#i was open with you. i told opened up to you. i understood you. i broke MY OWN BOUNDARIES FOR YOU. I WOULDVE DIED FOR YOU.

[totalswag]

just cause flowers ⎯ RAFE CAMERON

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summary rafe, your boyfriend, coming to your house randomly surprising you with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite snacks.

warning(s) a whole lotta sweetness.

If someone asked you to count on your fingers how many times Rafe arrived at your house with a bouquet of flowers, jewelry, and handful of your favorite snacks. You could lose track of the count. One of his love languages is gift-giving. 

Rafe impacted your life in ways you cannot articulate. Rafe considers you the most significant woman in the world. He makes you feel cherished, valued, and understood.

You're not sure how you got so lucky with someone like Rafe. He consistently treats you nicely and makes you happy, even on your worst days. Every day, you tell him how grateful you are for him.

Rafe will show up with something in his hand whenever you two are together. You remember your first date he brought you to this beautiful restaurant on the island then you two walked on the beach for half an hour till it was time for you to go home.

As you dig through the fridge, you yell, "Scarlett, you have to spill the tea!" while holding the phone to your ear and shoulder, eager to hear what she's about to say.

Your best friend, Scarlett, told you about this guy she's been seeing for a while. They went on a date last night and you've been waiting to hear what happened.

Scarlett tells you it went good, she really likes him. Towards the end of their date when he was dropping her off at her house, he asked to kiss her.

"That's so cute, I'm so happy for you," you reply, feeling thrilled for your best friend. "Have you texted since then?" You inquire with curiosity.

"Yes, he wants to see me again," she exclaims over the phone, thrilled that this is even happening.

The phone call lasted for another thirty minutes. Following the call, you finished your food, cleaned the bowl, and walked into the living room to watch a show on Netflix. Your parents are at work right now, so you are at home alone.

In the middle of the show, your phone buzzed on your lap.

Rafe: come outside princess

Y/N: kk coming

As you stood up from the couch, you felt a rush of butterflies in your stomach. You grab your Crocs, put them on, and open the front door. Rafe was there, one hand holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers and the other holding all of your favorite munchies and one of his sweaters.

Get down on one knee now, Rafe.

Your palm covers your lips, slowly walking over to view what's in-front of you, "you've got to be kidding me," smiling before leaning in and smelling the flowers, which smelled fantastic.

He chuckles at your reaction, "I'm not kidding, princess," appreciating your expressions before going in for a passionate kiss on the lips.

"These are beautiful baby, thank you so much" you beam with such gratefulness scanning through the basket of snacks then grabbing the flowers, smelling them again.

You swiftly glance at Rafe before turning your attention to the big sweatshirt draped over his arm behind the basket. Carefully reaching for the mystery sweater, your eyes will light up as you unfold it. It smells just like him and is one of your favorite hoodies of his.

You smirk and clutch it against your chest, cuddling it. "Ah you shouldn't have," you remark cynically. "This is added to my millions of sweatshirts of yours."

Rafe throws his head back laughing at your comment knowing you steal majority of his clothes from his closet. He doesn't mind it.

"Anything for my gorgeous girlfriend who'm I love so much" Rafe smiles sweetly placing multiple kisses on your face⎯you giggle out loud feeling like a teenager all over again.

He pulls away, lips running over his bottom lip, both hands on your hips, keeping you close to him. All he can do is admire what's in front of him⎯you looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes and smile.

"Let's go inside?" You wiggle your brow as you motion to the house. 

Rafe responds by nodding, turning you around with his large hands and following closely after you.

"You know the moment you propose to me, I will probably faint," you say honestly, causing Rafe to chuckle out loud as he closes the front door. 

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Headcanons: they caught you in the shower🤍

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Kim Young Mi x Reader(f), Kang Dae Ho x Reader(f), Nam Gyu x Reader(f)

Summary: you just wanted to take a shower calmly, but they came to your bathroom.

A/N: Thank you, my dears, for 200 readers of my channel!

🤍🤍🤍

Cho Hyun Ju

The girl decided to take a shower and thought that you had come out of the bath a long time ago, but when she entered the room, she saw you naked and Hyun Ju immediately blushed and the heat spread all over her body.

- My God, I'm sorry..I..I didn't want to!! - she began to speak, covering her face with her hands, but still trying to peek.

- Oh, my love, it's okay, I have nothing to hide from you. - you told her, but she was still embarrassed and was about to leave, but you stopped her.

- Wait, why are you leaving?

- I wanted to take a shower..I thought you were already out..sorry, I didn't think you were still here, I'll go out now.

- No, no, no. - from your words she stopped abruptly, looking into your eyes, but her gaze involuntarily walked over your body.

- Join me, honey. I'll give you a massage.

She did it. You took a shower together, massaged each other and kissed a lot. This situation turned into a small date.

Thanos (Su Bong)

Your boyfriend always liked to break into the rooms without warning that you were even scared of it. This case was no exception.

He couldn't even think that you were taking a shower at that time, he just wanted to wash his hands, but when he opened the door, he saw you and both of you shouted. He's out of surprise, and you're out of fear.

- Su Bong!! Come out!!! - you shouted evilly, he just licked and examined you.

- Fuck, what fucking tits you have, I would have eaten them. Can I help you take a shower? - he said flirtingly, although you were embarrassed by his words, but the anger was higher.

- Come Out! Otherwise, I'll throw a can of shampoo in your head. - You didn't like it when people broke into your personal space, so even flirtation didn't save the guy.

He came out of the bath with a sad face, but you understood that now he would jerk off to your image and it slightly excited you.

Kim Young Mi

The girl never broke in without warning. It was in the morning, the girl was going to the shower and didn't hear that you were already in the shower. Therefore, when she saw you in the shower, she was scared and quickly closed the door. You didn't hear it, because the water stunned you.

But now she won't forget this case and your image that she saw.

Young Mi couldn't look at you calmly, as soon as you talked to her, she immediately blushed and you were worried.

- Sweetie, did something happen? Do you have a fever? Aren't you sick? - you asked at breakfast, just after this incident.

- No, no, no!!! Everything..everything..everything is fine!!! - she shouted embarrassedly, spreading her arms.

Unfortunately, you still didn't understand what suddenly happened to her, you could only guess.

Kang Dae Ho

The guy was also not a fan of breaking in without warning. This time he was wearing headphones, so he didn't hear that the bath was already occupied.

When he opened the door, he immediately froze, starting to drool on you, after a while you felt that there was some cold in the room from the open door, you looked and saw the guy, that you were even a little scared.

- Honey?? Are you okay?? - you asked excitedly, noticing how he was blushing, he immediately woke up from your words.

- I...sorry!! I was just wearing headphones and didn't hear! - he tried not to look at you, but he didn't succeed, his gaze was still looking at your body.

You also noticed that he had a bulge in the groin area and you awkwardly pointed it out to him. Because of this, Dae Ho was even more embarrassed.

- FORGIVE ME!!! - he shouted loudly, trying to hide everything with a T-shirt, but realizing that was not coming out, he quickly ran away to another room, leaving you alone.

Nam Gyu

Gyu really liked to embarrass you, so he guarded you when you went to take a shower and after a while he went in bathroom.

- Gyu, come out! Let me take a shower in peace! - you grumbled, looking at the darkened look of the guy, you understood what it was all about.

- No, I won't go out. I really want you and I don't intend to retreat. - he answered, undressing in front of you.

- Nam Gyu!! When we're in bed, then we'll do it!

- No, no, no. We'll do two things at once. Let's have sex and take a shower together. - he climbed into your shower, hugging you tightly, slightly laughing at the fact that you were embarrassed because of him.

- Stupid pervert!

- But you like it. - he purred right into your lips, after which he started kissing you.

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[cherrysweets-world]

Eyes of the Gods VI

series masterlist - part five

Pairing: Caracalla x fem!Reader x Geta

Summary: Your relationship with the Emperors develops further and you are forced to trust them.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, dub-con, mentions of past domestic violence, toxic/unhealthy relationships, controlling behavior, possessive behavior, unedited

Word Count: 3.1k

It was not until the doors closed behind you that you fully understood the gravity of the situation. Caracalla stood in the centre of the main room, chest heaving, fists clenched. Streaks of blood still decorated his hands and lower arms.

It was like that first night in some ways. Only Caracalla had been mostly afraid that night; now, he was angry.

"Emperor," you tried, "shall I go fetch Dondus-"

"No!" he cried, throwing his arms out. They collided with a vase and it shattered onto the marble floor. You stifled a whimper and straightened your spine. Another glass followed in quick succession and you could only watch as he became a whirlwind of flying ornaments and red hair.

"Even Dondus cannot help me," he bemoaned, finally sinking to the floor amongst the porcelain. "No against the liars and traitors that have infiltrated this hellish place. They would see me killed."

He was speaking so rapidly that spittle was flying from his red lips. He raked a hand through his curls and dragged it down his face, smearing a mixture of blood and tears.

You did not feel fully confident in your own words. Not when he was so worked up. Thinking quickly, you opened the door again and requested a warm bowl of water, some ointment and a cloth.

You flinched at the ferocity in Caracalla's eyes when you turned back around, bowl in hand. The room was dark, lit only by flickering candlelight in the section you were currently in. He looked tortured, furious, but you swallowed down your apprehension and cautiously approached him.

"Were you going to leave just then?" he said, unblinking.

You set the bowl on a table. "Of course not. I wanted to get some things so I could attend to you, Caracalla."

It had been a gamble using his name, despite the fact that he was the one who had told you to. Fortunately it had the desired effect and his shoulders slumped a little, his eyes flickering.

"You're standing on porcelain," you held out your hands, "come, I do not wish to see your injured."

He grasped your hands with a surprisingly strong grip and allowed himself to be pulled from the mess. You went to turn around and ask the guards to send someone to clean it but he held you tight and shook his head, lip curling.

"Alright," you agreed, "but we must be careful. Where are the matches?"

Caracalla held still as you ventured deeper into his chambers. Like Geta's, they were larger than anything you could have even imagined. It took several moments to get the place fully lit.

Caracalla's rooms were a sad reflection of his own mind. Books spilled across the floor, bedding that had clearly been made and then torn up. His desk was cluttered with papers and ink spills. There were many, many candles. Most of them had been entirely burned down. You wondered how many nights he had spent here, alone, working himself into a frenzy.

Once you were ready, you went back to him and collected your supplies. He followed you without you having to say anything. You lead him to the bed and gestured for him to sit down, pulling over a small chair and balancing the steaming bowl on top of it.

"Do you mind if I check your feet?" you asked.

Caracalla shook his head. You unlaced his sandals and peered at the bottom of his feet. Apart from a few scratches on the side, he was uninjured.

You dipped your cloth into the water and pressed it onto the scratches to make sure they weren't more serious than they appeared. Afterwards you dabbed them with ointment to speed up the healing process.

What kind of treatment would the concubine Caracalla had set upon receive? If you did not continuously remind yourself of the people who were hurt as a result of the emperors you feared you would feel too much sympathy for them. Already you felt more than expected.

"Can I see your hands?"

Obediently he held them out. Dabbing the cloth into the water, you began the slow process of cleaning up his hands. The blood was mostly not his own but there was a rather deep cut on his pointer finger.

The water became murky as you cleaned him, knees pressed into the floor at his feet. The blood turned dark in the water and you could smell iron. You did not pause in your work.

When you were done, Caracalla leaned forward, breath dusting across your cheeks. When he was so close you could see the scars on his cheeks, white makeup hastily applied over them. There were streaks in the makeup from his tears. It was difficult not to see him for the human he was when he was up close.

"And you? Are you hurt?" he questioned.

"I am fine," you tried to smile, sensing a change in the air.

When you got to your feet, Caracalla's hands shot out to grasp your waist. They were hot through the fabric of your stola and you stilled.

"I think," he breathed heavily, "that I should check."

His eyes turned dark with desire and you swayed under the intensity of it. The mood had changed so fast that your head was spinning atop your shoulders.

Your skin prickled with gooseflesh as Caracalla's thumbs swiped across the fabric at your waist. He was unashamed; eyes roaming your face and jumping lower and lower with every second. Your own hands were resting on his forearms as though you might dare to stop him.

"Is that a command?" you asked.

Caracalla smiled, gold tooth winking in the light. "I do not think I have to command you."

Shame coursed through you. You should have felt disgust or reluctance. Instead you were overwhelmed by the ball of want that was tightening your stomach.

You were a woman with needs, desires. The attractiveness of the emperors had never been up for debate. Any interest had been previously squashed by horror but that was not the primary emotion you felt when you looked at Caracalla.

You had been around them so often that you guard had lowered without your permission. Perhaps you were a traitor - not to Caracalla, but to yourself.

"I thought I dreamed you," Caracalla continued, hands rising, "and I thought I was dreaming still when I saw the way you looked at me."

"With kindness? With care?" you tried.

"Those things too," he admitted, "but more. What was it you said before? I think I do not have to take. I think you want to give."

It was not true. You tried to take a step back but Caracalla followed you, backing you against the wall. His eyes were greedily drinking in every expression you made, fixated on your face.

"It's okay," he soothed, nosing at your jawline. "I'll take care of you, too."

His hand secured itself at the back of your neck and you sucked in a breath. Caracalla looked at you one last time before closing the distance and kissing you.

His lips were rough from where he'd bitten them. The pressure varied from intense to lighter, searching for your reciprocation. You could not help it. Your instinct and had always been to calm him and you felt yourself lean in, opening your mouth so he could explore.

His hands were working steadily at your stola, yanking the shoulders down until they tore and exposed your breasts. At that he leant back, taking in the sight of you.

"I have thought of this a thousand times," he muttered, shaky hands coming up to cup your chest and urge a gasp from your lips.

Caracalla leaned down and you watched as his mouth closed around the tip of your breast. You tried to turn your head and bring your palm up to cover your mouth but he yanked your hand away and directed it to his head.

His curls were soft beneath your fingers and you could not help but squeeze. The sensation drove a moan from Caracalla and his teeth grazed your nipple, creating the pain you had always expected to experience with him. His hands travelled from your back to your ass, urging you to hike your leg higher around his hips.

