#and yet my mother is still out here crying that she needs more help and support and i’m TRYING

[try-again-bissh]

"Imagine Being Loved by Me" Pt 11

Smoke X Annie X OC Sinners Fic

Modern AU

I had a dream about this part, I fucking worked it over and over again trying to get the formatting right and in a way I liked lord. Anyway, there will be one more part and that's it I will save all the blubbering and emotions for the author's note of part 12.

Word count: 3704

Warning: Violence

Enjoy!

Day 14 of 16

Club Juke’s second anniversary celebration was well underway. The line outside wrapped around the block and then some. 

They had set up an outdoor event as well as festivities inside and there still wasn't room for everyone. 

Performances, plates for sale, music coming out the windows. The mood was joyful, and so beautiful. Cassidy was standing on the corner outside. She wasn't drunk yet but needed a moment to herself. It was her last few days in Clarksdale and things with Smoke and Annie had been hard. They fought again last night, she called this morning asking if he still wanted her to come to the celebration. He said yes, he wanted her there with him and Annie. 

They kept talking about the future, a future that they wanted her to be a part of. The number of times visiting New York has been brought up this week was ridiculous. She deflected as much as she could much to Smoke's ever growing frustration. 

It was his big night tonight, and Cassidy attempted to fade into the background and take everything in, but they wouldn't let her. Smoke had walked around the room an arm around Annie's waist and his fingers laced into Cassidy's introducing their to folks he knew. 

Like this was fine! Like having a wife and a… whatever the hell Cassidy was, was fine ! 

She took a deep breath, and rolled her head towards the night sky. The stars even in central Clarksdale were abundant and gorgeous. She just needed a moment, she didn't like feeling emotional all the time. Like she could cry at the drop of a hat. 

About 15 feet away from her stood an older black man. Probably around her mother's age, stocky build, broad chest and shoulder. He was poking at a flip phone trying to make a call. 

“Alvin!” Shouted a voice. And he spun around. Approaching him were two white people, a woman and a man both looking worse for wear. 

The man was wearing a white beater that was probably at one time white but now was a more brown grey color, much like his pants. It showed off his sunburnt chest and shoulder, the bright red skin looking like there was smoke coming off it. His greasy brown hair was plastered to the top of his head. 

He was with a woman, she was wearing a navy T-shirt that clearly wasn't hers, no bra and Capri pants. Her hair also unwashed, pulled into a messy bun. They both moved anxiously. Tweakers. 

The two men dapped each other up, and the woman waved to the black man - Alvin. She seemed like she couldn't stand still, shuffling her feet and giggling at nothing. 

Cassidy felt her lip curl involuntarily. And looked away from them. 

“So this is it huh. Woo wee that's some party.” the white man said. 

“Yeah, this my sons’ place. They opened a year ago today.” 

Cassidy's neck snapped and she stared back at the group. 

Sons?! This was Elijah and Elias' dad?! Coming up in here on some bullshit WITH crackheads?! 

Hell nah. 

The group turned and began making their way towards the entrance. They didn't make it more than 10 steps before Cassidy slid in front of them. 

They stumbled to a halt. “Evening folks, can I help y'all with something?” Every remaining ounce of politeness she had left in her body she sprinkled on her tone. 

The white dude recovered first. “Ah we heard tale of a party, this here-” he clapped Alvin on the shoulder. “Is my good buddy and his sons own this place” 

Her eyes looked back to Alivin. He nodded his head jerkingly. 

He was probably a handsome man at some point, Cassidy could see some of the twins in his features, but alcohol abuse and being in and out of jail took most of that away from him. 

She cocked her head in faux  confusion. “Father? I'm sorry gentlemen, the owner's father died years ago. I think you all have the wrong place.” 

“Died? Nah, my son Elijah own this place.” 

No mention of Elias, disgusting. 

Cassidy shook her head, she had one arm out at her side to keep the white crackhead from darting past her. She lifted her left hand. She had a gold band on her finger that she's used for shit like this before. 

She waggled her finger and all three of them looked like fish with bait. “I'm married to the owner and my husband's father passed years ago. Again I'm sorry you have the wrong place.” 

Alvin looked stunned. But the white dude wasn't shaken so easily. Like he could smell money and black people's joy coming out the windows, he wouldn't leave till he got in and sucked everything good out of the place. 

Cassidy subtlety widened her stance. There was absolutely NO fucking way she was letting these crackheads within 10 feet of the entrance let alone near Elijah and Elias. 

“Well, we gon head in and check. Ain't no harm. We got money and we wanna spend it with y'all.” 

She frowned and shook her head again. “Oh, I'm sorry Club Juke has a very strict dress code policy and you folks aren't dressed appropriately for it. Maybe some other night. As you can see the line is quite long already” 

“Excuse me, you work here or something?” The lady finally picked up, being still too much for her. 

“Yeah! I said we got money and you tryna turn us away.” 

“Yes I do” Cassidy lied again. “I'm Floor manager, you folks caught me on my smoke break. Now I understand, but we have policy for a reason. And unfortunately y'all gone have to go somewhere else tonight” 

Behind her she could hear folks on the line attention being drawn, both white had been raising their voices. Corey was bound to look over soon. She needed to get rid of them. 

“Remy let-” Alvin began. 

Remy - the white man- cut him off. He gestured a dirty long fingernailed hand at Alvin. He began shouting properly now. “This man is family! And he's trying to reunite with his sons and you saying he can't.” 

Cassidy felt her blood start to boil. Her body realized what was about to happen before her mind did. 

Remy reached out a hand and shoved her in the shoulder moving to get past her. She stumbled back and braced her right leg. She stuck her left hand out and grabbed his shoulder, halting him. Her right first balled up and she let it fly. Catching his right in the face. 

He spun like a ballerina and went down face first into the street. The lady crackhead screamed like acid had been thrown on her and both her and Alvin ran to check on him. 

It's on now. 

Cassidy rolled her shoulder back and waited for the next one to pop up. It was the woman. She came at her screaming swinging and open palm Cassidy stepped back smoothly and slapped her arm out of her way. She went stumbling and popped back up swinging the other. She was met with a firm back hand, one of Cassidy's big rings busting her lip. 

The commotion had caused everyone to abandon the line and run over to watch. Distantly she could hear Corey yelling for someone to get the twins. 

The woman stumbled back still screaming like she was dying and Alvin came at Cassidy. 

This wouldn't be so easy. This man had spent his life beating on his kids and definitely not making friends while popping in and out of jail. 

Cassidy raised both fists to protect her face and tucked her elbows in tight. He could probably take her but she was gonna make him try and try real hard. 

He swung his huge fist and she shuffled back. Out of his reach, he came right again and she had to eat that one to her ribs. He left his face open and she clocked him and darted back out of his reach. 

He stumbled. Old, big and slow. When he came at her again, she caught him with a left and he ate that. His head jerked back, he recovered quickly. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She grunted. Dickhead. 

She stomped her right foot directly on the inside of his knee, it buckled underneath him and he released her as he dropped. She shook her hair out her face and when she looked up past her crowd she could see Elijah, Annie, Pearline Elias, Sammie and Corey flying out the entrance of the juke. Alvin tried to grab for her still down on one knee, she two pieced him.

Left

Right 

And he went down hard. Stayed there. 

Her fist came right back up and she looked around herself. Rage boiled up outta her. Remy was coming to on the ground and she before she could move towards him, strong arms flew around her waist and pulled her back she couldn't see who but Pearline was at her side face worried pushing her locs back. 

As she was pulled from the fight she could feel all the emotions she was bottling explode and she started screaming abuse and the interlopers. 

“Fuck you think this is huh! 

You choose the wrong place and the wrong bitch!

Fuck outta here! 

Get up and get the fuck outta here with that shit!

Don't fucking touch me! Who the fuck you think I am? 

Putting your dirty ass hands on me! Fuck you, bitch!”

Over Pearline and Sammie's shoulder she could see Elijah and Annie standing near Alvin keeping him back. He was the only one off the floor yet. He shoved Elijah's shoulder trying to get around him  and Cassidy lost it. 

She began to struggle in earnest, her boots kicking up gravel. Her screams animal-like and guttural. 

“Elias lemme go!

Get off me! 

Don't you fucking touch him! 

Don't touch him, get ya fucking hand offa him! 

Annie don't let him touch him, don't let him! 

Let go of me!”

Alvin had gained his bearings, realized there was a crowd watching and his son hadn't come to help him he began shouting back.

“How the fuck you gone let that bitch attack me, I'm your father!”

“NO YOU FUCKING AINT” 

“You ain't never been a fucking father and you never will be bitch. Don't you fucking dare. 

You was never Nothing! Nothing but a fucking bad dream. Fuck you!

Don't you- don't fucking come around on no bullshit! 

You ain't nobody's father! Pulling up here like you got a fucking right. What have you ever done for dem?!

Get yo boy off the sidewalk and that raggedy ass bitch and get the fuck out! Don't you never come back here on no bullshit, you hear me?!

You think I'm done with you, they gon pick up da pieces of you in bag bitch try me!

Get the fuck outta here! They are everything, they did it and you could never and you will never bitch!” 

Cassidy didn't realize when she had started crying her screams were hoarse, rough pulled from somewhere deep inside of her. She felt like they weren't even her words like she was speaking from somewhere else. 

Elijah’s voice was cold and stern for the first time “Get gon before, I call the police.” 

At the mention of the feds the women popped up off the ground and grabbed Remy's arm, toting him up as she stumbled. 

“Leave now.” Elijah said. “All of y'all”

Alvin sucked his teeth and shoved past him. 

Causing Cassidy to lunge again in Elias arms. “Don't fucking touch him bitch, don't put ya hands on him”

They watched the three of them shuffle off and away. Corey and Slim kept the crowd back, getting folks back onto the line and out of the street. 

Cassidy breathing was erratic and when Annie and Elijah turned to her she broke into heaving sobs, covering her face with both hands.

They both rushed to her side. “You alright? Cmere lemme look at ya” 

She shook her head, not removing her hands from her face. She was sobbing uncontrollably. Her chest hitching, tears pouring out of her eyes. Elijah gently pried her hand away from her face and she looked up at him. 

“You okay? He didn't hurt you right?” She sobbed, looking him over. 

He shook his head and her breath hitched as she cried. His hand fluttering all over her, “I'm fine, lemme look at ya.” 

“I didn't want him to ruin everything. It's not fair.” 

Elias’ head was pressed against the back of her shoulder, he wasn't holding her back anymore just hugging on to her. 

Annie reached up and wiped away some of her tears, they kept pouring out. 

“I can't believe he showed up here.” Cassidy sobbed again. “Man, fuck him oh my God” 

She was sobbing hard again, and she covered her face with her hands. Before she knew it four pairs of arms were wrapped around her. She broke apart and was caught safely. 

“I'm drunk, I'm sorry.” She sobbed out her voice muffled by Elijah's chest. Pearline giggled and stroked her hair, hushing her. 

They shuffled Cassidy up into the office, most of the patrons aware that there was a fight cause drug addicts were trying to crash the party. The night went on and everyone was unphased.  

Cassidy was still hiccupping and sniffling as Elias patched up her hand in his and Elijah's office. He hadn't spoken. 

“Lias, you okay?” She croaked out. Her voice tore up from screaming earlier and sobbing for nearly 30 mins straight. 

Elias sighed sheepishly, “I've said it many times my brother is a lucky man” 

“Shut up” she muttered, sniffling. 

“I'm good.” He tried to smile but it didn't sit right. Looking up into Cassidy’s tear filled brown eyes, he didn't feel like hiding.

He paused. “He been calling me for about two weeks now. I ain't answer after the first time. He got my number from Uncle Jed. That's Sammie's daddy. He a preacher, so he's all about forgiveness and shit.”

She scoffed tearfully.“ Elijah said, your auntie always helped yall when your dad was on one? Where the fuck was Uncle Jed at?” 

Elias froze. His hand reaching into the first aid kit. He looked up at her. 

“Ion know, by the time he would try me and Elijah was already selling dope and shit. He ain't want all that around his kids” 

“Coward. All of em. Bunch a bitch ass niggas.” 

He giggled. "Okay Rocky, dont go looking for Uncle Jed now"

Cassie scoffed wetly, "I'm way more of a Creed girl."

If there was one thing that endeared Elias Moore it was people being angry on his behalf. He wasn't like his brother, his anger was fleeting and barely had feet. He got scared more than he got angry and that could make him fight. 

Her knuckles had split and her hands were clean and bandaged now. He stood from where he was kneeling. 

“My brother had always protected me. Now you protected him.” 

“And you,” she said. “I'll protect you.” 

His smile was so soft and so sweet it pierced right into her. Her eyes filled with tears again.  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. 

“Please ignore all of these emotions, I'm still kinda drunk.” 

He laughed into her shoulder “It's not that -” he pulled back to look at her

“It's cause you love me” He smirked.

She scoffed and shoved him outta her arms. He turned towards the door then over his shoulder,

“And my brother too.” 

“Get Out Now, goodbye Elias.” 

“And Annie, cause duh” He shrugged, like being in love with Annie was obvious and didnt need to be said.

“Elias, leave Now. Leave.” She shooed him forcefully. 

He opened the door and Elijah and Annie were on the other side. Elias and his twin made eye contact then pulled each other into a tight hug. “I’ll catch you later okay?” Elias nodded. 

They stepped in and revealed that Corey and Therese were not far behind them. 

“Elias, you alright? Cmere” Therese beckoned him into the hallway. And Corey took him by the arm and pulled him into the circle of their arms. 

Cassidy's eyebrows raised and she smiled tearfully. 

Elijah shut the door and made his way to her. She was seated on the big mahogany desk in the room. Annie took her hand that Elias had wrapped up and held it in her palms.

They were all quiet. Cassidy was still sniffling. 

“Ion know why I'm still crying. I'm sorry” 

“What you sorry fo? 

“This is such a huge night and it's ruined” tears flooded out of her eyes. “I got into a fucking brawl outside. I'm so embarrassed.” 

“Don't be sorry and don't be embarrassed.” Annie held her face in her palms and thumbed her tears away. 

“Ain't nothing ruined. And even if it was, it wouldn't be your fault. What you think this the first fight Club Juke has seen?” Elijah's expression was so warm and his eyes full of an expression she didn't want to give name to. 

“We’ll tell you about our opening night one day, that shit was crazy. This ain't a thing” 

Cassidy wiped her eye roughly with the back of her palms. She took a deep breath trying to compose herself. 

Annie wrapped her arms around her waist and rested her head on her shoulder and Elijah stepped between her legs. He cupped her cheek and they stared at one another. 

When Derek had stumbled into VIP shouting for Elijah, saying something was going on outside with Cassidy. Elijah felt his heart jump into his throat. He took off for the front entrance, and could hear that everyone was right behind him. When he got outside there was a huge crowd circling a fight. 

Pushing his way through he never in a million years expected to find Cassidy standing in the middle of three absolutely Laid Out people one of which being his father. 

“Elias get ha!” As he saw her dart towards the cracka that was laid out in the road. Elias caught Cassie around the waist and he didn't let go. 

