#The world just kept turning I never forgave it for that

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The world just kept turning I never forgave it for that

- Ben Breadon

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Beneath the White Sheets (Young! President! Coriolanus Snow x Reader)

​​A/N: A simple domestic fluff turned slightly sensual hot, slightly crazy, boyfriend who can’t keep his hands to himself. For my lovely anon who just wanted something less depressing than the typical hunger games fic

People are utterly stupid. At least that’s what Coriolanus had been telling himself for the past two hours. Being made president of Panem was everything he had ever wanted and more but he couldn’t stand how much conversation it involved. He could never stand to fraternize with those less intelligent than himself and that seemed fo be all this was comprised of. Though it all was worth it to come home to you. 

You had met in school, what felt like such a long ago. Started as enemies as all good lovers do, competing to mentor the best tribute for the 10th hunger games. Yours had died before even making it to the arena, a fact Coryo never quite let you forget, or the fact that his won. But you were always quick to remind him that he cheated so it didn’t count. The same small frown would appear on his face at the mention of Lucy Gray. 

You knew they had a history, but you also knew that nobody could ever love you the way he did. On a fundamental level she would always resent who he was, how he was raised, his “kind.” You on the other hand knew what it meant to work your way up from the bottom, to have drive and passion. You were one in the same in that way, but you kept him in check, able to dull some of the red that always tinted the edges of his plans. 

The moment he bursted in the door you knew it had been a bad day even before he started ranting. 

“I can’t BELIEVE these people, it’s like they think the world runs on expensive fabrics and tiny foods.” Coryo threw his suit jacket into the corner of the room, the white coat crumpling like a piece of paper. Running a hand through his hair he finally took the time to look at you properly. 

His eyes raked your form, taking in the way your freshly washed locks framed your face. Your eyes were focused on him, that same worried look ever present on your face, it brought a warm flush to his cheeks. Even a year into marriage it never ceased to surprise him that everyday someone could care. That even after seeing him, the real him with skeletons in the closet, you still loved him— still forgave him. That simple fact was enough to make the stress of the day melt from his body. Shoulders dropping just the tiniest bit, jaw coming unclenched for the first time since he’d left at six am that morning. 

He watched as you shuffled out of bed, in that same night dress that was just sheer enough to hint at what was underneath but not enough to satisfy his desires. Your pebbled nipples poking out just enough to make him want to do nothing more than to take one into his mouth and taste the sweet comfort of home. The thought of the taste of your skin already bringing a burning desire to his mind. 

But you could simply fuck anytime, right now was for something more pure. 

You floated across the room and wrapped your hands around his waist, burying your face in his chest, “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too. I should fire everyone and replace them with you instead, you’re more intelligent that all of them combined,” he placed a greedy kiss to your lips before pulling away, “and much sexier too” his hot breath on your lips making you flush. 

You allowed him to change his clothes wordlessly. Basking in the presence of your lover, Coryo doing the same. Your relationship was built on comfortable silence, if something needed to be said it would, but for now all either one of you needed was to feel the other. 

Like a well rehearsed play you both flowed back to the bed, allowing the cool sheets and soft mattress to absorb your bodies until you met in the middle. Coryo wrapped every open limb around you until you were one. With your ear on his chest you listened to his heart beat. The rhythmic thumping grounding you, this was reality, white sheets and curly blonde hair. 

“I’m scared” that statement sent chills through your body. Never had Coryo admitted to something so-- human in all the time you had known him. 

“Do we have something to be scared for?” 

“The thought of this being temporary fleets my mind often these days, that one day I will have nothing to provide to you anymore” The statement broke your heart. Deep down you knew he cared, even if he tried to convince himself he didn’t. Yet her he was the very thought of letting you down was terrifying. 

“I don’t need anything but you,” You felt the held breath ruffle the strands of hair at the top of your head. “You are enough Coriolanus Snow, I promised myself to you because even a poor beggar I would want nothing more in this life than you” 

“I have never wanted anything more than you” The confession surprised you in a sense. You knew you were an important part of the puzzle, but Panem always seemed to come first. 

You allowed yourself to reflect on that as you watched the sun drop below the skyline of the Capitol, a warm orangey-pink engulfing the room. Allowing yourself to relax in the strong embrace of your husband, and give in to the sleep pulling at your eyes.

[metalomagnetic]

Hello Metalo- after being tortured by Mal, I am in desperate need of some crack, so! In similar vein to canon Voldemort meeting all of his lovers, canon Sirius meets his:

- Bella from EMD, Bella 2.0 from Ouro

- Voldemort (from It runs and Mal)

- Astrid

- Andromeda and Lucius from Family

- James from Inevitable

- Greyback from The thrill of the chase

- Severus from Turmoil

What happens?

My guess on what he’d do depends on his age- the only certainty is that he’d bully Snape into a pulp. And that Mal V and It runs V would be duelling in the corner.

Sirius cannot accept there is a universe out there where he fucked Snape; he just refuses to believe it. It's impossible.

"I mean, it seems like you fucked Voldemort in another one, so-" James says.

Apparently Sirius fucked James, too, in yet another world. That, he doesn't doubt. He's happy; from all this insanity, since these people came here, since the skin crawling realisation he fucked Snape, the only joy he has is seeing James again. It's not his James, but it's a version of him, and Sirius hadn't left his side all night.

Now his eyes leave James, to look at Voldemort, sitting in a corner with Bella. "I can see it," Sirius says, with a wince, taking Voldemort in, his tall frame, his imposing stance, power crackling around him. "I'm sorry, but I can see that happening before Snape."

James snorts. "And look, you fucked two of your cousins. You dog!"

"It's not me!" Sirius protests. "I'd never-"

"Oh, shut up," James teases. "Even in my universe you had a thing with Bella. You never explained, but I know it happened."

Sirius takes another sip of his drink. "Andromeda at least said it's a marriage of convenience-"

"Yeah, so you could be with Malfoy-"

"Ugh." Sirius hides his face in his hands. "I truly am a dog."

"He does have pretty hair," James allows, with a smile, but he turns grim fast. "I'd rather that universe for you. You were happy, at least. I rather all other universes than the one you got-"

"No, don't say that! There's one where you were never born, where Voldemort won, and-"

"I'd take that for you," James insists. "You don't deserve this world. And they certainly don't deserve you, the fucking wankers, I can't even think of Remus abandoning you in Azkaban! He did that in my world, too, you know? You forgave him, but I never did."

Sirius breathes out, takes another sip of whiskey. "He's- I don't care anymore. I only care about Harry. Nothing else matters to me."

James hugs him, fiercely, and Sirius hugs back, basks in the opportunity to hold James, any version of James, one last time.

"You're like that in my world; you love us fiercely, and Harry adores you. You're his favourite dad, you know? Whenever he has a problem at school, he tells you about it; if he has a nightmare, he calls for you."

Sirius' heart swells, hearing it. Gods, what a lucky bastard that version of him is! He got to raise Harry, and he got James.

A young woman sits beside them at the table. "May I?" she asks, after she already sat down.

Both he and James nod. She's beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. James kept looking at her through the night. Sirius checked her out a few times, too. Apparently, she's his wife, in the same universe he fucked Voldemort.

"I'm sorry to intrude," she says. "It's just that I cannot stand any of these people, besides Lucius. But this Lucius is...different. He left me alone to hide from the dark lord." Her nose twitches with distaste. Fuck, but she's adorable.

"Tell me about Sirius' kids!" James asks her. "I wanna hear all about them!"

Another Orion; apparently Sirius named all his sons, in all the universes, Orion. Something clenches in his chest, painfully. This particular one sounds like a handful, as the girl- Astrid- describes him.

I bet he isn't even close to how difficult the Orions born from Andromeda or Bella are. Those must be nightmares.

"No!" Sirius protests when he hears about Marvolo. "It's impossible I raised a snitch!"

Astrid smiles, a beautiful, mesmerising sight. James can't look away. Sirius elbows him in the ribs. "He's not a snitch! He is simply...fond of rules."

The third one, Helix, bites people. "That sounds like Sirius's son," James jokes.

"And, of course, there's Harry. He's a little angel, he never gives us any trouble, though you- my Sirius spoils him something awful."

James's hand tightens on Sirius' thigh, when he hears Astrid describe Harry as Sirius' son.

"Thank you," he whispers in Sirius' ear.

"Don't thank me," Sirius says. "Apparently I fucked your killer in that universe." He turns to Astrid. "Gods, you should leave me- I mean, the other me. He's clearly missing some marbles."

"You are a perfect husband, though," she frowns, clearly bothered. "I wasn't aware about the dark lord situation."

Sirius looks in Voldemort's direction again, meets those quite frankly mesmerising eyes, and quickly looks away.

I wonder who fucks who. He shakes his head to dispel the curiosity. Best not think about it too much.

"Maybe he has me under the Imperius," he mutters.

"Snivellus certainly gave you a love potion," James says, glaring daggers at Snape, sulking in a corner.

"Yeah!" Sirius is happy to take this explanation. "Definitely. That's what must have happened!"

"When I go back to my world, I'll tell my Sirius about it and we'll go bully Snape into an early grave," James promises, and Sirius is jealous, so jealous of that Sirius.

"Yeah, I'll bully mine, when he comes to Grimmauld," he mutters, but truth is, he is made to feel so useless, locked up, not allowed to help, that it's hard to bully anyone, isn't it?

"I cannot believe you allow all these blood traitors and mudbloods into your ancestral home," Astrid says. "These Order people."

James meets Sirius' eyes, and he knows they're thinking the same thing. Oh, that's what's wrong with her. She was too perfect, otherwise.

"How do I put out with this nonsense from you?" Sirius asks her, bluntly.

She shrugs. "You ignore it."

(-)

Andromeda and Lucius are the calmest of the lot, the most reasonable, really. Sirius can see himself having a marriage of convenience with Andromeda. She's always been practical, and the easier to get along from the sisters.

And Lucius....well, James is right. He has pretty hair. And apparently he renounced Voldemort in that universe.

Apparently, Cissa saved Harry's life. Good for her. Sirius hopes maybe...maybe Cissa from this universe will one day do the same.

He remembers she became a dragon whenever someone mistreated her porcelain dolls. He cannot imagine she's taking kindly to her son being inconvenienced by Voldemort.

Once again, his eyes stray to that corner. Once more, he meets that red gaze.

What the fuck happened there? Sirius is curious. Must be the Imperius, right?

Surely.

Speaking of questionable choices...

"You should have stayed with me," Greyback tells him, later, when Sirius makes his way to him. The wolf is playing with a knife, twisting the blade expertly. "It would have been a kinder fate than what you got."

Sirius opens his mouth to tell him he's not a traitor, that he would never fuck or stay with the man that ruined Remus' life, but...how can he say that, when apparently in another universe he fucked the man that killed James?

Greyback is a shit wizard, he can't be using Legilmancy, so it's just a weird coincidence that he says, " the dark lord, really? In my world, you'd cut your cock off before allowing him near you."

"I must have been coerced," Sirius mumbles. "And you probably caught me in a bad moment-"

Greyback laughs. "Oh, I caught you in many bad moments, little brat. And you enjoyed it every time."

Disgusting. Sirius moves away.

For some reason, even though Snape is the worst, he still finds himself walking towards him, even if he meant to head for Bella. Somehow, his mind apparently wants to avoid her more than Snape.

Snape won't look at him, arms crossed.

"You slipped me a potion, didn't you?" Sirius asks, hopeful.

Snape snorts. He raises his chin, defiant, but still won't look at Sirius.

He looks....better than actual Snape. He looks....washed, and dressed properly. With horror, Sirius realises that what Snape is wearing is what Sirius would enjoy seeing on a wizard-

"Oh, fuck," he mutters. The other me is dressing Snape!

Gods, how does that Sirius live with himself? Unbearable.

How does Snape live with himself? "Do you have a humiliation kink, or what the fuck is wrong with you?" Sirius hisses. I almost fed you to a werewolf, he wants to add, but Snape blushes, fiercely, and Sirius steps back, horrified.

Alright, best not to bully Snape, then. At least not this Snape.

Shit, what if my Snape shares this....misfortune?

No. He can't think about that.

(-)

For a few minutes, he sits with Bella in silence. He just can't think of what to say.

It's too painful. It's impossible that he'd-

And then she draws him into a hug, and- oh.

He hugs back.

"How is mum?" Sirius asks, in her hair. "And Regulus?"

"Good," she says. "Everyone is doing great. Our children are perfect. We have the perfect life, my lord made sure of it."

He doesn't want to fight with her. He fought with her enough. And it's useless, anyway. Sirius is apparently a fucking whore, in all these universes, trading lovers, shifting morals, but Bella- Bella is constant. In all the universes, she remains loyal to Voldemort. Her convictions never waver.

"Children? Plural? I heard you talking about an Orion-"

"We have five," Bella says, drawing back, with a smile.

"Five? What the fuck?!"

"The last two are twins. A surprise, later in life. I only kept them because one of them was the girl we both wanted."

Sirius blinks. "What's her name, then?"

She laughs. "We fought for nine months about it," she says. "I wanted-"

"Delphini," Sirius says, remembering, from his youth, as the girls talked about children, future marriages. Bella always said she'll have a daughter and name her Delphini.

Her eyes soften. She cups his cheek. "Yes," she whispers. "You wanted Walburga."

"Fuck out of here!"

"You were adamant. So her name is Delphini Walburga."

"That poor girl!" Sirius says, incensed on behalf of this child.

He spends a lot of time with Bella, more than he imagined he'd want. But he's mesmerised with her stories of home. Of a different home. A home Sirius apparently never left.

Would I have truly stayed in Grimmauld if there was no James in my life? Would life had been as easy? Or would Sirius feel something missing, even if he would never learned what?

(-)

There's no avoiding him any longer. He's the last one. Besides, he's the one that figured out how to get everyone back to their universes, and he needs Sirius' blood for a ritual to open a portal.

"Come." He leads Sirius to a different room, and Sirius has to follow him, though James looks after them, anxiously.

They enter a room, and there's a dead body on the floor-

"What the-" Sirius' mouth snaps shut when he sees who it is, there on the floor.

It's...Voldemort.

"Don't mind him," Voldemort says, kicking the body. "He had it coming."

Sirius stares between them. "There's two of you?!"

"Were," Voldemort corrects, his eyes staring into Sirius' soul.

"Wait, I fu- I had a thing with you in two worlds?" Now that is horrifying. Once is a mistake, but twice? There are two Sirius running around fucking two Voldemort?

Well, I suppose there's only one, now.

"No." Voldemort's eyes flash with furry when he looks down at the body. "You didn't have anything with this one. You didn't have a choice."

Oh.

Sirius blinks, relieved. Alright, so at least one version of him is sane. But the fact that this Voldemort apparently would kill himself for forcing Sirius-

That means, in Voldemort's world, he is not, in fact, holding Sirius under the Imperius.

The curiosity increases, tenfold. He likes me, it strikes Sirius. He likes me enough to kill for me.

How....awkward. "Congratulations," he blurts out. "On winning, I mean. You're not easy to take down."

Ah....there it is.

Voldemort smiles, and Sirius thinks he understands what the other Sirius sees in him.

The smiles transforms his face, makes it human. Handsome, even.

He has a dimple, for fuck sake.

No wonder Bella ends up fucking him in so many worlds, if he has that dimple.

"I admit, I had an ally," Voldemort says. "Bella, of course."

Of course? What? "No version of Bella would turn against any version of you!" Sirius insists.