In that position his desire was unavoidable. You could feel the hard line of him pressing against you through your clothes and your knees almost buckled. Caracalla used his body to pin you against the wall. You felt like a pinned butterfly, almost entirely on display.

Whatever spell you were under broke when you registered the sound of the door opening and closing. You writhed away from Caracalla, snatching your stola from where it had pooled at your waist and pulling it up to your neck.

Caracalla was torn between hurt and sexual frustration. He palmed at his erection through his clothes and frowned, holding out his hand as though you were going to run right back to him.

Geta appeared and you wanted to melt from shame. Your hands twisted in your clothes at the speechless expression on his face. You could only imagine what he thought he was going to walk in to after he had seen all the broken glass and factored in Caracalla's rage at the gathering. It would not have been the first time a slave or servant had died at the hands of the emperors.

"You always ruin things," Caracalla sneered, shoving half heartedly at his brother.

Geta still said nothing, his eyes darting from his brother to you. Last night he had been so sure that you had tried to escape, only to find you in the arms of his brother. It was likely you appeared as confused as you felt.

Caracalla called your name and tried again, "Come back to me."

"I-I-," you attempted to speak but your throat was crushed under the weight of your embarrassment.

Without thinking, you slipped past them both and ran for the doors. You must have caught them by surprise because you managed to escape, the soles of your feet stinging from the glass you'd ran through. The sandals had not protected you the way they had Caracalla but you did not stop.

If the Praetorians were surprised at your state of undress and obvious distress, they did not say. You heard raised voices behind you but continued to run. Hot tears of humiliation lapped at your cheeks and you could not wipe them away. Your hands were the only thing holding up your clothing.

There was little point to running. You had nowhere to go. The only place that even felt remotely safe was your little room. You slowed down as you approached, finally lifting your torn stola to swipe at the tears as you began to calm down. You just needed a moment to yourself, a moment to think. The only person you could rely upon was yourself but you were becoming unpredictable.

Your steps faltered. The door to your room was hanging open, swaying lightly in some phantom wind. A big section of the wood had been broken away as though someone had been trying to get inside.

Had successfully gotten inside, you corrected yourself. You stood in the doorway to your room, jaw hanging open. Considering you had almost nothing to your name, whoever had broken in had done a great job of turning the place upside down.

A blanket of silence had enveloped the place. You felt as though the gods were holding their breath, anticipating your reaction.

The bedside table was smashed. Sections of the wooden bed frame had also been torn at and your clothing had been ripped to shreds so thin that it took you a second to recognize them. Straw had been pulled from the mattress and decorated almost every inch of the floor.

There was an unfamiliar scent in the air; the scent of the intruder. Your nose wrinkled and your stomach roiled. You felt violated.

It took you a moment to spot your carving amongst the straw. You gasped, bending down to pick it up.

"No, no, no," you cries became increasingly louder. "No!"

The piece you had picked up was only a part of the carving. The wolf's head was cracked in your hand and as you scanned the floor you realized you were probably lucky to have even found this piece.

What was happening? You could not comprehend what would provoke someone to do this. A memory arose of a similar scene; you, your mother. Your father yelling as he destroyed your small home in a similar fashion. The wolf had survived then. Not this time.

It took you a moment to register the voices behind you.

"What is this?" Geta's eyes scanned the room. "Did you do this?"

"No," you said, numb. You twisted the broken head in your fingers, splinters embedding themselves in your skin.

Geta strode over to you and peered over your shoulder. When he saw what you were holding he swore. You heard him fumbling about behind you and jolted when he reappeared holding a scrap of your clothing.

"Give that to me," he ordered. He used the clothing to safely wrap the remainder of your childhood and then pressed it back into your hand. "Praetorians!"

Caracalla had followed closely behind his brother and seemed equally as stunned at the state of your room. He stepped carefully around chunks of wood until he was able to slide his hands into your armpits and hoist you to your feet.

"Stay close," he warned, eerily lucid.

"What?" you stammered. "I - I do not understand. Why would someone - "

"The why is irrelevant!" Geta yelled. He was talking to a group of Praetorians just outside your room. "The how is crucial. How did someone manage to come this close to the quarters of the emperors, destroy a room, and slip out unnoticed?"

You thought of your own brief exploration of the gardens the night before. It had been hardly ten minutes before Geta had appeared. You had thought it was perhaps easier to sneak out than in - now you thought differently.

"Brother, take her to your rooms." Geta commanded. "Follow them closely!"

You were too shaken to argue and Caracalla's grip on you was iron tight. Your hands trembled at your neck where they were still holding up your stola, broken wolf pressed between your palms. Six Praetorians accompanied you the short distance back to Caracalla's rooms and you could hear Geta screaming the entire time.

"I do not care if you have to interrogate every single person in this palace, I want the culprit found by morning!"

You shivered. You would not want to be on the receiving end of that. You waited for the pity to rise at the thought of someone being tortured for what they had done to your room. Then you felt the broken shards of wood pressing into your palm and they helped you swallow any empathy you might have felt.

The walk to Caracalla's room felt like a mere blink. Lights flickered on all around the palace as everyone was awoken by Geta's yelling. You wondered what your friends down in the kitchen would think of it all.

Caracalla helped you into his bed and you went without protest. He had stripped you down to nothing and for a moment you thought he might try to start up what you were doing earlier. Instead he wrapped you in white linen, tucking it tightly around you. He did not try to take your wolf.

Once he was dressed in a similar fashion, he slid right in beside you. The bed was jarringly comfortable. You used the pillows to prop yourself up and did not move away when Caracalla pressed himself tightly to your side.

The pair of you sat in silence for several minutes as you attempted to process what had happened in the last few hours.

"I don’t understand," you finally said. "Why would someone do that?"

"To hurt you," he answered, tracing patterns on your bare arms. "Perhaps they would have done worse if they had come across you."

You did not miss the pointed tone in his voice. It had been foolish to flee his rooms the way you had. And what if he had not dragged you from the entertainment hall earlier? What if you had been in your room when the culprit had gone there?

For once you felt as though you understood Caracalla's paranoia. How could you get over someone wanting to cause you harm? And, even worse, you would have to walk around without knowing who it was. They could attack you at any moment.

As if reading your thoughts, Caracalla said, "Do not worry. We shall catch the vermin and have them hung."

The words had no effect on you. Partially because you did not see how they would be able to catch the person who did this. Partially because the idea of having them hung appealed to you in ways that should have made you sick but did not.

Kill or be killed, you thought.

Geta entered Caracalla's rooms almost an hour later. Both of you were still awake.

"What happened?" you asked, desperate for information.

Geta paused at the foot of Caracalla's bed, eyeing the pair of you with a funny look on his face. He smoothed it out before replying, "The Praetorians are combing over the place as we speak. I have ten stationed outside the door right now."

You slumped. Whoever had done it had yet to be uncovered.

"They will be found," Geta spat. "That was not the first incident we have had to deal with here and it shall serve as a lesson to others."

Something about the way he spoke made you look at him closely. His hair was in disarray and his eyes were watery. The fact that you had been in danger tonight meant that they also had been in danger. Geta was furious but you could see the underlying stress.

"Are you staying here as well?" the question slipped out before you could think about it.

Geta's lips trembled. "It would be safest. For you."

Wordless, you peeled back the covers on your left side. The most dangerous people in your world were somehow the ones currently making you feel safest. It evoked emotions that you did not care to think about; you were too exhausted and angry to see beyond the present moment.

Caracalla wrapped himself around you as though he thought you might try to escape. Geta joined the pair of you in bed after he had put out all the candles, leaving only the moon to illuminate the bed and surrounding furniture.

You pushed the remains of your wolf under the pillow, let your eyes close and tried not to think too hard about the possessive hand Geta placed on your stomach.

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[nenemura]

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY — (nrk x reader)

summary : your boyfriend helps you overcoming your insecurities.

cw : bf!riki x fem!reader, insecurities, kisses.

wc : 1k.

nene’s note : wrote this bc i don’t feel good w myself AND bc i can’t find the motivation to finish the longer ones, please bear w me xoxo

you tried so hard to look pretty.

you went to the beauty salon every month, you didn’t necessarily follow the trends, but still you tried to dress fashionably, you learned how to do your makeup.

but it wasn’t enough.

you looked in the mirror and couldn’t see all the work you’d put in being pretty. sure, you didn’t fit the beauty standards and you wouldn’t say you were ugly — it just wasn’t enough. boys never really looked at you and in your friend group you never were “the attractive one”. you still managed to find a boyfriend, riki. he was nothing but good to you, always telling you how stunning you were, making you feel loved and all. but you couldn’t believe him. you never really understood why someone like him — hot, talented and confident — would like someone like you.

you cried every night because of the way you looked. you wished you could see yourself and be able to say “wow, she’s beautiful”. you wished you could believe what riki told you.

that night wasn’t that different.

your face was buried deep in your pillow, muffling the quiet sobs escaping your lips as tears rolled down your cheeks, staining the pillowcase. you were just waiting to cry yourself to sleep and pretend everything was good the day after, when you heard a knock on your window. you looked up, startled by the sudden sound, just to find riki waving at you and signaling to open up so he could get in.

you quickly stood up and rushed to the window, letting him inside. you didn’t dare to look at him — not with your tear-stained face. you didn’t want him to worry, though you knew he’d notice.

“i missed you, so i thought i could drop by and—” he started, but his voice trailed off as he took in your red, swollen eyes and the way you looked away from him. “hey, hey,” he said softly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “what’s wrong?”

the gentleness in his voice made you burst out crying again, this time full-on sobbing into his shirt which you were sure to stain. his heart broke, hearing you crying like that, but he didn’t ask any questions, knowing that you’d talk when you were ready. he just held you tighter. “it’s okay,” he whispered to your temple. “i’m here, hm?”

you looked up at him, finding his gaze already on you, eyes filled with worry. “why do you like me?” you blurted out, causing his brow to furrow. “what do you mean?” he asked, his voice soft but confused.

“i’m not pretty.” you muttered, looking down at your hands, which were fidgeting as a way to relieve stress and tension. “how can you like someone like me? my.. my teeth are crooked and- my nose has this stupid hump, and—” he didn’t let you finish. instead, his lips captured yours in a slow, tender kiss, silencing you.

when he pulled back, his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your soft skin. “can you stop speaking nonsense now and let me talk?” he said, his voice playful yet firm. “do you really think everyone sees you like you see yourself?” you bit your lower lip, eyes darting towards the floor, but riki tilted your chin up, to make you look back at him. “no, they don’t.” he replied for you as you hesited, a small smile lingering on his lips.

“in my eyes, you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. your crooked teeth?” he said with a small smile. “make your smile unique — real. your nose? it suits your face and, honestly, i think it’s pretty hot,” he said, as he playfully booped it, making you scrunch it up while a laugh escaped your lips. “i wouldn’t want you any other way, y/n.” he whispered, looking into your eyes with a sincerity you’ve never seen before. “really?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to look at him better.

“really,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, smiling as he saw your lips curving up. “what made me fall for you wasn’t the way you look, but the way your soul touched my heart and made it completely yours,” you could feel the tears forming again in your eyes, but this time they were different. they weren’t born out of frustration or sadness — they were warm, comforting, and filled with gratitude. you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest, melting away some of the insecurities you’ve been carrying.

“i wish you’d told me how you feel sooner,” riki murmured, caressing your lower lip with his thumb. “i wanna be here for you, to stop you from thinking dumb things, y’know?” you chuckled at his words, lightly punching his arm. “i love you, y/n. okay? you’re everything i desire and want. never forget that,” he kissed you again, his lips lingering on yours in a kiss so delicate it felt like he was pouring every drop of his love into it.

you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead against his, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “i love you too, riki. i’ll try to.. believe you and see myself differently”

“that’s all i ask,” he replied, holding you tightly. “but even if you don’t, i’ll keep reminding you until you do.” you hugged him again, burying your face in his chest as you let his steady heartbeat calm you. in that moment, the weight of your insecurities didn’t feel so heavy and suffocating.

you realized that it wasn’t about being pretty by anyone’s standards, but surrounding yourself by people who made you feel beautiful just as you were. and for you, riki was that person, your anchor in the storm of self-doubt.

you obviously didn’t feel completely healed, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were enough. and that was just the start.

[atlntiic]

Babysitting - Leon S. Kennedy.

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!reader

Summary: Your dad asks his most loyal friend to look out for you on a Friday night, but being the little brat you are, Leon decides to teach you a lesson.

CW:  18+, mdni!, smut, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v, degrading, swearing, age gap, dad's friend!leon, and squirt.

3.3k words

a/n: I tried.

“I really don’t see why it’s such a big deal to be alone for one night,” you say, crossing your arms and glaring at your dad with annoyance in your voice.

It’s Friday night. Your dad has plans to have dinner with his new girlfriend, and you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to sneak out and party with your friends.

But, of course, the man standing in front of you knows you too well. As punishment, he’s decided to call a backup, his friend, to babysit you for the night.

“I know you’re up to something,” your dad says, putting on his coat as he gets ready to leave. “Leon will be here soon, so behave.” Shooting you a harsh look.

“What?! Leon? Why him?” you blurt out, your voice rising in to protest.

your dad raises an eyebrow, “Because I trust him to keep an eye on you. And don’t start with the attitude. I’ve already had enough of that this week,” he replies firmly, adjusting his coat and looking in the mirror.

You flop onto the couch, arms crossed tightly. You couldn’t stand Leon. He was awkward, bossy, and way too strict about rules. He acted like he was in charge of everything and always treated you like you didn’t have a brain, making teasing comments every time he was around and making you sound like a child.

And the worst part? That one time he caught you kissing a guy and immediately told your dad. You still hadn’t forgiven him for embarrassing you like that.

You disliked him—no, you hated him. Every time with him felt like a war for you, never missing an opportunity to snap back at him, making sure he understood just how much you’d rather jump off a cliff than spend even a single second in his presence.

The sound of the front door closing snaps you back to reality. Great. Leon was on his way, and your night was officially ruined.

You groan in frustration and sigh heavily.

After your dad left, you paced around the room, running your hands through your hair, messing it up as you tried to think of a plan. There had to be a way to get out of this situation.

