#like is she an angel who's never done wrong? no of course not. and neither is samuel.

[vonlipvig]

Just heard a podcast reviewing Anatomy of a Fall, and the guy keeps throwing around the word 'narcissist' and criticising the way she mothers Daniel 💀I will never read/hear another guy's opinion on this film ever again

come here, man with a podcast. i want to hear more about your opinions on how sandra voyter is an evil narcissist who only cares about herself and who rules over her poor husband and child with an iron fist. ooh, you're sooo good at media analysis. come here, come closer. closer. closer to this window, yes. don't worry about it. alexa, play PIMP by bacao rhythm & steel band.

[bea-does-stuff]

𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐇𝐒𝐑 𝐱 𝐘𝐍)

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 696

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩𝙮, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙚��𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙣'𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 ^^

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎

Arguments with him are nothing less than common, with his genius complex and snappy attitude, you both end up initiating an argument about something neither of you truly care for, and of course, you're the one who usually ends up apologising, even when he was in the wrong

This being said, one time, there was one time, he went too far

“God! I truly wonder how you manage to exist and function with that sad excuse of a brain!” veritas snapped, you were use to him saying stuff like that, and you knew he never truly meant them, but it was getting so repetitive you had enough

You didn't even bother responding, you simply slammed the door and headed outside for a break, and as for veritas, he probably cooled himself off with a relaxing bath

It was only when he was done destressing, when he realised the horrible way he spoke to his dearest partner

Upon your arrival, he initially tried to give you space, he stayed in his library reading, as you did your own thing, but the guilt stabbing through his chest slowly became too intense for him, and he quickly rushed to where you were

“Dearest,” he mumbled, you didn't give him an answer, he didn't deserve it

He huffed at your comment and left house, which left you stunned initially, until he returning home with a bag full of your favourite foods, as well as flowers and a plush of your favourite animal

It was so clique, but he didn't know much about this topic, he was always superior, he never had a need to apologise to others, but he wanted to apologise to you, out of respect for you

You sighed and nodded “its fine, veritas” he looked away, scoffing as his cheeks bloomed a faded pink 

“Good. that is good.” he whispered, you had to know dr ratio pretty well to sense the relief in his tone

“I must say, this is a very thoughtful way of apologising, 5 points” you teased, he rolled his eyes, fighting back the small smile crawling up his face

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

He is prideful, very prideful, and when he has an opinion, he leaves no room for others input or objectively wrong opinions, which makes it almost impossible for him to apologise

Arguments with him feel like speaking to a wall, on very rare occasions will he say anything, almost making it seem like this situation was…meaningless to him, like your feelings were meaningless to him

This one day made you snap, and you actually began to sob quietly while you were arguing

This made him glance back at you, a look of surprise and…dread on his face

“My angel…” he mumbled, but you rushed out before he could say another word, leaving him alone with his racing thoughts

Despite being a cold, rational and controlling serafin, he is a very paranoid individual, and his mind began to flood with possibilities of you leaving him behind to find someone better, or thoughts of you growing to hate him and seeing him as the control freak others label him as.

Because of this, he let you have your space, and spent an hour or two asking his dear sister robin for advice, she was a lot more well versed in tending to people's feelings and apologising for making someone hurt

Once robin was done lecturing his brother, sunday returned to the house, finding you buried under a layer of cushions and blankets

“Angel…i…” he took a deep breath and looked at you with those…piercing yellow eyes

“The way…that i disregarded your feelings…it..it was unacceptable and cruel” you slightly lifted the blanket on your face, staring at him, still slightly upset

“I…deeply apologise, you don't deserve such cruelty from a man who dares call himself your lover”

You sighed, a sad yet relieved smile on your face “you apologising is a strange occurrence, so i know you mean it”

He brought you to his arms, his wings fluffing up due to how happy he was to have finally worked up the courage to apologize and make you smile

Robin would indeed be proud

[skipper1331]

Loving Esme // Esme Morgan

a/n: based off this and this request:)

Loving Esme was the easiest thing in the world and always had been.

You fell in love with her the moment you saw her.

Back then, you didn‘t know what love was and neither did she, but you knew that she was special.

The two of you became friends in an instant as you shared the same interests and hobbies. You wanted to spend every second of the day with her, play football, read books or no matter what. As long as Esme was there, you were the happiest girl in the world.

With 15 you realized that the feelings you had for the blonde weren‘t just friendly but much more. It scared you.

Age 15

"How do you know if you like someone?" you asked Esme who was sat at her desk, doing some homework while you relaxed on her bed. "Well, I think you should feel butterflies, that weird sensation in your stomach when you are near that person. But you should also feel nervous and shy, afraid what to say because you want to impress that person. A racing heart and sweaty hands is also a sign yet always feeling comfortable and secure in their proximity. If you like someone that someone could never do anything wrong because they are too perfect to do anything wrong. Their laugh is like music to your ears, the sound of their voice is angelic and the slightest touch of skin burns your skin…" Esme told you as she didn’t even look from her work.

To you, it sounded like Esme talked about the feeling of being in love like she had read in her many romance books. What you didn’t know nor did she realize was that she in fact described the things she felt when she was with you.

When no answer came, the blonde turned on her chair, looking directly at you "Do you like someone?" a frown displayed in her face.

"No"

Lie.

Esme turned back on her chair, trying to focus on her work. You had lied to her, you have never done before. Why now? Did you like someone? Why would you lie about that? Why would you lie to your best friend?

Silently, you slapped your forehead. You were such a bad liar and Esme knew you better than anyone. Of course, she knew you were lying, her eyes gave it away.

Why couldn't you tell her the truth?

You felt exactly as she had described.

Because you had these feelings for her.

Those feelings got exposed two weeks later.

Bothered by your lie, Esme couldn’t think about anything else. Did you realize she talked about you? Are you in love with someone?

The two of you didn’t hang out as much as before. It felt weird not seeing each other every day - the blonde always some excuse ready. She didn’t understand her behavior but she felt like that was the only way to protect herself. She didn’t realize that that was the cause of so much pain. Her own pain and yours - she never wanted to hurt you.

When you asked if she wanted to hang out because you missed her, she already had plans.

"Sorry, mum asked me to help in the house today. Maybe tomorrow" she said, not looking in your eyes, her voice higher than usually - she was lying.

"Fine" you replied grumpy, walking away. Why was she lying? Did she not want to be friends with you anymore? Have you done something wrong? The defenders eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

You deliberately walked the longer way home to calm down. Unfortunately it didn't work as your frustration was still very present. It wasn't just the frustration that was bothering you, but the warm feeling that filled your heart when you thought about Esme, even though you were annoyed with her.

You had to talk to her, you couldn’t leave it the way it was at the moment. It not only annoyed you but hurt too.

"Where are you going?" your mother asked as you marched down the stairs, determined to talk to Esme - to get your girl.

"Esme‘s"

-

You knocked on the door like your life depended on it, knuckles already red when finally someone opened it.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" the person you wanted to see answered, "come in" as she stepped aside, letting you enter her home, your second home.

"Your mum isn’t here" you stated, "you‘re alone at home."

Shamefully, the blonde looked down on the floor, "i am"

"You lied to me"

"I didn’t mean to" the blonde started to walk to her room, not wanting to discuss this with you right in front the front door as one of her family members could come home any second.

Following her, "Why did you?" your voice was quiet, afraid of the answer.

"You lied to me too" she defended herself, pacing around in her room, "why didn‘t you tell me you like someone?" she asked, catching you somehow off guard. You knew that she had caught you lying that day. "Who do you like?"

"You lied to me, because I lied to you, is that what you‘re saying? Esme! What kind of behavior is that?" your voice started to raise, the built up frustration discovering the surface.

"And what is yours?! Since when do you lie? You‘re the worst liar I know!"

"Of course I am! I hate lying, especially to you! It was a reflex" you tried to explain, arms flying wildly around.

"Reflex?" Esme’s voice lowered, not liking the loud shouting atmosphere.

"Yeah" you shrugged your shoulders, your voice dropping quite as well, "I lied because I panicked. And I panicked because the- the feelings you explained, I feel them. For you" your heart stopped beating, your hands shaking, mind spinning. Did you really just admit your feelings?

"I love the way you laugh, I love the way you smile, I love the way you talk about the world, i love that you‘re the most supportive, sweetest and caring person I know. I want to be around you all day long because you make me happy and nervous. I don’t want to be your friend, i want to be much more."

Because loving Esme was the easiest thing to do.

The widest smile appeared on Esme’s face as her eyes shone with so much happiness, "can i take you on a date?" she smiled, stepping closer to you, slowly taking your hands.

Your smile matched hers when you heard her question, "yes please" you answered, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to her cheek. She blushed furiously in response.

"I really didn‘t mean to lie, i was- jealous of you possibly liking someone that isn‘t me"

Age 17

"Do you want kids in the future?" your girlfriend asked as the two of you laid in the garden, stargazing. Your head rested on Esme‘s shoulder, her arm wrapped around you as your legs tangled together.

"Yes, a boy and a girl" you replied sheepishly, the stars so clear, "the boy as the firstborn, so he can protect his little sister"

The sweet girl giggled "small perfect family" yet secretly loving the idea as she imagined little yous running around.

"Do you ever want kids?" you prompted yourself on your elbow to look at the blonde - she looked breathtaking under the moonlight. "I want everything you want" she was completely lost in your eyes, their sparkle something magical as her hand reached up to brush the loose strand of hair behind your ear. She was falling in love with you all over again.

In that moment, no words were exchanged, the loving looks telling more than words ever could. Leaning down, you pressed your lips against the defenders, the butterflies erupting in your stomach as your cheeks caught fire - nothing could compare to the sweet kisses you shared with Esme.

Loving Esme was the easiest thing to do.

Age 20

Sitting next to Esme‘s family in the family and friends section of the stadium, you waited for the Manchester Derby to start. You were wearing your girlfriends jersey, her name and number across your back which always made her heart melt. You looked so cute in sky blue.

You loved derbies almost as much as Es did, the excitement and enthusiasm radiating off her body weeks before match day.

You cheered for the tall blonde as if you were her biggest supporter - which you were, in fact and always had been.

Every time she won the ball and each clean tackle made your heart swell with pride. That was your girl!

The game was thrilling as City and United had their chances. Games like these were always intense, both teams wanting to show what colour Manchester had.

The game ended in a solid 2-0 win for the sky blues, your girlfriend already happily walking over to you after she had shook hands with her opponents and talked to her friends for a few minutes.

"Hello my love" she smiled, her voice raspy from communicating on the pitch. It made your knees buckle every time.

"Hey my superstar" you grinned, leaning up to kiss her. Immediately, her arms went around your waist, pulling you close as took in the atmosphere.

"Marry me" she whispered, completely dazed "I want you to be my wife"

Confused, you took a step back. Was she high? "Are you messing with me?" you chuckled nervously, eyes darting around her face, searching for any signs of joking.

"No. Seeing you in my jersey, with my name on your back - i want it permanently. I have the ring hidden in my car since months, but it never felt like the right moment. But now it does. I know this isn‘t the way you probably wanted to get propo-" you launched forward, cutting the blonde off as you connected your lips in a public appropriate kiss which was yet passionate.

"Ask me"

"Will you marry me?" she asked, eyes locking with yours at each word.

It didn‘t matter if it was the way you imagined that she would propose,

it didn’t matter that it wasn‘t the way she had planned to propose,

all that mattered was that it was the just two of you.

"Yes!"

And loving Esme was and always had been the easiest thing to do.

Age 26

"Did you ever believe we'd make it this far?"

Three years ago, your beautiful baby boy greeted the world. He looked like a mini version of Esme - blonde hair, eyes sky blue.

He was playing in the sandpit in your garden while Esme and you had an watchful eye over him, her arms wrapped around your stomach, head resting on yours.

"Mama! Mommy! Look!" proudly, he showed you his sandcastle, the boy more interested in building stuff than kicking the ball - Esme had tried often enough to play with him but he just wasn’t a footballer.

"I always believed in us" you replied, melting further in her touch after both of you had answered your son.

"Let me rephrase it, my love. Did you ever think our dreams would come true?"

Her fingers drummed softly on your pregnant belly, declaring her question.

Your firstborn was a boy, always like you wished for. And in not even two months, your baby girl would greet the world - the fairytale you always wanted.

"Yes, because loving you was the easiest thing to do."

[thetisming]

i could Bad End Theater &j.. (sorry it will be less lesbian than the original BET, but if it helps you can make William a woman. it's easy)

so NATURALLY Comedy and Tragedy are Anne and Will, i mean in the show she LITERALLY turns his tragedy into a comedy!!!!

i would say the Hero is Romeo, it feels fitting for both their characters

the Maiden is May, of course, shes literally purple so obviously May is them. and also, May wants to find love! the Maiden goes and gets kidnapped just to find love!!!!

now, if we're going off of romance, this would make Frankie the Overlord. but i dont think thats right! really, neither Juliet nor Frankie would fit the Ovelord, BUT Juliet would fit more AND the Overlord IS pink

and once again, although it's not the MOST fitting, Frankie is the Underling. theyre blue. hes blue. theyre like the same guy really (also the Underling has their coward ending)

NOW, you might be thinking, where are Lance and Angelique?

well, they could EASILY be Comedy and Tragedy. they were forced apart!!!!

then theres also the fact that she used to work for him, BUT, theres no romance between the Overlord and the Underling. but we've already established we're not going off of canon romance and things can be shifted

how would these changes impact the story, you ask? well, heres what i'm thinking:

with the Mayden/Coisling change, here are some of the endings i'm thinking:

Francois holds out his hand to you. You look at him, then at the burning building -- Juliet, who you had just been getting along with so well, and Romeo, the hero that was meant to save you, are still inside the castle.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Take his hand [romantic]

Run to the castle [heroic 💀]

CHOICE: TAKE HIS HAND

You take his hand, and the two of you run off together to live a life far away from your village or from his castle.