No, it's not possible. Because if it's possible, then he'll spend the rest of his life wishing his Bella would do the same, and that only leads to heartbreak.

"This was an aberration," Voldemort says, gesturing at the body. "He shouldn't have been allowed to exist at all."

"You- I mean, you in this world- you're not that great, either."

"I gathered." Voldemort's jaw twitches.

"You looked like this," Sirius says. "In the first war. But now Harry says you look like a nightmare."

"I believe that's the least of his issues, here," Voldemort says, after some seconds.

"Can't argue with that." He bites his cheek. "Though, admittedly, I don't really know you. We haven't properly met."

"A tragedy," Voldemort says, and -

It throws Sirius off, how honest he sounds.

"I must be very impressive in your world," Sirius mutters.

To attract Voldemort's....attention like this, Sirius must be some amazing version of himself.

"You are."

Sirius has no idea what to say to that, what to do with the way Voldemort looks at him.

It's not with Greyback's predatory hunger, it's not with James' joyful eyes, not with Andromeda's care, or Lucius' desire.

No, it's....Sirius can't place it. Never has anyone looked at him quite like that.

Tender, almost, but not quite. Or, not only.

"Impressive like Bella? You're with her, here. At least that's the rumour."

Voldemort smiles again. "That is the rumour in my world, as well. And I can confidently say it is false."

A few seconds of silence pass between them. Voldemort keeps staring.

Sirius stares back.

"Your hand," Voldemort finally says. "I need your blood to complete the ritual."

"You can have the blood, you don't need the hand," Sirius snaps. The other version of him....gods know what is going on there, but Sirius can't make himself touch the man that murdered James, in any universe, no matter how curious he is.

That makes Voldemort smile wider. "Impertinent, as always," he comments, but it's' with fondness.

Sirius cuts his hand, collects the blood in a vial he conjures.

"You should remember this is who you are," Voldemort says, as he takes the vial. "Arrogant, proud, brave. You shouldn't allow the Order to treat you this way. Not after all you sacrificed for them."

It makes Sirius ill, physically ill, that Voldemort, out of all people, says this.

That everyone else in his world treats him like a reckless child, a burden that needs to be locked away, that they don't trust him to help, never recognise what he's been through, and here Voldemort is-

He shakes his head, pushes his anger down. "I don't care what they say. I am singularly focused on my goal, and they happen to be on the same side I am." Sirius only cares about Harry. And the Order does, as well. For that, Sirius is grateful. Harry needs all the people he can get in his corner.

"Why do you love that child so?" Voldemort asks. "I don't understand it. I need to understand it."

"He's all I have left of James," Sirius says. "He's all I have left."

Voldemort opens his mouth, but closes it again. He turns, and pours the vial on the runes he drew on the floor.

"Do you enjoy watching the stars, Sirius?"

It bothers him, the way Voldemort speaks his name, with such familiarity.

It bothers him Voldemort knows this about him.

Does that other Sirius also like to climb on the roof and stare at the stars?

"Yes."

Voldemort nods. "Next you do that, think there are many worlds, out there, where you have more than Harry Potter."

[justwinginglife]

I have to request again you keep me alive at this point!

Can we get some angst, maybe reader gets injured while Soshiro is away from base and he rushes back to base while she’s in critical condition praying she’ll be okay in the end and at the same time devastated he wasn’t able to protect her???

Hello again! Very pleased to be keeping you alive. Have some more life.

Whole World

You're Soshiro's whole world.

You're his whole world and at this moment, his world appears to be crashing down on him.

He can't even think straight enough to drive, and he doesn't want to drive anyway. Driving isn't fast enough. He commandeers a helicopter and pretty much kidnaps a pilot, trying his best to rush to your side. He'd grow wings himself if he thought it'd get him to you faster.

You're his whole world, and when they told him you had been badly injured and were now in critical condition, he felt that world trembling, he felt the ground splitting beneath him, the earth swallowing him whole, the magma eroding away at his body, at his heart.

He spends the entire agonizing flight fidgeting with his fingers, with his seatbelt, with anything he can get his hands on. He'd pull his own hair out if it'd distract from the pain throbbing in his chest. He wonders why this flight is taking so long. Why he's so useless. Why he's so far away from you. Why did he allow himself to ever be this far away from you?

He knew it would be difficult to be far away from you, from the moment he saw you waiting by the door for him in just his t-shirt, all drowsy and sleepy-eyed, but still eager to give him a proper goodbye kiss and wish him safe travels before he left, but he didn't know it would be this devastating. He wasn't supposed to be gone this long. And you weren't supposed to be gone by the time he got back.

Would you hold on for him? Could you hold on for him? Was it even physically possible? Or were you too far gone? Would he get to say goodbye? Would he even be able to bring himself to say goodbye? Would he just die right there beside you once he saw your lifeless body?

His thoughts grew louder and louder in his mind until he couldn't even hear the buzz of the helicopter's blades, just the deafening sound of despair echoing in his ears. He thought his eardrums might rupture from the devastation, might bleed from the heartbreak.

He gets notice while he's still in transit that you've fallen into a coma and may never awaken again. And now the only thing waiting for him in the hospital is a difficult decision- to keep you afloat, limp and lifeless, or to send you off to the paradise you deserve. He wonders if he'll go to hell for depriving you of heaven, because he doesn't think he can send you off. He doesn't think he can let you go.

He thinks about how selfish he's always been, how selfish he was when he first claimed you as his own and then kept claiming you everyday since, and how selfish he is now, even when you've almost passed, clinging to you until the very last second.

Will you forgive him if he can't live without you? Will you forgive him for not being able to save you? You always forgave him when he couldn't forgive himself. He doesn't want you to forgive him, he just wants you to be here. He just wants you to be waiting for him when he gets to the hospital, griping to him about how shitty hospital food is. He just wants to be able to say he'll take you home and cook you something even better, something fit for a queen.

He wants to hold you, spoil you, love you. If he could, he'd hold you more, spoil you more, love you more. He'd do better, he'd be better, he'd be anything you wanted, anything you needed, as long as you were still alive to need him.

When he gets to the hospital, he runs to you. As he takes sharp turns around every corner, sprinting down every hallway, he wonders what he's running for. You won't be there waiting for him, you won't be ready with a smile. But he runs anyway, desperate to just be near you again.

When he realizes that you are in a coma after all, that it wasn't all just some bad dream, he collapses beside your bed. He can't think of anything to say at first, and then all of a sudden he's rambling, and now he can't stop saying things. He sounds crazy and he doesn't care. You always liked his crazy. You always matched his crazy. He needs you to come back and be his again and he'll beg you on his knees if he has to.

"Please, I need you. I'll quit my job, I'll retire, I'll give you as many babies as you want. I'll buy you a nice house, the one that you wanted that I said was ugly. I'll teach our kids how to ride bikes. I'll cook every single meal. You don't even have to lift a single, gorgeous finger. I'll do it all. Just please, I need you. Come back to me. Please. Please. I'll do anything. Just please."

He murmurs please over and over again until he's forgotten what the word even means. Until he's forgotten how to say anything else.

He grips your hand tight, squeezing it to a beat, like the sensation will remind your heart what its job is.

Then his heart beats once. It beats again, this time louder. Then it gets louder and louder in his ears and he wants to tell it to shut the fuck up so he can just be in this moment with you but then he realizes it's not his heartbeat he's hearing.

It's yours. On the monitor. It's increasing.

He starts rambling again.

"I'll change my hairstyle, if you want. I'll get a new hobby. I'll learn how to use a gun right. I'll learn how to bake that dessert that you like. I'll fix the fence when it breaks, fix the pipes when they burst. I'll be dependable. I'll be there for you. I'll never leave you. I'll never leave your side ever again. I'll handcuff myself to you. I'll superglue myself to you. You'll be so sick of me and it will be fine because you'll be alive and I'll love the shit out of you every second of everyday, so just PLEASE."

He pauses but all he hears is the hum of the machines, the clatter of nurses running by. Nothing he wants to hear. Not your voice, not your laugh.

He thinks he might drown in his own tears and that would serve him right.

Then a weak voice splits through the thick air.

"I... I quite like your... your hair. Don't... don't change it."

His head snaps up.

He doesn't even bother to wipe the flow of tears from his face as he throws himself at you.

"S-still... injured... h-here."

He laughs and releases you slightly, though still clinging to you, still needing to be near you. "Injured is so very much better than dead. Thank god."

"Also... as much as I'd love to be handcuffed by you... I don't know how I'd like being handcuffed to you for life. And let's skip the superglue, yeah?"

He laughs again and when you laugh, though weak, the sound gives him hope and gives him permission to keep laughing, to keep enjoying this moment with you.

"So don't ever leave me again and I won't have to resort to such drastic measures, okay?" He kisses the top of your head and then he kisses your nose, your cheeks, your lips. He keeps kissing you all through the night but you never get tired of it. You don't even wave him off when the nurse comes in to check on your vitals and is shocked to see you sitting up in bed, with your husband's lips trailing paths all over you.

You're just glad to be alive and nothing makes you want to live more than he does.

You're his whole world.

But he's yours too.

[libraryofolive]

replacement

featuring: Satoru Gojo x gn!reader

genre: drabble, angst to fluff, hurt comfort (?)

word count: 2k

synopsis: Your boyfriend insists he's over his ex. But if he's over him, why does he keep calling you his ex's name?

warnings: mentions of alcohol, one swear word I think? Not proofread, so there may be some grammar/spelling mistakes

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The first time it had happened, you understood. A slip of the tongue, you had dismissed it as. You knew your boyfriend, Satoru, hadn't had a real relationship since his messy break up with his ex, Suguru Geto, and old habits die hard. Satoru had apologised, you immediately forgave him, and you both moved on.

Or, at least, tried to move on.

It was hard to forget about the first time it happened when it kept happening.

The second time it happened, it was during your first real argument as a couple. You had confronted Satoru about his recklessness, trying to remind him that being the strongest didn't mean he was invincible. You were worried about him, and tried to express that. You weren't sure when it had started escalating, but at some point the two of you had started screaming at each other.

"Why can't you trust me, Suguru!" He had shouted. Hearing that name again, in such a tense, emotional moment had your heart dropping. You stared at Satoru, tears welling up, and silently left to return to your own apartment. The red hot anger you felt had subdued into a throbbing sadness as you lamented over Satoru's slip-up.

But, he apologised the next day. Both for the shouting, and the argument, and his use of the wrong name. He had had the same argument with his ex, he explained. That's why he said Geto's name instead of yours. Once again, you forgave him, and tried to forget.

Another month or so went by without another incident. You loved Satoru - he never failed to make you laugh, he spoiled you rotten, and you felt on top of the world when you were around him. He called you one night, uncharacteristically inebriated, asking you to pick him up. You struggled to make out his slightly slurred words over the music playing at whatever bar he was in, and eventually Shoko took his phone off him, talking to you instead.

"I don't get it, Sho, why has he been drinking? He told me he doesn't drink. Like, at all." You said to her as you pulled your shoes on, getting ready to collect your boyfriend.

"...He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I- nevermind. I'm sure he'll tell you tomorrow."

"Shoko."

"It's..." you heard her sigh heavily, "it's been two years since he and Geto broke up."

Your heart sank at her words. He went out and got hammered, when he normally turns his nose up at the thought of alcohol, because it was the anniversary of his break up with his ex? The one whose name he keeps calling you? It made you falter. Satoru was always adamant that he was over Geto. That he wouldn't get into another serious relationship until he knew he was over him, hence him solely hooking up with people for one night stands in the gap between your relationship and his and Geto's. You had believed him - he hadn't given you much of a reason not to.

You pulled yourself together and hauled his drunk ass home, his drunken state preventing him from noticing your poorly hid upset. Why hadn't he told you? That's what hurt the hardest. That he hadn't trusted you enough to tell you. You would have tried to understand, or at least go with him to keep an eye on him, but he just told you that he was going to see Shoko and to probably not wait up. You hadn't expected a drunken phone call from your Toru.

Satoru flopped onto your bed, his long limbs sprawled across the entirety of it.

"C'mon, Satoru, at least take your dirty clothes off."

"Are you trying to seduce me babe?" He slurred, attempting to wink at you.

"No. I just don't want your outside clothes on my bed. Get changed." You replied, throwing some pyjamas that he had previously left at your place at him.

" 'm comfy though."

"I don't care. Get changed." You winced at your tone, slightly harsher than you intended. You couldn't bring yourself to be overly concerned with his comfort when you could still feel his ... what was the word for it? Betrayal felt to harsh. Distrust? Deception?

"You remind me of him, yknow..." Satoru's voice was quiet and slow, and you could tell he was starting to fall asleep.

"Remind me of who?" You asked, already knowing the answer, not wanting to hear the answer, but needing him to confirm it.

"Suguru, silly." He yawned. Your heart heavied at his answer, even if you were expecting it. You looked back over at your boyfriend, who was now quietly snoring, still in his day clothes, taking up most of the bed. Where most days you loved to cuddle into Satoru's large form, feeling safe in his embrace, you couldn't bring yourself to lie next to him like nothing was wrong, like he hadn't hurt your heart in his drunken stupor. Instead, you turned out of your room, picking up a spare pillow and blanket, and made you way to your couch.

You struggled to sleep that night, overanalysing your entire relationship. Was that why Satoru was with you? You reminded him of his ex, one that he could still be in love with? When he closed his eyes, did he imagine Suguru Geto instead of you? Were you just a replacement for someone he could never have?

The next morning, Satoru's head was throbbing. He woke up achy, uncomfortable after sleeping in his regular clothes, and cold. Most notably, he woke up in your bed, but alone.

He slowly peeled himself off the bed, leaving your bedroom in attempt to hunt down some painkillers and his girlfriend. He found the former in your kitchen cupboard, downing a couple with a glass of water. It did little to stop the drilling into his skull, but he had more important things to worry about - where the hell were you?

His worry calmed when he noticed a large, blanket-covered lump on your sofa, your feet slightly sticking out of the bottom of it. Why had you slept on the couch? he wondered. He tried to think back to last night - he remembered ringing you, Shoko taking his phone from him, the car ride back to your apartment. One that, now the alcohol had stopped clouding his mind, he realised was full of an awkward silence that only ever happens when you're upset with him. What the hell did he do?

If he knew you weren't upset with him, he would've woken you up in some stupid way to entertain himself. He'd tickle you, or shout loudly in your ear, or even bang a pot and pan together - a practical joke you'd find funny once the irritation of being woken up faded away. But he knew that if he did that today, you'd just be more upset with him. Instead, he gently shook your slumbering body.

"Morning, baby." He whispered.

"Toru?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You sat up slowly, stretching your back, sore from being in a cramped position all night.

"Yeah, 's me love. Why'd you sleep out here? You should've just shoved me over if I was taking up too much room."

"I'm mad at you." Any trace of sleep left your voice, being replaced by irritation.

"Did I say something stupid when I was drunk last night? I'm sorry, baby, you'd think that the strongest would be able to hold his liquor."

"It's not just that, Satoru."

"Please, talk to me baby." He moved your feet off the couch and onto the floor so that he could sit next to you. He reached for your hand, but you pulled it away before he could hold it.

"It's-" you sighed, "it's about Geto."

"Suguru? Why? Has he tried to talk to you or something? Baby, I've not spoken to him for two years."

"No- I know you've not seen him. It's not about him, per se, but it's- why is this so hard to put into words?"

"It's okay, I'm listening. Take your time."

"Are you still in love with him, Satoru?"