Escaping was impossible. With Leon around, he’d notice you were gone in a blink, and you weren’t in the mood for another lecture or punishment from your dad.

So...what could you do?

The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. You pause for a moment, sighing before walking toward the door. Taking a deep breath, you grip the handle and pull it open.

Leon’s tall figure fills the doorway, and your eyes, for a moment, trail over him. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black compression shirt that clings to his big chest and arms, making his biceps look even bigger than you remembered.

Not that you ever noticed his big figure so often...right?

Your eyes finally meet his. His sharp blue eyes are already fixed on you, filled with annoyance. “Took you long enough,” he says, his tone serious.

You roll your eyes at him, feeling the irritation rising up from his stupid comment. Not even thirty seconds in, and he’s already managed to get under your skin. Guess that’s a special talent of his.

“Sorry, old hag,” you shoot back, your voice full of sarcasm.

He laughs, a low sound, and a smirk forms at the corner of his lips. “Eighteen-year-old girls don’t usually need babysitters. Guess you’re a special case.”

Your cheeks flush with heat. Embarrassment surges through you as you turn away, quickly walking back to the living room and leaving him standing at the door.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid Leon,” you think to yourself, mentally kicking yourself for letting him get to you so easily. He closes the door behind him and follows you, setting his things down on the table.

You turn to him again as he settles onto the couch. You clear your throat before speaking, “Why did you even agree to this shit?"

Leon didn’t seem like the type to do favors like this—babysitting? Really?

He doesn’t respond right away, pausing as if considering his words. Finally, he shrugs. “Your father asked me to. I couldn’t say no.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Why not? You could’ve easily said no.”

“Yeah,” he says, pausing for a moment before adding, “I owed him, so to clear the debt, I’m taking care of you.”

He turns his eyes to you, looking you up and down

You scoff, “I don’t need you to take care of me, Kennedy. I'm big enough already.” You cross your arms tightly over your chest, the movement making your boobs shift slightly.

His eyes fell on them for a split second, the silence thick between you. After a moment, his lips curl into a slight smirk. “Well, that’s not what your daddy thinks,” he says, voice low and a little too smug. “And honestly, I agree with him.”

You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him. “You can’t agree with him—you don’t even know me.”

“Let’s be honest—you’re irresponsible. It’s your fault your dad doesn’t trust you,” Leon shoots back, his tone sharp. “And I’ve been around long enough to see it.”

You rolled your eyes and without another word, you turn and storm upstairs to your room, footsteps heavy and quick. He’s impossible to deal with, and the anger surges in you.

You hear his chuckle echo behind you. It’s the kind of laugh that only makes you want to scream, but you bite your tongue, holding yourself.

You slam the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment to catch your breath. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you walk toward your bed, grabbing the towel that had been resting there. A shower might help calm your nerves down.

As you start to undress, the cold air hits your skin, sending a chill through your body, but you don’t mind. You pause in front of the mirror for a moment, your reflection staring back at you with eyes full of frustration. 

With a sigh, you step into the shower, letting the hot water run over you, the steam filling the room and helping you calm down, even if just a little.

As you wash yourself, your mind starts to trace ideas on how to get Kennedy to leave. But nothing really sticks, he’s too stubborn, too... present.

You turn off the shower, step out, grab the towel and begin drying yourself off, your mind still working through different ways to get rid of him. Maybe if you’re annoying enough, he gets frustrated and leaves, provoking him sounds like a good idea right now, especially since you'll get a bit of pleasure doing so.

You slip into an oversized shirt and panties. As you brush your hair, the sound of your stomach growling interrupts your thoughts. You pause for a second, hunger hitting you. Attending to your stomach needs, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen.

As you pass the living room, you spot Leon’s head over the back of the couch, his attention fixed on the TV as he sprawls lazily. You roll your eyes, ignoring him as you continue on your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, you scan the shelves, looking for something to quiet the growl in your stomach.

The fridge was practically empty—just milk, eggs, and a few random items that wouldn’t make a proper meal. You stared at the shelves in disappointment, your stomach growling in protest.

Suddenly, you hear his voice behind you, making you jump. “Hungry?”

You jump and hit your head on the fridge door, letting out a small hiss and rubbing the spot on your forehead.

"What does it look like?” you snap, closing the fridge door and moving to the shelves to see if there’s anything worth it, only finding a ceral box. You grabbed whithout hesitation.

You hear him sigh from behind you. “Choose something. I’ll order it,” he says, clearly getting a little annoyed.

"Anything?" You asked, taking a spoon, but it fell from your hand under the counter. You curse in your mind as you bend down to take it.

Leon's response took a long moment as he watched you "Mhm."

You get up from the floor and turn to face him, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I order... fucking leave my house?” The words come out sharp.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your tone. “You’ve got a pretty nasty attitude,” he observes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, so what?” you scoff.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes you in. Then, he simply says..."I might have to make you gag on my dick to clean it off."

Your whole body freezes, eyes widening in shock as your breath catches in your throat. “Y-you?!” The words die in your mouth, your mind racing to process what’s happening.

Before you can react, he approaches you quickly, his figure crowding over yours until your back hits the counter, trapping you in place.

His eyes lock onto yours with sharpness. “I’m tired of your little shits, this fucking brat attitude of yours every time,” he says, his voice low. With a quick motion, his hand moves to cup your face roughly, his grip hard, making you yelp.

"You need to learn your place and how to behave," he growls, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forcefully grips your face. With his other hand, he grabs hold of your ass, letting a small gasp from you as he pulls you closer to him. His nose lightly brushed against yours, teasing you, feeling his warm breath against your lips, and then he kissed you hard, catching you off guard.

Kissing you with hunger, his hand running over your body as he tightens his grip and pulls you closer, feeling his whole body, eyes fluttering shut, you wrap your arms around his neck. A small groan escapes his lips, letting out a mumbling between the kiss, “Fucking slut.” sending shivers down your spine and making you let out a soft moan in response. 

A sudden wetness forms down your panties, a wave of need washing over you. Without warning, Leon lifts you up and carries you across the room, placing you on the couch before crawling over you.

With a devilish smirk, his hand slides down to your clothed pussy causing you to let out a yelp as he teasingly rubs at the wet spot sending shivers down your spine

A deep chuckle echoes from him, and with a mocking tone, "Wet already?" He teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes your flushed cheeks.

"Shut up." You hiss at him, the embarrassment creeping you.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing with more pressure as a punishment from your snarky response, pushing another moan from your lips.

“Say it again,” he growls daring you.

As you opened your mouth, ready to shoot back at him, he cuts you off by rubbing your clit faster. 

You shut your eyes, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping your lips not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you.

Without any warning, he yanks your panties off, throwing them behind his shoulders somewhere on the floor. He spreads your legs apart, exposing your wet pussy to him. His finger slides through your dripping folds, causing you to twitch under the touch.

"Look at this," He holds his finger up to you, with your juices all over it in front of your face, and you feel a flush spread across your cheeks. He was taking pleasure in exposing how easily he made you wet.

"You're such a needy little slut," he whispers to you as he sucks on his finger, savouring your taste. His eyes close, and he lets out a quiet moan, feeling the sweet taste spreading to his mouth.

You whimper at the sight, driving you wild, craving for more of his touch. He turns you over onto your stomach, causing your back to arch, making your ass stick up in the air. His finger slides through your wetness, slipping between your folds and entering you.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you feel his finger moving in and out of you with a fierce speed. You try to squirm away from it but he keeps you still. He quickens his pace, adding yet another finger while using his thumb to rub your swollen clit.

“Don’t-ngh- like that” You cried out, as your body twisted with pleasure.

Leon's hand lands with a loud smack on your ass, leaving a red mark. You let out a cry of both pain and pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut to hold back a tear. “Shut the fuck up and take it. Aren't you the big girl you claim to be?" He snaps at you, mocking your “big girl” posture from a while ago.

As his fingers continue to thrust inside you, your juices begin to drip, and a tight coil starts to form in your stomach, causing your walls to clench around his fingers.

“Shit- Leon!” You cry out his name, “I’m gonna-” As you are about to come, he stops.

Your eyes fly open, whining, looking back at him, confused about why he stopped, before you can say anything, he smacks your ass, causing you to hiss at the pain, “Little nasty girls like you don't get to cum.'' He says sharply.

"What?! Why-" You try to argue, but before you can finish your sentence, Leon gets up from the couch and stands in front of you and pulling his cock free from his pants. 

You exhale sharply in surprise at his size, you didn't expect it to be so.. large, so ..thick. Being honest with yourself, you had imagined it would be small based on his personality and how much you disliked him. But this? How could it possibly fit inside you?

You opened your lips to say something to him, but he just plopped his cock right into your mouth and grabbing your hair. 

“Mmmm..Le-” You tried to back away, but he didn’t care, pushing your head down, forcing you to take him in your mouth and beginning to thrust in and out. Your saliva starts dripping down on his length.

He fucks your throat, his eyes fixed on you as you choke and gag around him. He groans in pleasure, admiring how swollen your lips are becoming as he trusts your mouth without mercy.

You groan as his cock reaches the back of your throat, "You're so much more enjoyable when you like this," he murmurs. You glance up and meet his gaze as he continues, “Not talking at all.”

Your expression turns angry, and he chuckles at you.

You use your tongue to swirl over his cock, sucking it as you move your head up and down, causing him to tilt his head back and release soft groans.

With one final thrust, he removes his cock from your mouth and playfully taps it against your lips.

You lean back on the couch as he reaches for your tights, pulling you closer to him. His tip slides through your slick folds, teasing your sensitive clit., “‘s too big Leon.." you whimper, unsure if it will even fit inside of you, “I don't-”.

He roughly thrusts into you without warning, a loud moan fell out, your eyes squeezing shut as the mixture of pain and pleasure wash over you, clenching around him tightly. He lets out a curse under his breath as he feels the tightness of your walls. "Fuck-, you're so tight," he hisses through gritted teeth.

He didn’t start slow, oh no, no, no, totally the opposite of that. Instead, he roughly thrusts himself inside of you, not even giving you time to adjust yourself.

Pulling your thighs apart to go even deeper, hips rolling with a high-speed, you couldn't help but let out loud moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure each time he hit that special spot inside of you.

“Leon, Leon, Leon..!” As you moan out his name, juices dripping down your inner tight, and Leon lets out a groan in response. He grabs your shirt with one hand, pulling it up to expose your breasts.

He hums as he grasps one of them harder, pinching your nipples and giving them the attention they deserve.

"Open your mouth," he commands, and you do it without hesitation.

He slides his fingers inside and orders you to suck on them, making sure they are wet with your spit before sliding them down to your clit. The pressure and pleasure become too intense for you to handle, and your body starts trembling as a wave of electricity runs through you. Your walls clench harder than before, and a tight coil forms in your stomach once again, more intense this time.

"Please," you beg him, meeting his eyes with pleading ones.

"Please what?" he asks with a smirk, knowing exactly what you want but wanting to play with you.

"I want to cum, Leon…please," you whine, but he stops his movements, thrusting into you slower as you cry out in frustration.

"I don't know…you don't deserve it." His hips continue to move slowly, torturing you once again. You grasp onto his arms desperately.

"Are you going to behave from now on?" he asks sternly. You nod your head in agreement, desperate for release. In response, he increases his speed slightly while continuing to rub your clit.

“Stop with the attitude?”

"Oh God, yes! Anything, just please…" You couldn't take it anymore. Satisfied with your answer, he goes back to thrusting roughly and fast, hitting perfectly your G-spot.

He leans against you, kissing your lips. "I wonder what your dad would think of this," he teases, mocking your messy self. "Seeing his little princess being fucked like the slut she is."

You whimper and shake your head. He plants soft kisses on your neck before leaning back to admire how your pussy swallows his cock completely, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "This pretty pussy of yours," he grunts as he thrusts into you.

Your body trembles and drool escapes from your mouth as your cunt clenches at the intense sensation, an unfamiliar feeling washing over you.

"W-wha-?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over him, the liquid dripping and spreading everywhere.

Leon lets out a low moan, his cock twitch inside you as your orgasm tightens around him. Your cunt clenches, milking him for every last drop of hot cum.

You bite your lip to stifle your moans as he pulls out, seeing his thick seed dribbling down from you.

Your eyes meet his, and your mind clears as you take in the moment. He reaches out and touches your cheek, caressing and planting a gentle kiss there. "Good girl."

“So, how was last night?” your dad asks casually, setting a plate of breakfast in front of you. You hesitate, your fork hovering over the eggs. The memories of the night flash through your mind, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

When you don’t respond, your dad turns his attention to Leon, who’s sitting across from you at the table. He’d stayed over since your dad didn’t get back until morning.

“Did she behave, Leon?” your dad asks with a curious smile.

Leon leans back in his chair, calm as ever, his blue eyes hovering over you. “Oh, yeah,” he says smoothly. “She behaved quite well. Didn’t you?”

Your face flushes instantly, the blush spreading across your cheeks as you quickly avert your gaze. You can only nod, avoiding his sly smirk

Your dad laughs, clearly interpreting the situation as innocent. “Well, I might have to call you more often, then.”

Leon chuckles, his tone soft but carrying a teasing hint. “ I'll be glad to help.”

[plumeria1]

A moment of peace

Masterlist

Note : I wrote this all at once and couldn't wait to publish it.

Pairing : Vi x Fem Reader

Warning : None

Content : Fluff

Summary : A soft moment after a long day

The day had seemed endless for Vi, and all she wanted was to come home and snuggle in your arms while watching a movie.

She had been disappointed not to find you when she got home, but she took advantage of your absence to take a nice shower and relax.

She was so tired that after drying herself, she didn’t bother to change and just collapsed like a sack of potatoes onto your bed, eventually falling asleep.

Upon your return, after spending the day with a friend, you were eager to see your girlfriend again. You were greeted by the silence of the apartment, but you guessed that Vi was already home since her shoes were near the door.

Upon opening the bedroom door, you understood why there was no noise. Vi was lying on her stomach, sprawled on the blankets, deeply asleep.

You smiled, realizing she must have had a long day. Seeing her like this made your heart melt; she looked so peaceful when she slept, and you found her adorable.

