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willalove75 · 1 year

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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 6 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut, angst.

Notes: Part 6! The angst, SO MUCH ANGST. I think this is the least amount of dialogue I've ever had in a fic so I hope you all like it💕 Do I want to stay up all night and write chapter 7 right now? Yes. Holy shit yes. But I have stupid 'sponserbilities and adulting to do so part 7 will have to wait until next week. Until then, please enjoy this angsty as fuck chapter💕💕

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It struck you as odd that Alcina said you were to be by her side at all times, yet you barely saw her over the last few days. You were either in your room or with the girls; a couple of times you felt like Zina was tasked with babysitting you while you followed her around the castle, helping her with some of her duties. You haven't even been into your Mistresses chambers or her study since you got the concussion. Every time you did see Alcina, she didn't act like she normally does when she's around you, she seemed colder, more distant. That was apparent when you went to the dining hall the night of the incident and instead of being seated next to Alcina like you usually were, your chair was at the opposite end of the long dining table. Alcina barely looked at you, you thought maybe she just had a rough day and you tried to not think too much into it; but every time you've had a meal with them since, your chair was placed as far away from her as possible.

It was impossible for the thoughts to not flood your mind, wondering if you did something wrong, if maybe she was finally bored with you, if you just weren't living up to her expectations? She hasn't relieved you of your duties and she hasn't brought any other maids into her chambers, at least that you're aware of. The thought of her bringing another maid into her bed made your stomach twist with jealousy, but not rage. It was mostly just sadness, disappointment, heartbreak even. You hoped she wasn't, but truth be told you really had no idea and the thought haunted you a little.

The girls noticed a difference in their mother too, but they didn't dare talk to you about it, and you respected that. That didn't stop you from overhearing them mention that Alcina has been more agitated and easily angered lately. She damn near took a maids head off when the maid tripped in front of her. The maid was fine, traumatized for sure when Alcina whipped out her claws and threatened the poor girl with them, but physically unharmed.

Alcina's week has been anything but relaxing, she's done everything she possibly could to avoid you minus locking you away in your room. She tried her hardest to avoid looking at you during meals, seating you on the opposite end of the table. Being directly across from her made trying not to look at you difficult but she managed to ignore you for the most part. There were definitely a few stolen glances, but every time she caught herself looking at you she pried her eyes away and tried to distract herself with something else.

She noticed the look in your eyes during the last few meals, a look of sadness, confusion, uncertainty. Alcina brushed it off and did her best to keep the guilt from eating away at her. Her vices were her crutch during these trying times, she's been smoking nearly twice as much and drinking at least a bottle of her wine a day, sometimes two. The only vice she hasn't been able to satisfy was the sexual frustration that's been pent up inside of her. At this point she might as well be avoiding you because the minute she talks to you, she might just throw you onto her bed and ravage you, the complete opposite of what she feels like she has to do. She's been horny, but hasn't been able to bring herself to take another maid into her chambers. Instead her pent up frustrations have been released in bursts of unbridled anger.

It's not that Alcina really wants to avoid you, to shut you out, to put every feeling she has towards you into a box and never touch it again; she feels like she has to. Not only to protect you, but more for her own protection. She hasn't let herself get close to anyone since she was human, years before she was infected with the cadou and was mutated. The walls she built only got bigger and stronger once she was turned into what she is today, only letting her daughters in once they came to her. You managed to climb over and break down so many of her walls so effortlessly it terrified her, but the companionship was nice and she enjoyed caring for someone other than the girls, plus, she genuinely began to like you.

As soon as she realized how attached she was becoming, she bolted. Between Stefana and Mother Miranda, especially Mother Miranda, coming after you, wanting to cause you harm, she couldn't bear the thought of it. It was as if someone threatened to rip her heart out of her chest, a feeling she was not only completely not used to, but something that made her feel more vulnerable than she's ever experienced before. Every day since she began avoiding you she's had to convince herself that what she's doing is for the best.

After lunch you asked the girls to take you into the library, which Daniela happily agreed to, the other two followed out of obligation to their mother's orders. Daniela enjoyed the same kind of books as you, romance novels for the most part, some fantasy. She also enjoyed thrillers, but after one night of terrible nightmares that were brought on by reading her "It", you both decided it was best if she read those by herself. You began piling a few books you and Daniela picked out on one of the tables while the girls bickered as usual. Once you were satisfied with your selections you went to find the girls to head back to your room.

"Daniela? Bela? Cass?" You call out for them as you walk around the library. "Are you guys still here?"

After walking around for a minute and unable to hear them arguing, or even the buzzing of flies, you call out for them again; searching between the bookshelves in case they were just playing a game.

In one of the chaise lounges near the window you see Alcina laying across it, her head resting on her hand, invested in the book she's reading. Her eyes shift up to you as you come around the shelf.

"Oh, hi, sorry. I didn't know you were here." You nervously say. "I was looking for the girls."

Her gorgeous gold eyes stare into yours for a few moments, you try and see if you can gauge any kind of reaction in them but they're like stone. They shift back down to her book and she continues to read, as if you already walked away, or as if you were never there to begin with.

You feel a pain in your chest when she acts like you don't exist. It's taking all of the self restraint in your body to not break down and grab her face and ask her what you did wrong, begging for forgiveness for something that might not even exist. Instead you settle for asking if she needs anything, anything to make her speak to you.

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

Her eyes leave the page and snap up to yours, an intensity in them that hasn't been directed at you in a while. She closes the book in her hand and stands, you crane your neck and follow her eyes up, desperate for something, anything. Even if she just screamed at you, at least she'll have spoken to you. A lump in your throat grows as she turns and walks away without saying a word.

Closing your eyes in defeat, you stand there for a minute, gathering the strength to keep the tears you feel building at bay. You go back to your search for the girls, a swarm eventually showing up in the middle of the library.

"I'm so sorry!" Daniela cries and wraps her arms around you.

"What? What happened?"

"We left you!"

"It's okay," you laugh "I'm fine, I had a feeling one of you were gonna show up eventually."

Daniela looks at you, she has a small smile on her face but guilt in her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay kiddo, I'm not upset or mad, we're good, no worries." The guilt in her eyes fade and her smile grows. "Want to go read one of these?" You ask, picking up the stack.

"YES!" She squeals.

In a flash there's a swarm of flies surrounding you and lifting you off of the ground.

"Oh my god!" You yell as you laugh.

Daniela flies the both of you to your room at lightening speed, you're surprised and grateful you managed to hold onto the stack of books the whole way there. She sets you down onto your feet and emerges next to you from the swarm.

She picks out one of the books and you read to her until dinner. When the dinner bell rings Daniela whines, not wanting you to put the book down. Reluctantly, she gets up and swarms out and you follow her to the dining room.

The girls appear in their seats in the dining room as you walk in, you see your chair at the opposite end of the table, the same place its been for the last week, and you take your seat.

The maids bring out your meals, you quietly thank the maid who puts your meal down in front of you and you stare at it for a moment. What's the point of having every meal with them every day if she's just going to ignore you? There's a part of you that wants to get up and go back into your room, but you fight against the urge.

The clinking of silverware against the plates pulls you out of your thoughts and you quietly eat, although your hunger is suddenly gone.

"How was your day girls?" Alcina says. You look up and see her looking at her daughters, not even acknowledging your existence.

"Our hunt this morning was a lot of fun!" Bela says.

"Yeah, I killed so many lycans, I even got a deer!"

"Hey! I helped!" Daniela says.

"Yeah, barely."

They begin to argue over the subject and Alcina clears her throat and gives them both a look and they immediately drop it.

"Y/n started reading this really good book to me!" Daniela says with excitement in her voice.

You notice Alcina's face drop a little when she hears your name, you feel your heart drop as you watch. She gently smiles at Daniela, hiding her reaction.

"That's wonderful draga."

Your heart feels like it's in your stomach, you've barely touched your food and Bela notices.

"Do you not like it y/n?" She asks.

"Oh, no" you say, snapping out of your trance. "No it's delicious, I'm just not very hungry."

Your eyes meet Alcinas for a second and she looks away, crushing you even more.

After dinner you head to your room and read for a little while. Your stomach begins to growl and you get up and open your door, hoping to find a maid or one of the girls. Luckily you see a maid walking through the hall with cleaning supplies in her hand.

"Hey, can you do me a favor? Can you get one of the girls for me?" It's well known that you're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself now so the maid nods her head and walks off.

A few minutes later a swarm appears in your room.

"You rang?" You hear Bela say as she emerges from the swarm.

"Yeah, sorry, want to come down to the kitchen with me? I'm starting to get hungry."

"What is with you lately? You seem, weird. You and mom seem weird."

"I'm fine, just an off week I guess." You shrug.

"Okay," she says, unconvinced. "Lets go."

The two of you go into the kitchen and you whip up a quick sandwich and eat it as you both head back to your room. Once you get up the stairs Bela turns to you.

"Do I need to walk the extra 50 feet with you or can you manage not getting killed?" She teases.

"I'll be fine, thanks Bela."

She heads off in the opposite direction as you head towards your room.

As you walk past Alcina's door it opens and you see one of the new maids walk out. Her face is flush, her hair is messy, her legs are shaking and she looks mortified when she sees you. Your heart sinks into the bottom of your stomach, you know what caused the maids disheveled look, you know what just took place in Alcina's chambers. Looking up you see Alcina, who's surprised to see you as she wasn't expecting you to be outside of her door; you think you see shame in her eyes but your vision starts to become blurry as tears filled your eyes. You run into your room and shut the door without saying a word to either of them.

Hot tears flow into your pillow as you curl up in bed and sob. You're heartbroken and mad, mad at Alcina for providing such a false sense of security, mad at yourself for not listening and for getting attached. Zina was right, about everything. She'll make you feel special, but she really doesn't care about you, you're replaceable, disposable to her, just a plaything. A toy to use for her own enjoyment until she gets bored and wants something new to play with.

Unlike Stefana, you're not mad at the maid, you know it's not her fault, you don't even feel the urge to lash out at her. You're more upset at Alcina, not just for making you feel special and ripping it all away from you, but for not even giving you the curtesy of telling you. No warning, nothing. One day she's protecting you, from two different people and nursing you back to health, and the very next day its like you never existed.

Heartbroken, you cry into your pillow until you tire yourself out and finally fall asleep.

With some rare free time, Alcina decides to go to the library and find a new book to read. She picks up a book that peaked her interest and begins to read the first few pages. Immediately drawn in, she abandons her plans to read in her chambers and sits down on the closest thing to her, a chaise lounge in the corner by the window. Noises fill the library, but her attention is glued to the book so she pays them no mind. Her attention wasn't drawn away from her book until she sees something moving in front of her over the edge of her book, she looks up and sees you.

Surprised, she masks her emotions as she looks into your eyes. The knot in her stomach grows, she hears you speak but doesn't respond. Hoping you'll just leave, she turns her attention back to her book, although she can't focus at all with you standing in front of her.

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

Her eyes snap up into yours when she hears your shaking voice, she anticipates seeing fear in your eyes, she's a little taken back when she sees desperation, a deep sadness instead. An internal battle in her mind wages on, part of her just wants to wrap you in her arms and hold you, the other part just wants to pretend you don't exist. Realizing she's staring for too long she closes her book and stands up, there's a small second where she almost gives in to her desire, but she stays steadfast with her plan; she says nothing and walks away.

The look in your eyes haunts her as she makes her way back to her chambers. She tosses the book on her bed and walks up to her vanity and grabs the edge, lowering her head she pushes everything she's feeling back into its box. With her frustration and tension at an all time high she decides to try and provide some relief for herself.

She removes her hat and gloves and makes herself comfortable in her bed. With her eyes closed she pulls up her dress and slides her hand between her legs. After a few minutes of finding absolutely no relief, she gets up and goes into her wardrobe and grabs her favorite toy. This one always seems to do the trick and she's desperately hoping it doesn't fail her. She works the toy in and out of her and her anger only grows; she might as well not be touching herself because that would give her just about the same amount of pleasure that she's getting right now.

More frustrated than ever, she chucks the toy against the wall and lays back down, staring at the ceiling. In her head she goes over a list of maids she can bring into her chambers, every time she tries to picture one in bed with her, they always turn into you. Her frustration reaches its peak and she hears the dinner bell ring. A low growl rumbles in her chest and she gets up, places her hat back on her head, slides her gloves back on and makes her way down to the dining room.

She manages to avoid looking at you for the majority of the meal, focusing her attention on her plate and her girls. It wasn't until Daniela mentioned your name when she felt a sinking feeling in her heart. In an instant she pushes the feeling away, hoping you didn't witness her moment of weakness. Bela mentions that you barely touched your food and she quickly glances at your plate. It hasn't been touched except for one or two bites, you've just been pushing the rest around mindlessly.

Once dinner ends Alcina quickly makes her way back to her chambers. As she's walking through the halls she spots one of her newer maids. A cute, sweet looking girl, she can't be more than 20. Alcina doesn't know her name, and truth be told she doesn't really care to. All she knows is that the girl is quiet and does a decent job on the tasks she's assigned.

Usually when she talks to a maid about coming into her chambers she's flirtatious, mysterious, she likes to toy with the girls for a little bit, but tonight, Alcina doesn't have the patience.

Alcina walks up to the girl, who immediately looks terrified. Bending down to come off as less intimidating, Alcina speaks softly to the girl, but her demeanor doesn't change. If anything, she's more afraid now that the Lady is nearly eye-level with her. If she wasn't so pent up with frustrations Alcina would make a mental note to try and come off as less intimidating, but she's too focused on finding any kind of relief to even think about anything else.