Him holding Cassie back would also keep him away from their father. 

Elijah hadn't seen his father in years. He looked exactly how he expected him to. Like shit. Face big from alcohol abuse, hair not cut, beard ragged. The man stumbled to his feet and Elijah placed himself directly between him and everyone he cared about. 

When Alvin put his hand out to shove him, Cassidy lost her mind. Her voice raw, words cracking and splitting, as she screeched abuse at Alvin. It felt like she was a megaphone for his mind, speaking from deep inside of him where he couldn't always look. 

She screamed and she fought to get out of Elias arms and to him. When he shoved Alvin back away from them, she screamed begging Annie to protect him where she couldn't. He was fine. 

Elijah was actually doing great. Seeing his father wasn't nice but he was having a moment of absolute clarity. 

Cassie was in love with him.  

The louder her voice got. The more abuse she screeched, in between her words all he could think was 

Iloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveheriloveher  

Over and over again. 

When she screamed that he wasn't their father, that he had never been. She tore those words right from his lips. For a moment he was 10 again. Standing shielded and protected. He felt as tall as the sky and as small as a drop of rain. 

She screamed and screamed and his father was cowed. Not so big, never bad. Just a man, weak and aged. Never progressing, never growing or changing. 

As Cassie read him for filth there was a feeling like pity. And Elijah sent Alvin Moore on his way for the last time. 

He didn't even watch him walk away. He turned to the loves of his life. Annie at his side breathing heavily, and rubbing up and down his arms, he nodded to her and they both turned to look at Cassie. 

She met their gaze and burst into heavily violent sobs. They ran to her. 

Now he looked into her swollen beautiful brown eyes, still watery. Annie was wrapped around her and in the two of them he saw his whole future. And boy, did it look fucking bright. 

When Annie was 15 she asked her granny to help some boys from her class. The twins were notorious in school and greater Clarksdale. They Daddy was as mean as he was big and those boys weren't to be messed with. 

Smoke; she was told, took his pistol everywhere with him and Elias sold dope on the steps of his uncle's church. Bad news. 

To Annie, Smoke was the tall real real quiet one who did math in his head no matter how large the equation. And Elias smiled almost as often as he spoke, which was saying something and knew much more French than he let on, he liked old French poetry. 

Her Granny told her ain't no roots strong enough to break the bind Alvin had on them boys. She said Elijah and Elias would have to break it themselves. Annie lost some of her faith in hoodoo. Granny said he could pray and the ancestors would watch over them and protect them. 

So she did. And she patched them up at school and when Elijah showed up with his brother in tow she patched them up in her granny’s kitchen. 

It was there she fell in love. Elijah still didn't talk much, but he asked her lots of questions about herself. And he stared when she answered. Like he was committing every word to his memory. 

Standing here looking at him now. 20 years of love and pain and life between them. She watched as he fell in love again. She knew what he would say before he parted his lips. 

With his hand still cupping her cheek, he pressed his forehead to hers. 

“Cassie… I love you” he said simply. 

SO! I had so many feelings about Smoke being the only person we see enacting violence for most of the film. He is a protector figure, of his twin, of their reputation, of his community, of literally everyone. We know Annie protects him with all that she has but she been through enough too! I thought what if the threat was gone before both Annie and Smoke got there. What if they didn't have to deal with that shit at all. I also just wanted to live vicariously through fucking Knocking Remmick's bitch ass the fuck out oh my god wow. This one is also for the those of us who cry when really really really really really angry, I see you. To everyone with a shitty dads out there, this is for you. Fuck his ass and everything fucking thing he stands for. I am metaphorically knocking him out in public for you too! <3 <3 <3

[deathbxnny]

hey I need you SO BAD to do like an arcane reaction where they’re drunk and what they do/say while it and btw I love your writing

What Arcane characters are like when drunk. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

So this may have become a little too angsty for some of them, so uh... don't mind me-

Also, thank you so much! I'm glad you love my writing. It means a lot to me!<33

Content: Alcohol obviously, some potential heavy angst, Pit fighter Vi, established romantic relationships, some toxic behavior, this has been written by someone who has never drank a sip of alcohol in their life so I'm sorry if this is unrealistic, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not fully proofread))

》VI

Her being drunk wasn't unusual, and in fact, it has become the norm for her at this point. It was the only way for her to numb the agony she was going through every day, and there was no stopping the cycle she was in. If she wasn't drunk, then she was fighting. But even the line that was drawn between those two states she was constantly in was becoming blurry and unintelligible. Things were getting out of hand, and so was her aggression towards everything that moved, anything that cared for her.

But at least you were still here with her, trying your best to keep her together and intact when she refused to be.

She can be cruel and unfocused whilst drunk, often either yelling or punching things to express her frustrations, and yet she never dared hurt you. You were the only light she had left, and she'd be damned if she snuffed you out, too. But this doesn't mean that she can control her words at times. She says things she regrets all the time, insults that cut deep or accusations that made no sense were common. Yet you stayed, you always stayed.

A part of her knows you deserve better, but until Jinx showed up, she refused to wane off the bottle that kept her even partially functioning daily. In a different life, she'd put the bottle down, however, and just finally hug you instead.

》CAITLYN

She doesn't drink much, and when she does, it's in strict moderation. She has a reputation to keep up and can't let her sharp senses falter at any time, especially once she becomes the commander of Piltover. But when it's just the two of you attempting to relax after an impossibly stressful day, the alcohol helps her relax and become more open with her troubles. Her grief had manifested into an uncontrollable force she shyed away from every speaking on, but in drunken moments like these, she'll allow herself to find melancholy in your arms, her flushed face pressed into your shoulder as she did so.

She may cry or laugh of the worries of the day, maybe break down from the guilt and frustrations, let the anger quell over but only still hesitantly even with her judgment clouded. This is a very rare state to see her in after the loss of her mother, and she trusts you to keep this vulnerable part of her safe and sound in your heart behind locked lips.

With that said, knowing how emotional she can get whilst drunk, she tries avoiding drinking too much during functions in case things get too much out of hand. She'd rather not make a fool of herself infront of everyone after all.

》JINX

She doesn't typically drink. But the few times she does with you at her side, she somehow becomes extremely calm and lazy. She'll practically lay in the chair she was sitting in, eyes squinting at a far away point on the wall, whilst she seemingly contemplates life. Most would think that the alcohol would enable her crazy tendencies even more, but alas, it simply turns her mostly docile.

I say mostly, as she usually mentally comes up with the craziest plans instead, all of which are questionably more unethical than the last. She'll eventually lose herself in those thoughts and become either unresponsive or mutter the silliest, incomprehensible things known to man. And there is certainly no in-between.

With that said, she will probably eventually snap out of it and begin rapidly speaking about all these thoughts to you without a single care in the world. Drunk Jinx is somehow less miserable and yet absolutely doesn't like the feeling of it afterward. Sure, it makes her mind stop thinking about her issues and past, but it still feels wrong, hence why it's rare to see her drunk.

Her terrible hangovers alone also cause her to stay away from alcohol in general. It's definitely not worth that pain to her.

》EKKO

Another person who doesn't drink often at all, albeit out of his responsibility as a leader. He has to be a good role model for everyone and only drinks when the occasion calls for it, like a festival or get together with friends and you. That's when he lets loose a little and allows himself to drink more than he probably should, resulting in a very clingy and loving Ekko.

His alcohol tolerance is embarrassingly low, and he always tells himself that he should know better than to down so many glasses at once... yet it's hard to keep count after about 2 and a half of them. Or so he'd say after he sobers up in the morning, much to your amusement. During the time he's fully hammered, though, he'll always have a hand in you and slur his words rather heavily, whilst he practically near proclaims his love for you for everyone to hear. This often results in you having to slap a hand over his mouth before he embarrasses himself further... which is somehow he hates.

He gets teased by the others all the time for it and glares when they mock his loving tone of voice that he only uses when he's in that impaired state with you. This alone makes him abstain from even a singular drop of alcohol... until the next festival roles around and he forgets to keep count again.

But hey, maybe he'll remember next time because you sure as hell won't remind him.

》SEVIKA

She drinks at bars all the time with you, although it's rare to see her ever get completely drunk. She has an extremely high tolerance to alcohol and it shows when there is barely a difference in her behavior. The only thing that may indicate something influencing her would be a slight slur in her voice and her being unwilling to get up or move around much at all. She'll just want to relax and play poker in peace, even if it starts getting hard to see the cards after a while.

Another way to tell that she may be getting drunk is by her sudden overprotectiveness. Sure, it was always there and never left, despite you being able to handle yourself alone. But when she's drunk, anyone that looks at you for too long in a way she doesn't like will either be punched in the face or yelled at to keep it moving.

She also definitely always denys being drunk or even tipsy when you ask her. Whether out of pride or stubbornness, you'll never know, but she will never admit to it. It doesn't matter if she denies it whilst being unable to walk straight either.

[majinbangus]

continuing my big simon x single!mom reader bullshit :P

-> more here

There's a frantic knock on his door.

It's insistent. A peculiar sound to hear near the end of his day during the late evening. Visitors are a rare occurrence, and if he does get them, he usually knows they're coming.

The knocks persistent. Audacious. Bold. Demanding. He approaches the door, not overly concerned with who it may be, but with a healthy dose of caution. Knowing his history, he brings along a small glock.

When he unlocks the door and cracks it open- this complex doesn't have peepholes- his gaze drops down, and he moves to tuck his gun into the back of his jeans, widening the door.

It's your boy, his little name twin. Alone. Scared. On the verge of tears. Like another little boy he knew in another life. A boy he once was. He drops down to one knee, placing a hand on the lad's shoulder.

Little Simon is trembling. He scans the hallway behind his young visitor. Empty. Void of life except for this child in front of him, clearly seeking his help. A tiny storm about to break in this ostensibly lifeless building. The neighbors wouldn't even know it. Then, he cracks. A warning before the lightning strikes.

"S-Simon-"

He cuts the lad off before he can get anything else out. Before he breaks. "Where's your mum? What happened?"

The tears fall and your boy throws himself into his chest.

"Mama won't wake up!"

-

He carried you from the couch to your bed.

You're sick. Really sick, but Simon doesn't think you need to go to the hospital. Not yet. He places a hand on your forehead. Still hot.

He checked your temperature once he got you settled. Thirty-eight degrees. Simon's no medic, but he'll continue to monitor your status throughout the night. Make sure you don't overheat. Take you to the hospital if you need it. He can do that much. A simple mission compared to anything else he's faced.

There's a creak from your bedroom door, and he drops his hand from your forehead, looking up at the little prowler.

"Simon," he greets and the lad curls in on himself, hesitating before edging closer in the room, walking up to where Simon stands. He stares at you with eyes too haunted a kid his age should have.

"Will Mama be okay?"

His voice is hoarse and his eyes are red. A puffy mess from crying earlier. Simon doesn't shame the boy for it, and he won't lie about your condition, but...

"I'll make sure she is," he promises.

Your boy turns to him then, eyes suddenly sharp. Protective. A cub ready to fight for his incapacitated mother. The resemblance almost makes Simon pause. Makes him think back to when he wore a similar look a few times when he grew up, though your Simon wears the look a lot younger than he ever did. Is braver than he ever was as a child. His own words echo in his ears.

A good lad.

Your boy holds out his little finger, and Simon stares. His little name twin glares at Simon with something akin to judgement. A test. "Pinky promise?"

It's no question what he does next.

Simon reaches out and curls his own pinky around the lad's. "Pinky promise."

A smile breaks out on your boy's face.

Test passed.

-

It's 03:03 when you wake up.

Simon is ready and attentive. He's been taking a nap beside your bedside every other hour in a chair he brought from your kitchen table. Not the worst place he's ever slept and not the worst sleep he's ever had. He's certainly thankful you have cushions for your chairs.

You're groggy. Shivering a little, but Simon knows your fever has gone down slightly since he got here. He's been changing out the cool, wet towel on your forehead every time he woke up, keeping you elevated, making sure you can breathe.

You panic a little when you see him, scrambling to create some space between each other,

"What the-?!"

He turns on the lamp on your nightstand, holding up his hands in a non-threatening manner. "It's just me. Simon came and got me when you wouldn't wake up. I've been keeping an eye on you."

You stare at him, the aghast in your eyes still there, but slowly calming down as you get your bearings. "You're- you're-"

"Big Simon." He cracks a wry smirk, lowering his hands again, giving a lazy bow of his head. "At your service."

He doesn't hold back his snort when you squeak, adorably indignant for someone so sick. "You're not gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"'Course not," Simon drawls and it goes silent for a few seconds as you take him in, studying him with eyes that look just like your boy's did when he made him pinky promise, except your eyes hold a certain level of caution the lad should learn. You shift in your nest of blankets, adjusting them around your body when a particularly harsh shiver runs through you.

"Simon got you, you said?" You finally speak up, voice scratchy. Tired but guarded.

He nods. "Told me he tried to wake you up after that movie you were watching together."

"And you brought me here?"

"Made sure you didn't choke on your snot, too."

The offended squawk that escapes you is hilarious, as if you truly had a high opinion about your runny mucus. Maybe it's because you see Simon as a brute who has no room to talk. Maybe it's because you're embarrassed at being seen at a weak state.

You have no rebuttal, choosing to huff instead, looking down at the blankets covering you, sobering in contemplation. Simon waits for you to speak again.

"You really did that?" You eventually ask, voice quiet, not looking him in the eyes.

"Yes," he answers bluntly, and you look up, trying to get a read on him, but Simon gives you nothing, staring back with a blank look.

You break first, breathing out a slow, wheezy sigh. A yawn escapes you next as you sag onto your elevated pillows. "... Thank you, Simon. Not just for tonight, but also for last time. For being kind to him. Simon wouldn't shut up about you the whole time we were shopping."

He snorts. "Made quite the impression on him, did I?"

You give your own small noise of amusement. "Think it's because you share the same name."

"Like I told your lad before: it's a fine name, innit?"

You bark out a laugh, a few coughs slipping in here and there, but you nod your head. "It is. I wouldn't have named my son that if it wasn't."

A smug smirk stretches across his face, and you grin back, falling into a comfortable silence, staring at each other. The peace and quiet of the night settling in the air. A special kind of tranquility being shared between two people who are still practically strangers. It goes undisturbed until you yawn again, and Simon shifts, getting up to refresh your towel and grab water and the medicine your boy showed him where to find earlier.

He comes back and hands them to you. When you're finished taking the medicine, he offers, "I can leave right now if that would make you more comfortable, although I'd recommend you call someone to look after you if you don't think you need the hospital."

You take a slow slip of your water, keeping your face carefully blank. Thinking. Contemplating. Then, you place the water on your nightstand and shake your head. "No... um, stay. Please. I... you..."

You can't finish your sentence, breaking off with a tired exhale, but you don't need to. He understands.

"Sleep." Simon turns off the lamp and leans back into his chair, getting comfortable once more. "I'll watch over you tonight."

You say something back.

He almost misses it in the darkness of the room, but the words linger, permeating the air. He doesn't think the words are entirely for him. They almost sound like a secret. Like it was meant for someone else. Shared with him only because he happened to overhear.