Seeing her in that position softened you; she looked so vulnerable. It was rare to see her in that state, but you knew you had to wake her up because otherwise, she wouldn’t sleep through the night, and the next day would be worse.

You climbed onto the bed and settled yourself astride Vi’s hips, without putting your weight on her to avoid hurting her, and ran your hands along her bare back.

She was pulled from her sleep by your caresses, as soft as feathers, then let out a small moan as she lifted her head.

-Shh, it’s just me.

There was curiosity, but mostly fatigue in her voice when she asked you what you were doing. You took the opportunity to lean toward her and kiss her gently; she felt your breasts press lightly against her back, which made her smile.

-You look like you’ve had a bad day, so I’m helping you relax.

Vi tried to turn around, but you prevented her by gently pressing your hands on her shoulders. Resigned, she let herself go to your caresses, and after a few minutes, your hands left her back, only to be replaced by the tips of your fingers tracing the tattoo that covered her back.

-It tickles.

You could hear the smile in her voice, but it didn’t make you stop.

This tattoo had always fascinated you. You’d never really taken the time to examine it in detail, but you couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. Vi had told you that she got it in prison, but she had never elaborated on the subject, and you hadn’t sought to know more.

When you finally withdrew your hands, you let out a cry of surprise when you found yourself with your back against the blanket, then burst out laughing. Vi had taken you by surprise by switching places with incredible ease.

She calmed your laughter by kissing you tenderly. You placed your hands behind her neck to deepen the kiss, but she decided to rest her head on your shoulder.

-I missed you.

-Did your day go badly?

-No, it was just long.

You stroked her hair while she ran her fingers along your arm. Vi didn’t often show herself like this; you were one of the few people who could see her like that, and fortunately, you also knew what to do in this situation.

-Here’s my plan for tonight: we’ll have food delivered, watch a movie, and spend the rest of the evening cuddling in bed. What do you think?

-I think it’s a very good plan, but I prefer that we start with cuddles.

You knew she probably said that because she simply didn’t want to get up, but you didn’t mind at all. On the contrary, even if you weren’t doing anything, you loved staying in bed with Vi for hours.

Once the evening plan was set, you stayed in bed for another hour until your stomachs brought you back to reality. Vi grabbed some clothes and went to the living room to choose a movie while you took care of ordering the food.

You spent the rest of the evening watching movies and eventually went to bed, satisfied and tired. Once in bed, Vi took you in her arms, and feeling sleep come, you rested your head on her shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes. Before you fell completely asleep, you heard Vi’s voice.

-I love you.

[beiibeiii]

do you think i have forgotten?

arlecchino x f!reader angst

how its like falling out of love with arlecchino

cw: angst, slight fluff at start, slight miscommunication??, reader crying, arlecchino changes drastically after marriage, reader is unaware of arlecchino's real name, implied cheating??

art creds: ahriii7 on X

not proofread, u can tell i got lazy halfway through, its also been a while since i last posted, sorry, tsw is getting bad again + i've had a bit of a heartbreak ahaha </3

she told you it was 'love at first sight.'

all her life, arlecchino had thought she was walking this hellish place called earth. that she was born a curse, another devil of this world, only to cause destruction and sorrow. arlecchino had always isolated herself, telling herself, over and over again, that emotions are weak, absolutely pointless. and for the longest time, she believed it all, until you shone a light into her life of misfortune. you was an angel in her eyes. despite her unapproachable self, no matter how many times she tried to push you away, you still smiled sweetly at her, your soft, carefree personality stood out to her so much. effortlessly piercing each wall of fire enclosed around her heart.

you might not of known it, but you saved her unfortunate soul from desolation. you opened her eyes and showed her that, 'maybe this world wasn't so bad'.

and so, from that day onwards she had always devoted herself fully to you. allowing you to break down her walls and see her vulnerable side, her true self. arlecchino thought something was wrong with her. these sick-ish loving feelings all stirred in her heart. she would feel her gaze soften when her eyes laid upon you. her ears constantly heating up around you as her heart started thumping louder against her chest. for once, she would struggle and be at a loss of words. you were such a contradiction to her, you made her feel such repulsive symptoms, but made her feel at ease, relaxed and.. understood.

arlecchino felt like a fool for believing in something as stupid as 'love at first sight', but god, she had completely fallen for you. she treated you with respect and gave you everything you wanted. you still remember when she first asked you out with a love letter. it was the sweetest thing she had ever given you.

'for this heart has been stolen and sealed only for you, my dearest.'

reads the last line. you still remember it fondly, always cherishing it close to your heart. you immediately said yes.

you just remember getting home from your first date and just rolling around you bed, squealing like a kid at a candy shop, feeling your cheeks heat up, blushing furiously at how just beautiful and gentle arlecchino was - despite her harsh resting face. she never complained, she was such a gentlewoman, always understanding you and just.. loved you for who you were. she always would always make the effort to write poems in her letters to you whenever she was busy. they were always the most beautiful poems thats captured your eyes, glancing over each word over and over again, mesmerising you with her words. it was just to show that you were always, running through the messy labyrinths of her mind, constantly.

and so, after so many years of being together arlecchino made the first move. the atmosphere was perfect. you were just watching the sunset with her standing shoulder to shoulder. she turned to you before getting down on her knees at a beautiful beach and proposed to you on the pier. you felt your breath hitch in surprise. you heart swelling with so much love as you watched her present a stunning diamond ring in front of you. you felt tears well up in your eyes. she.. was proposing to you.

the orange hues of the skies coloured your face beautifully. god you looked ethereal in her eyes. she had always had nothing in this life, nor has she ever wanted anything. but she so desperately wanted this one thing. to have you say yes to be hers for ever, and for her to be yours. she wanted so badly to show her devotion for you.

"will you marry me, my love?"

the words left her mouth. you felt as if time slowed down as she looks up at you, her loving gaze meeting your surprised, teary ones. your eyes lit up as you repeatedly said 'yes' like a mantra. you had the biggest smiled stretched across your face, your eyes were curled in happiness as tears ran down your face. arlecchino smiled softly. she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. she felt so relieved, that she had something in her life.

arlecchino pulled you into a soft, tender kissed, your lips meeting hers as the tears trickled down your face. you didn't even have to think twice about accepting her. you knew she loved you and you loved her. you both pull away as arlecchino slips the engagement ring onto your slim, soft fingers.

"i love you so much." she mumbles softly under her breath, gently bringing your hand to her lips, kissing your fingers with your new engagement ring on it tenderly.

before you knew it, it had already been 4 years. as time went on, everything felt like it was only going up. arlecchino had kept her promise, she was always softer to you, treating you with respect, treating you as her wife. you both had gotten married and was living fulfilled, comfortable lives.

not until she started to change. you can barely remember when you starting noticing her newfound, avoidant tendencies. it was only small things at first like how she stopped updating you about her whereabouts, stopped any unnecessary conversations with you and stopped staying in bed a little bit longer in the mornings with you.

-

"arle, whats going on with you?" you ask her firmly. finally mustering the courage to ask her after a week. your fed up of it now, fed up with her. you know she wasn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but why wouldn't she just talk to you!? she used to always listen and take any worries off your chest, and you wanted to do that for her too. you were her spouse for crying out loud. she casts her unwavering gaze down to you. you feel the silence thickening between you two. her breath no longer paused for a second. her eyes didn't soften this time.

"nothing is going on. i have places to be, farewell." arlecchino dismisses you apathetically.

what the fuck? is that all she had to say after a week of avoiding you? your lips part, your mind racking up something to say to get her to listen. before you can even get a word out, she walks right past you. her gaze shot through you, as if you were just a ghost to her. you frown, turning around in exasperation at her, she had left the front door already.

you softly pinch your nose bridge with your fingers, letting out a small irritated breath. you tried to not think much of it, it was probably just another one of those days where she was busy and stressed. you told yourself that she was just clearing her mind, thats she would talk to you after her mind wasn't working 24/7. she always avoided as much conflict as possible with you, even if that meant distancing herself. right?

-

it wasn't until her avoidance got more frequent, her schedule was less busy but she still didn't spend any quality time with you.

"are you free today..?" you voice mellow. you somehow managed to catch her while she was sat at on the couch reading a book. you had sat yourself down, leaning your head on her shoulder. she doesn't move from her spot or push your head away thankfully. your eyebrows furrowed lightly, trying a softer approach this time.

"busy.." she mumbles lowly, clearly uninterested. she doesn't even spare a glance at you. why was she being so difficult?

she stopped picking up your calls, came home after you slept and left before you would wake up. she stopped complimenting you and stopped physical touch with you, she stopped everything regarding you.

she had gone completely cold. you didn't feel like you stood next to her anymore, you felt your self worth plummet to the ground right beside her. her gaze was as colder than it was when you first met her. her words were always laced with annoyance, you felt like such an inconvenience in her life.

she had changed so much, she promised to be good for you, to love you forever, to always be with you throughout the thick and thin. you don't even recognise her anymore. she used to be so good to you, always prioritising you over everything, no matter how hard work was. she used to always try her best to comfort you and constantly reassured you with hugs and kisses, even if she wasn't the most positive person you know.

you knew that the arlecchino from back then would never of dared to even think about treating you like how she was now.

-

it all clicked when you had woken up in the middle of the night one day while she was still getting ready. it was probably 4am, you didn't move or anything, just laying there with heavy eyelids. you were exhausted. you can feel the moonlight as you see her figure swiping her wedding ring off her finger and pocketing it.

your heart dropped, shattering into thousands of pieces. you shift a little in the bed from surprise. you hear as arlecchino hums in curiosity. her sharp gaze turning to the bed. you immediately regret it, squeezing your eyelids shut in hopes she doesn't notice you're awake. but apart of you wanted her to notice. what would she say? would she be apologetic? would she be mad at you perhaps?

it didn't matter what she reacted with, that wasn't what concerned you. you just wanted to hear her voice, to talk to her again. even if she was shouting at you. you didn't care if she was angry with you, at least it was still about you. you were astonished by the fact she was still sleeping in the same bed as you, as long as she was just around.. nothing mattered right?

thankfully, you were saved by her phone ringing quietly on the bedside table. she walks away from the mirror and picks up her phone. answering the call as she sits on the side of the bed, right next to you. her hand lowers, resting it on the bed as her other hand brings her phone to her ear.

her pointer finger idly taps on the mattress as she crosses her legs. her expression aloof as usual. the mumbles of the person on the other side of the phone could be heard, but you could make out some parts of their speech.

at first it was just usual work related things, they were just talking about things you didnt even know of. until suddenly..

"is your spouse home arlecchino?" the voice on the other side of the phone asks.

arlecchino pauses for a while. turning to face you. she could see the exhaustion on your face despite being 'asleep'. it must've been hard for you these past few weeks. she thinks to herself.

"i don't know what you're talking about. i don't have a spouse." she lowly mutters.

she was lying.. you felt like everything she once told you was lies, every word that dripped like venom from her mouth. every word she uttered haunted you in every living moment of your life. how could she pretend you didn't exist..

arlecchinos hand absentmindedly makes her way to your hair, twirling your hair between her fingers. despite her cold demeanour, her touch was somewhat gentle. it brought back memories of when arlecchino used to play with your hair any chance she got. it left a deep hole of painful nostalgia through your chest. you wanted to just cry at her familiar yet so foreign touch.

unfortunately, old habits die hard.

"really? don't lie to me peruere." the voice laughs.

your feel her grip on your hair tighten a little, you try your best to hold back yelping at the sudden pain. her eyes narrowed as her gaze. she watched as your eyebrows furrowed a little. she still hadn't you were awake, right?

"i told you not to call me by my real name, peruere, you understand?" she lowly growls back, averting her gaze from you to her hand in your hair.

peruere? you had never heard that name before.. was that really her real name? how did this person on the phone know about it when you didn't? you were married to her, surely she would've of told you.

even her name was another fucking lie..

eventually arlecchino hangs up with a sigh, pulling her hand away from your hair to rub your cheek with the back of her finger for a second, gazing at you. the call perhaps giving her second thoughts, you hoped. her touch was light before quickly pulling away again. she stood up from the mattress, turning away. her gaze narrowing.

"what a fool.." she mumbles to herself as she leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

you now find yourself alone, by the balcony. tears running down your face as you hold back from sobbing your heart out. your blurry vision gazes at arlecchino's car disappearing in the distance. you chew your lip hard, fuck your chest feels so tight. you now glance down at the diamond ring wrapped around your finger. the very same one from all those years ago. the diamond still lightly glimmers in the moonlight. it was as if it too was grasping onto the last specks, the last glimmer of hope. what love did to you back then, love did now. it gnaws through you, decaying your bones.

her words coming back to your mind, echoing and taking over you. what do you with all this grief, with all the love you had left to give her? your lips purse, recalling how she thinks tears are the product of emotion and weakness. god you really were just weak weren't you? what made you think you deserved someone so high ranking as arlecchino, no.. peruere..? god you missed who she used to be so bad.. how can you be haunted by the words of someone who is still alive?

'find what you love and let it kill you, because it is much better to be killed by a lover.'

arlecchino once write to you.

perhaps she was writing about her old self. the one that didn't believe in love. not until you killed took her old heart and replaced it with one that showed she was capable of love.

but now, maybe your the one getting 'killed' by her now. she was taking your heart and ripping it to shreds, right in front of you.

so you should just give in, let her 'kill' you, because you really do love her.

[eggcompany]

Viktor gets grumpy when he doesn't get to eat what he wants. He just doesn't like Piltie food sometimes. They cut things in too small of pieces, and there's too much meat. He can't get a good salad anywhere in the city, he can't find yogurt or whole milk. He can't even get turnip soup or canned fish.

He finally gets fed up with it, once he was out with Jayce and ordered porridge and was given a bowl of half cooked oats. He leaves the restaurant, Jayce on his tail with his own sandwich in his hand, meat and cheese and bread only.

Viktor says he needs real food and goes straight to the tram that goes down into the undercity. Jayce is hesitant but Viktor says he's going. Jayce follows him and is frightened, walking the darker streets, but soon Viktor is sitting in a small restaurant, in chairs that don't match. Viktor speaks in a language that Jayce can't even begin to understand.