You never look back.

[ROMANTIC MAYDEN END A]

CHOICE: RUN TO THE CASTLE

You run from Francois, but you're too late. You hesitated for too long, and you payed the price. You think you might leave and go back to Francois, but you quickly decide to just stay and burn.

You wonder what could have happened if you had taken his hand.

[ATTEMPTED HERO MAYDEN END]

You hold your hand out to May with a smile, but they respond with a blank face. Did you do something wrong? Still, your smile doesn't fade. They look at the castle, and then back at you. They take your hand.

You never look back.

[ROMANTIC MAYDEN END B]

You hold your hand out to May with a smile, but they respond with a blank face. Did you do something wrong? Still your smile doesn't fade. They look at the castle, and then back at you. They ultimately run to the burning building.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Cry

Follow them [desperate]

CHOICE: CRY

You do the only thing that makes sense to do. You sit down, and you cry. You don't think you'll ever find love again. Your time together was short, but magical.

You run to the woods and never return.

CHOICE: FOLLOW THEM

You run into the burning castle, trying to find May again, but it's no use. The smoke is too thick and the flames are too hot. You laugh as you collapse to the ground. Everyone else burned in here, so why shouldn't you?

You close your eyes for the last time.

[DESPERATE COISLING END]

now, for the Angeling/Overlance change:

You look at your overlord. You never wanted to kill him. You knew him better than any of the other underlings, you had spent time with him, gotten to know him. You loved him.

Still, knowing this doesn't stop you from digging your claws deeper into his chest.

You were a survivor, and if you hadn't done this, your friends surely would have killed you.

You leave the room with Lance's blood on your hands. Your friends applaud and congratulate you. It feels... bitter, but you remind yourself that it was either him or you. You're appointed as the new overlord. Every so often you see an underling who reminds you of him, or worse, you. You made the mistake of getting close to one of them, one day. That ended with you killing her, the same way you had killed Lance.

You fear you will never escape your past.

[OVERLORD ANGELING END]

You can't do it. You can't kill him. You knew you wouldn't be able to, but you still agreed to.

You try to leave the room, but the other underlings lock you in and set the castle on fire.

Lance wakes up. You don't tell him you nearly killed him. The two of you die together.

[LOVING ANGELING END A]

and what about Heromeo/Overliet?

You laugh with the hero. He's surprisingly charming, and you have a lot in common. He smiles at you, and something in you drives you to kiss him. For a few seconds, you're happy.

Until a maiden comes in with one of your underlings. They frantically tell you that they overheard your underlings talking about overthrowing you and that you have to leave immediately. You look at the underling next to them (Frankie, was it?) with anger in your eyes, but he shakes his head to say that he wasn't involved.

You try to leave your room with the hero, but your underlings shut the door. It doesn't take you long to realise it's been set on fire.

You see Frankie and the maiden huddle together. You would consider it cute, if you weren't about to burn to death. Still, you decide to do the same with Romeo.

You all burn together.

[OVERLIET TRUE END]

oh, that's strange! the true end is the same as in the original Bad End Theater, it seems... well, i suppose that's what makes it true, isnt it? no matter who they are or what they do or who they love, they have to burn... it's sad, isn't it? but there's nothing we can do... they all burn together.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Shuri x Reader Rest

You opened the front door to find Shuri standing there with her hand raised ready to knock. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sight. You were just about to make your way to the grassy field surrounded by the tall trees of the jungles. It was her and yours secret hideout that no one else knew about.

"Hey is something wrong?" You asked her looking over shoulder to see if she had any of the Dora Milaje with her.

She simply shook her head running a hand through her hair.

"Are we not-" Your question was cut short when her lips crashed into yours in a feverish kiss. Her hands found your waist as she backed you into the house. Shuri kicked the door shut with her foot but still managed to keep her lips attached to yours.

Your arms wrapped her neck in response pulling her closer as she swung your body around. So she could press you up against the wall, your mind was still swimming with questions. But you couldn't focus on them long enough as Shuri kissed you with a desperation. You hadn't felt from her in a long time. The last time she kissed like this was not too long after Queen Ramonda died.

"I need you to feel something real and alive right now please sthandwa" Shuri pleaded. When you tried to pull away insisting that now wasn't the time for such a thing.

You gave in.

The worry inside of you grew more and more by the second as your lungs started to beg for air. Just when you thought you were going to have to push her away. Shuri finally broke the kiss pressing her forehead to yours with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry I just really needed that it's been a long day" she whispered. Her voice a bit winded from the kiss.

"Its okay" You reassured.

The two of you stayed like that rooted in that spot for a few more minutes. But eventually you brought up your original question again. "Are we not going too the fields today?"

Shuri shook her head. "No I don't feel like making the hike I just want to stay here with you. We can lie in your bed and cuddle for a bit yeah?"

You were caught off guard with the sudden change in plans. While it wasn't unusual for Shuri to switch up on locations every now and then. Especially when she discovered a new spot with a breathtaking view. Wakanda was filled with so many hidden gems the two of you would never run out of secret meetup locations. But never had she suggested that you and her just stay here in your home. That you shared with your older sister Okoye.

Who had no idea that the two of you were dating, and had started seeing each other about six months ago. The only person who knew of your relationship with Shuri was her mother, and it was because neither of you had the heart to lie to her. Of course Queen Ramonda took notice of the drastic change in her daughter's mood and habits. Whenever she went down to the lab to pull Shuri away from her work. The Princess would already be gone, and was nowhere to be found in the palace.

Shuri would try too sneak back in during the early morning hours, but her mother was an early riser. The Queen let her daughter believe that her secret escapades went unnoticed. Until finally her curiosity got the better of her and she asked Shuri at breakfast who exactly had managed to put a smile back on her face.

Queen Ramonda was happy the two of you were able to love each other, and find happiness after the tragic passing of T'Challa. She was worried that Shuri wouldn't be capable of being happy again after his death. She became a shell of a person, and barely left her lab. Until you came along and challenged her to get out and enjoy the beauty that the world still had to offer.

"What about Okoye? You asked with a raised eyebrow. Your older sister was no longer a Dora, but instead had been given a new position. One that took some convincing for her to commit too, but was just as important. She was the leader of the Midnight Angels, and the job came with one huge perk. Okoye was no longer kept at the palace all day and night. She actually got done with her military duties at a decent time on most days, and would return home during evening hours.

"We got a couple of hours I gave her a few more tasks than normal today. She'll be busy till nightfall" Shuri told you.

"Hey is everything okay?" You didn't mean to ask so many questions, but her behavior had you a little more than worried, and now that you really had a chance to look at her. You could see just how tired and defeated she looked. There bags under her eyes letting you know that she wasn't getting that much rest. And honestly while it didn't surprise you considering all of the added on responsibility she had to deal with. Since becoming the Black Panther, trying to truly grieve her mother's death, and help rebuild Wakanda's army. When M'Baku offered to take the throne in her place until Shuri was ready was truly a blessing in disguise. You didn't think she could handle the pressure right now, but of course you weren't going to tell her that outright.

"I'm just tired that's all and I don't want to sleep in the palace. Someone always seems to need something, and even though M'Baku is king. The Council stills finds a reason to bother me on a daily basis. I just need you right now okay please" Shuri said. Her voice got lower and lower as she talked till it was nothing but a whisper. The softness coupled with the pleading tone made her even more vulnerable.

It broke your heart to see your love in such a state so without another word. You took Shuri by the hand and led her down the hallway to your decent size bedroom. The Princess had only been in your room a few times, but it still looked the same. The walls were painted in a warm brown color with a few art pieces hung up. The king size bed was positioned in the center of the room with the window right above it. The reddish brown curtains with swirling patterns on it keep the sunlight out.

Shuri wasted no time in getting more comfortable. Taking her t-shirt and black joggers off leaving her in a sports bra, and workout shorts. Under normal circumstances you would've taken the opportunity to truly appreciated her lean and fit form. The muscles in her arm and her abs were more defined than ever thanks to her constant training with Okoye, and Ayo.

But at this very moment her rest was your only concern. You followed suit changing into pajama pants, and a tank top. The perfect outfit for a long cuddle session which was probably going to turn into a nap. Shuri sat on the bed patiently waiting for you to join her laying on your back. Allowing her to snuggled up to your body and rest her head on your chest. You brought one arm down to wrap it around her body in lazy grip, while your other arm stayed behind your head. You leaned to press a quick kiss to her forehead as Shuri let out a soft hum.

Time drifted by as the two of you just laid there holding each other. You managed to stay conscious longer than Shuri did. She wasn't lying when she said she was tired. It only took about five minutes before her soft snores started to fill the air. You glanced down to see her face relax and worry free as she slept. Shuri never looked so peaceful as she did right now, and you decided that from here on out. This would become a weekly thing no matter the risk of Okoye finding out.

But what you and her failed to realize was neither of you had remembered to set an alarm. Before the cuddle session started you didn't remember falling asleep, but not too long after Shuri went under. You followed her lulled by the sound of her soft snores filled with the breeze of cold air coming from the vents. Hours later when nightfall finally arrived both of were so gone. The sound of the front door opening and slamming shut didn't make either of you stir even a little bit.

Okoye called out your name as she always did when she got home to make sure you were home and safe. Usually if you were going to be out this late, or was planning to crash elsewhere. You made sure to leave a note on the small table set by the door. There was no note so she knew you were home.

A small bit of worry struck her when you didn't reply to her right away. It was a bit early for you to be asleep already you tended to night owl. Okoye made her way to to your bedroom keeping her pace steady but quiet. Your bedroom door was ajar, so she pushed it all the way open. The sight that welcomed her had her entire body freezing up in shock as she let out a little gasp herself. But the shock left just as quickly as it arrived. Her eyes softened as Okoye shook her head with a light chuckle. She knew you had been dating someone, but she never would've guessed it was Shuri.

The Princess let out a little mumble as one of her hands started patting the spacious bed. Okoye assumed she was unconsciously searching for a duvet considering how chilly it was in your room. She tiptoed into your room and retrieved the giant cover from the bottom of the bed, and pulled it up and over both of yours and Shuri's bodies. Shuri hummed in satisfaction and nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck.

Okoye planted a small kiss on your forehead which seemed to do the trick. Your eyes fluttered open at the feel of her lips, and you caught a brief glimpse of her face. But you were so out of it all you could do was mumbled her name.

"Shhhh sleep usisi omncinci we can talk in the morning" Okoye whispered caressing your cheek.

You mumbled something unintelligible before going back under a deep sleep.

With a soft smile on her face Okoye exited your room closing the door behind her.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

Lukas stood in the gardens of the Twikkii Island palace, running through their options. Somehow, they'd found a way to leave the hallway where they had been eavesdropping on the queen and find their way outside. A million thoughts ran through their mind, all smashing together at break neck speeds, leaving them without a single helpful thought.

"Maybe the mortals are being given these names because they're finally coming home. Riley might have found her way back. At the moment, that's not an unreasonable possibility."

Lukas knew they were wrong the instant that the words left their mouth. Of course, Riley wasn't coming home. Nothing that good ever happened to them. If she came back and told their father that it wasn't Lukas' fault that she was lost, maybe their family could start to heal.

There was an instant method of learning who was alive or dead that Lukas hadn't done in centuries. The last time they'd used this technique was to find out if Riley was truly dead after their own first reincarnation had stabilized. It was technically a trick of Izanami's, but it was harmless, so Lukas figured that there wouldn't be any backlash to them using it.

The trick involved a skeletal object as a stand in for a human body. A human body could hold a spirit or soul within it and then lose that same spirit upon their death. This skeleton would act as a mirror and reflect a living soul if it was still housed in a human body and remain empty if it had been transferred out of the realm of the living.

Lukas calmly extended their hand and focused on the skeleton before them.

"I summon R-Alicia Wenlock," they declared and the skeleton glowed briefly in acknowledgement. They hadn't had the courage to ask for Riley, even though she was the only reason they were doing this. They'd known Alicia well both before and after her death and had always respected her for the sheer amount of drama she caused as a reaper. Alicia may have been the only reaper who could even come close to matching Lukas' reputation and that was no easy feat.

The brief glow within the skeleton quickly faded and dissolved into mist. Alicia had no soul to reflect. She was gone.

"I summon Morganna Grunt. I summon Victoria Evans."

Neither name sparked a reaction in the skeleton, just as Lukas suspected. It was too good to be true, despite what the mortals believed.

So why were these names suddenly circulating? Why were they appearing via supernatural means? It didn't benefit anyone that Lukas could think of. The reapers gained nothing from this, and would likely be penalized if they were spreading nonsense among the living. The remaining four angels kept to themselves and seemed to actively hate the living for reasons they also kept to themselves. The demonic sovereign was too insecure in their position to use Riley's name, knowing that Lukas would immediately take an interest in whatever plot she would be making. While it was true that Saren liked to stir things up, she didn't have the power to take on Lukas or even her little hybrid that owed his stabilized magic to Lukas. Theo had no loyalty to her and a debt of gratitude to them. Of course, they couldn't rule out another demon aiming to take Saren's place.

A sick feeling settled in Lukas' stomach at the thought of a power-hungry demon reaching for power that shouldn't be theirs. Gee liked to tease his stepmother for assuming that every little thing was a demon plot, but he hadn't lived through what Lukas had. He had no idea.