With the girl finally in her chambers, Alcina lays with her on the bed and softly kisses her. It annoys her that the girl doesn't soften up at all, she's stiff as a board with fear, even after Alcina repeatedly tried to ease her fears, it was no use, so she continues anyway. It's not that the maiden was unwilling, Alcina told her she can tell her to stop at any time and she would, whether or not the maid believed her, or was too terrified to speak up was another story. Although if the maids drenched panties were any indication, Alcina had a feeling she was fine with it, probably just terrified that she was going to kill her. The girls soft cries as she came almost made Alcina finish without even being touched. She's never been this desperate before.

Alcina laid next to the maiden on her bed and pulled up her dress and removed her panties and ordered the girl between her legs. Nervous at first, the girl seem scattered, but after some praising and reassuring moans she found her rhythm and within minutes Alcina was cumming all over her face and hand. At the height of her orgasm she thought of you, she almost called out your name but bit down hard on her lip to stop it from slipping out. As she was recovering she looked down at the maiden between her legs and for a fleeting second, was disappointed it wasn't you. It was getting harder and harder to get you out of her head and she wasn't sure if she would be able to take much more of it. She felt as if trying to ignore you so much just made you more irresistible to her, it frustrated her to no end.

The maiden cleaned herself up and Alcina led her to the door for her to leave. Alcina opened the door and froze, there you were, standing right in front of her, walking back to your room. The look in your eyes when you saw the maiden, the way you immediately knew what had just happened almost broke Alcina. She's never felt shame like this before in her life and the guilt practically swallowed her whole. Alcina wasn't even able to hide the look of shame on her face when you looked up at her, the feeling only got worse when she saw the tears building up in your eyes.

She would have been grateful that you ran off if it didn't cause her so much physical pain in her chest seeing you that way. Knowing that she was the cause of your pain, she couldn't even think about it. The maiden stood there frozen, unsure of what to do. Alcina bent down and put her lips to her ear.

"Thank you sweetling." She said, petting her head.

The maiden took that as her cue to leave which Alcina was grateful for because she didn't have the patience or the constitution to keep herself together for much longer.

With the maiden on her way Alcina closed the door and stood there for a moment with her hand against it. She could hear your heartbeat in the room next door, she could hear you quiet sobs as you cried into your pillow. Out of all of the horrific screams and sounds she's heard in her life, hearing you crying, because of what she did to you, was once of the worst sounds she's ever heard. Alcina somberly got herself ready for bed and laid down, pulling the duvet over her. She listened to you cry until your heartbeat finally settled, letting her know that you finally fell asleep.

Alcina can't remember the last time she cried, but for the first time in years, tears escaped from her gold eyes and plummeted onto her pillow.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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thoughts on mammon and levi as a duo

Absolutely fucking love them!!

I feel like they're the closest in age (other than the twins obviously) like if they were humans the age gap would be just one year.

Love that Levi's one of the brothers who truly sees Mammon and understands him even though they're always fighting - he's the one who says Mammon is a "jerk with a heart of gold", he's the one who agrees when MC says Mammon has always been kind, he's the one who says that Mammon is social/good with people/makes friends with people easily and cares about those people

Love that no matter how much in debt Mammon gets with Levi, Levi still gives him money

Love that Mammon goes and stays in line and gets things for Levi when Levi's too anxious to go

Love that Mammon actually has a vague idea about all the things Levi is interested in and knows what new things he's looking out for

Love that we've seen Levi go to Mammon multiple times when he needs reassurance

Love that Mammon's the one to remind Levi to buy two of an item so that he can open one box and keep the other closed

Love that Mammon wanted to buy a similar figurine for Levi because he thought Levi lost the raffle draw

Love that they have a similar stupid sense of humour and made a stupid comedy duo

Love how Mammon gathers everyone to set up a gaming night after he finds out that Levi was upset because he needed irl friends to play a new game

Love that in Nightbringer the thing that makes Mammon start trusting MC and bringing them into his schemes is that he saw them being nice to Levi

Love when they're fighting and Levi tries to straight up drown Mammon but later when MC tells him that they shouldn't fight he's like "?????we weren't fighting?????" that shit was the most sibling thing ever, I've had that exact same conversation with my mother after she had to stop my brother and I from killing each other

Love that in s2 and nightbringer out of everyone's relationships with MC, we see that Levi's most jealous of Mammon & MC's

Mammon cares about Levi so much, that's his little brother and he would do anything for him but each time he sees him he's also immediately overtaken by the Cain Instinct

Levi looks up to Mammon so much (though he'd rather die than admit it) and he trusts Mammon to support him with anything he needs but he also prays for Mammon's disappearance under mysterious circumstances everyday

I also have this headcanon that Lucifer met Levi through Mammon. That one day Mammon dragged home this painfully shy angel he found skipping practice/lessons while he was skipping practice/lessons. And at first the angel absolutely refused to even acknowledge Mammon, curling up into a tighter ball as if not seeing him would make Mammon disappear but then somehow Mammon managed to annoy him enough that he started snapping back and actually turns out he's hilarious and fiery and mean when he's not stuck in his own head. And Mammon is delighted. He's never had this much fun with anyone so close to his age before. And after finding out that unlike the other angels their age this one hasn't been issued a guardian/mentor yet he (literally) drags him back to Lucifer and is like "can we keep him!!?" And Levi is mortified because holy shit that's Lucifer, who never leaves the palace, who never hangs about with angels this far down the hierarchy, who might as well be the heir to the entire Celestial Realm. And Mammon's hopping up and down on his toes and is hanging on to Lucifer's sleeve and is like "please please please can we keep him". And Levi's shaking and on the verge of crying and this is terrifying and horrible and even worse than that time where he was the only angel in his batch that none of the other older angels picked to mentor and oh he's going to die on the spot. And Lucifer's mother bear instincts just immediately flare up because yes this is his child now

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save-the-villainous-cat · 5 months

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Might I request a possessive hero with a smart (but slightly naive) villain who has bitten off more they can chew with them. Please and many thanks

"Funny," the hero said and the villain almost dropped their groceries. They hadn't expected their dear nemesis to show up in their apartment on the weekend. The villain didn't crave violence.

Not now. Not when they barely knew how to be normal. One time, they had slowly realised how useless they were without it. How insignificant their life would be if the only thing they were good at, namely destruction, was taken from them.

"You’re very funny, have I ever told you that?" The hero didn't look amused but they were kind enough to take the bags of groceries and put them on the tiny kitchen island. They didn't waste any time though, they pushed the villain against the fridge easily and pressed a kitchen knife to their throat.

"Well…uh…"

"You asked my team for help but you didn’t ask me."

"I think you're being unreasonably upset," the villain said and even though the quite dramatic gesture of pressing a weapon to the villain's throat was a little too much, they had to admit that it was good to see the hero. Admittedly, they worried a little too much about their enemy. The hero was...impulsive. Easy to anger, easy to frustrate. It made the hero quite easy to defeat and usually (the villain liked to think) the villain was the one who decided over victory.

One might say the hero was bad at their job but that wasn't exactly true. The hero was a lot more violent if they had to be. Just like the villain.

However, when it actually came to a battle between the two, the hero seemed to be distracted.

"I'm not upset."

"The knife says otherwise."

Silence. The hero eyed the villain all over, as if the answer was written on their body. A lot of frustration went into a reaction this…drastic. What the villain could only explain as jealousy, was new. Eventually, the hero lowered their weapon.

"…I am sorry."

"So you are upset."

"Do you know how dangerous it is to go ask some heroes for their help?" the hero asked. They were quite serious. "Do you know how easy it would've been to kill you on the spot?"

"I was careful," the villain said. "And even if I hadn't been, this is no reason to threaten me in my kitchen with my knife."

"Shit," the hero cursed quietly. They took a few steps back and went with their hand through their hair. They knew they had made a mistake.

The villain eyed them yet again, trying to analyze this behaviour but it was quite difficult. The hero was a person who punched and asked questions later. Meanwhile the villain wouldn't ask at all if they could avoid it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on...I've been upset for days and I don't know why. I cannot sleep. I want to fight but I don't want to kill. I need to do my job but I also hate it. I don't know what's wrong with me. And when I heard about you being in my agency, in the same building as me, I was just...I don't know." The villain slowly unpacked the groceries and put the milk in the fridge as they listened.

It had been a simple trade. Weapons for information. The villain was quite aware of the dangers and they had been careful.

They hadn't gone to the hero because, well, they didn't trust them. The hero acted strange around them. They were slower, not really there when they were fighting.

God, the villain wasn't stupid. They studied the hero's fighting style like everyone else's and the hero was much more aggressive with other villains. It had to be some sort of trick, some sort of game.

"Maybe you should switch sides. A hero shouldn't think like that," the villain answered. They watched the hero's hands fidget.

"You have no idea how many heroes think like that," they said. "But I don't want to cause harm, I just need to put this somewhere."

"Put what somewhere?"

"These feelings. Put these feelings somewhere. I think I am going crazy." The villain knew that feeling well. But it wasn't quite the same, was it?

"Why are you here?" the villain asked. They put the eggs in the fridge. The hero was surely not here to whine about their horrible hero-life. The villain had had the slight suspicion that the hero knew where they lived but they had actually never shown up.

And exposing themselves and their knowledge like that was a grave mistake. Now, the villain was aware that they knew where they lived. Thus, making every future plan the hero had thought of more difficult.

No, they weren't here to talk about their feelings.

"I wanted to see you." The villain almost dropped their apples.

"To fight?"

"No-- no, I just needed to see you. I'm uh-" they looked at the knife in their hand "- I'm sorry about this. I'm working on it. But...thank you."

They put the knife on the counter and left through the window.

After a while, the villain realised their cheeks were glowing and they did not know why.

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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Can I see "You're not alone. You never were." with Satan please?

Hello there, anon!

Okay, this was the first one I've done, so hopefully it turned out okay. It was like a little puzzle trying to figure out how to fit in the line of dialogue! Anyway, it's also kinda long because I have decided not to give myself a word limit... not sure if that was a good idea or not lol.

Due to the nature of this particular prompt, this one turned out a little angsty in the middle, but it ends with fluff.

Anyway, thank you for participating!

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GN!MC x Satan with prompt "You're not alone. You never were."

Warnings: hurt/comfort, some angst

From the very beginning, Satan was paying attention to you. When you showed up that day at RAD, he hadn't been sure what to expect. A human exchange student? One that didn't know anything about the Devildom or magic prior to their arrival? He thought you would be weak or stupid or both.

You might have been a little scared to find yourself in such an unusual place, but you surprised him with the way you handled yourself. As time passed, you continued to catch him off guard with how quickly you learned, how easily you adapted, how you stayed strong and confident through everything.

Satan was always observing you, noticing the little things that his brothers might have missed. The way you shifted your weight when you were nervous. The little treats you sometimes snuck from the kitchen in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep. How you always scrunched up your nose when you were dealing with a particularly difficult homework assignment.

There were so many things that Satan wanted to say to you and found for once he didn't have the words. What could he say to someone like you? A human who not only made pacts with the seven demon lords, but also became part of their family? Someone who was so impressive with their magical skill that Solomon himself had taken them on as his apprentice? A person who didn't just fit in with angels and demons and sorcerers, but was respected by them, too.

And then there would be times when Satan would remember that you were only human. He might catch you getting frustrated over a spell that you couldn't get right. He might see you suppress a wince when someone was rude to you. He might hear you swear under your breath when you made a mistake.

These things didn't make him think any less of you. They served as reminders that despite everything, you needed help sometimes, too.

It was in these moments that Satan found himself able to distract you. He went out of his way to cheer you up, bringing you to a cat cafe or giving you a particularly good book about something that he knew you were interested in.

Every time he did this, you would smile at him, even if you were in a bad mood, and the way your eyes went soft and fond made his heart melt.

You looked at him as though just seeing his face made things a little easier for you.

For a while, Satan was content to offer you these small comforts when it seemed as though you needed them. He wondered sometimes if you would ever seek him out for comfort on your own. If you noticed the way he was always there to lift your spirits when you were down.

There were several days when you seemed to be struggling, overwhelmed with all of the responsibilities that you had accumulated. Not only did you have all of his brothers to deal with, but you were now also a sorcerer and a student council member. You were studying with Solomon and doing student council work on top of your RAD studies.

Satan could see that it was starting to get to you. There were dark circles beneath your eyes and an almost vacant expression on your face. You moved through each day as though you were doing it only by memory.

One night you sat at dinner, eating woodenly, participating in the conversation with only one or two word sentences. Satan wasn't sure if the others had picked up on your mood, but if they had they weren't acting differently because of it.

After dinner, you went straight to your room, closing the door behind you without saying anything to anyone. Everyone else dispersed for the evening.

Satan paced in his own room for nearly half an hour before he decided to be direct with you. Normally, he would bring you something he knew you liked or maybe ask you to go somewhere nice with him. But it was different this time. You were hurting in a way he had never seen before. And it made him angry.

Satan left his room, striding purposefully down the hall to your door. He tamped down on that anger and knocked.

You opened the door for him and the sight of you standing there with your hollow eyes made him feel completely shattered.

"MC," he said. "Can I come in?"

You shrugged and moved aside.

Satan entered your room, closing the door behind him.

You looked at him blandly. "Is there a problem?"

Satan felt a burning within him and he fought to keep it from bursting out. "Yes. The problem is you."

You blinked and then frowned, the most expression he'd seen from you all day. "Me? What did I do?"

"Do you think I haven't noticed?" Satan asked. "You aren't sleeping. You're barely making it through the day. You're distant with everyone and there's this… emptiness in your eyes."

You stared at him for a moment in surprise before the frown returned. "I have too much work to do to worry about anything else. So if you only came here to get on my case about sleeping or my attitude, just leave."

Satan felt his anger spike and though he tried to stop himself, he couldn't. "You think I'm here to scold you? MC, I'm worried about you."

You threw up your hands. "And on top of everything else I have to do, you want me to fix that, too? I'm always the one who has to take care of everything because you all rely on me so much! Every day is full of something that needs my attention and it feels like everyone just expects me to do everything like it's no problem! Like I'm the only one who can! So I just keep going and going and even though I'm surrounded by people, I still feel so alone!"

