#how would it be my fault if an angel has never had any food made specifically for them and has never settled down to snack on something

[quietwingsinthesky]

corrupting an angel to fall by handfeeding them fresh, warm peanut butter cookies

[garfunklefield]

May I request a fanfiction of Gojo getting pegged? Maybe? Mayhaps? Please?

Angel Food Cake and Cream (pegging series 1)

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!reader/satoru gojo Warnings: fingering, fem!dom, gojo is a sub, submissive whimpering ya'll, pegging, bratty gojo, he nuts everywhere, degradation, hair pulling, controlled orgasm Word count: 2011 words DESC: You want to spice things up in the bedroom and Satoru "I'll try anything once" Gojo obliges.

This is for you anon! If you want something please request I’m running out of ideas!! And yes I’m making this a series who should get pegged next?? Nanami?!

“Seriously? You’d let me peg you?” You raised an eyebrow at the man standing before you. You never thought in a million years your “straighter than straight” (but you’ve seen the way he stares at Suguru’s ass) boyfriend would ever accept getting pegged. Now not to say that pegging made anyone gay, but you knew how sensitive masculinity was for certain guys. 

Satoru was a hard one to gauge. Some things he was completely fine with, were skirts and nail polish. But then other things would dramatically hurt his masculine ego, like wearing an apron or being the little spoon. So when you suggested pegging and he accepted quickly, you were confused but delighted. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, turning back to rifle through his closet of expensive clothes, “I’ll even take you to go get me a strap-on and everything.”

Was he seriously okay with buying the strap-on? Hey you weren’t complaining. You were one to always try anything even if it didn’t pan out how you wanted and you knew Satoru was about the same. But there was something a little… suspicious about how quickly he agreed. I mean, your first threesome with Suguru had to take some convincing. This, however, took only the statement. 

If you had asked him, Gojo would shake his head and proudly state, “No! I’ve never done butt stuff!” And then wink. Now you were starting to think he was either aching to try it… or he has his collection of anal beads. 

“Well, if you’re paying we can go now,” you suggested, standing up and motioning for the door.

The corner of your boyfriend's mouth twitched in a subtle way that he hoped to god you didn’t notice. I’m gonna let you in on a little secret reader, the most powerful Jujutsu sorcerer had been yearning to be stuffed by your silicone cock for months now. God the feeling of you degrading and railing him at the same time turned him on so much, but he was a bit ashamed. It’s okay if you like butt stuff, that’s not the issue. Satoru was ashamed he had claimed so proudly he wasn’t into it, that to retract the statement would cause him a lot of teasing and bullying (from you).

But now he couldn’t handle waiting any longer. He lay with his legs spread and his ass wiggling in the air as you rummaged around on the side table beside his bed for some lube. 

“Hurry upppp,” he groaned, resting his head against the mattress with a pout, “I’m getting flaccid.”

You shot your blue-eyed fiend a look and lightly flicked the side of his hip, eliciting a shiver from the male, “Be patient. It’s not my fault your side table is stuffed with fucking candy wrap- ah-ha!” In your hand was now a small container of… cherry flavored lube. 

“Satoru,” you frowned, turning the bottle over in your hands to read the backlist of ingredients, “I thought you said you bought water-based lube.”

“It is water-based,” he lifted his head up to make eye contact, “...I think.”

“Okay whatever, it’s your asshole, not mine,” you shrugged, popping open the cap open. The pink-tinted liquid globbed onto your hand and with a toss you flung it to the side of the bed to be used later.

Without saying anything else you slicked your index and middle finger, coating each section of skin in the cherry-smelling lubrication. Your boyfriend continued to lay patiently, although from this angle you could see his cock twitching eagerly. Even just the thought of your fingers massaging his prostate made his backside covered in goosebumps. 

One of your delicate hands rested against his hip, giving him the signal you were about to start. He turned his head to the side of the mattresses to watch you. A small smile played on his lips as you donned a very concentrated expression. Remember, you were still convinced he didn’t even know what his asshole looked like, so you wanted to make this as painless as possible. 

“I’m gonna start, kay?” You whispered, pressing the tip of your finger to his asshole. Satoru bit his lip and nodded a few times, instinctively grabbing onto the bedsheets. He couldn’t believe it was so close to happening. 

You slowly began to push inwards, taking your time to let his plush walls adjust to the foreign feeling of a finger. What you didn’t notice from being so focused on making sure he wasn’t hurting, was that he was completely rock hard. Just from one finger? It's kind of pathetic if you ask me.

Satoru let out a noise that could have been from pain or pleasure and you instantly stopped, looking down to see if he was okay, “Satoru…?”

“Mm…” His eyelids fluttered close, “Keep going. Add another one, actually,” he mused, pressing his lips together in a fine line, “I can take more.”

You raised an eyebrow and nodded. Now at this point you had seen his boner and come to the conclusion he liked it a lot more than he’d ever admit. Maybe you could rail the truth out of him? Oh… that thought increased your arousal. You didn’t need to get off this time if it meant giving him pleasure. You were okay with only pleasing him because it made you feel good. 

Without another word you proceeded to stick another finger in, without as much care to being as gentle as before. Satoru’s breathing hitched for a moment and he let out a long groan, followed by something muttered under his breath. 

“Two fingers and you’re already throbbing, huh?” You teased quietly, beginning to massage around his prostate. 

“H…hey,” he warned, biting down on his bottom lip again. Doing it himself was one thing but to have someone else provide him with this stimulating pleasure was sending shockwaves through his cock. It twitched again, begging to be stroked. 

One of his hands trailed from the bedsheets to his cock, covering the head and then stroking down the side. Noticing how he was already touching himself, you grinned and began to spread apart your fingers. You had seen it done in a video or two from a health website and who were you to say no to a health and sex expert?

“F-fuck,” Gojo breathed out, shutting his eyes tightly as he embraced the new sensation. God, it felt so good to be stretched out like a piece of meat. It felt so good to be finger fucked by the person he loved most in the world. Sure, it would feel good regardless of who was fingering him, but the fact that it was you turned him on even more.

His pale hand curled around the base of his cock and stroked upwards, keeping the pace slow. He didn’t want to cum yet. He didn’t want to cum at all. If Satoru could have stayed in this middle ground of teasing pleasure forever he wouldn’t be able to complain.

But as quick as his arousal began, you slowly pulled your fingers out of his asshole. Your boyfriend frowned and opened his eyes, releasing his cock from his grip, “I didn’t say you could stop.” 

“Oh, so you don’t want me to use the eight-inch dildo you insisted on buying me?” You retorted back, watching his expression shift from annoyed to embarrassed. 

“Fine,” he pouted, turning back to rest his head against the soft mattress. 

It only took you a couple of minutes to put on the strap-on and situate the harness to your form. The dildo fit perfectly inside like a glove and within seconds it was lubed and ready to go. Satoru was throbbing from even just seeing you in that get-up. The thought of you pushing it inside of him was going to make him cum from anticipation. Any second now he was going to be stuffed full of your fake cock. And god he couldn’t wait. 

“Okay…” You put both hands on either of his hips to align your dildo with his entrance, “On the count of th-”

Gojo groaned loudly, “Just put it in.” 

“Okay, smart-ass,” you frowned and thrusted inwards. Satoru gasped at the sudden sensation and before he could have time to adjust you continued to thrust. If he was going to be a brat you were going to treat him like a brat, “Aww, is someone getting too much?” You teased, trailing one hand to his ass cheek and squeezing it in the way that he had done to you so many times in the past. 

“I…ha-ah f-fuck pl…please,” Your boyfriend stuttered out between your quick thrusts, burying his face down into the bed, “Ah…a-” And then he began to … whimper.

God this was so much better than fucking him until he confessed. This was fucking the truth out of him. Satoru Gojo couldn’t deny the fact he was lusting after being railed because his whimpers and whining proved otherwise. He threw his head back and gasped, one of his arms clawing down into the mattress for some kind of stability. 

“You’re so pathetic. You just wanted my big cock, huh?” You cooed, slapping the side of his ass cheek with more force. 

“A-ah y..yes! I-I mm…” He cried out, barely able to contain his arousal. His cock was begging to be stroked but from the force of your thrusts, he couldn't bring himself to reach down and touch himself. So he lay in blissful agony as his prostate was overstimulated. It was better than any kind of fucking Satoru could do to himself. It was better than any anal wand, anal bead, or anal plug. This was truly what he needed. 

“You’re going to cum,” you suddenly demanded, leaning forward and grabbing a fist full of his hair. You yanked it backward and watched as Satoru whined from pleasure. 

“Y-yes…” Was all he managed to spit out in between his whining and crying for more. The sensation had already been building in his stomach from the moment you forced your dildo inside his asshole. It was throbbing deep in his length and shooting throughout the lower half of his body. It was so painful…  but god was it amazing. 

“When I tell you to, you’re gonna cum. Kay?” You spoke, running your hand through the tuft of hair to grab it forcibly from his scalp, “Understood?” 

Gojo nodded. You didn’t have to tell him twice. The mere action of holding back his orgasm was getting painful so he was just yearning to release himself all over his mattress, which he would clean up later. You let go of his hair and hooked your hand behind each hip, slamming your dildo deep into his hole, just tickling the base of his prostate. 

He let out another cry, spit, and drool forming at the bottom of his lip and dribbling down to his chin. Holding back this orgasm was so painful, that Satoru could barely contain himself anymore that he began to beg mindlessly. Anything and every kind of begging you could think of that pathetic white-haired slut was whimpering out. Just to get a taste of the building orgasm in his gut. 

“Cum,” you uttered those godforsaken words and he didn’t have to be told twice. Like from a Yaoi manga, Satoru gasped and loudly sobbed out. His cock spasmed out an intense orgasm, convulsing out thick spurts of cum all onto his mattress. Each time he thought he was done another wave hit him and he cried out again, shooting out another round of cum as you kept fucking him.  

Finally, you slowly came to a stop, patting one of his hips to signal you were done. Your boyfriend puffed out a loud breath and fell against the mattress once you pulled out. His body shivered and he gave you a soft look, staring through a row of thick white eyelashes. The only thing he said before he passed out in a pool of his own cum was a simple sentence. 

“I think I’m bisexual.”

[vivyen-qwq]

Can we please talk about Knuckles history/ past?

I just saw a tick tock video, which topping was sad history and showed pictures of Movie Sonic, Tails, Knuckles (and that fanmade movie Shadow version).

That made me think.

When I was a kid, I always saw Knuckles as my favorite character because he was cool, red, and strong. But today, he is my favorite because of his sad story. And I personally think that he has the most sadest story of all Sonic characters. Allow me to explain:

1. He has no real family. His entire race died because they wanted to use the Chaos and the Master Emerald for evil stuff. They all died, and Tikal sacrificed herself to seal Chaos. So Knuckles had to grow up by himself, hunting/ finding food, without a mother or father or anyone, all by himself, alone for 16 years. I mean, yes, the little Chaos are there to keep him company, but they can't talk or take care of him much of him.

2. His feelings: He is naive and believed Eggman several times and teamed up with him, despite knowing that Eggman was evil, but still tried to see the good in him, which was all for nothing, because Eggman used him. Then we have Rouge, the flying bat thieve who is trying to get the Master Emerald. She would fight and flirt her way through to get what she wanted and now image. This boy never had someone to love him, so he doesn't really know what love is (I guess) and now imagine how it would feel to have a girl flirting with you, but not being sure if she is serious about this or just wants the Master Emerald. This makes Knuckles even more insecure than he already is because he is constantly alarmed when someone calls out Rouges' name like we saw in the Tails tube video.

3. Angel Island: Like I mentioned in the first point, Knuckles' ancestors wanted to use the power of chaos for evil stuff, so Knuckles wants to fix his ancestor's mistakes by guarding and protecting the island without any help from others. But the problem is, if he doesn't take the other's help, then he will never be free from that burden. Everyone can be on earth and go wherever they desire, but he can't. He is trapped on the island because he knows that no one except him will guard the Master Emerald without even a "thank you". A lot of people are not seeing how much Knuckles does to protect others by staying on Angel Island and protecting that Emerald.

Also, he is the only one who can communicate with the M.E. to neutralize the Chaos Emeralds' power. He will forever be bound to that big responsibility, whether he likes it or not. He is never going to be free, and he knows it. That's why he sees no real purpose in life except for having fun and doing your best (what he said in the Twitter takeover). I mean, yes, he leaves the island to watch "One Punch Man" at Cream's and Vanilas' place, but guess who will probably use that to his advantage: Eggman.

4. His friends: Sonic seems to be the only one who really cares about Knuckle's lonelynes. When they had that short, deep talk during Frontiers, Sonic said that his friends were there to support him. But in the last Twitter takeover, when it was mentioned that Knuckles had a fan, he talked very low of himself, seeing himself as a character who doesn't or shouldn't have fans. Sonic told him to be nicer to his fans, and Amy asked him about his personality, where he replied that everything sucks. It was quite obvious that Knuckles spoke very low of himself, but Tails tried to brush him off.

Why wouldn't his friends try to be more supporting, maybe saying that it wasn't really his fault? Or trying to make him see the good things in himself?

Like, Tails got into a big group hug when they were told that Tails didn't have a home back then. Or when they talk about Maria when Shadow is there, it is a sensitive topping, and they are making sure not to hurt Shadow's feelings. Or when Sonic had that dream about him saving the city and no one noticing, they gave him therapy.

But Knuckles doesn't get that treatment?

Yes, Sonic talked to him in Frontiers, but why not in the takeover? Why not get more support for him?

So yeah, that's what I've been thinking.

Knuckles sure had some character development, but it doesn't change his history or the fact that he will forever have to stay on the floating island.

I really would like it if someone stayed by his side and visited him sometimes so Knuckle could have some rest or simply would have someone to talk to for at least once in a while.

[adoracora-elizabeth]

But Papa! Why? Chapter 55

Robert woke up with a terrible headache. With a moan, he pulled himself up. The curtains were still closed. He saw a glass of water and some painkillers on his nightstand. Cora was an angel he thought. He tried to remember what he did last night, but it was blurry. He could only hope he had behaved himself towards her.

With another moan he put his legs over the edge and sat up, taking the painkillers that were waiting. He proceeded to go to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. He opted for a cold shower, making sure he would be presentable for Cora. Why did he let himself become this drunk? It had been absolutely useless, although he had fun together with John, the amount of alcohol was a bit too much.

Somewhat refreshed after the cold shower he changed into his normal clothes. He opted for chino pants and a thin jumper. He was a bit chilly, even though the sun was doing its best outside, he saw when he opened the curtains.

Robert walked towards the kitchen and saw Cora in one of the lounge chairs in front of the sliding doors. She sat cross-legged and was reading a book. He could only half see her due to the large backrest, but he spotted her glasses on her face. A big smile appeared on his face. If it were up to him, she would never wear her lenses again. He felt heat creeping up, just imagining her face with those glasses.

He contemplated for a little while if he should say something or first get some food in his stomach. He opted for the greeting of Cora first. She did not hear him coming close, so when he slid his hand over her arm, she got startled.

"I am sorry darling. I did not mean to scare you." He said apologetic.

A big smile was present on Cora’s face when she looked up "That is alright. I just did not hear you, this book has me in its spell." She lowered the book while placing the bookmark between the pages. "How are you feeling?" Her hand brushed over his cheek.

"A bit rough, but that is my own fault."

"You had a lot of fun and that showed when you came home. But I am glad you have John as your friend who makes sure you get back home to me safely."

Robert smiled softly. "He is a good friend, indeed." He sat down on the arm rest. "Thank you for the painkillers."

"I figured you would have a hangover in the morning, so I prepared." Suddenly she turned her body towards him. "Did you already take them?" Her eyebrows raised high.

"Of course I did," Robert answered confused why she was surprised by that.

Cora got up from the chair, her book almost fell on the ground. "Then I will fix you some breakfast really quick."

"Cora, please sit down. You were enjoying a calm morning. I can make myself a breakfast in a minute."

"You need to eat right now. It is not good for your stomach to take painkillers without any food in there." She quickly walked towards the kitchen, and while she passed him, she lovingly brushed with her hand over his stomach.

Robert followed a bit slower; his head was pounding when he moved too fast. He was glad that Cora was going to make him breakfast, he was too tired to make something proper. With a sigh, he sat down on one of the barstools. "The downside of too much alcohol."

Cora cracked an egg. "White or brown toast?"

"Brown should be the healthy choice, right?"

"Hangover breakfast is not supposed to be healthy is it not?" Cora smiled.

"White it is." Robert drank the orange jus that Cora put in front of him. He looked up with a surprised look. "You made this fresh?"

"I did. I need to take loving care of you. Duties of a wife." She winked.

"Soon to be wife." He replied.

Cora put his plate in front of him. "What time did you want to leave today?"

Robert had just put a spoon full or beans in his mouth. "Leave?" He muttered.

Cora sat down opposite. "You forgot?"

Robert gave her a pitiful look. "I am afraid I am. Even you mention that we should leave any time today does not ring a bell."

"We could go tomorrow morning, but I thought it would be fun to go tonight, so we had the whole day at Downton tomorrow."

Robert put his hand against his forehead. "How could I forget. The house is finished, and we will make the final decisions on how to decorate for our special day."

"I am glad you at least remember, when you are reminded." Cora smiled, while getting up to put the dishes in the dishwasher.

"We should pack our stuff right now and leave as fast as we can. Maybe we can go and ride out with the horses?"

Cora's smile faded.

Robert grabbed her hand. "Cora? Did I say something wrong?"

Cora wrapped her fingers around Robert's hand. "I would love to go and ride with you, but only on one condition."

"Tell me, what condition did you have in mind?" Robert asked clueless.

"You will not try and jump over any ditch or pull another stunt to impress me."

This made Robert laugh. "I promise. It is also not an event I would like to repeat myself."

"Although I loved the time we spend together in Dower House, I was worried sick when you fell and did not respond to me."

Robert pulled Cora close and wrapped his arm around her waist. "We could just go to a wine-tasting in the area. There are some vineyards in Northeast England." He looked up to her face and saw her smile fade again. "Not a good idea?" He asked, pouting.

Cora felt guilty, she gave Robert the wrong impression, but could she tell him? She was not even sure if she was pregnant. But if she was, she should not drink alcohol. She sighed. "I love the idea, I truly do. But I am not sure if I can drink alcohol."

Robert was silent for a couple of moments, then he looked up again and a wide smile appeared. He put one hand on her abdomen. "Are you? Are you pregnant?"

"Maybe, I am not sure yet. I am late, normally I am very regular, but not this month."

"But you are still taking the pill? You did not stop, did you?"

"Of course not!" Cora said indignant. "I would never do that without talking with you first." She tried to step backwards.