"I summon Tyrone Marlowe," Lukas called, their voice only shaking slightly as they did. To their immense relief, the skeleton remained unchanged. Demons were trickier to track when they could possess someone living or slip through the loose seams of the Void back into the living world. Tyrone had been obliterated by the ocean for his crimes against Lukas, but it never hurt to double check.

All of this was silly. This list of names had to be some kind of sick joke someone was playing on the mortals. It was Lukas' duty to protect them, but this clearly wasn't some terrible plot that needed to be stopped immediately. And if it was just a joke, it was probably safe to call out Riley's name. It would sting just as it always did to remember her loss, but nothing else would happen.

"I summon Riley Reeves."

The skeleton burst into a dazzling light, illuminating its body like roaring flames. The skeleton was only supposed to reflect a small ball of white light if the name had a soul to reflect. This blazing, fiery energy was unfathomable. It was impossible. What the hell did it mean?

"Riley? Are you there? Is this you trying to find me?"

Lukas' voice was shaky as both hope and fear warned inside them. Did this mean their sister was alive? Was she simply trapped in another dimension, waiting to be rescued? But then why did this energy feel so twisted and wrong?

"Lukas Reeves. Lukas Lane. The ocean has left you unprotected, separated from the ones who once gave you strength. I certainly hope you're not counting on Izanami to protect you."

The voice wasn't Riley's. Riley had had a bright, cheerful voice and loved to sing off key when she stole their parents' car to go joyriding. This voice was cold and hollow and empty. There was no emotion in it at all, not even malevolence. Just the sound of it sent chills down the deity's spine.

"Where's Riley? What have you done with her? Give her back! Stop filling mortal heads with her name!"

"It's a shame that Destiny and Davis don't have a single drop of their parents' power between them. How disappointing. Your son, Luke, was so much like you. It's a waste what you did with him."

Lukas' blood froze in their veins at the thought of their son. That was someone they could easily never think about for the rest of eternity and still think about too often. The very mention of that name was a threat. If it wasn't clear already, this left no doubt that whatever this voice was, it meant to harm Lukas.

"No! No! I'm not listening to you! You don't get to talk about my children! You don't get to impersonate my sister! If you come after me, you'll regret it!"

Lukas extended their arm, shattering the skeleton into thousands of tiny shards. They collapsed on the ground, too paralyzed by fear to think of what to do next.

"Izanami," they whimpered, calling out for their husband to rescue them. "Izanami, something bad is happening. I need you."

Lukas couldn't die, that was an undisputed fact. You couldn't kill Life. Life was an eternal force tied into the functioning of the universe, manifested in the form of Lukas Lane. As long as there was a living world, Lukas would exist to see it thrive until Death played his part. It was a cycle older than time, and while it could be interrupted, it could never be destroyed.

That didn't mean that no one ever tried to kill them.

Lukas had first manifested into being as a man with dark hair, created from the ocean adding a fetus made by Linus Reeves and Luke Lane to the eternal force of Life. He was entirely the son of two mortals, and yet, also entirely a deity woven into the fabric of the universe. His parents had been marked by the ocean with power beyond imagining when they were together, all of which tied back into their son. Just as Lukas had warned the little demon hybrid, any great power held by one was meant to be shared with another.

His parents had what could generously be called a turbulent relationship, but there had been a time when they were happy. Just before the Demon Wars, they married in the afterlife and things were good. The instability of the Demon Wars sent ripples through the realms, weakening the boundaries of living and dead. Souls in the afterlife were able to create new children with souls of their own. Lukas' parents gave him twin siblings, Riley and Leander, and Lukas had never felt such happiness outside of his feelings for Izanami.

Riley asked to become a reaper after a number of years and get a chance to experience life outside of the afterlife. It wasn't fair to keep these souls trapped in a realm for after life when they had never truly lived like their parents had. Her request was granted and Lukas could vividly remember the look of sheer joy on his sister's face when she saw Pleasantview for the first time. After years of hearing stories from their parents about the place they once lived, Riley was thrilled to be standing where they once stood. It had been nearly a thousand years since their parents had lived there and nothing was the same, but Lukas couldn't crush his sister's enthusiasm.

Riley thrived in the living world, reflecting life nearly as brightly as her brother, despite being a reaper. She wanted to start a family of her own and to drive fast cars and get into trouble because it was fun. When Lukas' own personal life was imploding, Riley would take him out for a drink to forget his problems.

But then reapers started dying. It was sporadic at first. A reaper from Twikkii Island one day, one from Strangetown a week later. Victoria Evans and Alicia Wenlock collapsed into nothingness before Alicia's son's eyes. Riley was called to the scene as reinforcement and soon collapsed as well. No reaper could find them, the Grim Reaper at the time couldn't reach their souls. Lukas was powerless to help as it wasn't his realm. He couldn't interfere with Death’s employees even if he tried- and he had still tried with everything he had to find his sister.

And then they came for him.

It was hard remembering those times, but Lukas couldn't afford to forget a single minute. That voice had mentioned their children, and there was nothing Lukas wouldn't do to protect them.

That first horrible "death" destroyed his body completely, discorporating him into pure energy, unable to maintain a human form. For years, Lukas theorized that this attack was the same as what had happened to his sister. They had both lost their bodies and the ability to take form in any realm. He used to fantasize about finding her energy hidden away in a pocket of the universe, and while he couldn't make her back into a reaper, he could at least return her spirit to the afterlife to rejoin their family.

But his discorporation was caused by demons and magic users trying to steal his abilities for themselves. Tyrone Marlowe and Aniku Reeves were only able to touch the edges of the power Lukas commanded and both descended into madness before the ocean wiped them from existence half out of rage for their arrogance, and half out of pity for what they had become.

The murder of the reapers was never solved. It also never happened again. Fingers were pointed, people were accused, but nothing came of it. Lukas was reborn with the help of his parents into his first reincarnation, a man exactly as he was, but with Luke's light brown hair.

By that time, his family was already broken beyond repair. His parents turned against each other in their grief, created a new daughter and then divorced in probably the worst breakup the afterlife had ever seen. His brother, Leander, ran off with his father in law and Lukas spent his days sullenly drinking to forget his pain and having an affair on the wife he'd only married to make Izanami jealous. He dyed his brown hair black to forget that he'd ever reincarnated, that he'd ever been vulnerable. He couldn't stand the sight of his hair or when people mentioned the change. It wasn't something he could simply wave away. It had taken a second reincarnation to learn that trick.

"Dearest? Dearest, I came as quickly as I could. What's happened? Are you alright?"

"Izanami, it's going to happen again. It's all going to happen again. There was this voice and-and it mentioned the twins and t-that monster and I can't lose the twins, promise me that you'll protect them if-if something happens to me again. I was only trying to see if Riley was alive somehow because the mortals were saying-the mortals, they-"

Images overwhelmed Lukas' mind of pain and blood and fear. Of his father finding him lifeless in his office, completely unresponsive. Of horror when he couldn't reenter his body or use his abilities because the monster that he'd conceived with his mistress used their blood connection to funnel his father's powers to themselves.

He had suffered for centuries, preserved in a coffin of glass where his loved ones could visit, thinking him as lost as Riley. They hadn't heard his screams for help without a physical form. They couldn't defeat his son as long as Luke Jr held his powers ransom. Over the long centuries, Lukas had prayed to see his sister again in this form. If he was suffering and presumed dead, then maybe he would find her there, and they could overwhelm Luke and take control back together. Maybe this torment had a purpose, and that purpose was to find his sister.

It took some time, but working with Izanami, Lukas had learned to channel their abilities to regain their original form and could freely switch between the two at will. They'd studied and trained and refined their power in ways Lukas had never realized was possible. They'd stepped up and convinced Izanami to return with them to the ways things had been when they first started governing the universe together, only better. They married. It took years of learning to control every aspect of their form, but Lukas had done it. They carried two embryos inside themselves that carried half of Death’s essence. It had burned every second of the pregnancy as they struggled to wrap their children with enough life energy to counteract their father's genetics. To keep them alive.

But none of that happened. He escaped his living death after saving energy those long years, with no help from his lost sister. He reincarnated sloppily, no assistance from his parents like before, and without maintaining his original features or gender. He became an infant, not an adult, living in an orphanage without his memories in Crystal Cove. Without their memories, that was. They'd never lied to the little demon hybrid, despite their habit of speaking half truths. They grew up as a little girl and went to school and took over a monarchy because they were jealous of the wealth of their country's monarchs. They'd rediscovered their past memories and grieved for their sister all over again while trying to fuse the life experience of a teenage orphan with that of a very flawed god incapable of dying.

They had done the impossible. They survived things that would kill anyone else or drive them into insanity. When they were told no, they did whatever they wanted anyway. They could do anything...except bring back their sister.

"Lukas, listen to me. You're safe. The children are safe. If anyone even touched one hair on the children's heads, both Gee and I would ensure that they wouldn't take another breath. You're strong, too. No one gets in the way of Lukas Lane without serious consequences, not even me." Izanami smiled kindly and brushed his hand through his spouse's hair in an attempt to soothe their worry. "Arterius and the twins have you protecting them too, and you're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

"You never use my name unless something is seriously wrong," Lukas mumbled, fighting back tears and a nauseousness churning in their stomach. "I must be right then. Something terrible is happening and you and Gee must have been told about it."

Izanami chuckled softly and wrapped a comforting arm around his spouse.

"As always, your devious mind is seeing plots where there are none. I came because you called me, just as I will always do for the rest of eternity. I have no problem using your beautiful name, which brings you so much pride, but I also know how dearly you love titles, and I can think of no greater title than being the dearest being to me in all of creation. My equal. My partner. The one I've chased around the universe these many centuries."

Despite their fear, a tiny smile graced Lukas' lips.

"You always know the perfect thing to say. You've gotten suspiciously good at that recently. I half expect to find Gee nearby, feeding you lines from behind a bush."

"Again, you're seeing another scheme without basis," Izanami replied softly. "My son can't say a single word on love without breaking into tears and embarrassing himself. I don't know how he's found so many partners willing to put up with it."

Lukas leaned into the comfort of Izanami's arm and took a shaky breath.

"That's because, Dearest, the mortals all find that endearing. You and I have never been good with flirting like them. What we have is so much more than they could understand."

"And I will never let what happened in the past happen again. That is also what mortals can't seem to understand. If there is a demon bothering you or a magic user with grand ideas to hurt you, they will be dealt with," Izanami vowed.

"I don't think this is a mortal plot," Lukas admitted, snuggling closer to their husband's chest. They were likely visible to palace security, but who among them would be brave enough to interrupt two gods clearly comforting each other? "I think the mortals are the victims here. Names keep circulating and causing fear and anxiety. They're trying to find information on my sister, Alicia, and the others. Some of them are trying to hunt down Atem for reasons they don't even know."

"Atem?"

"He's your grandson, dear. One of Gee's earlier mistakes. He shares your disgust for Gee's...antics. I don't think the two of them have spoken since the Demon Wars."

Izanami still stared blankly at his spouse and Lukas sighed with frustration.

"Never mind. They're looking for an active reaper, which was my point. This is getting out of hand. Some people are even seeing ghosts, Izanami. Ghosts! When has that happened without some kind of disaster happening right after?"

"A disaster like the one that happened recently to the family living here? It's possible, yes, but for a death count that low? Ghosts and prophecies usually forewarn of disasters on a much larger scale."

Lukas smiled, unable to contain their amusement, even when falling apart with anxiety. He knew about the tragedy in Twikkii Island, despite being "retired," and had already started forming an opinion about how bad things could get. It wouldn't surprise them if Izanami had already known about the ghosts too. He was secretly making sure that his son wasn't failing at his job, and that the balance of the world that contained his spouse and kids was intact. He was keeping his promise to them while not seeking any attention for doing so. How typical for him.

"I love you, you secretive idiot," Lukas whispered. They rested their head on his shoulder and felt his strong arms wrap around them. In all the time they'd existed, Lukas had never found another place safer than in the arms of Death. "Tell me we're going to be okay. Tell me that reapers won't start disappearing again. That I-"

"I will never lose you again. Even if it means setting the entire universe ablaze to save you. You have my word."

[plentyquinces]

GOD'S QUESTIONS TO JOB AND HOW WE NEED A LION KING 2 "WE ARE ONE" MOMENT IN SEASON 3

Has anybody talked about the fact that when god talks to Job and lists all these things Job hasn't done and doesn't understand as means of dismissing his questions, she's kind of listing things we've seen Crowley do?

"do you know how I created the earth?"

Of course he does. Even if he wasn't involved in the planning stages of earth, he was there when she created it (IF she created it at all and didn't just let angels do it as she did with the other planets and stars)

"where were you when i layed the foundations of the earth, Job?"

Propably watching. Or being briefed on it.

"were you there when all the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?"

Propably singing with the morning stars or shouting with the angels.

"do you know the rules of the heavens?"

Always did and still does. Heaven is like a bee hive, they never change their passwords, god is not talking to anybody, and they're just as bad as hell.

"Did you set the constellations in the sky?"

He quite literally did.

"Can you send lightning bolts and get them to report back to you?"

WE SAW HIM DO THAT THIS SEASON THIS CANNOT BE A COINCIDENCE!

"Did you give wings to peacocks, Job, or teach the ostrich to run?"

I mean...let's bend the question a bit and just say Crowley gave wings to goats.

AND you know who we witnessed going on and on about how great whales are? CROWLEY!