"What?" His eyes widened as he gasped the word out - that was the last thing he was expecting you to say, ever. "No, of course not! It's been two years, and I'm with you, baby. I wouldn't be with you if I still loved him. What has brought this on?"

You looked at your hands, which were folded in your lap, avoiding his piercing blue gaze. You could feel your eyes watering as you addressed one of your biggest insecurities in your relationship, one that you hadn't realised the extent of until the previous night.

"Last night, you told me that I remind you of him before you fell asleep. And you've called me Suguru before. I know that your relationship was intense, your break-up even more so, but.. it hurts, Toru. I didn't realise how much 'til last night. And Shoko told me that yesterday was the anniversary of your break up. That you were trying to drink your sorrows away. Why didn't you tell me?"

Satoru's heart sank at your confession. He knew he had slipped up a few times, calling you the wrong name. He should've told you what he was actually doing the day before to avoid this exact situation. He put one hand under your chin, lifting it so that you were looking into his eyes. He saw the pain he was feeling over hurting you reflected back tenfold in your own watery eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby. I should've told you what Shoko and I were really up to yesterday."

"Yeah, you should've..." you words trailed off into an awkward silence as you tried to collect your thoughts again. "I just, I don't get it. Why didn't you tell me? If you don't love him anymore, if you want to be with me, why were you drinking? It's so unlike you, Toru. I'm not saying that you shouldn't ever drink, but its scary when I've never seen you take even a sip of booze and then all of a sudden you're calling me to pick you up, drunk."

"I'm not going to lie to you baby, I still miss him. Part of me always will. He was my best friend, before we got together. It's the friendship, that closeness, that I miss. We didn't work together, romantically. I know that. What we have, the way I love you, it's completely different to how I loved Suguru. He was the best friend I ever had. I don't know if I'll ever find a friendship that deep ever again. Romantically, I've moved on from him completely. You are the only person I want to be with. But I think I'll always miss my friend."

During Satoru's speech, the tears in your eyes had started falling rapidly. You could see the pain of losing Suguru in his eyes, sure, but you could also see the love he felt for you. It was that look, that sincerity, that made you forgive him. That reassured you. Satoru Gojo is a charming man - everyone around him knows it. Its one of the things that drew you in in the first place, and he knew how to lay on that charm to get out of tricky situations. But looking into his eyes, seeing that love, reassured you that he wasn't trying to charm his way out of this. That his words reflect how he really felt.

"I- I understand. I think." You said quietly, taking his hands into your own.

"I am sorry I didn't tell you about yesterday."

"I know you are, baby." You leaned in and kissed him gently, a silent way of showing your forgiveness.

"I love you, sweetheart." He whispered, pulling away from your kiss but pressing your foreheads together, not wanting to lose its closeness.

"I know. I love you too." You whispered back, enjoying a raw moment with your lover.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Holy moly, your last story had me feeling feelings.

The sentence about the unborn baby being jealous got me thinking tho, what if their kid inherited some of Donna's possessive traits, like always wanting to be by y/n's side, much to the chagrin of poor Donna, who hasn't been able to cuddle reader at night without a (sometimes two) little body wiggling into their bed. And as their daughter grows, she kinda sees Donna as a threat, someone who takes her moms attention away. Donna doesn't rightly know how to deal with the feeling of love for her child, and annoyance at not having reader for themselves.

UNTIL one day when reader and child is taking a walk through the forest, and a couple of men comes up and threatens them, only for mama Donna to turn up and rescue them. Both Donna and her daughter have a revelation that day: Donna from how scared she would be if anything happened to both her love and her child, and daughter from how she now sees Donna as her mama too, who would always protect and love her. And they make an unspoken pact about protecting reader always xD

You don't have to write this if you don't want to, I just got the mama Donna brainrot lol

Thanks for feeding us starving queers some quality Donna content

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request! I'm glad to read you enjoyed that one!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

A long road to motherhood

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna (implied), slightly dark themes, Donna's POV

Word count: 7,112

Summary: How I can be jealous of my own daughter?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! This is a sequel to this one!!! I love you all!!! :))

As they say, time heals wounds.

After almost losing you, after seeing how life became more and more distant from your sight, I was able to get you back.

A miracle, the sign that my sins were forgiven, I couldn't say what exactly it was. I have always thought that coincidence doesn’t exist, even when I met you, a bad deed that was rewarded, a trip to hell of having you immobile in a bed. I could never forget the two weeks when I almost lost you, when my whole world almost collapsed, because of me.

But no, life stopped torturing me, you woke up, you woke up wanting to make me feel good, to forgive me, to continue loving me as I didn't think you did.

If I had to keep a memory in my mind, only one, I would choose the moment in which I turned my head and saw your eyes open, your sweet look from that stretcher, life shining in your eyes again, looking at me.

I made an effort not to torture myself, to not let the nightmares make my nights impossible. It could be because I was still mentally ill, I couldn't separate myself from what life had given me, but I had to be strong. It was no longer you and me. There was someone, someone much more important to care for, someone to fight day and night for with my demons, with my jealousy, with my stupid and sick way of being: our daughter, Giovanna.

Born from my mistakes, from my pathological possessiveness, that girl represented everything pure that was missing in my life. My family, our family had been formed thanks to the biggest mistake of my life, thanks to that horrible afternoon in which I took what I thought was mine.

Luckily, the girl kept me away from your screams of terror, from the way you resisted my actions. Little by little I began to forget it, especially when I saw that childish smile in the girl's eyes. She had no hard feelings. If her birth was a mistake, it would be the best one in my life.

Maybe not the way she was conceived, but I could feel proud of the change that little Giovanna Beneviento made in our lives. I almost lost you because of my selfishness, but I got you back because... Well, I couldn't say why exactly. Maybe you forgave me, maybe you never could. I didn't know, with you it was impossible to know.

The years passed, the girl grew up and with her everything we had formed by chance, because of me, settled into routine, like a new way of living, of caring, of loving...

“Asleep,” you said amused, entering the bedroom, closing the door, wearing that smile on your face, the one I didn't think I deserved.

Luck smiles on the wicked, it smiled on me, the luck of having you, of having you and our daughter. I was not worthy of such honor, such light that had appeared in the darkness of my life.

“She’s alright?” I asked, getting under the covers. You nodded, motioning with your thumb, joining me.

“Yes, she's with Angie,” you answered, kissing me quickly. I frowned, with an amused look.

“That doesn't answer my question,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder, thanking with my lips that you never left, that all my flaws seemed like just an illusion to you.

“Well, I told her the story of the princess and the eel, it is her favorite,” you said with an interesting look. I shook my head, laughing at that attitude you had, that attitude that didn't disappear even in your worst moments. I didn't deserve you.

“The princess and the frog,” I corrected, narrowing my eye, with a sinister smile. You laughed, disapproving of my correction with a wave of your hand and a tired sigh.

“No, no, Donna,” you whispered, with a mocking tone. “You heard me correctly. Eel.”

“What difference does it make?” I asked curiously, admiring your imagination, your ability to make Giovanna fall asleep every night with those made-up stories. Only you could do it.

“Oh, I'm glad you’ve asked me...” you whispered, darkening your voice, making me pay more attention to you. “Well, when the princess kisses the toad, it becomes a prince, right?”

I nodded, listening to you with curiosity, trying not to let my eye go to the scar on your arm, the one that showed the worst two weeks of my life, the ones in which I was on the verge of losing you, because of me.

“Well, in my story, when the princess kisses the eel, the prize is… an electric tickle attack!” you said loudly, attacking me mercilessly, running over my body with your restless hands, making me laugh involuntarily.

“(Y/N)...” I said, grabbing your wrists to end your torture.

“Do you like my story?” you asked, climbing onto my lap, with that shine in your eyes that made me tremble, get excited. You were so perfect, so sweet... So... Fiery.

“Is that the end?” I asked, hugging your body, keeping it close to mine, rocking it. You pretended to think about the answer, which came in the form of a tender, but hot kiss on my lips, one that made me sigh.

“Well, that's the all-audiences ending,” you purred in my ear, forcing my hands to scratch the fabric of your pajamas as a result of the subtle but perceptible movement of your hips against mine.

“Is there an alternative ending?” I asked with a low voice, impatiently putting my hand in your pants, keeping your gaze, which drifted to my lap while you nodded.

“Yes, but it can't be told,” you whispered, reacting to my touch with erratic movements of your body.

“Maybe you can show it to me,” I said, with a smile close to your lips, noticing your nervous breathing, your desire to love me once again, to let yourself be loved, this time for real, that time without arguments, without terrible ideas going through my head.

“Maybe I can,” you whispered, melting into me in a passionate, hot, wet kiss, dancing with my body, caressing my hair, my back, comically fighting with your pajamas so they would disappear from our path.

 “Mom, mom!” a shrill voice sounded behind the door, causing you to move, to turn away from me with scared eyes.

Small steps approached the bed and with the strength that a 6 year old girl could have, Giovanna climbed up to meet us.

“Gio, what are you doing here?” you asked, your face blushing. “Why did you get up?”

“I've had a nightmare...” the girl murmured, looking at me out of the corner of her eye, with a strange feeling that made me raise my eyebrow.

“Oh, a nightmare?” you said, taking the girl in her arms. “You just fell asleep, darling.”

“Yes, but I had the nightmare,” she said, looking away. Was she lying?

“Oh, poor Gio, the evil monsters again?” you asked with a tender voice, placing the little girl between the two of us.

I couldn't help but sigh tiredly. It might seem like a tender moment, a moment when our daughter needed that coveted motherly love. Well, it could be like that, but I knew it wasn't.

When she was born, she was a good baby, who cried like a normal baby, who let herself be rocked, who fell asleep in my arms. That changed over the years. Somehow, as if she had noticed the absence of her mother in the first moments of her life, she could no longer live without her.

Always with you, the girl was always with you, she cooked with you, she bathed with you, and, of course, she slept with you.

The nights stopped being a small bastion of intimacy between us when Giovanna had enough capacity to reason. Sometimes I thought she did it on purpose, to annoy me. She couldn't think that way. I really was trying not to think that way.

“Yes, mom...” the little girl sighed, causing another hug from you and a look of helplessness that you gave me over your shoulder. “Can I sleep here?”

“No, tesoro,” I said, taking the girl in my arms, in a furious outburst at that interruption.

I wouldn't have acted like that if it hadn't been the countless times it happened. “Come on, let's put you to bed.”

“No! I want to stay with mom,” the girl protested, breaking free from my grip, crawling comically across the bed to reach your arms. You laughed, shaking your head.

“(Y/N), tell her something,” I said, showing clear displeasure at the situation. My patience grew as the girl did, but lately it was slowing down, maybe too fast.

You shrugged, hugging our daughter, who seemed to be having another of her usual tantrums.

“Oh, come on, Donna, poor thing. It's okay. She can sleep with us,” you said, giving in to the little girl's emotional blackmail, to those fake tears that ran down her cheek.

“It's okay if it were the first time, (Y/N)” I said, sitting on the bed. “She has to learn to face her fears.”

“Mamma mean... Mom, mamma is mean...” Giovanna said, hanging on to your pajamas, looking at me with eyes that I wished I had never seen. They seemed full of hatred, irrational hatred. Why did she remind me so much of me?

“No, don't say that, honey, mommy Donna isn't mean, she cares about you,” you sighed, cradling the little girl in your arms.

I laughed nervously and crossed my arms, shaking my head. Despised by my own daughter, was this the punishment that awaited me for my horrible acts?

“Well, then she has to let me sleep with you,” the girl said, without bothering to look at my face.

“She's going to do it, right, Donna?” you asked, looking at me. I couldn't do anything else. I had to nod in defeat, for my own daughter.

“Oh, okay,” I huffed, getting under the covers.

I looked at the girl, the girl looked at me and did something that made me sit up again. Her face radiated the sweet taste of victory, sticking her tongue out at me mockingly.

“Hey!” I protested, annoyed by that unpleasant gesture. “(Y/N), the girl stuck her tongue out at me.”

“Oh, come on, stop it and let's go to sleep,” you said tiredly, turning off the light on the table, enveloping the room in the deepest darkness.

I wanted to protest again, to punish Giovanna for treating me that way, but I did nothing, as always. I just crossed my arms again, pressed against the edge of the bed.

Silence finally reigned in my head, and in my ears. Frustrated and nervous, I thought about everything that was happening, about my daughter's unfair attitude towards me. You said that perhaps she had inherited that possessiveness.

 I trembled to think that it could be that way.

Of all my flaws, that was the worst. Just thinking that my daughter could become someone like me... My entire body trembled with terror at that idea, my stomach clenched as I imagined it. Giovanna had inherited almost all of my looks, that wasn't a bad thing. But that her mind worked like mine, that she thought she had to have you to herself...

No, that was something that horrified me, something I tried to ignore in each and every one of her tantrums.

With my eye open, thinking about that possibility, I spent part of the night, well, until a small foot hit me in the face, snapping me out of my own personal torture.

“Mamma, move, I don't have room,” the girl protested, causing me to grunt, pushing her small leg away with an angry gasp.

“You have plenty of room, Giovanna,” I said with a serious voice, perhaps too serious for such a young girl. She didn't seem to care and she continued kicking my body until she forced me to fall off the bed with a thud.

“Mamma, you fell,” my daughter whispered, with a malicious tone, with a tone I hated hearing.

A mocking laugh reached my ears. It wasn't the girl. It was you, (Y/N).

Did you really find it funny that my daughter looked down on me like that? My dark mind lurked in my thoughts, but I was stronger, at that moment I could control my impulses, although I didn't know for how long.

“Do you find it funny? Your daughter kicked me out of bed,” I said furiously, suddenly getting up from the floor.

“No, no, not at all,” you said, not knowing how to hide the mockery that appeared in your words.

I sighed again, running a hand through my hair, shaking my head.

“You know what? You can stay there, I'm leaving,” I said furiously, grabbing one of the cushions from the bed, leaving the room, stopped by your mocking hand on my wrist.

“Come on, Donna, stop acting like a child and go back to bed,” you said, your voice tired. I opened my eyes wide, offended by that reproach.

“Do I behave like a child?” I asked, with my hands on my hips. “Tell your daughter, she hasn't stopped until she kicked me out of bed and...”

“Donna, stop it,” you scolded me, leaving me glued to the wooden floor. ���I don't know which of the two is more childish, really...” you sighed, turning around, letting me go.

I opened my mouth to say something, but my insides were churning furiously. I knew I was right, but I couldn't help but feel that it was internal rage, an uncontrolled rage that clouded my disturbed mind was the reason for all your suffering. I would never hurt you again, (Y/N), ever again.

“Buoa notte,” I whispered before disappearing down the hallway, walking towards the office.

Lying back on that old sofa, I thought about whether all of that was really a punishment, if the happiness I felt from having you next to me, from having a family, was just the illusion of reward, instead of a macabre game of hell itself.

“Hello, hello, hello, exiled again?” a familiar, too familiar voice asked, Angie, who entered the office with an amused step.

“What do you think?” I asked, settling down on that horrible sofa, looking away from that annoying doll. “If you did your job well…”

“What job?” the doll asked, jumping into my stomach, with a maddening voice that I didn't need to hear.

“Giovanna has had nightmares again,” I commented in a low voice, forcing Angie to get off my body, turning around, trying not to stick the wood of that sofa that little by little was becoming my new bed.

“Oh, I didn't know,” she muttered, climbing up again, just to annoy me. Why would my own conscience want to annoy me? It seemed like everyone was against me, as always.