"Sorry." Robert strengthened his grip on her and made sure she stayed close to him. "I did not mean to say that you made this decision on your own. I am just surprised you could be pregnant." He brushed over her abdomen. "But I would love it when there is a little one growing inside you. We should buy a test and find out."

Cora's face softened again, and she leaned against his hand with her tummy. Her own hand resting in Robert's neck, her fingers playing with his hair. "We could buy the test on our way to Downton. You remember when I had that stomach flu?"

"Why do we not go and buy that test right now and do the test before we leave? I really want to know if you are expecting."

Cora pressed her lips on Robert's, he eagerly answered. "Let’s go and find out if we will have company on our wedding day."

+++

"I never realised how long five minutes are." Robert said while he nervously looked at the test strip laying on the bathroom counter.

Cora did not react, she stared at the strip. She could not be pregnant, she was just late, but no other symptoms. She had not been ill in the morning, no changes on her body. It was not possible that this test would be positive. She felt guilty for telling Robert, now he was all excited and hoping on a little one, and here she was going to disappoint him. She should have kept it to herself, this was selfish of her.

"I am sorry." She muttered.

Robert's head shot in her direction. "For what?"

"What if this test is negative?"

"Then we will go on and wait for the time that we are ready for it and want to start our own family."

"You think we are not ready for it?"

"I am not saying that my dear. I only say that if this is a falls alarm, that it does not matter. Than we will have to wait for the day we are going for it."

"I should not have told you, now you are hoping for a little one, that is probably not growing inside of me."

"Stop this sweetheart. I am glad you shared this with me, now we can do this test together. When the test is positive, we will be happy. When the test is negative, we also will be happy. We have each other and the day for our own little on will come."

Cora looked down at the ground. She heard Robert's words, but she could not believe he meant it. The way his eyes started twinkling when she mentioned that she could be pregnant, made her scared for a negative test.

She was shaken from her mussing by the alarm of Robert's phone. "It is time, do we look together or do you want to look first?" He asked.

"We should look together." Cora answered.

Robert took the test from the counter and turned it towards them. The strip showed just one line. "Not pregnant." Robert said softly.

"Not pregnant." Cora repeated in a choked-up voice.

"We will start trying for a little one for real. You could stop taking the pill and we will try harder."

Cora felt a tear drip over her cheek.

Robert put his hands on her cheeks and softly kissed the tear away. "Our little one will come. This is just not the time. And this only means we can practice a lot more, before our time is taking away by a little one."

This comment made Cora smile a bit. "I love practicing with you."

Robert kissed the tip of Cora's nose. "The good news is you can drink as much wine as you want tonight."

"I will do that. I will definitely do that." She pressed her lips on Robert's once more. "I love you so much." She murmured against his lips.

[thatdreadbitch]

Two Umbrellas

My @hatboyexchange gift for @comeoniwantacoolname Fandom: Mass Effect Pairing: Female Shepard/Jeff "Joker" Moreau Rating: General Audiences Summary: Angela Shepard and Joker try to have a redo of their sushi restaurant date years after the war in their apartment. Words: 1017 Thank you @sephraem and @dramaqueenharley for being amazing beta-readers. ~~

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Joker carefully set the souffle on the side table to cool. He still had some time before Angela got back to the apartment from her errands around the Citadel. The least he could do was surprise her with her favorite birthday dinner since he couldn't join her on the errands. The strain on his bones while his hoverchair was in the repair shop was too much sometimes and this week was one of those weeks.

Two loud barks from the other room snapped him out of his thoughts. Before he had the time to react to the large border collie barrelling into the room, he heard the sound of the apartment door opening and closing before the dog climbed up onto the chair, knocked over the pan onto the floor, and began running around Angela as she entered the apartment with a few bags in her arms, continuing to bark excitedly while circling around the apartment.

“Penguin.” He groaned, carefully picking up the pan with the kitchen towel and scooping the ruined souffle into the garbage can. He couldn't hide the frown that formed. The one thing he had to show Ange just how perfect he saw her as and it was now ruined. 

“What’s the matter, Joker?” Ange asked, walking closer to the mess that Penguin had made.

”I just . . . I wanted this dinner to be perfect - you know, like you - to make up for how things turned out at the sushi place all those years ago.“

“Jeff, you don't need to try so hard to make things perfect for me. Just be yourself. Besides, the sushi place wasn't your fault.” Her soft laugh was angelic to his ears as she walked over to the stove. ”So, what are you cooking for dinner tonight?“

”I’m making some Yakisoba fried rice and I’ve got chicken in the oven, I would have ordered it to go but the restaurant was shut down for maintenance. They said something about wanting to install reinforced glass around the fish tank they have.“

“Need some help?”

“Relax, I can handle it. That is unless Penguin decides he wants to help. Besides, it’s your birthday and you deserve to not have to worry about cooking. If anyone in this Galaxy has earned a break it’s you.” He half-joked. Sometimes he wondered how he was so lucky to have gotten so many chances with her already, even if he knew too well the need to cherish every moment with the people he cared about. 

The dog whined and tilted his head at him snapping Joker out of his thoughts.

“Oh don’t give me that, Penguin. The puppy dog eyes might work on Hilary or Ange but I see right through them. You’re not going to get any extra treats from me.” The dog whined again, lowering his head to the floor and walking out of the room. “Oh  . . . fine, come here.” Joker set aside the food he was working on to take a few dog treats out of the cabinet and put them on the floor for the dog. “Don’t pretend I never gave you anything though.” The dog barked happily, running up to him and licking his fingers before eating the treats off the floor and running back into the living room. “Master manipulator that one.” Joker went to wash his hands after cleaning up the rest of the souffle that Penguin had decided to decorate the floor with.

“Jeff . . .”

“Yes, Ange?”

“I think you're burning the rice.”

“Shit shit shit.” He muttered, carefully hurrying over to move the skillet off the stovetop. He'd been so distracted. “First, you become the savior of the Galaxy and now the savior of this apartment . .  and dinner.”  He tried not to laugh, stirring the rice in the pan to prevent it from burning.

“Distracted?”

“With someone like you, gee I wonder why I would be distracted.” he mused. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” She set some of the bags she had brought with her on the counter.  “You focus on the rice and chicken, I’ll make the lemon curd-filled lemon cupcakes we both love.”

“Aye Aye Smoochbunny, I think we still have some of that blueberry frosting, assuming Penguin hasn't gotten into it in his quest to sabotage all human desserts so that he can steal your attention.” He joked, taking the chicken out of the oven so Angela could put the cupcakes in. “Any update from Hilary on when the repairs on the farm will be finished? I think Penguin is only getting into trouble because he’s starting to go a little stir-crazy. I think his breed of dogs needs a lot of exercise.”

“She says they should be finished by the end of the week.”

They continued to talk while the cupcakes cooked and he made the plates for both of them. 

“By the way, Ange, Happy Birthday.” Joker kissed her cheek as he walked towards the table with both plates of food and set them down before returning to the kitchen to retrieve some glasses for their drinks. “I know I already said it today but I wanted to say it again.”Joker poured the Gin and tonic into the glasses before taking a seat while Angela set the cupcakes out on the counter to cool. “There, now everything's perfect . . . wait.“ He got up to go to the other room and fetch the single rose in a vase he had gotten for this dinner and placed it on the table. ”Okay. Now it's perfect.“

”Wait. Let me add something.“ Angela smiled widely, took something out of one of the shopping bags, and held it up. It was a small pack of little paper parasols. ”Since I remembered you wanted them last time. She opened two of them up and put them in his drink before placing one into hers. “There. Now it's perfect.”

“Two Umbrellas? Wow, I can't believe you remembered something like that.” Joker reached for his drink and raised his glass to hers. “To us, and hoping that the third time we save the Galaxy it stays saved on its own.”

[angst-king]

Monster by Definition pt 2

(CW mention of starvation/ED & panic attack)

It had almost two weeks since she had been brought to the castle. Two weeks of sleeping, crying, or being lost in thought. Two weeks of coming to grips with what has happened. Two weeks of denial, in hopes her wings would come back and she could fly her way back to heaven.

“Knock knock, you decent?”

She jumped hearing Lucifer’s voice, she still hadn’t gotten used to the fact she was in the king of hell’s castle. It still surprised her that the man hadn’t come around much less try anything with her. What did he want now?

“Come in” The door creaked open and in walked Lucifer, much shorter than she expected, and holding a tray in hand.

“Glad to see you’re sounding a bit better, you’ve got your voice back, and you’re not as pale as the first time I saw you.” He says with a soft smile and setting the tray down in front of her.

“Wh-whats this?” The angel asked, curiously staring at the food in front of her.

“Just breakfast, you haven’t eaten since you got here, and well two weeks is way too long to go without food.” Furrowing her brows she looked at him warily and shrugged muttering.

“I’ve gone longer” “You don’t have to eat everything, but you need something on your stomach, Without it you won't heal well.” Looking back down at the tray, she was still confused, there had to be some strings attached to this. She was never just given food like this without any sort of trade deal or without it being taken.

“You…you didn’t do anything to it?” There was a soft chuckle that came from the demon king who sat himself down in a spare chair.

“No no, if you’re thinking I’m trying to poison you, sadly you’re mistaken. I’m not into that whole make you give up your soul and do my bidding for eternity for selfish wants thing.” Then there was a soft growling and clattering noise. Lucifer looked up to see the exorcist shoveling food into her mouth. Lucifer knew it had been a long time since she’d eaten but was still concerned over the way she hovered over the plate like an animal protecting their kill.

“Ey ey careful, don’t want you to choke or make yourself sick.” He warned gently, he watched as she swallowed what was in her mouth and wiped her mouth with her hand. Thankfully she slowed down a little much to his relief.

“Damn I knew you’d be hungry but, I really underestimated ya kid.” At first, the angel didn’t seem to like the name ‘kid’ but she straightened up when she realized Lucifer was an immortal being who’d definitely been around much longer than her.

“So, you got a name, young angel?” The angel almost dropped the piece of pancake she had in her hands and shrugged. This made Lucifer raise a brow.

“Did my brothers not name you when they created you? I’m surprised to know Adam hadn’t given you one either.” “H-how did you know?” “Lilith told me.” The angel sighed and answered the original question.

“Most of them called me a monster…’the monster’ or ‘machine’….Sir Raphael and Gabriel called me ‘little creation’…” The light from the angel’s golden eyes became dim, Lucifer sighed.

“Those two were never the best at naming things….Ey look kid, I know that I don’t know much about you or what you’ve been through but. I wanna help you.”

“Help me?” She echoed back confusedly.

“Yes, I want to do what I can to help you.” “I-I don’t need help…what I need is to get back into heaven.” “And how are you gonna do that?” She shrugged and gulped down the water she was given.

“Once my wings grow back, I’ll fly my way back.” Another laugh came from Lucifer as he adjusted himself in his chair.

“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, kid but. By the time you get your wings back, it’ll be too late. They don’t just get ripped out and regenerate at the snap of your fingers.” Her face scrunched up with anger, shaking her head as her hands balled into fists.

“No I have to get back up there, I can’t stay here. I can’t fail again, I have to get back to heaven! It's my fault I’m down here. I can’t wait that long, I have to go back!” Her voice trembled as well as her body. Her hands started to tangle and yank at her silver hair as her breathing became ragged. Lucifer could see her panicking and quickly got up from his seat.

“Hey hey it’s okay, you’re not a failure, things happen.” Continuing to shake her head, the exorcist curled away from Lucifer as she clawed and yanked at her hair. Lucifer stood back, he wanted to help but was unsure of how. He just stood and listened as she cried herself through a panic attack.

“My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, it’s all my fault.” She frantically repeated over and over. Lucifer felt useless as he watched the poor thing spiral, though relief came when Lilith entered and sprung into action.

Once again Lilith pulled the exorcist into a gentle embrace, though this time singing softly. At first, Lucifer didn’t think it would work, however, in the next minute, her hands went from clenched in her hair to weakly holding onto Lilith’s wrist. Her panic repetition slowed down to a stop. This time she wouldn’t let Lilith go, almost like a scared child hanging onto their mother. Lucifer figured this was the first woman in the angel’s life that was ever this kind to her. Lilith didn’t seem to mind this as she gently brushed her fingers through the angel’s greyish-white hair. The ends and roots seemed to be darkening slowly, as were her arms, going from an almost stark white to a dark gray.

One day Lucifer dropped a book in the angel’s lap.

“Wh-what’s this?” she asked, Lucifer smiled and replied teasingly.

“Well kid, I gotta know what to call ya if you’re gonna stay here.” Her hands brushed over the book, reading over the title. ‘Book of names’.

“I-..I get to pick it myself?” “Yeah, ya do.” A small smile curled at her lips as she cracked open the book, and flipped through the pages. Lucifer stayed for a while before leaving her be and went to spend time with Lilith. Finding his wife in the kitchen drinking her coffee he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hello, Lili Flower~” He purred sweetly, Lilith giggled feeling her husband nuzzling into her back.

“Morning, Luci, how are you?” “I’m alright, what about you, my love?” “Quite well, so how is the angel doing?” “She’s alright, I gave her that book so she could pick out a name.” “That’s good” Lilith eventually turned around and pulled Lucifer into a loving kiss. The demon king kissed back tasting the coffee on Lilith’s lips.

“I see you’re trying out that coffee Ozzie made.” “Mhm, and must I say, it’s definitely working.” She smiled while going back to her mug. “Good, I’d hope so. Anyways, got any plans for the day?” “Hm no, I don’t have anything scheduled. Though I was thinking about taking her out of the castle, maybe to the park or stores?” Lucifer nodded at this idea.

“I think that would be good, she hasn’t been outside in a while. Plus I was thinking maybe offering the redemption thing since she’s rather hellbent on getting back into heaven. Though I won't if you think it's too soon.” Lilith shrugged and took a swig of her drink.

“It won't hurt to offer it up, I believe she knows deep down she can’t get back into heaven, and if she were to she’d get even more hurt. But she’s clinging onto the only place she’s ever known.” “I can’t say I blame her, she’s been through horrific things I’m sure-” The sound of soft footsteps pattering against the floor echoed through the castle and made their way to the kitchen.

“E-excuse me?” The angel’s voice called out, turning their heads to see the young exorcist standing on the threshold holding the book Lucifer had given her.

“Oh hi, dear, have you picked out a name?” Asked Lilith, she nods shyly and hands the book back.

“Ph-Pheobe” Both husband and wife shared a fond smile, as they praised her choices.

“That’s a pretty name” “Oh yeah, it has a similar meaning to Lucifer’s” Phoebe looked curiously at Lucifer when they mentioned the meanings.

“Lucifer means bringer of light, or bright, similar to Pheobe which means radian, pure, or bright.” “You’re good at picking names, kid” This made Pheobe blush lightly as she fiddled with the robe she was dressed in.

“Th-thank you” “You’re welcome. Hey, we were thinking about going out today, would you like to come with us?” Phoebe seemed confused by this offer, why were they wanting to take her out? Wouldn’t they want to keep her hidden from others? Why would the queen and king of hell want to be seen with someone like her?

“A-are you sure?” “Yes, you haven’t been out in a while and you need new clothes, so I think it's perfect,” Lilith reassured softly, Phoebe stalled a response before agreeing to go along. Lucifer made breakfast as the other two got dressed. Since Pheobe hardly had any clothes Lilith came in with a dress of her own.

“It might be a bit big on you but, I think you’ll like it.” It was a short black dress that reached to her knees and covered her back. Looking at herself in the mirror, Phoebe’s expression remained neutral. She didn’t know how to feel, on the one side she was grateful and it felt nice to be in something so pretty. On the other hand, she was still wondering when the dice would fall, when the coins would be cashed in, and what they would want from her in return.

“You’re very pretty, you know.” “Y-you think?” Lilith nodded as she adjusted the dress and started to brush Pheobe’s hair out.

“Wh-why is my hair so dark?” The roots and ends were darkening day by day and climbed to meet each other. Lilith knew Pheobe wouldn’t take the news well but she couldn’t lie to her.

“It can happen sometimes when you stay in hell. Some people’s appearances will change.” She explained she wasn’t going to fully tell her she was becoming a demon, knowing it was too soon. Phoebe seemed to take the answer well enough, nodding quietly. When Lilith had finished, they went down to meet Lucifer at the front to begin their day out.

This would be the first time Pheobe had ever fully seen Hell or well at least Hell’s pride ring. Phoebe was nervous to venture out, not knowing whether any of the demons would recognize her as an exorcist. Most of them didn’t seem to pay any mind. She remained close to Lilith and Lucifer who guided her around. They went into many shops, and many were curious as to why the king and Queen of hell had a random girl following them around but most didn’t inquire openly. Sticking to their corners and whispering amongst themselves.

This place was much larger than expected and a lot redder. Not to mention not as chaotic as she had thought. Sure you’d see a gang of sinners doing something devious but, most people were just going about their day. Going on walks, getting food, and groceries, or cleaning up.

“This place is much calmer than I expected” Phoebe commented quietly as she kept up with Lucifer and Lilith.

“It can get chaotic a lot of the time but it's hell that’s so be expected though, most times it can be pretty docile with a few crazies getting their murderous fix in.” Lilith replied, maybe this place wasn’t so bad?

[willymontana]

So, the last 10 minutes of season 2 really fuck me up. So bad, in fact, that I even created a playlist based on that scene alone. In my delusional mind, these songs represent Crowley's feelings after that fiasco with a sprinkle of Aziraphale's P.O.V. Basically, it's fanfiction but with music. I even went as far as categorizing the songs after the 5 stages of grief.

And the text below? Just think of it as context for the songs and the story I'm trying to tell.

Now, without futher ado, just sit back, relax and enjoy as I present to you

"Ineffable Suffering"

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We start out with 3 songs from "Anger", Crowley was furious, fuming. He had tried everything to win his angel over and still failed, miserably. After all of the shenanigans they've been through, Azira still chose heaven over him. Why? They could've had their happy ending! How could Aziraphale be so easily blinded by heaven? Did they brainwash him or has the demon read the room wrong the entire time. That, in reality, he never had any real interest in Crowley and all the things they shared were just lies, a pity act put up by the goody two shoes angel. Well, no matter what the actual reason was, one thing for sure is that Crowley is driving far away from London because everything reminds him of Aziraphale. Everything hurts like it's death by a thousand cuts and it was the angel's fault, he decides. But then, he actually takes the time to rethink the situation and nothing makes sense.

Moving on to "Denial", Crowley couldn't make heads or tails of this, what was the reason that they can't fall in love and be together? Crowley had been with Aziraphale through the ups and downs, saving him from sticky situations, laughing, and dining with him at the Ritz.

He then reminisces back to the early years of their relationship, even when they first met when he was an angel, there was an instant connection. And after he had turned into a demon, nothing really changed between them, surprisingly. As time went on, they grew closer and closer and before he knew it, he was falling fast, even if he didn't want to admit it. So when Crowley grabbed and kissed Aziraphale, he was unleashing everything he felt about the angel over the past 6000 years. He was desperately pleading with Aziraphale to stay with him and think about what could be if they were together. Turns out, it was their first and also probably their last kiss as well.