By asking these questions, god wants to silence Job. she doesn't grant him the right to have questions about how she does things when he can neither comprehend nor has witnessed her power and the beginnings of the world he inhabits. if she names understanding the power to create and bend the elements and being there for the creation of the universe as reqirements for questioning her actions then, if you held her to her word, that would mean that by her own standarts she was wrong for casting Crowley out of heaven. I mean sure, we all kind of already know that, my boy has done nothing wrong in his life but it all kind of drives home the point that by all means there SHOULD have been a suggestion box. the angels helped her create the universe, she seemed to have outsourced an awful lot of jobs that come with creating a universe and she took all the credit.

God is in the wrong. and I think both Crowley and Aziraphale need to understand this.

sure, Crowley kind of knows he's been treated unfairly and he internally wrestles with god but the extend to which his trust has been broken by being cast out has traumatized him and he needs to fully acknowledge the fact that he didn't just get an overly harsh punishment for a mistake he made, he didn't make any mistake at all. I need him to say it. I need to see that he believes it. Thinking that he made an unforgiveable mistake made him internalize the message that he must be evil. all the demons did. its why hell is the ways it is and demons look the way they look. they're still angels in every way but status and name. they're angels who've been told they're so bad that they deserve only to live in the basement and they do evil because they've been branded as such for a crime that shouldn't have been one.

Aziraphale needs to understand that God was wrong for casting Crowley out of heaven. Crowley wasn't wrong to question God. He needs to learn that demons aren't inherently anything (it really bothered me when he said "Even demons aren't that stupid" in S2), they're just fallen and being fallen is not directly linked to a moral failure on their part. It's why I think that he's too misguided to change heaven until he eventually realizes this. Aziraphale still holds heaven in high regard and he has defended and excused heavens actions because while he knows that the angels who run heaven are at times incompetent or corrupt, he still believes in god and that her plan and her decisions must be the epitome of good. he thinks the legitimacy of the dicataorship that is heaven is a question of competency ( a competency he thinks he can provide). Aziraphale needs to understand that there is no such thing as a good dictatorship. the system is broken and he needs to break it. there should neither be a heaven nor a hell. god isn't inherently good. People shouldn't go to heaven or hell for reacting to circumstances that they can't control. Wee Morag shouldn't be in hell for helping a friend trying to save them from starvation. But she might be. And I think S3 is gonna address this.

[astra-galaxie]

Bell Beauty

Biographical information

Full Name: Bell Beauty

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Status: Deceased

Age: 29 (season 3)

Birth: 1986

Race: Human

Cause of Death: Stabbed in the neck

Nationality: American

Origin: Los Angeles, California, USA

Residence: Los Angeles, California, USA

Profession(s): Beauty Influencer

Profile

Height: 5'4" Age: 29 (season 3) Weight: 137lbs Eyes: blue Blood: A-

A beauty on the outside, but a beast on the inside, Bell had wavy long brown hair and sharp blue eyes usually accentuated with makeup. She wore a flowing blue dress, white heels, and a brown jacket. She also had rose-shaped earrings and a matching necklace.

Synopsis

Bell was the victim in Beauty is Dead. She was a beauty influencer with thousands of online fans who followed her makeup and fashion advice. But even though her life revolved around helping to make people beautiful, on the inside, she was rotten to the core.

She had met her killer years prior in beauty school. Bell was jealous of Liv's talent and refused to let someone "uglier" than her be more successful with makeup. So, she devised a devious plan to sabotage Liv's work during the final exam by adding liquid latex to her makeup. But even Bell will admit she had never anticipated Liv's sister, who was the model, to be deathly allergic to latex.

Everyone watched the young woman's face swell like a balloon and later get taken away by paramedics to the nearest hospital. Bell hadn't planned on someone else suffering from her sabotaging, but she was too pleased with Liv failing and dropping out to feel guilty. While Liv and her sister returned to Norway, Bell pursued her career in professional makeup and fashion.

Years later, Bell's friend Ariel invited her on a trip to Norway. Bell saw this as an opportunity to promote herself to a European audience and jumped at the chance to get more fans. Of course, even in another country, she still caused problems like trying to force Ariel to pay for her travel expenses, depriving her cameraman Casey of sleep, being a "Karen" to the barista Morten, and calling Anders a freak for being genderfluid.

But, her past actions toward Liv would be her downfall. Liv never got over what Bell had done to her sister and sought revenge. When Bell visited the Fram Museum, Liz saw this as her chance to avenge her sister and everyone else who Bell had wronged. After giving Bell a banned foundation she was allergic to, Liv followed her until they reached Vigeland Park. During this time, Bell's face began to turn red and swell with hives, but she never realized how bad the reaction was…

Until she saw her reflection in the park fountain's water, Bell was horrified at her appearance and used the fountain water to try and get her makeup off. While she was distracted, Liv snuck up from behind and smashed a rock against her head, knocking Bell out. With Bell incapacitated, Liv stabbed her in the neck with a cuticle pusher and tossed her body into the fountain to bleed out.

Now, the world would remember Bell as a hideous beast who left a trail of ruined lives in her wake. And while her fans mourned the loss of their makeup idol, that would quickly change once they found out about who Bell was behind the camera. Bell's beauty was dead, and neither in life nor death would she ever be beautiful again…

Story Information

First appeared: Beauty is Dead

Trivia

She is a reference to Bell from Beauty and the Beast

The title of the case she appeared in is a play on the phrase "beauty is pain"

Her favourite flower was roses

I was inspired by the old beauty influencers I used to watch for the drama. Seriously, it was sometimes better than TV dramas!

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

[reverend-dog]

Welcome to the Club

The hit would have gone so much easier if Mieko had stuck to script.

She had official clearance, even before the investigation. It would have been dismissed as an inside job, or a hit by a rival family. No honor among thieves, happened all the time.

Gathering the evidence was easy, once Mieko was inside. Unlike many crimelords, Angel Eyes did not cover her enterprises with legitimate-sounding terms. Prostitutes were prostitutes, not ‘girls.’ Drugs were drugs, not ‘product.’ Mieko had hours of recorded conversations which would stand up to any review panel.

Angel Eyes took care with her own security, of course she did. Always traveled with an escort; swept venues before she entered; vetted all contacts before any meeting, and all new employees. The only reason Mieko survived the screening process was that her own family had generations of secrecy and deception at their disposal. And once inside, Angel Eyes’ organization operated on trust. Method, scheduling, and aftermath still needed planning, but Mieko had handled worse.

Did Angel Eyes sell illegal narcotics? Yes. Several local stores offered a variety of drugs from under counters and back rooms. The drugs were never cut, and quantities were limited as strictly as any pharmacy. The vendors also offered literature on addiction recovery and counseling.

Prostitution? Certainly. Any kink could be satisfied, even loli. Employees had to show proof of age of majority. All sessions happened in-house, either walk-in or by appointment. Mandatory health screenings, insurance (including vision and dental), and employment was completely at-will on both sides.

Protection? If you wanted to call it that. Local businesses could opt-in and pay a percentage of profits. In return, they had a private 911 line to call, and patrols swept the neighborhoods on a regular basis. This was the operation that had brought Mieko’s contract, after a patrol faced down some cops who wanted to shake down a smoke shop. Video evidence clearly showed the cops in the wrong, and the incident was kept quiet on both sides. But it was an election year, and neither candidate wanted to risk a scandal. They could not afford the risk that Angel Eyes might release the video.

Then there were the operations that, while not illegal, lacked official licensing. The shelters for homeless and DV survivors; free clinics; even after-school and daycare programs.

So now Mieko sat opposite Angel Eyes in her office, just the two of them. Morgan and Eli accepted their dismissal with reluctance, but trusted their employer’s judgment. Mieko knew they stood just outside, though, ready to bust in at the slightest provocation.

“So,” Angel Eyes gazed at Mieko, “what are you going to do?”

“I want you to know,” Mieko told her, “this is nothing personal. I was hired to do a job.”

“Bullshit,” Angel Eyes scoffed, and offered a gentle smile. “If that were the case, I’d already be dead. I’m flattered, really.” She leaned back in her chair. “Your family has a reputation, and your services don’t come cheap. Yes, I know who you are,” she assured, and Mieko cursed inwardly as her own face betrayed her surprise. “If it’s any consolation, it took a while to figure out. You actually passed all the initial screenings. If you’d taken me out then, you might have gotten away clean.”

“I can still get away,” Mieko argued.

Angel Eyes nodded. “I’m sure you can. Like I said, your family has a reputation.” She leaned forward, and crossed her arms on her desk. “And I know your job probably doesn’t involve any larger considerations. You’re just hired to kill me. But here’s a question. What does that mean?”

Mieko hid her confusion. “It means I end your life.”

“For how long?”

Mieko caught the woman’s implication. “Why?” she challenged. “If you knew what I came here to do, why didn’t you just have me killed? I know you’ve done it before.”

Angel Eyes nodded. “I have. I probably will have to in the future. But killing a gun from a rival gang is one thing.” She pointed at Mieko. “You’re something else. To quote: I’d as soon destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself.” She grinned. “You can have a place with me, if you want. After we dispose of your current obligation.”

“You want me to kill you,” Mieko could scarce believe the words from her own mouth, “long enough for you to be declared clinically dead, then come work for you?”

“And if not,” Angel Eyes amended, “you just walk away. No hard feelings, no strings attached. Now, here’s something else to consider.” She held up her hands for emphasis. “Do you know what will happen to my organization if I die?”

Mieko considered. “I hadn’t thought about it,” she admitted.

“Of course not,” Angel Eyes affirmed. “Why should you? It’s not part of your job. But here’s the answer: nothing. I didn’t build this operation for my own benefit. I built it to fill a need. And assassination aside, I could die any time. Disease, traffic accident, anything. And if the whole thing crashes down without me, what good is it?” She nodded her head. “I’m more like a CEO than a gang boss: important, but replaceable. You’ve met Laurel.”

Laurel was a bright, energetic woman about Mieko’s age, with meticulous locs and a wicked sense of humor. Mieko had taken to her quickly, more than was safe.

“So if the people that hired you think my death means my territory goes up on the block, they’re in for a rude surprise.” Angel Eyes leaned back in her chair again. “So what do you say? Shall we do this thing?”

Mieko struggled to catch up. “I’ll… need to speak with my family,” she hedged.

Angel Eyes nodded. “Of course.” She waved a hand in dismissal. “Go, make the call. If needed, give them my number, we’ll negotiate a contract.”

As Mieko left Angel Eyes’ office, Morgan and Eli smiled at her. Clearly, they had overheard the conversation. “Welcome to the club,” Morgan rumbled.

[allevilsarc]

sender lavishes praise upon the receiver's beauty, enraptured by the fresh blood seeping through the receiver's white dress, shirt, etc. @contrariian

she looks like an angel, all angry and full of righteous fury. it's only in times like this where he seems otherworldly, like there's nothing on earth that could touch him (well, there really isn't, but the metaphor is nice). the blood covers her like a second skin, the copper soaking through the white linen of lucy's dress. still, it's wonderful that murdoc looks at her as if he's never done anything awful in her life.

it's a lie, of course-- they've both done terrible, terrible things. still, if lucy can pretend, perhaps it's easier to fool herself that there's nothing wrong.

he's almost nuzzling into her neck, his hands smearing blood against the leather of his gloves. it's neither of their blood, of course. there'd be something romantic about this if they weren't who they were. lucy's eyes shut for a moment, the corner of her mouth turning up into a pleasant grin. " keep up your praises and i might just have to keep doing this. don't you know i've been trying to be on my best behavior? how naughty of you to encourage this. "

[hellmouth-manor]

of Angels and Devils || Trial 2.2 || Hisashi || RE: Cedric || ATTN: Alou

"Sometimes I dream of the lines on your face."

While listening to Cedric, it would be easy to miss the way Hisashi's gaze has sharpened-- the smile across his face widened-- his tail thrashing faster back and forth behind him--

For once, there is a gleam in his eyes, wild and bright and hungry.

"Each gaunt stretch holds a sorrow I wish I could carry. I am sorry that I must be one of them, but I hope that I might be the line that kisses the corner of your eye, ready to catch the tears that will never fall."

Some may recognize the letter that Hisashi diligently quotes. Those who care more about the privacy of others may not. There is drama to his inflection, care put into each recited word that does not belong to him. Having a memory as good as his has always come in handy.

"Until the next time... ton Alouette fugace."

Hisashi leans forward on his podium, grip tight enough that his claws scratch and dig into its surface.

The character breaks, and he barks out a scratchy laugh.

"Aha! Alouette-- that's a lark. Brown and white, just like that feather. God, you're just so fucking obnoxious!"

He is, of course, staring directly at Alou.

"Cedric is right, of course-- and I think this part is important enough to bear repeating. You're the only person here that Poppy would listen to. It's as simple as that.

"So, which is it, Alou? Did your stupid dog get ahead of itself? Did Wakako catch you by surprise when she didn't just roll over and die for you like a good little girl?"

Hisashi releases his podium, grinning as he lifts his hands up at his sides in an open gesture.

"And honestly, I would have thought Poppy could cleave a head off in one blow! Was the knife dull, or did they just hold her still while you hacked away at her? Oh-- or maybe she brought it herself because she knew better than to trust you after all! Grandfather Death really was a good pick, I must admit."

He laughs again, full and clawing its way from his throat the same way it had done during his own trial. This time, however, there's something a bit more like genuine mirth to it.

"I mean, the symbolism of it all! The book, the hair, the collar-- what a pompous fucking prick! Ah-- but, hey! What else should I expect from the self-righteous, arrogant bastard that would call himself an angel? 

A reference that goes ununderstood by everyone else in the room.

The two stand face to face in an empty department store. Hisashi insists they are both as wrong as the other; Alou rejects the claim wholly, as demons and angels, while neither human, are not the same.