It doesn't offend him. He wasn't the only one who helped you tonight.

Thank you, Simon.

[halcyon-writings]

can I get masked mark x reader the one who said he misses his mom instead going along with other variants he stayed fast-forward like he met debbie then he lives with them he's helping og mark then reader decided to visit the family which in his universe they were together but reader died and he's surprised that og mark and reader are not together but best friends only

Oh masked mark… a sad wet paper bag, that one

nav.

“Oh my god, there’s two of you?”

Mark nearly drops the cup he was drying, his movements pausing as he freezes in place. That voice… it couldn’t have been-

His mother, well, sort of, is his savior as she quickly moved across the kitchen to the living room, greeting you with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“You missed a bit,” Debbie says into your hair. And as you look between him and this universe’s Mark, he can hear you murmur a ‘clearly’ as you place your coat on the rack by the door. You leave your bag to lean against the wall.

His other self moves as well, and an ugly sense of envy bubbles beneath his ribcage. It makes his heart clench, as he expects to see you both embrace.

You both do, but that’s all you do.

That’s it…?

This universe’s Mark greets you with a friendly hug, as he exclaims you were back after a long trip across the country. Travel of course, being very limited considering the invasion of different Invincibles. (A part of him flushes at that, but Debbie, magic as she was, gives his arm an assuring squeeze.)

“I leave for a few months and now there’s two of you,” You say as you’re guided to sit at the kitchen island, a glass with ice given to you as you’re offered a drink from the fridge.

“Yeah… yeah,” Your Mark says lamely with a hand rubbing his neck. “Let’s just say Angstrom came back and decided to bring other versions of me with him.”

It’s a far cry from the entire story, but simple enough for you to accept with a nod and a hum.

“Well,” You say as you tap at the cup with a fingernail, “Nice to meet you other Mark?” The tone is a familiar one, one that even makes him crack somewhat of a smile.

As you and your Mark get into the technicalities of how you’re going to refer to each Mark, he begins to think.

He thinks of his world. He thinks of you.

You had the same crinkle in the corner of your eyes whenever you laughed at something. The same furrow of your brow as you took in the information that was being shared.

It was almost cruel of fate to dangle the exact mirror of your face in front of him. Especially since he had lost you.

You stay for a while, until the sun is just about to begin setting. You decline the invitation for dinner, but promise to come back another time. He offers to walk you to the door. (He doesn’t notice his other self and Mom share a look at how quickly he volunteers.)

“I hope you’re comfortable,” You say quietly, kindly, even if from the sounds of it, he could’ve been one of the Invincibles sent to destroy everything in his path.

“But if you need anything, Mark, well my Mark has my number, he can give it to you,” You add. Your jacket is slung over your shoulder, your hand grabbing your bag.

You wave to him as you get into your car, and slowly, he waves back. His heart thuds under his ribcage as he slowly goes back inside.

You were guarded, well, not that he could blame you for it. For as much as you trusted your version of him, he was still a stranger to you. As you nearly had called out to him as you would with your Mark before pausing, remembering yourself.

And it was a given you would look the same, but seeing the same crinkle of your nose or how you hid a smile behind your hand was something that Mark never expected to see again. His other self had questions, plenty of them. He had shared you both were friends, and it wasn’t exactly a lie, per se. It just wasn’t the full truth.

But how could he share such a thing like the fact that you two were almost married and yet here, you both were nothing more than good friends? He may have been all brawn but even Mark had some tact.

And as Mark sat on his bed in the new guest room (that he could recognize as once being Nolan’s office, if the boxes he only dared to peak in when his other self and Debbie weren’t around meant anything), he exhaled slowly and ran a hand down his face. You’d be coming around more, as you’d promised.

He was so screwed.

[the-thing-inside-your-closet]

Danny and Ellie are forced to flee Amity Park. And find themselves in Coast City.

I started writing this with the intention of only writing a short prompt, but then I just kept going until I felt like I’d written enough.

Danny gets caught up in yet another fight with Skulker, only this time it wasn’t because Skulker had come for Danny. No. He’d come for Ellie. And she was already weak from fleeing the GIW who had shot at her the moment she arrived in Amity Park.

Whether Skulker is after Ellie for Vlad, or because he wants her pelt can be up to you.

Either way, he manages to beat Skulker and captures him in the thermos. Just as he lets out a long sigh of relief he hears the sound of an ecto-gun being fired and then his side is burning and he’s falling. He’s falling too fast and it hurts and he can’t stop-

Danny guys the ground hard. His head is spinning, his skin feels like it’s burning, and he can hear the stomping of feet as someone runs towards him.

He needs to get up. He needs to get away. Find Ellie and make sure she’s safe. He’s needs to MOVE- but he can’t. Black spots for his vision as he manages to stand up and his eyes meet the end of his mother’s gun.

Before anyone can speak, he’s falling again, handing face first in the dirt. And the familiar feeling of de-transforming washes over him.

The last thing he hears before loosing consciousness is the grief stricken sound of his parent’s voice as three voices shout in unison.

“OH MY GOD DANNY!”

“DANNY ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“NO, GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

When Danny wakes up again, he’s in his room, the curtains are drawn but he can see the sliver of sunlight pouring in through the gap underneath. He notes that his body aches, but not as much as usual after a fight like that. And there’s a warmth enveloping his hand. It’s soothing, and he almost considers going back to sleep when he notices that there’s a ghost in the room. And all too fast he’s sitting up and staring into the exhausted, red, puffy eyes of his mother looking back at him from where she’s sitting holding his hand in hers.

Just behind her he sees Ellie floating just above the ground talking quietly with his dad.

“Danny,” his mother’s voice draws his attention along with Jack and Ellie’s. “How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you in any pain?”

He didn’t notice when she’d helped him to lay back down again. “Do you need anything? Ellie here was just telling us about how regular pain medication doesn’t work as well for the two of you. But I’m sure we could find something for you that might-”

“Mom,” Danny rasps. Man his throat was dry.

As if reading him mind Ellie appears by his mother’s side holding out a glass of water with a straw in it. Maddie helps Danny to sit up a little more so he can drink.

“Mom,” he tries again, sounding better this time, “I’m okay. I promise. It’s not that bad!” He starts to lie as the panic sets in. He de-transformed in front of them. He knows he did. And the fear shows on his face, it must, because before he can even begin trying to think up an excuse his mother is crying.

“Oh Danny, it’s okay. We know. And we’re not angry at you. We love you. So much.”

And Danny’s heart swells at hearing it. “You don’t hate me for being Phantom?” He asks quietly.

“No! We could never hate you Dann-o!” His dad’s cheery tone doesn’t disguise the sadness and guilt etched into his face. “We’re just…so sorry that we never noticed before. And that we…” he can’t finish his sentence but he doesn’t need to. Danny already knows what he’s apologise for.

“I’m okay. I promise. I heal fast!” Danny tied to reassure them.

It seems to help a little, though his parents still have a grim look in their eyes. As they make connections in just how Danny would know that about himself.

And Ellie, with perfect timing to cut the tension, announces happily, “Danny! Good news! Your parents said I could stay with you!”

Ellie had told his parents while Danny was unconscious about being his clone. She saw how they fretted over Danny, cleaning and dressing his injuries with the love and care she only imagined from a parent that truly loves you. And they had accepted her almost right away. Jack even crying as he proudly declared himself a father of three.

Jack soon excused himself, saying he’ll go see if Jazz needs any help with cooking lunch. Danny and his mother share a look, and with a final kiss to his head says she’ll go make sure nothing gets brought back to life. And she asks Ellie to please make sure Danny stays in bed and rests.

Danny and Ellie are left alone in his room, and it gives Danny the chance to really revel in everything. His parents accept him. They love him, both sides of him. And they accepted Ellie too! And said she can stay! She doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

Now, a lot can happen in the span of a few seconds, let alone minutes. In the time it took for Maddie to reach the kitchen, their front door was kicked down and a group of GIW agents had stormed in demanding they hand over the ectoplasmic scum they were harbouring.

Jack and Maddie drew their weapons and planted themselves directly in front of the GIW agents. The agents state that a ghost shield was put up around the house to prevent any ghosts from escaping, and by law any ghosts within the premises were ti be handed over for destruction immediately. Jazz runs upstairs to Danny’s room to warn them that the GIW were inside the house and that they needed to run. They need to get to the portal NOW.

With all the authority of an older sister Jazz tells Ellie to grab the go bag Danny had insisted on having prepared, and picks Danny up despite his protests that he could walk. Or well, fly. Ellie turns them all invisible and intangible and takes them down to the lab.

They can hear the sound of shouting, and something breaking and a gun being fired all coming from upstairs as Jazz opens the portal for Danny and Ellie.

Another shot rings out. And then another, and more shouting.

“Quickly you two need to go!”

Another shot.

“Aren’t you coming with us?” Danny, now Phantom, asks suddenly as he and Ellie are preparing to enter the Ghost Zone.

Two more shots.

“Someone needs to be here to deactivate the portal in case the guys in white make it down here. I’ll be fine. Mom and dad will be okay, they’re not here for us so you two need to go. Now!” There’s banging on the lab’s door and Jazz shoves both Danny and Ellie into the portal. The last thing Danny hears before the portal closes behind them is another shot being fired.

Danny is scared and angry as he and Ellie are forced to fly through the zone with no currently known way to get back to his family. He needs to make sure they’re okay. He needs to protect them.

But right now Danny is still hurt, and he needs to get himself and Ellie somewhere safe. They begin to slowly make their way through the zone, looking for somewhere to rest and avoiding any ghosts that might want to pick a fight.

Ellie isn’t sure how long she and Danny have been moving for. It feels like it could have been days, or hours, or even minutes. But Danny can’t fly as quickly right now. He’s trying to keep a brave face for Ellie’s sake but she can see the exhaustion beginning to take hold of him.

So Ellie makes the executive decision to touch down somewhere to rest. She tells Danny she’s tired. Danny knows she isn’t and it’s only because she’s worried and wants him to rest. So he goes along with it and they make their way to the next floating island they come across and thank the ancients it’s empty. The two halfas touch down and Danny slumps over as he sits against a nearby rock. Ellie pulls out some energy bars that were tucked away in the go bag and hands one over to Danny.

They do this a few times, stopping to rest, as they gradually make their way to the Far Frozen. Ellie had insisted on going there, Frostbite would know what to do, and he would be able to help Danny with his injuries that had started bleeding again in all the commotion of escaping, and then flying and hiding from ghosts known to attack Danny regularly.

But unfortunately luck is not on their side yet again as a natural portal rips open directly in front of them, and closes behind them after spitting them out in a city they didn’t recognise.

That’s how Danny and Ellie find themselves in Coast City, hiding out in an old warehouse by the docs while Danny heals and they figure out how they’re going to get back home.

That is, until now.

Danny stares up at his little sister and sighs with the resigned tone of an exasperated older sibling.

“Ellie,” he takes a breath, “what did you do?”

“I’m my defence,” Ellie glares up at Green Lantern, who has Ellie scruffed by the back of her hoodie, before looking back at Danny, “I simply do not vibe with the law.”

[yandere-sins]

What about darling who wants a baby with yan!nurse and yan! doctor 😍😍

Oh! How sweet of you to remember these two menaces! It's been a hot minute since we talked about them :D Thank you for requesting my two crazy medical staff!

Extra Warnings for Sexual Content, Abuse of Power, Medical Mistreatment/Malpractice, Pregnancy Topics, General Misconduct of medical professionals

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❥ You are just such a ray of sunshine as you come into the office where the two of them are waiting for you, they immediately fall head over heels for you. Doctor is eagerly listening as you talk about your plan to get pregnant soon and how you want to make sure everything is fine with your body to take on the mother role. Meanwhile, Nurse is rubbing his back up and down, subtly conveying her desire to have you. They only need to share one glance to know that a baby sounds absolutely incredible, and here you are, so willing to participate in this relationship they are already planning with you.

❥ The pieces fall so perfectly in place, and the two are more than willing to give you all the blood tests and check-ups you want, plus some extra that are more in their interest than yours. After all, they want to ensure their lovely little mommy is healthy and ready to start a family with them! Having two professionals so invested and caring for you is really heart-warming, Nurse holding your hand every time you are uncomfortable and telling you how well you are doing, while Doc checks on you constantly while you are waiting for your test results, soothing your anxiety and even waiving additional costs so you can get all the tests. Before you leave, the two hand you a big bag full of the expensive medicine for preparation that they stole from the clinic's infirmary, together with handwritten notes and some recipes that should help... to not conceive a child.

❥ You might be touched by how much they are helping, but you are wrong to think they'd do it so you can get pregnant with just anyone. Definitely not! All their work is just so you feel comfortable enough to come back and ask for more tests (that they'll gladly make, especially the physical exams) because you seem unable to conceive no matter how hard you try. From the very first check-up, Doctor has been sowing a seed of doubt in you that it might be difficult. After all, there is a little something there that looks a bit suspicious. But no big deal, right? No worries, you will be fine! Try some more, and you'll be pregnant in no time. Once again, they send you off with more switched boxes of medicine and absolutely no chance of getting pregnant. At the same time, the two of them go shopping every day after their shift to buy stuff and prepare your and the little one's new room in their home. Babyproofing takes a lot of time, they'd know!

❥ Still, it breaks their heart when you return without success, crying your pretty eyes out. They don't want to make you sad, they really don't! And yet, Nurse can't hold back from smiling ear to ear as she comforts you, hugging and telling you everything will be okay, Doc patting your back as they grin at each other, satisfied that their plan is working out. You, of course, are still so well-mannered and sweet, apologizing over and over for your outburst, not knowing that it turned them on how well things are going and that Nurse now has to change out of the tear-soaked clothes quickly, keeping them to smell and fantasize about while they have a quicky in the breakroom. All while Doctor gives you a bonbon, telling you it'll help you lighten up. You pop it in, of course, trusting him even though he laced it with drugs that will make you a bit woozy but much more receptive to the methods he is going to suggest to make you pregnant.

❥ You tell him you're not feeling so good, but he simply continues to talk to you about inseminating you directly, much like all the alternative impregnation treatments you have heard about before. It sounds like he means with medical equipment but Nurse is grinning madly at the idea of getting to prepare you for the session with her tongue and fingers, knowing fully well there is only one tool Doc is going to use. They inform you about doing it regularly to have the best chances, and that they'll graciously waive the fees if only you sign this document, they have already prepared so that they can proceed with making the appointments. Clearly, you are not in your right mind, but it doesn't really matter to them, as you can't even read the contract you sign and how you practically bound yourself to the two you trusted completely.

❥ This time, they drive you home personally, making sure you are getting home safely. Nurse sits with you in the backseat, massaging your thighs, groping your body and indulging in the adorable sensitivity you have while being drowsy from the drugs. They get you into your bed, tugging you in, groping and touching you some more, each leaving you with a kiss and an alarm set for the next day. Doc makes sure you have all the appointment times with reminders in your phone, as well as checking out your pictures and messages while Nurse fills up your daily pills with more contraceptives. Then, the two of them really get to work, checking out your home and how you live so they can make their own home even more comfortable for you, taking pictures of everything, and ordering food to check out your watch list on TV. By the time they finally leave, they are riled up and excited for the new life that awaits you three; Doc and Nurse getting it on in the car before driving home for another round of "preparations" so they can make sure Doctor helps you get pregnant the next day.