Next up is "Bargaining". Maybe it was his reluctance to admit his feelings, maybe he didn't make his intention clear enough, or maybe he should've shown more signs. Either way, if he gets the chance to redo everything, Crowley would take it. He would love Aziraphale more, and care for him more. He would make Aziraphale stay and his angel wouldn't be the one that got away.

But nothing can turn back time, and he gotta accept that perhaps, they were wrong for each other. He and Azira were not meant to be because angels as sweet, kind, clumsy, and lovable as him couldn't possibly love a demon like Crowley, and the sooner he lets go of him, the better. However, he couldn't seems to get the angel out of his head.

"Depression" sees Crowley struggling to move on. The thought of the angel haunts his mind daily. Why can't he scratch Aziraphale out, he already made it clear that "fixing" heaven was much more important than being on their own side, so why can't he let him go? WHAT is it about him that makes it so GODDAMN hard for Crowley to forget? It is the angel's eyes and smiles, his bubbly and also sassy attitude, his love for food, his Gavotte dance, his terrible magic shows, his obsession with collecting books. But most important of all, it is the affection the angel had shown him. He blames Aziraphale for caring about him, going on lunch dates with him, and sticking by his side just to throw it all away when heaven came knocking on his door. No, if Crowley has the chance to go back, he would stay away from Aziraphale, he would make sure that their paths would never cross, anything to make the current torment disappear. Aziraphale has tricked him into believing he at least had a friend, someone who he could trust and now he is suffering from the wound inside his heart. Oh how he HATES Aziraphale for that, for making him regret his entire life choices, for causing him so much pain, he just CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

And then somewhere up above, Aziraphale is watching with sadness blooming all over his face. He is no good angel, he had left Crowley all alone down on Earth. The truth is that he does love the demon, so much. He had wanted to return the kiss, to hold him closer and never let him go. But he has a duty, and it's to regenerate heaven and make sure the place lives up to its name. Oh if only Crowley had accepted his offer to come back as an angel, then they could be together while working to fix heaven. But at last, both of them had made their choices and now, Aziraphale could only send out his apology, telling Crowley how sorry he is for hurting him, for not returning his love, and for basically walking out on him. He hopes that one day, he will be able to find someone better, someone who deserves to be called his angel.

Throughout his rage, Crowley hears Aziraphale. His eyes start to water as he accepts that he could really never hate Aziraphale even if he tries to, he just loves him too much. All the memories of him and his angel, he would cherish and keep locked inside his heart forever. And though it might still ache deeply now, Crowley knows that someday, he would be able to put Aziraphale in the past but could never truly forget about him.

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The last 2 songs on this playlist all fall into the "Acceptance" stage and take place in the future (or what I would like to call my headcanon for season 3).

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In "I Almost Do", Crowley has finally been able to move on from Aziraphale but not without any trouble. He missed his angel like crazy and has tried from time to time again to reach out to him. But he knew heaven was corrupted and it would have gone against everything he stands for if he did decide to give in. So, while he may have successfully withstood the temptation, he couldn't recall how many times he almost gave up and contacted Azira.

Finally, my playlist ends with "Back to December" and it's in Aziraphale's P.O.V. As a twist of fate, heaven had tricked Aziraphale. They were just using him and his knowledge on mankind in an attempt to restart armageddon. This leads to Crowley and Aziraphale having to work together again to save the day. And in the end, before Crowley gets the chance to slip away unnoticed, Aziraphale catches up to him and apologizes for real this time. Tears are rolling down his eyes as he tries to make amends with Crowley. He was an idiot for ignoring Crowley's warnings and outcry. He was stupid for believing in heaven's words, and he shouldn't have betrayed the demon's love for him. He knows he probably fucks up any chance he has left with Crowley but still, he would love to go off and spend eternity with him, to be the angel that he has always loved again, if he let him.

The end... Or so you think.

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Because I like to torture myself with angst, "I Almost Do" and "Back To December" can easily switch places. And if that is the case, then it means that...

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Crowley has denied Aziraphale's wish and they go their separate ways. In the end, both have got their own places and their own lives. But memories of each other still spring up in their minds every once in a while as they contemplate whether or not they should pick up the phone and give this star-crossed love another try.

End of story, officially.

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Now, I tried my hardest to explain my song choices and the meaning behind each one of them but my crappy writing has its limit. So maybe check out this playlist if you have a minute and actually experience good writing from talented artists to help guide you through this story. Then maybe, let me know which ending you choose, which song would you've switched the stages to, and what you think about it.

P.S. If anyone is wondering why a few stages of grief get repeated throughout the story then the answer to that is celestial beings are weird and that's how it works.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My Thoughts If It Turns Out Lucifer Is A Terrible Dad To Charlie...

[Note: Don’t Have To Read This, It Is Optional...also besides talking about Lucifer and Charlie Morningstar, it also talks about some other stuff as well...

Also Don’t Reblog Without Permission.]  

if it turns out that Lucifer Morningstar is a terrible dad to Charlie, and even belittles her dreams of helping those who can be redeemed, and he goes so far as heartless name calling....

he would kind of make me glad that my own Dad wasn’t really around, well him, and my Soul-Dad to where half of my very being is fragmented from...

I mean it could still be possible I’m a fusion of different fragments coming together as one....though, it’s okay not everyone believes that...

is it weird I would want to either flip Charlie’s Dad the double bird...?

or punch him in the groin for his insensitive foolishness if it turns out he is being mean to Charlie...? don’t know if that would be canon, but what if it does turn out that way...?

and I just cracked/pop my knuckles...if it were possible I would slap him...

even if it is just thoughts, but still...

Charlie wants to help people, and while I do believe that not every one of the sinner demons can be redeemed, and would possibly go to the Double-Hell,

which might actually be a place, well in the ficto-universe...

so Angel mentioning it as a joke, might not really be a joke at all.

I mean I do have a theory that Hollow-Earth might actually be a Afterlife,

and the planet we call “Earth” might actually be named after it.

and for all we know the first ever generation Earth Angels, who might of been Hollow-Earth Angels, might of been Angels of the Hollow-Earth.

even if Greg Universe is something in the Gray, at least he does care about his son....but he still shouldn’t of made sure that Steven’s Human Half & Gem Half got the proper care, he never put Steven in school or gave him a home tutor when he became rich, and he could of had Steven take online classes...

oh and let’s not forget, that even I can agree with Connie’s Mom in not being pleased with how Greg had never once taken Steven to the doctor...

and Steven is right about Greg, that he is just as bad as Steven’s Mom.

but even if we can like the good parts of Greg and Rose, it still doesn’t excuse them for the terrible things they done, plus it is still possible Greg wasn’t seeing the full picture....when it came to his parents.

in theory, I still believe that one of Greg’s parents or both, may have suffered from very sensitivity to their hearing, I forgot what it is called, but I know it has something to do with very loud noise causing pain and displeasure, and the reason why he wasn’t allowed to have any music, might have to do with him ignoring one of the rules that his parents made, that being not to have the music up to a very high volume.

he has also been, possibly ungrateful to his parents, and while they might of been unfair at times, some of their reasons might of been understandable.

such as the curfews and chaperons, it might of been for his own safety, it could be possible that back during Greg’s younger days, their neighborhood would at times become dangerous and it only become less so some years later...

their having him take up wrestling, was likely for self-defense, so he would be better protected in case he stayed out way late and had a run in to any danger.

while Greg believes he is fully the victim and his parents were just being unfair and controlling, I don’t believe he was seeing the full picture.

and what can make his parents unfair, is that they never properly explain to Greg why they gave him certain foods and rules....

so in other words, both Greg & His Parents are at fault.

even King Asgore & Former Queen Toriel (but becomes Queen again in The Queen Toriel Ending Timeline.) have made mistakes as parents, when they don’t properly watch their two children and make sure no harm comes to them.

and Toriel shouldn’t fully blame Asgore for what happen to the human children.

because if it is true that she let them go outside to the ruins...

then she is still partly responsible, not just the monsters who caught and even took the souls of those humans....

what can make Toriel from Deltarune a Bad Mother, is that she might be ignoring the fact that her own adoptive child, Kris...might be having depression.

it might be possible that no one in the Hometown that Kris is living in, can even tell that they are depressed, or if some do, they probably choose to ignore it.

it might not help that some are bragging about how great Kris’s brother is, this might also make them feel they can never be as great or wonderful as him.

it might also come from their divorced parents as well, but it might be possible that it isn’t as bad with Asgore, but might be so with Toriel, who could make her own child feel worse when she says “why can’t you be more like Asriel, Kris..?”

not sure if she would ever say that in the canon of the game.

being told to be like your sibling all the time, and it seeming like the other sibling is getting some form of favoritism, might not help the confidence of the one that is being compared to their sibling.

it could be possible that Kris started to close themselves off before the Player came along, because they were always being either bullied, or mocked behind their back or told by their own Mom that they should be more like Asriel.

also when the new chapters of Deltarune do come out, I think I will be happy to just watch walkthroughs of the chapters, and just be happy with the two chapters so far that I can play, and maybe wait until all the chapters are in a game card in a Nintendo Switch Game Case....but until that happens, I can just enjoy other fans play the future chapters...                                       

and I wouldn’t be surprised that Charlie will reach a breaking point because of her Dad....there might be a line he shouldn’t cross when it comes to what she is trying to do.

and like the old saying goes....

Hell Has No Fury Like A Woman’s Scorn...

so he should be careful not to cross a very dangerous line, lest he feels his own daughter’s unbridled true wrath unleash upon him....

I think my pendulum might be pulling a prank on me again,

I decided to try to ask Archeia Amethystia (also known as Holy Amethyst.)

if I’m a descendant of Lucifer’s Twin Flame, and I was suspecting a “No”

but instead of giving a “No”, it ended up giving a “Yes”.....

I mean I couldn’t help but have the those thoughts pop into my head, I guess after wondering about if her name is Archeia Lucille, but then the idea that “Lucille” might be her nickname, and her full name might be Lucillea.

maybe I should break out the food salt again, because for all I know, it could be a prank....while I can believe that my pendulum can give truthful answers, other times it can pull pranks.....like each time it gave me a “Yes” about the Aliens from Mass Effect being Real In Real Life, that only gets my hopes up...

 even if that were true, about the whole Descendant Of Archeia Lucillea...

so what, does that make Charlie Morningstar my Ficto-Family...? lol

well “Ficto-Family” can go in different ways, like ficto-adoption and the type where there is a ficto-character that is based on a real person who is either your ancestor or a distant cousin...

and well Dracula is based on a real person, who turns out to be my distant half-cousin, we have the same paternal ancestor but the said paternal ancestor had two different wives, and he is a descendant of one wife, while I and my family are the descendants of the other....

so I could basically view Mavis, her son Dennis from Hotel Transylvania and even Draculaura from Monster High as Ficto-Cousins, because they are family to the different ficto-counterparts of the real life dracula who inspired the ficto-vampire Dracula.

even the Dracula from that new Renfield Movie....

is it weird to want to tell that version of Dracula these words, that is very known by Grif who tells the same thing to his sister, Kai....

“Don’t Embarrass The Family!”

at least Drac, Mavis’s Dad, has a good heart....

hopefully I can see that Renfield Movie sometime.                           

I do wonder if Lucifer did cross a line that might make Charlie really REALLY super unhappy, would she end up flipping him off or giving him a groin punch....that would be awesome if that happen. XD

but only if it turns out he is a bad dad, and not the type of “bad dad” meaning a cool dad who gives that whole “bad boy vibe”....

it is possible that both Charlie’s parents are terrible parents, even if Lilith might turn out to be in the gray, meaning she can be a terrible mother at times but other times she can be very loving and supportive and she might not know she can be neglectful at times, but if she does find out, she might try to do better for her daughter’s sake...

anyway maybe I can talk more about this another time, and hopefully we can get a view on how Lucifer will act in front of Charlie, to see if some theories are true or not, if he is a good dad or a bad dad....

and no matter the Lucifer in the real or the ficto-universe that has different counterparts of him...

I am still going to view that song “We Are Never Getting Back Together”

by Taylor Swift, making Lucifer and Archeia Lucillea....

my pendulum could still be pranking me about his twin flame though...

I can try to see about using food salt later or whenever to stop it from pulling that kind of prank....anyway I think in the next post I can talk about some video game theories, maybe FNAF or Undertale/Deltarune.                                  

[obeythedemons]

When his heart first skipped a beat [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

"No," MC stood their ground in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and told them to move once more. "I'm not moving, you need your rest." They spread their arms out as if their body would be enough to stop him. "I'm going to take care of your brothers, you go to bed."

"Who do you think you are ordering me around? You don't have a pact with me," he lowered his voice in an attempt to intimidate them.

"Your friend," MC replied, not at all scared of him. Instead, they looked up at him with a look that made him want to take a step back.

He felt his heart squeeze and his eyes widened at the sensation. He shook his head. Perhaps the exhaustion was giving him heart palpitations.

"Fine," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But once I wake up, things had better be in order."

Mammon

"I don't want to make a pact with him like this, Levi," he heard MC talking in the kitchen. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to eavesdrop.

"I want my money back, MC," Levi whined. "If you make a pact with him you can force him to give it back to me."

"But forcing someone to do something isn't right," MC protested.

"If he forms the pact with you, then that's his fault!"

"But holding Goldie hostage?" Mammon's eyes widened at the thought of his credit card being found. He peeked around the corner, seeing MC chipping away at the ice block surrounding his precious card.

"Just do it, MC," Levi said with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't want to use Mammon like that," MC murmured, sadness evident on their face. He felt his heart squeeze at the sight of someone not wanting to treat him like the scumbag he is. Taking a deep breath, he sauntered into the kitchen. Maybe he'd let them think they'd form a pact with him just for Goldie.

Leviathan

"Hey Levi!" he heard MC's voice from behind his door. He rolled his eyes and shared a look with Henry 2.0.

"Password?" Levi called back, going back to gaming.

"I-I don't know it," he heard MC mutter. "I-sorry, I just wanted to see if you wanted to watch some anime from the human world with me?"

His fingers froze as they were keying out commands to his character. With a sigh, he paused the game and dragged himself to the door. He looked at them, expecting them to laugh at his face.

"Human world anime?" he questioned.

"Uhuh," MC grinned and held up a disc set. "It's my favorite one."

"W-wait!" Leviathan took a step back. "You like anime?"

MC tilted their head to the side. "Well, yeah?"

He gulped. His heart skipped a beat before pounding away heavily.

Satan

"Just put it on, MC," Asmo cooed. "I promise he'll love it."

"I don't know," MC sounded reluctant.

With a sigh, Satan looked up from his book to Asmo's closet where the other two were. "What are you trying to make MC do, Asmo?"

"Oh hush!" Asmo stuck his head out of the closet. "You'll see in just a second!" Asmo winked at Satan before heading back in. "Just wear it, MC! Please!"

He heard MC let out an exasperated breath of air followed by Asmo's cheering. Asmo sauntered out of the closet with a wide grin on his face, but when he looked at Satan that grin turned mischievous.

Satan narrowed his eyes at him. "What did you do?" Before Asmo could answer, Satan's attention was diverted to the soft footsteps of MC leaving the closet. His eyes widened, his heart skipped several beats to where he was wondering if he was dying, he felt a rush of heat spread across his face.

"Do they look stupid?" MC questioned, adjusting the cat ears they were wearing.

"They look fine," Satan answered quickly, burying his face in his book, but unable to read with the image of MC stuck in his face.

Asmodeus

He smiled seductively at the camera before hitting a snack. After the photo was taken, he hummed with content as he looked it over. Perfect angle. Perfect lighting. Perfect model. It was a perfect photo, but for some reason, he had no desire to post it on Devilgram. Not, his desire was to share it with one person.

"And send," he spoke, sending his selfie to MC.

It only took a few seconds before they responded.

MC: !!!!!

MC: It's not fair how beautiful you are!

Asmo chuckled before typing away.

Asmo: Let me see how cute you are <3

It took a couple of seconds before a photo popped up. Asmo let a snort come out. He hid his face with his hands from the rather unattractive noise that just came out.

He peaked at the photo of MC making the most unattractive face possible. He burst out laughing, his heart dancing about happily.

Beelzebub

He had just gotten back from practice and starving was an understatement. He was sweating, his hands were shaking, he felt nauseated, he felt like he was going to die from his hypoglycemic episode. He stumbled into the kitchen, searching desperately for food.

"Beel! Perfect timing," he faintly heard MC's voice call, but he couldn't see them. His vision was getting blurry. "Beel?" Their voice sounded concerned. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus, but the hunger was becoming too much.

"Food," he managed to get out as he put most of his body weight on the kitchen counter. He was getting dizzy.

A couple of seconds later, he felt something press up against his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed whatever it was. There was more. This time, he noticed it was sweet and he chewed it. It was crunchy.

His vision started to focus back. He looked down seeing MC frown up at him. They held a batch of cookies in their hands.

"Are you okay?" they asked quietly. Beel nodded his head, eyeing the other cookie. MC let out a breath of relief before they handed him another. He happily ate it, savoring the sweet taste. "Do they taste okay? I baked them just for you?"

Beel's heart thumped heavily. "Just for me?" he questioned with his mouth fool. He swallowed the cookies and smiled happily. "They taste amazing!"

Belphegor

"Belphie," he heard a distant voice call to him. Although, this voice didn't seem to be too distant, just in the realm of the waking. "Belphie, if you sleep here you'll catch get cold."

Belphie reached his arms out and tightly gripped the person shaking his shoulder. They yelped as he brought them close to him. His arms wrapped around them.

"Then keep me warm," he retorted. He buried his face in their chest. He froze when he inhaled. It wasn't the sent of his brothers, but someone else.

He peaked his eyes opened, seeing MC close to him. His heart thumped heavily at MC's bewildered expression. With a yawn, he sat up, acting like he wasn't affected by MC's scent. It was comforting, warm.

Diavolo

MC was sitting at his desk while he finished up some paperwork. He had expected to be finished with them by the time MC got there, but alas, here he was.

"Lord Diavolo?" MC questioned, drawing the demon prince of Hell from his work.

"Yes, MC?"

"Do you like being called Lord Diavolo?" He looked up at them, seeing them look off to the side, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"I suppose if I had friends, I wouldn't want them to call me Lord Diavolo."

MC pouted, their lips sticking out. "You don't consider us friends?"

Diavolo's eyes widened. A painful sensation burst from his heart, though he wouldn't call it unpleasant. In fact, he wanted to feel it again.

"I would very much like to consider us friends."

"Good, Dia," MC grinned widely at him, making his heart flutter once more.