Your voice broke on the last word and you realized you had been unloading, almost yelling. You covered your mouth and turned away from Satan.

Satan put his hands on your arms. He felt you shaking beneath his touch. "You're not alone. You never were."

Gently, Satan turned you around to face him. He took the hand that was covering your mouth in one of his, then used his other hand to lift your chin.

"I've always been here, MC," he said. "Since the very beginning, I've been looking out for you. I'm here because I want to help you. Won't you let me?"

Satan watched as your eyes filled with tears. The feeling roiling through his chest was unpleasant, but for once it wasn't anger.

To Satan's complete relief, you suddenly tumbled into him, pressing your face to his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He carefully held you in his embrace, pressing his cheek to your head.

The two of you stayed that way for some time before you took in a shaky breath and said, "I'm sorry, Satan."

Satan kissed your forehead. "It's all right. Just let me help you."

You pulled away a little to look at him. The remnants of shiny trails of tears were visible on your cheeks, though you were no longer crying. "You already have."

There was a light in your eyes again, one Satan hadn't seen in some time. You surprised him by kissing him, the warmth of your lips creating a heat in his heart that was unlike anything anger had ever sparked in him.

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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More of clingy asylum patient boi please, mommaaaaa

Lee groans as he opens the door, dodging yet another projectile aimed at him as the door shuts. "Elias. I'm faster than you think I am. Something like that won't gain you any favors anytime soon."

The black haired man just grins, twirling a pen as he shrugs his shoulders "Worth a shot. I see why Jasper likes to annoy you. It's a sadistic kind of fun, you know?"

That mother fucker came in here too? That or he escaped just to raise alarm again and get that sick glee he finds in wasting time. He decided not to dignify that with a response, instead, sitting on the second chair in the otherwise desolate room. "We're going to be running some tests. I understand a few ways to make you comply according to my coworker are rather odd...care to enlighten me a bit?".

Elias sits back, one leg crossed over the other with that damned playful and nearly psychotic smile. "You already know".

"I don't"

"You do"

"Fine, play coy, see if it gets you out of here any faster. Maybe I'll just tell your dear sweet darling that you're never-"

Before he could finish, Elias was right in his face, having deftly moved from his seat to stand over the doctor with a molten, sadistic look in his dilated pupils. "Ever mention them again and I'll stop this charade. I'll easily gut you and the staff and let every horrible creature out of here".

His voice held no room for any sarcasm or humor, and Lee wasn't about to egg on a clear threat for the sake of a petty win. God did he want to though. "Then I suggest you sit back down and tell me what it is you want. I've been here a hell of a lot longer than you Elias, I'm the one they chose to handle you for a reason"

The room goes silent for a moment before Elias gives in. It's fine, he doesn't need to waste precious energy on proving a point just yet. He sits down with his arms crossed over his chest, tilting his head up a bit as he spoke. "What kinds of tests?"

"Simple ones for now. Intelligence, reflexes, response times, psychoanalyzing and some basic exercises to start"

"...What's the catch"

Lee leaned back in his chair as well, eyeing the man up and down warily. He still seemed so off, like one wrong inflection could end up with Lee having to pull a pen out of his thigh. "Blood tests and pain tolerance will be a part of this. Nothing sadistic unless you get on my bad side"

Elias just grinned like a Cheshire cat at that, looking down to the pen he was twirling in his hand. "I wont go without a few favors"

"Then give them to me. I'll do what I can"

Elias tilted his head up in thought, before sighing in defeat. He had to start small, he supposed. "I want a visit from my darling. I know this one will be supervised, but two whole days without my baby...it's torture doc. A torture I know you know all too well~". The lilt in his voice made Lees hair stand on end.

No. No, he needed to show complete composure. He can’t let some stupid arrogant man get under his skin, he’s a professional for fucks sake!

But those wicked eyes bore into him like no one else could. Like they could see every twisted crime he's done in the name of his butterfly, his one and only. It made his gut twist in unpleasant knots feeling so easily read like that.

"It's cute you think you know me" Lee snips, trying to regain a bit of control in this situation. "Give us the name and what you know, I'm sure we can disguise this place to seem like a normal asylum for at risk patients like yourself".

Elias just smirks, as if he already knew he was underneath the doctors skin. "Well, doctors order as they say...I'll tell you every little bit I know about them. Hope you have the time, Doc"

((Hey! I hope you liked this, I know it's a bit "Meh" and kinda mid but I like the idea nonetheless! -Mommabean ))

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squirmhoney · 11 months

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Congrats on 2K!!!

Drabble {14} with Aegon ii please and thank you

Drabble Event: "I've been thinking about this for so long, do you know that?" x Aegon Targaryen

A/N: Ahh I really liked this one. Warnings: Incest. Smut. Fingering. 18+ WC: 600+

"You act more like a jealous boyfriend than a brother."

Those words had stuck with Aegon the whole week, the same way they had stuck with you the days before you finally spoke them to into existence. Now they were out there in the open, lingering between the pair of you, making the dynamics in your relationship completely change.

No one really noticed Aegon's longing gaze over the table at you or the awkwardness that sat between you both. Because before Aegon had taken an interest in your personal life, you had never been all that close with each other.

"Y/N," his voice creeped in through your bedroom door at night, a gentle tap following it to see if you were awake.

It took you a moment for you to respond, thinking if letting him in was the best idea, but with a gentle "Come in" you had him sitting on the edge of your bed within seconds.

"I don't know what to say," Aegon admitted after a few seconds, face turned away from you.

His eyes were rimmed with a darkness from the lack of sleep and he could barely stop himself from fidgeting with his fingers. You wondered if it was all because of you or if there were other things playing on his mind.

It made you feel bad to think you were making him lose sleep over this but he hadn't been the only one.

"You could apologise," you told him.

"Is that what you want?" His voice was soft, a gentleness you hadn't always seen with Aegon.

"Wouldn't that be the right thing to do?" You questioned him, a bit annoyed at how stupid he was being. "You've never taken an interest in my life before and as soon as I hang around boys you become this weird protective older brother. I mean it's just not you."

Aegon turned to face you now, a coldness to his face as he clenched his jaw. He eyed you up in such a predatory manner you honestly felt like food he was getting ready to play with.

You wondered what his next move was thinking he looked hungry enough to pin you down against the mattress and take you however he saw fit. You would let him, you couldn't deny that.

"I want to make it up to you," Aegon confessed, the words sending a sudden warmth across your body.

His hand reached out, hesitant at first as it cupped your face, waiting for you to draw back. But you didn't.

"Let me make it up to you."

Those were the last words you found before Aegon connected his lips with yours, hands pushing you down on the bed. Before you even realised it you were kissing him back, grabbing the back of his platinum locks as you kept him close to you.

Your nipples were pebbled against his chest as he pressed you against the bed. Legs parting for him so eagerly as he situated himself comfortably on top of you. Within seconds his hand had made it to the edge of your panties, fingers not even taking a moment before slipping in. He was quick to graze his fingers along your folds, finding your wetness with ease.

You felt slightly panicked in the moment, head spinning with how fast it was going but as you let out a breathless "Wait-" you were cut off with his fingers already curling and pumping themselves within you.

"You're soaked, little sister," Aegon grinned against your mouth, becoming amused at the way you easily gave into him. "And it's all for me."

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth as he worked his fingers, squeezing them excitedly to pull him in.

"I've been thinking about this for so long, do you know that?" He asked, pushing a third finger in as he went in deeper. "Now that I've got you where I want you, there is no way I'm ever going to stop."

Those words shouldn't of excited you like they did but you couldn't be bothered to fight it anymore. Instead you welcomed it with a needy whine as you bucked your hips up into his hand.

"That's my girl."

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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hi Ange! If you are taking requests for drabbles regarding your Ettore series, could you write maybe write a subby Ettore? Reading that he finally kissed the girl got me thinking about him letting his guard down and allows her to be on top and pleasure him🫠

Sorry to have kept you waiting so long for this!

I don't envision Ettore as being submissive, so I've adapted this to fit the series as best as I can. I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: Language, violence, choking, smut. Word count: ~1200

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“You spend more time in the fucking Box than you do anywhere else.” Ettore glowers at her.

“Don’t be stupid.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t use it any more than anyone else onboard.”

“Why bother with it...” He says darkly, roughly grabbing her hand and placing it over the rapidly growing bulge in his scrubs. “...when you’ve got this?”

She sighs, pulling away from him. “We’ve spoken about this. Get it through your thick skull; we can’t get caught!”

Monte rounds the corner and she steps away from Ettore. He gives them both a curt nod as he passes.

“Fuckin’ cock block.” Ettore mutters under his breath, though it’s loud enough for her to hear and she is certain Monte must have too.

That bloody idiot was going to get them both found out.

She hurries away from him and spends the next few days doing all she can to avoid him. In her mind, the less they are seen together the better. The last thing she needs is for people to start growing suspicious and asking questions.

It feels almost painful to keep her distance, when she is drawn to him on instinct. The pull of their physical attraction to each other, coupled with their dysfunctional kinship leaves her feeling desperately lonely, and practically aching for his touch. Not that she’d ever admit that to him.

She refuses to meet his piercing gaze and finds any excuse to ensure she is never left alone with him. It’s just for a few days, she tells herself, let Monte forget what he heard and then things can go back to how they were.

The throbbing sensation between her legs is almost too much to bear as she lays in her bunk. This is ridiculous. They had gone longer than this without being together before. However, it’s usually circumstance that separates them, somehow it feels worse when it’s self imposed.

She groans in frustration, climbing from the mattress and stalking down the corridor. She has only one destination in mind; The Box. The quicker she finds relief the quicker she’ll be able to fall asleep, she reasons.

Her breath catches in her throat when it appears that Ettore has had the same idea. She stops in her tracks. He is just a few paces ahead of her, about to go inside, the muscled planes of his back illuminated in the low artificial lighting.

He turns when he sees her and her heart races. She doesn’t miss the tick of his jaw, the flare of his nostrils, or the way his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of her. She knows that look, knows what he gets like when he stares at her like that.

“No.” She tells him simply, the wobble in her voice betraying the fear she’s attempting to mask.

She turns to flee from him, but he is too quick for her, closing the gap in a few long strides and tackling her to the floor. She presses the palm of her hand against his face, attempting to push him away, but he easily overpowers her. It’s impossible for her to get any purchase on the smooth linoleum floor in order to properly defend herself, and Ettore is much too strong for her anyway.

“Stop it.” She grits out in frustration, as he pins her wrists above her head, irritated at the way her body responds to him, practically arching into him.

He leans in to kiss her and she bites down on his lip, causing him to pull back with a hiss of pain, releasing her wrists as he does so.

Seizing her only opportunity to take back control of the situation, her hand flies out, gripping his throat with such force that he topples over. It’s only once she finds herself on top of him in their scuffle that she feels how painfully hard he is against her.

She stares at his face for a moment, his pupils are blown wide with lust as her fingers continue to squeeze around his neck. She softens, her resolve crumbling, desire for him winning out over the need to put some space between them.

Their hands work hurriedly to rid each other of their trousers and underwear, and she sinks down onto him. She has to bite her lip to stop herself crying out in relief as she stretches to accommodate him. Her hand finds its way back to Ettore’s throat once she begins to rock her hips back and forth, surprised when he doesn’t try to push her off. He stares up at her instead, jaw slightly slack and eyes hooded.

She sets a hurried pace, aware they could be caught at any moment. She clenches around him at the thought, causing Ettore to grunt. He pulls himself up, planting his feet onto the floor and meets her thrust for thrust.

As her fingers slacken around his neck, his hand winds itself into the hair at the back of her head, pulling hard.

She whimpers, the tightening in her lower belly growing more intense as the lewd, wet sounds of him pushing up into her, in sync with her downwards movements, intermingle with his laboured breaths.

His pulse flutters wildly against her fingertips and, with another tug of her tresses, she finally topples over the edge, reapplying pressure to his jugular as she fights to stay silent in the wake of the pleasure that washes over her in white hot waves.

This triggers Ettore’s own release, as his movements become sloppy, finally stilling as he pulsates and spills himself inside of her, eyes screwed shut and lips parted.

They stay like this for a few moments, allowing each other to catch their breaths.

“You didn’t think I’d just let you end things, did you?” He says, once his heart rate has evened out.

“What are you talking about?” She asks, her eyebrows pinching together in confusion, still feeling light headed from her climax.

“You haven’t even bothered to look at me in days.” He tells her, sounding petulant.

“I’m not ending things, stupid.” She chides softly. “Monte heard you call him a cock block. I was putting some temporary distance between us, so people wouldn’t get suspicious.”

For the briefest of flashes she notices something akin to boyish happiness pass across Ettore’s face, it makes him appear soft, vulnerable, but it disappears so quickly she wonders if perhaps she imagined it as his cold, hardened stare returns.

“So you still wanna...keep doing this then?”

She nods. “I just need you to be more careful. Be more discreet.”

She climbs off of him on shaky legs and begins to redress.

“Let you use The Box in peace, you mean?” He asks, pulling his bottoms back on and standing up.

She sighs. This was clearly always going to be a bone of contention for him.

“You know you feel better than that, right?”

He lets out a dry chuckle. “Little prick tease.” He says with a wink, before walking away.

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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this spiralled out of control i apologise. beck's head will clear in 3, 2, 1-

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"Oh, I do love it here." Helle stretched out on the king sized bed while Beck was left to stand in the bedroom door, silently fuming. That was his bed, and his room, and his home. "Thank you for asking."

"I didn't," he said quietly, a show of ridiculous defiance he seldom afforded himself. But his home was being turned into a fucking vampire den! Helle went and looked at his treasured family photos, his decorations, touched all his possessions, all while he could do nothing but sit on the sofa and wait for them to leave.

