect me. She told me that she wasn’t strong enough to be on her own yet. She p-promised me she wouldn’t take advantage, and so I agreed. I was going to die if I said no, and I figured there was a chance she was lying but, what if she wasn’t? She saved my life, and she’s saved it numerous of times. She never has taken advantage of our situation and she’s become the closest thing to family I’ve had in years. And then you all come along and I… I didn’t know how to tell you because I knew you’d kill me- us. Or, at least try to.”

“So, you’re just completely fine with having some sort of… being inside you? Can she see everything?” Dean asked.

“Yes,” I nodded. “And she doesn’t have to s-see everything. There’s a way I can push her out. It takes concentration but, it can be done.”

Dean let out a breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, hell. I don’t know what to do here.”

“Look, I’m still Y/N. You just know about M-Morrigan.” I shrugged. “Nothing has to change.”

“It already has!” Dean exclaimed. “You’re being possessed by something!”

“And I’m okay with it,” I said. “Morrigan is my fa-family. And I won’t let you do anything to her.”

“Dean, maybe she’s right,” Sam piped in. Dean whipped around to face his brother. “Y/N has always been Y/N. And Morrigan is here to protect her. She has never done anything to us.”

Yet.

I shook my head. Cas squinted his eyes at me in confusion.

“Morrigan is an ancient being. There’s nothing you can do to her that would hurt her. It would just hurt me. And she’s not going anywhere,” I said, standing a little bit straighter. “So-so deal with it.”

I saw Sam smirk a bit, and Dean’s face was simply confused.

“You know what, fuck this. I get you’re still Y/N, and I know that you’re no different now that we know, but I can’t deal with this. When we get to the bunker…” He trailed off, looking down at his feet for a moment. “You need to go.”

“What?” I breathed, panic bubbling in my chest.

“You have to go.”

“Where? I have nowhere to go.”

Dean sighed. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, okay? I just can’t deal with this. You lied to us for a year and a half. You have some ancient witch inside you and we have no idea if she will blow up on us or not. And you can’t be trusted anymore.”

“Dean, p-please I-”

“Stop, okay?” Dean said, holding a hand up. “Just stop.”

He turned away from me then, head still down. “We’ve all packed up. I suggest you do, too. There should be a car out front for you, but we’re heading back.”

“Without me?” I choked, biting my lip to hold back anymore tears.

“Yeah,” Dean muttered. He motioned something towards Sam, Cas and Jack, and they followed him out of the room. Sam sent me one last glance before following his brother, and Jack gave me a quick hug.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Everything will be okay,” he said. “He’ll calm down.”

“I don’t think so, Jack,” I said. “But… thanks.”

He nodded, giving me a smile, before following the guys outside, closing the door softly behind him.

I waited until I heard the engine rumble and fade before I collapsed on the bed, sobs racking my body. I never thought I’d have to see the look of betrayal and hate on Dean’s face pointed towards me. I loved him, more than I ever thought possible, and he couldn’t stand to be around me. He felt it necessary to kick me out of the bunker, a place that I finally felt safe and wanted. Tears stained my cheeks as I curled up on the worn comforter, the name quite ironic at this point in time, because I felt no comfort at all.

I’m so sorry, Y/N.

Somewhere, deep in my mind, I could feel Morrigan, a soothing presence trying to wash over me. I knew she was trying to help me, but I couldn’t be bothered with it right now. I pushed her away, trying my best to block her out. I couldn’t deal with her right now, not while I was trying to deal with the ultimate shattering of my heart.

Part Two

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Donald Pierce x Reader - “Drunken Mistake”

After a long mission, you decide to join your boyfriend halfway on his way back home to go directly to your holiday destination. During a small celebration in a bar with his men whilst he waits for you, you don’t expect to walk in on something that could only be labelled as a mistake that might shatter your heart forever.

Requested by anon: “OKAY I GOT ONE what about Donnie goes away with his men and they go out and he gets drunk and accidentally cheats on his significant other and she finds out”

A/N: I have mixed feelings abotu this ending because no one realy reacts this way but I also have a very specific idea of Donald so idk, hope you like it!

Warning: fighting, alcohol, mention of drugs, teaching, nudity

He had been gone for a week and a half. It was a little far to come back every night and go every morning so the couple concluded that a week and a bit away from each other wouldn’t be so bad right?

Turns out it was a pretty big deal actually. Donald face timed the girl nearly every night, conversing about their days and such.

A two weeks was two long. Since this was his last mission before his vacation, the couple decided to meet halfway since it was on the way to the hotel they would be staying at on their small vacation.

The drive there was a little long for (Y/N), but it was pleasant. Listening to her own music in a comfortable, familiar car with the dog in the bag seat. Speaking of which,

“How are you Khaleesi?” She glancing in her rearview mirror, perceiving the australian shepherd shooting her head off the seat at the sound of her name.

“Hungry? Do you want your puppy treats?” At the sound of her favourite food, her tongue fell out of her mouth and her tail waggled widely.

“Okay love,” (Y/N) chuckled, moving her attention back at the road, her eyes flicked momentarily to the dashboard, “the treats are in the boot, I need to get petrol so we’ll stop at the next exit.”

Before the only sound they were both consumed by was the sound of the tyres against the concrete motorway and the sound of the engine growling from exhaustion. Two more hours of driving to do.

*****

“Good job today men today, you guys deserve a break,” Donald nodded.

“Thanks boss, but we couldn’t have done it without you,” His first in command patted his shoulder like they were old friends, “take a drink, celebrate with us,” Mohawk smirked. Pierce sighed, glancing down at his watch and biting his lip in thought.