❥ You wake up groggy and disorientated to the alarm set on your phone. There's some food in the fridge and a sweet note from Nurse explaining how they helped you home and telling you not to forget your appointment that day. Of course, you panic a little, not remembering anything after eating the bonbon. Still, in the hectic of getting ready and telling your partner to come to the clinic with you, you don't immediately feel suspicious about the circumstances of your blackout. There's no way you can be suspicious of the two kind medical professionals who greet you gushily, asking if you are okay and how you are feeling after exhausting yourself the day before. They are a little... colder to your partner, but hey! They usher you two into separate rooms so they can have the procedure done, and you are never alone in the process for even a moment, getting all the reassurance and excitement you need.

❥ It takes a while for your partner to do their part, but the two chat with you, explaining what they are doing and that everything is completely normal and professional, so you don't have to worry at all. You don't know that the water-downed version of sperm that Doctor produces isn't the one from your partner (that one is already in the trash and thrown out for good), but his own. It's not supposed to work immediately, so they lowered the chances of you getting pregnant right away. However, if it is meant to be, then so be it. You're not exactly prepared down there, so Doc makes an elaborate spiel of using his gloved fingers to open and adjust you so he can work efficiently. Shamefully, you feel the heat in your cheeks as he keeps massaging your sweet spot, making you wet despite all of this being strictly "professional". But in the end, it is done, and the two tell you how well you did before sending you home with the advice not to wear yourself out and come back for the check-up in a bit.

❥ They wave after you, only to start licking and enjoying your taste on Doc's fingers the second the door closes. Everything about you is so perfect, and they can't wait to see you round and glowing with the baby you three will raise. Nurse is begging Doc not to take too long, wishing for her darling and the baby to come home as soon as possible, but he tells her to be patient and that they need to enjoy the process as much as possible as he adjusts himself, barely able to hold back either. This kind of play happens twice more, although it breaks their heart to see you disappointed that it didn't work again. Each time, they make sure to reassure you and end up leaving you more restless and horny, especially since you're not allowed to have sex with your partner so the seed can "take root". But on the fourth time, finally, Doctor sighs after ordering some tests, telling you it seems like you hit a bump in the road and the "issue" he saw a few appointments before has now gotten more in the way than he thought.

❥ You are completely heartbroken hearing that you might not be able to get pregnant, not knowing better. Once again, it's Nurse who holds and comforts you, telling you everything will be okay as she looks at Doc and asks if they could try that. At this point, they've manipulated you enough to perk up despite your sobs, looking back and forth between the two. Doctor seems hesitant, weighing the options as you ask what they mean. What else is there that you could try? They know you are desperate—they made you this way—and they play the role so well of "I don't know if it's advisable" and "You'd need to be under pretty heavy anesthetic to endure it" but they never explain more about this apparent procedure. Not until you practically beg for them to do it. To help you no matter what and that you want that baby so much, you'd do everything. That's when they know they've won, and having you almost on your knees, looking up at them as if they're your saviors, only confirms the feelings they have for you.

❥ You're invited to their house for the procedure. They explain that it can't be done at the clinic since it's not something the clinic offers in services. But they have a private office in their home, and no one has to come with you either since they'll be there to take care of you. It feels somewhat wrong, but you trust them after all they've gone through with you, and they appear genuinely interested in trying to help you. They made sure to tell you it would be pretty costly. Still, it might be the only way to get you pregnant with your "condition", so you agree, bringing your savings in cash with you and stepping into their home upon arrival. It's a beautiful, luxurious building, and you are surprised at how homely it feels, almost as if you were in your own place. Immediately, Nurse tries to make you comfortable, offers you some tea to calm down and sits you on the couch so Doc can go through the proceedure with you. He's very vague about the details, but waves off most of it since you'll be under anesthesia most of the time anyway. It's strange and unreal, but you follow Nurse as she leads you to the office by the hand while Doctor follows quietly, ensuring all doors are closed behind you.

❥ Nurse helps you change while Doctor "prepares" himself. She claims he has done this countless times, and she is sure it will work for you, too. Then you are led to a medical examination chair, and chuckle nervously as Nurse restrains you to it. Some of those restraints are a little tight, and you tell her, but she assures you it's how it has to be so you don't fall off while unconscious. You relent, trying to calm yourself with deep breaths. It's not until Doc finally appears that you doubt this decision enough to want to stop. However, both of them are quick to wave off your nervosity, telling you that you'll wake up pregnant and it will be as if you were never gone. Before you can tell them clearly that you don't want to, Nurse pulls a mask over your nose and mouth, and a sweet-tasting gas assaults your senses, reminding you of the bonbon you had from Doctor before. The last thing you see is Doc unbuttoning his coat, skin peeking out beneath it, and then you're gone again, just like before.

❥ When you wake up much later, the large lamp of the operation room still beams down at you, and you shiver as you feel the cold chair at your back. Drowsily, you look down, your body rocking in a steady beat. You hear muffled moaning only for your senses to return as your body is forced into a violent orgasm, feet curling in their restraints as you cry out in pleasure and surprise. People cheer as you arch your back and jerk from your orgasm, and then the rhythmical rocking returns, more vigorously as you realize someone is pounding into you. You look up in shock at Doc fucking you, together with the slick tongue of Nurse licking up your slick and everything else drooling from your sex. All the clothes are discarded from all three of you as they mess you up, sweaty and grinning ecstatically. You have no idea how long they've been using your body or what else they did, but it isn't long until Doctor leans over you, his body shuddering as he pumps a load of jizz into you before he looks down, breathing heavily.

❥ "Someone's awake~" he announces, and Nurse jumps up from her position. "Oh, you cute thing!" she lilts, coming up to your head and kissing you passionately, tongues and tastes mingling while you struggle to get out of her hold. "Now you can finally join us! We've still got a lot more loads for you to make sure you're pregnant by the end of this!"

❥ As if prompted by her words, Doc begins picking up the pace again. This time, it's his mouth capturing yours before you can protest and exclaim your horror, the chair giving him all the freedom to trap you beneath him. You are assaulted like this for hours, the only breaks you get are so that Doctor can take care of Nurse's needy pussy by eating her out or fingering her while she plays with you. But his cum only goes to you, and they are thorough in this aspect. Meanwhile, you are forced to come to terms with your entrapment and how naive you had been to be so trusting of these psychos, all while you struggle in your restraints and beg them to stop this assault. But they keep their promise, making sure there is absolutely no chance of you not getting pregnant. And now, you are bound to them forever. ♥

[aingeal98]

“Oh my god.” Steph says, and Cass doesn’t need to look to feel the distress radiating from her.

She’s said Oh my god three times now. It’s the only thing she’s said since she jumped off her bike, each time more choked and horrified. Cass wants to look at her, wants to hold her and comfort her, but there is a man on the ground dying and she can’t look away.

She doesn’t understand it. She can’t. They were chasing a truck full of guns that Two Face’s men were smuggling through Gotham, an ordinary bust. Then two men climbed on the roof of the truck and began shooting. Not unusual either. Cass wasn’t even worried about Steph getting hit, both Batgirls well used to ducking and weaving from choppy, poorly aimed gunfire at this point.

And then. The older man, big and muscled. He grabbed the lankier gunman and threw him right off the van. Right onto the road in front of them.

Cass saw it coming. The second he grabbed his fellow gunman she could see what his arm was going to do, and she braked with her typical borderline inhuman reaction speed. But Steph…

Cass yelled out to stop, of course she did. But Steph was only human. The second the smaller henchman was thrown she swerved and pressed the brakes, but it was too late. The taller man’s throw had been deliberate, much better aimed than any of his shots tonight. His colleague hit the front of Steph’s bike with a sickening crunch, and Cass remembers the sound just like she remembers her own scream of horror.

Now here they are. On the side of the road, with a man two minutes away from dying.

Cass doesn’t have great first aid knowledge, a few lessons and her own unique body reading abilities are what she’s working with. Steph has experience, has training. Cass watched as she moved around the man, turning him on his side, analysing his injuries.

She’s known the truth the whole time. But she waited and let Steph work anyway, hoping for a miracle. 

Steph isn’t working anymore. She’s just staring at the man, side by side with Cass.

One minute.

That’s how long he has to live. They’ve called for help, called for anything that could save him. Oracle’s voice had been heavy, even through the vocal modulator, when she said that there was no one free to get there in time. 

Cass finally wrenches her eyes away from the dying man. Steph is watching him, trembling with tears in her eyes. There is a look of terror behind the tears. A fear Cass is intimately familiar with, one she never wanted any of her loved ones to feel.

In fifty seconds Stephanie Brown will understand the feeling Cassandra Cain-Wayne did at eight years old: Watching a man dying and understanding despite all arguments and logic people present, that it was your fault.

This is not something Cass would wish on her worst enemy. It is most definitely not something she wishes for the girl she loves to experience. They’re alike in many ways, but their differences are just as precious to Cass as their similarities. No human should have to go through this.  

Steph doesn’t know she only has forty five seconds left. She’s a better healer, but Cass will always be able to understand the body in ways no one but Shiva can.

She tried calling for her biological mother. No answer. Cass can’t say she’s surprised, she’s already deep in debt with that particular relationship. All out of favours.

Thirty seconds.

The man is dying. All Cass wants is to save him. She wants to stop time, to take him away until people with healing hands can work magic or science to keep him breathing. But Oracle said that no help is coming, and if there’s one person she trusts to have exhausted all options it’s Barbara. There is nothing Cass can do to save him. All her body reading can give her is the knowledge of when the light is likely to leave his eyes.

Stephanie is crying now. Shaking and crying and keening, a horrible grief filled noise. It breaks through Cass’s shock and denial, filling her with a deep sadness. Not grief. Not yet. There’s still twenty seconds before she has to give in and start grieving. Nineteen seconds for a miracle to occur.

Stephanie will be haunted by this for the rest of her life. Cass knows that she herself is not normal about death, that her reaction to any and all death is “extreme” even among most vigilantes, but she knows for sure that this isn’t something Steph can walk away from the same as she was, even if it’s not quite as life shattering as Cass’s first kill. It’s close enough to wreck her, close enough to fill her with guilt and horror and disgust. At herself, at the man who threw his colleague, at the world and at humanity. All those negative emotions that Cass spent years carrying with her even as she ran millions of miles around the world, Steph will experience them in ten seconds. It’s a jail sentence with no defined end time, just you and your mind and the moment the light leaves his eyes replaying constantly over and over.

Eight seconds. Steph looks like she’s about to throw up. Cass can see it settling in, the weight of it all. Six seconds until she’s doomed, and there’s no miracle in sight.

Five seconds. Four.

Steph still doesn’t know. There’s still a sliver of hope in her eyes, praying for the impossible.

Three. Two.

They’re out of time. This man is dead and Steph will forever be a killer and all Cass has done is watch. Useless and motionless.

One.

Cass reaches forward and snaps the man’s neck.

Stephanie screams. Cass doesn’t flinch. She looks down at the man, memorising his face, the horror and fear and grief on it. He knew his time was up, and yet he still hadn’t been ready. Cass stole that one extra second from him, and she will punish herself for the rest of her life and carry his face in her mind just like she carries all her kills, right back to Faizul in the office. She is cursed, damned. Evil trying and failing to be good, to be human. Some nights it’s a success when she can blend in.

Tonight she can’t. It’s not a success, but it’s something else as well as a failure. A thing Cass has no word for. No name.

“What did you do?” Steph gasps out.

The fear has turned to shock and horror. Good.

“I killed him.” Cass replies, voice steady as she gently reaches over and closes the man’s eyes.

“Cass.” Steph says her name slowly, like she doesn’t trust that the woman in front of her is her best friend. It stings, but Cass knows it’s better than the alternative. “Cass, why did you do that?”

“Because I’m a killer.” Cass meets her eyes head on, no tears or shaking pupils. “And you’re not.”

She sees Steph’s face morph as it clicks, shock to relief, back to horror then to anger and then sadness. But not the expression Cass fears most. Steph will never wear that expression as long as Cass is alive and able to do something about it.

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” Steph says, far more gently than Cass deserves. “That scumbag killed him the second he threw him off the truck. I killed him by not braking fast enough. You snapping his neck doesn’t change any of that.”

“He could have lived.” It’s an easy lie to say, because even though there was only one second left Cass still believes it’s true. “He could have lived despite what the man did and what- What happened with the bike. But I killed him. Me. Not you.”

Steph doesn’t believe her. Cass can see it in her shoulders, in the curve of her mouth. But there’s also hesitation in the way her brow wrinkles, confusion in her clenched fists. She doesn’t know he only had one second left. She understands what Cass has done but she doesn’t know for certain just how close Cass left it. Probably can guess it was the last second, but Cass will never confirm that. She can’t. As long as that second exists, there was still a chance. Still hope the man could have been saved. Still a beat where something could have happened to change his fate and Stephanie’s.

Cass interfered. She moved and now the man is dead. She is a killer and Stephanie is not. It’s as simple as that. It’s as complicated as that.

The death will still haunt Steph, Cass has no doubt about it. There is guilt rushing back in with every moment that passes, Steph’s spine curving as they sit in silence at the side of the road. Steph knows Cass, knows she wouldn’t have done it if she believed there was even the most narrow chance of a miracle occurring.

Cass is a creature made of guilt. It stole her soul when she was a little girl, hollowed her out deeper than the hunger as she ran. But she is more than that now. She has love. The guilt has not lessened, not really. But it’s changed its form, a different shape in her body. There’s room for coexistence now.

She loves Stephanie. She will not let Stephanie feel that hollowing guilt. She cannot save or fix everything, and she can’t accept that but she can handle the harsh reality slightly better nowadays. Less like a tsunami crashing over her body and more like a pit in her stomach that will never truly fade away.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Stephanie is angry now. Cass expected that.

“It’s done.” Cass replies. There’s nothing else to say.

“Why?” Stephanie spits, because of course she does. “What gives you the right?”

Cass could walk away. Maybe she should. She definitely would have when she was younger. When she wasn’t as comfortable with this. Love and bonds and relationships outside of utter devotion to a parent. She’s older now. Can speak clearly and use more words than she ever would have dreamed of, back in the day.

But she still prefers to keep it short and simple. People talk too much. A few words are normally all that’s needed to say everything.

“Because I love you.” She answers.

Stephanie’s glare doesn’t diminish. If anything it gets stronger. Cass meets her gaze with a calm stare, utterly unrepentant.

“Fuck you.” Stephanie whispers.

Cass deserves that. Deserves worse, deserves cruelty Steph will never give her. She stands up and holds out a hand. There are sirens getting closer. They can’t be here when the police arrive. Oracle will already be planning how to spin this, coming up with media headlines that will make Cass sick to even look at.

“Let’s go home.”