Soon two large bowls of soup and two glasses of something slightly pink as set in front of them. Viktor tucked into his food, drinking straight from the bowl before getting his spoon and eating the mixture of vegetables and noodles. Jayce watched before trying the soup. It was almost bitter, but it was full of flavour. He discovered it was wheat noodles and vegetables of all sorts, mostly root ones. He couldn't stop eating it, only taking a moment to try the drink, something sparkly and sweet.

"I told you. Real food. And dessert to go." Viktor said as he watched Jayce go at the food like a dog. Soon there was a small box delivered to their table and Viktor gave the waitress, a dark eyed little girl, some coins.

They were full and warm leaving the undercity. Viktor had his dessert tucked under his arm. Jayce felt sleepy, like he needed a nap. When they arrived back in Piltover Viktor opened the box, reveling two little bread bars. They were sweet and had a creamy heavy whipped filling.

Jayce understood why Viktor felt fussy with Piltie food.

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readerxquinn's first meeting? can it be something sappy and cliché? ☺️🥰⚘️

This was a struggle, I'm sorry! I think I've lost my touch! 🙂‍↕️

The sun was shining for the first time in a solid week, the breeze was warm, and all of Vancouver seemed to be out and about, you included. There were some grey clouds in the sky but for now, all was wonderful. You found yourself on the phone with your best friend, having your usual weekly check-in. She had whined about her relationship issues for nearly forty-five minutes and damn near nagged you for not doing more in getting a man yourself.

"Oh, would you let that go! Christ!" You laughed, rolling your eyes. "I'm just fine!"

"You're lonely! Just admit it, Y|N!"

"How would you know what I am!?"

She persisted, almost like she was trying to get the spotlight on you specifically, though she had been the one to open the door to that topic of conversation. "How long has it been since you and Stefan split?"

"Oh god, don't mention his name! Apparently not long enough if hearing it pisses me off!"

"See!"

"Whatever! Hating hearing my ex's name doesn't mean I'm lonely! Anyways, that's enough of that business! I just remembered what I needed to ask you!"

"Which was?" Her curiosity wasn't much, more like she was annoyed the conversation was going away from you being single and how she could help you remedy the problem.

You turned the corner, finally getting out of the congested, downtown foot traffic. The side streets weren't empty, by any means, but you no longer had to shuffle your feet to avoid stepping on the back of someone's ankles. The city was beautiful. You had only lived here for about ten months or so, but you felt plenty safe enough to wander about mindlessly, just enjoying not having to rush around dodging raindrops.

"I need to know if you want to still go to the Canucks game tomorrow night," you said, waiting for the roar of a bus to diminish to avoid having to repeat yourself. You'd put your friend on speaker, with the area you were in now being far quieter than where you had turned off of.

"Oh, I don't know," she replied, her tone uninterested.

"Come on! I've got row two seats! On Quinn's side of the ice, no less! Those weren't cheap!"

Finally, your bestie laughed, "Of course you did! Like you would buy seats anywhere else! You never shut up about the guy!"

You came to a stop at a cross-walk, waiting for the signal to change, "Oh, whatever! C'mon! Go with me! It will help you get your mind off of Fuckface!"

"You and your hockey players." You could hear her rolling her eyes at you even if you couldn't actually see her. She never understood your fascination with the sport....or the players. 'They're grown ass men in ice skates who have no teeth, and probably fewer braincells, who fight each other just because...' She had said something similar to you more times than you could remember. You were just trying to be a good friend, and try to show her a good time. However, she seemed determined to stay under her self-made wet blanket.

From behind you, you could hear a chuckle reach your ears, that of a man's voice. Curious if you were the one being laughed at, you turned your head to look over your shoulder. You had to do a double-take to make sure your eyes weren't making you see things. There, in that stupid black Yankee's hat of his, was Quinn Hughes. The Quinn Hughes you had just gushed about having perfect viewing seats of for tomorrow night. Your friend had been yapping about something, but whatever it was, you hadn't caught a single word of. You were left there blinking at the fact that you had actually just ran into him. You knew a couple of other girls who had told you they had seem him out and about, and you would be lying if you, too, hadn't hoped to have such a similar encounter.

"You-- you didn't hear any of that, did you?" You asked Quinn with a nervous laugh, forgetting you were actually on the phone with someone else.

"Did I hear what?" Your girlfriend on the phone asked, confused by what you meant. Again, you didn't hear her; you were talking to Quinn.

Him, on the other hand, just smirked as he shook his head, looking down at the pavement between the two of you. He was aware your phone was on speaker, even if you had forgotten.

"Y|N?" She asked, trying to get a response from you.

"Hey, I'll have to call you back, okay?"

"Wait, why--"

And just like that the call ended, your attention now fully on Quinn as you tucked your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. She'd understand after you told her -- hopefully. No doubt she'd give you hell, if she even believed it was actually Quinn you had met.

"Is she going with you?" He asked, having heard most of the conversation from just walking behind you.

"No!" You pouted, the beeping of the crosswalk telling you it was safe to go, interrupting you for a second. "I don't know why she isn't more excited!"

Quinn would step forward, taking the place beside you. "Well, sounds like she's missing out," he smiled, looking to make sure no cars were making an illegal turn as he shielded you from traffic, as the two of you stepped into the street.

"That's what I was trying to tell her! Granted, she's not a hockey fan, so--."

"Tough sale?"

"Oh, you mean impossible?"

You both laughed, crossing the street safely, just the two of you. He was seriously walking side-by-side with you like he had know you for years! What was happening!? Were you dreaming? You almost couldn't believe it!

"You know, I've heard some stuff about that Hughes guy."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" You winked, causing him to look away. You were unsure if he was blushing or if the rare Vancouver sun was starting to burn his fair skin.

Quinn would steal another look at you before he replied, "I don't know if he'd want me to tell you."

He had your full attention now, making you blush just as much as he was. "Aw, that's a shame! I'd really like to know!"

Quinn laughed, hands deep in his pockets as he continued to glance over at you, wondering if you had noticed.

For a moment, you'd both continue walking together, seemingly content with just being in the other's company, or at least, for not being alone. Thankfully he didn't seem like he was trying to shake you, but you, however were nearing the nail salon you had an appointment with. Soon, you'd have to part ways with Quinn, just as soon as you had run into him.

"Well, unless you're also getting your nails done, too, it was really nice to talk to you," you beamed, the both of you stopping just in front of the salon's door. Quinn gave you a soft smile with a nod. He was quiet, either shy or just not sure of how to respond.

"Good luck getting your friend to go to the game," he smirked.

"Oh right! I'm going to need it!"

Quinn laughed softly, "Well, maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

"Maybe!"

The tension between the both of you trying to decide who should say goodbye first was laughable. Quinn, still with his hands in his pockets, rocked back and forth while he tried not to stare at you. You, on the other hand had your hands clasp behind your back, not wanting to part ways with him.

"Well--," you mumbled.

"I better let you get to your appointment." Quinn expressed, somewhat sadly. You thought you had caught the slightest pout form on his lips, but he looked down again before you could confirm.

God, he was cute.

"Enjoy the sun," you blurted out, completely consumed with awkwardness.

Quinn gave a slight wave, forcing himself to get walking again, "I'll see you around."

"I hope so," you whispered, watching him walk down the sidewalk before you entered the salon.

- - -

The whole time your technician was doing your nails, all your mind could think about was Quinn and the fact that you didn't even ask him for a goddamn selfie!

"You seem pretty lost in thought, babe," she said, looking up from the topcoat she was applying. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, am I? I, uh-- I dunno."

She cocked an eyebrow, seeing through your failed attempt of lying, "Mhm, sure you don't."

You sighed rolling your eyes, "I met someone today and, it was right before this appointment, and now I don't have any way of..."

"Seeing them again?"

"Well-- I'll see him tomorrow, but..."

"But what?"

You would give a deeper sigh, trying to think of how to word it. "I won't be able to talk to him."

"Doll, why don't you just say what you mean. I'm not going to judge you or anything, unless it's a married man you're thinking of having an affair with."

The cackle she let loose surprised you!

"I'm not messing around with a married man, Suzie!"

"Then why can't you talk to him if you're seeing him tomorrow?"

"Kinda hard to talk to a hockey player when they're on the ice, ya know?" your voice was a touch lower than it had been.

"Oh," she remarked, returning to finishing your nails. "Yeah, I suppose it would be a little difficult. Well, you never know, things have a way of working out when they're supposed to."

You could only hope she was right.

After a long two hours, your nails were done, Suzie was paid, and you were walking out of the door. The sun wasn't as strong as when you had gone in, and it was beginning to look like rain. For some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment that had clung to you when you had said your goodbyes to Quinn. Damn that boy for having such an unnecessary hold on you like this! You had to admit that you surely weren't the only one who felt that way! You couldn't be. Every girl who wore his jersey surely was a part of the same fanclub...

It was near two-fifteen in the afternoon, plenty of day left to still get into some kind of trouble. You'd head back towards the direction of downtown, unsure of where your feet were taking you.

You'd unlock your phone to numerous text messages from your girlfriend you had hung-up on. She was confused at the start, but that confusion would quickly fade into frustration and anger at how the call had ended and the fact that you hadn't actually told her why you'd have to call her back. To say it plainly: she was pissed.

Just as you were about to text her an long apology, (his) voice rang through your ears.

"Any luck?"

Not expecting to hear it again except on Instagram, your eyes went wide in shock! You'd try to regain control of your facial expressions before turning around. "Not a bit, in fact, if she could strangle me through the phone, I'm certain she would..."

"Oof-, that bad, huh?"

Quinn was carrying a series of paper bags, all in his left hand, and it looked like he had been busy after leaving you. He was smiling faintly, that kind of half-assed grin you were accustomed to seeing in pictures.

"I forgot to message her about why I ended the call... Not good, to say the least!"

Your comment would cause Quinn to grin more sheepishly, almost like he was experiencing second-hand embarrassment from your problems. "Doesn't sound good. I'm sorry if it was my fault."

"Oh, you didn't do anything wrong!"

"I was eavesdropping," he confessed.

"Oh, pfft-," you scoffed. "I had it on speaker! It's fine! She'll ignore me for a few days then she'll message me because she needs to rant. Don't worry about it."

No sooner than you finished your statement, a rain drop landed on your cheek. You looked up to see those clouds from earlier encroach upon the sun. There were pockets of deep grey amongst them as they loomed overhead. It was going to storm, and soon by the way the wind was picking up. You hair was beginning to whip around your face as you tried to contain it.

"It wasn't supposed to rain until tomorrow," you whined.

"I think it's going to do more than rain," Quinn said, joining you in looking up at the sky. The droplets were beginning to fall faster in cadence. "We're going to get soaked if we stand here much longer."

Taking his lead, you'd follow Quinn a short distance up the street where an awning hung from a storefront. Just enough for the two of you to get easy shelter from the popup storm.

"Do you have enough room?" He asked, scooting over more for you to squeeze in next to him, and avoid being hit by the door should it open.

"Yeah, I think so, thank you."

Within a couple minutes, Vancouver was a rainout. The sound was deafening, and the temperature had dropped an easy ten degrees. There didn't seem to be any end from the deluge as you both stood there in silence; the roar of the rain on top of the metal awning would make any conversation a yelling match. You were trying to cover your arms to keep warm, with the cool bay air feeling less comfortable than it had been that morning.

Quinn would notice your fidgeting and make a comment on it, his brows furrowed, "Are you alright?"

"Hm? Oh! Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, hoping he could hear you.

He looked over his shoulder, into the storefront window. You were standing in front of a cute little bistro, the window table-for-two behind you was empty. He turned his head back around while you gazed out at traffic passing by. Quinn was smiling, his heart quickening in pace, mouth dry, and palms damp but not from the rain.

"Would you like to get lunch?"

You blinked several times, brain trying to discern if you had heard him correctly, or if he had said, "I'm going to get lunch."

"Oh-- okay," your heart was breaking as you replied, turning your face from his and back to the cityscape.

"You don't want to?"

"Don't want to what?" You replied, completely lost.

He laughed, seeing the deer-in-the-headlights look you were giving him. "I asked you if you wanted to get lunch."

"I'm so sorry! I thought you said you were going to go get lunch," you confessed, feeling like an idiot.

"You're alright," he smiled. "But, uh...the offer still stands...if you want."

"Oh! Here?"

"I don't see a better place around at the moment," winked Quinn.

"Neither do I! I'd love to, thank you!"

He'd follow after you, holding the door until you were inside the warm and fragrant interior of the restaurant. Like it was meant to be, you were seated in the window seat, away from the bulk of the tables and their conversations. As you sat opposite Quinn, at the small, wooden table, you were reminded quickly of Suzie's words of, "if it was meant to be, it would find a way."

Well, he had found you, that was for sure.

[fairytaleendingss]

I really like the way you write James ❤️ no specific request but would love to see a fluffy James x reader

Love-Struck

Summary: You and James can’t keep your hands off each other after a few too many drinks with your friends at a party.

CW: Alcohol consumption, reader having hair long enough to tie up.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Sorry that this one is kind of short. Tbh fluff isn’t my strong suit. I’m more used to writing angst or hurt/comfort. But hopefully this satisfies your need for soft!James (I love him too). Also sorry that it took so long to get to. Enjoy!

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You couldn’t contain your giggling as you stumbled through the doorway of your apartment, James having missed the keyhole three times while trying to unlock the door.

You eventually made it in, tripping over yourselves as you clung to his arm and refused to separate, as though the two of you had been glued together.

It was a cool night out and James’ cheeks were flushed from the cold wind. His glasses sat askew on his nose and a few dark curls had fallen loose around his forehead.

He looked so precious, you just wanted to throw your arms around him. And so you did.

With a heave, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you in a sloppy kiss. His large hands came to rest across your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. He tasted like tequila and you were sure you probably did too.

He pulled away after a moment, smiling goofily as his eyes traced over you face, as if he was trying to make note of every single one of your features so as not to forget them.

You grinned back, brushing a strand of hair that had escaped from your ponytail, behind your ear.

“What was that for?” He questioned. His voice was raspy and the scent of alcohol clung to his breath.