“You didn’t know? You sleep with her,” I said incredulously, suspecting something I already knew. Angie shrugged, shaking her head from side to side. “Piccola bugiarda…”

“Don't blame her. She wants to be with her mother,” the doll said, downplaying the fact that my daughter was a little liar, something admirable at her age, but equally irritating.

“I'm her mother too,” I protested, sitting up, saying out loud a truth that my own daughter seemed to deny from the moment she said her first word, from the moment she decided not to separate from you.

“That's quite obvious,” Angie murmured, making me roll my eye and cross my arms, pressing my nails into my skin.

“But it seems like I’m not... Giovanna doesn't see me as such,” I said with a lower voice. “Cazzo, Angie, I can't even spend a moment with (Y/N) alone...”

“Oh...” the puppet sighed, forcing me to look at her. “I don't think you're jealous of your own daughter, Donna.”

“What? Of course I’m not,” I said immediately, separating that possibility from my head, the possibility that had been tormenting me for some time.

“Well, it seems like it,” Angie rebuked, earning a strong push from me to took her off the couch.

“Don’t say nonsense. I'm sure it's a phase or something...” I muttered, grabbing the cushion to channel my anger into that piece of fabric instead of losing my nerve.

I hadn't lost my mind for too long, I wanted you to be proud of me.

“Well, well, what you want is to be alone with (Y/N) to make more babies to get on my nerves,” the irreverent puppet commented.

I huffed tiredly. Of course, Angie was part of me. She was just as possessive and jealous as me, as Giovanna...

“You don't understand,” I said in a dark tone, looking away from her. “I adore our daughter but I would like to have time for (Y/N) and me and… Besides, I'm afraid of…”

“Of what, Donna?”

“I’m afraid of Giovanna being like me”

That night I barely slept. The erratic thoughts in my head wandered freely thanks to the lack of your body hugging mine, your heat dissipating my demons. No, I couldn't be jealous of Giovanna, I couldn't feel hatred towards the person I loved most in the world. Or maybe I can, I didn't know, I was incapable of controlling everything that was going through my head, I was incapable of not seeing myself in my daughter's hateful glances.

“Good morning, darling...” your soft voice, your caresses on my hair woke me up from my recurring nightmares, some in which my old self took control of my actions, some in which I hurt you, again. “Have you been able to sleep?”

“Yes, well, I'm used to that horrible couch,” I murmured, yawning, sitting up to return those precious caresses, that kiss that I wanted to give you to calm my senses.

“Donna,” you sighed, with a sad look, lack of that fun that always guided your life. “Come on, don't be mad.”

“I'm not mad,” I said defensively, bringing my knees to my chest. “How did the little princess sleep?” I asked, unable to prevent irony from coating my words.

“Well, well, it seems like she doesn't have nightmares anymore,” you commented, oblivious to the mockery of my question, or rather, wanting to be oblivious to it.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, shaking my head, with a fake smile on my face.

“Don't be like that with Gio, she's a little girl, it's normal that she wants to be with her mother,” you explained, never ceasing in your attempt to calm me down with your caresses.

 I wish it had been that easy from the beginning, I wish your love could have put an end to my jealousy.

“With you, of course,” I murmured angrily, squeezing my fist tightly, a fist you grabbed, undoing its shape before it hurt me, again.

“Don't have a hard time, my love. You know what Giovanna is like, she's like…”

“Like me,” I interrupted, making you sigh intensely and lower your gaze. That was what you were going to say, it doesn't matter if you denied it.

“Yes, but not in the way you're thinking,” you said, lying, I could see it in your eyes, you were lying.

Liar

“I need to take a shower,” you commented, leaving aside that interesting and dangerous topic of conversation. “Why don't you give the girl breakfast? So you spend some time together.”

“She’s going to to bite me,” I murmured, unintentionally earning another of your tender laughs, another of your quick kisses on the lips, caresses and kisses I never deserved.

“Stop protesting and act like a mother,” you said amused, leaving the office.

I growled, uncovering myself and going to look for that little monster.

“Come on, Giovanna, drink the milk...” I said, tired of the girl's obvious refusal.

Already dressed, I prepared to fulfill the task you gave me, bathing the little girl and giving her breakfast. To say it was easy was a dirty liar. It was not.

Giovanna's protests grated in my ears. She loved her mother, she loved you.

“I don't want to, where is mom?” Giovanna asked, in a childlike posture, crossing her arms and dodging each of my attempts to bring the glass to her mouth.

“Mom is taking a shower, come on, obey,” I said, already tired from that infernal bath, from the kicks and punches of protest from my daughter, from our daughter. If she didn't look so much like me, I'd think she was just yours.

“I don't want to,” the girl said, looking at me proudly. I snorted, getting angry.

“Giovanna...” I hissed threateningly, sternly. She shook her head. “Come on, don't make it more difficult for me.”

“What have you done to mom?” she asked, leaving me stunned, leaving me breathless because of that horrible accusation.

“What are you talking about, tesoro?” I asked incredulously at those words, at that question. Did she remember she existed because I forced you to? It didn't seem possible.

“Mom's not here, I'm sure it's your fault,” the girl repeated, without looking at my face, gracefully avoiding my attempts to get her to eat breakfast.

“Don't talk nonsense and have breakfast at once,” I said tiredly, ignoring that horrible accusation.

“I don't want to, I want mom to come,” Giovanna said, kicking in the chair, threatening with another tantrum.

“I told you... Mom is taking a shower,” I whispered, losing my patience. “Eat breakfast or I won't let you play with Angie.”

Apparently, the threat of punishment had an effect. The girl clumsily picked up the glass, drinking some milk. I sighed in relief, but not for long. With a mocking sound, the milk in her mouth shot into the worst possible place, into my face.

I blinked in shock at this evil act and tried to ignore the boisterous laughter of the Angie doll, who seemed to be writhing on the floor, amused at my expense.

“It's over, you're punished,” I said furiously, grabbing the little girl's arm, who protested with an exaggerated scream.

“Let me go! Mom!” the little girl yelled, disconsolately calling her mother, calling you, her savior.

“Stai zitto, Giovanna,” I said furiously with a dark voice, but maintaining my composure, wiping my face.

“Lasciami in pace!” she screeched in response, moving erratically.

“Io sono la tua mamma, ascoltami, Giovanna...” I whispered, stopping that protest as best I could, being totally incapable.

“Tu non sei la mia mamma, sei una stupida!” she screamed, insulting me, making it clear that she didn't love me, that she only loved you.

That was a hard blow for my fragile mind, too hard.

“Hey, hey...” your voice resonated to calm that bloody battle, appearing from the hallway with a gaze fixed on the girl, with a frown. “What's going on here? If you're going to fight, at least do it in my language, will you?”

 “Your daughter, (Y/N), that's what's happening,” I said furiously, unable to get rid of the strong accent that anger made me have. You approached, shaking your head, running a hand through my hair.

“What happened to you? Has a cow fallen on your face?” you joked, making the girl laugh in amusement, being picked up by your protective arms.

I didn't know what to say, I simply tried to fight against my wounded heart, against the tears that threatened to slide down my cheek.

With a growl, I walked away from you, quickly, ignoring your calls.

“Donna! Hey, Donna! Come here,” you shouted, calling me. I turned to look at you, but I could only see the girl's triumphant eyes, ones that almost made me lose control.

I ignored your screams, going down to the basement, running quickly towards my room, containing the rage that was beginning to build up in my fists.

Furious, I kicked a chair, kicked the bed, and pulled my hair. The situation was unbearable but... No, I couldn't lose my mind in front of you, of our daughter. I couldn't go back to being that evil woman who ruined your life, the one who forced you through her deranged mind. I didn't want it to come back, but I couldn't stop it.

“Maledizione!” I shouted, releasing all my anger in a punch that hit the mirror of the old dresser. Blood flowed from my hand. The pain was intense, but not compared to the damage to my delicate, sensitive, sick heart...

How to deal with the love I felt for you, and for my daughter? How to handle those horrible feelings that haunted me? I loved Giovanna. I loved her more than my own life, even if she didn't feel the same way.

Jealousy, possessiveness, yes, there was no longer any doubt, it was my fault. Giovanna was born for that reason. She came into the world because of my pathetic and crazy obsession with keeping you by my side. Just as it happened with me, it happened with her. My desire not to lose you, to keep you close to me had passed to Giovanna, turning her into my reflection, into an adorable version of the monster that I considered myself to be.

The situation was getting out of control. I should never have been a mother, I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve to have you by my side. Your words, the love you said you felt for me were no longer enough.

That was my punishment for keeping you. That was my punishment for all the harm I did to you, creating something wonderful, a beautiful daughter, only for me to be nothing to her, just a nuisance, a threat that stood between her mother and her.

I looked at the blood that flowed from my knuckles, that blood that reminded me that I was still a human being. I shook my head, I buried it in my arms and there, in the solitude of my room, far from my family, far from the most important things in the world for me, I cried inconsolably.

“Quando ci vuole, ci vuole, mm?” I repeated that phrase looking at myself in the broken mirror, demanding a bit of fortitude from myself, gaining enough strength to get up and return to your side.

No matter how hard the path was, my duty was to walk along it. That was my penance.

“You shouldn't treat mommy that way, honey... She loves you very much.” Your voice caught my attention, making me hide before revealing myself again.

“She doesn't love me, she just wants to take me away from you,” the girl said, sobbing. That made me squirm again, but I managed to stay calm.

“No, that's not true, darling. Donna would do anything for you, for us… Remember how she made you Mrs. Freckles? She's your favorite doll, right?” you asked, giving Giovanna that doll, one that I made her when she was three years old, when she didn't hate me.

“Yes...” Giovanna said, hugging the doll tightly. That was the closest I'd come to her to give me some love the last two years. I cried again thinking about it.

“Besides, you don't remember but... Thanks to your mom, you're healthy and strong now, I'm sure you didn't know that,” you commented, with a soft voice, cradling the girl, calming her tantrum.

Giovanna shook her head, curious.

“I don't remember,” she said, with her hand on her mouth, in an adorable way. Well, at least it made me smile.

“Of course not, you had just been born and I... Well, I got very, very sick... I couldn't take care of you, but do you know who did?” you asked, with a voice similar to the one you used when you told her a story.

 The girl shook her head.

“Donna, your mommy, she took care of you until I got well again. She fed you, changed your diaper, sang lullabies to you to make you fall asleep...” You explained, making the knot in my stomach grow stronger. I didn't want to remember those two weeks, I didn't want to.

“Mamma Donna?” the girl asked, lowering her gaze.

“Yes, honey, she was very kind to you, you should be a good girl and return her favor, don't you think?” you said, with a softer voice.

The girl seemed to think about it, but finally, just as I suspected, she shook her head.

“Go to play with Angie, okay?” you said when you looked at me out of the corner of your eye, when you realized my presence. “Then we could take a walk in the forest, would you like to?”

“Yes, yes, a walk!” Giovanna said, excited about the idea, running around the room, passing by me without even looking at me.

“Donna, darling,” you sighed, walking slowly towards me, looking down at my wound, still bleeding. “Oh, my love… Have you hurt yourself again?”

I nodded, trying not to look at her, feeling ashamed, feeling that I was the monster you seemed to fall in love with once again.

“Gods, what have you done? Come, let's heal you,” you sighed, with that look you had when my mind went crazy, something that hadn't happened for too long.

Slowly, with a sad look, you bandaged my wound, not wanting to say anything, looking at me from time to time, with pity, thinking you had lost me again.

“Giovanna said I wasn't her mother,” I murmured while you worked on my wound. You looked at me, sighing, closing the bandage around my hand, holding it in yours.

“Don't pay attention to her, she's a little girl. You know that children say a lot of nonsense,” you commented, lifting my chin so you could see my face damaged by crying.

“It's not nonsense,” I said, furious again.

"Of course it is. Giovanna loves you, even if she doesn't tell you, I know,” you said in a soft tone, trying to convince me to abandon that shameful jealousy, that lack of your love that girl was forcing me to feel.

“You think so?” I said, turning around, looking on the coffee table for one of the many drawings my daughter made and showing it to you superbly. “Where am I here?”

“Oh, well...” you said, taking the sheet of paper, looking at the figures of Giovanna, Angie and you. “Oh, look, here you are,” you said smiling, pointing to a small black figure in the corner of the paper. I raised my eyebrows.

“There are lint in this house bigger than that black stain,” I said ironically, becoming defensive again.

“That black stain is you,” you joked, nudging me. I looked at you with a burning gaze, making you step back.

“Exactly, I'm just a black stain in our daughter's life, and in your life,” I murmured, looking away.

“No, that's not true, you know I love you very much Donna. You know that I...” you said, almost begging for me to listen to you, too late.

“I have to work on my dolls,” I said, getting up from the couch, rubbing the bandaged wound on my hand. “Thank you for healing me.”

“Donna, honey, wait...”

Nothing you said could be enough to calm the tide of my dark thoughts.

Just a black stain, a monster that wanted to separate my daughter from her mother, that was me in that family, nothing else.

“We'll be back before it gets dark,” you said, kissing me on the cheek as you said goodbye, heading out the door. “Come on, Gio, give mommy a kiss,” you ordered the girl, who was tugging impatiently at your dress.

“I don't want to,” the girl murmured, taking refuge between your legs. “Come on, mom, come on.”

You looked at me, apologizing for her, I shook my head. Not even Angie stayed with me.

With nothing better to do, I leaned on the porch railing, watching you walk away, letting my mind think that this might be the last time I saw you. In my hands, I held the black veil with which I used to cover my face, imagining a fleeting hope that would allow me to go with you.

I'm just stupid, like my daughter said. I didn't deserve the fantastic family I had. I never did it, it was all my fault.

“Look, Donna, what a kick... It's incredible...”

“Do you think we should paint the room? It's a bit dull for a girl, or a boy...”

“I want to see what it's like...”

As I looked somewhere I didn't notice, I remembered those moments, those horrible moments of your pregnancy, horrible, yes, but also tender, adorable. I was to blame for your suffering and your smiles. The harm that little Giovanna did to you was the first of my punishments.

I sighed, letting a tear fall onto the wooden floor, shaking my head, denying myself the truth of a terrible thought. You would be much better off without me.

“Donna, Donna!” A shrill voice derived that horrible thought from my head. My Angie doll appeared from the trees, clumsily running towards me.

“Angie? What's going on?” I asked, shaking my head as I ran to pick up the puppet, who was panting comically from that impromptu run.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) and Gio are in trouble, you have to help them, quickly!” the doll shouted, pulling the fabric of my dress. I, scared by that phrase, calmed the puppet by shaking it so it would stop babbling.

“What? In trouble?” I asked scared, with my body trembling with fear.

“Some bad men have trapped them in the forest, you have to do something, run, run!”

Frightened by that revelation, I put the black veil over my face, lowering the doll to the ground. My gaze darkened.

Nobody touches my family.

“Okay, take me there, Angie,” I whispered.

The doll nodded and led me by the hand into the depths of the forest.

“Do you want to stay still, you damn brat?” A deep voice reached my ears. This horrible vision appeared behind some bushes.

Two men, probably from the village, were holding my daughter, holding you in the same way while you kicked, trying unsuccessfully to get out of their grasp.

“Ah! Damn! She has bitten me!” The fatter one yelled, protesting against Giovanna's surprising attack against his hand.

“Let my mom go, you silly! Let her go!” the girl shouted, now in the arms of that evil man.

“Damn child!” the other man shouted, trying to keep you still.