Steph is still furious. Furious and heartbroken and sick with the same nausea Cass feels so deeply in her bones. There is no forgiveness to be found there, not for herself and not for Cass. But there is the beginning of an understanding, the reality that life didn’t end for both of them when this man died, even if part of Cass wishes hers had. They have to keep moving on, have to react to everything and feel everything and learn to live with every terrible emotion this night created. 

She takes Cass’s hand, and together they begin the long walk towards the sunrise.

[willwasnotfound]

Other kind of demon

Hello, Hello! Ehh, well I rlly don't know how to start this, idk if it stays only abt lore of reader or has something else, if it does srry for getting to other stuff.

Soo, her backstory is really tragic and involves some traumas that I don't know how to translate, so I'll write it literally, someone sells her body andd kind of child abuse, mention of death and some other stuff

Again, English is not my first language, so any error of grammar can happen in here lol Chapter 2

Memories.

Y/N was finally at her own penthouse, it wasn't too far from where she found those demons, so it didn't took too long.

She was tired, and directly went to fall on her bed, she needed to rest, and she did her best to do so.

But yet she couldn't.

She thought maybe it was her clothes fault, so she changed them, and when she layed down again, failing again.

She grabbed some food, perhaps she just was hungry.

Nothing again.

She layed down, frustrated, it was like that encounter reavivated the memories, her mind couldn't rest after that.

Y/N was not a normal girl, at least not like she wished.

She was just a commoner, the only thing that made her stand out of the rest of her village, was her beauty.

Her mother was beautiful, but was already getting old, so she knew that her own daughter would probably be more beautiful than her.

The woman wasnt exactly the kindest person to Y/N, basically, her life was like Cinderella's, the only thing was- that she was most likely to never meet a prince, and she knew it.

They were commoners, born like that, and probably die like that, even with the beauty of both of them, her mother married a carpenter, and that was Y/N's destiny.

Until her father died, and with that, her mother didn't have the money to keep her luxuries- which weren't a lot, considering they were commoners.

And that was just the start of her hell. Her mother started to search jobs for her while she was barely 9 years old. Whatever that bringed money for her, Y/N was forced to do.

And then, her mother realized she had grown, and poor little Y/N, even if her age was young her body no more looked like the one of a kid.

She started to sell her body.

Y/N grew with fear, not only about the men that touched her without her permission, but also from her mother. She would do anything to keep the life she had, but without moving a finger.

But yet, Y/N couldnt hate her mother, how could she? She was her mother, and she was supossed to love her mother, and her mother surely loved her too.

At least that was the lie that she told herself everyday.

That was until she got sick, Y/N's face started to look pale and started to lose that beauty that made men pay to her mother.

And of course she wasn't happy. "Stupid filthy thing!" The woman kicked Y/N?S body down the house, the poor girl just tried to protect her body by hugging herself. "How dare you...! First you ruin my life! And now... now you can't give me the money I need!"

Y/N laid on the floor, without moving, she didn't wanted to piss off her mother more than she already was, hearing her leave while mutering curses to her daughter.

"Poor little thing."

She heard a voice, but she couldn't sense nobody.

"You will never please your dear mother like this." The male voice kept going, "But I can help you with that."

And suddenly a man appeared in front of her, he was tall, and was wearing only black clothes, but she couldn't see his face.

Y/N sat up however she could, tears going down her cheeks.

"Ow little one, don't cry." His voice was almost sooothing, he moved his thumb to clear the tears while the girl seemed like she was about to faint. "I can offer you health and the beauty you still crave, you'll get to live better than this poor village."

"A-And I can help my mother that way?" Y/N Held her tears.

Even the man was surprised, a little girl that still craved for the love of her mother, even after all the pain she putted her through.

Oh, this was going to be easier than he thought.

"Of course, you will make happy your mother this way, she'll get what she deserves." The man stretches his arm, as a sign of sealing the deal. "But you'll need to pay to me later." Y/N doubted, she just wanted to make her mother happy, to get her to live however she wanted.

"Okay." She stretched his hand, and a loud laughter came out from the man.

She would never guessed what she had done.

His eyes shined with a gold glint, and her body started to fill with purple marks. It hurted, hurted as dying, and suddenly he dissapeared. And so did the marks.

She ran to the nearest mirror on her house, realizing she was even prettier than before.

Happy to see she was cured, she ran to search her mother, but she wasn't anywhere.

"How strange..." She mumbled and just went to walk through the village, relieved to have her health back.

Little did she know, her mother was laying dead at her own house, hided in a place she could never think of.

The men on the village didn't recognize her, so many times using her body- and yet none of them could tell who she was.

She started to think that so many stares were weird, of course she wouldn't mind one or two stares, but it was the whole town, even women and she didn't know if it was for hate or admiration.

Even after all the day her mother did not appear, and even if she was worried, a small part of her that she tried to dissapear was glad to not see her.

In fact, that part wouldn't mind founding her dead.

Days passed, and she managed to survive the same way her mother obligued her to do, by selling her body, until one day she killed the man she was with, she didn't even knew how, she cried with fear of the people to find out, because he seemed death, but there was not a sign of harm on him.

And it continued, one by one men started to disappear, until a small account stayed. Some women were concerned of where did their husbands went, and kinds where their parents were.

Y/N was slowly turning into a demon, and she didn’t notice that she was consuming their souls, until one say she went out for food, even when she didn’t wanted to.

Everyone looked at her, not with desire, not with envy. They stared with fear.

Her whole body was covered in marks, and her skin was turning to a shade of purple, not all, but what the people could see.

When she got to the place, the man that was supposed to sell the food didn’t show up. And she stayed there for a bit, until she heard screams.

“That’s her fault! She killed the men of the village!” A woman yelled while signaling her, while men with armor got closer to her, they were holding spears.

Y/N didn’t know what to do. Yes, she was right, but it wasn’t her fault, it was probably the man she made a deal with.

“I swear I didn’t!” She stepped backwards, trying to find a place to run.

“Monster!” “She took everything away!” “She doesn’t deserve to live!” “Kill her!”

A chorus of angry people sounded in the background, no, this wasn’t supposed to be happening, she just wanted to make her mother happy, not kill people.

“She killed her own mother!” Was the last thing before everything faded to black.

Did she actually killed her mother? That mattered?

It seemed like it did, because a lot of the voices she heard before, plus agony screams she thought were from the death men started to sound through her head, it wasn’t a whisper, it was the kind of thing that makes your ears bleed.

And then again, the male voice that she thought saved her made them silent.

“This is your part of the deal.” The voice spoke on her head, giving her enough strength to get up.

She wasn’t at her village anymore, she was in a dark place, only lighted by a red fire, that was just in front of her.

“Y-You knew this would happen to me?” She stammered while watching her hands, they were no more like that, they were claws, sharp enough to actually kill.

“You never cared to ask what I would be asking in return.” The voice, know coming from the fired laughed, being followed by tons of laughter behind her.

When she turned around she found millions of demons, she knew it, there were books of them in the human world.

“Now you serve to me, Gwi-Ma, your soul is mine to have fun with, and you can never scape.” She just looked down, of course she wouldn’t reply, that fire was like her mother, he ruined her life, exactly the same way her mother did before.

What was her error? She just wanted to please her mother, and now, she ended up pleasing the king of demons, it was like she didn’t deserve to be happy herself, always forced to make the others happy at her own cost.

She woke up, what a lame dream, she only wanted to stop dreaming at this point, it was worse than remembering, because everything was so vivid.

She stood up from her bed, it was still dark outside, probably she just slept one hour or two.

God, how she wished the demons from earlier accepted her offer.

Umm, in Spanish makes sense, idk how well written it is in English, soo srry-

Anyways, hope you enjoyed the story, next chapter we’ll get to the main plot again :D

Thanks for reading!

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[therainscene]

Gonna be a bit of a buzzkill here, but: I think what annoys me about Ted's been casually assuming that Mike was dating Will this whole time theories is that they always tend to treat it as a fun outcome.

Like, I get it: Ted's the useless one-dimensional suburban dad who makes bland observations he thinks are insightful quips, and he hasn't had much of a character arc beyond getting dragged along for the ride his more three-dimensional wife is on -- so what is there for him to do, really, other than to delight us with one final, genuinely insightful joke that subverts our expectations but makes perfect sense in hindsight?

But I feel like this would essentially make him one of those "allies" whose egos are more important to them than actually being supportive, and so they make smug jokes about how accepting they are at the expense of their kids' fear of rejection:

"I hate my gay son! Oh, not because he's gay, he's just an asshole." 🤭 "Why are you telling me you're gay? I figured that out years ago. Stop crying and go help your mother with the dishes." 🙄 etc.

It wouldn't be out of character for Ted to do this. I can totally see him doing it! But it's out of character for the show to make light of queer struggles, so I'd expect it to be critical of Ted for doing this.

Often, parents like the ones described above really do mean well, but they just don't know what they're supposed to do other than try to keep treating their kid the same as if they were straight. Lots of parents struggle with that; I'd argue even Joyce does in S3:

Will's clearly experiencing a specifically queer difficulty here -- boys like him aren't allowed to fall in love and he's upset about having to watch straight people openly enjoy things he thinks he'll never have -- and that apparently sails over Joyce's head. She just smiles at her Silly Immature Boy Who Doesn't Get The Appeal Of Sex Yet and drops the topic.

[Edit: To be clear, Joyce knows he's gay and is explicitly showing support for gay love here. She just has a blind spot when it comes to the gay teen experience.]

It's a disappointing change in her approach from the first two seasons, in which she fought her ass off to understand and advocate for his needs, even when communication seemed nigh impossible.

But then, maybe S3 is about granting Will his S2 wish to not be coddled by his mom anymore.

The Jonwill heart-to-heart at the end of S4 is my favourite scene in the whole show, because it's a pitch-perfect demonstration of how to balance closeted queer kids' need for support against their need to handle things on their own terms, all without embarrassing them by showing your hand of Already Knowing.

Maybe you're thinking: didn't Karen do exactly this with Mike all the way back in S1?

[Literally hiding his future beard in his closet during this convo lol 10/10 queer-coding]

Well, no. The point I made in my previous Wheeler analysis still applies: Karen, as of S1, is too prone to trusting dangerous authorities over her own kids -- and so her words ring hollow. She means well, but deep down she's prioritizing her need to feel like a good mother over putting any real effort into figuring out what Mike needs: reassurance that he and his flock of outcast friends will be safe if he's open with her.

The key thing Jonathan gets right is to understand his brother well enough to directly address the underlying fear that's been preventing Will from opening up:

So if Ted's sole contribution to Mike's queer arc ends up being a reveal that he's always known and been too cool to blab to anyone, but also that he did nothing about it other than to smugly wait for Mike to come out...?

...I just think that would feel more tragic than funny.

[bleulikedaylight]

Ms. Delinquent, Natasha

pairing: delinquent basketball captain! natasha romanoff x student council president! reader

synopsis: Y/N L/N, perfect student council president, gets paired with the school’s worst nightmare—rebel basketball captain natasha romanoff—for a major project. she’s late, annoying, and impossible to work with. but one unexpected moment makes Y/N wonder… is there more to natasha than the chaos she brings?

warnings: mentions of school fights and bruises (non-graphic) + tell me if i missed anything !! | wc: 2.3k | genre: romance, fluff, kinda enemies-to-lovers !! ;p

note: WOWOW, two posts in one day??? who is she??? (definitely not someone procrastinating her to-do list by writing about a rebel basketball captain and a stressed-out student council president falling in love—definitely not.)

anyway, hii !! i had way too much fun writing this !! >< also, feel free to send me messages, asks, or requests—i might (emphasis on might because I’m lazy, hehe) turn this into a series if you guys like it, aaa. ALSO, i really, really need to make a masterlist to keep my profile organized, but guess what? i’m too lazy. someone please bonk me with a pillow or smth. 💔

part one ♡‧₊˚ part two ♡‧₊˚

Y/N L/N

Year & Section: 12 - A

Position: Student Council President

Vibe: Miss Goody Two Shoes, Walking Honor Roll, and A Literal Angel

Known For:

- Fixing everyone’s mess (including Natasha’s)

- Straight As, Complete notes, and a color-coded Google Calendar

- Always wearing her ID. Always.

- Literally the only reason the faculty hasn’t given up on this school

- Smiles sweetly while saying, “That’s against school policy.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Year & Section: 12 - A

Position: Captain, Women’s Basketball Team

Vibe: Rebel Without a Cause, Hotheaded Heartthrob, and Leather Jacket Energy

Known For:

- Cutting class but still scoring MVP

- Pulling up to school on a motorcycle (allegedly)

- Has a permanent seat in detention—but makes it look like a throne

- Once made a guy cry during a scrimmage... with just a glare

- Looks like she doesn’t care—until it’s Y/N.

What would you do if you got partnered with your polar opposite for a school project? Like... the girl who's practically allergic to rules, shows up late to every class—if she even shows up at all—and somehow makes your life as student council president ten times harder just by existing?

Well, I have... and here's how the story goes.

She's Natasha Romanoff.

If there’s one person on this campus who gives me a headache at least three times a week, it’s Natasha Romanoff.

Captain of the women’s basketball team. Standing at six feet of pure chaos. The type of student who thinks rules are suggestions and uniforms are optional. She’s the exact kind of person I swore I’d never get involved with. You know—the delinquent, the rebel, the walking red flag your mother warned you about.

She rarely shows up to class. And when she does? She’s either asleep, doodling in her notebook, or getting sent out for being a 'distraction.' Her file in the faculty office is thicker than the student handbook—and I would know, I helped revise it.

She picks fights like it’s a sport. She’s been banned from three different cafeterias for fighting in line. Her knuckles are always bruised, her lip usually split, and yet she still walks around like she owns the whole school—because somehow, she kind of does.

It drives me insane. I’m the student council president. I run this place on schedules, protocols, and peacekeeping. I solve disputes between orgs, approve event permits, and enforce policies like my life depends on it—which, sometimes, it kind of does. So imagine my horror every time her name pops up on my desk. 'Romanoff punched someone again.' 'Romanoff’s skipping classes again.' 'Romanoff's motorcycle is parked on the faculty lawn again.'

She's a walking nightmare for someone like me.

Worse, she seems to have no plans for her future. No goals. No ambition. Just… basketball. That’s all she ever thinks about. Practice. Games. Scores. Like the world outside the court doesn’t exist. It’s frustrating. It’s pathetic. And yet—she plays with so much fire, it almost makes you forget everything else. Almost.

Tip: don’t be fooled by her soft-looking face. Sure, she’s got those calm green eyes and a lazy smile that makes girls weak in the knees, but trust me—she’s all sharp edges underneath. Dangerous. Reckless. Untouchable.

Naturally, girls chase after her like she’s a rom-com lead in real life. I’ve seen love confessions on paper cups, flowers in her locker, and girls literally waiting outside the gym after practice hoping she’ll so much as glance at them. But you know what’s weird? Despite how egoistical she is—despite the arrogance, the swagger, the attention—I’ve never seen her date anyone. I’ve never even heard rumors of her with anyone. Not once.

