#like yes you're completely right. I'm only allowed to be accepted anywhere if YOU LIKE ME!! i totally forgot!!

[sunnywalnut]

I used to know a person who claimed that anyone who disagreed with them (even if it was just a blatantly false statement) couldn't handle their "hot takes"

One day I found that they had not only removed me from every group chat we had, but also unfriended and blocked me.

I felt like Moses speaking to God. Everything was crystal fucking clear and I was SOARING.

The trash took itself out and was burning down every single bridge that had connected them to me.

It was GLORIOUS.

come on kids don’t do the “oh they blocked me, it must be because they’re too weak / can’t handle the truth” etc. being blocked by lots of people doesn’t mean you’re a genius speaking truth to power it just means lots of people find you annoying

[matan4il]

Feel like I'm going insane every time I see anti-Israeli propaganda. Just saw a post claiming the war in Gaza is one of the deadliest "in history." Gaza isn't even the deadliest war of 2023. Ukraine, Sudan, Myanmar and others would like to have a word.

Is there a reason people feel the need to lie to care about Palestinians? Like do they feel that if they told the truth, they'd be hypocrites for not caring about other conflicts?

Hi Nonnie,

I'm with you, the dumb, ignorant shit that gets posted so carelessly, showing a complete disregard for the lives of the 20.3 million people who are threatened by Hamas (the people who need to be free of this genocidal, antisemitic, dictatorial terrorist organization) is truly breaking world records. Beyond the fact that Hamas (the so-called "Gaza health ministry") has been caught lying about the number of fatalities, such as in the al-Ahli hospital parking lot explosion, even if we accept its numbers, you're absolutely right. The bloodiest conflict in human history was WWII, with between 70 and 85 million fatalities. The war in Gaza is nowhere near that scale. Even if you take all Israelis and Palestinians together, we're not going to reach such numbers, so what are these people even on about!? And yes, here's a good reminder IMO of current on going conflicts that are also bloodier than the war in Gaza, but don't get anywhere near as much attention. I guess if it doesn't involve vilifying the Jews, those other wars are just not as worthy of being talked about...

People involved in this are not all the same. I assume some are just uninformed, and they repeat the lies they've heard from others, which they accepted as truth. Others know they're lying, and I assume they lie, because they know that otherwise, the anti-Israel narrative just doesn't hold water. You can only justify violence against Jews in Israel (or Jewish Israel supporters in the diaspora), if the Jews somehow committed a grave enough sin to merit such violence turned against them, right? Therefore everything has to be exaggerated and twisted in such a way, that Jews appear as the great villains ever, deserving of the greatest violence in retribution.

That's why the conflict has to be the bloodiest one ever, if though it isn't. That's why Israel has to be accused of intentionally depriving Gaza of food and water, even though there are hundreds of aid trucks that Israel allows into Gaza daily (surpassing the number the UN said in Oct Gaza needs daily, 100 trucks), and even though there are 2 out of 3 water pipelines operating from Israel into Gaza despite the war (in addition to water supply from Egypt, and Gazan self supply). That's why every Israei quote has to be taken out of context, and be presented as if said about fighting the Palestinians, rather than Hamas. And that's why the fact that Jews are native to Israel, and that Jews tried to live peacefully alongside all Arabs in the region, has to be erased. Otherwise, the violence against the Jews isn't justified, and then what's the point?

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[lloydfrontera]

Is there any possibility that the readers of the knight of blood and iron would ship og Javier and Tyrant Alicia?