Barbatos

He was looking everywhere for the human. Somehow, they had gotten separated at the market. Something had caught his eye and he wandered off, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the same thing also happened with MC.

"Help!" he heard the human screech. His eyes widened as he sprinted to where the scream came from. A demon was towering over their form, salivating at the sight of the human's soul.

With a flick of his wrist, the demon was sent flying through a wall. Barbatos grabbed MC's hand and dragged them away from the alleyway they were trapped in.

"Are you hurt?" Barbatos asked once they were a distance away. His eyes trailed over MC's form, looking for any scratches or bruises.

"No," MC mumbled, looking down shamefully.

Barbatos frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I..." MC sighed. "I ruined our trip to the market together, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Barbatos shook his head. "All that matters is that you're not injured."

MC gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Barbatos." They paused for a moment. "Oh! That's right." They dug through their bag. "I bought this for you. It's not much, but I wanted to thank you for bringing me here today." Barbatos's eyes landed on a bouquet of lilacs. "They're flowers from the human realm! I was surprised to see them here."

Barbatos felt his cheeks heat up and his heart dance about. Lilacs, the flowers indicating the first sign of love.

Simeon

"And how have you been adjusting here?" Simeon questioned as he took a sip of his tea. He smiled kindly at MC. "I know it's been a couple of months now, but a lot has happened since then."

"It has," MC nodded. "To be honest, I was surprised to actually meet some demons and a couple of angels, I didn't know what to think. Humans have some pre-conceived notions on angels and demons, but seeing as I've never met one, I didn't want to let that cloud my judgment."

Simeon chuckled. "That's a very diplomatic way of seeing things."

MC shook their head. "I didn't do it to try and protect myself or get anything from any of you, I wanted to get to know all of you for who you are, not what you are. And after I got to know you, I wanted to be your friend!"

Simeon smiled brightly at MC, loving the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at their kindness.

Solomon

"Just hold still for a moment," Solomon warned as he glanced at his book. "Alright, let me just...." He trailed off into muttering the encantation. His eyes flickered off from the book to where MC was standing in the circle. "How are you feeling?"

MC blinked at him. Their eyes drooping shut. "Tired." Their knees buckled and they started to fall forward. Cursing, Solmon rushed forward and caught them in his arms before they could hit the wooden blanks below.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, manipulating their body so he could look at their face.

They gave him a lopsided grin. "Just need...some sleep. But the encantation should help with insomnia," MC yawned. Their eyes drifting shut. "But maybe not with relaxing, this is a bit...too much." MC turned and buried their face in his chest. "Protect me while I sleep?"

Solomon's face turned a bright red. He adjusted MC a bit so that he was able to hold them tightly against him. "Of course, I'll always protect you." He ignored the wild hammering in his chest, opting to look after his fellow human.

[artemis32]

How about hc of yandere dad hansu seong with daughter reader since he'll be a protective duo along with taehooon?

Platonic Yandere Hansu Seong I

Listen, I'm the biggest simp for this man - but if you want something platonic, then platonic it is - sorry its a bit shorter than usual, my brain is struggling

I’m finally done with my exams, thank goodness (here’s hoping I won’t have to rewrite anything) - that being said, I’m finishing up with all the asks and requests previously sent, so feel free to send in more :))

To top off my good mood, winter has officially arrived and I'm preparing to hibernate for a few weeks

My milestone event is open now too, and the rules can be found here

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Manager Kim Masterlist

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This is in reference of this ask

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He would be the absolute best father ever.

Taehoon is the difficult child, but you're his angel. In his mind, you can do no wrong.

He treats you very gently, like you’re made of fine porcelain, almost as if you’d break with the slightest nudge. Naturally, it drives you crazy sometimes. Even though you’re well into your teens, he still treats you like a toddler that’s incapable of walking two steps.

You would never get too mad with him though, because you know he does it with the purest intentions.

Something you do feel bad about is how hard he is on Taehoon when it comes to you. Of course he treats him fairly, but that doesn’t mean that he spares him a verbal lashing if you get into any sort of trouble while Taehoon is supposed to be keeping an eye on you. 

Your father is extremely overprotective, almost suffocatingly so. You never complain about it though, mainly because you don’t realise it isn’t normal for one’s father to be as obsessed with their child’s safety as he is with you.

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Taehoon doesn’t mind the blatant favoritism, he completely understands it seeing as you’re his favourite person too, and he could never fault your father for putting you first, before anyone else.

You’re for sure a daddy’s girl, and your father treats you as such. 

He buys you whatever your heart desires, whether that’s clothing, food and sweets, books or video games, make up, figurines. You’re sure to never ask for too much, not wanting to take advantage of your father.

But no matter how much you may decline certain things, you always end up getting it anyway. 

You’ve been discreetly eyeing a new dress? It’s on your bed waiting for you a few hours later. 

Oh, there’s a limited edition Sailor Moon figurine you’ve been saving up for? There’s no need to pay for it yourself, your father got it for you as an early birthday gift (eight months early). 

You’re running low on paint supplies for a new project? You’ll find high quality materials waiting for you when you get home.

However, Hansu draws the line at you going out whenever you’d like. He’s willing to give in to a lot of things that you ask for, but going out - specifically alone - that’s out of the question.

A compromise had been made in your early teens that Taehoon would have to accompany you on any outings you went on. That had worked well for a while, up until you’d hit about sixteen and had an itching desire for more freedom and independence. 

It had resulted in quite a few arguments - admittedly one-sided as your father had his mind made up the moment you’d brought it up.

Regardless of your freedom or lack thereof, you enjoyed spending time with your family.

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Of course, your father had introduced you to taekwondo at a very young age, almost as soon as you could walk.

There were various photo albums filled with pictures of you - you in a small taekwondo uniform as a toddler, your father proudly crouching beside you as you grinned at the camera, you and Taehoon standing next to one another, each holding up a gleaming gold medal with a large wall of trophies behind you, Taehoon watching you practice your form, strictly instructing you to kick higher.

It was a genuine passion of yours, one of the only hobbies you regularly practiced. A large part of that might have been because of how much time you’d get to spend with both your brother and your father.

Honestly, competitions were somewhat of a rarity until you’d hit double digits - your father’s paranoia being the deciding factor in your lack of participation.

Eventually he’d caved and allowed you to enter a competition, with very strict rules about your safety and how far you’d be allowed to push yourself. 

That had been a critical moment for you. You had won all the matches you’d had that day, and you’d gone home happier than you’d ever been in your ten short years of living. Both Taehoon and you father had been overjoyed by your victory.

It had been decided then that you’d be allowed to participate in any competition you’d want, only because your father would rather die than take that sort of happiness away from you.

An added extra was that you’d decided to spend even more time training, which meant that you’d spend more time at home with your dear old dad.

As if you didn’t already spend most of your time there anyway.

Your routine was limited to school, home, and the do jang - not that you minded.

It’s not as if you were even missing out on anything incredible - you didn’t have any close friends or after school activities, so you were content to go to school to learn and come right back home.

Your father’s close friend -Mr Kim as you knew him - adored you too and always took some time out of his visits to teach you a few of his more docile defense moves. 

Hansu wasn’t particularly happy about it - not because he thought it was unsafe, quite the opposite - he disliked it because he worried that you’d take such a liking to it that you would decide to abandon taekwondo all together in favour of choosing a more militant self-defense style of fighting.

Of course you’d never abandon taekwondo, not when you enjoyed it so much.

All of your other hobbies and interests tended to take a bit of a backseat when it came to taekwondo.

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Despite your father's clear over protective tenancies and borderline controlling behaviour, you adored him. You might even go as far as to call him your role model.

You don't often question his rules, content to believe that your father had your best interest at heart - which he did.

Make no mistake, you didn't display blind devotion, you just admired your father for his work ethic and perseverance, but mostly you appreciated that he loved both you and your brother, and tried his best to raise you well and protect you.

He's actually not that crazy about keeping you locked up, you just happen to prefer staying at home, and you don't have many friends. He does tend to urge you to take Taehoon with you, but only because he doesn't want you to wonder around alone.

Overall he's a great father who isn't too insane, and all of his somewhat strange behaviours can be written off as typical parental concern.

Would he be crazy when you show interest in someone?? Maybe.

But he loves you and wants what's best for you. Most of all, he wants to see you happy, and if it happens to go against one of his rules, he'll find a way to compromise to keep everyone happy.

10/10 - very wholesome father :))

[rozu-minaki]

Hello🐹 I has a request- some of the MHA/BNHA boys that get hard when his fem!S/O puts on lip gloss? like- the shine that it gives her lips would look so good around his hard cock :)

other details- non-hero!UA and this is NOT to fetishize black people!!! (I'm black anyway)

only if you're comfortable and if requests are open 😊

remember to drink water and eat daily ☺

Omg my first request- okay okay so I’m gonna try my best because this is my first request and full blown drabble post so yea! I wasn’t sure which characters to pick so I just went with the ones I think would fit well with this! As always characters are aged up. Hope u enjoy! And yes requests are open! warnings: basically some smut and some small fluff

Iida: oohhh man this dude did not expect you to put on lip gloss, especially in that pretty pink glittery shade. You two were enjoying your day waltzing around town when you stopped to use a public restroom and while he was outside waiting you had an idea and decided to use an expensive gloss momo had bought you a while back. You slicked it on your lips and walked out innocently as if you didn’t know what you were doin. Iida hadn’t noticed until you started talking about getting some food when he saw those pretty lips and instantly felt his pants become uncomfy. Needless to say, he pulled you into a cafe and shoved you into the bathroom where well you got covered in some Other kinda white substance ;>

Bakugou: you two were expected at a party and as usual you had taken longer then him not our fault the man takes less time to get ready 🙄. Anywho, you had gotten all dolled up in a pretty red dress and black heels. You were just finishing up your makeup when you saw the gloss youve had but never used, so without thought you decided to put it on since the shade was a nice touch to your makeup and outfit. While bakugou was sitting on the couch on his phone he heard the bedroom door cream open and the clicks of your heels walking over. He finally looked up from his phone to ask if your dumbass was finally ready when he stopped mid sentence to see those pretty red lips. So he stood up, slung you over his shoulder and carried you back into the bedroom you came from, party long forgotten.

Izuku: Today was yours and Izukus date as a 1 year anniversary so you wanted to go all out. Pretty outfit pretty hair pretty everything. You used all your favorite makeup products including that signature glittery lip gloss you wore only on special occasions. You covered your lips and puckered them up and basically hyped your beautiful ass up cause girlboss obviously. Once you got ready you heard a knock at your door to which you went to anwser and saw izuku in his gorgeous suit and tie and flowers ready in hand. Of course the boy was shy and stumbled over his words to ask if you were ready. You nodded and began to follow him out to the car. You both had a wonderful date however when you two had gotten to his place was when the fun began. You two went inside and basically went at it like rabbits, clothes flying, hands gripping in every place, and that’s when he was ontop of you that he said he did not want that pretty gloss go to waste. Needless to say he woke up with kisses all over him especially in the lower region <3

Todoroki: Shoto being the sweet boy he was planned a little getaway to a flower field since he knew you both were interested in nature and such. He had gotten ready first and while waiting for you he took a small nap to rest up before the long drive there. You on the otherhand had different plans. You had prepared a cute cottage core like outfit with light makeup and some added on freckles, you were trying to go for a fairy/elf look. So obviously you wanted to look glowy and mysterious and what better shimmery thing to use then lip gloss. You put on your favorite shimmery pink tint one and was on your way to wake up sho. When you did though he just sat and stared for a moment before asking “Did I die or something why is there an angel in front of me???” You had giggled and thanked him for the compliment (though he actually thought you were) and got him up and you two were on your way to the flower field. Needless to say you got railed in a very pretty setting with lip gloss smudged all over shotos face and body.

Kirishima: Kirishima had been watching you do your makeup for a while now, just admiring your features before and after and enjoying every second of it. He had said his occasional yet meaningful compliment everytime you did a new part of the makeup but when he saw you grab the one weakness product he was done for. You hadn’t noticed for a while now but whenever you used that gloss it drove Kiri mad. The way he only pictured your pretty lips rapped around his red riot dick with your eyeliner smudged just made the man go insane with lust. He had been staring for a while now so when you asked if he was alright all he could say was “ please let me fuck you” to which you were surprised but happily agreed and let him do what he had been fantasizing about everytime you wore that dammed gloss.

Shinsou: It was a date set at a cat cafe obviously. You two had been snuggling cats and sipping coffee for a while now when you realized your gloss had lost its touch so you reapplied it and that’s when he saw it in all its glory, oh how he wished you had been under him whining about how it was to much and that all he could say was that you could take it like a good kitty. He was now in a daze when he felt you poke his cheek and he just smirked and began to whisper seductive words in your ear and you just had to play it cool since others were around, only allowing the occasional blush and whine here and there. When you two got home however was when the real fun began and his fantasy became a reality.

Ack! I’m so sorry this is so bad- it’s like 1am rn and this isn’t proofread so if theres any mistakes or anything you’d like changed or someone added please let me know as I’m open to (kind) criticism! I hope you enjoyed none the less though thanks for the request love <3

[outsideratheart]

You’re My Future (Christen Press x reader)

You’re My Future (Christen Press x reader)

You and Christen had been together for a few years. You had met when Christen got called up to the senior USWNT.

Over the years you had both made a name for yourself in the soccer world, her being the speedy forward and you being the all or nothing midfielder. You both loved what you did for living but living the dream came with a cost. The cost was finally catching up with the both of you, all of the flights, minutes on the pitch and pressure from the press and fans.

Christen was so happy when it was announced that she was the first player to be signed to Angel City FC but that happiness didn’t last long. You were both trying to get over the olympics, sure a bronze medal was great but you both wanted gold and you blamed yourself personally as you were the captain no matter how many times your girlfriend told you otherwise.

When she told you that she was temporarily stepping away from international duty you were so proud of her. You wish you could do the same but it wasn’t that easy. In order for you to focus on your mental health you would have the step away from the thing that the helps clear you head, it was a lose lose situation for you.

“Y/N you get more stick and are under more pressure than me. I saw the way acted at the olympics when you thought I wasn’t looking. You cannot burn the candle at both ends and still expect to shine bright” Christen told you.

“I know but it’s not the same for me, I don’t have a family waiting for me” You instantly regretting it.

You stand there looking at Christen as she processes what you said.

“After all this time, you still don’t see me as family” She begins to say but you cut her off before things get much worse.

“Christen that is not what I meant and you know it”

“If I’m not family then what are we doing” Christen asks you as tears fall down her face.

This is what happens whenever you guys talk about this, it always ends up in a fight.

You watch as your girlfriend storms off into the bedroom you share.

“Chris, don’t shut me out. Let’s talk about this” you say leaning against the door frame. 

She doesn’t answer you so you put you ear to the door and you hear Christen sniffling. Your girlfriend was crying and it was your fault, all because you couldn’t walk away from soccer.

You had chosen football over everything, family and friends included but Christen showed you a life outside of soccer and it scared the crap out of you. She was it for you, she was what you wanted in life and now it was time to show her that.

When christen came out of the bedroom you were gone and by the time you got back she was already asleep.

The next morning started like any other, you went for run whilst Christen did her yoga then you both meditated together. It had been like this since COVID happened.

It was what happend next which shocked Christen. You was watching ESPN when it was released.

“Breaking news! Portland Thorns and USWNT captain Y/N L/N announces that she will be taking a break from club and country. I had the pleasure of speaking to Y/N personally about this last night and she told me that it was time to focus on her mental health which is completely understandable. She captained the team in the highs of winning the world cup and the lows of rio 2016” The new anchor and a close friend of yours says.

Christen hangs on every word the women says before turning to look at you.

She opens her mouth but you cut her off before she even gets the chance to speak.

“ I love you Christen Press” you tell her.

“I love you but I know what soccer means to you”

“You mean more and you are right, I need to take a step back. Soccer occupies after thought I have. How can I play better, how can I be a better leader. I don’t allow myself to be happy” You admit it out loud.

You phone goes off and you see several messages from your teammates.

Christen looks at you in shock as you turn your phone off.

“Y/N you don’t have to”

“I want to”

The both of you didn’t leave the couch until the early evening when Chris told you that she was meeting Tyler for some food.

“You sure you don’t want to come? We are going to that Thai place you like” She laughs as your head perks up at the word ‘Thai’

“I’m going to call some of the girls back” You reply

Christen is almost out the door before you run after her.

She looks at you amused. You look her in the eye before kissing her, surprised when Christen deepens the kiss.

“Bring me back some spring rolls” You ask making your girlfriend laugh.

You run over the window making sure she is gone before putting your master plan together.

A couple of hours later you hear Chris opens the door.

“Honey, I’m home and I have spring rolls” You says but you don’t answer.

Christen looks in the kitchen but its empty, she goes into the living room you’re not there.

It is only when she goes into your bedroom that she finds you.

There you stand in front of your bed which is covered in hiking gear.

You look at her and she is clearly confused by what she is seeing.

You walk over to your girlfriend reaching for her hands.

“After your mom passed you told me you wanted to leave, go somewhere were nobody knew who we were and completely disconnect from the world” 

You take a deep breath remembering it well. The loss of Christen’s mother was something you both felt deeply, seeing your girlfriend in so much pain and not being able to do anything about it destroyed you.

“There is this trail in Spain, it is called the Camino De Santiago” 

Christen smiles knowing what you are about to suggest.

“It takes 4 - 6 weeks. It will just be me and you” 

You look her in the eye.

“What do you say, are you ready for an adventure? Ready to do some soul searching?” You ask playfully.

You watch as christen struggles to speak, she is at a loss for words.

Instead of saying anything she pulls you into her embrace as she buries her face in the crook of your neck.

“Everyday with you is an adventure” She tells you.

“Pure cheese Christen Press”

“Shut up” She says slapping your arm.

“Is that a yes?” She nods her head enthusiastically.

“Good because we leave in a week” You tell her and her smile melts your heart.

That is the thing you loved most about Christen, her smile. Not matter what caused your sadness or pain, that smile would brighten your day.

A week later your adventure began and it was better than you could have ever imagined.

Your relationship with Christen was in a great place before the trip but now you felt closer to her if that was even possible.

Ever minute of every day you were with her and it made to look forward to the future you have with her.

She talked about her mother a lot which you knew was difficult but ever since she passed Christen focused on soccer so she never talked about her, not like this.

You talked to her about your early life, memories with your parents as well as their passing. You never talked to her about it before, she knew that had died but didn’t know when or how. 

This trip allowed you both to be completely open with each other and show the other one your vulnerabilities.

4 1/2 weeks later and you were almost at the end of the trail, ahead of schedule but what was to be expected from two pro athletes.

It was the last night, you and Christen wanted to watch the sunset one last time before heading back to reality.

You both sat on the blanket taking in the sights in front of you.