And then they came back. Again. And again. And again. Because they could, and because this was now their new favourite hangout spot; ever since the fucking date night.

"No, I think you did." They gave him a look, a warning, one that Beck always felt compelled to heed. Not this time. He thought he had enough pent up anger to be a little disobedient, so he steeled his nerves and decided to speak up. Well, about as well as a mouse would've against the neighbourhood cat.

"You– you're being... very unfair," he said slowly, forcing out the words one by one, considering each one before committing to it. That wasn't what he'd wanted to say, of course. But he somehow had to repackage his... more blunt sentiments. "And, and you can do that, you can absolutely be as horrible to me as you want. I can't... I can't do anything about it. But I don't want to play along today."

Helle's expression turned playful, and they rolled over to one side of the bed, petting the other as an invitation. Beck wanted to explode when he saw his own fucking bed being offered back to him at a price — a very steep price at that. He didn't want to be anywhere near the fucking vampire.

"Oh, come on," they insisted when he didn't move. He just shook his head.

"Please, get off my bed. You're– you're in your street clothes, and you're rolling around on my blanket that I use after I've showered and I'm clean–"

"Oh, is that the issue?" they asked with a mischievous smile, glancing down at their clothes. "If it is, we can definitely remedy–"

"It's not! It's– it's one of many issues!" he snapped, his little outburst startling him more than it did Helle. "S-sorry. I– just, please, get off."

"You know, sometimes I like it when you get mad at me. Even beyond just the entertainment factor. Because, you see... you are so bland on the surface, but whenever you get angry, it is almost like... I can tell there is something more there."

Bland? What kind of backhanded compliment was that? Or was it just an insult? Beck was so caught off guard that he couldn't even respond before Helle had already moved on, petting the bed again.

"Now, do get over here before I lose interest and just start snapping some bones for fun."

He swallowed, the memory of Helle holding his wrist in their hand and cheerily explaining how easily they could break it seeping back into the forefront of his mind and making his legs move of their own accord. "I said I was sorry," he tried as he carefully lowered himself onto his bed like it was a minefield.

"Yes, I know. And more often than not, I am also fine playing along. But not today, right? Today we are brave and honest."

He hated the way they said that. He had no idea what stupid game they had in mind that required them both on the same bed, but he was starting to get increasingly nervous about it — while Helle easily propped themself up on their elbow, lying on their side, looking at him excitedly like they were at a sleepover.

"I want you to tell me what you actually think. Of me, of spending the night with a vampire, with the specific vampire who has been so mean to you. I want to hear it."

"Wh- what?"

"It is painfully obvious that you are holding back. An understandable choice. But now I want you to just say it. Tell me something absolutely vile."

"I, I don't... I... no, but this, this is what I mean, this is unfair, how can you even– you, you could hurt me so badly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Is that an invitation?" They raised their free hand before he could answer, cutting him off. "I know, I know. It is not. Not yet, anyway. But very well, if you will not share of your own volition, you shall share under enthrallment."

Beck sat up immediately, his urge to get away suddenly unbearable. "No! No, you said you wouldn't, you said you wouldn't use it!"

"I will if I have to," they cooed. "Or you can just tell me."

"I... will I be punished for this?" he asked hesitantly.

"Oh, Beck, stop being such a coward for one second. Indulge. I can tell you my most depraved thoughts about you in exchange, if–"

"No. No, I, I don't think I want to hear any of that."

"Well, I might tell you anyway. But for now, let me hear your honest opinion."

He didn't want to be enthralled. Now that he was so focused on it, he could already feel it creeping closer and closer at the edges of his consciousness, poking and prodding and gently pushing him to just do it. He knew it could turn vicious at any moment, seizing the information by violently ripping it from his mind against his will.

"I hate you," he said in a shaky little voice, ruining weeks of fantasies of himself yelling these words at the vampire. "I, I hate everything about you, everything that reminds me of you, I hate feedings, I hate you being here, I hate you touching me and my things and, and bringing who knows what into my house, you're ruining my life, I– I wish–" He cut himself off, and Helle pushed further into his mind, forcing the words out of his mouth without his consent. "I wish you had been buried with a stake in your heart back whenever you died. I wish I was there, seeing it through, I wish I could've done it. Hell, you're the only reason I keep a stake in my home, you're the only vampire I ever imagine killing, but I imagine it often and in great detail. I am thoroughly fucking disgusted by you, and I truly wish you were dead and rotting somewhere."

Their hold on him suddenly disappeared, and he was left with the knowledge of what he'd just told Helle to their face. He couldn't run away. He couldn't defend it. He couldn't explain it away. All he could do was sit there and watch them process all of it, hoping that whatever punishment this warranted, he could negotiate it to be a little lighter.

He had never realised just how terrifying a concept enthrallment was. He had been spoiled before, continually presented with choices he thought were impossible... but no, impossible felt completely different. It was his mind being effortlessly taken over and toyed with, it was being helpless, completely helpless against it.

"Okay," Helle said after a while, plopping down onto their back. "Bring your stake and get it over with."

"What..?"

"If you do not comply with this order, I will find the stake and drive it through your heart."

Beck almost fell off the bed in his haste to grab the stake from the drawer of his nightstand, clutching it in his hands uncertainly as he turned back to see Helle still lying on their back, docile as ever. They didn't make a single move to stop him as he reluctantly inched closer.

"You– you wouldn't actually let me," he stammered, and they shrugged.

"You are not going get a better chance."

Well... that much was true. And yet, all he did was kneel there on the bed with a stake in his hand and stare at the vampire.

"You know, from the amount of family photo albums I have flipped through, I could easily find and recognise your mother. Or your brother, really. I wonder whether they would be any more fun, or this particular brand of blandness runs in your family." They looked up at him with a coy smile. "I might just go find out for myself after I've staked you."

There weren't many things Beck was as fiercely protective of as his family. Rage bubbled up in his chest with every word Helle uttered, and he instantly moved to straddle their waist, raising the stake high above his head. He had a clear shot. Helle wasn't defending themself. They were telling him that only one of them was going to leave this room alive, and that if it was them, they would slaughter the rest of his family.

And yet... now that he was actually here, on top of the vampire who had been tormenting him, the thought of killing them was intimidating. It wasn't even killing, all he was doing was sending them back where they belonged! But... but what vampire would take over their territory? Would those vampires grab him too? Would they immediately enthrall him, pump him full of venom, leave him to die? Did he... did he really hate Helle that much..?

He shook his head a little, trying to get rid of the thoughts. This had to be the lingering effects of the enthrallment he'd read about. He did hate them, he hated them more then anything, he wanted them dead, properly, permanently dead. And yet his body wouldn't comply. He wasn't a murderer. He just... he couldn't...

Beck flinched and almost dropped the stake when Helle suddenly moved, trailing their fingers up his thighs, over his hips and onto his waist. He lowered his hands to push theirs away, but they were faster, grabbing him by the wrists and tugging his hands over to their chest. The point of the stake was now right above their unbeating heart, mere inches away from killing them; and they looked up at him with the same calm as always, almost– fond, or... or...

"You could do it now," they whispered, not letting him pull his hands back even if he wanted to. "All those mean, condescending insults, all that pain from feedings, all the ruined date nights, all that frustration from having to tolerate a leech like me in your home... gone."

"I can't," he whispered back, trying to blink away tears of shame. He just couldn't. His life was on the line. His family's life. And he couldn't.

"Why?"

He shook his head again. Maybe he didn't fully know, maybe he just didn't want to talk about it. Maybe he felt like he could just say no now that he was holding a stake to their heart.

"I thought you hated me."

"I do." His hands were shaking badly, worse by the second as Helle slowly worked his fingers loose from the stake. "But I– I don't know what would happen afterwards. And I don't want to kill anybody–"

"I'm already dead, Beck."

"I know." He let them take the stupid piece of wood, the one he now knew he'd never actually get to use because of his own cowardice. He yelped when Helle suddenly flipped their positions, settling comfortably between his legs and putting the pointed end of the stake against his heart.

"I let you do this because I thought it would be a nice little lesson," they said easily, almost pleasantly, no doubt enjoying the way he trembled under them. "I knew you would not be able to do it. At least I was confident enough. Of course, had you tried, I would have simply stopped you... but you did not even try."

There was no trace of fear in their voice or on their face from having been so close to death, nor was there a single tremor that would've run through their hands as they threatened someone with a very much lethal weapon. This wouldn't have been their first kill; nor their first death, for that matter. Beck stifled a little whimper at the thought.

"Whether you admit it or not, you love to hate me. You love to point to me and say I am the source of your problems, you love to fantasise about my death being the end of your misery, but you know it is not true. You love knowing that you do not have to fear vampires out at night anymore, aside from the one you already know. One that is, quite frankly–"

"Spoiling me," he blurted out, and their smile widened.

"Yes. Spoiling you. No magic. No quick and easy scrambling of your fragile, human mind. You love to think I am strict and cruel, because it makes you feel better about the world. You love to think I am the worst of it. But you know it is not true."

"I do, now." He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he stared up at the murderous being so close to killing him, and he dared hope they wouldn't. Because he knew them, and they knew him, and he dared hope that in itself was enough to keep him from dying tonight.

"I killed my sire like this." They sounded nostalgic, as though they were recalling their most pleasant memories. "There is something... quite special about staking someone. Forcing a piece of wood between their ribs, piercing their heart... I do love doing it. It is quite... intimate."

Beck felt the point be driven further into his skin, nestling between strands of the fabric in his shirt and drawing blood underneath. Maybe he wouldn't have been able to drive it through someone's chest without any momentum. Helle was definitely more than capable.

He held his breath, waiting for his death as the vampire watched the droplet of blood soak a small circle of red into his pristine shirt. Then they threw the stake aside, grabbing a hold of his wrist instead. "But if I staked you tonight, how would I ever turn you into my adoring little vampire servant? No, I am afraid that will have to wait." They kissed the inside of his wrist, and Beck shivered, bracing himself for the bite that would come as a direct result of his own incompetence. "But I am very pleased that this honesty hour has brought us a bit closer together."

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Hiiii, My first time asking here, but here a idea. A Jack vs Bo kinda senario! Like if they were both physical and could physically interact with one another, And how the mc handle having two yanderes following them around.

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Oh! Welcome Anon! Happy to have you! Also I've been thinking about this cause I want to make a mini series out of this. Cause your girl just can't choose one yandere 💅✨️

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The situation you found yourself in was easy to deal with at first. When Bo and Jack started arguing with one another about your attention you could easily separate the two. (Usually by picking up Bo and putting him in a separate room somewhere.). However, now that Bo finally has his physical form thanks to your kindness it was like the two were constantly fighting.

Jack didn't like Bo, not for a single minute. He was trying to take away HIS sunshine. Bo acted like he had some sort of wolfy claim on you just because you bought his little game device. Stupid Mutt.

Bo HATED Jack since the moment he met him. He knew Jack was what stood in front of him and had his puppy for himself. Jack always tries to leave him out of every outing trying to keep you to himself. Bo is gonna teach this clown that he isn't an Alpha to be messed with. Or so he thought till they both found out the hard way that they would kill each other. Fucking clown.

Yes, they have tried to fight it out physically and though they feel each hit, bite, and nasty word they can't die just wish they were by the end of it.

Though when they aren't fighting they constantly surveillance you. When you go to work Jack keeps an eye on you to make sure people like Nick don't come around you again. While Bo watches and interacts with you in public to let everyone know you're taken. In a way, this is how they get along in the beginning. They agree to set aside differences for your safety. You are after all the reason they are fighting in the first place.

Please for the love of everything make a schedule or get a bed big enough for the three of you. I mean unless you prefer constant brutal fucking, biting, and marking from the two trying to show the other up. Bo is the worst out of the two honestly especially since he likes to fuck in his beast form which runs strictly on emotions.

Though it will be a very rocky beginning for all of you, eventually their bickering will die down and they will only verbally fight when they think you aren't listening. They co-exist in an "I accept you're here to stay, but one wrong move and I will find a way to get rid of you." way.

Bonus that I wasn't sure where to put it:

The three of you were sitting on the couch. You leaned with your back to Jack's side, and Bo lay on top of you swatting away at Jack's hand that seemed ever closer to your breast. When your phone began to ring. Wanting to find an excuse to get up and stretch you signaled for Bo to get up, and when he did you left for your shared room in the back to take the call.

"Y-Y/n?" Well, now you wish you hadn't.

Ian waited patiently for your response, but when he was met with silence he continued.

"Y-you probably didn't mean to pick up again...b-but I'm glad you did!.... I just want to talk to you."

It had been a good 20 minutes, and you still haven't come back. Are you okay?? Did you get hurt??

Bo began to get anxious. So against Jack's president "Just give them time"s Bo got up and made his way to your room hoping to see you okay.

The closer he got the more he could hear sniffles and another man's voice on the other side of the door. He got as close to the door as he could trying to catch the conversation, but only got the tail end of it as you threw your phone somewhere to the side and cries became slightly louder.

The sound of your tears was torture to Bo, so in a fit of emotions, he frantically opened the door and wasted no time taking you in his arms.

"What's wrong puppy? What happened? Who hurt you?"

Afraid of what Jack might want to do already you tried not to say anything to Bo, but it seems Jack had other plans

Jack stood in the doorway arms crossed as he held an expression that can only be described as a mix of anger and sympathy.

"It was Ian…..wasn't it…?"

Bo's head quickly turned to Jack curious but alarmed by the new name

"Who is Ian?" You looked over to Jack with pleading eyes, but he simply shook his head.

"Their obsessed cheating ex" you could feel Bo's grip tighten around you as the words left Jack's mouth.

"And you answered his call?!" Bo was angry. You could hear it in his voice as he growled and looked down at you.