To be honest, as someone who enjoys both Knight/Queen and Doomed guy alive/Corrupted woman, their chemistry and their potential in the og novel is so delicious :P

(Also, I know that tged Javier/Alicia is such a crack ship but lol)

it is a crack ship and yet! you're not the first person to ask me about it! another nonnie had just about the same idea a while ago 🤭

i kinda talked myself into liking it and while i still find a bit farfetched in canon, fanon is a completely different beast. yes i do see the fandom being big on og javier and tyrant alicia.

this is a fandom that most certainly thrives on seeing their blorbo suffer through the Horrors™, they wouldn't be able to resist such an angsty ship.

also i'm obsessed with the dynamic you gave them. corrupted woman trying to destroy everything in her path and man doomed to live though the tragedies. forever locked in battle. unstoppable force meets immovable object. it is very compelling when you put it like that.

the issue would be getting those two to not kill each other on first sight but fandom has concocted weirder premises. they could figure it out.

personally i'm thinking of a twist of the yi city arc from mdzs, with an injured alicia being separated from her troops for some reason and javier helping her without being aware of just who he is taking care of. seeing as we never get confirmation these two even met in person in the novel, we can handwave away javier not recognizing the tyrant queen as him either never seeing a good portrait of the queen or her changing so much in the years after her descend into madness that she looks nothing like what he'd expect of her.

alicia would bristle at the idea of having to relay on a stranger, a vagrant knight at that, for help, her paranoia and distrust not allowing her to accept javier's aid easily, always being on edge waiting for him to stab her in the back. only to slowly realize that no, there's no hidden motive, javier is just,,, like that. to everyone who needs his help. she's not special, she's not important, she's not anyone of interest to him. and he's still helping her because it's the right thing to do. i think that would break through her insanity a little bit, realizing that she's not,,, someone javier would have any interest on betraying because as far as he knows he has nothing to gain from it.

the relief of finally for the first time in years being allowed to lower her guard because there's no threats around her would allow her mind to regain some of the clarity she'd lost in the midst of her feelings of betrayal and pain.

javier treating her like a person would make her be alicia again and not just the tyrant queen.

meanwhile javier is just. really glad there's been no attacks by the queen recently, cause he really doesn't want to let the injured woman he found on the side of the road all by herself again. she's clearly not well and has been hurt a lot in the past and he wants to make sure she's okay before they go separate ways.

and it's nice. to not be so alone. most of the people he helps have homes and families to go back to and he doesn't begrudge them for that but it does make it all the more lonely to constantly move from one place to another, knowing he has nowhere to go back to.

the woman isn't nice, her words are biting and full with suspicions and threats, she won't even tell him her name but when he asked if there was anywhere safe she could go to, friends or family she could turn to for help, her silence spoke for her.

it's selfish of him. but he's glad they get to have one another, if only for a little while. he knows it won't last, the queen or lupellan or another threat will rise up once again and he'll leave to protect the people that need it. but for now. it's nice.

god like i said i will talk myself into liking if i think about it for too long alkshdkhjkdsf

[thehighpriestexx420]

✨🔮What do you need to know right now? 🔮✨

Below hold thee answers, just pick ye emoji. Whichever one gives ya a tingly feel and makes you want to pick it, that's where your reading will be.

Pile 1 : 🤷‍♂️

Pile 2 : 💩

Pile 3 : 🤠

Btw, this is a general reading. Meaning not all of the details may resonate. Take what does and leave the rest. Tarot gives you insight, it's your life and it's up to you what you do with it.

Pile 1 🤷‍♂️

WHALE AND ORCA LEADERS - Share your song. Frequency of sound. Diving deep.

The Fool, Mother of Swords, & Daughter of Cups

Remember who you truly are. *Mufasa voice*

You're not the face you put on for the perceived comfort of others or to avoid ridicule. You're not the defenses you built to guard your heart. You're not the pain you experienced that inspired you to believe this is something you must do.

You're the depths within your heart - below the surface you currently project. You're being asked to shine a light on these depths - to allow your authentic self to shine. When you do this, you attract those who're meant for you instead of just putting a wall between yourself and the outside world.

Being vulnerable isn't being weak or opening yourself up to attacks. When you're vulnerable, you know you're strong enough to see that any negativity that's been attempted to be thrown in your direction is just a reflection of their lack of love for themselves. You're strong enough to not pay it any mind further than that and to know that you're more than enough, your love for yourself is more than enough, and so is the love from those who resonate with you and from Source.