And then came the groupings for our Humanities project. A randomized draw, they said. Fate, I’d argue.

It was one silly project. That’s all it was supposed to be. A one-time, two-week, half-grade assignment. But it led to the one thing I never expected...

Actually knowing her.

That was the day everything changed.

That was the day Natasha Romanoff looked at me like I wasn’t just the school president... but something more.

—

You hear your name and Natasha Romanoff’s in the same sentence and immediately feel the universe collapse.

“Group three… Romanoff and L/N.”

The room goes silent. A beat of stunned silence, and then—

“WHAT?”

“Oh my god.”

“No way.”

“Lord, this is my Roman Empire.”

You shut your eyes and exhale slowly.

“Y/N,” Wanda whispers, clutching your arm like you’re on a sinking ship. “Tell me I heard wrong.”

You stare at your teacher. “Miss, is there a mistake—?”

“No mistakes,” she says cheerfully. Too cheerfully. “I think this will be a… fun dynamic.”

Yelena is already cackling. “Good luck, president,” she sings. “You’re gonna need it.”

Behind you, Natasha Romanoff stretches in her seat like she didn’t just cause a classroom-wide scandal. She yawns, leans back, spins her pen between her fingers like a basketball. You lock eyes for exactly two seconds. She smirks.

And just like that, you know you’re doomed.

—

Later that afternoon

You’re pacing by your locker, chewing your lower lip. You don't have Natasha’s number. But Yelena does.

“I hate this,” you say, typing quickly. “This feels like betrayal.”

“Calm down, you’re literally texting her for school,” Yelena replies while eating fries. “Now go! Be a good president and go manage your delinquent girlfriend.”

“She is not my—never mind.”

You shoot her a glare, then copy the number. You stare at your phone for a full minute before finally typing:

You expect to be left on read. Or worse—no response at all.

But she replies.

You blink.

She does find you. Within ten minutes.

You watch her walk in like she owns the place. In her hoodie, earrings glinting under the warm light, one earbud in, backpack slung over one shoulder. She moves like a secret, like danger with a pulse.

She drops into the seat across from you. “Hey.”

You glance at the time. “You’re… early.”

She shrugs. “Skipped practice.”

Your jaw drops. “What?! Why would you—”

“To work on the project,” she says simply, like it’s obvious.

You gape at her. “You skipped practice. For school.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, presidente,” she teases, resting her chin on her hand. “You messaged. I showed up. That’s the arrangement, right?”

You can’t even tell if she’s being serious. But her eyes are calm, and she actually opens the module you printed out. No complaints. No smart remarks. Just… reading.

You snap out of it and start discussing your plan. She listens. Occasionally nods. Offers surprisingly decent ideas. You make notes. You don’t notice that your voice grows more relaxed. You don’t notice how she’s been watching you the whole time—not the paper. Not the topic. You.

“You know,” she says once you finish outlining the draft, “you talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Hmm,” she hums. “Cute.”

You nearly choke on your water.

—

Once you pack up

“Okay, I’ll message you updates after I type the outline,” you say, stuffing your planner into your tote. “Thanks for actually showing up, by the way. I didn’t expect you to.”

Natasha stands, slinging her bag onto her shoulder. “I’ll walk you home.”

You pause. “What?”

“It’s late. You’ve got three books in your bag, and your tote’s heavier than Yelena’s sarcasm. Come on.”

You blink at her. “Are you… being nice?”

“Don’t ruin it,” she deadpans.

You roll your eyes but… follow her. She doesn’t ask for your address. She already knows it. (You don’t want to know how.)

The walk is quiet. She keeps her hands in her pockets, glancing at you every few steps like she’s making sure you’re still there. At one point, she slows down to match your pace. You pretend not to notice. But your heart’s doing cartwheels.

When you reach your gate, you turn to her. “Okay, um… thanks. Again.”

She shrugs. “Text me when you’re editing. I wanna see what it looks like.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You care about the final output now?”

She gives you a lopsided smirk. “You care. That’s enough reason.”

Before you can respond, she’s already walking away.

You stand at your gate, heart thundering, cheeks warm.

What just happened?

—

Meanwhile, the group chats are on fire.

—

Your phone buzzes again—more group chats lighting up, your friends collectively losing their minds—but you don’t check them right away. You’re still thinking about her voice. The way she said you care, that’s enough reason. It loops in your head like a song you’re not ready to skip. And for the first time since the semester started, you’re not thinking about deadlines, reports, or disciplinary forms.

Outside, your phone buzzes again.

You smile.

You think that’s it. But then…

Your jaw drops. You type furiously.

You let out an annoyed huff. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself it is. But deep down, you’re smiling like a fool under the covers, kicking your feet just a little—just enough to feel ridiculous.

Because Natasha Romanoff just told you sweet dreams.

Because she showed up. Listened. Skipped basketball for a group project.

Because somewhere between the chaos and the attitude and the teasing, you’re starting to realize something terrifying:

She’s not just a delinquent.

She’s not just trouble.

She’s kind of wonderful.

And she’s starting to mean something to you.

You’re so doomed.

You’re thinking about Natasha Romanoff.

You fling your pillow over your face to muffle the scream

You close your eyes, the ghost of her smirk burned into your mind.

Tomorrow’s going to be interesting.

Very, very interesting.

[harrysmimi]

Finally Your Husband

Coffee And Pancakes series P16

Synopsis: YN and Harry tie the knots together in an intimate and private ceremony in Italy and they get to hear an amazing news.

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YN was nervous.

She was on brink of having a breakdown. Everything was turning out to be so perfect yet everyone was giving her a big hard time.

The way her grandma wasn't attending was a cherry on top for her but her parents were attending. The way it was the people who loved and respected her boundaries and parents giving her a hard time taunting her every little choice. A few of her cousins were attending too, and most of them YN hated. It was just amazing and hell on earth at the same time. They were Harry's Italian villa where he proposed to her.

One of her cousin got drunk and almost tore his scrotum while dancing during one of the pre-wedding ceremonies. Niall was a real helper driving him to the nearest hospital. And two of her other cousins threw a fit of fight when they found out they were wearing the same outfit.

The pre wedding ceremonies were lowkey too. It was a whole week long spiel and a half.

"I don't know why I am nervous!" She whined on the phone with her soon to be husband, her eye welled up with tears. She was all ready and they were just fifteen minutes away from being married.

There was going to be two ceremonies back to back and long night of partying.

"Baby." Harry cooed, "just fifteen minutes okay?"

While he tried his best to assure her everything is going to be fine, it wasn't putting her at ease. Her life was about to change for good.

Just a few years ago she wasn't even interested in seeing anyone (she in fact hated the idea) and now here she is about to marry the love of her life. Everything between fear and pure ecstasy was just running in rounds in her head.

Harry was just two stories down from where she was but she couldn't go see him. YN was having a breakdown. She was nervous thinking what possibly could go wrong as everything has been so smooth sailing.

On the other hand, Harry was nervous indeed but he could manage himself. He had just gotten into his suit as he was done with his hair.

He got a call from Brielle, stating he need to go see his wife (soon-to-be) now. She was having a breakdown. He had quickly put on his coat and headed to where his wife-to-be was.

"Oh my god!" He whispered to himself as he saw her sitting there on the edge of the bed all ready and dolled up, she took his breath away. Even though she was crying. "Angel, you look breath taking!"

She was wearing a white lehenga, and covered in gorgeous jwellery, a soft makeup look with a bold lip.

And that made her son too. "I broke this." She showed him the chain he got her for one of her birthdays and she wanted to wear it as it was so special. It wasn't going to be visible with all the jewelry she was wearing, but still she'd know she is wearing it.

"Hey, it's alright my love." He cooed as he sat next to her. "It's alright. We can get that fixed."

"I wanted to wear it." She managed to whisper between her sobs. "You gave it to me on my birthday."

"I know, but-" he was cut off when YN's brother's wife, Jasmine came in with a sewing box.

"I knew this was going to be handy- oh Harry?" She was quite surprised. "I am sorry, I should have knocked but she is crying."

"No, it's fine." Harry assured her.

"Look we are going to fix it okay for now?" She took YN's necklace. Soon after her mother walked in as well. She helped Jasmine fix the necklace. They just tied the broken ends with a piece of things thread. It wasn't a permanent solution but it was going to work for now. "Come here let me put this on." Jasmine even put it on for her and even attempted to fix her makeup too.

Harry watched the way her mum looked at her. They both looked exactly the same he figured. He just wished she would have spoken with her then, he could tell she wanted to. She had tears in her eyes seeing her daughter as a bride. It just broke his heart a little.

"I will come and get you in a while. And Harry you probably have to be there in a few minutes too." Jasmine informed both, soon her and YN's mum left.

"Hey, you good?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I am sorry." She mumbled, "I think I'm about to get my period. I don't know why I am crying so much."

"Don't say that." He pulled her in for a hug, "you don't have to say that. It's a big day, and it's okay to feel this way."

"This is so overwhelming." She mumbled against his chest.

"I know, but it'll be alright. I'm right here with you, yeah?"

It had just been five minutes Harry had to go out as the ceremony would begin. First it was the traditional Indian way. And then it was Niall officiating their wedding. Everything went as smoothly as possible. Soon YN realised she was panicking for nothing everything was just perfect.

They both cried twice as she walked down the aisle twice.

"You may kiss your bride, Harold." Niall announced as he stepped away.

Harry was quick to pull his wife in as he picked her lips gently before he got her in a bear hug. YN wrapped her arms around him

Her husband has been by her side for the entire day. It was time for their first dance.

"I can't believe we are married now." She said they both swayed to the soft music playing.

Harry leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Mhmm. I am finally your husband."

"Yeah? I am your wife now." She couldn't help but smile sheepishly at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He got flustered seeing her watch him with love heart eyes.

"Can you kiss me?" She asked.

"You know I will." With that he pressed his lips on hers, not shying away that her parents and brother are present there like they used to. She's his woman now and he is her man. "I love you so much!"

"I love you so much!" She reciprocated.

The rest of the night was flawless. Niall and Zayn got drunk off their arse as they danced to Gasolina for the fifth time. The food was amazing.

"You're not going to have anything to drink?" YN asked her husband.

"No, I am done. Had a glass of wine." He shared as he pulled her closer to his side as he watched his former band mates dance like idiots. "Want to stay present." He pressed a kiss on her head.

"Awh!" She cooed.

"Come on guys!" Gemma pulled them both to the dance floor, she was halfway hammered too there. They had a very fun night.

Harry was still on the dance floor as YN retrieved back feeling tired as her adrenaline started to wear off slowly but surely. Her husband wasn't drunk but he was having fun like his friends if not more.

Soon people started leaving to go back to their accommodations and it was just the close family left there to clean up a bit before everyone headed back. As it was Harry's (now theirs) villa all the bride and groom had to do was walking up the stairs to their bedroom.

It was all decorated with pretty candles and flowers. "Oh see the mood is already set for us." Harry announced as he hugged his wife from behind. "To be honest, this wasn't needed I had my eye on you since this morning." He had been worked up all night, actually all day. She looked absolutely dead drop gorgeous in that dress and she is wife now. That all together new feeling.

YN was quick to turn around in his arms. "Yeah?"

"Mhmm." He nodded and pecked her lips gently.

"This is going to be a big hassle to get out of." She reminded him that she is wearing a Lehenga with hundreds if not thousands of pins holding it together.

"Don't worry we have all the time in the world." He assured her as his hand went up her back behind her Chunni as he tugged onto the string of her blouse.

On a serious note, he did help her get out of the heavy outfit. They had a great laugh as it kept tugging on one thing or another. YN finally got out of the lehenga. He was also just in his trousers by now.

"You were wearing sweat pants underneath that the white day?" Harry giggled.

"Yes! And I was still cold." She pouted as she took off her bangles as she was sat on the bathroom counter.

"Awh, my baby!" He cooed, "let's hand this up, yeah?" He nicely hung up the fit on the designated hanger carefully and hung it over the bathroom door. "Now where were we." He went back to her, stepping between her legs.

"Where were we?" She placed the last of the bangles she took off in their designated box as she looked up at him.

"I'd rather show you." With his arms wrapped around her waist he picked her back and walked back to their bed. She laughed feeling his fingers dig into her side tickling her. He gently placed her on the bed as hovered over her pressing his mouth to hers. His hands wandered on her back to unhook her blouse she still had on. "This okay?"

"Yes." She nodded, her hands on his hips as he helped her out of the blouse that's when she noticed the bulge. She was quick to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants.

"No let me do the work now." He stopped her, reaching down to the waist band of her sweats and sliding them down with her panties. He got down on his knees as his lips left a trail of soft and eager kisses down her neck to her stomach to her inner thighs. YN let out a soft moan as she felt his mouth on her, his tongue teasing her bud.

Soon enough she was pulling him back to her, he was quick to press his mouth on hers. Her juices are still on his mouth as he pushes his tongue in her mouth, flawlessly dominating over their very heated moment.

"I want your cock in me now." She demanded, propping herself up on her elbows.

He chuckled softly as he undid his trousers and took off his boxers. "Very demanding, aren't we?" He was back on top of her. He lines his tip against her weeping hole as he pushes inside her with ease. "Can never get over the feeling of your pussy on my cock, baby!" He groans softly with his forehead on hers.

YN just let out a soft moan holding onto his shoulders. "Want it to be soft this time." She whispered.

"Mhmmm." He agrees moaning as he could feel her walls pulsing around him.

"Fuck! Right there!" She gasped feeling his cock plunging in her softly yet firmly.

"Yeah, you like it baby?" He looked at her before pecking her lips, earning a nod of satisfaction from her. "That's it baby, lay back and relax. Gonna take care of my wife!"

YN laid back on bed. Harry was quick enough to grab the pillow for her before she rested her head back, not forgetting to keep on with his slow and firm thrusts. Dipping his head down he latched his mouth on her hardened nipple, whilst his hand was busy kneading the other making her back arch.

"Oh yes!" She moaned softly again, gasping for air as she floated away in pleasure.

"Oh yes baby, you gonna cum?" He looked at her again.

"Yeah. I want you to cum in me." She requested. This isn't the first time.

"Yeah? You want me to cum in you baby?" He said getting his hand down to rub her clit making her jolt in surprise.

"Yes please!" She sighed.

"Yeah, almost there baby, urgh!" He thrusts were getting harder and harder as he couldn't hold it back, feeling her pulsing harder around him. Soon he was releasing his load in her pussy with the last few thrusts. "Fuck that was amazing!" He chuckled, still inside her.

"Yeah." She pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you so much Harry!"

"I love you so much!" He kissed again. Rolling over he pulled her in closer. "We are finally married."

"Mhmm." She nodded, looking at him with tired yet love-heart eyes. "We're married now, I can't wait to grow old with you!"

"Yeah? I promise I will love you even after we're seventy." He mumbled softly against her forehead before pressing another kiss on her skin. It was a joke as they danced to Thinking Out Loud by Ed, making her giggling.

"Oh you better!" She warned him.

"You know I will, baby!" He pushes back to look at her, "do you want to get cleaned up and go to sleep?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

Harry was quick enough to help her get cleaned and helped her get into one of his t-shirts before they were off to bed.