“Gio!” you screamed, watching how the girl kicked tirelessly. My whole body burned with rage. “Let her go, you asshole, she's a child!”

“I will if you give me what I want, young lady,” the bandit murmured.

“I already told you that we don't have money!” you screamed again, growling, fighting with the hands that went to your neck.

“I think so, look at that girl's doll, it must be worth a lot of lei...”

“No, Mrs. Freckles!” Giovanna yelled, when that vermin snatched her doll.

“You're screwing up quite well... You don't know where you've gotten yourself,” you growled, your eyes burning with helplessness.

I couldn't take it anymore.

“Mamma!”  Giovanna  said when I, with a calm, threatening step, appeared from the shadows.

“Ah!” the fat man shouted, receiving a well-deserved kick in the crotch from my daughter, something that made me smile.

“Damn... What the hell...?” the man murmured, now moaning in pain, while I picked up my frightened daughter in my arms.

“Oliver, look who she is...” the man holding you said, pointing at me, who was trying to comfort the little girl's crying.

“Oh, shit...” the fat man sighed, eyes wide open, kneeling in the snow. “Lady Beneviento…”

I didn't say anything, I just sighed, cradling my daughter who, for once, clung to me disconsolately.

“Donna,” you whispered, with a triumphant smile.

“Greg, I think you should let the girl go,” the kneeling man said. His friend, unfortunately for him, didn’t seem to pay attention to him.

“Are you stupid? She can't hurt us, she's just a nutcase,” his partner said, with a crazy look, putting a knife to your neck. “Don’t, don't move or the girl dies.”

“Greg, no...” the fat man said, pulling on his partner's clothes.

“Are you a coward or what's wrong with you?” this Greg guy snapped, smiling in a horrible way, holding the sharp blade to your delicate neck. “One, one step back, you doll psychopath…”

Of course, I didn't obey.

“Don't insult her, dude... Don’t do it...” his partner lamented, closing his eyes and bowing his head.

“Get up, now we have the control. She won't do anything if she doesn't want the girl to get hurt,” that stupid man said, making me laugh. “Give us everything you have if you don't want us hurt her. I will do it, I swear...”

“No, you won't,” I whispered, extending my free hand toward them.

“Ah! Snakes!” the fat man shouted, rolling on the ground. “They are everywhere!”

The girl looked at me smiling curiously, just like you, who was no longer trembling.

“What do you say, Giovanna? What do you think can scare that stupid guy so much?” I asked amused, looking into the scared eyes of the man who was still holding you.

“Mmm,” the girl murmured, changing terror for amusement. “Coccodrilli!”

“I like it,” I said with a dark look, walking towards that man who was threatening you. His eyes changed to ones of terror, especially since his partner continued to struggle with his hallucinations.

“No, no, wait, wait,” he said, letting you go and putting his hands up. “It, it was a misunderstanding, I... Ah! It has torn off my arm!” He said horrified, when he finally succumbed to my powers.

You ran to my side, into my arms, with a smile of relief, the three of us watching that pitiful spectacle together.

“They’re everywhere!”

“It ripped off my leg! Help!”

I approached them slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder, holding little Giovanna in my arms.

“The next time you mess with my family I won't be pious,” I threatened, giving as much fear as I could, being that monster I hated so much being, to protect my family.

“That’s right!” the girl said “Fools!”

The rats fled at last, leaving a small moment of tension behind them.

“Gods, Donna, you showed up,” you whispered, removing the black cloth from my face, kissing me quickly and then our daughter. “Gio, are you okay?”

“Mrs. Freckles!” the girl screamed. I lowered her to the ground so she could run towards her doll, now with a broken arm.

“Don't worry, honey, Donna will fix it,” you said, you now being the one holding the girl, as expected. “Come on, let's go home…”

The way back was silent. Your hand in mine expressed gratitude, love, what I didn't think you felt for me. Even Giovanna's distrustful look seemed to change, looking at me embarrassedly over your shoulder, as if she were sad, or sorry for something.

The next day the routine continued, but not before talking at length about that incident. Miraculously, Giovanna didn’t seem to have nightmares that night and, surprisingly, according to you, excited by my bravery, you allowed me to make love to you, for the first time in many months.

That small release seemed to mark the beginning of a new stage, or maybe it was just that the girl was too sleepy to want to annoy me. I didn't know.

Like every day, I worked on my dolls, well, that time, on poor Mrs. Freckles, repairing her arm in silence, with the only sound of the workshop clock keeping me company.

A tug on my dress distracted me. I hadn't heard her, but my daughter had entered the workshop like a silent breeze. I assumed she wanted to check the state of Mrs. Freckles' injury.

“Mamma...” she murmured, with her head bowed. I sighed, smiling, pretending that I had no hard feelings, pretending I didn't care about her attitude toward me.

“What do you want, tesoro? She's almost fixed,” I murmured, looking at the doll again. The girl tugged at my dress again, now catching my attention.

Giovanna didn't say anything. She just moved her hands up, opening and closing her fists with a sad look, asking, surprisingly, to be held in my arms.

I, without hesitation, obeyed her silent request, sitting her on my lap while I fixed her favorite doll.

“Will she recover?” she asked, observing my work. I smiled sincerely, nodding.

“Of course,” I said, amused. “Mrs. Freckles is very brave, don't you think?”

Giovanna nodded profusely, with a hand on her mouth, a hand that I slowly withdrew, so I could see the precious daughter I conceived.

“You are also very brave,” she murmured, as if something was stopping her from saying that. I stopped sewing, looking at my daughter's sincere expression. “You saved us.”

“I only did what I had to do, tesoro, protect my family,” I said with a slightly serious tone, accommodating the girl in a more comfortable position.

“I have a gift for you...” Giovanna whispered, taking one of her little hands to the pocket of her dress and taking out a sheet of paper.

I picked it up slowly, frowning when I saw one of Giovanna's drawings. Mysteriously, I seemed to be the protagonist.

“Look, mamma, it's you, see?” she explained, pointing to my dark figure in the  middle of the drawing, rising triumphantly over two evil bandits. “Look, that's mom and me, smiling because you saved us.”

“Giovanna, it's... Amazing...” I sighed, trying not to get too excited, looking over and over again at the surprising details of that drawing.

“You will always protect us, right?” she asked with a low voice, as if she was also about to cry.

“Of course, tesoro,” I said, wiping away a tear that finally ran down her cheek. “Mom and you are the most important things in my life.”

“And will we always be?” the girl asked, a little more worried.

“Always, my love,” I said, with a smile.

“Won't you let them hurt mom?” she asked again.

 I shook my head.

“Never,” I said, with a more serious tone. Giovanna smiled and, with an unexpected gesture, jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly, with an affection that I could never imagine or deserve.

“I love you so much, mamma...” she whispered with a tender voice, finally making me emotional.

“I love you too, my beautiful girl...”

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Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy” 

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her. 

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks 

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind. 

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied 

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen. 

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room. 

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said 

“No-” 

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to” 

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me. 

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him. 

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she? 

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n. 

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years. 

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right 

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy” 

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can u write something for yandere armin? like what if his darling actually liked him back but then ppl are gossiping about him visiting Annie and still having feelings for her? this hurts darling bc she never forgave Anine and maybe her sibling is dead bc of the female titan so she just kinda stops talking to armin???

@laughing-with-god these were catching cobwebs in my drafts but it’s finally here (^◇^;)

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Cw: Unhinged Armin! Fem! Reader, suicidal mentions, manipulative tendencies, yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, mutual pinning

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Is she ignoring me?

Armin questioned.

Watching you longingly from afar underneath the bangs of his long blonde hair, he began to overthink about what went wrong between the two of you. The rumors that kept circulating his mind about how you also had feelings for him. Was driving him insane with all the conflicting emotions in his weak heart.

Doesn’t she feel the same way? But if that’s true then why…?

If the rumors are true then why’re you avoiding him? The day before the both of you were in the library leisurely reading books sitting next to each other as if you were connected by the red strings of faith. The atmosphere was so blissful a lovely distraction from the chaos in a world that seems so hopeless.

But now he’s witnessing you ignoring his existence entirely almost as if he didn’t exist in your heart to being in with. And that made him anxious with insecurities running rampant until it turned into twisted delusions.

Has she found another?

No, that can’t be! What do I do? I can’t let her go. I need her. I need her. I need her. I need her—

“Hey did yall hear about what’s happening between Armin and Annie?”

A distant voice snapped him out of his obsessive train of thoughts, and he automatically tuned into the conversation of gossip stemming from a group of scouts.

“Duh everyone knows that those two will hook up eventually, but my heart goes out to that girl who had a crush on him.”

Another voice chimed in with a slight huff of pity going out to you.

“Yeah, hasn’t Armin always had the hots for that Titan girl? I heard that he went to see her last night at the stables”

Armin went rigid at the mere mention that he would choose that abomination you utterly despised over you. Calming himself he couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh of relief realizing that it was not as bad as he originally thought. Although, he did have an encounter with her, trust me when I say that it was far from that of a friendly front.

Now that he had a clear vision of the situation, he knew exactly what he needed to do to mend the bridge between him and his darling.

Him being all nice to Annie was just a facade to get her guard to the lowest crumbling point. The woman was already running on a half life carrying the guilt of her past warrior self. He pretended to be empathetic towards her, feeding the flames of her innermost desire to end it all by stating that she had suffered long enough by the hands of fate. And that as a former ally he’d assist in making sure she had a nice send off straight to hell.

And eventhough He knew it was wrong of him to enjoy the simpering thought of how jealous you were at the mere inkling idea that he was interested in Annie. He couldn’t help the excitement drumming along in his heart at how that was a sign of your apparent love towards him. A telltale sign of how you wanted him.

He nearly got weak in the knees at the vision of you and him getting together as a loving couple. Especially since he knew that his goal was within reach, all he had to do was set the plan in motion. In few days time you’ll soon see how much he truly loves you, and how much he’d be willing to be your faithful companion.

And what better way to show it, by giving you the chance to get revenge on the traitor you loathed with all your being.

With that in mind Armin quickly headed towards your quarters, his steps becoming upbeat with a small hopeful smile on his face while he daydreamed about you rewarding his efforts with a kiss.

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This is after the Hyde incident.

New found love pt. 1: Wednesday x fem! reader

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Summary: Enid calls you over for a sleepover, but you can't sleep. Wednesday finds you at the balcony and spends sometime with you.

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Enid knew you and Wednesday liked each other. It was obvious, well not obvious but she found out when Wednesday asked a lot about you.. After the Hyde incident of course. You were one of the suspects. Of course, a person who could talk, understand, turn into, clone animals was a big red flag, she guessed.

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Enid forced Wednesday to immediately apologize to you after. "I'm-" Wednesday inhaled sharply, closing her eyes before exhaling. "I'm sorry.... I confronted you without knowing the true killer." Wednesday said, looking at the back of you and reading the board Enid held for her. "Addams, I know Enid's forcing you. So, it's fine, I forgave you a long time ago." You said with your arms crossed across your chest, looking down at Wednesday.

Yes, you were taller than her and Enid. Wednesday was surprised, you couldn't see it but she was. Aswell as Enid who was still standing behind you. "You did?" Wednesday asked, " Yeah, it was a misunderstanding, plus, we both know you wouldn't be sorry for anything." You said, with a smirk.

"And Enid begged me to forgive you." You continued. "I never begged you!" Enid shot back but kept quite when both you and Wednesday looked at her with glares. You turned back to Wednesday with a sigh. "Friends?" You asked extending your hand for her to shake it. Wednesday looked at the hand for a while, you're hand was getting tired, she shook it. Wednesday could admit, your hand was warm and hers was cold. Perfect combination.

"See you later Addams." You said, winking at her before leaving. How dare you?! You left Wednesday's face red and her heart beating out of her chest!!! She looked at the spot where you were standing and looked where you were talking and laughing with Yoko. Enid quickly came to Wednesday with almost a sad face, she hadn't seen you wink at Wednesday and Wednesday was glad for that. "Friends?! How dare she?!-" Enid was to busy rambling to notice Wednesday not listening and looking at you. What are you doing to her?

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Now

"Should invite Y/N to a sleepover?" Enid asked, looking at her phone. She had been chatting to you a whole hour. Wednesday's shocked you hadn't hanged up on Enid. "It wouldn't matter, as long as she doesn't disturb my writing time." Wednesday said, sitting on her chair and getting her typewriter ready. "I'll invite her." Enid said after a short period of time.

It didn't take long for you to knock on the door. Wednesday and Enid both knew that knock, anyone close to you knew it. It was a beat, it was a quick 3 knocks then a 1 knock again. Enid practically ran to the door. Enid hugged you tightly like you were the only person on the world. "Wednesday said we mustn't make a noise since she's in her writing time or hour." Enid said dragging you in, you closed the door with your foot, surprisingly it closed properly. "Afternoon Addams." You said with a grin, but Wednesday couldn't see it since she had her back faced to you. But she was sure had a grin on your face.

"Williams." Was all Wednesday said back. You knew she was just saying hey back but in....Wednesday? Enid dragged you to her bed. "What movie are we watching?" Enid asked, smiling at you. You were to busy putting out your laptop from the bag you brought. It had snacks, toiletries and more. "Nimona I think is the name?" You said finally finding your laptop. "Oh! I've heard of it!" Enid said, moving so you could sit next to her.

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Wednesday was halfway done with her writing time when she heard snoring from the other side of the room. She looked over to see Enid putting her whole body on yours, suffocating you. You pushed Enid off and got up. You were in a big SpongeBob shirt and brown pants that had little Patrick's on them, it wasn't fashionable, but it was cute. Wait. Cute? Cute?!!Wednesday almost threw up. You got up and put on your black sweater on.

You walked to the balcony, unaware of Wednesday's eyes following your every move like a hawk. When you got to the ledge of the balcony, Enid sprung up. "Wednesday! This is your chance!" Enid whisper shouted, walking up to the raven-haired girl. "Chance?" Wednesday said, getting up and turning around. "Yeah! I set this up! So go!" Enid said, pushing Wednesday to the window.

Wednesday huffed before going outside to the balcony. "What are you doing up?" You asked looking over to Wednesday while sitting on the ledge. "You disturbed me." Wednesday said, not looking at you. "Sorry, I just got suffocated by Enid." You joked with a grin, now looking at the half-moon. "But I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturbed you." You said after a tired sigh. Wednesday didn't answer, she was busy thinking about how to - how Enid puts it - the flow of the conversation.

"Why can't you sleep? Other than Enid suffocating you." Wednesday said, looking over to you. You chuckled at this. "Nightmares. It might sound weird, but...." You said but stopped at looked down with furrowed brows. Wednesday knew some stuff about you and that when you think you do that. You sighed hard.

You turn to Wednesday. "So you see, I'm writing a novel, like you almost. And the main character, Elizabeth is in love with the new character, Alex. Elizabeth wants to confess her love but is afraid Alex will leave her like her ex, Ashley." You said, taking a deep breath so you can continue. " Ash was sweet but a big bitch, Elizabeth was so in love that she couldn't see it. So one time, when Elizabeth was working. She got back to see Ash getting ate by her best friend, Ethan. So Elizabeth did what a normal person would do. Swore at both of them and kicked them out. The worst part was that it was on the couch."

You were out of breath so took a break. "So you can see why Elizabeth doesn't trust her feelings towards Alex." You said looking desperately at Wednesday. Wednesday was trying to process everything you just told her. She was terribly confused, why would you ask her for love advice? Why not ask Enid? You must have been desperate to ask her.