You're being recommended to look into methods of connecting to your higher self, connecting to your self love, grounding, and developing a healthy energetic shield. The shield isn't the overly thick one you're hiding behind right now. It's about balance and having boundaries. Knowing that you're in control of what you take on and focus on. You don't have to take on others' opinions as your own or allow them to exist within your energy.

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Pile 2 💩

LOOSEN YOUR GRIP - Coping mechanisms. Density. Addiction. Let God in.

The Devil, The Hierophant, & Temperance

You want to know about something as if your well being depends on you knowing the answer. Well being is well being. It's not dependant on anything, it exists within itself.

Just because you not knowing the answer to something is activating anxiety, turmoil, and panic doesn't mean knowing the answer will resolve the issue. It may put a temporary band aid on it, but you wouldn't heal the root of it. You deserve to be in true harmony - not some type of purgatory.

Just because something may look like the answer at first glance, doesn't mean it is. Follow the trail and you'll see the need for balance and how to obtain it.

You don't need anything to feel whole and complete. You are that wholeness and completeness. What you're looking for is yourself and is within you.

How can you balance your internal and external world? How can you see the external as additions to your experience and not the source of your well being? How can you sit with yourself, accept where you are, stop desperately seeking answers outside of yourself (like with tarot readings like these. They can be an addiction that don't truly get you anywhere if you don't heed their advice), and relax into the knowing that you'll find the answer within yourself when the time comes? You'll only find clarity when you do this and take care of yourself first.

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Pile 3 🤠

STAR KEEPER - Cosmic ancestor. Seed the light by staying grounded.

The Hermit, Daughter of Wands, & 9 of Swords

There's alot of energy in your mind - so much so that along with the insights you're being given, you're also seeing things that aren't in your highest interest to see. Things that give you anxiety. Negativity.

You're going through a spiritual breakthrough, a spiritual awakening, and/or receiving alot of downloads from the universe. You may have an overactive 3rd eye, an overactive imagination, and be in your head too much.

You're being advised to spread the excess of energy in your head to the rest of your body. To ground yourself in your body and in the present. There are several grounding methods you can look into. My favorites are hugging a tree barefoot, using affirmations, and having the intention while saying to myself, "I put my energy into my hands. I feel my energy in my hands. I put my energy into my feet. I feel my energy in my feet. I feel my energy in my feet and hands."

Being grounded will allow you to channel your insights properly, without being swayed into the toxic illusions, and will allow you to implement what you've learned.

You're also being recommended to connect with your heart space and to carry an energetic shield - but not to hide from the world too much. You're still here and not somewhere else for a reason. Raising your vibration and connecting with your true self through your heart space will make it a walk in the park to maintain your well being, shield, and to do energy work in general.

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[hecula-propaganda]

Every interaction between Hector and Dracula

or the two's feelings for each other :)

Prelude to Revenge

A place to cling to...

The ability to rebel and blaspheme against the Divine Providence Is accepted without blame A place where we are allowed to exist.

[We] respectfully obeyed, to cling to.

Why yes, I am perfectly normal about Hector and Isaac clinging onto Dracula because he's the only thing they have in this world :')

I'm not sure if Hector is speaking also on Isaac's behalf or only for himself, but I choose to believe it's the former because it makes sense.

But what's important here is that they are in the same position. It's easy to imagine Isaac, irrationally loyal and perpetually insecure, latching onto Dracula. But even Hector, in his icy pride, did the same :) he cared. Just not to the point of self-nullification.

And also look at that. Dracula gave a piece of his power to Hector. In the game itself, Zead says that the Devil Forgemasters are "suffused" in his magic (or "Devil Forgemasters are always with my Master's power" in Japanese). Part of Dracula is literally in them.

“What did he wish from me, that he even rebelled…? Unforgiveness is my nature. The more precious things are, the more they resist and are lost…”

I've spent enough words talking about that one word, 惜しい :)

Of course, this happens right after this lovely scene:

“Please, I beg of you I am human too!”

“My nourishment is human life and mistakes. I will disappear when humans perish…”

There’s no need for me to be chased away The disposal of my body Can’t even happen here... Anywhere...