You tried to shrink into yourself, but Bo's iron grip made it impossible. "I-I didn't know…..I just answered…"

The silence hung heavy in the air as both men tried to gather their thoughts. It was obvious Ian still had a grip on you. It was also obvious what needs to be done.

Sharing a look both men nodded before Bo's grip on you loosened.

"I'm sorry puppy I just worry about you." He nuzzles his face into your neck peppering little kisses. "I don't like seeing you cry."

You let out quiet giggles at the ticklish feeling while leaning more into Bo. "I know….I'm sorry both of you. I should have paid more attention. "

You looked over to Jack holding your hand out to him. Jack visibly softened as he walked over, taking your hand, kneeling, and placing your palm on his face.

"It's okay sunshine. We still love you."

You smiled relaxing against Bo. They always knew how to make you feel better. Closing your eyes you could help but smile at how lucky you felt.

That night however the hunt was on.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

It was stupid, God it was the most ridiculous idea you'd ever had but it was your only chance.

You ran along the streets when your eyes caught two policemen standing outside a store.

"I'm going to get killed..." You muttered before you ran at him and tackled him to the ground before quickly jumping up.

"I'm gonna kill everyone here!" You screamed as the cop quickly and easily took you down and handcuffed you.

"Fucking psycho bitch." He muttered, making you stand up as they dragged you towards the cop car.

"I was just trying to get a coffee, goddamn." The other muttered as you sat in the back seat and sighed, glad you didn't have a bullet in your head.

"I'm tired of these fucking drug addicts." One of them grumbled as you sighed and rested your head against the seat.

You sat in a cell as you waited.

Suddenly you heard a noise and looked up to see a familiar face standing with an officer.

"Bucky!" You shouted in relief as you ran up to the door and looked at him.

The officer let you out and you ran to Bucky, hugging him tightly.

"You're lucky you've got rich friends." The officer mumbled before walking away.

Bucky awkwardly hugged you back before he pushed you away so he could see you.

"Y/N, what the hell? It's been three years and suddenly I get a call that you assaulted a police officer." He scolded as you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Bucky. I just couldn't think of anything else to do." You whispered as you began to cry.

Bucky looked at you better and noticed bruising all over you.

"Y/N, what the hell is going on?" He asked as you cried softly and held onto his hand.

"Can we just get out of here, please?" You whispered as he sighed.

"Okay, come on. We'll go somewhere and talk." He replied as you signed out of the police station and followed Bucky out to a car he had parked outside.

You got in the passenger seat and sighed, he started up the car and began to drive.

"Talk, Y/N. Because three years ago you left with no explanation, I tried to contact you, to find you, anything but I couldn't. You don't just leave someone like that, I care about you." Bucky scolded you as you turned your head to look at him.

"I know... I never ever wanted to leave." You replied as he sighed and kept his eyes on the road.

"If you didn't want to leave then why did you?" He asked as you turned back to stare at the road ahead.

"You remember Jay?" You muttered as Bucky glanced at you for a moment.

"Yeah, your boyfriend." He replied as you tried your best to not cry.

"He didn't let me see you... At first he was sweet and kind and he took care of me... But, it turned around so fast. He started hitting me and being paranoid if I left... Eventually he smashed my phone and locked me in the apartment, making sure I never left. " You whispered as Bucky stared at you for a moment before quickly realising he was still driving a car on a main road.

"Jesus, Y/N. I should've...I could've saved you." He muttered as you turned to look at him again.

"I was finally able to break out of the apartment when he was out. I didn't have money for a bus or train or anything. I didn't have a phone and I knew he would be after me very soon. So, I saw a policeman and attacked him. Knowing I could call you to bail me out." You said making Bucky sigh.

"Y/N, they could've shot you dead right there." He scolded as you chuckled a little.

"I wouldn't have minded." You muttered, looking away.

"It doesn't matter, I've got you now. That's what matters." Bucky whispered as he turned to you when he stopped at a red light.

You looked at him as well and smiled a little.

"So, you're not angry with me?" You whispered as Bucky reached over and gently placed his hand on your thigh.

"Doll, I could never be angry with you. Let's get you somewhere safe, okay?"

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold (Ice Cold)

Part 3 of You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader, Past! Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Description: After six months at sea, you're finally on your way home. Things with Jake are great and you've got a firm friend in Mickey Garcia. So why is it that the sight of San Diego harbor approaching faster and faster, makes you more and more nervous? How will your team, the other Daggers, take the news of Bradley and you? More importantly, how can you get even? You may not be the prettiest girl on North Island, but you know your own worth. Jake is proof of what you deserve. Revenge is going to feel good. After all, you know what they say; Revenge is a dish best served cold. In your case, Ice Cold.

Disclaimer: Female!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, Cursing, Sex, Sexual Themes, Minor mention of non-consensual rough sex, Panic Attack

The content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting taglist requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story.I do my best to portray adult relationships in this fic. Please do not interact with this story if you feel you are not ready to read about these themes.

Word Count: 6418

A/N: Hello, Hello! Welcome to the next chapter of You Play Stupid Games, You Win Stupid Prizes! We're getting into the fun stuff now! Jake and Bitsie are back in San Diego and it's time to get even! All of the revenge ideas came from some collective brainstorming done by everyone in the Controlled Chaos Squad! Thanks to all of you for these fabulous ideas!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

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It's been six months since you left San Diego. Six of the most challenging months you've ever spent deployed. The best part of the entire mission has been Jake. After the scare of the standoff while on patrol part way through your mission, you started to move on with Jake. There are only so many romantic things that people can do while on an aircraft carrier, but somehow Jake seemed to manage. You feel like an entirely new person with him. Every time you doubt yourself, he's there to prop you up, support you.

As the carrier approaches the docks in San Diego, however, you can't help feeling nervous. Your stomach is roiling and you have this nasty suspicion that Bradley will be waiting on the docks to greet you along with the rest of the Dagger Squadron. As you stand there with your duffel in your left hand, the fingers of the right are locked in a fist. But your hand opens of its own accord when someone comes to stand on your side. You don't have to look to your right to know who is standing there. The gentle pressure of a skin-warmed ring against the back of your hand is proof enough.

"Home again, huh?" Jake sounds tired, but so excited to be home. "Dinner, tomorrow night?"

You smile, all the tense roiling in your stomach turning into butterflies in an instant. "Pick me up at 6?"

"You got it, Bitsie!" He's smiling too, and when you sneak a look to your side he's looking right at you, something indescribable in his eyes. Before you can ask him what's on his mind, you're joined by Mickey and Mara. Jake gets lost in the hustle and bustle aboard the ship, but you’re not worried. He’ll find you before he heads home.

"Home again!" You're not surprised at all that Mickey's vibrating out of his skin as the docks grow ever closer. You had no idea that he was married or that he had a baby boy with his wife before this mission. He must miss them desperately.

"Yup! Are you ready to see your family again?" You smile easily as Mickey hugs you tight in his excitement.

"I'm so ready to see them again. I've missed them." His voice is fond as he clutches the pendant he wears permanently. The one that’s a locket containing his wife and son’s pictures. "Did I ever thank you for bringing us back to the ship safely when we ran into that SU-57?"

"Why would you thank me, Mickey?" You're really not sure why he'd thank you. You didn't do anything really other than nearly having a panic attack and throw your weight around in the flight ops center.

"You got Captain Mills to allow you to fix the radar system. It's funny, y'know. The only thoughts in my mind were my family. But Jake? He was only thinking about you. He's crazy about you. I've never seen him as happy as he has been over the past few months. That's all because of you." Mickey's got his eyes peeled, scanning the crowd looking for his family.

"He makes me really happy too, Mick." You laugh at the way he leaps into the air all of a sudden, waving at a gorgeous woman holding a chubby baby. "Enjoy your few days off before we're all back on North Island!"

He doesn't even respond before jostling his way to the front of the crowd so he can run right to his family. You follow along at a far more sedate pace. There's nobody waiting for you on the docks. Maybe Callie? But you don't have any family waiting for you. Sure enough, you're absorbed into the celebrations as the Dagger swarm their returning members. Jake’s found his way back to your group after being separated as well. It doesn't surprise you at all that they don't give you a second glance. You've never truly been a part of their family. You're happy enough to accept the hugs from Mara's older sister and those from the rest of your team.

Of course, when you turn back around looking for Jake, you see the two people you never want to see again. They're smiling as widely as can be as they mob you with hugs and in Bradley's case, kisses. The first press of Bradley’s lips to yours has you nearly retching in disgust. Has he always smelled so strongly of patchouli? Did his lips always feel so cold against your own? You push him away as hard as you possibly can once the shock wears away. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand.

"What the hell, Bradshaw?" The anger you've been carefully fostering for the past six months is finally making an appearance.

"What do you mean, Honey? I just kissed my girl to welcome her home." How dare he sound so confused?

"Your girl?!" You walk up to him and poke your finger at his sternum. "I haven't been your anything since I came to your house the day before I left and found you cumming in a trashy blonde named Britney."

He's smirking at you. "Are you sure that wasn't just a bad dream you had, baby?"

"Yes, I’m sure!” You can’t hide your frustration as he keeps trying to put his hands on you. And then there’s Natasha. The minute she sees you, she’s telling you absolutely everything you’ve done wrong over the past months. That list, of course, includes not calling her or Bradley the entire time you were on the carrier.

Bradley tells Natasha everything. Why, then, do they both look so happy to see you? Why do they look like you never broke up with Bradley? Your temper is fraying and while you’re avoiding Bradley’s hands, you’re looking for Jake. It’s obvious you’re not paying attention to either of them, though, so they switch tactics.

Bradley gets uncomfortably close to you, curling a strand of your hair between thick fingers and whispering in your ears. “D’you miss me so much, honey, that you were avoiding me so that you didn’t miss me more? What other explanation am I to think of for why you had a nightmare of me fucking another girl? It hurts a little that you’re so distrustful, but we can get past it. You’re home now, with me. I’m going to make sure my girl is fucked properly tonight.”

His words make you feel completely sick. You’ve only heard this particular tone from him one other time - the night he’d called you a slut for being nice. He’s going to dominate your body and soul if you don’t escape from him. But none of your friends, not Jake or Mara and Mickey are in eye or ear-shot. So you take matters into your own hands and step right on his instep as hard as you can, hissing words of your own into his ear.

“I’m NOT your girl, Bradshaw. Not anymore. You couldn’t see a good thing if it was standing in front of you, holding your hand.” Your chest heaves with every word. “Don't gaslight me, you ass. We're through. As far as I'm concerned, never seeing you again will be too soon!"

There's steam pouring out of your ears as you go in search of Jake. But you don't find him. Not until you reach the parking lot. He's talking to Coyote and smiling as he grabs keys from his friend's hand. When you walk up, you get a smile from Coyote but barely one from Jake. Coyote looks between you and Jake for several beats before loping back towards where Payback and Mickey are with Mickey's family. When you turn back to Jake, he's glaring at you.

"What happened?" Did Jake get bad news?

Your face drops as he spits out, "What happened? So you’re back with me, huh? What happened to Bradshaw? Was it all some plot? Make me fall for you and yank the rug out from under me? If this is some sick foreplay between the two of you and Phoenix, keep me out of it."

"No!" You try to take his hand, but he avoids every move you make.

"Then why was he kissing you?" He saw Bradley kiss you. No wonder he feels like you betrayed him.

"It's this twisted, gaslighting game the two of them are playing. He had the gall to accuse me of dreaming that he cheated. I pushed him away. I don't want his kisses anymore, Jake. Just yours." He's looking at you intently, cataloging all your facial expressions.

"Prove it." There's something in his face that you can just see. He looks resigned, so sure that you're going to let him down.You hesitate just a little, but your resolve is set when you see his expressions freeze into an emotionless mask. You step forward after setting your duffel down next to Jake's own. You stand on tiptoes and tug his mouth down to yours. This kiss sets your blood aflame in a greater magnitude than the chill Bradley’s had sent coursing through your veins. Jake tastes so good, always. You could drown in his cologne and stay wrapped in his arms for the rest of your life. You pull away when the need for oxygen becomes apparent and just stare into his eyes.

"I promised, didn't I? That I'd prove to the world that he was wrong about you? You don't have to test me, Jake." You cup the back of his head, carding your fingers through the soft, short strands at the base of his neck as you look into his emerald eyes. At your words, Jake drags you into another head-spinning, intense kiss. This time when you break away, it is because of whistling and cheering. Your face feels hot and flushed as you hug Jake for a few more minutes before turning back around.

The Dagger Squad is arrayed around you, and you can tell based on their faces who has sided with Bradley and who has sided with you and Jake. Mickey, Mara and your team are smiling at you. So are Coyote, Payback, Callie, Omaha. The remainder of the team, composed of Fritz, Phoenix, Bob, Harvard and Yale, are glaring at you. At the forefront of the glaring faction is Bradley. Jake's tense as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"Oh, baby." Bradley's voice sends shivers down your spine. "What happened, huh? You rolled into bed with Bagman and you decided that I had cheated?” He looks sadly at Phoenix and Bob, appearing for all the world like a victim. “I thought you knew better than to get involved with Bagman! He corrupts everything he touches. I hoped you’d never end up in his clutches. Don’t come running back to me when he dumps you because you’re too innocent for him."

Jake's jaw is clenched as he glares right at Bradley's face. You forestall Jake's poison tongue with a kiss to the cheek and decide to unleash your own. You pull your iPad out, scrolling to the pictures and video you'd taken the night before you left for the mission, when you had gone to Bradley's house. You’re so thankful that you have multiple backups of the incriminating footage. You pick the videos to play one after the other.

"I cheated?!" Your voice is more menacing than you've ever heard it. "If I cheated, then who's this blonde on your dick? I don't make accusations without proof." You show the aviators, who you'd thought were your friends, the videos first, keeping the sound off so you don't have to hear Britney's fake moans spill out. You can’t help the grim smile curling your lips as Bradley and Natasha both blanche. Bob, for one, is frowning intensely as the videos play.