"Enid should know this stuff, don't be foolish." Wednesday said, quickly walking back to the room and continuing her writing time. You sighed deeply and went back and slept next to Enid.

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You were typing away on your laptop. Busy with an essay, when your phone rang. You picked it up and looked at. It was Enid. You quickly answered, "Enid?" You answered confused for why she's calling you. She knew you were working on your essay. You pacifically told her the day before and on the phone. "Hey Y/N!!" She screamed in the phone, but you were used to it. "Enid, you know that I'm writing an essay. So, you have 5 minutes to tell me what you want." You said frustrated.

"Fine, I wanted to get you to ask your crush out." Enid said in a little grumpy voice. "She's clearly not into me. And if you say, "Well she keeps asking about you" it's not going to work." You said with a high-pitched Enid voice when you mimicked her. "Oh, come on! That was last time! She won't do that again!" Enid protested. "A week ago, she called me foolish for asking her for character advice." You said frustrated. " You mean life advice? Or love advice? Or-" Enid said but got interrupted by you.

"Yes! I get it Sinclair!" You shouted back with a roll of your eyes. "She was confused! She isn't great with feelings." Enid defended. "Did she tell you that or did you guess?" You deadpanned. "She told me okay?!" Enid shouted irritated before taking a deep breath. "Just give her a chance? Okay? Maybe tutoring?" Enid asked desperately.

"I'm great in all my classes." You deadpanned. "Well fail one!" Enid said excitedly. "I am going fail one, since you called me!" You said angrily. "Great! Let's continue then!" She said happily. You rolled your eyes. "Enid I'm sorry but I can't fail. Goodbye." You said hanging up.

Enid sadly put her phone away. "It didn't work!" Enid said, getting up and walking over to Wednesday's side of the room. "Why would you call her foolish?!" Enid said angrily. "It's her fault, she came to me for life advice and I gave her some." Wednesday shoot back, not looking up from her novel. "It was a story! Not life advice!" Enid said, pacing back and forth. "Why do you even care?" Wednesday said, flipping a page of her novel.

"Because you guys like each other!" Enid shouted stressed. " I swear I'm going to spoon my eyes out if you guys don't get together!" Enid said, almost stepping on Thing. "I would pay to see that." Wednesday said, still not looking up. "You're asking her out tomorrow!" Enid told Wednesday before going to her side of the room. "I will do no such thing." Wednesday said, now looking to Enid with a glare. "You will do such a thing!" Enid shouted back with her own glare to Wednesday. "And that's final!" Enid shouted again. And it was. Wednesday surprisingly didn't say anything back.

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You thankfully finished your essay last night and gave it in this morning. But now you were being dragged by an angry Enid. And she was angry and fast. "Would you slow down, Enid?!" You shouted, trying to keep up. Enid didn't listen and actually went faster. You two got to Enid's and Wednesday's dorm. She pushed you in and locked the door. You got up from the floor with a grunt.

"Why are werewolves so fucking strong?" You grunted out. Something caught your eye, Wednesday was typing away on her typewriter. "Oh fuck this." You said angrily and walked out to the balcony, when you were about to morph into a bird and fly away, she just had to speak. "Running away from your problems I see." Wednesday's voice rang out. "At least you know your the problem." You shot back.

"Empty threats won't help you." Wednesday said, still typing away. "Like you didn't help me?" You said, entering the room again. "You need love advice and you came to me. That was your big mistake." Wednesday shot back. "Clearly." You said, rolling your eyes. "I only needed help for my novel." You said, re-adjusting your bag that was thankfully still on your back.

"Novel? You don't have the brains or smarts to make such." Wednesday almost laughed. "You want proof?" You said, sitting on Wednesday's bed. "Enlighten me." Wednesday said, looking over to you. You huffed before taking out a few pages of your novel. "Here read this." You said, crossing your arms across your chest. Wednesday looked at the title "New found love." it read. Wednesday nodded once before telling Thing to give you the first few pages of her novel, while she read yours.

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Enid just came back from her date with Ajax. She hoped and prayed and hoped, that you and Wednesday didn't kill each other! She unlocked the door and peeked inside, she saw you standing by Wednesday's desk, laughing and arguing with her. "Elizabeth should have killed Ethan. It would have made a better story." Wednesday argued back. "She did want to kill Ethan but wanted to be the better person." You chuckled at Wednesday, leaning against the wall next to her desk.

"Well she would have been the better person if she killed him." Wednesday shot back, reading some papers on her desk. Were you guys flirting? Well novel flirting she guess but she sadly had to ruin it because her feet were killing her. Enid entered the room with a huff. But you and Wednesday were to busy talking about your novel to notice her. "Um hello?" Enid said offended.

"Oh hey Enid!" You greeted her with a grin and a wave. Wednesday turned around and looked at Enid. "Finally, I thought my ears would bleed out from her rants." Wednesday said before turning back to your novel pages. "Ouch." You said, putting a hand on your chest. Wednesday rolled her eyes from your fake act. "How was your date with Ajax." You asked with chuckle.

"He was busy." Enid sighed, flopping on her bed with a groan. "Busy how?" You asked with another chuckle. Enid gave you a glare and threw a pillow at you. You laughed and threw it back at her. "Not like that!" She groaned again, all you did was laugh. "Now leave, I want to talk to Wends" Enid said, giving you your bag and pushing you out the door before locking it. "Tell me everything!" Enid said, sitting on Wednesday's bed.

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It was the next morning and you were walking to Enid and Wednesday's dorm. You always went there in the morning. You picked Enid up and both of you would go to the Weathervane. You guys would eat breakfast and go back to school before it starts. You knocked on the door with you usual beat. Wednesday opened the door with her usual scowl. "Morning Addams. I'm here to pick Enid up." You said with your usual grin.

Wednesday moved so you could come in. So you did. Wednesday went to her desk and gave you your novel pages back. "It's not half bad. When you have more give it to me." Wednesday said in a small hint of tiredness in her voice. If you looked closer, you could see slight bags under her eyes. "Thanks, did you stay up all night Addams?" You asked, trying to hide your amusement from this.

"Are you amused?" Wednesday asked with a slight tilt of her head. "No! Of course not! Just....curious." You said with a small grin. "Curiosity kills a cat." Wednesday stated. "Yeah, it killed my cat." You said with a small smile. Wednesday's eyebrows slightly furrowed, urging you to continue. "A dog killed her in a fight between the two. Let's just say the dog didn't live to see another day." You said with a slight smirk and winked at Wednesday.

Enid finally was done with her hair and dragged you out the door but before she could, "You want anything while we're gone Addams?" You asked. "My usual." Wednesday said, walking back to her desk to start her writing time. "Got it!" You said, leaving the dorm. You of course closed the door behind you.

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You had Wednesday's drink in your hand. You were walking back to her dorm. Enid went to visit Yoko. You knocked your beat on the door. Wednesday opened the door in her uniform and her bag on. "Here's your order." You said with a grin and handing Wednesday her drink. "What exactly is my order?" Wednesday tested you, walking out her dorm and locking the door behind her. "A quad over ice. Which is 4 shots of expresso." You said, walking next to Wednesday to class. Both of you were going to the same first class. Which was fencing.

You were wearing your white fencing suit with your helmet on, while Wednesday was wearing her black fencing suit, holding her helmet. Both of you were looking for a strip. You finally found one. Both you and Wednesday got ready to fence. Your stance was good, better than Wednesday expected. Wednesday of course won the first round. You both went back to your stances.

This time you won the round. Now it was the last round, you were defense and Wednesday was attacking you. The whole other 2 rounds were defense. So when you attacked Wednesday, she was shocked. But she attacked back, metal hitting metal was the sound ringing in your ears. You fell backwards when Wednesday did a blow that surprised you. You fell on your back with a grunt. Wednesday would have took the win there but gave you 5 seconds to get up. You got up and instantly started attacking Wednesday.

You grunted every time you attacked, something was clearly wrong but you didn't stop. There were blood spots when you attacked on the mat, but no one dared to stop the round. You final got Wednesday on the floor. She fell with a grunt. You poked the foil sword on her shoulder and took off your helmet. You were sweating and panting, your hair a slight mess. You threw your helmet and sword across the strip. You held your right hand in your left hand with a grunt. Blood coming out of your wrist. Bianca came from the crowd of students and came to your side.

"Are you okay?!" She said, ignoring Wednesday's presence. Wednesday got up herself with a slight grunt and dusted off her fencing suit. "You!" Bianca went up to Wednesday with a glare. "Bianca!" You shouted, stopping the girl from murdering the gothic girl. or trying to. "No Y/N! She broke your wrist!" Bianca defended. "Yeah, and Xavier broke your heart, but you don't see me trying to kill him." You shout back, making the crowd of students make 'ooh's'.

Bianca rolled her eyes, gave Wednesday a final glare before walking back to you. "Let's go to the infirmary." Bianca said, putting her hand on your shoulder to comfort you. "That won't be needed, I'll be taking her myself." Wednesday said, taking you left arm and dragging you out the fencing room before Bianca could reply. "Can you please slow down Addams?" You said, trying to catch up with Wednesday.

She slowed down a little, which you thanked her with a small smile. "Let me see." Wednesday said, going to a halt and gesturing to your right wrist. You hissed when Wednesday's cold fingers glided on your bleeding wrist. Wednesday was examining your bleeding wrist, you didn't feel any pain anymore. You were to busy examining her face to feel it. Her perfect jaw, her eyes, her pale skin. She looked even beautiful when concentrated.

Her bangs covering most of her forehead and eyebrows. And....wait....is that? It can't be. You moved your left hand up, hesitant to do this. Your fingers met her skin, and she halted her movements. Since you were taller, it was easier to do this. You brushed away some of her bangs from her left eyebrow. And there it was. An eyebrow slit. Wednesday Addams had an eyebrow slit. "You have an eyebrow slit." You unconsciously said, it just came out. "I don't know what you mean." Wednesday said as she stated to walk to the infirmary. With you behind you.

"It's clear Addams. Your bangs just blocked it." You said with big grin. Wednesday shot a glare, but you just laughed. "If you-" Wednesday tried to say but you interrupted her. " If I say anything, you'll bury me alive or whatever. I won't tell anyone. It will be our little secret." You said with a even bigger grin. Ignoring the pain in your wrist.

[williamkisser]

HELLO ^^ !!!! MAY I REQUEST GN READER TRYING TO FLIRT WITH KEVIN USING HIS LASSO (LIKE.. RANDOMLY STEALING IT THEN TRYING TO LASSO HIM AND FLIRT) BUT FAILING MISERABLY HEHE

♡— Flirting with the Cowboy

♡— thank you for requesting anon! I’m sorry it took some time but when i was in the middle of writing this fic i decided i don’t like it and started from scratch ☠️ anyways

♡— Warnings: g/n reader, unrealistic usage of the lasso, word count 1300

♡— Kevin Ayuso felt just like a fish in water during the manor’s games! The trill of rescuing others, dealing with the bad guys… surely, it was far from the real thing back in America, and to be sincere, it did feel faux, but a man’s got to appreciate what he has. And not like it matters either way - sooner or later he will be destined to forget his past anyway. This is the real world these days.

♡— The cowboy’s skill and experience from his past endeavors in the wild brought him much respect in the Manor. His moves were smooth enough to keep the hunters distracted through the entire match. Oh, how much the praise has boosted his ego up.

♡— Kevin was someone very trustable judging by his cleverness, but he wasn’t calling himself the cowboy for nothing. Never you’d see him without his signature lasso, pretty sure he even sleeps with it under hidden under the pillow. And during the games? A menace to hunters, a blessing to survivors.

♡— Additionally, when nothing serious or important was going on, he would to show off near everyone, specifically the prettiest manor residents. Can you blame him though? He’s such a flirt, and Oletus is filled with beautiful men and women… it’s just natural.

♡— Kevin also loves doing lasso tricks. The thing is, sometimes he can be too proud, embarrassing himself by some stupid, silly mistake. Quite shocking to see him still walking on both legs and owning a full set of teeth after he once shattered a few of Vera’s perfume bottles while trying to lasso her for jokes. But that’s nothing. Once he got so drunk he attempted to lasso Naib. No need to say what happened later.

♡— You once ended up on the team together with him for one of the matches. This fact solely made you feel slightly safer, but you quickly realized the hunter was feeling friendly today, seeing Antonio’s demonic juggling the balls Mike kept throwing at him. Kevin, seeing this, wanted to instantly join. He specifically told you to watch the old cowboy in action. He was lassoing the circus balls effortlessly, or at least it seemed so.

♡— In the middle of doing his silly trick, he turned his head back to you, giving you a wink and a smile that would make many people fall to their knees. Bad move. He lost the control over his lasso and accidentally threw one of the balls straight towards your forehead. It hurt like hell. If you were fully conscious, you would probably be angry at him and slap his cheek, later soothing it with a kiss to tease him back, but right now you were far too overwhelmed to bring yourself to any rational thought. Either way, he would get a scolding from Emily for giving her yet another unnecessary responsibility even after a friendly match. That Kevin…

♡— Needles to say, while his romantic efforts are appreciated (by some), you forgave him, but it should be best if he left the entertainment activities to the Hullaballoo performers. Kevin’s lasso fail however quickly led you to a great idea. What if you treat him with the taste of his own medicine? Lassoing him seemed like a big challenge, but it was worth it. You just couldn’t stop imagining him being tied up, feeling confused and shocked. The real issue though would be obtaining his lasso. He always has it near him.

♡— Well, the best idea is to probably await yet another friendly match. While Miss Nightingale never looked too pleased when finding out that the game didn’t proceed properly, but those matches definitely lifted up everyone, so she proceeds to not bat an eye too often.

♡— Another key issue is that you must be paired with Kevin if you actually want it to actually happen, which would it harder for you to focus during serious matches, knowing you’re in a team with the handsome cowboy you’ve been having the hots for lately. And Kevin quickly picked up on what’s going on after a while. You two certainly kept matching together more often than you usually should.

♡— That was the end of you, as he started to tease you more often. He’d run to you from the opposite corner of the map to decode the cipher machine together with you (which you’ve already decoded up to 80% by yourself, by the way). The shit eating grin he’d have while carrying you to safety from the hunter. Oh Lord.

♡— So when you two finally find yourself in a friendly match, you’re already overly ecstatic. Well, friendly… sort of. At least it began like this. The Joker must have felt very moody or mischievous today, as after playing with other survivors, he began terror shocking them, taking advantage of them letting their guards down. Thankfully, you were that one person doing the job and decoding all of the ciphers, meaning you were safe for now. Out of all chaired ones, ironically, Kevin was the closest one to you. You knew that if you decided to save someone else, you wouldn’t save them on time anyway. Well, here goes nothing…

♡— While you sneakily ran towards the cowboy’s chair location, you instantly spotted his lasso, laying abandoned in the tall grass, which gave you an amazing idea. Meanwhile, Kevin had no idea that you were near, assuming you ran after the dungeon. That’s when he felt something tightly wrapping around him. His own lasso. You lassoed Kevin near you and delivered the cheesiest pick-up line known to mankind after rescuing him. He’s never going to let it go now.

♡— When you two went through the exit gate, Kevin stopped you by holding your hand and smirked widely, saying that if you’re so eager to learn his ways, he may give you private lasso using classes. It’s hard to tell if it was you or him who felt more embarrassed that day.

♡— The next day, you’d hear a knock on your door. After opening them, you saw no one, however after looking down, you noticed nothing else but Kevin’s lasso. Looks like he has some spare ones after all. This would lead to a small teasing war between you, much to everyone else’s horror. He would lasso you in the most unexpected time, making you yelp, and you’d lasso the thing he is holding out of his hands.