“Thank you Y/N” Chris begins to say “I really needed this. To be away from our hectic lives, to deal with my grief and to find myself again”

“I love you Christen, more than anything in this world. I would do anything for you because your happiness is everything to me”

You stand up.

“Before you all I knew was soccer but you showed that life has more to offer. When we met I knew your were special and I knew that I wanted to have in my life in any way I could. You are my first thought in a morning and my last one on a night. I first told you I loved you when when we won the world cup for a reason, because even though we were just crowned world champions all I could think about was you, I knew that from there on out it was you or nothing. I cannot imagine my life without you in it”

You get down on one knee and open the ring box causing Christen to gasp.

“Where did you get that?”

“I asked for your mum’s permission before she passed, the next day she gave me this and I promised her that no one will work harder to make you happy or cherish you more than me” You explain.

“Christen Annemarie Press, will you marry me?”

“Yes Y/N L/N I will marry you”

You kiss her with every fibre of your being, the kiss growing more passionate with every passing second.

Christen Press was your future and you could wait to spend the rest of your life with her.

[themonotonysyndrome]

REDACTED verse - Because of you, I lived on

OK, so, like I mentioned in a previous post, this week has been an absolute nightmare. I can tolerate a lot of bullshit but when work made me cry in my car? Yeah, that takes the cake.

So I wanted to write something angsty because hey, might as well use those negative emotions to good use, eh? And then I saw an interesting headcanon that I wanna explore.

So this is for you @undeniablyemily @angel-bubbles and @redactedverse-thoughts for bringing the idea to life!

Summary: For as long as he could remember, Geordi has always been alone… right?

TW: Post-Inversion. Death. Grief. Non-consensual memory wiping.

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'A POWER OUTTAGE AT THE CENTRE OF DAHLIA! THE CAUSE? STILL UNKNOWN AFTER SIX MONTHS!' is written on the front page of today's newspaper.

In fact, it’s the first thing that greets Geordi at the counter while the cashier is busy at the back.

Geordi somewhat recognises the picture below the obnoxiously large headline and knows that his favourite bookstore is nestled between the local grocer and a pharmacy.

The picture does nothing to actually show which building had the blackout, but something on the tip of his tongue stirs. Nagging in the back of his mind.

"Sorry for the wait!" The cashier reappears. Looking a bit haggard which Geordi can't fault. It's lunchtime anyway. "That'll be $15, please."

Geordi pays for his food and thinks nothing more of the newspaper when he returns to the office.

"Finally! I thought the week would never end!" A coworker cheers beside him. Just as Geordi was about to clock out for the day, a few of his colleagues invited him out to dinner. The offer was too good to pass up, and besides, the alternative would be him binge-watching the latest series on Netflix and eating dinner alone.

And so here they are now.

"My eyes were seriously about to roll out of their socket if I have to see another slide." Another coworker murmurs. Everyone had ordered their food, so now conversations flow pleasantly around the table. Geordi soaks up on the atmosphere, occasionally nodding when addressed.

When cutleries scrap on plates and wine glasses clink, Geordi suddenly finds himself at the centre of attention.

"We would've had overtime today if it weren't for Geordi's quick thinking during the presentation," His Art Director brags, face flushed red after his third refill. Geordi ducks shyly when others chime in agreement. "I was going to punch the clients if they didn't stop discussing how many assets we had to do for the campaign. Deadass."

"Geordi has been a lifesaver lately! And hey, don't think we didn't notice how you always clocked out on time on Friday nowadays," Another colleague interjects. He then raises an eyebrow. "Got someone waiting at home, eh?"

Geordi rolls his eyes, so used to his colleagues' shenanigans by now. After all, they were there for him after his last breakup. "I'm still single, guys. You knew how bad my last relationship went down, so I wanted to enjoy the single life for a while."

This time, someone from the client managing team pipes up. They're relatively new, so Geordi fails to remember his name. "See, here's the thing - I've heard about you from Mark. About how you were before, and let me say that even I can see the difference! Like, c'mon, dude; you live like any other man who has a partner!"

But Geordi just shakes his head, a wry smile on his face.

There hasn't been anyone special in his life ever since he moved to Dahlia. Ever since he left his abusive partner. Aside from his parents, no one had looked at Geordi and seen him as someone needed to keep safe, to love dearly.

"I love you, Geordi... always..."

Right?

-

Lately, the nagging in the recess of his mind and the tingle on his tongue are becoming difficult to ignore.

And Geordi would catch himself behaving out of sorts. He'd absentmindedly prepare two mugs of coffee every morning ("Brown sugar instead of regular white? How did you know that's the way I like it?"), vacuumed the house once a week ("Sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just need to deal with these dust bunnies before they take over our home.") and during a grocery run, cups of chocolate puddings somehow ends up in his cart ("I can't help it, Geordi! Chocolate puddings are my ultimate weakness! Don't laugh at me!")

When did these new habits come from?

Life continues regardless of how out of sorts Geordi has been lately. There are always some bills to be paid, relatives coming over for a surprise visit and never-ending projects in the agency.

Geordi has no time to spare in musing over odd habits or how cold the bed is on some nights.

"You always worked so hard, baby. I know you're not made of glass, but you don't throw a diamond against the wall either. So how about a break, yeah? I hereby declare Netflix and cuddle time is in session!"

Geordi blinks and registers the tablet on his lap. Season two of Demon Slayer is paused on the screen. Unconsciously, Geordi turns to the left as if expecting someone to sit beside him on the couch.

Wait - wasn't he checking some work e-mails just now?

Physical exhaustion begins to made way for emotional ones. Anxiety, sorrow, yearning and helplessness begin to bubble in his heart. Begin to drive him slowly insane.

It's like there's something in the corner of his eyes; there but just out of sight. On the tip of his tongue. An echo at the back of his mind. Something that he's missing - someone -

An unknown sound - liken to a flame bursting into life or shattering wind chimes - has Geordi jerk violently. The tablet clatter on the floor when he abruptly stands. His eyes widen at the sight of the intruder that appears in his living room from thin air.

The first thing that Geordi notices about the intruder is the pair of horns on his head, large and intimidating in a way that something in him whispers that they're as genuine as they look. Next is the painfully solemn expression on his handsome face that's familiar to a mortician.

"I'm sorry... I'm so very sorry, Geordi." The inhuman intruder murmurs, heavy with regret, sorrow and yet, he has the gentlest voice that Geordi has ever heard. At that moment, a sense of calm washes over him.

It reminds him of mothers cooing their babies to sleep — the long, drawn-out sigh after filling your lungs with your favourite scents.

"Who... who are you?" Geordi begins cautiously, a little apprehensively.

The intruder gives him a heartbreaking smile which didn't make sense at all. "A friend, Geordi. One that promised to look after you to my best ability."

"Oh, hey, Cam! Didn't think, uh, anime conventions are your thing too. We should compare nendoroids in the office next time! Hmm? Oh right! Geordi, this is my work buddy - Camelopardalis. Cam. He's a pretty chill guy."

"You're... Cam... Camelopardalis," Geordi blurts out. It startles him. Why does he know this stranger - notstranger.afriend.cameoverfordinnersometime.aserenitydaemon - and why is his head begin to throb painfully!? It's as if his mind is trying to make sense of the gap between the barrages of torn pictures and Camelopardalis' alarmed expression. "I know you. You're their -"

Like a bursting dam, everything came flooding back. Memories resurface, and with them, a heartache, unlike anything that Geordi has ever experienced before:

"Geordi? Like that guy from Star Trek? No, no! I think that's a great name! He's a great character! I mean, I never really watched Star Trek -"

"Move in with you? Are you sure? I don't mind waiting until we hit the two-year mark. I'm comfortable with following your pace, baby."

"Hahaha... yeah... like a mind reader. Hey... Geordi? Are you busy? I-I think it's time you know what I exactly do for a living..."

A picture pushes towards the front of Geordi's mind. A face begins to clear up. Absentmindedly, he feels strong hands on his shoulders; grounding him. Gentle voice trying its best to soothe his pounding head.

"I wish I could bring you to the Games, Geordi. It's like the tournament arcs in animes; you'd love it!"

...

"Hmm? Nah, the event is only for students. God, it's been four years since I last graduated from D.A.M.N. That's the magical school hosting the E&E Games this year. I'm just attending as a representative of the Department."

...

"Yeah, they already cleared my leaves. So I'm down with whatever you want to do after the event's over! Actually... how do you feel about a short vacation trip?"

...

"Alright, I'll see you tonight. I love you, Geordi. Always."

Geordi's heart stutters to a stop in his chest. As though he’s submerged under a rushing fiver, he finds himself staring at the sorrowful Serenity Daemon with one burning question:

"Cam? Cam, where are they?" Geordi desperately asks, hot tears dripping down. "Where's Cutie?"

It didn't take long for him to put together the passing time when his memories return. To understand where his new habits came from.

Six months have passed since Geordi saw his better half off to work.

The Serenity Daemon's own heart broke. The man's despair, grief and confusion blanket him like hot, black tar, but he soldier on. "A tragedy happened during the E&E Games and... and they were one of the many casualties," Camelopardalis did his best to explain under Geordi's crushing emotions. Both of them deserve this; truth and self-punishment. This poor human deserves to know the fate of his lover. As for Camelopardalis, it's self-punishment for what he has to do soon. "They were very brave, Geordi. They saved so many lives that day, but a Shade - dead, hungry things - got to them before reinforcement could arrive. I'm so sorry, Geordi."

The heartbreaking wail that escape the human would've destroyed a young Serenity or Empathy Daemon. But Camelopardalis is old, jaded. And yet he hurts all the same for his friend and the one they both lost.

"They were supposed to come home," Geordi sobs. He falls to his knees, suddenly no longer having the strength to stand up. "We were supposed to go to San Diego b-because they've been working non-stop... why... why is this happening?"

Camelopardalis is oddly silent. And then, a horrible memory dawns on him.

This is their second confrontation.

"I waited. And waited for them to come home," Geordi's voice wavers. His head is spinning, heart as tight as a noose. "I called so many times, but it went to voicemails. But then you came at midnight. A-And you apologised."

Geordi remembers being worried sick when Cutie failed to pick up his fifth call. On his twelfth, Camelopardalis appeared - "Daemons can teleport, baby. They called it Rift" - looking half-dead, wouldn't stop apologising despite him begging for an explanation and then... nothing.

No memories of Cutie and all of the Telepath's belonging - nothing.

"What did you do to me?" Geordi asks, feeling sick with stomach lurching. His cheeks are so wet, but grief and betrayal are powerful emotions. Grief at the loss of his love and betrayal from someone supposed to be a friend.

Camelopardalis closes his eyes. His purpose is to bring peace, serenity... but right now? He has no choice but to play as a necessary evil.

All in the name of the Department.

"To maintain the secrecy of the Empowered world," The Serenity Daemon carefully explains, donning on his Department officer's mask. "Those who have a human lover must have their memories modified should the Empowered individual passed away. I belong to a branch of the Department that specialises in it."

It’s a horrible thing to take in. Geordi struggles to comprehend that his entire world has been yank underneath his feet in a single night, and now, he realises the horror behind Camelopardalis's implication.

"They don't have anyone, Cam!" Geordi scream. "T-They said they were an orphan. They could count all the friends they have - had, oh God, Cutie! - on one hand. So please, Cam," It hurts. His heart hurts so much, but Geordi needs to exert some control over the ride that drained him of his composure and sanity. Need to move the Daemon's heart even if he has to beg. "Please don't take them away from me anymore. They don't have anyone else! Please, Cam. Please. I love them. L-Let me keep their memories."

Camelopardalis fails to hold his own tears back. Not knowing what else to do, he could only repeat the words he murmured to Geordi on the night that claimed Cutie's life.

"I'm so sorry, Geordi... I'm so so sorry for this..."

Human reflexes are nothing compared to Daemon’s. Before Geordi could do something, anything, Camelopardalis quickly put him to sleep. The Serenity Daemon smoothly catches him before Geordi fell on the floor like a doll.

"I love you, Geordi... always..."

Hearing the echo of his dear friend's voice in the recess of Geordi's mind made Camelopardalis weeps harder.

"I'll do my best to keep my promise to you, my friend," Camelopardalis murmurs, his magic gently weaving around the human's subconscious. He hums a sweet lullaby when Geordi whimpers. "I'll keep him safe for you. Know that you will forever be dearly missed by us."

Camelopardalis is not a young Daemon. He has seen his share of grief as well as serenity born from happy couples. But he has never seen a powerful bond between Geordi and his partner that not even his magic could subdue.

Perhaps this is because Geordi himself is a remarkable Unempowered human. That his love for them compensate for the loss of his memories with Cutie's habits and manners.

It awed and humbled Camelopardalis that because of Geordi, Cutie lives on.

[cinnamonest]

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

This man's voice has a POWER over me I SWEAR

tws: yandere, mentions of n/sfw

tws (under the cut): very ddlg-esque vibes, sorta? infantilization, noncon

I'm sorry I get such strong daddy vibes it unintentionally went in this direction, hope that isn't too bad lmao

I’m working on all the prompts I’ve gotten in! I’ve gotten a few so I’ll be working on those.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's one that might be likely to misunderstand his feelings at first, think that he sees himself as a mentor or maybe even an authority figure, someone to guide you and teach you and serve as a dependable partner to your travels. As time goes on, and he begins to recognize how utterly flustered he gets around you, he's forced to acknowledge the actual feelings he has.

While some yanderes with a slight aloofness or pride to them get worse when in love, such as Childe or Kaeya, his drops completely. You bring out a softer side of him, really, one that's protective and tender and loving, so very loving, wanting to be around you, with you. He's certainly an obsessive, protective type, ultimately allowing his protective nature to get the better of him as he demands to know everything you've done, account for your location at every moment, constantly keep track of your habits, inquire about very personal details of your life. If he realizes you're bothered by it, he might draw back a bit, but he's convinced that that's just your perception, that it's necessary, truly, and not at all unusual.

Pet names. Particularly fond of love, darling, and angel. Sweet things that represent what you mean to him -- something precious, something to represent his adoration and idolization.

The primary form of delusion comes from a perception of you. He's obsessive, and idolizes you to an extent. He perceives you as pure, innocent, angelic. The thing is, this applies regardless of whether or not you actually are. If you are, it will solidify the idea, but even if you're not, he will find a way to see you so, anyway. No matter how wise you are, no, you're naive. No matter how capable you are, no, you're weak and fragile. No matter how experienced you may be, no, you're pure. He can always keep this delusion running by bringing into account age and comparison - you'll never be as strong as him, so you might as well be frail and weak. You'll never have lived as long as him, so really, do you think there's that much difference between you and a child, when compared to someone like himself?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Actually highly likely, and pretty quickly. As he observes you, it becomes very clear to him how very fragile you are, how naive you are, you are quite literally too pure, too angelic, to be living in this world with such beings as humans. Fragile, beautiful little things have a place where they belong - protected. Where do we put fragile, beautiful things? We put them behind glass, behind ropes, in pretty cages, in secluded rooms. It's only natural that you, too, need a similar environment.

He's one of the ones that will... Elegantly kidnap you, as odd as it sounds. He's not a brute that would do something horrendous like knocking you out or drugging you, no, he'll find an excuse for you to come to his abode, invite you in, and you'll walk in none the wiser. Only after your in, and the doors close, does he guide you to your new room, calmly explaining that he's come to the realization that you're too fragile to continue your journey, and ought to simply give up on your travels. He knows you'll be upset at first. Like a child being denied, you'll get pouty, moody, you might cry, you might lash out at him. It's predictable. He'll dry your eyes and calm you down, brushing off any harsh words you may have, holding your wrists in his hands when you try to push him away, softly reassuring you that it will all be alright, that you're safe now, and you'll learn to accept this with time.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

He would want something... elaborate. He's a man with taste for the most beautiful of things, including yourself, and he won't settle for something as simple as a chain or ropes. No, that would be too simple and brutish, and you, one of the finest things in his life, deserve something equally beautiful and delicate.

He's one of the ones that would go to a great deal of preparation for your arrival. He'd have a room prepared just for you, very ornate, beautifully tailored to you -- the walls your favorite color, the bed made of the same material as your old one, and the whole room completely filled with things you're certain you never even told him you liked. Clothes that fit perfectly to your body. It's frightening how perfect it is, because you know he had to go out of his way to acquire the information to achieve such perfection, but you have no idea how.

Everything about it elegant and detailed, right down to the series of ornate locks on the door. They're some of the sturdiest available, made with essentially unbreakable metal alloys and the most intricate lock systems to date. The windows don't open, and he'd certainly find some way to ensure escape through them isn't an option -- perhaps metal bars, perhaps an unbreakable glass substitute, perhaps merely locating your new home right on the edge of one of Liyue's most beautiful mountains, so that if you were to go out the window you'd plummet to the earth below. He's a bit delusional, but he's not stupid, and he will think through every possibility. Every little detail he needs to keep you safe and confined.

He's certain that, perfect as it is, this room is all you will ever need to be happy. Should you desire anything else, he can bring it to you. You'll never have to leave.

So it goes without saying that it would be exceptionally difficult to escape him. You'd have to find a way through the locks, for which your best bet would be to get some hair pins or tiny writing utensils. Even if you managed it, though, which would frankly be a very difficult feat, you'll have to deal with staying free. Zhongli has ties to the people of Liyue as a whole, and needless to say, he has eyes everywhere. You can't risk appearing in the harbor area, there will be far too many people who would immediately report you, and you'd just be walking right to him anyhow. The surrounding areas also have ties to him, so you'd want to try and reach Mondstadt, as far as it is, which is a difficult travel by foot all alone. You won't get far. He's faster, he's wiser, and he will find you long before you could ever hope to make it there.

However, he's not quite as angry as some yanderes would be about it. He doesn't take your escape personally, no, he blames himself, only calculating his own mistakes as to how it happened. He sees you as something like... a little runaway pet, so naive and dull that you don't know any better than to go wandering off. Or perhaps like a child, just sheepishly curious and wanting to explore, not knowing the dangers of the world. Or, perhaps...

"I haven't been giving you enough attention, have I? That's why you pulled this little act of rebellion... you're hurt by my negligence and wanted to be reassured of my care for you. I'm so sorry... I understand now, love. This was my fault. I've been so caught up with work... I'll delegate some tasks to my workers, and I'll be able to spend more time with you from now on, alright? Don't worry, I'm not angry, I'll take full responsibility. I'll be sure to make it up to you... now, let's go home."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Much like Childe or Venti or anyone who has been around as long as he has, you really don't stand a chance. He's an incredibly perceptive man. There's not much to say on the matter, as any attempts will be quickly shut down.

He'd find it amusing, really. Like a child trying to lie, but the evidence is all over their face and hands - it's that obvious to him. It's cute enough that he almost hates having to discipline you for it, but, you have to learn.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He wants his little angel to be safe - and unfortunately, you, being so naive and empty headed, don't always know what's best for you. He knows rules can be hard to follow perfectly, but they're there to keep you safe.