"Who's the cheater now, huh?" Your smile is a shark’s grin, bared for blood as you go for the jugular. "She gives it better to you than I can, right? Well, then. I found someone who can give it to me better than you ever could." You turn to Natasha next. "Then, there's the matter of you, Miss Firebird. You knew he was cheating. Multiple people have told me that the only Britney they knew was Bradley’s cousin from San Francisco.”

“Obviously, that’s not true. I mean,” Your tone is cutting and darkly mischievous as you continue. “Come on, Bradley. I knew you were from the middle of nowhere. But I had no idea you were redneck enough to fuck your cousin. But that’s a whole ‘nother issue, I guess.” You can hear Jake’s chuckle as you continue.

“Back to you, Trace. I thought you were my friend. Sisters before Misters and all that. Guess I was wrong. You can keep your so-called friendship. Maybe he'll finally turn around and realize that you're in love with him and give you a chance." They’re both spluttering now, Natasha’s face is neon red with mortification at your words and Bradley looks ready to throttle you. But you don’t pay either of them any mind, moving right to Jake’s truck.

He's already loaded your bag into his truck and has the door open for you. As you step up into the cab, you kiss him, relishing in how good it feels. It's with Jake that you finally feel at peace. He’s smiling from ear to ear as he gets you settled in the passenger seat, even going so far as to buckle you in. For several moments it’s silent as you wait for Jake to get settled in the driver’s seat. Right before he turns the truck on, he tips your mouth to meet his again. You can feel his smile against your lips as he peppers your mouth with kisses.

“That, sweetheart? That was amazing. I’ve never seen Phoenix at a loss for words before. You stripped them down so skillfully. You also exposed them for what they are. Manipulators and fair-weather friends.” He kisses you one more time before taking your hand in his securely. When you look out of the windshield, you can see all of the aviators talking to and over Bradley and Natasha. Your entire team has joined in. It doesn't look like either of them will have very many friends by the end of the day.

“I - I didn’t overdo it?” Your voice is quiet as you trace your fingers over the smooth silhouette of Jake’s academy ring.

“No, sweets. You did not. You gave them a talking-to that someone should have long ago. I’m not even sure how long it’s been since someone who wasn’t a pilot put them in their place.” He kisses your knuckles and you let the tension drain away.

You spend the rest of the night with Jake. Your earlier words may very well have been hyperbole, but you find out that you spoke the truth that night when Jake fucks you so hard you see stars and when you feel so loved that you could never forget it. You wake up the next morning to messages on your phone. The first few are from Mara and Mickey, including one group chat named REVENGE in all-caps. The last one is from Bob, apologizing for Natasha and everything she's done to cause you pain. He also offers to help out however and whenever you need. So of course, you invite him to meet you for brunch.

When you and Jake meet Mickey, his wife and son, Mara, Bob, Meg and Callie for brunch, that's when the planning for the Revenge begins. Most of it happens while you've got Baby Alex on your lap, keeping the little guy distracted while he plays with your bracelet. You feel Jake’s eyes on you the entire time you’re cuddling the child close. You can’t resist feeding him bites of food or pressing kisses into his downy soft hair either. Jake gives Bob the run-down of your plan hatched in quiet moments on the carrier. He's in 100%, at least for the parts involving Natasha. It helps too, that he's roommates with her and can give you unfettered access to her bedroom when you need it.

It might be a bit juvenile, playing pranks on the two of them, but what else can you do? Jake, Mickey and Mara had helped you pore over Naval regulations for hours while you were on the carrier. Even with the evidence you have, they'd only get a slap on the wrist each and be free to do this to anyone else they like. And there are some lines you just won't cross. That is your first, and really, only, rule.

You want revenge, not to cause grievous bodily harm. Everything you and your friends do needs to be semi-legal and absolutely untraceable to you. Additionally, nothing you do can happen on base. For Bradley, you’ve got that on lock. Early on in your relationship, he’d given you spare keys to his house, the Bronco, and the security alarm and camera codes. He’d told you himself that he never changes the passcodes and that he even completely forgets to turn the alarms or cameras on. He’ll never know what hits him. For Natasha, that’s why you’ve conscripted Bob. As her roommate, he can pass you the keys to the apartment while maintaining an air of plausible deniability.

You wait for a while to set your revenge plans in motion. Each day, you fall even deeper in love with Jake. With each day, you also see how Bradley and Natasha's reputations have fallen since you returned to San Diego, as well. Nobody speaks to Bradley or Natasha anymore unless it’s mission critical. Bob, poor sweet Bob, has been getting the brunt of Natasha’s ill-temper all day. She's rude and snappy, basically only barking orders at him, and barely, barely listening to his advice.

The day after Bob requests to fly with Jake is the day all of your plans are put into motion. It starts with keys. You still have Bradley and Natasha’s phone numbers. So you buy cheap keys for various doors from an Etsy seller who collects them and keeps the rare ones and attach tags on them. When everything is said and done you have over a hundred keys with Bradley’s phone number and over a hundred with Natasha’s phone number all containing the message: “Call if lost. IMPORTANT!” Over the past weeks you’ve been leaving the keys around the greater San Diego area, hoping that someone will start calling either of them to pick the key up. It starts right after Mav announces the wingman change. You and your team are running simulations against an F-22 you’ve got in the corner of the hangar when you hear the way Phoenix starts yelling at Bob.

She’s getting into his personal space, all accusatory and angry about why he’s leaving her when he’s supposed to have her back. That’s when her phone rings. She picks it up mid-yell, holding one finger out before barking, “WHAT!”, into the device. Her brow furrows as she listens intently to the person on the other end.

“My key? No, I haven’t lost any keys.” They’re insistent, the good samaritan on the other side. Natasha tells them repeatedly that it’s not her key, but eventually, she gives in. Her huff of breath is over-exaggerated as she marches out of the hangar. You watch the show for the next two weeks as Lieutenant’s Trace and Bradshaw get call after call. All about lost keys. Their tempers are even shorter than they have been since they got back. They’re letting it affect their work in addition to their personal time. Natasha’s been like a dog with a bone, trying and failing to figure out where the keys are coming from. But she doesn't have the time or the patience to actually figure anything out. Bradley seems to care less. In fact you’ve heard him on the phone with Britney asking her to pick up the keys for him.

It’s time to up the game. Mara’s sister works for one of the big drug companies. When you were discussing revenge plans, the top suggestion was an erectile dysfunction drug trial. It just so happens that Mara’s sister has friends in the pharmaceutical industry looking for candidates for an ED trial. It’s a matter of a couple of hours to sign Bradley up for as many trials as Mara’s sister can refer you to with his phone number. Bob also manages to get Britney’s phone number as well, so you sign Bradley up with her phone number as well.

When Bradley’s at the Hard Deck one night, singing away on the piano with Britney perched on his lap, you drive to his house. He hasn’t changed the alarms or even turned them on. You pull out the placebo ED pills Mara gave you weeks ago and sneak into the master bedroom. The entire house smells like patchouli and cotton candy. Britney must be the source of that atrocious, sickeningly-sweet, juvenile scent. The house is also a complete mess. All the pictures are awry and there is shattered glass and clothing everywhere. As you pass the kitchen, you can see the trash can overflowing near the back door and you can smell something rotten the whole way. Carole Bradshaw would have a heart attack if she ever saw her house like this.

The bedroom, too, is covered in trash and clothes and littered with used condoms. At least he’s getting his dick wet? The white sheets on his bed look gray with dirt and stiff as a board. You shudder in disgust, glad that at least you’re wearing gloves so you don’t have to touch a single filthy surface. You’re also immensely glad that you never have to sleep in that bed ever again. You place the pills conspicuously in the medicine cabinet and leave.

The next day is when the first of the drug trial screenings start. It’s hardly a surprise when the squadron and your team are at the Hard Deck that night and Britney comes storming in.

“Baby!” Her voice is squeaky and high-pitched. She’s so angry she’s quivering in her fake Gucci slides. “Tell me why I just got a phone call from a drug company talking about participating in a drug trial?”

“I dunno, Baby.” He shrugs, coolly taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand. “It’s probably just a spam call.”

“Yeah, see, I thought so too. But they weren’t talking ‘bout me! They were asking about you! For an erectile dysfunction drug trial.” Britney’s last words are so loud that most of the bar goes silent.

“So I went to check your medicine cabinet.” She pulls something out of her tiny purse. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

You turn into Jake’s chest, putting your arms around him as you muffle your laughter. Jake plays it off by tugging you into a kiss. Most of the bar is snickering at the free show Britney’s putting on. The final straw is when she sees you and walks right to you as fast as she can with her weird mincing gait.

“Did you know?” You blink at her.

“You didn’t?” At her shocked face, you continue.

“Aww, you’re really just a kid aren’t you? It’s nothing on you. Some men just need a little assistance to get it up for a pretty girl. It’s just biological. You’ve been with Bradley for how long? Six months at least, right? He’s probably been ashamed of it. You should be as supportive as possible!” Your voice is anything but quiet, and in the hush the bar is under it carries quite far.

Bradley’s face is an unflattering puce shade as Britney flounces back to him and starts fawning all over him. It's only a couple of minutes before he pays and drags Britney out with him, still chattering on and on about how, "Erectile Dysfunction isn't anything to be ashamed about, Baby!" and, "Aww, you're still my daddy, Braddy!"

Bradley gets phone calls day and night for the next two weeks. He’s the talk of North Island. You can’t count the number of times you’ve heard others talk about how even Lieutenant Bradshaw fell victim to a man’s worst ailment. Everytime he walks into the room, people ask him how many pills it takes. At the Hard Deck, it’s even worse. Sure, all the old-timers buy him sympathy drinks, but even when Britney is there, all the badge bunnies that had fawned over him give him disgusted looks and walk away as fast as they can. For a man who prides himself on his prowess in bed and out of it, this is a shot to his ego that he can’t take.

You and Jake stay apart from it all, casually watching the hits to Bradley’s ego day by day. Bradley doesn’t hide a single longing glance whenever he catches Jake whirling you around on the dance floor. Whether Britney is on his arm or not, his eyes settle on your face, heavy and uncomfortable. Jake makes all the sensations wash away like water off a duck’s back though. You can’t believe now that you ever thought Bradley Bradshaw would marry you or that you’d ever spend the rest of your life with him. You’re finally becoming aware of what a relationship is supposed to be like.

It doesn't surprise you at all one morning when Bradley walks into the officer’s ready room on the phone with his coffee cup in one hand. You only hear a one-sided conversation, but it's enough to have you in paroxysms of glee. Glee which you can’t show, but feel nonetheless.

"I understand, sir. But I did not submit my phone number for your drug trial." There's a pause as Bradley frowns into his coffee cup. "What do you mean there were multiple submissions of my phone number? My girlfriend's too?!"

More glaring and now he's dragging his fingers through his curls. "What do you mean they were anonymously submitted? You don't have a single name? A single phone number?"

His mouth is agape now. "There was a webform to fill out? You're not tracking any user data? None at all?"

Bradley's frown is thunderous as he listens to the last words the representative on the line says. "What the hell does that mean, huh? A double-blind trial? I don't care what it means for your fucking trial. I don't have erectile dysfunction, I don't need medication for it, and I would like you to stop calling my girlfriend and I about it!"

He hangs up the phone and launches the ceramic cup in his hand in your direction. You duck, as do your team members, avoiding the ceramic missile as it impacts against the wall, shattering into a million sharp shards while leaving a sizable divot in the drywall. There is something unhinged in his gaze as he stomps towards you.

“YOU! YOU DID THIS!” You look at him with your mouth parted. “YOU SIGNED ME UP FOR THESE ED TRIALS!”

“Lieutenant Bradshaw. Why the hell would I do that?” You know why you did it. His reaction more than ever tells you that you made the right choices for your revenge. The whole point is that he has no idea why you did it. “I deleted your number. I don’t have it anymore.”

“But your boyfriend” He crooks his fingers as he says that last word, “still does. How do I know that he didn’t give you my number?”

Bradley’s completely in your personal space right now.

“You don’t.” Your voice is carefree as you shrug your shoulders and turn around.

He turns you around roughly, his hands too tight around your upper arms as he breaths crazy-eyed into your face.

“FIX IT!” He’s roaring now, acting for all the world like a toddler who hasn’t gotten his way.

You try ineffectively shrugging him off, but when that doesn’t work, you settle for responding to him as calmly as you can.

“Fix it? Lieutenant Bradshaw, I didn’t think you thought so highly of me.” You’re channeling Jake at his most infuriating at the moment. “How would I be able to fix something that I didn’t even do?”

He seems dumbstruck by the thought. This? Is this really the man who became one of the top Naval Aviator’s in the nation? You shrug him off finally just as Maverick calls him in for his next hop. He’s flying with Phoenix, Harvard, and Yale. This is the perfect chance to put the next part of your plan into action.

You head out of the room, making your way towards the locker rooms. You pass Jake and Bob on the way. Jake’s sweat mussed and tousled, smiling from ear-to-ear as he chats cheerily with Bob. They both give you identical Cheshire Cat grins as you walk into the female officer’s locker room. Natasha’s always been diligent about closing her locker. But you know the combination. It’s the matter of minutes to open your own locker and take out the small bottles you’d packed that morning.

You’ve never thought to thank your lucky stars that Natasha is a billion times cleaner than Bradley. She’s got all of her toiletries neatly arrayed on the shelf. It’s a matter of a few moments for you to pull out her shampoo and conditioner. You unscrew the bottles and carefully squirt in half of each bottle you brought into her shampoo and half into her conditioner. You shake the bottles well and set them carefully back into her locker, ensuring the door is locked as you do so. Now all you have to do is wait. For the next few months you watch as Natasha’s hair grows lighter and sparklier. You’re always careful to use the weakest bleaching agent you could get, in this case a mixture of peroxide and baking soda. The best part is how every time she switches out her hair products you let her hair breathe before you go back to mixing the glitter and peroxide- baking soda solution in. She always gets so cocky when she switches her products.