The demon between them now stands vindicated--

And it shows.

"Oh, it must have felt so good this whole time, watching all of your little birds flock to you for comfort every time they needed to cry, didn't it? God-- you're, like, actually so fucking annoying it's unreal, aha! And you know the worst part, Alou? Self-important assholes are a dime a dozen."

He lowers his hands, leaning forward on his podium again. The grin on his face has only gotten worse the more he's spoken.

What he doesn't say aloud is just how much of this is to poke and prod beneath the other's skin. He knows this game. He knows it well.

And he knows that people slip up the most when they're angry.

"Brings to mind a certain Doctor I've heard about with a name like yours. The ironic staging, the surgical precision... But I'm probably not the best suited to talk about that part."

Finally, Hisashi's gaze breaks away from Alou--

Just long enough to glance at Sapphire with a wink. Okay. Thanks. And then it's back to Alou, whom Hisashi regards with a light, cheeky shrug.

"I mean, unless you can think of someone else your darling Coquelicot would plan a murder with~?"

[sylvialovejoy]

An Alternate Ending

Calvin Weir-Fields x reader

(Also, because I’m a whore) Ruby Sparks x reader

Warnings: Pure angst. Angst. More angst. Calvin being very manipulative and having insane amounts of audacity.

A/n: I would die for both Ruby Sparks and Zoe Kazan.

“I would just appreciate it if you would tell me when and where you’re going!” Exasperated, (Y/n) threw the washing she’d just folded down into a drawer before picking up the next piece.

After having been out all evening, Calvin returned- seemingly upset about something which, of course, (Y/n) tried to figure out and help him with, yet he wasn’t too willing to share and ultimately led up to an argument about where it was he’d been and why he was so upset.

Calvin. sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re not my mother I don’t need to fill you in on everything going on in my life! It’s just stuff for work!”

She stopped what she was doing and scoffed, “You should want to, Calvin.” Another item of clothing was angrily discarded, “I spend all night wondering where you are then you return hours later without even telling me where you fucking went! I can’t help but assume the worst...” She mumbled the last part, knowing it would rile him up.

Calvin pushed himself away from the doorframe he was leaning against, “Oh, so now you’re calling me a cheater?”

“No, I just-”

“That’s what you implied. Do you not trust me?”

She was conflicted. On the one hand, she did trust him, but she was also fairly sure something was going on. “I do, Calvin, it’s just- I don’t-” with a groan of frustration, she perched on the end of the bed and buried her head in her hands. It was quite for a moment, neither of them moved. Eventually, Calvin made his way over to sit beside her.

“Come on now, don’t cry.” He wrapped an arm around her and brushed his fingers against her cheek. “I’m not mad at you, don’t worry, I forgive you.”

Although she didn’t think she’d done anything wrong, (Y/n) did feel as though she was blaming him without any concrete evidence. “I promise I trust you, I do.” She insisted, looking up at him. He placed a kiss on her forehead and pulled her into a hug, cradling her head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you can’t help you’re insecurities, but I just want you to know that I’d never hurt you. Not like that.”

Exhausted, she nodded before feeling herself grow tired. Calvin noticed this and helped her into bed, tucking her in and kissing her gently- a hand on her warm cheek, “Goodnight, angel.”

“Goodnight, Calvin.”

—————

It had been a couple of days since the mini argument and (Y/n) was on her way to meet with Ruby. She was well aware of everything that had happened between her and Calvin, even if Ruby wasn’t. They’d ended up in the same book club only round the corner from where she lived and they hit it off right away, as if she hadn’t forgotten anything. While Ruby was with Calvin, (Y/n) grew close with her as she met her through Calvin, who, at the time, she was working on a project with. Calvin was so different now, Ruby had changed him. For better or worse? She wasn’t sure.

It felt weird at first- being friends with a clueless Ruby who had no recollection of her previous relationship with Calvin or friendship with (Y/n). However, (Y/n) took their re-kindling friendship as a sign, they were meant to be friends, fate had decided it. Ruby was a miracle in the first place, her existence unbelievable, but the fact they’d clicked again was something (Y/n) was grateful for everyday. Over the past few months, they’d drifted slightly, purely because of work, maintaining contact once or twice a week or so. But last night, Ruby had called (Y/n) and asked to meet the next morning, claiming she had something she needed to tell her.

(Y/n) would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous, an awful gut feeling sad deep in her stomach. Ruby never spoke like that unless it was something really important, it worried her.

She reached the small cafe they’d agreed to meet at, seeing the red-head already sat with a coffee in front of her.

“Hey.” (Y/n) greeted with a smile, giving Ruby a hug before sitting down. The woman across from her held a somewhat sad look on her face, “What did you need to talk to me about?” Asked (Y/n).

It took a moment for Ruby to find the right words. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Now (Y/n) was really worried. She grabbed Ruby’s hand from across the small, black table, “I could never be.”

Ruby took a deep breath before speaking.

“For the past few weeks, I’ve been seeing Calvin. I know you’ve only been broken up for a month and I hate what I did because I really would hate to lose you. You’re my best friend and I love you, so, so much, but I was feeling so bad about myself and he was just there and I-” Ruby, clearly distressed, pushed her hair out her face and tried to sniff away the tears beginning to build up, “I broke it off a few days ago. I know that doesn’t make it okay and I know I broke ‘girl code’ or whatever but I really am sorry. It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna be friends or if you don’t accept my apology, I get it. I just needed to tell you.” She took a deep breath, clearly relieved to get it off of her chest.

(Y/n) just stared. She felt empty. She was fucking right. She knew something was up with him she fucking knew it. And now she had her answer. That’s why he was so upset when he came home- Ruby had ended it. She was numb.

“He said we broke up?” Her voice was soft, broken, hopeless, accompanied with gently furrowed brows as her grip on Ruby’s hand loosened- deflated.

Ruby’s head shot up, “You aren’t?”

Looking down at the table, (Y/n) gently shook her head before leaning back in her chair and biting the inside of her cheek as she felt tears well up. She should have known. She’d never been good enough for him, it was going to happen sooner or later.

“Oh, my God. I am so sorry, (N/n), I had no idea.” Ruby had now taken both of (Y/n)’s hands in her own and was rubbing her thumbs over her knuckles. (Y/n)’s eyes looked up into Ruby’s. She was so perfect, quite literally the girl of Calvin’s dreams, she couldn’t blame him for picking Ruby over her.

Again, in a whisper, “It’s okay, Ruby.”

“No.” Defied the red-head, “It’s not.” She stood up as (Y/n) watched her in confusion. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” She took (Y/n)’s hand in her own again, surprisingly gently despite the anger clearly rising in her. Against her will, (Y/n) was dragged up out of her seat as they made their way down the street, towards Calvin’s house.

“Ruby, please, it’s okay-”

“No.”

They reached the door as Ruby knocked with so much aggression that (Y/n) thought the door would break down all together. Seconds later, Calvin opened it with a worried look, wondering who was so adamant to see him. At the sight of the two women- (Y/n)’s tear stained face and weary eyes paired with Ruby’s indistinguishable fury, his eyes widened and a sense of dread washed over him. “(Y/n), please I-”

“Shut up!” Snapped Ruby. “You have wasted the best thing that has ever happened to you and for what? You thought it was okay to lie to both of us? Manipulate us?” He pushed his chest with her finger as she stepped through the door, her other hand still in (Y/n)’s who was now stood behind her, watching the scene unfold.

“Ruby-”

“Yes, I fucked up too. But you- you have fucked up big time. You’ve lost the most intelligent, beautiful, funny, and kind girl you and I will ever meet. You manipulated her when you should have loved her, you will never be this lucky again. I felt honoured you’d even paid attention to me after you ‘broke up’ because I felt like I was nothing compared to her. Do you know how fucked up that is?” Ruby was now shaking with anger, she didn’t understand how he could hurt someone so loving and gentle.

(Y/n) was in shock. Did Ruby really feel this way? They both felt like ‘the other woman’ which, in truth, they were. Both had spent nights crying themselves to sleep over how perfect the other was, how much more lucky Calvin was to have the other love him.

Calvin’s eyes flittered between the two of them, he had no idea what to do or say. He loved the idea of Ruby, he loved how he could control her, she was his. Yet, as he stood here face to face with both of them, he realised the difference; he was in love with (Y/n), he was hers, but this realisation hit him too late. He’d lost her.

He was silent as he thought, prompting Ruby to scoff and send him a glare before leaving, (Y/n) still in her hold. As they left, (Y/n) looked back at Calvin one last time before disappearing around the corner and he swore the look on her face broke him. He knew he’d ruined it for himself- his own selfish impulses taking over. All he wanted was for her to be happy. But there was nothing he could do. Well, there was one thing.

He hurriedly made his way up the stairs and into his office, sitting down at his desk and pulling out the typewriter he swore he’d never use again. It felt wrong, but right. He wanted her- needed her- to be happy, to make sure she got the love he couldn’t give her but she so, so, deserved.

His fingers ghosted over the keys, the selfish side of him beginning to rise- wanting to chase her down the street, rip her from Ruby’s protection and keep her all to himself, but he fought through and wrote the final line- the final ending.

And as the two of them left the house, a sudden wave of fulfilment washed over them. Harboured feelings came to light and everything seemed right- like two missing puzzle pieces clicking together. Both of them deserved the purest form of love, to be cherished and appreciated. It was in this moment that they realised something that would shape their lives forever, cure their woes and fill them with the deepest feelings of adoration. Ruby loved (Y/n). And (Y/n) loved her, too. Calvin was forgotten and they were happy.

[drewstarkey]

blushed - r.c 🌅

- in which you finally made the move on your forever crush -

rafe + y/n

2.3k of mutual pining, tension and nervous looks

mentions of alcohol, kissing

a/n: aaaah i wrote something for the first time in ages. it is kind of slow burn for as far as that's possible for a 2.3k blurb ahaha anyways. i was inspired by this scene from skam (starting at 12:18) so if you want to watch that i highly encourage you to do so!! i also want to thank @marveloussensations for helping me out when i got stuck <333 she is an angel.

Rafe has had the biggest crush on you for ages, and you have had the biggest crush on him for ages. Yet you two have never made a move. Your friends are getting tired of the flirty remarks and tension shared between the two of you.

“Hello to you too Y/N” he smiled, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You know you can just take a picture, it’ll last longer”.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh come here, Rafe, don’t act like you didn’t miss me!” Once you hugged him you whispered in his ear “I saw the drunk dm’s on insta before you unsent them”.

His cheeks flushed pink, something you missed seeing so much. “So can we get some drinks?” Kelce asked. “Yeah, It’s getting hot out here” Topper said while looking at you and Rafe. Now it was your turn to blush. Fuck. Okay focus, this crush was over. You are not crushing on Rafe fucking Cameron anymore. Something that’s easier said than done. You gave them the drinks, and Rafe vaguely mentioned something about a party but before you could ask what he said other people on the course were calling you over.

Once you clocked out, and checked your phone you saw a message from Kelce.

Once you clocked out, and checked your phone you saw a message from Kelce.

party at rafe’s tomorrow - 19:21

pls come i will not survive without you 🥺 - 19:21

neither will rafe actually - 19:22

Parties at Tannyhill were always eventful to say the least. You texted back that you’ll think about it, knowing you will most definitely be there.

The next day your high school best friend Florence, or as everyone calls her, Flossie came over to get ready with you. The smell of make up, perfume and a dyson airwrap fill the room. Several pieces of clothing lay on the ground.

“God, I feel like I’m 16 again, getting ready for a party at Tannyhill” Flossie said while deciding between two dresses. You sat on the bed doing your hair and sighed deeply, “tell me about it”.

Flossie turned around and gave you a questioning look “what’s wrong?”. Sometimes you hated that she knew you so well.

“I mean just the whole-” you started.

Flossie gasped, “oh my god, don’t tell me you are still into him”.

You looked up at her, opening your mouth to start defending yourself before you were cut off once again.

“Stop, don’t even try to act like that’s not true” she laughed, “Jesus christ you know he’s actually into you too right? like I have literally never seen that man blush for someone else."

You smiled. Flossie was right, you knew that. This thing between you and Rafe has been going on for as long as you can remember.

“I just really don’t wanna mess up the friendship between us” you said. Once again your friend laughed “Friends don’t flirt the way you two do.”

“Whatever, just shut up and help me choose a top” you said while holding up two different ones. “Definitely the green one” Flossie smiled, she knew it was one of Rafe’s favourites.

When you were walking to the party you were happy that you went for platform loafers instead of heels. One, because you saw Flossie struggling and two because it was actually quite a cold summer evening.

You could hear the faint sound of deep bass music in the distances and the closer you got, the stronger the smell of alcohol became.

Flossie opened the familiar fence door you have walked through too many times. You were immediately welcomed by Kelce who already had a drink for the both of you in his hands. You thanked him while scanning the area. You recognized so many people you hadn’t seen in ages. Nick from math class, Sophia from art, Lucas from track.

And Rafe. Next to the beer pong table, with Allison of course. Some things never fucking change. “Hey Kelce, didn’t you say he won’t survive without me?” You got Kelce’s attention as he looked over to where you were looking. “He looks perfectly fine, if you ask me” and as you said this Allison leaned into Rafe even more. “Oh, that. That’s because he doesn’t even know you’re here yet” You downed your drink, feeling far too sober for all this.

“Okay Y/N, fuck this, let’s have some fun” Kelce grapped your arm and dragged you over towards the beer pong table. This dragging resulted you to bump into Logan. “Oh hi Y/N, long time no see” he smiled looking you up and down, “College looks good on you”.