Extremely strict, will want to monitor every moment of your life, every little movement you take, and will insist on watching over you in every task. He'll pick out everything you wear, everything you eat.

Occasionally, if you ask very sweetly, he may take you out for walks in Liyue. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy taking you to what he knows are the finest locations, shops with the highest level of craftsmanship, restaurants with a high price tag and reputable food. He enjoys showing off his refined tastes and discerning selective abilities. And honestly? There's a certain... Powerful feeling to knowing you're made aware of the costs when he makes high purchases in front of you... even if you don't realize he's not always actually the one paying for it, or that he forgot mora again but promises the owner to pay later - but he'll make sure you don't know that. You hear the numbers, and your eyebrows raise, your eyes widen. You'd nearly faint if that total was on your responsibility, and he knows that. Which is why he'll simply smile at you, and tell you you're worth every last Mora. He'll buy you nearly anything you may desire. It seems like leniency, but in reality, it's his subtle way of locking control and dependency over you, making you respect him, making you love him.

"Don't worry, love. It's not a lot... Not to me, at least. Even if it were, my angel only deserves the best, no?"

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Oh dear. Again, he's very strict, and wants to monitor everything you do, every little aspect of your life. He decides what you eat, portioning your meals to make sure you're eating enough, he worries about you going hungry during your travels, but luckily you'll never have to worry about that again. If you have a sweet tooth, he'll sigh and worry about your teeth and health, but he'll make sure to account for a little bit of sugar in your day, and will even pick up little treats from some of the most reputable places in Liyue.

He picks out clothes for you with each day. They're not... Normal clothes, per se. Certainly not what you'd normally wear on your travels. And it's not like anyone will see you except him - which is exactly why you'll have clothes he would never want anyone else to see you in. Frilly, lacey things, somehow both highly sexualized but also incredibly infantile, soft pinks, baby blues, gentle off-whites. They accentuate the curves of your body so perfectly, while just barely letting him see the parts of you normally kept hidden.

You'll have a schedule - a bath time, a bedtime, a wake-up time. He's weak to your requests, though, and may let you stay up a little late every now and then, or sleep in just a bit, if you make that soft pouting face and beg. He'll insist on bathing you, dressing you, so that you don't have to - and can't even if you wanted to - lift a finger even to wash yourself or put your clothes on.

He has a set of rules for you, very simple ones he hopes you can easily follow. No trying to leave. No doing anything dangerous. No talking to strangers when you go out. You must hold his hand whenever you're walking together, don't go wandering off.

He'll feel ashamed of the thought for a while, but eventually he'll cave and give into the desire, no, the security precaution, of a nice little collar for you. It's not too embarrassing, no, he went out of his way to find one that was delicate, almost like a necklace, made with fine materials, the engraving only visible up close. If you look closely, though, it clearly bears his name.

Breaking the rules is expected, he anticipates it. You're not the brightest, he might even view it as a mistake. A benefit is that you can easily pass it off as simply forgotten, or an accident. Hence, he's not too harsh - normally. He'll sigh, forgive you, and pat your head, contemplating how to prevent your access in the future.

Perhaps you wriggled out of his hand and ran off while walking? You were just excited, distracted, like a child. He might be able to procure a small leash, one that wouldn't be immediately obvious or embarrassing, to attach to your collar. Perhaps some cuff-like links to latch your arm to his.

You forgot the rule about not handling the kitchen knives and cut yourself? He'll have to get some kind of lock and simply keep them safely away from you. No big deal. Any measures are worth your safety.

If you push the limits, or have a defiant attitude, he might reach the point of punishment. As for not-unwholesome things, this would usually include taking away privileges, such as walks or sweets, but overall, punishment will mostly come in more impure forms.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Not too much to say here - he has connections. He doesn't need to dirty his own hands. For all his supposed humility, if he truly dislikes someone, they're no more significant than an insect to him. He has no reservations about ridding the world of people who, in his mind, are obviously trying to deceive you, abuse you, corrupt you.

Thankfully, he is very capable of keeping a neutral face, even when he feels laughter building up. It would probably look strange if he were smiling over the newest body to come into his parlor.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's a slow buildup. He views restraint as a virtue, and looks down upon those who lack control over their own tempers. He's a man who strives to meet his own standards of character, and that very much applies to self control and ability to maintain a controlled demeanor, even when he feels a bit of frustration due to you being intentionally and deliberately defiant.

It's his responsibility to be a good role model for you and make sure you understand how to behave. However, in the end, he's very keen on properness and rules. If you have a tendency towards brattiness and pushing your limits, you may drive him to a boiling point.

However, even when expressing his anger, he's remarkably controlled. It's very mature, really. Nonetheless, he will have you shivering and tearful with his voice alone, booming with that depth that reverberates off the walls, that vibrates against your very core. His true anger is one that can strike fear even in the most courageous individuals - he's terrifying when he wants to be, fierce and intimidating, a sort of power just eminates from him.

Nonetheless, it's quick, he calms down very quickly, wipes the tears from your eyes, and sighs.

"I do hate having to be firm with you... but I can't have you thinking you can just act however you want. You understand that, don't you?"

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Both? It's difficult to describe. You're an angel to him. You're the finest work of art, the most intricate creation, the kind of person whose body and likeness deserves to be preserved in art and tradition, one of those women who should be renowned for beauty even centuries long after you're gone from the earth. It's almost goddess-like. At the same time, there's a beautiful, tragic duality to your essence, he thinks. A fragility and a dependency that leaves you in need, but an inherent status of perfection that makes you deserve the utmost perfect of care. You need to be coddled, cared for, protected, but you deserve it. Like a deity incarnated into a mere fragile human form, a queen that needs support to retain her grace.

Unlike some, he doesn't view his care and protection as some kind of favor that should be repaid with your gratitude, no, really, he is grateful that he is the one who is even deserving of being your caretaker, your provider, your lover.

Even if he is the one who determined that he deserves that role.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's convinced that he can show you that he is your protector, your lover, that it's fate itself that has locked you together, not just his own will.

And he is, above all else, patient. One of the most patient you could encounter. You think a year is a long time? It's nothing to him. A century for you? More than a lifetime. For him? Nothing. He can and will wait, as long as it takes, and he will never falter in his continual care. He'll remind you frequently, he'll shower you in affection, but if you don't return it? It's not that bad. He has all the time in the world to fix you.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Moraless Sugar daddy

But in all seriousness, he is definitely of the gift-giving love language. He sees beautiful things, and beautiful things make him think of you! It's sweet, he thinks. So many little things he sees throughout his day make him think of you, and he has to have all of them, see your face when he gives them to you. He likes making you happy, for one, but he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a sort of satisfactory pride he gets from the power dynamic of it all. He wants to be the sole source of provision in your life, he wants your dependency.

If we're talking prior to the events of the game, it will be even more extreme. He treats it like it's truly nothing, throwing around massive purchases, seemingly as if he's not thinking about it at all. But he is - rest assured, he's taking it into consideration, at least, that is, how it will affect your attitude and perception of him.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

On the reserved side. He'd never conduct himself improperly in public, of course. It's out of the question. He cares about proper behavior and public image, and he'd never behave in a vulgar manner.

Even in private, he's certainly one of the ones that struggles with a certain guilt. To some degree, he would feel like you're so innocent and pure that he doesn't want to corrupt you. He goes through stages. First, he'll lie to himself, telling himself that the feelings he has for you are simply protective, platonic, a natural sense of responsibility for you. That becomes more and more difficult to convince himself of, the more excited he becomes around you, the more he finds his eyes drawn to whatever bits of skin are exposed on your body, finding himself drifting off to impure thoughts, trying to push them away. 

Second, once he's forced to acknowledge the true nature of these feelings, he'll simply practice restraint, something he's rather good at in this area. He tries, he really does. He tells himself he can't do something so impure, that it would violate you, that he should be ashamed of himself for it. It becomes more and more and more difficult to restrain himself with time, the feelings rising and the thoughts become more difficult to push away, eventually entertaining the fantasies in his head in an attempt to rid himself of the urge in real life. It doesn't work, no, it only makes the urges worse, and he can't be around you without his body nearly commanding him to do something. And finally, he'll take a different stance entirely, telling himself that, no, it's not going to corrupt you, rather, it's taking care of you. If he really wants to love you, really wants to care for all of your needs, then surely that would include your physical needs, and therefore, really, it would be wrong of him not to help you.

As that shift in viewpoints goes on, he'll become more and more bold, hands lingering just a little longer, face coming just a little closer. It's a slow build of tension, just waiting to boil over. 

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He understands you're nervous. Again, no matter how experienced you are, somehow in his head he makes it out to be insignificant. Even if you've had other relationships, he convinces himself - and tries to convince you - that they were inadequate, they didn't care about you, not like he does. And he'll treat it as that -- any resistance you put up is nervousness, nothing more, nothing less. He'll reassure you a million times that you won't feel pain, that he'll be gentle, that you'll feel good, even if his size and strength frankly is rather intimidating regardless of experience. He'll keep cooing in your ear, softly whispering reassurance, softly running hands over your skin, holding you in place as the last inch stretches you apart. 

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Infantilization

Again, no matter how smart, experienced, and capable you may be, you're none of those things to him. You're a fragile, little thing. He has to take care of you at all times. It may not be evident at first, and he himself likely doesn't fully realize it, but there is something highly sexual to this for him. Caring for you puts him in a position of dominance, control. It gives him access to your privacy, dressing you up, fingers running over your skin, bathing you, watching your skin glisten. He'll talk to you in this way, too, often softly, remarking every little way in which you need him, and even condescendingly so. He wants you to be his, not only in a sense of love, but of possession.

Oral

Primarily giving. Even on its own, he loves the taste, but the effect it has on you makes it that much better. He loves anything that forces you to depend on him entirely for pleasure, that puts you at his mercy. And he'll be torturous about it too, restraining your arms and legs so you can't control anything, hold your hips down so you can't roll into him, so that only he can determine exactly how much pressure and speed you get. And he won't rush it, no, he'll go so slowly it's torturous, and telling you very simply that if you want any more, you'll have to beg.

Edging

For a variety of reasons. The power trip is as exhilarating as it is pleasurable, but he also loves watching your body writhe. Each little muscle that moves under the flesh when your arms strain against his hand holding your wrists together, the convulsing of your stomach muscles, the way your toes curl and legs spasm and the sweet little whimpers you make when he draws back just short of your high. He's mastered watching your reactions, knowing exactly when to stop, even if you try to mask it. He'll want you to tell him, though, nonetheless, tell him when you're close, if for nothing else but the sense of you obeying his commands.

Collaring

Similarly to infantilization, it gives him something of a sense of control, of possession. He loves seeing his name engraved on it, marking the whole of your being with his ownership. In his somewhat rare moments of roughness, he'll want to pull on it, use it to draw you towards him, in a moment of your defiance, in particular. If you're being mouthy, whiny, disobedient, and you finally make him snap, especially if you try to walk away from him, he'll yank you back with force, pulling you close to him, and when the force of it shuts you up, changes your demeanor, forces you to acknowledge your submission - the satisfaction he'll get from that is incomparable.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

As much as he likes the idea, to him, you're already like a child, naive and fragile. Could your body even handle a pregnancy, a birth? He'd likely try to avoid it, but in the end, if it happened by accident anyway, rest assured you'd be getting the best care of any woman to ever be pregnant in Teyvat, and he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were always comfortable, taking his caretaking to another level, almost never even letting you get up, insisting you stay still and calm and needy.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He'd be one to pull the "it doesn't hurt you as much as it does me" line, but really, even if he refuses to admit it to his own self, having you bent over his lap is just as much for his own enjoyment as it is a disciplinary measure. It's more humiliating than it is painful -- he'd hold back, afraid of hurting you with his strength, but taking in every little flinch and whimper you make as he brings his hand down on your ass, keeping your head pressed down, kneading at the flesh. He'd insist it's the most effective punishment measure, but you can feel the hard-on digging into your stomach. The worse the behavior, the worse the beating, but every time, after it's over, he'll hold you upright, wiping the tears from your eyes and asking you if you learned you lesson, if you intend to do it again, and smiling when you insist you won't.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Your skin. It's beautiful, and he loves the way that light from the moon and sun look on your naked form. He loves the way your skin feels, soft and delicate, smooth, so paper thin and fragile, and so, so deliciously prone to showing marks from the slightest of harm - a simple smack can make the plump flesh darkened and reddened, the lightest suckling will leave beautiful hickeys all down your neck and chest. There are so many ways to mark his property, to stake a visible claim all over you, it's irresistible.

He also will go out of his way, when picking out all the things he wants you to wear, to find colors that best go with your skin tone, in a contrasting sense - particularly lacey, sheer things that contrast very well, so he can see your soft flesh perfectly defined against the little lace patterns.

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a whisker away― 1 | HQ Movie Collab!

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SUMMARY: After a strange series of events, turning into a cat becomes part of your daily routine, in which you visit your crush- Kenma, every day after school. But he doesn’t know you’re the cat that visits him. And to make things worse, you’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep this up before your world spirals out of your control.

PAIRING: Kenma Kozume x fem!reader

GENRE & THEME:  A Whisker Away! AU (movie), fluff to angst to fluff, pining. [(two part) ONE-SHOT] [Haikyu Movie Collab!]

TAG’S & TW: Cursing, a bit of unhealthy family dynamics. Mentions of social anxiety, rejection. Some angst, mentions of insecurities and small graphic violence. Reader might come off a bit as yandere-ish/obsessive but she’s just head over heels over Kenma, who’s barely discovering his feelings as well. 

WORD COUNT: 5.7K! 

A/N: Hey y’all! I’m here with my first Kenma fic :) Which is part of @/hitokas-angel Haikyuu Movie Collab! I’ll link the masterlist in my taglist reblog. This fic is based on the movie A Whisker Away but doesn’t follow the entire plot, and I haven’t written in a while and this is my first time writing for Kenma, so I hope it’s okay! <3 Please REBLOG, like and COMMENT if you enjoy! 

Second (and final) part will be out this upcoming week! If you want to be added to the taglist, check my pinned post. 

People are a fickle thing, Kenma thinks. And he snorts at the thought, knowing he isn't any better than any of the passing strangers he's walking by as he heads to Nekoma High. But still, there's something about people, about crowds and socializing that makes him want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

People are hard to deal with. If he can barely deal with himself, why bother with others? It's not that he's a sociopath, he does have friends and family he cares about. And he cares about what others think of him. But still, socializing is so intimidatingly hard that he'd rather just avoid it altogether if possible. 

Even with his headphones, he can hear the loud blaring of cars, the chattering of people that brush against his arms, and he tries to ignore it, tries to ignore the nervous fluttering that's sprouted in his stomach from all the alternating and overwhelming noises. Whatever, it's just a car honking. It's just a little kid screaming. So he braces his arms as he buries his hands in the pockets of his sweater, feeling a bit more relieved as he spots Nekoma High School in the near distance. He usually walks to school with Kuroo, but his friend decided to be productive today and wake up at four in the morning. The mere thought of waking up so early made Kenma yawn and feel drowsy. His eyes feel a bit heavy, though he knows it's his fault for staying up playing video games, again. 

But Kenma doesn't mind the slight drowsiness that courses through his body. In a sense, it feels comforting. Like if the world's been sedated to a more managing level. A world that he can handle without his anxiety bursting through the roof. 

A soft mew snaps him out of his thoughts, and Kenma spots a white kitten rubbing across his legs, and he smiles. It has a unique pattern across its fur, with brown and black spots. He kneels down and gently scratches the cat under its chin, and the furry animal purrs and preens with his touch.

As a small sigh escapes his lips, the boy raises his head and stares at the high school building ahead of him. Several classmates are walking past him and he watches the girls with swishing skirts and boys with their boisterous laugh and messily done ties. 

Despite a large number of students pouring into the building, the morning at Nekoma High is quiet and serene. Giving the black kitten one last scratch, Kenma stands up and heads inside the building, working his way through crowds. His gym bag is heavy in his hand and his backpack slightly thumps against his back, but he pays it no mind as he exits the building and finds his way into the gymnasium. Kuroo, Kai, and Yaku are already in the gymnasium, the three third years chattering amongst themselves. The gym's doors creaked from being pushed open, and Kuroo's gaze snapped towards Kenma, a wry smile crawling onto his lips. 

"Look who got here early. I'm impressed," the black-haired boy crossed his arms, and Kenma rolled his eyes. "You're the first second-year to get here today."

Kenma merely lets out a small grunt of acknowledgment, before trudging towards the locker rooms. He stashes his bag in his locker and then heads out back to the gym, already decked out in his volleyball uniform, but furrows his eyebrows at the sight ahead of him.

Not again. He swallows down an annoyed groan as he spots the all too familiar girl standing with Kuroo, a bright smile painted on her lips as she laughs and talks along with the boy. Why are you here?

"Kenma!" Kuroo calls out for him with a shit-eating grin on his face, "Your super fan is here with a gift." Great. Now he has to talk to you and thank you for whatever you brought. Why couldn't you just take a hint and leave him alone? He thought he made it clear last week when he ignored you as you called out his name and Kenma proceeded to ignore your every word as he raced home. 

"Hi, Kenma!" And there you go again, making his stomach twist with your wide smile. Why did you make him feel this way? He didn't like this feeling. "I had some free time today, so I decided to make you a bento box. I hope you like it," you explain before handing over the box, and Kenma ignores the way his skin heats up as your fingers brush against his. 

"Thank you," he murmurs but refuses to meet your gaze, hoping you'll go away without another second to spare.

"Aww, aren't you two adorable!" Kuroo coos at his left, and Kenma feels his pride shrivel and glares at the black-haired boy, but he pays him no mind.

Kenma drops his gaze to your shiny school shoes, hearing you stammer and step back nervously, and Kuroo's boisterous laugh echoes in the gym. Kenma lifts his gaze as he watches his best friend approach you and watches as your eyes widen as Kuroo grips your chin.

"If Kenma doesn't appreciate your gifts, I sure will. If you ever get tired of him, give me a call, eh?" Yaku and Kai laugh loudly as you squeak and nod, before rushing out of the gym.

"Poor girl, did you see the look on her face? You've tormented her too much, Kuroo," Yaku says with a disapproving tone to his words, but there's a wide grin on his face that says otherwise.

"Relax, it's all just a bit of fun. You don't mind, do you Kenma?" And the boy turns to look at the blonde, dropping his mischievous expression as he faces Kenma with genuine concern. 

"No, of course not." Kuroo relaxes at the boy's response and beams. Kenma turns around towards the benches, ignoring the loud pounding of his heart and the ugly feeling that begins to boil in his stomach. 