Glitter is a bitch to get out of clothes and hair. You know from experience. Jake’s niece had sent you a glitter encrusted paper crown while you’d been deployed. One wear and you’d been picking glitter off your person for the rest of the voyage. Paired with the gradual lightening of her hair and it’s fascinating to see how the prim, straight laced Phoenix loses her composure. Her hair hasn’t lightened too much from her natural chocolate color. She looks great, actually, the bitch. She’s just so Type A about it, that’s it normal for you to hear a rant in the locker room if she’s ever in the room at the same time you are. The motes of glitter are so small that she looks like a runway-ready supermodel at all times.

Summer roars into San Diego in mid-May. That’s about when you begin to hear the susurrations of another deployment coming the Daggers’ way. This time, it’s an eight week joint training exercise in Nevada. The Navy and Air Force are sending jets and their pilots for it. There’s a lot of Navy pride on show on North Island coming up on the day Bradley, Natasha, Payback and Fanboy, Omaha and Halo leave. The entire base is festooned in flags and Naval squadron banners and pennants. Unsurprisingly, Britney is fawning all over Bradley, doing a kiss and cry, bawling crocodile tears as he gets into his jet and flies away.

That night, you sneak into Bradley’s house and plant frozen shrimp in his shower rods, and a frozen fish in the trunk of the Bronco as your final act of revenge. Britney isn’t around. Not at all. You don’t think she’s even been back to the house since Bradley left. It doesn’t even surprise you a couple of days later when you see her at the Hard Deck all over another aviator. You don’t even bother giving her any attention. She’s a case of Chlamydia or Gonorrhea or any number of other sexually transmitted diseases waiting to happen. She’s also not your problem.

Those eight weeks are genuinely some of the most fun you’ve ever had. North Island is finally as much fun as it was before your life fell apart and you had to build it all back together piece by piece. Slowly, you let the ache for vengeance, for revenge fade away too. When you think of Bradley now, you see him as he is. A hurt, distraught boy who lost everything, everyone who loved him. A boy who never truly knew how to make the most of his life. A boy who is scared to trust anyone or anything with who he is, because everyone else who he trusted with himself is gone now.

You turn over a new leaf when the remaining Daggers get home again. You treat Bradley and Natasha, no, Lieutenants Bradshaw and Trace, as professionally as possible. You’re not overtly kind or adversarial. You treat them like any other distant colleague. That’s what works. At least until you walk into the officer’s ready room one afternoon in search of coffee. Bradshaw’s in there, talking to someone on the phone. It’s another one-sided conversation. You try your best not to eavesdrop, though your heart drops when you hear what he’s talking about.

"What do you mean, you've never seen it, Britney?" He sounds distraught. "Th-that was my mom's wedding ring. She wore it until the day she died. It's one of the only pieces of her I have left. Other than, of course, the house I let you trash."

You can barely hear the squeakiness of her voice as she responds back to him.

"It's always on my dresser, Britney. You know that. You've looked at it enough." Whatever she says has him chuckling mirthlessly. "If we weren't through already, I would've broken up with you for this."

You finish pouring your coffee in silence. When you turn around, your mug in hand, Bradley's standing on the other side of the bar.

"You heard that, huh?" You nod, not sure what you can say, how you could possibly console him.

"I bet you're happy, aren't you? To see me in so much pain?" His eyes are red-rimmed and so sad.

"No, Bradshaw, I'm not." You inhale. "I know what Carole Bradshaw means to you. I know what both your parents mean to you. Why would I be happy to cause you pain?"

"B-because I was happy to cause you pain. For months. If you hadn't wised up, I would probably still be doing it." He looks so lost. "You wouldn't by any chance know where my mom's ring could've gone, do you? I mean you pranked everything else. The shrimp was a good touch."

"I didn't take it, Bradshaw." He doesn't believe you, you know that by the look on his face. It reminds you how at one point you knew him better than you knew yourself.

You leave him in the ready room alone after that. But Carole's ring still remains in your brain. You try everything you can to find it, but ultimately have to give in. It's not like you have a tracking chip on Britney after all. Life does what it always seems to. It moves on. You don't forget the pain Bradley and Natasha put you through, but you do forgive them for it.

As luck would have it, one of Jake's old squad mates is getting married in Italy. It's a fall wedding and supposed to be gorgeous. You buy your dress easily, but it's your jewelry that you struggle with. Meg suggests a cute little Mom and Pop owned pawn shop downtown, so when you have a free weekend afternoon you head down there. You find your necklace and earrings easily. But the sweet older lady manning the till also tells you there is a matching bracelet which is supposed to be a part of the set.

She points you to a dusty case and it's while you search for that bracelet that you see it. It's Carole Bradshaw's wedding ring. The oval cut diamond looks just like you remember it, and it's complete with the engraving on the inside of the band, "My darling Carole, I'll love you forever. Your Nick." You can't resist purchasing it along with the necklace set.

"That's a beautiful ring, isn't it, Miss?" She's so elegant, her hair gray and eyes filmy but still beautiful and poised.

"It is." You take a breath and explain to her it's significance.

"So you're returning the ring to your ex?" You can't blame her for asking the question.

"Yeah, I think I am." That's when you get an idea. "I noticed that you have a security system in here. Do you remember what day you bought this ring?"

"Yes, I do. It was a young blonde girl. She was sobbing about being pregnant and needing money." She shrugs. "So, I bought the ring. Between you and me though, I don't think she actually was. She walked into the liquor store next door and walked out drinking from a bottle of Vodka."

She's smiling at you, and you smile back, not surprised in the slightest that Britney would go so far to dupe an old lady.

"Can you pull up the security camera footage for that day? And send it to this address with the ring?" You smile as she calls her son in from the backroom. You repeat your request to him and in short while you've sent Carole Bradshaw's ring home.

It feels like the end of an arc of your life. You finally feel at peace. When you pull into your driveway, and see Jake standing there, you know for sure you made the right choice. Now and always. It's time to live your life with the man you love on your terms. Not for revenge.

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hey theree i've never requested anything but i have this idea in mind...

so reader and eddie are dating and they're hanging out with steve, nancy and robin and they play truth or dare and they kinda tease reader about how her and eddie have never done anything besides kissing and reader gets really upset because shes not ready yet and locks herself in the bathroom and starts crying, then eddie comforts her about it?

idk just a little idea i had

have a great day :))

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you and eddie always loved hanging out with the group, even though you’d much rather be with eddie, you weren’t the type to never hang out with your friends.!

so the two of you invited them over to eddie’s trailer, you started talking a bit but soon enough you started playing some party games, one of them being the infamous truth or dare

“okay—is it true that you and steve are gonna have kids the second you graduate” eddie asked

“yep, emphasis on graduate, something you’ll never be able to do”

the group chuckled, “we’ll see about that” you said and everyone ooh’d

“well, munson, didn’t know had your head in the game this year” steve said

“yeah because he doesn’t, it’s me” you joked and everyone laughed

you enjoyed moments like these, where everyone would laugh and joke around, without all the darkness that consumed them when they were alone, just peace. because recently, that always gets ruined.

“okay okay, y/n, truth or dare” nancy asked

“truth” you said

“you guys are such cowards! pick dare for once” robin said and you guys laughed

“have you ever had sex with eddie?” she asked and the room erupted in oohs and cheers

“oh please, she’s a goody two shoes” steve said, “besides, she’d never lose it to his fugly ass” steve teased and eddie lightly chuckled

“we already know the answer to this. i’ll cut my arm off if it’s a yes. she’d never be one of those girls” robin chuckled, and you just played along. you didn’t exactly like the way they were talking about you, as if you were not there, and it wasn’t even in the good.

“excuse me” you said, getting up, but nobody really noticed, too busy laughing, except for eddie, who knew exactly what was going on

you went to the bathroom and locked the door, tears started streaming down your eyes as you slid down the door, you felt so stupid.

why did they say it as if it was a bad thing? why would they even ask that? she wasn’t a goody two shoes—she loved eddie but—

knock knock knock

“sweetheart?” eddie spoke and you quickly wiped your tears

“yeah?” you said, your voice hoarse

“they’re gone, love” he said

“wh—why?” you asked

“you know why, let me see you, baby” he said and you sighed, slowly opening the door, but the second it did, he saw your eyes, red and puffy with more tears brimming in them

you were a pure thing. highest grades, great in after school activities, never had a drink, very polite, the nicest girl anyone met. eddie knew how innocent you were, and how important your innocence was to you, and he’d never ever take it away unless you ask.

“i—‘m sorry eds, i’m not ready—i know a lot of girls usually do it but i’m—i’m too scared i can’t—“

“princess” he said as he held your hand, “don’t listen to them, i know you’re not ready. that’s why i don’t push you. trust me, i don’t care. i only care about you, whether you’re ready or not.” he said, looking right into your eyes

god, how did you find a man like him? how was he so patient with you? how could he give you so much love when he could easily find any other girl that would give him what you’re not ready for?

eddie was right, who cares? your innocence is yours and you’d only lose it when it’s time.

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☁️ THE PROJECT #2

summary ⎯ a biology project; that's all it is intended to be, a matter of communication amongst classmates in order to succeed yet the more time chris and aluna spend together, the harder it becomes to distinguish the line between requirement and want. they are required to work together, to spend time with one another and to exist beside one another until suddenly it doesn't feel forced. what is supposed to be simply completing a project turns into an unmistakable connection of hearts.

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

warnings ⎯ chris x fem!poc!oc, cursing, fluff, grumpy!oc and sunshine!chris, eventual smut, not proofread, mentions of anxiety, toxic homelife, mentions of selfharm, angst, hurt and comfort, etc.

A/N ⎯ another series baby! i know i said it would be one long fic but i wanted to get some writing out soon. i've written a few parts so i'll post them all rn but there's more to come eventually!!

i hope you enjoy <3

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chris walked towards the door as he heard the bell chiming, his chain dangling a little from the pace he was walking at. he opened the door and saw her in all her glory, looking more flawless than ever. he was genuinely surprised he didn't know who she was before he was partnered up with her. neither him nor his brothers knew of her presence and she was literally in their fucking class. he shook the thoughts from his mind quickly, allowing her to step inside.

"hey," he smiled at her, leading her to the living room where she could already see the sprawled out paper and textbooks for their granted subject.

"hi," she mumbled mindlessly, observing the room with curious eyes that had chris holding back a slight laugh.

he took a seat on the couch and gestured for her to follow, pretending he didn't notice the way she purposely maintained a good amount of distance between them. her hands were back to picking at her nails and he frowned.

"do me a favour, pass me that textbook please?" he pointed at a book on the floor and she sighed slowly.

she picked it up and rolled her eyes to herself as she took in the fact that it was significantly closer to him and he could have easily gotten it himself. he knew he was being stupid but she wasn't picking at her skin anymore so he found himself believing it was worth it.

"so how do you want to do this?" he questioned, toying with the strings of his sweatpants as he observed her face for an answer.

she turned away from his gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes as she spoke, "i'm not fussed, whatever you want."

"you really like giving me nothing to work with," he laughed a little at her short and very undetailed answers throughout.

good. she found herself thinking before she brushed aside her thoughts and faced him to offer a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"okay... i was thinking we could do it like more of an artistic approach instead of just talking at the class. you any good at art?" he studied her as he spoke, eyes never leaving her.

"i'm okay," she told him simply.

lie. art had been one of her escapes for as long as she could remember. she thoroughly enjoyed seeing her ideas come to life with the swipe of a pencil or the stroke of a brush. it made her feel part of something without having to actually involve herself. her bedroom at home was filled with her art pieces yet here she was, hiding yet another factor about herself because why did anyone need to know a single thing about her?

"okay is good enough," he smiled softly before he continued, "should we start with the similarities and then go onto the differences like the basic structure?"

she nodded her head without even truly understanding what he asked her. she wasn't paying attention. she couldn’t bring herself to pay attention but she still sat beside him on the floor when he started to set out a plain sheet of A3.

"if we're going to do this together, i don't wanna be bored out of my fucking mind," he groaned, pausing his typing on his macbook, "tell me about yourself miss i sit at the back of the class and barely speak."

there it was. one of the reasons she preferred working alone. when she was alone, she didn't need to allow another person to get to know her. when she was alone it was just her and her focus on the work. but she was not alone and chris was smiling at her expectantly. it was too bad she didn't know how to talk about herself or talk at all, for that matter.

"look... this is just a project i'm doing for my final grade. i'm not here to make friends," the initial stab followed by the twist when she saw chris' expression drop for the first time since she had spoken to him.

"i know things about people who aren't my friends," he pushed with a teasing grin; did this boy seriously not know how to take a hint?

"what do you want to know?" her eyebrows furrowed together because she couldn't see why someone would want to dig deep into her of all people.

"night or day person?" the query wasn't really what she was expecting so it took her by surprise and she took a moment or so before she fully comprehended it.

"night," was the short reply he received and well, it made a lot of sense in his head despite barely knowing her.

"i can't even act surprised," he pointed out and she furrowed her brows at him again.

he chuckled at her expression before explaining himself, "you don't seem like the type to love sunshine and all that kind of stuff."

how was it that he was able to read her so easily when they had only just met? it scared her. people weren't meant to read her. this was all a bad idea.

"this is a stupid conversation," another shut down but chris paid attention to the way she continuously refused to hold any form of eye contact with him, almost as though her eyes would share every word she didn't dare speak.

"why do you do that?" he found himself pondering aloud before he could realise what he was doing and take it back.

"do what?" she stared at the floor, burning holes into it with her eyes and only proving chris' point further.