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Harry woke up feeling super hot for some reason, he back was all sweaty as YN slept closer to him, her face buried in his back.

"Baby?" Harry carefully turned around and moved closer to her wife who was still asleep but shivering and burning up. That was enough to get him out of sleep in an instance. "Baby, you alright?"

"Hmmm?" She sounded.

"You're burning up my love." He whispered.

"Yeah I am cold. I just want to sleep." She mumbled. The worst thing about her was how she managed to sleep through fever.

"Let's go see a doctor first, yeah?" He suggested, "you can sleep when we get back."

"Can we go later?" She mumbled again, pulling the blanket over her mouth and curling up even more.

"Babe, come on now. You're burning up." He insisted, "I promise we'll make it as quick as possible, yeah?"

"I- fine we'll-." She ran off to the toilet and started throwing up.

"Oh no." Harry mumbled as he rushed to her and held her hair back and rubbed her back. "It's alright sweetheart. We'll go see a doctor."

Harry was quick to drive her to the nearest hospital, they were asked to wait luckily there was no rush there and they got in without an appointment. The doctor did a basic physical exam.

"Have you eaten anything recently which might upset your stomach?" The doctor asked as he documented in his computer.

"No, I have been eating healthy for our wedding." YN explained.

"Oh congratulations!" The doctor smiled, "don't worry we'll look into it. Have you tried taking a pregnancy test?"

"Not recently." YN shrugged, suddenly feeling anxious as she looked at her husband. "But I'd be open to one if we can do it here."

"Sure." The doctor nodded. "We'll also get the blood work done if necessary too."

"Yeah. Thank you." YN nodded.

Soon enough a nurse guided the couple to a room where YN can take the pregnancy test in privacy. She was nervous and she was already crying.

"It's okay baby." Harry tried his best to calm her down as they waited for the longest five minutes. "What does it say?"

"It's positive." She started sobbing.

"Oh my god!" He was quick to pull her in the tightest hug ever.

"We're going to be Mummy and Papa!" She mumbled as she sobbed.

"Yeah!" Harry rocked her side to side in excitement.

That was the happiest moment of YN's life there but she was still burning up with fever. Doctor gave her some mild medicines to take and advised her to rest as much as she can.

That's exactly what Harry made her do. He drove her back home to their Villa. Made her feel all comfy as he fixed her a quick meal.

They postponed their honeymoon until YN feels better and is fit to travel and spend their time in and resting and taking in the news.

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(any pics without tags are bc i didn't know who they belonged to!)

plot: what good is a friend if they can't be your shoulder to cry on

content warning: angsty for readerrrr

content warning: face riding higuruma will be happening btw

today was not your day, you were insanely bored, your boyfriend bailed on your plans (again), and your girlfriends are all with their boyfriends. you weren't too upset with them since you had girls' night soon. so your last option was to go to higuruma's dorm and watch a movie while he did work.

"so what you're saying is i was your last choice?" he asked, leaning on the door, and you laughed, pushing past him.

"no, you were my only choice," you said, and he laughed with a small nod, sitting back at his desk as you climbed into his bed. he tossed you the remote, and you turned on the tv, eyes trained on the k-drama that sucked you in.

the silence was comforting just because you knew you weren't all alone. you also knew that if you had a random thought or needed to rant, he'd listen. it was one of your favorite things about higuruma. he wasn't overbearing, but he was there when you needed him the most.

you kept checking your phone, hoping he would text. thinking, just maybe your mind was wrong. your boyfriend didn't usually lie to you, so you weren't sure why you had a gut feeling this time. you were checking his location like crazy. it said he was at his parents' house, like he told you.

"i hope you're not stalking that so-called boyfriend of yours." you snorted at him, not acknowledging him as your boyfriend. he never considered him your boyfriend for the simple fact that he just didn't like him.

"i am," you replied matter-of-factly. "i just don't know why i have the gut feeling that he lied to me."

"well, you know what they say, trust your gut," he says, still flipping through his papers as if he didn't just fuel your suspicions.

"are you going to help me trust my gut?" you said, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"you know im a sucker for justice," he says nonchalantly calling someone. you had no idea what he was planning, but you trusted him. "kento? can you come get me and y/n? at my dorm. 10 minutes. okay, we’ll be ready.” he sat his phone down and you looked at him, jaw dropped.

“did you really just do that?” you asked, and he nodded, going back to finishing his work. “what if he sees us?”

“then he sees, now watch your show, i need to finish this homework before kento gets here.” so that’s what you did. you sat in his bed quietly watching the tv as he rushed through his homework. and just like nanami had said, 10 minutes later, he called to let higuruma know he was downstairs.

“hiro, are you sure about this?” you said, biting your nails as you walked to namami’s car. he opened the back door for you to get in.

“so sure,” he says as you got in, getting into the front seat himself. luckily for you, nanami’s backseat windows were tinted, so if you did ride past your boyfriend, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“hi nanamin!” you said excitedly, since it had been a while since you had seen him. he seemed more upset than normal, especially since the past week he looked happier.

“hi y/n,” he said monotonously like he usually is. you decided to leave it alone and not pry. once all seatbelts were on and you gave nanami the address, you were off. you sat in the back, biting your nails in anticipation.

every time the minutes ticked downwards, you got more antsy. you were looking out the window, checking to see if you could see his car. or maybe just him, but you didn’t. even when you pulled up to his parents' house, there was no car outside.

furious wasn’t even the word to describe what you were feeling. you got out of the car, stomping up the driveway to their front door. you knocked on the door respectfully yet angrily. the door opened to his mother, who looked very confused as to why you were there.

“hi, sweetheart, how can i help you?” she asked, reading the look on your face as if she wasn’t sure why you were angry. i mean, sure, you figured his mother didn’t know that her son turned out to be a lying piece of-.

“i’m sorry to bother you like this, but is mahito here?” she asked, and she frowned, shaking her head. soon after his dad appeared behind her, and when you looked at him, you saw the resemblance. you tried really hard to hold back your scowl when you saw his father.

“we haven’t seen him since he stopped by this morning,” his father informed you, digging into his pocket. he pulled out a phone, handing it to you. the confusion on your face must have been evident since his father continued to speak. “can you give this to him? he left it here by accident. it’s his second phone.”

you were surprised to hear that mahito had a second phone that you didn’t know about. this was all starting to get to you, you were getting angrier and angrier by the moment. you grabbed the phone from his father, giving him a fake smile.

“i sure will!” you say, turning around, not even bothering to say bye. you just got in nanami’s car, both of the men looking at you in confusion. “he’s not here,” you say, and nanami sighs, starting the car. higuruma was just as shocked as you were, if not more.

“but his location says he was here…” he says, trying to rationalize and figure out the situation himself.

“yeah, well, i think this ‘second phone’ of his was what i had seen,” you said, opening the app on your phone and seeing that it showed he was here with you. and it was moving along with you, but the truth was painfully obvious: he lied.

“i say call him.” nanami butted in and you looked up at him through the rearview mirror in shock. your head shook rapidly, and there was no way you could confront him. “just to see if he’d lie again!” nanami was pretty worked up now, so you felt like it was the least you could do. 

so that’s what you did. you called mahito, and on the last ring, he answered the phone. he sounded out of breath and as if he was in a rush. you didn’t want to talk to him, but you needed to see if he would lie.

“hey baby,” he said happily, and you quietly scoffed, not caring if he heard or not.

“where are you?” you asked not in the mood for the lovey dovey shit. you wanted to get down to the real stuff and know if he was playing in your face. you didn’t waste time on a hi, hello, or how are you.

“woah, what’s going on? i’m at my parents' house like i told you,” he lied again, so you laughed. but not a ‘haha’ laugh it was a ‘lie again so i can fuck you up’  laugh. you took a deep breath in and out to calm yourself from lashing out too early.

“i’m going to give you one more chance to tell the truth. where are you?” you asked again, and the line went silent for a moment before the phone beeped. you were in shock, there was no way he just hung up on you. “go to his dorm,” was all you said, and nanami nodded, driving to his dorm.

it was all pointless. you had higuruma and nanami on a wild goose chase. you went to everywhere he would usually be, places you saw his location before, and even places you’ve never been to. all for nothing, the guys chalked it up to a loss before taking you back to your place.

but lo and behold, your boyfriend was kissing a girl as he leaned against his car. presumably kissing her goodbye, but there was no stopping you when adrenaline was pumping through your veins. you jumped out of the car when it was practically still moving. good thing nanami was only going 3 miles per hour. 

you power-walk over to your now ex-boyfriend, feeling your blood boil the minute you lock eyes. he releases his grip on the girl, moving away from her. you had to remind yourself that violence isn’t the answer before you got too angry and slapped the shit out of him.

“hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked with a wry smile, and you looked at him in disbelief. no way he was acting like this; he must be on some type of hard drugs.

“i live here you asshole,” you said turning to look at the girl who looked confused. you didn’t care about her; she wasn’t your target, mahito was. “so not only did you lie, you cheated on me,” you say, and mahito scoffs.

“says you all your friends are guys!” he yelled, and you looked at him like he had four heads. he had to be kidding you; there was no way he was blaming his infidelity on you having male friends.

“first off, that’s not true, and second, you have a lot of friends who are girls. i’ve never said anything to you because i trusted you.” tears were running from your eyes out of anger, you couldn't believe this. you’ve been with him since you started college, and he was betraying you because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. “then you have the audacity to be out in front of my dorm kissing her.”

“look, you just weren’t cutting it,” he smirked, grabbing the girl by her waist. she pushed herself away from him, looking at him in disgust. it was taking everything in you not to slap the stitches off that man. but your hand moved faster than your brain, and your hand raised, but someone grabbed your wrist.

“maybe we shouldn’t do that, yeah?” you looked up, seeing higuruma standing over you, grabbing your hand with a small smile. you nodded, ashamed he had to see that, sparing one last glance at mahito.

“we’re done if i see you anywhere near me, i swear on-” you said as higuruma dragged you inside your dorm building. “i swear i’ll kill him, hiro,” you said, tears still pouring, and he just nodded.

“what happened to getting your anger under control?” he sighed, and you stood in your place looking at him with a childish pout.

“that was before my boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, unlocking the door to your dorm, sitting on the couch. your arms were crossed in anger, and higuruma leaned against the door looking at you. “i mean, almost 3 years wasted, all for what? all those anger management classes just for him to make me mad.” 

“well, you were telling me how you wanted to have a serious talk with him. maybe this is a good thing, you won't have to worry about him anymore,” he advised, and you nodded, agreeing with the point he was making.

“but it just sucks that i was always loyal to him. i never once cheated,” you tell higuruma, who sighs, making his way over to you to sit down. he sat next to you. he had never been cheated on, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. but he did know that that man didn’t deserve your loyalty at all.

“it’s not fair for you to give your loyalty to someone who never gave you none. think of this as a blessing in disguise, you got rid of the dead weight,” he said, hoping to cheer you up, and you nodded, giving him a bright smile. 

“thank you, hiro, you always know just what to say.” you thank him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“it’s no problem, that’s what i’m here for.”

to be continued...

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[really-burnt-toast]

Redesigning my COTL cast pt.1

HAHA I'm finally done! I only made busts tho bc Im lazy and Im not putting myself through drawing a size chart... YET.

It WILL come, just so I can show pretty outfits and show how ridiculous Leshy's hight is LOL

If you see any spelling mistakes, please ignore them <3

(more info and rambling under cut)

Here I'll write some more things relating to each character;

Lamb

Born in Darkwood to a single mother, their mom had named them Mellia after the flowers that grow there, since they had aided in striving off an illness she had during the pregnancy.

The Lamb grew up pretty happily despite being on the run. Their mother was eventually caught whilst they made an escape. During their years of hiding, they broke their leg during one particularly risky escape and were caught not long after.

Their number is 1.600.666 because I keep making a connection between Darkwood and Germany's Schwartzwald - there are 1.6 million sheep in Germany - so I decided to have that be the approximate number. 666 was just added for fun.

Their ear was tagged to keep track of how many sheep were caught in which realm. They just so happened to be the last to be executed. By mere coincidence.

They were born without horns and kinda made the crown shape into a set. It has the benefit that they can rip em off and use them as impromptu weapons.

Due to centuries of being treated as a tool for a prophecy and merely a vessel, their self esteem is downright horrid. Whilst they don't condone followers speaking ill of them, they pretty much let Narinder trample on their feelings up until they had snapped one day. In the end it did help them both, but it wasn't great it had to be taken to that point.

Extra: I added the vitiligo because when I imagine a human version, I couldn't help but see them as having Vitiligo. Their leg limp was made after I thought it would make them look more imposing seeing someone "weak" suddenly pull out a giant hammer.

Narinder

Found within a burning village under rubble, clutching a crown as war raged around them. He was found by Shamura and taken in.

He was the first to create resurrection and back then it was an EXTREMELY taxing ritual. It would require his own godly flesh to beckon people back to life - thus it would literally cause his skin and flesh to melt off his bones. Now that's not needed anymore but his body is still weak to it, meaning during certain stress factors, he can still become skeletal. He doesn't have scarring from it, but gained some cool markings.

He was bound by his arms, torso and neck - all of which are scarred. In the afterlife he was perpetually sitting, causing him to be paralyzed from the waist down. Once he was usurped he had to regain his ability to walk and was taken care of by the Lamb.

He was in a catatonic state for many years and it only got better gradually with many setbacks. For years he never left the bed and by the time his Siblings had been rescued, he had barely started going outside. He was also suffering from chronic pains which wasn't really helpful.

He's also very... Temperamental. It took him just as long to say anything nice to the Lamb and it took him extra long to see them as more than his vessel.

Extra: I changed his markings to be more like I had imagined them. The catatonic trait and chronic pain was added after the update and I remember how horrible it was having tendonitis and I wanted to channel my distaste into Narinder.

Shamura

Found and raised by the last gods, they weren't the greatest sibling. They may have taken in the others but it took them a long time to be anything other than cold. With Kallamar, Shamura was distant and strict - then with Narinder they attempted to be less harsh after the kid started crying himself to sleep. With Heket and Leshy they got less and less cold. They tried their best, they'd argue.

They got carried away by their feelings as they had feared at the start and that's when the first prophecy came to them. They had kept it hidden for way too long until the balance of the crown's powers were ripping at the seams due to Narinder's pursuit in power - and they made a decision. They had told Kallamar first. Then Heket and Leshy were brought in.

Stuff happened. Now they are barely coherent and at most have an hour or two at a time where they seem to make sense. Leshy stays with them the most. Kallamar takes care of them. Heket takes care of the rest. Their skull is caved in, they lost an eye and limbs - some of the damages can't be hidden by bandages.

There's also this thing that their crown keeps getting out of control whilst trying to keep their mind stable - sometimes they'll get startled - attempt to form a weapon and instead end up with their arm speared through. They have scarring all over their body from it.

Upon recruitment they are pretty overwhelmed. Their crown can't stop them from breaking anymore and they have gotten so used to godhood that mortality now feels like they are literally rotting alive. They can feel their body wasting away.