♡— This would go on for a little over a week, until one day you felt too confident over the control of your new lasso. It was already dark - only the moon and the wax candles were bringing light into the big dining room. Kevin was talking with Jose, with whom he got along well with. When the officer left, you decided it’s the right time to take the cowboy by surprise. You prepared the lasso, aiming at him precisely, but suddenly at the same time while you striked, something loud could be heard from the corridor. Later on, it turned out someone just accidentally shattered their plate on the floor, but currently, you got so shocked you accidentally lassoed yourself.

♡— Funny thing is, Kevin knew you were there, he just acted like he didn’t, therefore he wasn’t startled at all. So when you finally revealed yourself unwillingly, he showed you that smile you hated and loved so much at the same time and kneeled next to you, almost paralyzed from the embarrassment you felt.

♡— „Well, does it mean the good ol’ cowboy won our little lasso war, honey?”

♡— That’s how you shortly after found yourself in his arms, except he decided to take revenge for your attack on him, jokingly wrapping the lasso around your waist along your hands, meaning you could only ineffectively kick your legs at his stomach. After that, he didn’t utter a single word, carrying you all tied up to his room.

[lixielovess]

"and i still dont care, i only care about you and how you feel. if it meant that I'd have to kill everyone in the world except for you and then myself just to prove that i love you, then I'll do so."

hyunjin x fem!chubby!reader

warnings: reader is insecure about her body, implied ED, swearing

genre: angst, fluff

hyunjin was a childhood friend of yours, you always hung out with him and you enjoyed being around him. but you were always considered the 'ugly' friend by your other friends, sometimes your family and you yourself agreed sometimes.. ofcourse he never did, he thought you were absolutely beautiful, tough he never said it.

when you were in junior high school, you could never be friends with anyone without someone shipping you two, but with you.. everyone always considered it as a joke. like you were a joke, people kept teasing hyunjin about liking you and he always denied it, and you believed him. he was never harsh about it he was genuinely nice, he was always polite with it but it always seemed to hurt you. you loved him, and deep down he knew he liked you aswell.

he was the handsome popular guy and you were just another one of his fangirls who just happened to be one of his friends. though you did have girl friends alot of girls seemed to hate you because you were friends with hyunjin, saying that you only hung out with him to distract yourself from how fugly you actually are. and honestly you thought the same, it was to the point you starved yourself and had to go to the hospital because you didn't eat the normal amount of food a healthy person should eat for about a month, but despite not eating almost anything at all you still looked like that.

and suddenly when you were in highschool in senior year when in the schools garden, he stood infront of you, bouquet in hand looking straight into your eyes "y/n y/l/n i-... i loved you.. i always have.. so please-" you cut him off. "is this some sort of joke..?" he froze up, confused, time seemed to stop as he just stared at you completely confused "what?"

"did one of your friends force you to do this? did you lose a bet? do you think its funny 'confessing' to the ugly chubby girl?" you we're used to it, guys confessing to you, going out with you because it was a dare or a jokey joke. but its happened to you over and over again for too many times to the point where you couldn't tell the difference between that and the real thing... and when someone actually had feelings, that someone being hyunjin, you turned him down because you didn't trust anyone that said they liked you, either way if it was true or not.

"Y/n-" "save it." angry tears welled up in your eyes as he just stared at you in disbelief "listen! please- im not joking! i genuinely do-" you grit your teeth, holding in your tears as you try not to break down sobbing "i thought you were my friend, hyunjin."

"i am! and i want us to be more than that-"

"Liar! you don't like me, i know you don't. you denied it since we were 10 and even until now you still do. feelings don't change overnight. i cant believe i thought you were my friend, never talk to me again you piece of shit" you ran off into somewhere, you dont know where you just walked. a few hours later you somehow arrived home, you waltzed into your room and just locked yourself in there.

days go by and you return to school completely ignoring him, everytime he came to talk to you, you just brushed him off like he was nothing.

your friends still hung out with him, and they brought you along when they hung out with him, but what else could you do? not hang out with your friends who've known you for years..? no. eventually you forgave him and tolerated him, and started hanging out with eachother more and more.

it wasn't until recently when you guys were alone, he took your hand and looked straight into your eyes when he confessed, again. "i.. i just wanted you to know that it wasnt a joke, i genuinely did love you back then and i didn't care about how you looked you were absolutely beautiful regardless. and i still dont care, i only care about you and how you feel. if it meant that I'd have to kill everyone in the world except for you and then myself just to prove that i love you, then I'll do so."

[otomiyaa]

Remissio

Victor x Yuuri

Collab with @ticklygiggles

A/N: This was our first ever collab! So old... Can't believe it would've been lost if @wertzunge didn't save it^^

Summary: Reupload from 20 Nov. 2016 - Victor still seems to be feeling guilty about the way he treated Yuuri. He had hurt him and made him cry after all. However, when Yuuri finds out Victor can be cheered up with tickles he doesn’t give his coach a break- not considering he’ll suffer from the consequences too! (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 2.1K

“Aah, finally back!” Yuuri sighed, and he plopped down onto his bed. He and Victor just returned to their twin bedroom at the hotel after celebrating his success at the free skate with a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, together with some of the other skaters.

“Yeah. Rest well, Yuuri,” Victor said with a smile, and he stretched himself onto his own bed. Yuuri watched his coach stare at the ceiling.

He thought Victor had been remarkably quiet during their drinking time with the others, but having linked it to his embarrassment of their intimate interaction in front of the whole world to see, he had thought the usual cheerful Victor would be back to his old self again if it was just the two of them. He was wrong.

“Victor?” he asked, facing Victor as he repositioned himself in a sitting position with his legs dangling off the edge of his bed. Victor hummed with a soft smile, letting Yuuri know he was listening to him, even though his eyes kept glued to the ceiling.

“Is something bothering you?” Victor didn’t answer, but the tiny smile faded as soon as Yuuri’s words reached his ears. Yuuri noticed and he couldn’t stop his mind to start overthinking about it.

Did he do something to make Victor upset? He did an amazing routine, Victor said so and they kissed, after all… Yuuri blushed at the memory but shook his head, trying to think about something else… Oh my God, maybe Victor was angry because he touched his head?

God, what if he was actually regretting kissing him? Yuuri knew he was very shy and awkward and he didn’t exactly kiss him back, but was that enough to make Victor this worried? No, it was probably something else… but what could- oh.

“Victor?” When Yuuri looked over at Victor again, he found his back facing him. Victor hummed again. Yuuri felt his cheeks heating up again as he slowly made his way towards Victor’s bed.

He wasn’t sure if he saw Victor jolting a little or if it was the movement of the bed when he took a seat at the edge.

“Victor, are you still thinking about what happened in the parking lot?” This time he did notice the way Victor flinched at his words and he did see how the tip of his ears turned a bit a red. So, that was it.

“You know I forgave you, right?” Yuuri sighed when Victor didn’t say anything back, and he fondly placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. When Victor - the usually affectionate and goofy Victor - didn’t react to the touch, Yuuri squeezed a little to make his touch of comfort a bit more firm.

“Victor, I forgave you. Please don’t worry about it,” Yuuri tried again, but Victor sighed and turned his head a little, eyeing Yuuri for a short moment before he turned away again.

“Of course I worry, Yuuri. I hurt you, I should’ve never done that…” An uncomfortable knot was forming in Yuuri’s stomach at the sound of Victor’s sad voice.

He wasn’t used to seeing him like this… what should he do? First thought was to poke his adorable thin hairline again, but Victor’s head was too much out of reach. Realizing this as he reached out his hand, he lowered it again, right onto Victor’s side and he poked him to get his attention.

However, it was anything but a snort he expected to be Victor’s reaction, and he watched in surprise how the young man jolted, his entire body tensing up and one arm squeezing against his side.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked in confusion, and he tried to wriggle his hand free which was now pressed between Victor’s arm and side.

His wiggly hand, though, made Victor flinch again, his arm pressing against his side even more and he curled on his stomach. Yuuri frowned at Victor’s strange behavior, but when he looked at the side of his face and saw the corners of Victor’s mouth trembling and trying to hide a smile, he couldn’t stop his own mouth to morph into a slight smirk.

“Victor, what’s wrong? I need my hand back,” he teased, adjusting his hand so he could give a proper squeeze at the curve of Victor’s waist, he chuckled when Victor barked out a laugh.

“Y-Yuuri!” Victor gasped and uncurled, trying to push Yuuri’s hand away, leaving his whole side and armpit unprotected.

Yuuri saw his chance and quickly reached up with his other hand, successfully wiggling his fingers under Victor’s arm, his other hand reaching down towards Victor’s hip. His coach arched his back, laughing loudly and clearly and cutely. Yuuri felt his cheeks blushing just one more time. 

His smirk changed into a fond smile as he watched Victor’s big wide smile, his elegant nose scrunching up at the sensations and his eyes squeezed shut. His slender body squirming ungracefully around the bed, trying to push Yuuri’s hands away. “Y-Yuhuhuuri!” his laughter brought Yuuri back from his stupor.

“W-Wahahait!” Yuuri chuckled, but he didn’t stop one bit. “What’s wrong? Can’t hear you,” he teased, and he playfully ran his fingers down Victor’s squirming body, wiggling them all over his sides and stomach.

“It ti-tihickles! Y-Yuhuuri stop!” Victor chirped through his laughter, and by now the fond smile on Yuuri’s face was really tugging at the corners of his lips so much it was almost starting to hurt. Seeing Victor laugh like this, especially after his dark mood just now, it was seriously the best thing ever.

Getting lost in the beauty of Victor’s laughter and cute reactions, Yuuri was too slow to react when his hysterical coach managed to finally catch one of his arms. Yuuri gasped when Victor tugged, and he toppled forward. For a moment his world was turning, and the next moment he was gazing up at Victor’s blushy face as he was pinned down by the taller man.

“V-Victor!” Yuuri brought out, blushing at the sight of Victor’s messy hair and his red face. Victor panted and held Yuuri’s arms firmly, pinning him down onto the mattress. His head sinking a little in Victor’s pillow, Yuuri nervously squirmed, now realizing he had just tickled the Victor Nikiforov without showing mercy…

He most likely wasn’t going to get away with this, he thought as he put up his most innocent smile.

“W-Wahait,” Yuuri giggled in anticipation, squirming and squeaking when Victor took a seat on his hips, straddling him.

“Y-You were sulking around! So, I was trying to make you feel bet- nohoho!” Yuuri jumped, pulling at his arms which were gathered in one of Victor’s hand, the other skillfully wiggling around his tummy.

“Viktohohor!”

“I’m sure you’re better with words than me, Yuuri. You didn’t have to use such a torturous way to make me feel better.”

Yuuri shook his head, giggling like crazy, his glasses falling off the bridge of his nose.

“You lohohohoved it!” Yuuri had his eyes closed, so he didn’t get to see the blush spreading on Victor’s cheeks at that very true fact. It was nice to loosen up every now and then, especially now that he was feeling really bad about how he made Yuuri feel.

He knew that Yuuri had forgiven him already, but he still felt the guilty tug in his gut whenever he looked at his little apprentice.

“Ack! No nohohot thehehere!” Victor chuckled when Yuuri bucked his hips, almost throwing him out of the bed.

He pressed his knees on Yuuri’s waist as he continued to prod and squeeze each bone on Yuuri’s ribcage, sending him into a frenzy of hysterical laughter.

“I think you’re way more ticklish than I am, Yuuri, don’t you think?”

Yuuri cackled and with a very hard tug of his arms, he finally broke free from Victor’s grip, his hands flying towards his coach’s hips, drilling his thumbs into the bones. Victor shrieked, laughing loudly.

“N-No you don’t!” he giggled, his hands changing spots to tickle Yuuri’s tummy.

Yuuri was arching his back, giggling adorably and tickling Victor’s hips at the same time, his head digging into the soft pillow as he squirmed and writhed around with his back still arched in an attempt to escape Victor’s evil fingers.

“I wohohoon’t lose!” Yuuri laughed. He had his eyes squeezed shut and he aimlessly wiggled his fingers from Victor’s hips up towards his sides.

“Ehehe! Oh, y-yes you wihihill!” Victor bent forward and squealed, one arm shooting back to cover himself up and fight off Yuuri’s hand while he used his other hand to attack Yuuri’s tummy with renewed determination.

He forced his hand under Yuuri’s shirt, exploiting his now flat tummy hungrily with fingers wiggling and scratching like spider legs. Both of their bright laughter filled the hotel room, warm enough to wash away the remains of their earlier conflict.

“Aaahh!” Yuuri yelped and he retreated his attacking hand to try to cover himself up, but Victor was already wiggling one finger in his belly button, and it was very effective.

“Alright alright! Stop! P-Please Victor!” Yuuri finally laughed, both his arms wrapped around his stomach but unable to fend off Victor’s tickly fingers.

“Say you surrender,” Victor said, vibrating his finger on Yuuri’s navel, making him shriek with laughter.

“I suhuhurrender!” Yuuri weakly tried to apart Victor’s hand.

“Say you forgive me?” Victor’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for Yuuri to hear it. He nodded hysterically, his body shaking with silent laughter.

Victor stopped his playful assault and stared at Yuuri until he was giggling sporadically and twitching a little, his round cheeks flushed pink and his mouth still into a happy smile.

“I- I already told you I forgave you, Victor!” Yuuri pouted, tugging his shirt down to cover his slightly pink tummy.

“I know- I know you don’t want to leave, I really know it and I don’t want you to leave either.” Their faces resembled red Christmas lights. Yuuri squirmed nervously when Victor didn’t say anything, so he squeaked when Victor suddenly cupped his face and leaned closer to him.

He looked at those shiny blue eyes until they were too close that his own brown eyes crossed painfully. Victor’s lips were warm against his and they tasted sweet. Yuuri gasped when he felt a soft lick all over his lower lip, Victor pulled apart, pouting.

“Yuuri...” he whined. “I can’t kiss you if you keep your lips closed that tight!”

He poked Yuuri’s lips with his long finger. “Buuuut-” Yuuri whined back, embarrassed like crazy, but Victor hushed him by lightly pressing down his finger on his lips, smiling his attractive trademark-smile.

Attracted to his smile, Yuuri then wrapped his arms around Victor’s neck and pulled him down, inviting him in a long, deep and loving kiss. Together they kissed, cuddled, talked for the rest of the night. And, of course, resumed their tickle fight once they had both recovered from the other!

Epilogue (new)

Yuuri was enjoying his tea and looked out of the window of his shared appartment with Victor. Ah, living together... He couldn't get used to how happy it made him feel everyday.

"Yuuri~?" Victor entered and started to make his coffee.

"Vitya, good morning." Yuuri walked over and gave him a kiss, enjoying the scent of the coffee filling the room.

"Yuuri I had a funny dream. Do you remember our first tickle fight?"

Even though Yuuri didn't even take a sip from his tea, he choked and coughed, and he quickly put it down to be safe.

"O-our first tickle fight? Why do you ask?

"Well, do you remember? Do you remember who started it?"

Yuuri couldn't remember. It must've been so long ago. He and Victor had many many tickle fights throughout their whole relationship.

"I d-don't," Yuuri muttered. He backed away when Victor approached him with a predatory look on his face.

"I do remember. Especially after dreaming about it." Yuuri lost his balance and stumbled backwards, but luckily that was right where the couch was waiting for him, and he fell against it.