Logan was the guy you would occasionally hook up with at parties, to forget about a certain someone. He looked good, you weren’t gonna lie. Still got the wavy brown hair and puppy eye look to him. You remembered him taller.

You laughed, “Great seeing you here too”. Kelce rolled his eyes and muttered something about you and Rafe being pathetic while leaving you with Logan.

“I actually…” you vaguely gestured to the beer pong area. “Perfect, I was looking of a pong partner” he said. Fuck it, you thought thinking of the interaction between Allison and Rafe.

Before he lead you the way, he brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a kiss, making you slap him on the chest playfully. You literally felt like you time traveled to your senior year of high school.

What you didn’t see was that Rafe saw the whole thing happening. Annoyance all over his face he pulled the girl next to him closer.

When he sees you and Logan setting up the game he wastes no time in dragging Allison over to the table.

“Looking for some opponents, Y/N?” The familiar voice made your heart skip a beat. You look up to lock eyes with the one and only Rafe Cameron. This crush was far from over.

“Always, it's not like you can beat us anyways” you cocked your head to the side. “Shouldn’t be too hard this time with your poor choice of a partner” He said, immediately blushing.

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide a smile. “I think he makes a great partner actually”. Now it was Rafe’s turn to roll his eyes.

Rafe and Allison were in the lead.

“Y/N, your top is distracting me from the cups” Rafe argued while adjusting his hat. “Good.” you said while throwing the ping pong ball with shaky hands and therefor missing the cup.

“Elbow!! Shut up Rafe, that was literally over the line” You walked over, a wave of your perfume hitting him, and adjusted his arm noticing the way he tensed his jaw and his cheeks turned pink. Your cold hands against his burning skin. “Keep it like this” You said looking up at him. He just stared at you.

The game went on like that for a while.

“Fuck off, how are you so good at this” you said while giving yet another cup to Logan. “Oh Y/N, I’m good at many things you don’t know about yet”. The alcohol was definitely getting to the both of you but still, neither of you broke the tension.

During all this Allison and Logan shared knowing looks, they've known since forever what they got involved in.

In the end, against all odds, you and Logan won. You cheered and pulled him in a tight hug, him giving you a peck on the cheek. "Congrats Y/N" Rafe said downing the last cup of beer and walking away.

Now that the game was over and you felt some alcohol coursing through your veins you told Logan you were gonna check on Flossie inside.

Making your way through the crowded hallway to the kitchen, pushing the occasional person out of the way. You knew your friends would be hanging out in there. You saw Rafe and Kelce in a somewhat heated discussion. Right next to them Topper and Flossie are making some kind of new cocktail recipe.

"So I told you just fucking ask Y/-, Kelce paused mid sentence, "Y/N, hey we were just wondering where you were." You greeted them, feeling a bit of awkward tension hanging in the air. Rafe's lips parted as if he was going to say something but before he got the chance Flossie suddenly announced "Let's do shots" while Logan, who appeared next to her, held a bottle of vodka. Kelce and Logan immediately taking theirs, Topper handed you two shots, one to give to Rafe. Flossie and Topper took the shot while linking their arms together. That inspired you.

You looked at Rafe, back to them and to Rafe again raising your eyebrows. Your fingers brushing against each other when you handed him the shot. He saw what Flossie and Topper did, raised his eyebrows while smirking and you intertwined your arms, stepping closer to each other. His cologne being the only thing you could smell. Looking at his blue eyes one last time before taking the shot. When detangling your arms, Rafes lips parted again but before he could say something Allison showed up out of no where dragging him to the dance floor, him leaving you nothing but an apologetic look.

Disappointment filling your body, you heard a "Looking for me?". Logan smiled hugging you from behind. It's like he knew. You took his hand this time and pulled him to the dancefloor.

-

Call your girlfriend by Robyn was playing. Moving in sync to the beat of the music, Logan and you got closer and closer until there was barely any space left. Trying to forget how badly you wanted him to be Rafe. Inches away from making out. In the corner of your eye you saw Rafe dancing closely with Allison, stealing glances at you. Logan's hands around your waist, your nose touching his. Trying to forget Rafe's blushed cheeks. The beat dropped, your hands in Logans neck, his lips on yours. Eyes closed. Trying to forget the tension felt during beer pong. Hands roaming your body, you pulling his hair. Trying to ignore Rafe's eyes burning in your back.

You couldn't ignore it.

With nothing but alcohol induced confidence running through your veins, you opened your eyes, looking straight at Rafe. His jaw slacked, forgetting all about the kiss with Allison. It felt like time slowed down. You swear you saw his cheeks burn crimson. She tried to continue the kiss, but he has completely lost focus. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Rafe closed his eyes and mouthed fuck.

Fuck indeed. You had no idea what possessed you to do that or what to do now. You kept dancing with Logan, Rafe kept dancing with Allison. Maybe if you both acted like nothing happened, nothing happened.

-

The party was coming to an end, most people had left at this point. You had said goodbye to Kelce, Flossie went home with Topper, which was truly unexpected. The sun was rising but you couldn't leave yet. Not without even having a proper conversation with him.

The sound of empty beer cans and movement of glass bottles was coming out of the kitchen. Footsteps on the sticky floor. You moved closer to the sound. Rafe was stood in the kitchen cleaning up, his back to you. The first sun light coming through the window. It was different to see him in the early summer sun after the dimly lit party. You observed for a bit. He was wearing a yellow coloured Ralph Lauren polo you recognised from his instagram. The hat he had been wearing earlier discarded on the kitchen counter. His usually gelled back hair was exchanged for a messier version.

"Hey Rafe" you startled him. "Jesus, can you move any quieter?". You walked towards him and emptied a few cans of opened beer in to the sink. "Why are you still here, it's literally 5 in the morning?" he asked confusion written on his face. “Couldn’t leave without talking to my favorite beer pong opponent.” You said, looking down. Rafe laughed, “Still your favourite? Didn't meet a better one in college?” You looked up at him. Close enough to see the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose. His hair golden as the pale morning sun hit him from behind. The cool blue eyes in stark contrast with his ever rosy cheeks. “Still my favourite.” You smiled. He looked down at you, tensed jaw, hand running through his hair in an pathetic attempt to put the loose strands back in place. “Good, I was getting worried I had to find a new favourite.” He dropped the empty can of beer in the sink, the sound harsh against the quiet room. "I won't ever find a new favourite." He almost whispered. You stepped closer.

Once again time moved in slow motion. You leaning in, him stepping closer. Tension so thick you could feel it from miles away. You pulling him even closer by the belt loops on his pants. A faint gasp leaving Rafe's lips. Bodies touching. Him playing with your fingers. The smell of his cologne. The sunrise coloured the room golden. Nervous eyes, blushed cheeks. Him looking at your lips. "Are you sure?" barely a whisper left his mouth.

And the tension dropped. It was as if the two of you melted together.

Your lips touched his.

tagging some mutuals/blogs i love <3 @proactivetypeofperson @bigdrewenergy @stfukie @pogueslandia @lurkymurker @barrysjumpsuit @mentalpolaroids

[folklorelise]

Captain’s girlfriend being the Mom of the survey corps

You are Levi’s girlfriend, and you LOVE taking care of these kids.

  - Background story

As a kid, you grew up next to Levi and his mother’s door. Your mothers knew each other since they used to work together. You and Levi very soon became inseparable. You would always play together during daytime; you would sleep together too because neither of you wanted to leave each other. You mother died when you were four, and very soon after that a farmer came and took you in. You tried to resist because you wanted to stay with Levi but the military police intervened. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to Levi and you were gone. Levi did not understand why from one day to another, you just disappeared. He asked his mom where you were, but she had no idea too.

”Is it because she doesn’t love me anymore?” Levi wondered.

”I’m sure she loves you, don’t worry about that my angel.” Kuchel reassured him while hugging him.

On your side, the farmer told you that he was your father. Your mother had succeeded, somehow, to send him a letter telling him how she knew she was sick. As a dying wish, she asked him to come and take care of you.

”I want to go back! I have a friend there and I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

”I’m sorry but the Underground is dangerous. You’re much safer here in wall Sina.”

Since then, you lived with your father helping him with the farms. Your father’s farm helped feeding the three military branches, so it was important to work hard. At the age of eighteen, it was time for you to choose a career. Younger, you thought about joining the training corps, but you father was against it, so you continued studying and finally began training as a nurse. You worked with Doctor Yeager a lot and once your trainings were completed, you decided to join the survey corps as nurse to help. You were twenty-one when that happened.

Your first friend was Hange. They would come into the infirmary very often due to their experiments. It was the only friendship you made since you arrived - you didn’t know how to make friends but Hange was very sociable, so they introduced you to Erwin and Mike. One day, you were eating with Hange in your office and you were talking about the latest news.

”Erwin just brought in three recruits!”

”Is that even allowed?” you asked surprised.

”Apparently. They were all against it because they’re from the underground. But I’ve seen them in action, and they are amazing. Even more because they had no training. You have to see them in action, because one of them, Levi, is truly a titan slayer god.” Hange blabbered.

”Levi?” you wondered, could it be your Levi? It has been a very long time, but he was only friend when you were a kid. Was he still alive? If so, did he change? Surprisingly, you still looked a lot like when you were a kid (according to your father).

”Yeah that’s his name, and his friends are here too — Isabel and Furlan. They are probably training right now if you want to meet them.”

”Why not!”

You finished your meal and went to the training grounds.

”FLAGON! Hi!” Hange screamed.

”Hange and my favourite nurse!” Flagon smiled, ”If you are here to meet my new members, they are killing titans.”

”Y/N come, let’s find them!”

Hange took your arm and run through the trees and once you spotted them, you stopped. They were good. One of them turned their head to where you and Hange were and for a second, you two made eye contact. He froze for a second but quickly continued to kill fake titans.

”Are you okay?” Hange asked you worried. ”You look like you’ve seen a titan.”

”No, I’m good but I have to go, I just remembered how I had some paperwork to do. Hm I’ll see you later!” you explained before running away.

Once the three of them were done training, they met Hange and Flagon again.

”Who was that girl?” Levi asked abruptly.

”Why do you care?” Flagon answered.

”Just tell me.” Levi urged clenching his teeth.

”That was our nurse.” Hange responded to avoid more conflict between the two of them.

”I want her name!” Levi growled exasperated.

”It’s Y/N, why?”

Levi didn’t answer Hange and just left rapidly. Isabel and Furlan were just as confused as the two squad leaders. You lock yourself in your office, panting a little because you ran to there. Levi knew where the infirmary was so he just knocks on your office’s door. He tried to open the door when you did not answer but it was locked.

”You’re a nurse, you can’t ignore your patients!” Levi yelled. ”Open the door now! Y/N!”

You unlocked the door and opened it slowly. You were scared to look at him so you’re eyes were fixed on his shoes. He gently pushed you inside so you would both have privacy. After a minute or two of silence, Levi suddenly took you in his arms.

”I thought that you were dead,” Levi mumbled, ”when you didn’t came that day, I thought that I’d never see you again.”

”I’m sorry,” you said hugging him back, ”a man came in when my mom died and he said that he was my father and since then, he took care of me. What about you? What are doing here? How’s your mom?” you asked softly.

”Erwin took us in,” Levi revealed briefly, ”and my mom died a few days after you were gone.”

”Oh... I’m so sorry about that.” you said looking at him.

”I’m glad you’re here.”

Since that day, you two spent all your free time together. Very soon enough, you met Levi’s friends. You loved spending time with them, and everything was fine. Until that expedition, where both Furlan and Isabel died. You tried your best to be there for Levi but it was difficult between all the amount of work you had to do after each expedition. So, at night, you would sneak into his room that he used to share with Furlan, but now it was just him. Levi was on his bed, curled up on himself. You would just lay beside him, with your arms around him. You were sleeping together just like you used to when you were kids. Since that day, Levi never let you go back to your old bed.

  - First meeting with the 104th cadets

As head of the medical team, you volunteered to do rounds at the training headquarters because some of the kids were incredibly clumsy. It was the first week of training and you would constantly be visited by Eren. That kid was way too into trainings and wouldn’t mind hurting himself.

”Eren you should really calm down a little bit on the trainings.”

”No! I have to become a survey corps soldier so I can defeat ALL THE TITANS!” Eren screamed determined. Mikasa behind who just grab Eren and forced him to sit on his chair so you could stitch him up.

  —————

  The next kid that you would often see was Armin. He was constantly cold during winter and you would order him to rest instead of training. He would have to stay with you because otherwise, he would continue training because he was determined to pass his evaluations.

”If I rest too long, I’ll forget everything!” Armin tried to explain.

”I don’t want you to get hurt if you work out while being sick like this. You would have to wear so many layers of clothes that you couldn’t even put your ODM gear on.”

Once, you had to come urgently because Armin got extremely sick during winter. And he requested to have you here because apparently, sick Armin is really picky. You couldn’t refuse of course. You took the medicine you had for a cold and some extra blankets because you knew there was not any at the training corps and left. Armin was curled up on himself with his winter coat as well as Mikasa’s on top him.

”Armin, hey, I’m here.” you woke him up gently by sitting next to him.

”My head...” Armin whimpered.

”I know, I asked another nurse to boil some water and. It’s going to get better,” you reassured him, ”here’s some extra blankets I took for you.” you showed him the two blankets and put them on him and took off the coats.

After a few days of intense care from you, Armin started to feel better already. But never enough for him to go back training and once you heard him talking with Eren and Mikasa.

”If I’m better now she’s going to leave and that means no more bedtime stories or anything!”

That night you told him that you had to leave because the survey corps had an expedition, he next morning.