Only after getting their relic back do they start becoming more independent and stable. They nowadays go through some sort of rehab to try and regain their sense of self.

Extra: Not much was added. I wanted to give them Glasses but I can't for the life of me draw them with a pair... So Ill just say they have them but not show them LOL

Kallamar

His past is basically forgotten. It sorta slipped away since he hadn't deemed it fit to be remembered. At first he had MANY fights with Shamura, then it ceased after a confrontation turned violent which left him with a bad scar.

He had to take care of his younger siblings whilst coming to terms with godhood - filling in whenever Shamura wasn't physically or mostly emotionally unavailable. For a long time he was the only one that could comfort his ailing siblings. Dealing with that sort of made him pretty easily agitated.

When Shamura proposed the plan, he had been hesitant - but ultimately didn't say anything.

Now he takes care of his siblings medically. He hates himself more than he hates anyone else and as much as he is quick to condemn and betray Shamura - he is also quick to condemn himself. Though maybe not as enthusiastically or openly.

He likes to compensate. Giving gifts to request forgiveness - grand displays of favoritism or mainly decking himself and his multiple spouses out with Jewels. He still keeps his wedding rings around his neck and his earring references his siblings.

Funnily enough, he caused the least troubles to the Lamb. They could argue he even seemed relieved after a short while of staying in the cult.

Extra: Added Jewelry and two tentacles because he looked naked without them.

Heket

Loudmouth frog that when found with her crown, she started trying to fight Shamura - insulting whatever parent they had. She kept threatening to poison them too.

In the lineup of her siblings, she was often the one who took the sidelines. If she was happy, she was left alone. If she was displeased, she'd let herself known. The most uncomplicated of the siblings.

You'd almost miss how every other bishop would seek her out when help was needed. While Shamura helped with godhood and Kallamar with emotional needs - Heket was a good person to pester with anything else. She'd handle it - just let big sis do it. Even if she was the second youngest - it's funny how even Kallamar and Narinder would occasionally use the nickname.

Then when everyone else was dealing with their wounds, she picked up the pace and kept their respective cults from falling apart. She handled Silk cradle until Shamura could - helped with Darkwood and took over Anchordeep when Kallamar was tending to the others. No problem.

She was still loud when entering the cult. Not as much as her brother - but she loved to cause scenes. Her muteness didn't seem to hinder her at all with that. She's not allowed near knives but somehow can handle axes?

Her temper problems don't get better. She just stops being an asshole about it.

She prefers having scarfs covering her neck bandages whilst they're all bloody and disgusting.

Extra: Nothing because Heket is already perfect.

Leshy

Literally a weird insect that kept clinging to the crown until it grew big enough to hold in one hand. It bit anything that got close and by the time Shamura found it - he had started eating small critters.

And god, he kept growing and growing until he wasn't a small worm in Shamura's hand but literally too big to fit through most doors. They suspected he'd grow until the end of time. Or well, now since his crown is gone.

He never listens. He screams for fun and overshares the worst details to the point he manages to break his siblings into just accepting anything he talks about. They can't even scold him or punish him since Leshy always finds a way to make things worse for anyone else but himself.

He also copies everyone. First it was Heket's tone. Then it was Narinder's behavior - now he started growing flowers and vine braids to make fun of Kallamar and his antlers were at first a crude mimic of Shamura's pedipalps and now they grow vines to be similar to the jewels hanging from them. He refuses to acknowledge doing so.

He's very clingy. After locking away Narinder, he stayed with Shamura every day until they were out of bed rest. He follows his siblings around and when he does give them a second to breathe - hes probably laying around in Darkwood instead of doing anything productive. He does tends to plants occasionally, but he prefers "to let chaos do its thing" - as if that means anything.

He makes for a great gardener after he stopped trying to break everything upon recruitment. And once he got over growling at every living thing - he actually became one of the most well liked people living there.

Leshy knows exactly what someone needs and somehow finds a way to achieve that with the littlest of efforts. It's the thought that counts.

Extra: Braid and vines because I thought Leshy would look cute with it.

Special: The 4 bishops all wear old faith themed robes, but Shamura got the elder clothes for comfort and Leshy kept tearing his clothes apart so he is not permanently excluded from having any special outfits as punishment. Narinder wears fancy robes (who happen to be loose and warm while being special - otherwise he'd complain)

The Lamb wears one of the leaked fleeces since I loved the red riding hood aesthetic.

In the end this turned more into biographies than actual explanations but its 3:30am, Im sleep deprived and I wanted to get my thoughts out because I start having memory problems again YIPPEE

[thaatdigitaldiary]

JADED. PROLOGUE. | ⌗ 1.7K WORDS. | JADED MASTERLIST.

╰ summary. this is the angsty, roller coaster of the lives of sareli vasquez and paige bueckers, from hookups, to more—to less. it was hard balancing basketball and getting pussy, but with sareli—paige wanted more. but how could she say it… without saying it? will all these unspoken words eventually be said? or will they be kept away until one of them finally breaks?

➺ content warnings. wnba!paige, woc!oc, depictions of sex, arguing, angst, uconn flashbacks (im crying), toxic!oc, toxic!paige, alcohol consumption, third person pov, some spanish dialogue.

➺ from ke, to you. hello you awwwllll <333, i really outdid myself when it came to making this series overview, and i hope you all enjoy this series as much as possible. i’m so glad to be incorporating some spanish into this, ( reminds me of my twin @uwupaige — go check out “the nanny” btw tyvm ), and maybe it’ll help you guys learn something new! it’s not much, but it helps embrace the comfort of speaking the language. enjoy babies! i’ll try to pace myself! also my first time doing all third person, fingas crossed.

The San Juan sun hung low, painting the sky in shades of burnt orange, as Sareli sat on the steps of her mother's porch, a glass of iced tea sweating in her hand. At twenty-four, she carried the weight of two years of silence, two years of running from the ghost of Paige Bueckers.

Her phone sat beside her, screen dark, but the memory of a drunken voicemail from three months ago burned in her mind—a slurred, messy confession from Paige that had cracked open a wound Sareli thought had healed. She hadn't called back.

Not yet.

Sareli's curls were pulled into a loose bun, her tank top clinging to her skin in the Georgia humidity. She'd come back to San Juan after her father's death, needing the anchor of her mother's presence, the familiar streets of her childhood. But even here, Paige lingered—in the songs on the radio, in the Dallas Wings posts Sareli couldn't stop scrolling through, in the quiet moments when her heart betrayed her with longing.

Inside, the clatter of pots and the scent of sage drifted through the screen door. Sareli's mother, Carmen, was cooking, as always, her way of filling the house with love.

Sareli stood, brushing off her shorts, and stepped inside.

"Ma, ¿qué estás haciendo? Smells like you're feeding the whole neighborhood,” Sareli called, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Carmen glanced up from the stove, her eyes sharp, but warm. "Arroz con habichuelas, mija. And don’t tell me you’re not hungry, because I know you." She stirred the pot, then fixed Sareli with a look. "¿Qué pasa? You've been quiet all day."

Sareli shrugged, avoiding her mother's gaze. "Nada, Mama. I’m just thinking."

"About her, right?" Carmen said, her voice soft but pointed. "La muchacha que te tiene así, toda perdida." (the girl who has you like this, all lost.)

Sareli's jaw tightened. "No estoy perdida. I'm fine."

Carmen snorted, setting the spoon down. "Mija, por favor. I know you. That girl calls you drunk, says she misses you, and you're still sitting here pretending it's nothing?

¿Cuándo vas a enfrentar esto?" (when are you going to face this?)

Sareli's throat burned. She wanted to argue, to say she'd moved on, but the truth was heavier than she could carry alone. "No sé, Ma," she admitted, her voice small. "I don't know how to deal with her. With us."

Carmen crossed the kitchen, placing a hand on Sareli's cheek. "Escúchame, Sareli. You can't keep hiding. Si la quieres, talk to her. If not, let her go. But this? This is eating you alive."

Sareli nodded, tears pricking her eyes. "Lo sé. I just... I need time."

"Time doesn't fix everything," Carmen said, squeezing her shoulder. "La verdad, does." (the truth.)

STORRS, LATE 2024

The air in Paige’s apartment was thick with nothing but tension, the kind that had become their default. Sareli stood by the window, arms crossed, staring at the city lights as Paige sprawled on the couch, a blunt burning in the ashtray. The silence between them was louder than the music still playing low from Paige’s speakers.

"You gon’ keep ignorin' me all night?" Paige said, her voice sharp. "What's your deal, Sare?"

Sareli turned, her accent thick with frustration. "My deal? You're the one who acts like l'm just some bitch you fuck when you're bored. I'm not your fuck buddy, Paige."

Paige sat up, her blonde hair that was tucked behind her ear, now on her chest as she leaned forward.

"Here we go again. You always twistin' shit. I never said you was just a fuck, but you keep actin' like I'm supposed to be your whole world."

"Maybe because I wanted you to be!" Sareli snapped, her voice breaking. "But all we do is this—sex, fights, and nothing else. I'm tired, Paige. I can't keep the fuck up."

Paige’s eyes flashed, but her voice softened, just for a moment. "Then why you still here, huh? If I'm so fuckin' bad for you, why you ain't gone yet?"

Sareli's chest ached, the truth cutting deeper than she wanted to admit. She loved Paige—loved her confidence, her laugh, the way she could make Sareli feel alive. But love wasn't enough when every touch was a distraction, every fight a reminder of what they couldn't say.

"I'm done," Sareli said, grabbing her bag. "I can't do this shit anymore."

Paige didn't stop her, didn't call after her as Sareli stormed out, the door slamming shut on their fractured world.

DALLAS, MAY 2026

Paige stumbled through the house party, the room spinning from too many shots of Tito’s. The music was loud, the air thick with smoke and laughter, but all she could think about was Sareli. Two years, and that girl still lived in her head, her heart, her bones.

She fumbled with her phone, ignoring Verena, the girl she hooked up with on an off season, trying to pull her back to the dance floor.

“P… would you stop ditching me?” Verena says, the vodka on her breath loud, and her voice demanding, as she pulls on Paige’s arm.

"I'm good, yo," Paige slurred, slipping into a quieter corner. Her thumb found Sareli's number, the one she hadn't deleted, couldn't delete. “Can you gimmie a second? Jesus. Always on my back, Rena.”

Verena stepped back, rolling her eyes as she walked back to her group of friends near the bar.

*Hi, you’ve reached Sareli! I can’t get to the phone right now, but please leave a voicemail at the tone for me!*

Her accent was all it took for Paige to fold. The call went to voicemail, and Paige’s voice cracked as she spoke.

*"Sare... fuck, I miss you. I know I fucked up, aight? I know I did. But I can't... I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you. I love you, man. I always did. I miss your laugh, your stupid little sketches, the way you smell like coconut. I keep fuckin' with you, baby I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know how to do this... be with you--be good for you. Please baby, I wanna be good for you. Just... call me back, please, or don't but--please. I love you, and I think I always have."*

She hung up, her head dropping into her hands, the weight of her words sinking in too late. She didn't expect a response. She didn't deserve one.

Paige wanted a do over, a real one.

There were things Paige never got to say.

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[demie90s]

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꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Juju Watkins X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

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⭑ pairing: Juju Watkins x Reader (chaotic!UConn!fem!reader)

⭑ summary: You play for UConn, but that doesn’t stop you from showing up to the USC vs. UCLA rivalry game and acting like you’re the one suiting up. You’re repping hard for USC, screaming plays, correcting calls, and threatening to sub yourself in. You go so viral even the coaches are watching you more than the scoreboard. And yeah—Juju notices.

⭑ genre: Crackhead chaos, sideline comedy, flirtation, viral moment energy

⭑ warnings: Strong language, screaming, shameless yelling, casual obsession

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I play for UConn. East Coast. Different world. But I pulled up to the USC vs. UCLA rivalry game like it was a family reunion and somebody owed me money.

Did I have any reason to be this emotionally invested? Absolutely not. Was I acting like I was on scholarship at USC and Juju was my day one? Absolutely yes.

From the moment tip-off hit, I was standing. Hoodie half-zipped, chain out, fresh kicks on. I looked like I walked in off a tunnel pregame. I didn’t even sit down at first. My best friend beside me looked calm—for five seconds.

Then the game started.

UCLA hit a layup and I leaned forward like I was about to sub in.

“Nah. Hell nah. That weak-ass help side? That’s how we starting?!”

My friend snorted. “Girl, you don’t even go here.”

“I GO WHERE JUJU GO.”

Second possession. USC hesitates at the top of the key.

I stand up.

“WHAT ARE WE DOING?! SHOOT THAT! DON’T BE SHY NOW, BABY!”

The whole row in front of me turns around.

I don’t blink.

“Y’all saw that hesitation too. Don’t lie.”

My friend grabs my sleeve. “You play for UConn.”

“And yet,” I say calmly, cupping my hands around my mouth like a coach mid-playcall, “I’m the only one coaching right now.”

By halftime I’m a menace.

I’ve called out three missed switches, fake-clapped in the direction of UCLA’s bench, and nearly fought a dude two rows down who said Juju “ain’t even like that.”

My friend whispered, “Please don’t go viral again.”

Too late. I already caught the camera in 4K.

There’s video of me standing mid-game, eyes locked in, yelling “CLEAR IT OUT JUJU—SHE CAN’T GUARD YOU!” while mid-squat trying to see around some dude’s shoulder. I hit the classic lean-and-look Spider-Man crouch like I’m trying to peek behind a wall in a video game. My friend is right next to me, doing the same, just whispering “This is unserious behavior,” while full-body blocking a mother and her toddler from seeing the court.

At one point I deadass yell, “PUT ME IN—SHIT, I’LL DO IT MYSELF!”

And the coach? Coach Gottlieb? Turns around. Makes eye contact. Mouths, “Do you want the clipboard?”

The fans are crying. The comments are worse.

| “The way she’s calling plays from the crowd 💀”

| “She play for UConn and still coaching USC?? Nah.”

| “That girl was one missed basket away from jumping the scorer’s table.”

| “I need a girl that rides for me the way she rides for Juju.”

| “FIND HER @—this energy is insane.”

Fourth quarter. Tight score. Juju gets the ball, top of the key.

My friend nudges me. “Say something reckless.”

I don’t even hesitate.

“IF YOU MISS THIS, I’M UNFOLLOWING.”

Juju side-eyes the crowd.

And hits the three.

I scream.

Full-body scream. The type that comes from the chest. I’m grabbing my friend’s hoodie, jumping, almost toppling over the seat in front of me. I got the whole section clapping. People I don’t even know are fist-bumping me.

I swear on everything, Juju looked straight at me on her way back down the court.

That tiny smirk?

That was for me.

⸻

We’re walking out post-game, still high off the win, and I get the notification.

Instagram DM.

From: @jujubball

UConn?

You sure you’re not on our bench?

I reply with a selfie of me holding up a USC foam finger.

Not yet.

⸻

You can hear my friend yelling from across the room:

“Girl, get drafted already and LEAVE WITH HER.”

And maybe I will.

[neodymiumcuilz]

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