“I just love you,” you told him, your slurred words laced with an intense affection. You couldn’t express it enough. Even after 2 years of dating and six months living together, you heart still raced every time you looked at him, your stomach filling with butterflies and your entire being swam with a feeling of elation you couldn’t quite put words to. He just had a profound effect on you, like you shared two halves of the same soul or something equally sappy.

You used to roll your eyes at people who said things like that. At couples who were so obsessed with each other they couldn’t bear to be apart for even a moment. But now, looking up at James, you understood.

He grinned even wider if that was possible, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too.”

There was a pause.

“I’m going to marry you, you know?”

Your heart swelled.

“Really?”

“Yeah! I knew it from our first date, actually. You’re the love of my life.”

You pulled him forward once more, your lips connecting like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t care that you were both still tipsy from Sirius’ party or that it was well past midnight or that you were standing in the open doorway of your apartment, exposed for the world to see. Right then and there, you were the only two people in the entire world. You and your love for each other was all that existed, all that mattered.

You were pulled apart by the sound of a throat clearing from behind you.

You turned to see Mrs Riley, your elderly neighbour, standing in the hallway dressed in a pale pink bath robe.

“Excuse me loves, this is very sweet and all but it’s two in the morning and you’re being rather loud.”

You turned to look at her wide eyed.

“Sorry,” you muttered bashfully. “We’ll go inside now.”

“Thank you. That would be much appreciated.”

With that, she turned and hobbled back into her apartment, muttering something under her breath about “silly love-struck kids.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned back towards James. You could tell that he was trying hard to suppress laughter of his own.

Love-struck, you thought, was the perfect way to describe it.

He pulled you in once more, this time only for a soft peck.

“On that note, I think it’s time for bed.”

You nodded. “I think so too.”

And with that, you pulled the door closed, taking hold of your boyfriend’s hand and letting him guide you towards the bedroom.

You smiled to yourself. If this was what it was going to be like for the rest of your life, you’d gladly be love-struck forever.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Away Part 1

Regulus Black AU

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: T- mentions of abuse

Summary: Growing up in abusive homes has finally reached its breaking point. Regulus comes to run away with you in the middle of the night. Its time for a new life.

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It was late at night when you heard a soft knock on the front door. Looking up from the book that you had been reading, you knew that knock. That was Regulus. You frowned as you stood up and looked at the clock on the wall. 12:45. It was late for Regulus to come over without any warning.

Walking to the door, you were thankful that your father had passed out drunk. Your very mentally abusive father was usually out cold by 10:00. If he knew that Regulus was there, things would get terrible quickly. Your father hated everything about Regulus, to begin with.

The moment you opened the door, Regulus reached out and grabbed your wrist. Tugging you down the steps, Regulus didn’t say a word until you stopped walking.

“Regulus, what are you doing?”

You questioned, glancing over your shoulder to make sure your father hadn’t heard anything. Regulus stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He took a breath before turning to face you.

In the darkness, you couldn’t see his full face but something told you that he was beaten up too.

“Come on Y/n, we are getting out of here. I have had enough. We aren’t dealing with our parent’s shit anymore.”

Regulus quickly tugged you toward a parked car. Opening the door, he quickly ushered you into the passenger side before hurting to the driver's side. You sat quietly processing everything that had just happened.

“Where did you get a car?”

Regulus kept his grey eyes on the road in front of him.

“Stole it. That is all that you need to know.”

You blinked, again taking everything in.

“Regulus, I am going to have to ask questions. I didn’t even know that you could drive.”

“Having Sirius for an older brother isn’t as bad as one would have thought.”

Regulus replied. He was still going on sheer adrenaline. After the epic showdown with his parents, he wasn’t sure when his normal thinking would return. When he did return to his normal thinking, Regulus wasn’t sure how he would process everything he did. At the moment, however, he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting the two of you out of dodge.

“Regulus, will you please tell me what the hell is going on outside of running away? I am a little freaked out.”

You gasped when Regulus swerved the car to the shoulder of the road. He sat quietly for a moment before turning to face you. When he turned, you suddenly understood everything. Half of Regulus’ perfect face was bruised and swollen.

“Reggie…”

You managed to squeak out as he reached for your hand. His long fingers gently traced over your palm.

“I know. It looks awful. I am tired of our parents beating on us, Y/n. Neither one of us deserves this shit and I am putting an end to it now. We will be 17 soon and we will be able to legally decide our fate. I am terrified that if we wait much longer, one of us may be killed. Again, we are getting the fuck out of here before that could happen.”

Regulus was relieved when you nodded and appeared in agreement.

“You’re right. I am tired of seeing what your bitch of a mother does to you.”

Regulus sighed.

“I told her about us. She flipped the fuck out because you aren’t a pureblood. Apparently, she is trying to arrange a marriage with one of the other snots in my family’s circle. If we stay here, we will never be able to be together. I am not giving you up for some pureblood bitch that I have no interest in.”

As Regulus suspected, you appeared to be completely horrified. You knew that you wouldn’t be good enough for Walburga. That was common sense 101 to you but you never expected her to totally beat Regulus over it.

“You’re right. We have to get out of here. Regulus, what are we going to do?”

Regulus leaned his head back into the headrest and was silent for a moment.

“I have my inheritance from my uncle. He gave it to me some time ago in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I have an idea. Let's just get married. That way if my stupid parents catch us, they won't be able to do a goddamn thing.”

You found yourself staring at Regulus again. This was the most un-Regulus Black thing that you had ever heard come out of his mouth. You had the feeling that Regulus would take some time to propose. Doing it before you were even legally able to do so was totally unexpected.

“Regulus, we are 16. There is no way we would be able to…”

Regulus cut you off by holding his hand up.

“We lie. People lie all the time and we can be one of them. Please Y/n. The only way that everyone will know that we aren’t going to give each other up is if we get married.”

Regulus was relieved when you finally smiled.

“You have definitely put some thought into this. I think you are right. I don’t want us to get married to give our parents the middle finger. I want to marry you because I love you and you are the only person that I could ever picture myself with.”

Regulus gave you the small smile that he only reserved for you.

“Is that a yes, Regulus. I will marry you?”

Leaning across the seats, you gently kissed his cheek.

“Yes, Regulus. I will marry you.”

Regulus pulled you into a soft kiss. Regardless of the moment being rather shitty and the day being horrible…this was exactly what he needed. Breathing in your scent, Regulus felt comforted knowing that his mother would never be able to force the two of you apart.

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Regulus took out the engagement ring that his grandmother had given to him years ago with the instructions to give it to the right girl. He wasn’t sure if his grandmother Irma would be happy with his choice of the right girl but Regulus also didn’t care.

“Good, because I didn’t know what else to say.”

Regulus commented before slipping the ring onto your finger. You smiled looking down at the emerald and diamond engagement ring. Regulus didn’t have to tell you to know that this was a family heirloom. This would be yet another fuck you to the Blacks that you would enjoy. The perfect ring would be on your finger while you were married to their perfect heir.

“It's beautiful, Regulus. I love it.”

Regulus nodded.

“And it fits your finger perfectly.”

You moved to lay your head on his shoulder.

“Where are we going to go? You know, after we get married.”

Regulus looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I know where Sirius lives with Remus. We can stay with them until we come up with something more permanent. It wouldn’t be until after we get out of school so that gives us some time.”

“I think we would be safe with Sirius. I know the two of you didn’t part on good terms but he is still your brother.”

Regulus frowned. You were right. He didn’t part on good terms with Sirius. In fact, their last words were down right icy. Regulus would have to do something that he hated doing…apologizing. He knew that he would have to tell Sirius that he was right about everything. That would be a lot like eating dirt but it would have to be done.

I have to apologize to him to have a safe place for Y/n.

Regulus’ grey eyes fluttered back to you. You were busy admiring your engagement ring with a smile on your pretty face. Regulus sighed.

There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for her.

Taking a breath, Regulus sighed.

“You’re right. We didn’t part on good terms but Sirius is my brother. You of all people know that I hate admitting that I am wrong about anything but I was wrong for how I dealt with him.”

You squeezed Regulus’ hand again.

“It's all minor details that we can fix. Now where are we going to get married?”

Regulus started the car and pulled back onto the road.

“I was thinking about the next town over. No one there knows us. It will be easier to get in and out. I only feel guilty that I am not giving you the wedding that you deserve.”

“That is only a minor detail, love. We can always have a wedding later.”

Twenty minutes later, you stood beside Regulus as he filled out the marriage license. The lady at the window had gone off to file some paperwork as if it were just another day. She didn’t seem very interested when the two of you asked to be married. This was just another day at her boring job. The only thing that seemed to spark her interest was the bruise on Regulus’ face.

“Do you think she suspects that we aren’t old enough?”

You whispered. Regulus’ eyes rolled up to the woman as she walked out to find someone to do the ceremony part.

“I think she could care less. Remember, we are being liars. I’m 17 and you're 17.”

You nodded as an older man walked up. He took the certificate while looking between Regulus and yourself.

“Are you the two looking to get married?”

Regulus nodded.

“Yes, we are.”

The older man frowned.

“How old are the two of you?”

Regulus was a lot more confident than you at the moment.

“We are 17 and old enough.”

The man again looked between Regulus and yourself. He wasn’t a fool. In his 30+ years of being in his job, he had seen enough kids sneaking to get married. This appeared to be yet another one of those cases but something also felt different. Whether it be the rough state that Regulus was in or the nervous expression on your face, something told him that this was a big deal.

“Indeed you are. Come with me.”

The next fifteen minutes were a blur for you. You wished that you could have enjoyed the moment a little more. Part of you was worried that Walburga and Orion would burst into the room before everything could be completed. If they did, you knew that they would kill Regulus. You noticed that Regulus had one eye on the door too. Clearly, he was having the same thought process as you.

Regulus felt bad that he wasn’t as present in the moment as he had hoped he would be. Feeling on edge and barely paying attention seemed like a shitty way to start your lives together. The only thing making Regulus feel somewhat okay was the promise that he could give you something better later.

Mum and Dad won’t be able to do shit now. I no longer care about the Black family legacy. I don’t care what any family member has to say about Y/n. They won’t know how truly wonderful she is. If they try to hurt her, I’ll kill them.

Regulus thought as the minister’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Kiss your bride.”

Regulus waited all of two seconds before pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders deepening the kiss. No matter how “off” the situation was, you would make sure that there was at least a decent wedding kiss.

Walking out of the office, you squeezed Regulus’ hand. For the first time since he came and took you away, you felt as if you could somewhat breathe. Now you at least had the promise that what you had with Regulus couldn’t be taken away.

“Everything will be okay.”

Regulus said softly. You stopped walking and moved to wrap your arms back around him.

“Yes, it will. Now let's go talk to Sirius.”

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DROWNED LOVE, LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN (Finale)

Epic x Reader

CW: Yandere themes, attempted suicide (only mentioned), death of the main character, PLOOOOT

Description: you have forgotten your past with Odysseus and Penelope, but you still have an empty place in your heart. You have tried several times to throw yourself off the mountain and find peace. And when Odysseus wakes up on Calypso's island, a sudden thunderclap sounds that briefly shakes the world...

AN: This is the last part of this story, how do you like the plot? I hope you liked this fanfiction, I had a lot of fun writing it!

Part 6 Wake up!

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Emptiness filled you when you were torn from your dream. The dream was a paradise for you, you felt free again after such a long time. Free from the gods, free from the pain, free from the emptiness in your soul and your heart. But the dream shattered when delicate hands glided over your sleeping form and shook you awake. When you opened your eyes you looked into the face of the beautiful Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty. "Oh my darling, you don't have to sleep out here," her voice rang out, filled with concern. With her help you slowly got up and yawned quietly, mourning your dream. But as soon as you realized where you were, the emptiness filled you again. It locked you in a loneliness that no god in the world could have filled. Aphrodite took you into the great hall, you were like a doll that only moved when someone pulled you behind her. Aphrodite didn't let go of your hand either, it had always been like this ever since you tried several times to throw yourself off the mountain. A god always had a hand on you, whether they held your hand, put an arm around your shoulder or waist, or carried you in their arms. Aphrodite pulled you next to her, and so the days passed in which you lived like a doll.

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I sat at the window of the temple of Athena, the goddess who still treated me as a human. She was my favorite of all because she didn't force herself on me, I waited for her because she was visiting a mortal. When she came back there was a thoughtful expression on her face, as if something was bothering her. "Lady Athena?" I began, "What are you thinking about?" I completed my question. When she looked at me her gaze softened and a slight smile graced her lips before she answered me. "You know, I once had a boyfriend but we parted ways years ago," her voice rang out, she sounded so serious. "But now I know that I have to make it right again." She said seriously. I nodded at her, she told me about her plan to convince her father Zeus to release her friend. I was slowly becoming curious who this friend was, but she didn't really answer that question. I listened carefully to Athena's plans to convince Zeus. Once she mentioned the name of the friend she wanted to save, but the name sounded unfamiliar to me and I can't remember what it was. "I really hope you can free your friend, Lady Athena." I smiled gently at the goddess of wisdom, I felt most comfortable and understood around her. But she still couldn't fill the void, I knew that she was trying too and that made me feel very guilty towards her.

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On Ithaca the sun was high in the sky, suitors gathered in the halls of the palace and craved the attention of the queen: Penelope. Penelope had now waited 16 years for her husband Odysseus and her future wife (Y/N). She missed them both from the bottom of her heart but also had to be there for her people and her son. The Queen of Ithaca knew that something was wrong because her memories of (Y/N) were also blurry. It was as if something, or rather someone, was trying to destroy the connection the three had with each other. Penelope sat at her loom and continued weaving the picture she was working on and thought about the past but could only remember the time with Odysseus and slowly the memories of the young woman she and Odysseus once loved disappeared completely. Telemachus, who was standing in the large garden of the palace, stared at the statue of his father. In his hand he held a small book that was bound in leather. A diary of his father that he had found back then, in it was written everything about the woman who had followed him into the war after Telemachus was born, (Y/N) future wife of Odysseus and Penelope. For a moment, the young prince's eyes glowed gold. "Destroy it." A woman's voice rang out, and Telemachus tried to ignore it again like he had done for the last few months since he had found the book about (Y/N). He wanted to get to know her and love her like his parents did, but this person was against it.