So, hm. First you gravely injure your rebellious general without even listening to his concerns, then you wonder why your precious thing doesn't love you anymore. I don't think Kojima intended for him to look like a stereotypical abuser, but that's the vibes I get. it doesn't help that this is more or less his attitude with Alucard...

It is said that my former master was destroyed by the wielder of the holy whip. However, the devastation of the human world will not end...

Nothing major, just for completion's sake. This is the only time, as far as we know, that Hector calls Dracula his "master".

Media Factory manga

Unlike with the PtR manga, I need to talk about Isaac here, because he can't be separated from either Hector or Dracula.

i swear that the mf manga is a long long draactor propaganda, the love triangle here is insane

Isaac is the one who warned Dracula of Trevor, and the one who begged him to be sent to kill the Belmont. And yet...

Hector was sent instead. Hector was the one deemed worthy of facing such a big threat. Look at Isaac's eyes. He's so not happy about this blow to his fragile sense of self-esteem.

And Dracula once again puts Hector over Isaac, by ignoring his concerns, ordering him to go find the lost General and leaving himself unprotected well technically there's death but no one mentions him here. Even Isaac's own underlings aren't so convinced by the Lord's actions, and they chalk it up to sheer favoritism, which triggers poor Isaac. Everyone knows that Hector is Dracula's specialest boy :)

Of course, this line matters much more in Japanese:

In case you're wondering, there exist other words that imply unfair favoritism and nothing more, such as 依怙贔屓.

Now, unlike with 惜しい, it's a third party that uses 可愛がる. But then this means that Isaac's underlings were sitting there, joking that Dracula loves his Hector so very much... within Isaac's earshot. Bro. No wonder he found the first excuse to kill them off 😂

I said enough about this nightmare in this post. It's hard to judge where memories end and inner feelings begin, but I do believe this has actually happened, and I chose to interpret this scene as Dracula leaving Hector behind, a display of both humiliation and favoritism.

(I also choose to believe that this episode happened some time before Dracula ordered Hector to kill Trevor. Ah, if only Isaac knew...)

Kinda interesting that Hector's last thought as he's about to die isn't for Isaac, but for Dracula :) could it be the power of the Curse seeping inside him? oh don't worry honey, this is far from the last parallel you two have...

Nothing major, but once again confirmation that Hector "got closer to Dracula" than Isaac did. Whatever that means, beyond the acts of favoritism we have seen...

When he's sealing away his dark powers, made strong by Rosaly's love (the proof of which he's holding in hand), his mind goes to Dracula again. I'm still emotional over this. He felt joy at serving Dracula, at being "recognized and needed" :')

Curse of Darkness

Hector, who has spent the entire game calling all the men kisama (except for Zead, whom Hector trusted and so called omae), refers to Dracula as anata, a neutral-polite pronoun. Zead and Julia call Hector anata, and Isaac uses it for Dracula in PtR, which speaks of the amount of respect it can convey.

It is not your (あなた) place to judge the worth of humans.

However, his lack of any kind of honorific and body language convey disrespect. While he's not being aggressively antagonistic, he is not even remotely intimidated by him anymore. It's been three years since they've last seen each other, and Hector has changed immensely since then. Plus, at this point he's just too tired to give a single shit lol.

(in English, Hector calls him "Lord Dracula". Actually, Trevor is the only character who simply says "Dracula", but of the other characters, two are devoted to Dracula, and two might simply respect the Count's power. What is Hector's reason? Does he still respect his former master, to a point?)

I also love the way Hector humiliates Dracula as a last kick in the teeth. He uses his own Devil Forging powers to transform the curse. Look at the first pictures I posted here: that power was given to him by Dracula. Hector was the best student of the two. He is using Dracula's own power and teachings to free the world of his influence. He's not the only protagonist who defeats Dracula with his own powers, Shanoa did the same and it is poignant in its own way, but with Hector it simply is more personal.