An hour and a half before she gets here, that would give me enough time to sober up.

“Fine, just a few drinks,” A small grin etched itself on his face as his colleague guided him to the bar, where a few of his men were already ordering drinks for themselves or each other.

Suddenly, a few girls with very revealing clothes came in the bar from a back door, the lights in the place dimmed slightly as music started blaring in his ears instantly.

“What the f-”

“Oh yeah, this place is a strip club after nine p.m” He heard a guy chuckle behind him.

“Can they do that?” Another inquired.

“Guess so, I’m not complaining though,” The man snorted. Donald frowned slightly, he knew he couldn’t get hammered enough to sleep with any other girl than his but he knew she wouldn’t approve of this.

“Here’s your drink,” The bartender slid his drink on the counter towards him. Pierce nodded at him, grasping his drink.

Here goes nothing.

He gulped half of his drink down, hissing softly as it burned the back of his throat.

“Well hello handsome, you’re quite the attractive one,” He heard a feminine voice behind him and a small weight on his shoulder. The man turned around on his stool, raising an eyebrow at the attention he didn’t really want.  

There, a (H/C) haired girl was grinning widely at him, biting her lip as she looked over him.

“My my, you are a cute one,” She chuckled seductively.

“Thanks, I’m not interested,” He grumbled, turning back.

“Come on, you seem like you need some fun,” Her palm ran up and down his chest.

“Listen lady, I’m not interested, I’m already taken,” he snapped, “go find someone else,” a grunt of disgust escaped his lips as he turned back at the counter, downing the rest of his drink and ordering another one. He didn’t realise he would immediately regret accepting this drink instead of taking a drag outside where people would leave him alone. Pierce looked at his watch again.

Too long for wait for her, this is going to be long and painful.

*****

This is taking too long!

The girl internally groaned, she made sure her quick stop to the petrol station was quick, only getting a small sandwich, giving Khaleesi her snacks and filling the tank up fully.

She didn’t expect to get stuck in traffic in the motorway because a stupid car broke down.

Her eyes glanced down at the dashboard, hearing her dog happily munch on her snacks in the back.

Two hours to midnight already.

“In 10 kilometers, take the first exit.” The GPS stated.

Thank god, only half an hour before her destination, it was about time!

*****

Donald admitted, he might have had a few too many drinks, he’s outright drunk.

He barely kept his balance on his stool.

“Hey,” The (H/C) haired girl came up to him. Pierce turned around in confusion.

“(Y/N)? You’re finally here, it’s about time!” He slurred.

“Easy now,” The girl soothed, holding him against her as he stood up, “come now,” She guided him to the backroom as he started kissing her neck, chuckling against her skin as she released a small giggle.

“Mmh, I like those noises you’re makin’ sweetheart.” The man smirked, grasping the girl’s hips and thrusting them against his as he backed her up against the wall and sucked on her neck, groaning.

**** “Come on Khaleesi,” (Y/N) opened the backdoor, sliding her jacket on as the cold pinched her skin. The dog jumped off the seat onto the dirt ground, waggling her tail excitedly as she stood by the girl’s side. The hound watched as one of her owners closed the door and locked the car before walking towards the bar her boyfriend texted a few hours ago.

She perceived a few men in front of the bar that she was sure worked for. They were smoking and clearly more than a little tipsy. She took the dog’s leash and attached Khaleesi on a pole a few meters from the bar so the latter wouldn’t pick a fight with drunk men as easily. She scratched her neck before standing up and glancing towards the bar again.

“Behave baby,” (Y/N) ordered before walking to the bar. She pushed the door open scanning around the room. The distasteful smell of alcohol, smoke and something that didn’t smell very legal. Her eyebrows met each other in a frown, not being able to see her boyfriend. Her eyes lit up as she saw a back door with a toilet sign on it.

Her feet marched through the people, her face contorting to disgust as she distinguished girls giving a number of Donald’s men lap dances and grinding against their bodies. She pushed the backdoor open and walked towards the bathroom.

“Donnie?” She called out. Nothing.

“Donnie-” The girl stopped herself as she heard moans and groans. She frowned, slowly creeping towards the source of the voices. Standing in front of the door she was sure the sounds where coming from, she slowly opened the door, frowning when she recognised the voice. Her finger flicked the light switch and she gasped once her eyes deciphered the figures in front of her.

“Oh god,” She gasped, covering her mouth with her hand in disgust, “what the fuck!”

Donald was laying on the bed, a (H/C) haired girl sitting on him, both of them very naked and in a very compromising position.

“Doll?” Pierce frowned in confusion.

“Please please tell me this is not what it fucking looks like.” She cursed.

“He’s your man?” The girl that was riding him smirked at (Y/N), “he’s really good in bed-”

“YOU FUCKING SLUT!” The girl roared, pouncing on the girl and punching her across the face. Donald seemed to come back to his senses a little as he weakly pushed his upper body up.

“Fuck what’s happening?” He muttered, his head hurting like crazy as he held his head tightly.

“Get off you bitch, he’s the one who cheated on you!” The naked girl tried to prior (Y/N) off of her.

“I know a fucking whore when I see one, you took advantage of him, I know my man wouldn’t do this in his right mind!” She punched her face.

“Oh s-shit,” Pierce stumbled out of bed, pulling the girl off, “baby, s-stop!” His grip was tight around her, despite his unbalance, he managed to keep her against his chest as she tried to get him off.

“Let me go, asshole!” She snapped.

“S-sh, let’s speak about this before throwing punches,” Donald grunted in the girl’s ear as she slowly stopped resisting him.

“Okay,” She sneered, glaring hard at the girl.

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