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I had to prevent her existence from being passed on, and the little prince didn't make it easy. I had already robbed Penelope and Odysseus of their memories of her. And I was responsible for her forgetting her previous life. Now I just had to convince the Prince of Ithaca and everything would go according to plan. My golden eyes took over the prince's again and I finally had full control over the boy. As Telemachus I walked through the halls, ignoring his mother's suitors because I had to destroy this book. I came to a carmine and threw the book in there where I watched as it was destroyed in the fire, this filled me with satisfaction. "Telemachus, what are you doing?" I turned around in shock and saw his mother, the Queen of Ithaca, standing in front of me, looking questioningly into the fire. "Nothing mother, I'm just burning your suitors' letters." I answered and she nodded before stroking his head lovingly. "Thank you, Nyx," she said before turning away and disappearing back into her room. Shortly afterwards I left the boy's body and made my way to Hades, who asked me to do all this.

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The light shone brightly on the Queen of the Gods Hera. "Never once had he cheated on his wife," Athena's voice rang out. Hera, who immediately recognized that Athena was telling the truth, looked angrily at her husband. "Release him," her words sounded sharp and were aimed directly at Zeus. Zeus, who had been sitting completely relaxed on his throne until now, twitched his eyebrows. Had Athena tried to embarrass him? She shouldn't get away with that, she wants a fight? She'll get it. The clouds closed in before it started to thunder and flash loudly. When you saw the storm, you just stared up at the sky.

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Y/N POV

It was strange, my whole body started to shake but not out of fear. Poseidon, who was sitting next to me, put an arm around me to calm me down, but it didn't work. And slowly they came back, memories that had disappeared. Absolutely everything came back into my head like a wave and I stood up before I stared angrily at Poseidon, "You killed 558 men, you monster." I accused him. But before he could answer, my legs started running. I knew that I would never be able to escape from here and that there was only one chance. I could only escape from eternal imprisonment if I...

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Everything suddenly fell silent when a loud thunder shook the world. Odysseus, who had already been imprisoned on Calypso's island for seven years, raised his head when he heard that. Athena, who was supposed to be struck by lightning, stared in horror at your figure that had been struck by lightning. The world stopped turning and everything seemed bright to you. Your body felt an endless pain that didn't last long. The gods rushed towards you and Apollo was the first to reach you, lifted you in his arms and tried to heal you, but as soon as he put his hand on your body, it shattered into a thousand pieces that slowly dissolved into nothing. Your existence had been wiped out, at least for the moment. At the same time in the underworld, Hades sat on his throne, he could observe everything that happened on Olympus. He knew that the gods were beside themselves with anger and grief, but that was the only way he could save you. He had found out about you early on through his wife Persephone and felt sorry for you, so he had sent Nyx with the task of wiping out your existence. But he knew that now you would be able to live a life without all the pain.

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Y/N POV

I tried to open my eyes, everything was so quiet that it was already too loud for me. Every now and then I saw old, long-forgotten memories, my parents, Odysseus, Penelope, the war and more. Then I suddenly felt a warmth shining on my face and a loud noise. "What...?" I said in a scratchy voice before slowly opening my eyes.

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The morning sun was shining in the sky and filling the room of the girl with the (H/C) hair with golden light. When she opened her (E/C) eyes she found herself in her room again. She sat up sleepily and rubbed the sleep from her eyes that was still blinding her perception. When she forced herself to get up to turn off the alarm, she let her gaze wander out the window. It was a beautiful spring day and the sun was shining pleasantly on her face. She let this moment sink in and relaxed completely. The young woman went through the day she had planned in her head. When she opened her eyes she started to get ready, she put on a white long-sleeved blouse and simple black high-waisted jeans. She looked over at a shelf where her jewelry was, she took a gold chain with a sun pendant from the shelf. She had had this chain since she was born, it was tradition in the family that every member receives such a chain as a gift after birth. She also decorated her fingers with gold rings. After putting on matching sneakers the young woman looked in the mirror and nodded contentedly, in the mirror she looked at her desk and remembered that she had to slowly make her way to university. As she went to the desk she looked at a book, it was the Odyssey which they were currently discussing at university. The young woman loved history in every respect, but the Odyssey in particular had won her heart even if it seemed to her as if something was missing from it. Like a person who was never mentioned or was intentionally removed? As the young woman was packing her bag she stared at a fruit that had not been on the table yesterday, a pomegranate….

-Peachyprophet

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omg I love your writing, can you do one with squid game characters seeing the several bruises on your body that you have been trying to hide pls?

Headcanons: their reaction to your bruises🩵

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f), Thanos (Su Bong) x Reader(f), Se Mi x Reader(f)

Summary: you studied at the university. And often faced bullying. Many guys humiliated and beat you, which caused you to have bruises that you tried to hide.

A/N: Thank you very much for such a charming order! I hope you liked what I wrote!

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Cho Hyun Ju

You didn't want to tell your girlfriend anything about it, because she had her own problems because of the transition to a girl. That's why you tried to hide all your bruises.

But you couldn't do it forever. After all, you sleep in ordinary pajamas, which opens your skin of your feet and hands well.

And because of this, the following situation occurred.

Ju was already lying in bed when you quickly came running and covered almost with a blanket, it worried her.

- Did something happen, baby? Why did you hide from me? - she asked, looking only at your head, which was looking out of the blanket.

- I'm just cold, don't worry.

- Hmm..but now the weather is hot..and you often started wearing warm clothes. Maybe you're sick??? Then don't cover yourself up so much!! - the girl said excitedly, removing the blanket from you, you tried to stop her, but nothing came out, she defeated you.

Pulling off the blanket, Hyun Ju noticed a lot of bruises on her arms and legs, her face turned pale sharply.

- Baby... Why do you have so many bruises??? - you had no choice but to confess everything.

After your story about being beaten at the university, Hyun Ju got very angry, preparing to deal with your abusers at such a late time, but you barely stopped her.

- No one will dare to touch my baby with a finger. Tomorrow I will go to your university and deal with everything. And I don't care if they look at me askause, I won't let them touch you.

Your favorite girl will definitely deal with your abusers, that there will be no wet place left from them.

Thanos (Su Bong)

In your opinion, the guy was not the one who would worry about the problems of others, even if something happened to loved ones.

That's why you decided not to tell him anything, but just put on clothes with long sleeves so that nothing could be seen.

But you didn't take into account the fact that Su Bong is quite observant and quickly notices changes, especially if they concern you.

You were going to go to the movies. You put on a long-sleeved sweater again, not paying attention to the fact that it was quite hot outside.

- Are you a fool? - he asked rudely, entering the room, seeing how you were dressed.

- What are you talking about?

- Have you seen the weather outside? Why the fuck are you dressed like in winter? Go change your clothes! - he was worried about you, although he showed it in a different way, you decided to take a chance and admit what was going on.

- I can't dress openly yet.

- Why else is that?

And you told him everything, from the beginning to the very end. His face changed with each new word, from neutral to more evil.

- WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU SILENT?! - he shouted, but you understood that he was not shouting at you, but because of the whole situation.

- I thought you wouldn't be interested..

- Fuck! You're completely crazy! How could you think that?! It makes me very angry! That's it! Tomorrow I will go and kill everyone who touched you. I'll do everything so well that they won't suit you anymore. If, of course, they stay alive.

You couldn't refuse him. Although, even if you refused, he would still do his own thing. After all, he loves you very much.

Se Mi

The girl worked very hard, so you didn't want to burden her with your problems.

But Se Mi was very attentive and therefore immediately noticed that you began to wear baggy clothes, although you usually wore more open clothes.

- Honey, have you decided to change your image? - she asked, laughing a little, when she saw you in a huge sweater.

- I just decided to experiment.

- When you lie, your ears turn red. - she said, after which you immediately covered your ears with your hands, realizing that she caught you.

The girl came close to you and said in a stern tone:

- Undress. I have to see what you're hiding from me. - you blushed from her words,but obeyed and showed all your bruises.

The girl gently stroked the places of your bruises, silent for a long time.

- Se Mi?

- Who did it? - you explained everything to her, she was angry, but tried not to show it to you.

- Don't hide it from me anymore. Tomorrow I'll deal with everything and everything will be fine.

Se Mi never throws words to the wind, she will help you cope with everything. She won't care that she's a girl and go deal with the guys, your safety is the main thing for her.

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[jewish-vents]

Just experienced antisemitism in public for the very first time in my life. I saw a post about a girl testifying against antisemitism and wanted to share mine, especially since i'm a French Jew too. This country is a nightmare for Jews and for the first time, I'm seriously considering moving out after I was verbally assaulted at my workplace yesterday. This past year I've been reading tons of posts and tweets about antisemitism and how much it impacts Jewish lives and I was horrified. But somehow I always was reassuring myself that nothing would be happening to me for some reason. I'm going trough it right now and I'm anxious, it made me question my whole opinion about Muslims/Arabs not gonna lie.

I just got a job in an airport and my company wants me to do some training and do some classes for the job. Everything was doing well, until the teacher asked each of us which countries we visited the past years. And since I've been to Israel and Dubai last year, I said it. I never meant to provoke or hurt anyone in the class. Immediately, a NorthAfrican/Arab guy in my class said "Israel is not a country, it's Palestine and it's occupied" I was like "??????" So I said gently and respectfully "No it's not, Israel is a beautiful country btw" and immediately this Arab guy said in a threatening manner, pointing his finger up "Be very careful of what you say, don't speak about Palestine. You're a Jew living in France this is not your land. Do you know supporting genocide and racism against Arabs is illegal in this country" (I live in PARIS btw) and I was like what on earth is going on... I was in shock this was pure antisemitism thrown in my face. I've never been racist against anyone, and I would never harm an Arab or a Muslim person just because they are. The f!ck.

I felt uneasy and not well, but the class went on, and the teacher was showing some pictures of products that are prohibited on plane and stuff. And the picture of a AK-47 showed up and the same Arab guy said "it's what the Palestinians used on october 7 al Hamdoulilah" I knew he was trying to provoke me and it worked. I gasped and told him "are you serious ?" Quickly, the teacher intervened to defend him saying "Palestinians are only using rocks, poor quality slingshots, they're defending themselves, he's right". I was boiling inside but I answered politely "They kidnapped and killed innocent people, it's not okay to defend a terror!st group in my opinion". And this Arab guy shouted so loud in the class saying "Stop trying to play the victim because you're Jewish!! there's no innocents in Israel! They tried to get their freedom back, they have an October 7 everyday!" - I was in shock. Not only he felt comfortable pointing out I was Jewish in a very negative manner ("playing the victim") but he was expressing freely his antisemitism in the class in front of everyone and the teacher included, justifying a terror act and no one opened their mouths. In fact some girls in the class were enjoying the "drama" and laughing.

It didn't stopped. Later in the class, the teacher was explaining how to help passengers in an airport, etc, and another one (Muslim guy) said "I don't care. If I meet French passengers trying to go to Israel in the airport, I will give them false informations, I will do everything in my power to stress them out and make them miss their flight, I hate THEM so much". When he said "THEM", I immediately understood he meant Jews, French Jews. And the teacher didn't said a thing, instead smiled. Just a bunch of people in the class simply admitting being ready to discriminate/threatens any average Israeli citizen/Jewish life, because of antisemitism. So scary. The situation was out of control. All because I said I visited Israel to answer the tutor questions regarding traveling. I realized how much you can be in danger just by mentioning Israel and I admit I regretted saying it. Would they have reacted the same if I told them I had visited Iran who makes women lives a living hell ? Or Afghanistan ? Or Syria ? Of course not.

I realized at that moment how much the pro-Palestine propaganda brainwashed them to the point they can no longer hide their antisemitism it in real life and think it's completely normal. How much can they hate a country they never visited ? People they never met ?

I couldn't wait until the class was finished. I was so angry at myself for not standing up more for Israel and exposing their antisemitism but I was scared for myself at the end, I don't want any problems. I just hate those classes right now and can't imagine having to support these coworkers, I get so much anxiety. I'm sorry but I just hate Arab/Muslims antisemitism. They are the first to point out islamophobia (rightfully) but then be vicious antisemites. Besides, the muslim men in the class made me uneasy. They felt superior to me because I was a Jewish AND a girl, and imposing their views on everyone. I'm even thinking of stopping the classes.. Just disgusting. I hate this feeling and I don't wanna feel like this forever. Why does it had to happen to me, I've never been hateful to anyone :(

I'm so sorry this happened to you Anon. I'd have been terrified too. You should reach out to HR or whatever similar entity you have there. I hope you stay safe, sending you so much love

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Seeing Crimson | Soldier Boy x Wife!reader

Summary - You're sick of your husbands relationship with another supe, even if it's just for show. Set around 1980.

Pairings/characters - Soldier Boy (Ben) x wife, wife!reader

Warnings - language, Vought are dicks, angst with cliff hanger ending (kinda)

Language - English (British)

Word Count - 2,297

Notes - Sorry about the ending lol. Not proof read.

Credits - this imagine is partially inspired by @syrma-sensei <3

Star divider is @cafekitsune

A while ago, Vought decided Soldier Boy needed a girlfriend. You didn't pretend to understand their bullshit reasons - publicity, good image, blah, blah - and you definitely didn't understand why it couldn't be you, why you and Ben couldn't finally go public with your relationship.

Oh, no. Of all people, it had to be her. Crimson Countess. The nation's favourite whore.

When Ben had first told you, the argument had been fierce. You couldn't understand why Vought decided he needed a girlfriend, why it couldn't be you, and why it had to be her instead. Ben had reeled off the crap excuses they'd given him - it needs to be someone famous, we'd make a great power couple, you're not a supe - and it equal parts broke your heart and enraged you.

Of course you understood Ben wasn't happy about it, either. You knew he loved you - he had married you, after all - and you knew it was just for show. But it still hurt. Still pissed you off.

And then today - today, Ben and Countess had been doing some red carpet, interview type thing, and she pulled him in, kissing him firmly on the lips, leaving her bright red lipstick all over him. You'd seen it on the news, the video of their kiss playing over and over again in your mind. You could read Ben well, saw his body stiffen, his hands staying where they were, not pulling her closer. The way he pulled back quickly, jaw clenched. He hadn't been expecting it. He hadn't wanted it.