(and, you know, you can steal his throne under his nose :P)

Dracula, of course, can humiliate Hector as well if the player isn't careful :)

yeah you know this was coming. Just sayin' that of all Belmonts and affiliates, Hector is the only one that he attacks like this. Bet that curse tastes good.

[xuaxian]

-Waking up in wattpad stories-

-The beginning-

-Part One-

"Oi, where are you taking me?"

The woman in black asked with a scowl. She was getting tired of walking so much behind her friend. It had been a while of aimlessly following him, without answer to where he was taking her.

All of a sudden, all senses of the woman were completely overwhelmed, pain taking over every nerve of her being, no matter how hard she tried to scream, nothing could be done at that split second the train made contact with her body. The memory went by a flash, and then…

.

.

.

-What....What is going on...?

Wait...don't tell me...

Did I seriously die?? Oh you got to be fucking kidding me! Where the fuck am I? Is this...heaven...?-

In the white emptiness, the woman in black floated around aimlessly, with a mix of expressions plastered on her face. No way she was dead. She had to be dreaming… right…? Unbelievable.

A few more curses left her mouth as she raged at the situation. Not knowing how to feel, it’s all she could do. I mean, in this situation, what CAN you do? Wallow in your own misery? Swear that you would haunt anyone who has wronged you? As if that mattered in this moment. She needed to know where she was in the first place before doing anything drastic, not like she could do anything in this white, dull space.

With no memory recollection of what happened on how she died in that split second, she could only make scenarios in her head on how she could have died.

Deep in thought, a subtle static sound could be heard.

"Welcome host, yes that is how you died and no, you are not in heaven"

There was a mysterious male sounding voice heard, which seemed to come from nowhere which startled the woman. Is that who she thinks she is? GOD?

-Are you God? Or am I going insane.-

"No Host. You are not going insane, also I am not “God”."

-You aren’t? Then who the hell are you? The boogeyman?-

She expressed sarcastically, a sly smirk plastered on her face.

"..."

-I was kidding, I'm not that dumb, I just died, am I not allowed to make any jokes here?-

The system felt like punching itself.

"Host please be serious, this is a serious matter"

-Fuck fine, I am curious on where I am. Also where the fuck are you?? Literally I don't know where to look, I don't see you anywhere. Maybe you ARE the boogeyman.-

Turning around in circles, there was still nothing but white nothingness, not a person or reflection in sight. Hearing a sign from the system, the woman chuckled.

"Host, I am not a physical being in the current moment, however let me finally start to explain as to where you are.”

-Oooh I'm talking to a ghost.-

She started making ghost sounds, not taking anything seriously. She couldn’t. She can’t.

No.

It was hard for her to accept her death, so she tried to see if she could break this “illusion” or dream by messing around instead. She can’t start having a breakdown out of nowhere.

The system rolled it’s non existent eyes and continued.

"To start off, I am an entity known as System 22. Where you are standing, more like floating, is a vast of negative space where time is non existent."

Yeah, she didn’t understand any of that.

-Ohhhh I see I see.

…

……

A bit of panic started settling.

-Why the fuck am I here, I can’t be fucking dead can I? I mean I was so young and all and if this is what death is after life then it’s completely heartbreaking to find ou-

The system immediately cut her off, not wanting to listen to useless rambling.

"Host, please be quiet and let me explain, you're making things more difficult for me.

Fine, she won’t talk then.

-...-

"Anyways I won't be wandering around the topic. Yes host, you are dead. Normally you would go either to heaven or hell, however due to your… unique capabilities, you were chosen for this mission and bound to me.”

What now?

-Uhhhhh.... What...?-

The system continued.

"Looking through all of your memories I can clearly see tha-"

-You. Went. Through. My. Memories..? BRO AT LEAST LET THE DEAD HAVE SOME PRIVACY??-

She was not pleased at the fact she was immediately exposed to some unknown entity who called itself some stupid system.

"Host please, this was a matter of selection, I go through a lot of peoples memories"

The woman rolled her eyes. Still invasion of privacy much?

-Whatever, why am I here and when can I go to heaven, I got an appointment with the big man of the skies.-

She joked. Or maybe not. She really didn’t want anything to do with this purgatory BS.