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Despite the searing heat that spread across your face after fleeing from the gym, you'd like to think your mission went pretty well. One, you made it to the gym without chickening out and two, you talked to Kenma without looking like an idiot! And three, you handed over the bento box and it was successfully received. 

So you spend the rest of your day at school with a bright smile, the small interaction with Kenma being enough to lift your mood. Soon enough, the school bell chimes softly, and you walk to lunch with your friends, Azumi and Emiko.

While Emiko goes off to the vending machine, her brown hair bouncing with her each step, Azumi and you walk towards a lunch table. But you freeze in your steps at the sight ahead of you. With only a tree and a few bushes separating you two, Kenma and Kuroo walk languidly ahead of you and you quickly duck behind the bushes, pulling Azumi down with you. Before she can protest, you slap your hand over her mouth, signaling her to be quiet. 

"Shh!" You peek your head over the bushes, watching with rapt attention. Kenma walks side by side with Kuroo, the taller one gossiping as they approach a lunch table. They sit down at one of the tables blanketed under the shade of the trees, and your eyes widen as you watch Kenma pull out your bento box. He kept it! A small part of you was fearing he would drop kick it at a trash can, but you feel much more relieved now that you see him with your gift. The branches begin to scratch against your forearms and thighs, and your friend grumbles at your side about how the bushes are annoying, but you pay her no mind as you watch almost in slow motion as Kenma opens your bento box and begins to eat. He digs into the food with his chopsticks and you strain your ears to listen as Kuroo speaks. 

"Oh? You're eating the bento box Y/N prepared for you?"

Kenma's brows furrow as he rolls his eyes, before continuing to dig into the food, cheeks puffed out with food. He ignores Kuroo's teasing words, and you don't think the smile on your lips can grow any wider. Wow....have you ever felt this happy before? You can't describe the happiness, the joy, and the satisfaction that blooms from your chest and floods your mind at the sight of your crush eating your food. 

"Okay," you let out a deep breath as you dramatically fall back on the grass, closing your eyes in bliss. "I can peacefully die now..."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Azumi chides you but falls back onto the grass at your side, and you can't stop the giggle that leaves your lips. 

"But it's true," you mumble as you drape your arm over your eyes, blocking off the blinding sunlight. "Kenma took my bento box. Kenma Kozume, the boy I've crushed on for years, took my food! And he's eating it!"

"Nothing else can make you happier, huh?" Your friend says with amusement, and you hum. You push your arm away from your face, and stare at the bright sky, raising your hand upward and partially block the sun's rays. 

"There is something else," you murmur, and Kenma's face flashes across your mind. "But beggars can't be choosers. I'll take what I can."

"What do you want?" Azumi rolls to the side and propels herself with her arm, looking at you expectantly. "Tell me."

You glance at her briefly before looking away with a small smile. You gaze at the sky, and you notice a small, burning light that travels across the blue horizons. A shooting star? That can't be it. It's the middle of the day. But you furrow your brows, a small prayer whispered in your head as you respond to your friend.

"I wish Kenma's heart belongs to me as much as mine belongs to him."

Azumi snorts. She rolls her eyes and lays back down on the grass, and you stifle a giggle.

"Well, good luck with that." She murmurs, and you hum in response. You close your eyes and spread your arms on the grass as the wind gently blows across the open area. 

"Thanks. I'm going to need it." You murmur mostly to yourself, but then you open your eyes and raise yourself from the grass, peeking through the branches and leaves. Kenma is still scarfing down the food you made and Kuroo drinks some canned juice. And you feel newfound determination flooding through your veins as you turn and beam at your friend, eyes set on your goal.

"I can do it. I know I can."

Azumi chuckles, watching you with an amused smile. She then rises from the grass, stretching her limbs before outstretching a hand towards you. 

"Well if it's anyone that can do it, it's you." And you smile. With a small huff, you grab her hand and rise to your feet, feeling much more hopeful than before. 

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On the way home, you walk with Azumi and Emiko, but soon enough part ways since you three live on different streets. Humming absentmindedly, you swing your bag in your hands as you walk towards your home with no rush in your steps, feeling as if you have all the time in your hands. Your mind drifts back to Kenma- as it always does, and you smile. You're determined to win him over, but truthfully, you're not sure how. A small sigh leaves your lips, and you begin to pick up your pace when you hear a loud crash from the alley on your left.

Stopping dead in your tracks, you slowly turn around and look into the rather dark alley, feeling your heart pound loudly. Uh oh. This can't be good. But you're frozen in place, and all you can do is watch in slight horror as a large and tall figure stomps out of the alley, slowly leaving shadows as it steps into the light. And you find yourself looking at... a cat?

That is if you can call this...thing, a cat. 

Towering over you, the overweight white cat stands on its two paws, black and brown spots littering its fur. Strangely enough, the animal sports a dark blue kimono with a mustard yellow cloak draped over the clothing and a red scarf wrapped around its thick neck. And the weirdest of it all? The cat is smoking a pipe. Rather than being afraid, you're stuck in place as confusion swarms your thoughts.

"Uh..." You stare up at the cat, whose eyes are closed. "Hello?"

"Greetings, human." And the cat exhales a puff of smoke right on your face. Coughing, you furrow your brows with annoyance. "I've heard your prayers, so I am here with an offer."

Oh. Wait, what? How could've he heard your mental prayers? Maybe it was the shooting star- assuming it was a shooting star. But whatever the reason is, you don't dwell on it too much as you swallow and take a step back.

"Which is...?" You wait for the cat to continue. Maybe you're hallucinating, which wouldn't be too crazy to consider. Maybe you've been hallucinating this entire day because God knows it's been too good to be true. 

The cat harrumphs, before opening its cloak, revealing a set of colorful masks. Pretty, you murmur to yourself, and the cat chuckles.

"I heard your pleads, and I am here to help. But I'm no love god, so I cannot make that boy fall in love with you. However," he pauses and grins, sharp teeth glinting. "I am the Mask Seller. I give masks to cats who wish to be humans, and I give masks to humans who wish to be cats."

"..." You frown, not liking the strange glint in the cat's eyes. You don't trust him. "And how would that help me win Kenma over?"

The Mask Seller laughs loudly, his belly slightly bouncing. "I have been watching you and the boy for some time now. You, more than anyone, should know why being a cat will change things."

Racking your head for the answer, you go through your memories of Kenma. A cat? Why would being a cat change anything? But then it dawns on you, and a small noise of understanding leaves your lips. 

"He loves cats," you rush the words, eyes wide and the Mask Seller nods. "If I were a cat, I could approach him easily, and learn more about him! And then, I could use that information to become closer to him as a human-,"

"You catch on fast," the cat croons, and you nod eagerly. But then you frown. Why is he offering to help you? What does he get out of this?

"What are the conditions? Price? Rules?" You cross your arms over your chest, tapping your foot impatiently.

"No money involved," the cat's low voice has you relaxing, but you still can't let down your guard. This is too good to be true. "But there are some conditions and rules you have to follow. And a small fee." 

"I'm listening," you nod in understanding. The cat tugs one of the masks hanging from his cloak, a white cat mask that only covers the upper half of your face, with red and pink markings. He places it firmly in your hands, and then clears his throat. "The mask has a time limit. You can only wear it for one hour and a half per day. After that time, you will turn back into a human. And once my services are no longer needed, I will come to collect the mask. And my fee, of course." The glint in his feline eyes has you swallowing nervously, brows furrowing.

"What's this 'fee' you're talking about? You said I don’t have to pay you money." But the Mask Seller only chuckles before flipping backward, and you watch with a slackened jaw as he spins into the air, before floating down to a pipe and waves at you before swiftly squeezing down the passage.

"You'll see! Enjoy your new life." 

And then you're left alone, standing in front of the alley with a cat mask in your hands. 

Frowning, you stare down at the mask, turning it around. There's no engraving, inscription, or any indication of where it was made or such. Oh well. With a sigh, you hoist your bag around your shoulder and continue walking home, the cat mask held tightly in your hands.

Once you reach your home's doorstep, you stop. Pinching your arm, you wince at the stinging pain that shoots up your dream. Well, that crosses out one thing. You're not dreaming. 

Swinging the door open, you announce your arrival, take off your shoes and kiss your mother's cheek, before racing up the stairs towards your bedroom. You need to know whether the mask will work before getting your hopes up, or if you've been having major hallucinations the entire day. A part of you hopes for it to work. Dropping your school bag on the ground, you examine the mask once again, tracing your fingers over the marks. It's a bit similar to a kitsune mask. Taking a deep breath, you straighten your posture before raising the mask and clasping it tight against your face. 

And then it happens. A powerful breeze sweeps into your room, even though your windows are closed, and you feel the world spinning. Closing your eyes tightly, you slowly open them after a few seconds. 

Woah. When was your bag this big? Things look a bit different, a bit sharper. And you're definitely way smaller than before. Glancing downwards, you spot your paws. White, soft, furry paws. The paws of a cat.

Oh my God. It worked! You want to squeal and scream with excitement, but all that leaves your mouth is a small, gentle mew. 

Oh, right. You're a cat. You can't talk. So instead, you walk towards your balcony, thankful you didn't close it last night as you nudge it open with your head. Once it slides open, you take a step forward before examining your paws. You can retract your claws at your own will. That's pretty cool, you think, but it's time to test them out. Leaping forward, you sink your claws into the cement wall and climb upwards, surprised at how easy it is. Perhaps everything is easier as a cat. 

Once you've reached the top of the half-wall of your balcony, you begin to leap on roofs, tread on pipes and sidewalks until you've reached Kenma's house. Ever since you went there for a project in middle school, you've never forgotten his address. Is it creepy? Maybe- okay, yeah, it is creepy, but it's not like you stalk him! You simply memorized his address by heart. Blame it on your love haze from seventh grade, the same love haze that continues to influence your current actions. 

You walk around his house until you reach his bedroom window. You wonder what he'll think, seeing a white kitten peeking through his window. Dread boils in your stomach when you realize he might not even be home at all. What if he's still at volleyball practice? You might've come all the way here for nothing.

But much to your surprise, after climbing up to his window, you find yourself staring at him. Kenma sits at his desk, black headphones on his head as he scribbles on a piece of paper. He must be doing homework, you ponder. Deciding to not interrupt him just yet, you look around in his bedroom, observing the decoration. 

It's rather simple, with beige walls and a wooden floor. On the right corner of his room, a bed is pushed against the wall with pastel green blankets, and to the bed's left, there's a wooden desk with a PC, as well as several stacks of books, what seems to look like comics, and some gaming equipment. 

After you've gotten bored of looking around in his bedroom, you scratch at his window, mewing softly. He doesn't look up, and you find your stomach twisting. What if he just thinks you're a strange stray and ignores you? Or worse, kicks you out of his home? Dear God, you did not think this through. Why did you take that mask again? Your mother did tell you to never accept gifts from strangers. 

But before your endless cycle of overthinking can fully commence, your eyes widen as you watch Kenma pull off his headphones and stare at you through the window for a few seconds. You watch his short, dirty blonde hair slightly move with his movements and his slightly parted lips. And you know he sees nothing more but a white kitten, but a part of you hopes that he sees through the magic, and sees you. It's me, Kenma. 

Almost hesitantly, he walks over to his window and pulls it open. You sit down patiently and chirp softly once the window has been lifted. Kenma looks rather confused but doesn't say anything as he reaches a hand towards you and begins to gently scratch your chin. That feels good. You purr and lean into his touch, and you hear a soft chuckle leave his lips. Oh. My. God.

"How did you get up here?" He murmurs, mostly to himself and all you can do is meow in response. 

You watch as he stares at his closed door, before turning back to you. And then, you feel his warm and soft hands go underneath your arms as he picks you up from the edge of the window and brings you to his bed. Kenma runs his fingers through your white fur, and the heat his body emits is almost comforting and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

"You like cuddles, don't you?" He says, with a teasing smile that you've never seen before. If you were in human form right now, you're sure you would've passed out by now. 

You let out a soft mew and reach for his cheek with one of your paws, but Kenma laughs as he grabs your paw and squeezes it gently in his hand.

This is it. You've never seen Kenma smile before, much less laugh, and there are no words to describe how it makes you feel. All you can think about is that you need to see it again.

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Your life has taken a strange twist, to say the least. After enduring school, you race home and pull on the mask, heading straight to Kenma's house. You spend an hour there, cuddled in his arms or his lap as he plays video games, one of his hands resting on the top of your head. Kuroo has even come over a few times and seems to enjoy your presence as well. Kenma even feeds you sometimes, but most times you refuse, not liking how your stomach feels once you turn back human. 

"Mmm." Kenma hums as you lay on his chest, pressing his nose to the crook of your neck, buried between your fur. And you purr, closing your eyes. "You smell like heaven. But I wonder," he leans back for a moment, assessing your frame. "What's your name? Do you have a family?" 

"Give it a break, Kenma," Kuroo says at his side, reaching a hand to pet you. His movements are rather brutish and rough and you grumble as he pets your fur. 

"I'm sure she has a family that feeds her. You can't feel her bones or anything, she's a healthy weight."

The boy sighs in response, before sitting up on his bed, moving you to his lap. "But I still get worried," he gently runs his fingers through your fur. "Where does she go after coming here?"

You meow in response. I'm fine, Kenma. You don't need to worry over me. He chuckles, raising you to his face, his nose gently bopping against yours. You stare into his golden eyes, wondering how someone's eyes could be as beautiful and hypnotizing as his, and you feel yourself fall a little bit more in love.

"Your birthday is coming up, isn't it?" Kuroo says as he flops onto the bed, bouncing a volleyball in his hands. 

"Yeah," Kenma murmurs, and you don't miss the way he averts his eyes and how his voice lowers. Does he not like his birthday? "It's this Friday."

"I'm gonna get you some apple pie. Let's go to the park after school on Friday, and then we can go to that arcade you like going to." You turn to look at Kuroo. If you were in your human form, you would've been smiling softly. Though Kuroo can be loud and boisterous at times, you can tell that he cares for Kenma.

"Apple pie is good," he murmurs as his fingers scratch your head. "I like it."

 Your ears perk up at this as an idea pops into your head. Kuroo's going to give him apple pie, but probably store-bought. Which means you can bake him homemade apple pie and buy him a few more gifts. He'll love it! Seeing that his birthday is only in two days, you spring up from his chest and race towards the window. You don't have any time to waste. 

"Huh- wait!" You stop, hearing the sudden surprise in Kenma's words. Mewing softly, you lick your paw and meow one more time before leaping out of the window. That should suffice as a goodbye, right? It's not like you can go up to him and say, "See you later!" You're in the body of a cat, after all.

Once you've dropped down to the soft grass, you begin to make your way home, making mental calculations of what you need to buy and prepare. And you feel giddiness shoot through your chest, butterflies awakening in your stomach. Who knows, maybe the gift will win him over? You can only hope so. 

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By the time Kenma's birthday, October 16th, rolls by, you feel ready as ever. Speed walking to school, you're decked out in your school uniform, carrying the warm apple pie in one hand, and a gift bag in the other, while your bag is slung over your shoulders. You can't stop the giddy smile that crawls on your lips, which only grows wider at the sight of your two friends, Emiko and Azumi waiting for you at your designated spot. 

"Hey there," Azumi chimes in while Emiko gasps at the sight in your arms.

"Y/N! What's all this?" Her words are chipper and her eyes are wide as you smile and begin to walk towards the school, the two girls at your sides.

"It's Kenma's birthday today, so I decided to bake him apple pie and I bought him some gifts. I hope he'll like them," you feel your insecurities seep in your last words, slightly frowning as you look down at your apple pie. You were a good baker, having done many other desserts in the past, but you can't help but fear that he won't like your baking.

"Wow. You really went all out," Azumi comments and you giggle. The three of you continue to gossip as you walk towards Nekoma High and it isn't long until the school building towers over you. You feel your stomach twist as you take in a deep breath. 

Azumi pats your shoulder, while Emiko beams at you and gives you a thumbs up.

"You should give it to him before classes start. Good luck!" The brunette says with a wide smile and you smile back, before marching into the building. Here goes nothing. 

It takes you a few minutes to find Kenma, knowing he'll probably be in the gymnasium, but you decide to check some other classrooms just in case. When you can't find him in any classroom, you grimace and speedwalk towards the gym, knowing you're running out of time. You only have eight minutes left before the school bell rings and then you'll have to head to class. 

Once you've reached the gym, you slowly push the doors open, silently praying that only Kuroo and Kenma are in the gym. 

But your prayers go unheard as a ball rolls right towards your feet, and the boy's volleyball team freezes when they spot you. A small moment of awkwardness passes through before you clear your throat and walk towards Kenma, giving the other boys a tight-lipped smile. Kenma sits on one of the benches, drinking from his water bottle as a sheen layer of sweat rolls down from his forehead. When you stand in front of him, he sets his water bottle to the side and stares at you, mouth slightly parted open. 

"Happy birthday, Kenma. I hope you'll like it." You slightly bow before him, handing him over the gifts. He takes them silently, staring at them, and you decide to take this as your chance to escape. Quickly turning on your heel, you half-race out of the gym, feeling your face burn with embarrassment once again. And then you press your back against the gym's wall, catching your breath as your cheeks burn. But then you smile, a small laugh falling from your lips. You did it. 

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Kenma isn't a fan of birthdays. He'll endure his friend's birthdays and he'll even help with the surprise parties, but there's something about them that makes his stomach churn. Especially when it's his birthday. He's not the biggest fan of celebrating his birthday and he tries to avoid it when he can, but of course, Kuroo won't let it slip by this year.

He's barely arrived at the gym and Kenma frowns as he notices that no one's here yet. The gymnasium is dark and empty, and he wonders if he missed a memo or something. Did they not have practice today? 

He sighs, dropping his gym bag on the ground. He'll wait a few minutes, maybe he's early today? But then he hears something shuffle, and he freezes. What was that....?

Then a grumble. Kenma raises a brow, both confused and wary. Is there a ghost or are his teammates pranking him? Neither outcomes sound pleasant.

"...Who's there?"

A sigh. And then, before Kenma can brace himself, the entire volleyball team jumps from the bleachers, shouting eagerly. 

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Jesus Christ! Kenma jumps in his spot, heart thundering as he processes the situation. Okay, so not a ghost. Just his teammates being annoying as usual. Kuroo and Lev are grinning like doofuses, holding a banner that says, 'Happy Birthday Kenma!' Kai holds an apple pie in his hands, a serene smile on his face, Yaku holds the other end of the banner, and the rest of the first and second years hold balloons and throw streamers into the air.

All of this, just for him? 

"What's this?" Kenma murmurs, still wracking his brain as he tries to process his emotions. Lev's about to open his mouth, but Yaku reaches over and slaps his hand over the Russian's mouth, a forced smile on his lips.

Kuroo clears his throat, beaming. "Just a surprise celebration! We wanted to do something special. You don't turn seventeen every day."