"you don't hold eye contact," he commented and she froze because that was just yet another thing he had learnt about her. why the fuck was he so attentive?

"maybe i just don't want to?" not entirely a lie and certainly not the full truth but it would make do for now.

he stayed silent and she used that as a means of returning to the project, acting oblivious to the way she could feel his eyes trained on her. eventually, he seemed to understand she wasn't going to entertain him and so he got back to work, minimal chatter about the project being the only source of noise in the overbearing silence.

and then she left, as quickly as she arrived and with the same minimal words. she didn't look back when she existed the door and she didn't look through her car window to see if chris was still standing on the front porch. he decided to head back inside when he could no longer view her car and found his brothers who he knew would have at least a question or two.

"how was your date?" nick asked from his seat on one of the stools in the kitchen, a teasing smile planted across his face.

"was she everything you expected and more?" matt giggled alongside him and chris actually groaned out of frustration.

he had told matt and nick she was pretty. it wasn't a lie; it didn't take a genius to realise as such so he had no idea why they were acting like him stating the obvious was the end of the world and him confessing his love. they hadn't shut up about her since chris and her got partnered together and even more so since she arrived at their house, messaging ridiculous things on their groupchat.

"it wasn't a date," he rolled his eyes, taking a seat beside nick and stealing some of his fries in the process.

"so it was bad?" matt pushed and chris threw a fry at him.

"she doesn't talk much, short as fuck answers and only trying to talk about the actual project. it's like talking to a brick wall," he recounted earnestly.

"maybe you're just boring," nick shrugged, earning him a loud scoff from chris.

"maybe she just doesn't like people," matt said something a little more sensible but it also made chris frown because it sounded rather genuine.

it actually made a lot of sense; from the way he'd never heard her so much as speak even though it was approaching the end of high school entirely and the way she attempted to ignore every last friendly approach he tried. yet at the same time, he knew there was something beyond what met the eyes and he thought if he dug deep enough, he would actually find the treasure beneath.

and then his phone vibrated.

aluna🌙

sorry did i leave a bracelet at your house? i think i was playing around with it and forgot to pick it up on my way out

chris (bio)

hold on let me check for you

aluna🌙

okay thanks

chris (bio)

yeah there's this charm one which is definitely not any of ours

aluna🌙

shit i'm sorry

chris (bio)

no you're good! i'll bring it to school tomorrow

aluna🌙

we don't have bio tomorrow

chris (bio)

don't worry i'll find you :)

aluna🌙

okay

chris returned to the kitchen and laughed a little at his brothers' confused glances, "she forgot her bracelet."

"more of an excuse to talk to her," nick beamed and chris shook his head fondly, slipping the bracelet between his fingers and studying the charms closely.

he wondered if there was a story behind them, a reason for those specific charms to have been selected. there were two stars which make the most sense to him. there was also a paint palette and he smiled at that; he guessed she was in tune with art after all. what confused him the most was the little lightbulb. it was very small, barely there, yet he felt like it stuck out the most. it was in the centre and looked the oldest. he was probably reading too much into it but he was one to dwell on things so just maybe it was in his nature.

he spent a lot of the rest of the day examining the charms, far longer than he would like to admit. she just intrigued him, he wanted to know more about her, what was beneath that mask she slipped on so easily. he twisted the bracelet in his hands before he slid it onto his wrist, thankful for the adjustability, in the hopes that he would not forget to take it to school the following day.

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

TAGS: @mattslolita @mattsleftnipple03 @sturniolololover @hearts4chris @sturniofilmd @luvsturns @that-general-simp

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physicsfox7 · 2 months

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So, I have to brag just a bit. As previously mentioned, I haven't ever been great at fighting games. Moreover, I was a notorious button masher.

But with the release of my beloved Elphelt on Strive, I am here to stay. I've been playing since about mid-December, and I am a slow learner as it is.

In the beginning, with my friends patented school, I learned a lot in a short amount of time. Then I practiced on my own, ran the arcade mode, and worked on tower. I of course grabbed fights with friends when I could. But about 5 weeks ago, I hit what felt like a plateau. Admittedly, getting my ass handed to me constantly was very disheartening as well. And I still wasn't very good.

I stepped away from it for a couple of weeks, proceeded to lose whatever edge I had developed, and lost interest. I bought Bridget in an attempt to reawaken the fighting spirit, and spent a very lovely afternoon fighting her computer on very hard. Then I stopped and didn't pick it up.

When they dropped A.B.A on Tuesday, I was very excited. I thought a new character to try out would help, and everyone else would be trying her as well, so I might have a chance to win a little bit while they learn the new controls.

With the new patch, suddenly I couldn't boot the game. I spent over a day trying to figure it out. I tried everything from verifying files to reinstalling to getting third party software. Nothing worked, I just couldn't get on the network. I missed out on pre practice, I missed out on hours of playing with friends. Finally, working with everyone, we figured out the problem. One stupid, simple fix (disabling my antivirus software, yes I know I'm an idiot) and it booted first try.

By the time I joined the lobby, I was shaking from being hungry and angry and frustrated. Everyone else was warmed up, and I was cold for three weeks. I sorta kinda held my own, got my ass kicked again and again, but it didnt feel oppressive. Instead, it was invigorating. Some of the techniques and combos I had practiced worked, and I even got complimented.

Then tonight, we had another Strive lobby night. And something clicked. I was playing. I didn't win every match, but I didn't lose every match either. I stood my ground against players far better than me. I won multiple rounds in a row, and most importantly learned a few new techniques and ideas. I implemented on the fly. Tonight felt good.

We had a random come into the lobby, who is high level with all characters, and coaches. They run tourneys, and was top 100 with a couple of their mains. I warned them before our match that I wouldn't stand a chance, but like everyone in this community, they were more interested in playing and helping than beating me down. I managed to take them down below half health in a couple matches.

After stream, I went back and watched some older videos of my gameplay, then some from last night and tonight and the level of improvement I've made is astounding.

I react faster, my combos are cleaner, there's less wasted space/time/movement, and I'm starting to feel which move is the right defense, allowing me to be proactive in defense and getting out of neutral. And I can see when to be aggreasive and when to wait more easily.

I was at a precipice, and I honestly felt stuck. The combination of time away, solo practice, and a more relaxed and patient attitude the last couple of nights has broken through. I feel positive about future sessions, and I'm looking forward to playing rather than dreading it.

I'm very pleased with myself, and I feel positive. Playing games with such skilled people is kind of dampening for both my confidence and my pride, so this was pretty great. Okay, no more bragging. K thx byeeeeeeee

#ggst #guilty gear #guilty gear strive #elphelt my beloved #elphelt my love #elphelt #elphelt guilty gear #bridget guilty gear #mental health #wholesome #friends #hugs and kisses #tell your friends you love them

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klutzyroses · 1 year

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Could I please request something with Leonardo, Comte, Theo, Arthur and Shakespeare's s/o who starts to pull away from them because she feels fat/ugly/stupid/too inexperienced to be with her suitor?

IkeVamp HCs: Distant Inexperienced S/O

How do they react to their s/o pulling away because she feels she is too inexperienced/stupid/ugly for him?

Suitors: Leonardo, Arthur, Theo, Comte, William

Leonardo

The inventor very quickly caught on that something wasn't right with his love when she started acting a little strange.

It was little things at first, from her demure manner, to her uneasy glances, but little by little, he could feel his Cara mia started to drift away.

It hurt. Alot. To feel her gradually start to slip through his fingers was a fate worse than death.

A fate he was not about to allow to befall him without a fight.

There was a slight idea of what the issue COULD be, but he didn't want to make any assumptions about her feelings. Even if she was that easy to read.

At least, to him

So of course, he hunted his principessa down whilst she had thrown herself into her work. It took some level of convincing, before the inventor opted to simply scoop her into his arms and carry her away, despite the lovely lady's embarrassed protests.

Once he coaxed the answers out of her, it made perfect sense. Actually the more he thought about it, the more he feels he should have expected it.

"Leonardo...you know I'm nowhere near your level, don't you? I'm not as smart, innovative, and...I'm not going to even talk about experience. Don't you want someone more-"

"Like you? Course."

He cuts her off before she can imply anything else he, very likely, did not want to hear. He slips his hand behind her head to hold her still as he, very gently bumps her forehead with his own.

He wants to understand, he loves her, ALL of her. He chose her for a reason, a very special, undeniable reason.

"And that's because you're you."

Arthur

The ever perceptive author noticed almost immediately something was wrong with his beloved.

Her slowly diminishing mood was obvious of course, he was, after all, the most in tune with her, the one who loved her most. So of course he knew something was wrong.

He can easily estimate what may be troubling her, but he can't be entirely certain until he asks her himself.

Though he does notice that she is particularly quiet when he is approached by one of his admirers. Not necessarily moody just...subdued....distant.

That's why he sits her down in his room and brings it up over cuddles.

"What's going on in your pretty little head, luv? You've been so melancholy lately..."

He twirls her hair between his fingers as he listens to her concerns, though what she has to say is a bit...sore.

To hear she was so concerned over being inexperienced...to hear that she thought herself unattractive...especially in the presence of his beautiful devotees. His heart ached to hear that, and he partially blames himself for letting his darling think like that. After all, he even told her, when they first met, that he preferred experienced women. While he had been flirtatiously teasing...it seems those words had a very negative impact on his beloved.

He holds her face in his hands, stroking her soft cheeks with his thumbs

"Luv, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry darling, I never meant to for you to feel this way. You have to understand how wrong you are to think that. I love your innocence, there is nothing wrong with it at all, please believe me when i say it makes you all the more precious. And... even when you're upset you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, remember?"

He presses his forehead to hers.

"All of you is perfect to me...Absolutely flawless."

Theo

The man may be busy but his hondje always comes first. So when she starts acting strange, he notices.

Her half hearted retorts to his teasing and her gloomy disposition would've been noted by a blind man.

He observes her for maybe a day or two, to actually confirm if this was going to be a problem, or just a passing mood.

Once he sees that this wasn't going away without being confronted, he drags her off somewhere private and gazes at her with a severe frown on his handsome features.

"Talk hondje. Something's wrong and you're going to tell me what."

She could deny anything being wrong, but then they would be here all day...

So she tell him the truth. That she felt dumb, stupid next to him, who was so sharp and intelligent, that she was no match for him, to the point she would rather keep quiet, lest she embarrassed him with her supposed ineptitude.

Theo...was not pleased. But at the same time, he can't help but wonder...did he lead her to think like that, through all his teasing. A small part of him can't help but worry a little. Which is why he can't help but take her chin in his hand and make her look into his strong blue eyes.

"The only dumb thing about you is thinking like that. Don't underestimate yourself, and don't even think of selling yourself short. Because...you are smart. The brightest woman I know."

He softens a bit more as he never breaks away from her sparkling eyes.

"I mean it. You really do shine in my eyes."

Comte

Comte could easily tell something was on her mind. How could he miss it? He pays such attention to her, it would be impossible to miss a change in her behaviour.

He especially notices it when he takes her with him to one of his events, surrounded by the aristocracy and nobility, she seems even more ill at ease.

He wonders if she would rather not accompany him, but she agrees wholeheartedly everytime, he couldn't bring himself to question her too much...

However, when he was surrounded by his male and female admirers, the noble, sophisticated men, the beautiful, seemingly flawless women, his cherie would just...shrink.

She seemed almost frightened to be there and rarely spoke at all. She just silently drifted away from the nobles....and from him.

It wasn't until one night that he escorts her to a balcony after all greetings are out of the way. He takes both her hands in his and peers into her puzzled eyes.

"Tell me, mon Coeur, what's been troubling you so? You seem so distant lately?"

He rubs the back of her hands soothingly, listening patiently as she speaks.

"...Aren't you embarrassed to be seen with me? I'm not as good at being a noble and...I'm not even half as stunning as any of the other women here and I...I.."

She pauses when she feels his finger on her soft lips to gently hush her.

"Ma cherie, you must understand, there is no woman who can outshine you, not by any stretch of the imagination. You bring me so much pride, to be able to bring such a diamond with me is nothing short of an honor."

And he means every word of that. She is special, perfect, breathtaking. And he would always be proud of her, whether she be in a ballgown, or in a potato sack.

William

Ah, if his fair maiden thought she was concealing her anxiety well, she would have to try harder than to fool this playwright.

This master of masks could easily tell his muse was starting to distance herself, whilst also hiding that fact and her snowballing anxieties.

And...well, he wasn't well pleased with this.

Yes, he took note of how she behaved in his presence, and how she often began to evade him, trying to not seem obvious, but the man was not fooled. No, not in the slightest.

What a playful little trickster, to think she thought he would allow her to leave his side this way. He could chance a guess upon what is troubling her, but to confirm his suspicions...

He beckons her to him, under the guise of a mere conversation he would like to start but when the poor girl came within arms reach, she found herself in an inescapable embrace, which only heightened her trepidation when she also found her wrist inexplicably bound to his with bright red ribbon.

"In this manner, you shan't find thyself able to escape me, slippery nymph."

He seems to be playful but he is serious. He is going to get to the bottom of her behavior, and she was going nowhere until he did.

So of course, he listens silently, patiently as she explains her feelings of insecurity, of feeling inadequate, unintelligent, essentially a complete airhead next to him, the brilliant William Shakespeare.

He doesn't interrupt her until she is finished speaking, and only then does he stop to chuckle lightly, and then laugh. It is not necessarily a derisive or mocking laugh, more of a teasing, affectionate laugh, like a parent listening to their child proudly explain concepts to them that they already knew.

"It seems I have neglected thee for far too long, should my fair one find time to allow such thoughts to cloud her head."

He presses a kiss to her wrist, still wrapped closely to his, before nipping it.

Oh, he will definitely ease her worries. She won't have a second to think of them when he is done with her.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikemen vampire scenarios #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp theo #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp william #ikevamp comte

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