"Host, why do you have to be like this, I'm starting to regret choosing you. The reason as to why you're here is confidential information as of now. And unfortunately, you're not allowed to leave until you complete the mission you will be given.”

-W h a t.-

How was this fair???? She just died and having no time to process her emotions, she was dragged into this weird place, with some thing expecting her to do tasks just so she can rest in peace? Give her a break.

"You have no say in the matter, you can refuse for as long as you like but that will only waste your time and mine.”

Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath. Calm. It’s okay. Just go along with it. No matter. This is how you dealt with things, making a joke about everything. No matter how serious the situation was.

-Jesus Christ, here I thought that after death I would finally be able to rest go ur eternity while playing cards with god or something. Wait... speaking of death, how the fuck did I die?-

Curiosity finally won as she asked the question she had been dying (Literally) to ask.

"Host, you were hit full force by a moving train."

….

……

Huh?

How the hell?

-I'm pretty sure I wasn't on the rails...right...?-

"Enough of the nonsense host"

What nonsense? Everything she was feeling was human. Give her a break.

-Jeez I'm only trying to have fun here. Fine. So... what is my mission?-

Finally getting back on track the woman in black stopped messing around and was curious on what was going to happen next. Not like she can fight her way out of this anyway.

The system was delighted at hearing this.

"Host, your mission is to go in different parallel worlds and changing the fates of the individuals you will be living as, while also collecting fragments of that world.”

-Fragments? Changing fates? How many fragments?-

"There are 8 fragments total, host."

The system beamed.

The woman thought for a second, wondering if she could refuse and see if she could do something else instead.

-You know... System 22 now is it, I'm going to have to decline, I'm not getting anything out of this anyway.-

"..."

-So I recommend you choose someone else for the job.-

"Host, do remember that you will be living the lives of rich and powerful people"

Hearing this, her ears perked up and her attitude seemed to change with the flip of a switch. She gets to not have to struggle with money? Sign her up!

-Where do I start, sign me up, I've always wanted to live like the rich. Also, can you stop calling me host, it's weird, call me by my name, Lorica.-

It felt weird having the system call her host.

"I cannot do that Host. Now, you will be transported to your new world where I will proceed to explain the rules to you and what you need to do.”

As Lorica was about to say something, everything went dark.

Eyes fluttering in the sunshine as Lorica woke up in a plush bed.

She quickly looked around to see she was in a room not belonging to her.

Suddenly the same voice popped out of nowhere.

"How is it, host?"

-Yo, this is sick. Also are you in my head???-

It felt strange having someone in her thoughts.

"Yes host. This is so no one else can hear me. Anyways, it's best I start explaining how things work.”

-Please do because I am so god damn lost right now.”

"Someone sure is enthusiastic. While you travel worlds, I'll tell you the plot of that dimension, or story per say, this is transmigration. In each world, you are either the main character, the villain or a completely unrelated side character. In some way you will be associated with the main character."

Too many words.

-Bro what. Get to the point already.-

She wanted to quickly get things done, so she could enjoy her life of luxury.

"Don't rush me, host. Continuing on, there is a rule you MUST follow no matter what."

-And that issss.....?-

"Do not act OOC"

-What's OOC?-

"Out of character"

-What the fuck does that mean.-

"By that I mean you're supposed to act like the character in whose body you are, for example, the character you are right now is someone who is quite shy and cannot stand up for herself.  Meaning you have to act shy and not act any different.”

How in the world was she supposed to change the dates of the characters she was playing by not changing their personality?

-But that makes no sense?-

"I know host, but I know you'll be able to do it. Unfortunately it was not this System who made this rule so I cannot change it."

The system added regretfully.

-This is gonna be such a pain... also I know I'm supposed to find those fragments you were talking about earlier, but how do I do that?-

"Finding the fragments can be a difficult task and can only be achieved when you have changed the fate of the individual you are now.”