”But you’re not a survey corps soldier.” Armin said confused.

”But I am the nurse assigned for the expeditions.”

”What? But isn’t that too dangerous?”

”I had a lot of training believe me, and I have been doing that for five years now so I think I’m good. But thank you for worrying about me.” you laughed softly. ”I’ll be back in a few weeks alright?”

Armin only nodded and fell back to sleep.

  —————

  Reiner would constantly come for minor injuries or fake ones just because he liked hanging out in the infirmary. Reiner was too adorable for you to send him away. Bertolt would very often be with Reiner, and he would too often apologise for Reiner behaviour.

”I know you must be very busy, We shouldn’t bother you any longer.” Bertolt would blabber.

”Not at all! You kids are too adorable and nice for me to throw you outside.” you reassured them which would always lead to you giving them a hug after. You would remember the first time you hugged Reiner, he back up so brutally that it just confused you.

”What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?” you asked worried.

”No! I-I was just... surprised.”

”Well get used to that then.” you joked before hugging him again.

  —————

  You remember once Jean broke his arm so he couldn’t eat by himself and you had to feed him his soup and bread. Jean was sitting with his friend, but he couldn’t go and grab his food and earlier you had told him to wait for you. Five minutes after, you appeared next to him with his soup and bread and fruit.

”Thanks Y/N but I think I can eat by myself.” Jean said with a grin. You didn’t leave and instead just watched him struggle with his left arm. He would spill half of his spoon on the table but he didn’t ask for help. You took the spoon out of his hand and took a spoonful of soup and blow on it so it wouldn’t be too hot. You put your hand under the spoon and expected Jean to eat the food without protest but that didn’t happen.

”Jean, just eat the food.”

”No! I-”

”Open your mouth before I make you.” you ordered with a firm voice.

Everyone was surprised by your tone since you were always so calm and patient. Jean stopped protestant and ate his food. Once you were done you cleaned his plates and went back to your office without another word. Just before you were ready to go back to the survey corps headquarters, your door opened on Jean.

”Shouldn’t you be sleeping at this hour?” you asked softly.

”I...” he hesitated while blushing a little, ”I’m sorry about earlier. You just — you were just helping me, and I was... a jerk...”

”Jean, it’s fine.”

”You promise?”

”I promise, don’t worry. Now go back to bed, I have to leave soon.”

”When are you coming back?”

”Very soon, so until then, ask Marco to help you eat.”

    - The night of the ceremony

Erwin was delivering his prepared speech, that he had practiced on you and Levi a least a thousand times. You would listen to him attentively in front of the crow. And in the end, only a bunch of them stayed. You would of course see Eren, Armin and Mikasa together. You greeted them and everyone else. You saw Jean sitting alone — you were surprised to see him here since you thought that he would join the MP. Your approached him and sat next to him.

”Are you okay? Where’s Marco?” you wondered.

”Marco’s dead.”

You didn’t say anything and just took Jean in your arms. He rested his head on you shoulder and cried a little.

    - Jean can sleep after Marco’s death

You were in Levi’s office, doing paperwork with him as usual.

”You love these kids too much.” Levi stated.

”What? I like them a little.”

”Oh please. You spent all your free during these last three years with them.”

”It’s my job to take care of them.” you laughed.

”They weren’t even that badly injured.”

”Aw, were you jealous? You just have to tell me and I’m all yours.” you teased him.

”You already are.” Levi expressed with a smirk.

”Oh, I’m out of tea, I’ll be right back.” you warned Levi before leaving, but not before a kiss to your boyfriend.

You walked to the kitchen with your two cups and boiled some water. You poured some water in your cups and left the kitchen which leads to the mess hall. A small figure was sitting alone at the back. You walked closer to that person and quickly noticed Jean.

”Can’t sleep?” you asked softly.

”Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing Marco’s half body just lying there... alone.”

”I know it’s hard, especially because you just spent three entire years with him.” you sat next to him, ”but you need to rest. You are part of the survey corps now and it’s a lot of work.”

”I can’t fall asleep...”

”Go back to bed and I’ll be there, I just have to take these,” you showed the cups of tea, ”to someone and I’ll be there okay?”

He nodded and left. You ran to Levi’s office and told him what happened.

”You love these kids too much.” Levi repeated.

”I’m sorry, it’s just...”

”Y/N, it’s fine,’ Levi reassured you smiling, ”plus, I know how that Jean boy is your favourite so just go but come back to bed with me!” Levi screamed as you ran out of his office as soon as he said it was fine.

Once in front of Jean’s bedroom that he shared with Connie, you opened the door gently. Connie was sleeping on the top of the bunk bed. Jean was sitting on his bed waiting for you. You sat next to him and took off your shoes.

”I once managed to get a guy who would only sleeps three hours top every night to have a better schedule of sleep. So, I think I can get you to sleep.” you told Jean.

Jean had his head on your lap, and you sat against the wall. You started to tell one of the stories your dad used to tell you when you couldn’t sleep. While doing that, you would of course play with his hair because according to Levi ”that sh!t’s amazing to help me sleep so do it”. Soon after Jean fall asleep. You wanted to leave but he had his arms around you too tight. After an hour of waiting, Levi opened the door with a confused expression.

”What are you still doing here?” Levi asked quietly.

”Jean isn’t letting me go.” you showed his arms around you.

”I’m going to kill that boy tomorrow when training!” Levi yelled softly.

Levi then helped you get out of Jean’s arms. You kissed his forehead before leaving him sleep.

”I’m never going to say this enough but you love these kids too much.”

”I do.” you confessed.

”You shouldn’t.”

”I know, they are strange-”

”No. I’m saying this because if they end up dying in the next few expeditions, you’ll never get over it. And I don’t like seeing you all sad.” he explained.

”I knoow, but I can’t help it if they are all so adorable!”

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Can I request some Dream with y11, a8 and a10...?

Author's note- This was based on a dream I had with yandere dream, and as always, sleepy bois inc family is canon in this story, and Y/N is the second youngest, older than Tommy but younger than the twins Techno and Wilbur. Also, Mumza is in here, I don't see her in a lot of fanfics that included the SBI family dynamic.

Author's note 2- The first half of this fic is mainly SBI fluff, then the rest will be Dream x Reader

Author's note- this isn't the best but I tried, wasn't in the best mind space when I wrote this.

Warnings- Implied Abuse, Kidnapping, Gaslighting (?)

Yandere Dream x Reader

Y/N banged on Techno's door, their legs being close to giving up due to exhaustion. Techno yawned as his walked towards the door with an axe in hand, his hair covering most of his face, it was around 2 AM when Y/N knocked on his door. Techno opened the door and saw Y/N looking at him with despair, wearing nothing but a T-shirt that wasn't their's, and they had a black eye.

"Y/N?" Techno asked, since he hasn't seen his little sibling in years.

"Techno... Let me in, please..." Y/N said, barely being able to speak before they collapsed, and everything going black.

The next morning...

Y/N woke up in their old bedroom, the entire room looking like it hasn't been touched in years. Touching their face, they felt bandages covering their left eye. Tommy walked into the room holding a plate of pancakes and bacon. Looking up, Tommy almost dropped it the moment he saw Y/N.

"Y-Y/N..." Tommy said.

"Hey Tommy..." Y/N said, giving him a sad smile.

Tommy ran toward Y/N and knocked them over, hugging them as he cried.

"We thought you were dead! After you didn't show up after you went hunting, we looked every where and we couldn't find you. I thought you..."

Y/N hugged Tommy back and rubbed his back. Tommy pulled back and rubbed his tears away.

"Where were you?"

Y/N looked at the ground and shook their head, implying they didn't want to talk about it. Tommy just nodded before standing up.

"Come down stairs once your done," Tommy said, before closing the door.

Y/N picked up their plate, looking down at it, waiting for something to happen. The words that Dream said kept replaying in their head.

"Ugh, you're getting fat again, you know what, no food for the next 2 weeks, got it?"

Y/N hands shook as they backed away from the food. Y/N gripped Dream's shirt as they held back tears. Y/N just grabbed a piece of bacon and ate it with their eyes closed. When they realised how good it was, they ate more and more until their plate was clean.

Y/N got up and walked down stairs, Wilbur lying down on the couch while he listened to Tommy rant about Ranboo and Tubbo, Techno was no where to be seen, and Phil was doing the dishes in another room. Wilbur glanced at you before walking up to you and hugging you.

"I thought Techno was fucking with me when he told me you were back, but you really are!"

"Heh, yeah," Y/N said, hugging Wilbur back.

"Where's Dadza?" (They call Phil Dadza instead of dad)

"In the kitchen," Tommy said, taking Wilbur's spot on the couch.

Y/N left as Wilbur began pulling Tommy off the couch.

"HEY STOP IT MAN!"

"GET OFF THE FUCKING COUCH TOMMY!"

Y/N giggled as they entered the kitchen, chat was annoying Phil as he did the dishes. Phil saw the crows fly towards Y/N and started to fly around them. Y/N giggled as they let two crows on their shoulders.

"Hey Dadza," Y/N said, hugging Phil who hugged them back.

"My God, you look so... different, not like it's a bad thing of course but, where the hell were you, if you were going on vacation you should of told us," Phil said, rubbing Y/N's hair.

Y/N just giggled as the crows kept flying around them.

"Yeah I know. Hey, where's Mumza? If she here right now or is she working?" Y/N asked.

"Uhhhh, I think she's in the forest outside."

Y/N waved goodbye as they left, the crows flying after them.

"Finally those things leave me alone..." Phil sighed in relief.

Y/N walked in the forest while the crows flew behind them, and they stopped when they saw a familiar hat.

"Mumza?"

Kristen looked down behind her and saw a familiar figure. Shrinking down so she wasn't above the trees, she saw a familiar face.

"Y/N..." Kristen said as she walked towards them and placed a hand on their cheek as she covered her mouth, hiding her smile.

"Hey Mumza..."

Kristen began to cry tears of joy as she hugged them.

"I knew you weren't dead, when I checked the limbos and the train station you weren't in neither of them," She said, backing away.

"Oh my, what happen to your face?"

"I don't really remember," Y/N lied.

"Y/N, you know it's wrong to lie to your mother."

Y/N giggled as their mother gave them a stern look.

"I don't really want to talk about it, it's a long story."

"Ok sweetie, now stay safe, I don't want you going missing again, we were worried sick that something happened to you."

"I know, Dadza told me."

Mumza just shook her head with a smile before kissing them on the cheek, like she did when they were very young. Kristen waved goodbye before disappearing into black dust. Chat flew back to Phil's house, leaving Y/N all alone in the woods. Y/N just sat under a tree as they listen to the nature sounds. A fox walked by and slept next to them, bringing Y/N some joy.

Fast forward to night...

Tommy opened Y/N's door in at panic before closing it behind him. Y/N was on their bed reading when the teen came in.

"Tommy, what the hell are you doing here?"

"TOMMY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"I may have stolen Will's guitar..."

"That doesn't sound that bad."

"And I may have broke it..." Tommy said, revealing a broken guitar from behind his back.

Y/N burst out into laughter, holding back tears as they laughed.

"You're so fucked!"

After Y/N said that Wilbur burst through the door, knocking Tommy over.

"Shit!" Tommy said, crawling under the bed.

"Get out from their you fucking gremlin," Wilbur said, trying to get tommy.

Techno walked by and just stood at the door way watching the commotion.

"Techno! Can you help me out?"

"Eh, looks like a you problem."

Wilbur groaned as he grabbed Tommy's leg, and once he did he pulled him out from under the bed. Y/N looked at Techno and just shrugged as he showed confusion. Wilbur picked Tommy up, opened the window, and threw Tommy out from it.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Tommy yelled as he prepared himself as he fell.

But the ground never came, but instead felt himself get picked up. Looking up, he saw Kristen with a pissed off face.

"Willbur, what did I saw about throwing Tommy outside of windows!"

"Oooo, Will's getting yelled at by Mumza," Techno mocked, snickering.

"Oh shut up," Wilbur told Techno.

Kristen placed Tommy back inside of the house as she picked Wilbur up and scolded him.

"A 23 year old man getting scolded by his own mother, tsk tsk tsk," Tommy said, shaking his head in a disapproving manner.

"Now, I don't want to see anymore fighting or throwing each other out of windows or breaking each others things, am I making myself clear?"

"Yes Mumza," Wilbur and Tommy said, sighing in defeat.

Kristen nodded before Disappearing into black dust.

"Your getting me a new guitar Tommy," Wilbur said.

"Fine, asshole," Tommy said as he left.

Techno and Will left, leaving Y/N alone. Picking up their book, they noticed that, all the words on the pages were gone. Scrolling through the book, the only thing their was a smiley face. Y/N looked around confused before closing the book.

"He's gone Y/N, your free, don't let your imagination ruin it," Y/N said, putting the book in their drawers.

Later that night...

Y/N slowly opened their eyes and saw a too familiar face staring at them. Before they can screen, Dream covered their mouth and placed a finger over his mouth, silently telling them to hush up. Dream had a sinister smile on his face, he didn't have his mask on, but instead it rested on the side of his head. His green eyes glowed in the darkness as he spoke.

“Scream all you want sweetie, no one’s going to hear you. And no one ever will…”

Y/N panicked and kicked Dream who was towering over them, in the dick, making him wince over and fall onto the floor in pain. Standing up, they ran out of the room and ran downstairs, opening the door and running out of the house. Dream recovered and chased after them.

"COME BACK HERE LOVE!" Dream yelled, running after them.

"Leave me alone, Leave me alone, Leave me alone, I don't want to go back," Y/N mumbled, running faster.