Victor closed him and and smirked playfully. "It was you, Yuuri. You started out first tickle fight. And while Yuuri would've asked him all the details of it, Victor was now busy with his apparent revenge on him.

"Vityahaha wahaha! It's in the pahahast!" Yuuri squealed, but Victor pinned him down on the couch and tickled him mercilessly, first thing in the morning while his coffee was getting cold in the kitchen.

Meanwhile, as he laughed and giggled, memories of their first tickle fight came back to Yuuri too. It was such a precious moment in their relationship, he wasn't allowed to ever forget it again.

[cautiouscrab2eletricboogaloo]

If you scroll back far enough you’ll see this account was mainly Umbrella Academy posting. I was OBSESSED with this show, especially when s3 came out despite the writing being objectively…iffy in some scenes. But I knew how GOOD the show could be, and hell, s3 WAS GOOD!

And then s4 happened.

And let’s just say

I’m disappointed :D

Spoilers for everything s4 here on out

Ok so watching this season was like being trapped in a burning building but you’re trying to rescue your things, but then you realize they’re also all on fire. I kept watching, thinking “oh, this is gonna lead to this” or “oh that’s a cool reference to that” and NOTHING HAPPENED???

Like in the beginning, with Alison. I thought for sure, everyone was just gonna not like her for a majority of the season, she does something really cool/saves them and then they go “ok, we aren’t gonna forgive you, because what you’ve done to all of us is not able to be forgiven, but we’re gonna try to be better and include each other in our lives”

Nope

They just forgave her off camera and she was just enjoying life with them

And so I’m like “ok, I can excuse that, besides there WAS a 6 year timeskip, maybe we’ll see something with th-“

Nope

Another thing, the sake bombs

My brother in christ Klaus THREW IT ON SOMEONE ELSE AND JUST??? THAT PERSON DIDNT GET HIS POWERS?? My partner legit turned to me and was like “oohhh he’s gonna get Klaus’ powers that’s gonna be so cool.”

But nope that guys never shown again!!

“Okay…” I say slightly nervous “but Klaus is objectively the fan favorite, they can’t fuck up his character”

But then they did. Now iirc, Vietnam wasn’t mentioned at all in s3, and if it was, it was minimum, but there were SO MANY INSTANCES TO BRING IT UP AND THEY JUST DIDNT??

And I tried to excuse it, but legit it was so obvious that they should’ve brought it up. Ignoring the fact Klaus GOT DAVES DOG TAGS BACK AND SAID/DID NOTHING BUT LOOK AT THEM?? you have the scene where everyone is shooting as each other and he’s hiding in the hallowed out part of a grave (which, idk, reminds me of TRENCHES??? Which I’m like 80% sure was used in the Vietnam war) and also, did NOTHING. He covered his ears and I’m sitting there, thinking “oh maybe a flashback”

Nope!

MY BROTHER IN CHRIST I CANT STOP EXCUSING IT, BUT I DO

Cuz when he got locked in the coffin, I’m thinking “oh perfect time to bring up the mausoleum-“

Nope

(Also the way the show tried to make it a joke that he was being used for sex to get money left such a bad taste in my mouth. Like we physically saw him get SA’d and just…it’s a joke??? Like already we had that gross SA of Luther in s3 does NO ONE UNDERSTAND HOW SENSITIVE OF A TOPIC THAT IS??)

Then, obvs there’s the fuckup with Five

At this point, I’m beaten and broken. I have a pounding headache, the dogs looking at me and my partner funny cuz we keep screaming and- HOLY FUCK FIVE IS KISSING LILA

Five, the physically-25-mentally-65 year old, whose ENTIRE CHARACTER MOTIVATION IS HIS FAMILY

Is kissing Lila, the 30 something WIFE OF HIS BROTHER

His brother. Who he saw DEAD IN A FUCKING APOCALYPSE.

I just ??? It’s so bad??? Why??? Did you think??? That was a good idea??? No one asked for that??

(+ there was no reason to include that arc, or the fact that Lila and Diego were unhappy in their marriage. Lila, maybe I can understand, but Diego had NO REASON. Get rid of those arcs, fucking nothing changes)

And I can talk about the bracelet inconsistency, or how they only made Luther a stripper for shock value, but this post is long enough so I’m just gonna mention one final grievance

The ending.

SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Now, I’ve enjoyed media where they permanently kill off the main characters. Like Magnus Archives (something I frequently would post here)

In the season five finale, they kill of Jon and Martin because it’s the only way to save their world. It makes sense, Jon is already the Pupil of the Ceaseless Watcher + for him and martin, it’s genuinely the only way they can have a decent ending

If they were to keep living, they’d doom the world to constantly be in the eyepocalypse. They address what could’ve been a plot hole by saying “no, living isn’t an option, as much as we want it to be.”

And it’s a satisfying ending! Ask any TMA fan, and they’ll agree that, while sad, it was a perfect ending. So when Umbrella Academy tried to do the same I was…confused? Because that truly WASNT THE ONLY OPTION??

The scene with all the Fives where they’re like “oh btw your family causes the apocalypse every time” I thought we all kinda new that by now….

But also it wasn’t. I am firm in my belief that what caused the apocalypse every time was

1) their powers

And 2) their REACTIONS to each other

S1, for example. Viktors powers inherently cause the apocalypse, but it’s the characters reaction TOWARDS VIKTOR (cough cough Luther) that REALLY seal the deal.

So, no diner Five, it wasn’t THE FAMILY, it was your POWERS. If y’all just…don’t use them and get some family therapy, you guys are FINE.

(Also my partner brought this up, but having a show that revolves around the trauma of the main cast ending with “killing yourself is the only option” is…definitely a choice!)

So yeah. This entire season was trash from start to finish. The songs were not good, the character arcs were not good, the story itself was not good. Everything done was either for shock value (ie making the astronaut a STRIPPER.), ruined characters in ways that didn’t make any narrative sense (Five kissing Lila), or were dragged on far too long (Diego and Luther in the CIA).

And I really don’t want to hate on it, because I love this show, but I really have nothing good to say. It was bad start to finish. Get me out of this burning building, ‘cause my stuffs already burnt.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

The ugly feeling of guilt clutched the ice cold heart of the former Dark Wizard Gellert Grindelwald. Being good was not just difficult but impossible for him.

Grindelwald was never good at being nice.

Being spoiled by his parents and being naturally intelligent, talented and handsome made him arrogant.

It was difficult to simmer down his inner fire.

He married his dream girl. A damn muggle. He was racist towards them. He considered them s burden on society. Waste of space, food, money and the list can go on and on.

Grindelwald first raped you out of hate. You were teasing him by your whispers and feathery touches. Like a damn ghost.

Never giving him inner peace. Somehow, he couldn't kill you. He just couldn't do it. His pride as a man was degraded and he blamed you. He raped other muggle women in the past to humiliate them. Not out of lust.

Grindelwald then tried to sleep with beautiful witches whether respected or even brothels. But, your lovely doll face would stop him.

Eventually, he kidnapped you to be his sex slave. After realizing he loved you. He begged for forgiveness and asked for marriage.

You wanted to leave but that was one thing Grindelwald couldn't give you. He would go insane without you.

So, you gave him conditions, you made him imprison his minions, stop his racist feelings, and use his intelligence to make both worlds a better place.

And therapy was one of them...

That's right.

Like a child, Grindelwald had to see a psychiatrist named Hannibal Lecter. He somewhat looked like him only much younger. Oh, well.

Brushing it off, he came back home early than usual. The oven had food inside and the non meat dishes were already placed on the table.

You must be in his room. Or should he say your new room you shared. Gellert smiled.

He took off his jacket and carried it with him. He opened the door quietly. You were applying makeup. The said man felt flattered but kept his stoic face.

You were dressing to impress him. Like him you were trying to make it work. Not the way he was expecting this relationship to start.

He regretted raping, kidnapping and then raping you again. You forgave him.

Name figured you were just kind of fucked up in the head but good. A little weird. Maybe that can change.

Placing his jacket on the bed. Grindelwald hugged you from behind and cupped your breasts. He inhaled the crook of your neck and began to lick it.

"Are you mad at me?" He whispered.

You shook your head

"Don't lie." He made you stand up from your vanity desk seat and lead you to the bed. He pushed you down on it to lay down. He hovered over you.

"Look." He rolled his eyes and snickered like a child. "I am sorry." It was a mouthful. He hated apologizing due to his privileged life. A rich man from a European country and a wizard.

He didn't mind submitting to you. Thank Merlin you didn't make him apologize to his victims of abuse in the past when he was racist.

He rather cut his tongue off.

But, you were nice.

He teasingly trailed his fingers between your chest. "I am sorry for yelling at you in the morning."

It was almost a month of marrying him. You would call him Grindelwald and never his first name. He ordered you but you would always forget. The first few times, he let it pass. Now, he got mad how you were so formal to him. He wants not only be called his first name but endearments. It was taking too damn long and so slow.

You almost cried in fear. He stopped hitting you but he still scared you. His vein almost popped on his forehead and he snarled like a beast.

The Wizard left without a word in anger.

"Let me make it up to you." He whispered against your lips huskily.

"But..." He smirked down at you teasing you. "I have three questions."

You blinked in surprise.

"Who is in charge?" He squeezed your right boob gently.

Your face turned red. "You... Gellert."

Uh oh. You saw the flame of desire ignite even more. Shit.

He will have sex now? Your dinner will burn!

You wanted him to fuck you after.

Should you tell him? But, he works all day in an office and you knew he was struggling trying to be kind.

With the way he goes to that creepy look alike psychiatrist. You should please him.

You ran your nails through his gray hair.

He groaned in pleasure and began to pant like a wild animal.

"Good. Who do you belong to?"

You gulped. His hands roaming your clothed curves. "I belong to you, Gellert."

He kissed your ear and began to gently nibble it like a mouse with his cheese.

"Question number three..." His fingers went under your skirt and rubbed your soaking underwear. Horny girl.

"Does Daddy know best?" He slyly grinned.

He was rubbing it in. You averted your eyes and blushed harder. You would hate how he assumed you would cheat and look at other men.

You thought he didn't care of you but was just possessive of property. Now, you realized he loves you.

You smiled. Grindelwald blinked in a pleasant surprise.

The ice was melting between those breasts of yours. You were slowly accepting him.

His efforts were not for nothing.

He felt childish joy inside his chest and libido rising. His dick pointing up and wet as fuck. Maybe you might conceive. He will not use magic to prevent a child this time.

You answered yes with his name followed.

Using magic to remove the dish from the oven and turning it off. The older man removed your panties without asking you to lift your hips. He doesn't need your help. So, he ripped that soaking wet fabric and tossed it to the side.

"yeah, he always does." He inserted his long white cock and started pounded you stupid. Your fucked up expression assured him he was doing his job right.

You could be a good prostitute. Luckily, he found you before you could discover your true calling career. He knew you would have endless number one fans and customers.

He is one lucky bastard.

This is a one shot for i-d-91

I know I have been favoring Miles Quaritch.

I am working on dark Desires. I know how to end it and the middle. I just don't know how to start it without causing confusion.

[vileviale]

A Breakdown of Aziraphale’s “I Forgive You” : Some Possible Explanations

What did the “I forgive you” mean? On first watch, it confused and angered me, but now that I’ve had some time to think about it and read other’s takes I think I have a good idea on what Aziraphale meant.

There are a few theories going around, and only a couple I’ve seen that I disagree with, such as Azi forgiving Crowley for being a demon. Sure, Azi wishes Crowley was an angel, but I don’t think that’s what he meant at that moment. Looking at his facial expressions, it’s obvious that he was feeling bitter instead of merciful. And that’s when we usually see Azi forgive others: when he’s hurt but still does his best to be angelic and retain his morals. That’s why I also don’t think Azi was saying “I love you” in that moment either; he does love Crowley, but again he was suppressing a lot of anger so his emotions don’t line up with that theorized thought. What I really think Azi was forgiving Crowley for is three things: turning down his offer to go to Heaven, tempting him with a kiss, and calling Azi an idiot. 

Aziraphale thought he had made the perfect plan: Crowley could get a second chance, they could be together without Heaven and Hell on their tails, and they could help fix the world. Which would be acceptable now! The show implies that Crowley got in trouble for making suggestions on what God should do, but if he was made into an archangel (maybe for the second time? But that’s another theory for another day), he could do basically whatever he wanted. Aziraphale doesn’t understand how toxic Heaven is like Crowley does. Crowley’s fallen from Heaven and he’s seen how the archangels treated Azi when they swapped bodies (remember the “shut your stupid mouth and die already”?). Crowley can’t go back. He will never be an angel. Azi hardly understands this because Crowley has kept him in the dark. Which is understandable, but as you can see has brought up a lot of issues.

Aziraphale is also afraid of being with Crowley but simultaneously wants it more than anything. There’s been this conflict inside of him for centuries between what Heaven wants and what he wants. Executing this plan would bring so much relief for Azi because their love would finally be acceptable in Heaven’s eyes. This would be the perfect happy ending. This is his love confession! What screams love more than “I want to be with you forever. I want to give you a second chance because I see the good in you, even if you don’t. I want everyone to see you as I do. I want you to smile again like you did all those years ago.”?

But that’s all thrown away when Crowley says no. And from Azi’s point of view, Crowley is unnecessarily double-downing on his hate for Heaven. Crowley would throw away their entire relationship just because he has some beef with them? Is he really being that petty and demonic? So, Azi forgives him for ending their relationship like this, because he thinks he has a better idea of what’s best for them. His forgiveness basically boils down to “Fuck, off, I’m right, how dare you leave me on my own.”

The second reason Aziraphale forgave Crowley is because he knew the kiss was a temptation. And, essentially, it was. Crowley at that point would do anything to get his angel to stay, and he knows how much Aziraphale loves earthly pleasures. Remember in season 1 where Crowley convinces Aziraphale to try to stop Armageddon by reminding him of all the things he loves about Earth? His books, tea, food, music, etc. And don’t forget that ox rib scene. If Aziraphale reacted like THAT to an ox rib, then how much more wild is he going to react to a kiss? So sure, Crowley knew what he was doing, but his intentions weren’t as malicious as Aziraphale thought they were. Crowley meant to say “I love you and I can’t bear to see you go. Fuck it if kissing you is what’s going to make you stay then I’ll do it, no matter how much vulnerability I show.” But from Azi’s perspective, Crowley is using his demonic tendencies to manipulate Aziraphale in this “gotcha, I know you can’t leave now” kind of way. So, Aziraphale feels betrayed- just like how Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss- and forgives Crowley for that too. Later on we can see how that kiss finally sets in when Azi touches his lips- but he still knows he has a duty to protect Earth and stick to his plan.

Finally, this point is pretty short, but Crowley called Aziraphale an idiot, and Azi forgave Crowley for that insult.

There is a lot to unpack in Azi’s forgiveness. There’s no guarantee Aziraphale meant any of these things when he forgave Crowley, but from what we can gather we can make some pretty strong assumptions on what he meant. Also, as a quick bonus, the “don’t bother” from Crowley means that he isn’t sorry for his feelings, because that’s what he thinks Aziraphale is saying: that he forgives Crowley for loving him. Also, Crowley thinks he’s unforgivable anyway, so Aziraphale shouldn’t bother with it.

Anyways, I know that was long, and I haven’t nearly said all I wanted to about The Final Fifteen in general, but that’s going to be it for today. If y’all like my takes then let me know and I’ll post some more breakdowns of Good Omens!