And Kenma feels his chest warm, and there's a smile that's threatening to break onto his face, but he holds it back and gives them a small smile, not sure if he can handle so many emotions.

"...Thank you." And he is, he feels thankful and only feels even more thankful as his friends cheer and suddenly rush towards him, embracing him tightly in his arms. He can't help the laugh that leaves his lips and feels serene. Kenma's never been a fan of his birthday, but his friends make it a little bit better. 

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The team quickly calms down and begins practice, a few laps, then practicing their spikes and receives. Kenma walks over to the benches and takes a seat as he drinks from his water bottle when the gym doors creak open.

Everyone turns to look at the intruder, and Kenma's stomach squirms. It's you again. And he hates the way his heart skips a beat at the sight of you, and he hates the way it makes him feel.

It's dead silent, and you stand at the door for a second before quickly walking towards him, and Kenma's heart pounds even louder. He doesn't understand you. Why do you pursue him so much? You're cute, he can't deny it. So why, out of all the people in Nekoma High, did you chase after him? And why is it making his heart go wild?

"Happy birthday, Kenma. I hope you'll like it." You slightly bow before him, handing him over the gifts. A freshly baked apple pie that smells absolutely delicious, and a large red gift bag. 

Oh wow... He's speechless. He doesn't know what to say. It feels like with the surprise celebration, and it feels like too much. What is he supposed to say? But before he can even regain his composure, you're rushing out of the gym, and Kenma's stomach churns. Oh... 

Once the gym doors close with a loud slam, the entire team turns to look at him. They blink, and then they leap. Kenma yelps as the entire team rush towards him, yapping and all of them speaking at the same time.

"Lemme see what she got you!"

"Y/N L/N is so adorable!"

"Kenma, have you secretly been dating Y/N this entire time?!" Fukunaga pipes in, and Kenma finds his face heating up as his eyes widen.

"What?! Of course not!" And then Kuroo's snickering as he sits next to Kenma, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

"She's a sweet girl. Why don't you give her a chance?"

He lets out a shaky breath, his poor heart barely handling all the commotion. Kenma definitely needs at least one hour of cuddling with his white kitten after school to recover from all this. He blocks out what his friends say as his thoughts drift off, and he furrows his brows. 

Wait a minute. How did you know he likes apple pie?

A/N: Hey!! I hope you enjoyed the first half of this one-shot :)) I totally did not speedrun it 1-2 days before the collab event was live 😭😭I’ve been busy with school and just life in general so I haven’t had much time to write tbh. And plus I’m lazy :,) but anyway! I hoped you enjoyed it as much I enjoyed writing it :DD The 2nd and final part of this one-shot will be out this week!

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A Pure Soul: Nearly Taken (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: The day (y/n) comes back to the compound after being told all those nasty things takes a toll on their mental health and self-esteem. Unfortunately it gets to a point that Wanda hoped it would NEVER reach.

Request?: Still none.

Word Count: 3,456

Warnings: Ableism, eugenics mention, r-word slur, attempted suicide, attempted overdose, hurt and comfort.

Notes: This is a sort of “in-between scene” from “A Pure Soul.” The rate of suicide is 3 times higher in autistic people because of the world’s lack of understanding and willingness to accommodate us. Plus being told the world would be better off without you, along with people looking for ways to make sure we’re not born....that’s gonna take a toll. So it makes sense for these feelings to emerge.

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You know that the world isn’t very kind to the disabled.

You know that the world wishes people like you wouldn’t exist.

But that doesn’t make what happened hurt any less.

You were out shopping when you ran into your best friend from high school. Except....this friend wasn’t the same as you knew them. No, instead they showed you their true colors.

“Oh hey, (y/n),” they said.

Tone has never been your specialty.

“Hey!” you exclaimed happily as you were looking through the books at your local bookstore. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How are you?”

“Better. How’s the treatment coming along?”

This confused you.

“Treatment?”

They nodded.

“For that disease you call autism.”

This struck a chord, and it struck HARD. How could they say something like that?!

“D-disease?!”

They smirked.

“I mean, it just makes us humans lives harder to be around your kind.”

What?!

“What the hell’s gotten into you?!” you exclaimed. “I thought you were my best friend!”

“Oh?”

They pretended to wrack their brain.

“Oh! Yeah, I was such a great actor in that part. I should get an Oscar. Here’s the tea; I lost a bet and had to be your best friend for those four hellish years. I can’t believe they wanted me to suffer that much.”

Your heart began to crack. It was all....an act?

“You took my high school years away from me, made me miserable. I could’ve won prom royalty, but no one voted for me because I associated myself with your species. I’m glad you’re out of my life now. You’re nothing but a burden and the world would be so much better off without you. Why not do us that favor?”

Your heart shattered. You were so plagued with shock that you didn’t notice them push you to the ground and spit on you before walking away with a satisfied chuckle. For the next few minutes, you couldn’t say or do anything. You were just frozen to the spot, their words bouncing around your head.

Finally you were able to feel both the physical and emotional pain. Pursing your lips, you got up, kept your head down, and quickly left the bookstore, trying not to let the tears fall.

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In the elevator, heading up to your floor, you can barely form a new thought. All you can think of is that hurtful interaction. 

Burden, your kind, your species, disease....

It all hurt. 

And the worst part is that you can’t help but think that they’re right.

But your thoughts are jolted by the elevator bell. As usual you find the Avengers hanging out in the lounge. Nat and Clint are chatting with Wanda. Tony and Peter are working on homework. You can barely see what the others are doing. 

Almost instantly, Wanda’s eye falls on you. She has a smile on her face, but it falls when she sees you, as she instantly knows that something is wrong. 

“(Y/N)!” she whispers worried.

She rushes over and gives you a gentle hug, but you practically squeeze the life out of her. The other Avengers also come to your aid. 

“What happened?” Wanda asks you.

You gulp as she and Nat lead you to the couch.

“I....” you begin as you sit down. “I was out shopping....and I ran into my best friend from high school....”

You tell them the entire interaction. Shocked looks are nearly all around by the end.

“That’s seriously messed up,” Nat says in a mix of disgust and anger.

The others nod in agreement, except for Wanda. Instead she begins to tear up. 

“My sweet angel,” she weeps softly as she hugs you closer and pets your head. “Oh, my sweet, sweet angel. None of what they said is true, not one bit of it. You’re an absolute joy to have around and you’re one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. You bring so much to the Avengers and to our lives. Autism is not a disease. It’s a part of who you are, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Wanda’s right,” Peter nods. “You’re wonderful, (y/n). You’re one of the best friends I could ever ask for.”

“And you bring a lot of new perspectives,” Nat adds. “You came into our lives when we needed you the most, especially Wanda.”

They all take turns giving you words of comfort and encouragement as well as letting you cry. Wanda stays the closest to you, to no one’s surprise, hugging you tightly. Her embrace is exactly what you need right now; so warm and loving. 

Tony, though not the most emotional person, does feel sympathetic and even angered at the person who said that to you; even though you’re on the opposite side of the Accords, he decides to get your favorite food for dinner. It’s not the greatest gesture of sympathy, but it’s definitely something. After that, you take a nice, warm shower and get into some fresh, soft pajamas. Wanda’s waiting for you in your bedroom, and surprises you with some soft socks that match your pajamas.

“I removed the fabric tags too,” she tells you.

Your heart melts a bit more for her. How someone as kind, attentive, and loving as her could ever be considered a terrible person is beyond you. You let her put them on your feet and they feel amazing. You wriggle your toes in them, smiling. 

“You like them?” she asks you.

“I love them,” you giggle before turning to Wanda. “And I love you.”

She smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you too, my angel.”

The two of you spend the rest of the night together, cuddling up close with one another, watching sitcoms, singing quietly. You doze off in her arms.....

But that doesn’t mean it’s over.....

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You’re not someone who easily forgets how things make you feel, and what that person said still makes you feel like shit. Now whenever you go out, you’re worried that you’re going to run into them. You keep your guard up and walk as quickly as you can. Every outing feels like a fight for survival, but you try to stay strong so that you don’t bother the others. You try to keep a smile on your face. You need to be strong.....

.....But even the strong reach their limits.

It’s a little after you found out they became catatonic. You’re at a coffee shop, nearly empty, when someone else walks in. It’s a friend of that person. You keep your head low as they place their order; four cups of black coffee, extra hot. Your anxiety is increasing, but you don’t want this person to think you’re weak. You keep your back to them, hearing the door open again. 

The other person is called for their order. Maybe you can finally get out of here.

The next thing you know, you feel something steaming hot being poured down the back of your shirt, on your head, thrown in your face, (which you luckily cover most of with your arms) and splattered on your arms and legs. Standing up, you cry out in pain as you whirl around to see 4 people from high school, among them the friend of your former best friend.

“It’s your fault my best friend can’t function, you retard!” the friend snaps as they push you around roughly.

“No one wants you on this planet,” spits another.

“You’re nothing but a parasite!”

“You just weigh people down!”

“You’re an embarrassment to society!”

“Why don’t you just end this?”

“It’ll be better that way!”

“Your birth was a mistake!”

By this time, you’re hardly a thread’s width away from a meltdown and you look at the cashier for help, but nothing. You try to take out your phone to call for help, but you end up slipping on the coffee, falling to the ground hard and in an odd position, hearing a crack. Pain surges through your body as you look at your arms; burn marks are beginning to form.

After they kick at you for a bit and spit on you, they leave. You look up at the cashier. 

“Why....didn’t you help?” you whimper with a whistle in your voice.

No answer. 

They don’t help you up either. Crawling to the door, you use a nearby booth to bring yourself back up to your feet. Suddenly you feel an intense surge of pain in your left leg, and not just from the burns. You look to see that it’s swollen and turning reddish-purple. You reach into your coat and get out your phone only to discover that it’s dead. Wanda’s going to be worried sick....you hate making her worry, and she’s been worried sick these last few weeks to the point where it’s taking a toll on her; so on the way back, you decide to take one worry out of her life for good.

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It’s dark when you get back to the compound. And lucky for you, the elevator is closed for repairs. You limp up the stairs, finally reaching the compound. As quiet as a dust mite, you open the door, biting down on your lips to keep yourself from crying out in pain; unfortunately, your lips took some burn damage as well. Limping to the bathroom, you shut and lock the door. You search the medicine cabinet and find some pills.

“This should do the trick,” you whisper.

You try to quietly position yourself on the floor so that you won’t hit your head. You want to be able to pass as peacefully as possible. But something gives in your left leg and you fall, letting out a loud cry of agony. Realizing your mistake, you quickly fiddle with the lid of the bottle as you hear footsteps rush in. You finally get the lid open and begin to pour out the whole bottle into your hand, hoping to get it in in time--

Click!

The lock turns scarlet, clicks, and the door swings opens. 

“(Y/N)!”

A terrified Wanda immediately snatches the pills and bottle from you with her powers. She makes them disappear before heading to your side, tears already flowing from her eyes.

“My sweet angel.....” she squeaks as she kneels in front of you gently taking ahold of your hands. “I didn’t realize you were feeling this terrible. I’m so sorry things have reached this point.”

You look away guiltily. 

“No, I’m sorry....it’s my fault. I never said....anything. You....you’ve been so stressed these past few weeks....all of you. I didn’t want to make it worse on you, so....I just kept quiet.”

Wanda shakes her head.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (y/n). It can be scary, but there’s no shame in reaching out. We all need help sometimes.”

Other footsteps rush in.

“What happened?” Nat asks. “Did (y/n)---?”

“Almost,” Wanda gulps. “We need to get them to the emergency room.”

“I’m fine,” you lie.

“Are you fine?” Wanda asks.

You realize that it’s pointless to lie, and you shake your head.

“No, I’m not....”

“Then we need to take you to the emergency room.....”

That’s when she sees the burns and leg.

“Especially to treat these.....what happened?”

As they carry you to the car, you tell them about the run-in at the coffee shop, them pouring the hot coffee on you, how they were telling you all of these things, how the cashier did nothing to help, how you heard that crack. Both of them are disgusted and horrified at those monsters.

“I don’t care what they say,” Nat tells you as they get you inside. “I’m glad that you’re here.”

“I am too,” Wanda agrees as she gets in the front seat. “We’re here for you.”

“But.....my autism.....”

Wanda gently takes ahold of your fingers, careful to avoid the burns.

“My angel.....I can only imagine how isolating it feels to be in a world that’s not made for you, but your autism is part of who you are. It’s what makes you unique. If the world refuses to accommodate for people like you on their own, we’ll help them to see that they need to, and we’ll help advocate with you.”

Nat nods as she starts the car up and the three of you head for the ER.

“I....I feel selfish worrying you like this and even attempting....I just thought....you’ve been so stressed and I thought it’d be better to take one worry out of your life.”

“You have nothing to feel selfish about,” Wanda assures you. “What you did wasn’t selfish. You’re in pain, and wanting to do something to stop that pain isn’t selfish. But there are better ways to deal with the pain, and I want to help you with those. (Y/N), I can say with 100% certainty that I’m glad to have you in my life, through the good and the bad.”

Tears flow down your face as the three of you silently drive to the ER.

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It takes several hours for you to be treated, along with a few more hours of consultation for your mental health. Some of the burns are treated through surgery, so you have to stay for a little over a week to make sure you recover and stabilize. Your leg is put in a cast, and Wanda comes to visit you everyday. You feel much better with her and Nat.

A psychologist comes in to discuss a safety plan with you. You decided to ask Wanda if she’d come and discuss it with them. She said yes and Nat also decided to help. You all work out what works in terms of coping mechanisms, people you can talk to, calming techniques, etc,. The psychologist also recommends regular counseling. Wanda asks if there are any remote options for counseling, as it’s going to be difficult for you to get there with your leg, (Also, she’s a little worried that the therapist might try to take you away from her, but she does show concern for your leg) and to her relief, there is. 

You’re discharged after about a week, but you’re not to be left alone for a few days to another week or two, just to be sure. Well, it’s more of Wanda’s recommendation than psychologist’s orders, but the psychologist also thinks that that could be a good idea. You’re not really complaining; it’s more time to spend with Wanda. And she’s certainly not complaining either.

For that time, especially, she makes sure you know that you’re loved, wanted, valued. She practically dotes on you; as if she hadn’t been doting on you before, she’s especially pampering you now. The other Avengers also get the 411, and decide to help. If you need pain or sleep medications, one of them brings the proper dose to you. They take turns spending time with you and getting to know you more. If they need to go out on a mission, Wanda volunteers to stay with you, but if she’s absolutely needed there, she entrusts your care to Vision, a robot who’s exceptionally caring. You and Wanda regularly discuss possibly adding him to the relationship, but you’re not sure if she’s being serious or not. 

On one night, Wanda’s caring for you. After applying the prescribed cream on your burns, she helps you find an oversized t-shirt to wear as PJs. 

“This one’s softer than the others,” you note.

“I went looking for a shirt with a softer material than normal,” she tells you as she prepares a small dose of melatonin for you, one that you’ve been taking to combat the nightmares of those events in the hospital. “I know how much it tends to make you feel discomforted if there is one. I also made sure it was a tagless shirt.”

You smile and sigh.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve an angel like you, Wanda,” you tell her.

Hearing this she smiles and blushes.

“If anyone’s the angel, it’s you,” she says as she gives you the melatonin. “You’ve been there for me even when I’m at my absolute worst.”

“So have you.”

You take the melatonin before Wanda brings you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You brush thoroughly before spitting it into a cup that Wanda disposes of. 

“You know, I could go to the bathroom and do this myself,” you tell her kindly.

“I know,” she sighs. “I’m just worried, my angel.”

“What if I wash my face tonight with the door open?” you suggest.

Wanda gives this a little thought and nods. 

“I can work with that.”

Using your crutches, you walk to the bathroom where you sit on a stool in front of the sink. You wash and dry your face before heading to the bed with Wanda helping you get tucked in.

“You’re seriously an angel,” you tell her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone outside of my family that’s been as concerned about my well-being as you.”

“And you’re too sweet,” she smiles again as she finishes getting ready for bed herself. “If anyone’s the undeserving, I don’t deserve you.”

“No, it’s the other way around,” you say.

“No, I’m certain I’m right.”

You giggle.

“Wanda, if we try to prove one right over the other, we’ll be going at this all night.”

She smiles as she goes over to the other side of the bed. 

“Well, I know you’re an angel,” she tells you as she gets under the covers. “You came to me in a dark time, and you shone a beam of sunlight through the shadow.”

The two of you look at each other as the fairy lights hang above you. Of course you’re looking at the bridge of her nose, but you can’t help but glance up at her eyes a few times; one time they catch you, and they are stunning. They’re like emeralds to you; vivid, entrancing, mystical. Just a single glance, and you know there’s so much to know about, so much to discover, and you become lost in them. 

“I’m so proud of you, (y/n).”

Wanda’s gentle voice echoes against your eardrums and dances around your mind, soothing you into drifting even more. But then she boops you on the nose, making it twitch like a bunny’s and snapping you out of your trance.

“Huh?” you ask, looking lost.

Wanda giggles.

“You are too cute,” she tells you. “I was saying that I’m so proud of you for pushing through all of this. It’s not the easiest thing to do, and.....well.....I’m glad you’re still alive, my sweet little sunbeam.”

You blush upon hearing this and turn away, but Wanda gently redirects your face forward.

“There’s no need to hide, my angel. I want to see your lovely face.”

At that moment, you begin to feel drowsy and bring yourself closer to her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough, Wanda,” you sigh.

She brings you in closer and you melt into her embrace.

“Being with you, and you being safe and happy and alive.....that’s the only thank you I need.”

Leaning in, she kisses you gently on your forehead and you shyly return one on her cheek. 

“Goodnight, my angel,” she tells you as she brushes a strand of hair out of your way.

“Wait,” you say as she turns to switch the lights off. “Will....will you sing me those lullabies again? Please?”

“Of course,” she smiles. 

Turning the lights off, she returns to embrace you and softly sings the Sokovian lullabies her parents used to sing to her. As you drift off to sleep, you don’t know what’s going on in her mind. What’s going on with her mind? Her master plan, of course. Tonight’s the night she will finish what she started. Those monsters at the coffee shop messed with the wrong person. For the past few nights, she’s been paying them visits, doing the same things she did with your former best friend, and sending subconscious suggestions for them to gather in one place, thinking they’d be safer together. And now they have.

Tonight she’s going to make sure their minds are gone for good, but not before making them feel the pain and agony she imagines you felt. Her anger with them is in full throttle, so it’s going to be even worse for them. Telekinesis, fear projection, hypnosis, inducing extreme fear, she’ll do whatever she has to. Wanda will not leave until they’re nothing more than hollow husks, shadows of their former selves. With how they’d been acting on those nights, and how much Wanda has done so far, it won’t take too long. 

Because no one-and she means no one-gets away with hurting her precious angel.......ever.