You were sat on the couch, arms crossed over your chest. Ben would be home any minute - likely with flowers, or wine, or both, ready to grovel - and you were doing your best to remain calm. Level headed. Trying to remember this wasn't him, it was Vought. The front door creaked open, and you heard him leave his boots and shield by the door - something he never usually did, which meant he was sorry and he didn't want to piss you off further.

"I'm home," he called quietly, checking the kitchen first, then rounding the corner to see you sat stoically on the couch. "Hey." He sat down next to you, close enough to bump knees gently but not too close, in case you were mad. You didn't say anything, didn't look at him, just sat staring ahead. "You mad?" he asks, as if he couldn't read it on your face. One of his arms rested on the back of the couch, the other fiddled with his super suit. You let out a sigh.

"I'm not mad at you, Ben." You say quietly, and it's true, to a certain extent. It's not his fault, not like he asked for it.

"Not even a little bit?" he asks. You give him a small, sad smile.

"Maybe a little..."

"Why a little bit?" he questions, a small frown gracing his forehead.

"You didn't bring me flowers, which you always do when you mess up." You reply with a smirk. Ben rolls his eyes fondly, his hand moving the hair off you shoulder tenderly.

"I'm so sorry I forgot your flowers, princess. Is that all you're mad about?"

"Mhmm..." You muse quietly, one finger tracing patterns over his thigh absentmindedly. His finger moves to your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes.

"You sure that's it?" he prompts again, and you try and avoid his gaze, letting out a long sigh.

"They were talking about you today, at work. You and... her."

"Saying what?" he asks, almost defensively.

"How... good you two look together. That you're a- a great couple and you'd - that you'd..." Every word feels like poison in your mouth, spitting them out through gritted teeth.

"We'd what?" he prompts, finger tracing your jaw gently.

"They said you'd make cute babies," you say finally, shoulders slumping in defeat. Next to you, Ben tenses up, clenching his jaw. He cups your cheek, making you look at him again.

"That is bullshit. Absolute crap. I love you. I married you, not her. She is - she's a - a prop. Set dressing for Vought. I love you, darlin'." he says emphatically, his rage simmering beneath the surface of his words. "You know that, right?"

"I know," you say softly, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. Ben looks at your hands, recognising the anxious habit. He picks your left hand up in his own, kissing the back of your hand, the ring on your finger. He can tell there's more, something else troubling you.

"Talk to me, doll," he requests softly. Your fingers entwine in his lap, his other hand still stroking your hair.

"It's just-" You sigh sharply. "I didn't mind being a secret. I... I understood why Vought wanted it that way - why you wanted it that way. I'm fine being out of the spotlight, away from potential danger. But... this. This bullshit with Countess... I don't get it. I know, I know you gave me their crap excuses, but you and I know it's shit. I don't care about being secret, but now... now I feel like the other woman." You try and explain. Ben's hand tightens in yours, his fingers stilling their gentle wanderings through your hair. He takes a deep breath.

"I'm so sorry, darlin'. I - I never meant for this. For you to feel like this. But you - you are not the other woman, you hear? You are my wife - mine. I love you, I chose you. You could never be the other woman, okay?"

"I know that, Ben. I'm the one with - with the ring, and the house, with your last name, for crying out loud. Logically, I know all of this, but that doesn't make it any easier, doesn't make it hurt less. First Vought said you couldn't have a girlfriend because of your image, now you suddenly need one for your image? And that Crimson bitch of all people? It just - it makes me so mad." You fume, working hard to try and keep your cool. Ben, you can see, is trying to do the same.

"It's not real, though. It's just publicity." He retorts, jaw tight as he tries not to direct his anger at you.

"The way it makes me feel, the way it affects our life - that is real. Ben, every time I leave the house, I see the two of you plastered on every - every billboard, the side of every bus, on fucking soda cans. I can't even go to work without seeing a magazine with the two of you on it, or without half the department talking about you and your movies and how great you look together, and it kills me, because I just have to take it, to put up with it." I cry, frustration building, eyes welling with tears. Ben feels guilty - how could he not? - that his crap is affecting you so much, that he can't look after you properly. But, in true Ben fashion, it presents as anger.

"What the hell do you want me to do, then?" he yells. The both of you are now standing - god knows when that happened - facing each other, breathing heavily. Ben's fists are clenched, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare each other down. You both know your anger is with Vought, but now you're taking it out on each other.

"I want you to fight for me, Ben! Stand up to them, for God's sake. You're supposed to be the strongest man alive, America's greatest superhero! Fucking act like it and do something. Fight for me, for us! How are we supposed to have a future if we're living in the shadows? How can we have - children, a family?" You shout back, frustrated that he doesn't seem to get it. Why wasn't he trying harder to end this publicity stunt with Countess?

"I can't, don't you see? We have nothing without Vought, they call the shots. I can't just turn around and tell 'em to fuck off. They own me, Y/N, which means by extension, they own you too. We piss 'em off, they could - fuck, they could have you killed. We would lose everything."

"We don't need them, Ben. And they don't 'own' you. Maybe the own the - the Soldier Boy name, the suit, whatever; but they don't own you, Ben. And we could do it, we would be fine without them or with whatever consequences they throw at us, if you would just stand up for me!" You shout back, chest heaving with anger, fighting back the tears in your eyes. His eyes simmer with a dark rage you never see targeted at you.

"I am Soldier Boy, it's not just a name, a - a costume. I thought you understood that? And provided they didn't — didn't try and have you killed or something, we would lose everything. The house, the cars - all of it."  "I don't care about that! Let them have it! I don't need a fancy house or expensive cars, I need you. I married you, Ben. Not Soldier Boy, and not Vought. I chose you, I want to have a family with you, and I don't care where that happens."

"Really? You'd be fine with, what slumming it? Living in some crappy, too-small apartment, or, or a cabin in the mountains? No vacations, no fancy dinners, none of it?" he retorts condescendingly.

"Ben, I have never given a shit about that, about any of it! We could be on the streets, in a shack in the arse end of nowhere, and it wouldn't matter to me, because we'd be together. Don't you see that? I don't care where we are, how big our house is or how many vacations we go on. All of that - it matters to me because of you. It matters that this is our home that we made together, the walls that we painted this fuck-ugly green, that crooked shelf in the kitchen that you put up. It matters that you planned our vacation last year because you know I love Paris, not because we flew first class to get there. This ring - you've always known I love sapphires, that is why I love it, not because of how much it cost or where you brought it from. I don't - I don't care what it costs us, Ben, but I... I can't do this anymore. I can't feel ashamed of our relationship, I can't feel like the mistress in my own marriage. Please." Your voice gets softer with every word, until those last few sentences are barely more than a whisper, tears sneaking down your cheeks. Ben looks at you, brows furrowed, eyes displaying pain and an insurmountable love. He swallows, taking a step towards you.

"I'm sorry," he says softly, pulling you into his arms. "I'm sorry I - fuck, I'm sorry I said you only cared about - about... I love you. So much, I do. I - I can't lose you, I won't lose you." He pressed a kiss to your head, his strong arms holding you close. He pulls away, cupping your face in his hands, wiping away some of the tears. "Do you really think the walls are fuck ugly?"

You laugh, shaking your head at him. "Kind of. I... I liked the green in the store, but it doesn't look right here. That's also not the point."

"I know it's not." he says, smiling as he plays with your hair. "I'll tell them. I'll... we'll figure it out. Together. I just... we have this thing, in Nicaragua. I need the team to be together, to be focussed for that. Can you wait until then?" You nod slowly, understanding the importance of the upcoming mission.

"It'll give us a few weeks to get things in order, too." you say softly. You disliked Vought before this, but now you loathed them. Might as well take them for as much money as you could. "We could... transfer the house, the cars, into my name. Then they wouldn't have a claim on it, right?"

Ben nods thoughtfully, brows furrowed. "That's not a bad idea, doll." He sighs, looking down at you, hands still on your cheeks. "I love you. More than anything." He says earnestly, leaning down to kiss you gently.

"I love you, too." You whisper against his lips.

"After Nicaragua, then. I'll tell them to shove the Countess thing, that we're going public, take it or leave it." He says with conviction, a determination in his eyes. He presses another tender kiss to your forehead. "Did you mean what you said just then? About - about wanting a family. Kids." He asks quietly.

You smile softly, nodding your head. "Yeah. I do want a family with you, Ben. I always have." He smiles, eyes bright, as if he can't believe.

"Really? You - you want to have a baby? With me?" You nod again, chuckling softly.

"Of course I do."

"We could.... I mean, only if you wanted, of course, but... we could try. For a baby, I mean. When we go public, after Nicaragua. We could have a baby." He murmurs, almost afraid to say it aloud.

"I do want to. And yes. Let's... let's try for a baby." You reply with a tender smile, cheeks flushing a light pink at the thought.

Ben beams. "Okay then. After Nicaragua, we'll tell Vought to stick it and then have a baby." He says softly, almost reverentially.

"After Nicaragua," you repeat softly, smiling at the thought.

🫣 sorry about the ending!! please let me know if you enjoyed!!

[nitadllyss]

I would die if you left me

Yandere Minho × Female Reader

Genere: Angst, Psychological Drama.

Content Warning: Emotional and Psychological Abuse, Manipulation and Control, Possessive Jealousy,Domestic Violence, Self-Harm or Suicidal Threats, Anxiety and Emotional Distress, Toxic and Destructive Relationships

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He loves you in a way that no one could understand. He needs to be the only one in your life, the only one for real.

The time he saw you so close to your best friend, with his arm around your shoulder while you both laughed together over a childhood story, he felt his heart tighten, as if the air was escaping him. His hands and feet grew cold, and a wave of dizziness hit him to the point where he almost vomited. In that moment, he understood that he wasn’t the only one capable of making you laugh, touching you, or looking at you with love. That thought made him sick. The idea that someone could take you away from his side filled him with irrational jealousy.

That was the beginning. Without you realizing it, you stopped seeing your friends. You no longer went to social events, and you couldn’t remember the last time you went out alone or chose your clothes without his approval. You felt suffocated. Minho was in every corner of your life, as if you couldn’t even think without him trying to invade your thoughts.

One day, determined to regain some control, you planned to take a walk with your friends while he wasn’t around. You made sure he wouldn’t find out, and as soon as he left for work, you began getting ready. You felt free, beautiful, light. You enjoyed your time with your friends, wearing a short without feeling guilty, but you knew you had to return before he came back.

When you got home, you locked the door behind you and, as you turned around, you saw something that froze your blood. Minho was kneeling on the living room floor, his head lowered, tears dripping from his chin and soaking his shirt. He looked up, and you saw his eyes swollen and red, but his face was empty of expression. He stood up, and you took a step back, bumping into the door. Your heart was racing, and your limbs felt cold from the nerves.

“You left,” he said in an authoritarian tone, walking toward you. “Who gave you permission to leave without me?” he yelled, grabbing your arm with such force that his knuckles turned white.

You were paralyzed. The grip on your wrist hurt, and when he squeezed harder, you couldn’t help but wince in pain.

“Answer me!” he shouted, his eyes wide open, staring at you. “I was so scared... I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay! Don’t ever do that again! Understand?”

The pain in your wrist was unbearable, but you tried to stay strong.

“Minho, you’re hurting me,” you said.

He abruptly let go of your wrist, as if he didn’t even realize what he was doing. When you looked at your skin, you saw the marks of his fingers. He had never been physically rough before, and you weren’t willing to tolerate it.

“You can’t act like this just because I went out after months with my friends. It was just a walk. I’m fine,” you said, rubbing your wrist. “I don’t understand what’s going on with you, but I’m fed up. I can’t breathe, Minho. You don’t let me do anything on my own, and the one time I try to do something for myself, you treat me like this.”

His eyes fell on your legs, staring at the short you were wearing.

“Did you go with him?” he asked, clenching his jaw.

You didn’t want to answer. He had no right to be angry about that. It hurt that he ignored everything you had just told him. You decided to go to your room to grab your things and leave, knowing that he wouldn’t change.

Before you could step out of his range, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him forcefully.

“Why let them see you like this? I know what they think when they look at you. I know how much they want you to be theirs...” he said, his voice trembling. “Why do you do this to me? After everything I do for you…”

His grip was so tight that you feared he would leave marks. You tried to break free, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Minho, stop,” you said, your voice trembling as you pushed his hands away. “I can’t keep doing this. I love you, but I can’t handle your jealousy or possessiveness. It’s over.”

You tried to keep it together, but the tears kept falling uncontrollably. Minho began to tremble, and suddenly, he started crying uncontrollably.

“You can’t leave… you can’t leave me,” he said, pleading, but his tone bordered on commanding.

Your hand reached for the keys on the door, but the sound of a knife being taken from the table made you turn quickly. Minho was holding the knife, taking aggressive steps toward you.

“I have so much love to give you... Don’t you see it?” he said, his voice cracking, as he pointed the knife at his own throat. “I can’t imagine life without you. Why are you hurting me like this?”

The knife barely touched his skin, leaving a tiny scratch, but enough for you to feel like the world was falling apart.

“Minho, please, put that down. You don’t have to do this,” you begged, stepping closer to him, terrified.

“Don’t leave me with all this love in my hands, because I won’t be able to handle it,” he said, smiling through his tears as dark desperation filled his eyes.

You hesitated. You didn’t know what to do. He kept begging.

“I promise I won’t be this possessive... Please don’t leave. I love you, you’re my whole life,” he kept pleading. The more you listened, the more dizzy your mind became.

You moved slowly, your eyes fixed on the knife.

“Put it down… I’m sorry if I overreacted. But please, enough.”

You carefully took his arm and managed to pull the knife away from his throat. He threw it to the floor, and before you could react, he hugged you tightly.

“Don’t ever leave me. Please... I love you so much. You’re my reason to live.”

You stayed still, cold, trapped in his embrace. Even though you didn’t say it out loud, you knew you were trying to convince yourself of something that wasn’t real anymore.

He loves you... he just wants to protect you.

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This is my first writing, so I hope I did it right. English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.🙏🏻💕.