Y/N felt the air get knocked out of them when they fell to the ground, Dream pinning them down as he leaned in to whisper into their.

"Your pathetic... You're the child of the Angel Of Death and the Goddess Of Death, yet you get defeated by a mortal like myself... I guess I really am a God, just trapped in a mortal's body... I told you so many times Y/N, you're weak, you're nothing without me, you'll never be anything without my protection and care, your family doesn't care about, only I will waste my fucking time with you," Dream said, before knocking Y/N out.

Dream picked Y/N up and slung them over his shoulder. As he walked through the forest, he thought about something, a little gift to leave in Y/N's room for the family to see. Sitting Y/N down, he written down on a note 'Thanks for the gift :)' before running back to the house, quietly going in Y/N room to leave it on the bed. Then he ran out and went on his merry way.

The next day...

Tommy went to wake Y/N up, but he was greeted by a messing, dishevelled room.

"What the... What the fuck happened in here?" Tommy asked, looking around.

Once he got to the bed he saw the note, when he picked it up he almost dropped it instantly. Tommy ran down stairs and waved the note in the air.

"They're gone, Y/N's gone!"

"What do you mean?" Phil asked.

"This note was on their bed, and their room was a mess."

Techno grabbed the note as he skimmed over it, his face that held confusion turned to realization and then went to anger.

"What's wrong Techno?" Kristen asked.

"I know this handwriting from anywhere... Dream has them."

"What?!" Wilbur and Tommy asked.

"H-How? Y/N's never met Dream," Tommy said.

"How can we know that for a fact? Y/N was missing for years, and now they come back mysteriously in a panicked manner and in a very unhealthy condition."

"What are you leading towards Techno?" Phil asked.

"My theory is that Y/N was with Dream the years they were missing, and it wasn't by choice. I'm not sure how they met, but they definently have some sort of relationship, and it isn't heathly."

"What does Dream look like?" Kristen asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"I can ask Drista or XD to help me, I have a feeling Dream's linked to the two in some way, and it can help me locate him with the crows help."

"No one's really seen his face," Tommy said.

"But one thing that stands out is his mask, he wears this smiley mask all the time, making it impossible to see his face."

"With that info given to Mumza, what's the plan?" Wilbur asked.

Techno let out a dark chuckle as his eyes went dark.

"Oh I have a plan... And it's not going to be easy..."

With Y/N and Dream...

Y/N looked up and their hands were above their head, cuffed to the wall with no way to escape. Their legs were tied together, and the shirt they were wearing was gone, leaving them in just their undergarments. Looking up, Dream was sitting on a chair, looking at them dead in the eyes with a pissed off expression as he sharpened his netherite sword.

"Tell me this Y/N, what made you get the confidence and ego to pull this BULLSHIT on me?!"

Dream stood up and grabbed their face

"I give you everything, anything! If you want it I get it for you. But you just had to get selfish and leave me, you're fucking disgusting."

"I'm not disgusting..." Y/N mumbled.

"What did you say whore?"

"You heard me, I'm not disgusting! You're the one that fucking kidnapped me and hid me away for years, starving me whenever I got 'too fat?' WHAT BULLSHIT IS THAT?! You physically and emotionally abuse me, and you do this just because you love me? I believed you for years, but when I got to see my family again I remembered what real love was, and this, this isn't love! You need fucking help Dream, and after this I'm going to need fucking therapy due to your FUCKING BULLSHIT!"

Dream slapped Y/N hard across the face, before putting his hand around Y/N's throat.

“Your life is in my hands, don’t test me, ok?”

"I'm not testing you Dream, I'm telling you the truth. You're just too caught up in your ego to see it."

Dream began to chuckle, before going into a hysterical laughter.

"Oh~ Y/N just doesn't know when to shut up..." Dream said, before kicking them in the stomach.

"Being with your family for 1 day made you get your ego, confidence and self respect back... Now that's not good," Dream continued, stabbing his netherite sword into Y/N's hands, making them scream in pain.

Dream began to hurt punch them over and over again until he got bored.

"DREAM PLEASE STOP! I'M AT HALF A HEART!" Y/N yelled, looking up at Dream with pleading eyes.

Dream just smiled, his eyes glowing as he looked down at them.

"Oh Y/N... I could kill you right now, and no one would care! NOBODY! And if people did care, where's your family? Where's your friends? Only I care about you, only I can make you happy, only I can touch you the way I do, and only I can love you..."

Y/N's brain just completely shut down as they stared down at the floor with emotionless eyes. Y/N began to cry, tears rolling down their face as they thrashed against their restraints.

"No! You're wrong! Youre..." Y/N said, before they felt Dream grab their chin.

"Care to finish that?"

Y/N just shook their head no, being too tired to do anything, and having too many mental and physical scars to even care anymore.

"Now, who's the only one that can love you?

"You..."

"And who do you love?"

"You..."

"Good..."

Dream unlocked their cuffs and watched as they fell to Y/N's side limply. Dream placed Y/N in his lap and ran his hand through their hair.

"You're all mine... And not even you're family can change that..."

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helloo🤍 I wanted to ask if you can write something with mob!Tom where he’s at the club because of a business meeting making some deals and the reader also comes to the club even though Tom told her not to come because it’s dangerous and something happens to the reader and Tom is really overprotective. Angst with fluff at the end🥺

Totally understand it if it’s to much and you don’t want to write it!! It was just an idea 🥰

Absolutely, I’m excited to do more mob!tom, he’s my best friend tbh. Hope you like this one hun xx

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Pairing: Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: angst, little bit of fighting, harassment

Summary: Tom is worried about having you around during his business meeting

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Tom had warned (y/n) on his way out that she should steer clear of the club for the night. Unfortunately for Tom, her best friend really wanted to go clubbing, and the other clubs in town made them pay for drinks so they weren't even considered. Plus no other club had Harrison, who (y/n)'s best friend wanted to hit on. (y/n) had tried to steer her elsewhere, warning her that Harrison was going to be working and she wasn't going to drink much, but she hadn't tried very hard.

Truthfully she just knew getting Tom a little riled up always lead to a fun night for her, and he'd looked too good on his way out for her not to mess with him a little. She was very disappointed when they entered the club and Tom was nowhere to be found, essentially leaving her little game pointless.

"Let's grab some drinks," her friend dragged her towards the bar and ordered a shot for them both, "Cheers."

"Cheers," (y/n) clinked her glass against hers before downing it.

A hand came down on her shoulder as she set the cup back down, "What are you doing here?" Tom hissed in her ear.

"Sasha wanted to go clubbing," she turned to him, a sly smile playing at her lips.

He flashed Sasha a tight lipped smile, "We'll be right back."

(y/n) rolled her eyes, letting Tom pull towards the back door, "You two couldn't go to any other club in the city?"

"Drinks are free here," she shrugged, "What's the big deal? We aren't gonna bug you guys."

"The big deal is that I told you not to come," he snapped. "The people we're meeting with are dangerous, I don't want them to even know who you are, let alone be in the same room as you."

"I think you're just a little paranoid Tommy," she frowned, setting a hand on his cheek, "If they don't know my relationship with you then I'm just another girl in the club, I'm sure they'll leave me alone."

His face was locked in an angry scowl, "You're not just another girl in the club, you stand out like a sore thumb, I already know they're going to notice you."

She glanced down at herself with a frown, "I do not, I look perfectly normal."

"You do not," he scoffed, "You're like the sun, everyone notices you."

"That is so cute it almost makes me want to listen," she nuzzled her nose against his, "I'm going to enjoy my girls night though, you're welcome to join me when you're done."

He shook his head, "No, when I finish we're going home and then you're never leaving the house again."

She laughed, "Okay, whatever you say Tommy," she kissed his cheek, "Enjoy your meeting."

He rolled his eyes, "Please be careful."

"I will, but you have to be careful too."

He nodded and kissed the top of her head, "I will."

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The night continued as planned, (y/n) danced with Sasha until she found a boy to dance with instead. Then (y/n) took a seat at the bar, sipping at a drink and making small talk with the bartender while she waited for her friend to get bored.

"Hey," Sasha grabbed her arm with a smile, "Would you be okay if I took him home with me?" she peaked back at the boy she'd be dancing with.

(y/n) laughed and nodded, "Of course, have fun, and be careful."

She nodded, pulling her friend into a quick side hug, "Tom won't be much longer right?"

"No, he should be wrapping up soon, go enjoy your new boy toy," she waved her off, watching as she weaved her way through the door.

"Tom's having his meeting down in the basement," the bartender butted in as Sasha left, "You could head down if you want."

She shook her head, "Tommy doesn't want me anywhere near whatever they've got going on."

"Well Roger and his men don't exactly have the best reputation," he hummed.

"Neither does Tom."

He chuckled, "Yeah, you've got me there, but Tom's a good guy, he tries to do the right thing where he can. Roger's the opposite, totally dick, he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get what he wants."

She frowned, a sudden worry settled in her stomach, "You said their in the basement?"

He raised a brow, "I thought he didn't want you down there?"

Usually she didn't worry too much about Tom's work, she tried to push aside any thoughts about how dangerous it was. "Yeah we'll it's good for him to not get what he wants every once in awhile," she hoped off the bar stool and weaved her way through the crowd towards the basement door, where a bouncer named Jeff was assigned as security.

"I'm gonna step down and see Tom," she smiled, reaching for the door.

He grabbed her wrist, "He said specifically not to let you in."

Her jaw nearly hit the floor, "He was kidding obviously, let me in."

"He wasn't kidding."

"That asshole," she swore under her breath, "Okay, well, can you send someone down and just ask how long he's gonna be?"

"They won't be much longer," he assured.

"Hey man, if the pretty girl wants in why don't you let her in," an arm snaked around her waist, a tall, lean man, smiled down at her, "She can sit with me."

"I'm only gonna tell you once to keep your hands on her," Jeff warned.

"It's fine," she assured, removing herself from his grasp, "I was just saying hi."

"This your girl or something?" the tall man snickered at the bouncer.

"No, the boss's," he corrected, "Look you keep bugging her I'll escort you out. And I'll be doing you a favor, because if Tom finds out he'll probably shoot you."

He laughed, "You're Tom's girl? No way!" he seemed unphased by the bouncer's warning as he set a hand on her shoulder, "You really managed to tie him down? That's incredible," his eyes wandered her figure, "I think I get the appeal."

"Great," she pushed his hand off, "Look you can just go back to your meeting now."

"Oh don't worry talking to you is much more interesting."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay, well I'm going home not talking to you," she glanced towards Jeff with pursed lips, "Can you just tell Tom to call me when he gets done?"

He nodded, "Of course, have a goodnight."

"Yeah, you too," she brushed past the men to head to Tom's car, deciding she'd just wait there with the driver.

Suddenly she stopped though, freezing as a hand brushed over her backside. A small pinch that made her turn back to them instantly. The tall man winked at her while Jeff seemed oblivious. She tensed, unsure if she had really felt anything, but of course the wink told her she must have. She didn't know if she should say something or not, an odd feeling of embarrassment bubbled in her stomach. Rather than voicing anything she decided just to leave, and pushed her way through the club as quickly as possible.

Once she entered the car she rolled up the partition, telling the driver she had a headache. She sat in silence as she replayed the small event in her mind, trying to figure out why it had happened. Without warning tears began forming in the corner of her eyes, she wasn't even entirely sure why she was so upset.

When Tom called her she didn't answer, just hugged herself tight and tried to stop crying before he reached the car. She was unsuccessful though, tears were still streaming down her face when he arrived.

"Angel what's wrong?" he frowned, instantly filled to the brim with concern.

She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, "Nothing, it's not really a big deal. I just want to go home."

"Obviously it's a big deal if you're crying about it," he closes the door behind him and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Did you and Sasha have a fight?"

She shook her head, "No, no, she's out with a guy. It's really not a big deal I'm just being dramatic," she insited.

"Alright, why don't you just tell me what it is then? I'm sure you'll feel better if we talk about it."

"I just went over to ask Jeff if I could come down and see you and one of the guys from your meeting just started talking to me. I don't know, Jeff like told him to leave me alone and that we're together and he was just being annoying and he just like, well, I don't know. Maybe it was something else but I thought he like, pinched my ass while I was walking away. I thought maybe it was nothing but then he winked at me so I'm pretty sure he did."

The anger was evident on Tom's face, bubbling just under the surface, "And did Jeff kick him out?"

"No, he didn't notice so maybe nothing happened but I think it did. I don't know Tommy, it's a stupid thing to cry over. It happens to people all the time, I just need to get over it."

He shook his head, "It's not stupid, you have every right to cry and be upset. And it's not okay just because it happens all the time," his cheeks dusted pink as he pulled her into him, letting him cry into his shoulder, "I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened, and I should have been with you tonight."

"You don't need to look over me all the time Tommy," she sniffle, wrapping her arms around his middle.

"I want to. And I kept going on and on about you being safe tonight, and I should have stayed with you so I could make sure you were safe. But it's not your job to comfort me right now okay?" he kissed the top of her head, "I'm so sorry that happened to you angel, I promise I'm going to do something about it. In fact if you weren't so upset I'd be out there looking for him right now," he hummed, "I'd probably shoot him, but just in the leg or something because I know you don't like it when I get violent."

"Cause you're really a softie," she mumbled into his shoulder.

"Just for you," he kissed her head again, "I'm a dick to everyone else."

"A little bit," she agreed, "Can we go home now?"

"Of course, and next time I promise I will be right there with you and I will make sure nothing like this ever happens to you again."

"Thank you Tommy," she wiped her eyes and pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "For tonight though, I just wanna go curl up in bed."

He nodded, "Then that's what we'll do."