-Really now? Do tell me of whose body I am in right now.-

It felt strange inhabiting the body of someone else, almost like she was possessing the person. It felt… wrong. Something was off.

"Gladly, host. You are Alice Smith, daughter to a regular family. You only have your mother in your life who works 3 jobs and is rarely home. You just transferred into a new school after moving."

Nostalgia hit Lorica like a train.

-Bro, this sounds like a Wattpad story.-

The system ignored Lorica’s comment, continuing.

"In the original plot the main character falls in love with your typical bad boy named Raven. And like you mentioned, this is very cliché. The ex of Raven gets jealous of Alice and ruins her reputation. Raven, finding this out, gets rid of the ex by asking his father to expel her. And there we have your happily ever after. The way you need to change this story is to never get Raven's interest and live a normal life while also in search of the fragment. The fragment will only materialise when the plot has changed significantly."

….

…….

………

The long silence made the system wonder if it’s host was even listening.

"Is there a problem, host?"

The system laughed nervously. It knew what the host was going to say next.

-Yes there is a problem! Why the fuck am I doing this?? You told me I would be living in riches. Oh my fucking god I know everyone here is gonna be so wattpady like, is that even a word? Well it is now because of the amount of BULLSHIT you’re spewing. I want out.-

Lorica was cut off before she went on a never ending rant.

"I understand your frustration, host. However, if you ever need any help, don't hesitate to ask. I'll always answer your call. The contact has been made since you met me so it is impossible for you to leave. You must do this.”

The system tried to reason with its problematic host.

-Fine… I better have some drama to live for or something.-

She needed some sort of entertainment. All this supernatural business made her dizzy.

"I'll alert you when the fragment is materialised. Also when you find each fragment you get to choose to continue living the life you are in or go to the next one. However to go to the next world. You have to die."

-Has anyone told you that you speak a lot?-

…

…..

Once again, ignored.

"Anyways host, it's best you get your day started, and good luck."

With that, the presence was gone and silence filled the room that Lorica, now known as Alice resides in. She slowly got off her bed leaving the soft haven and went over to the large mirror to see how she looked like in this world.

“I look exactly like a wattpad character. I mean what else did I expect?”

Rubbing her nose bridge, she took a deep breath.

This was going to take a while.

-A/N: I wrote this a while ago so the writing style is not the best, and there will be mistakes, so please, I hope it doesn’t bother you. I hope you enjoyed at the very least.-

[runnning-outof-time]

The Charity Dinner | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s entire life almost gets ripped away from her while she's attending a charity dinner for the Shelby Foundation.

Warnings: language, weapons, violence (typical to series), attempted murder, death of minor character

Word Count: 2545

A/N: angst is not my strong suit, but I’m working on it. Let me know what you think!

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR THOUGHTS & COMMENTS HELP ME WRITE!

She felt uneasy. From the moment that the car, carrying her and her husband, pulled up to the venue that the Shelby Foundation was hosting their charity dinner at, all she felt was uneasiness. She didn't know for what reason, but she couldn't shake it.

Tommy walked (Y/N) into the building, the two of them smiling as the greeters took their coats and complimented them on their fine outfit choices. They shared a kiss before Tommy told her that he had already seen someone and needed to go talk to them. It was obvious that he didn't want her to join him...that this conversation would hold some of the other business that he still delved into. Despite (Y/N) telling him that they had enough money saved to essentially be set for both their life, and their children's lives, Tommy still continued with his ways. It was like an itch. One that, no matter how much he scratched it, kept coming back. So she let him leave her side to go speak to the imposing gentleman who was standing across the room, staring him down from the second the couple had stepped into the room.

And she felt it again. The uneasiness. Her hand moved down to where her stomach had swelled. She was six months pregnant. With her and Tommy's first child. Why did she feel so uneasy?

She moved around the party, greeting people she didn't know, having conversations she didn't care about, wearing a smile that wasn't real. Tommy wasn't anywhere to be seen so far. This didn't help (Y/N)'s feelings one bit. The first time she wore a real smile that night was when the only Shelby sister noticed her and started walking in her direction.

"Hello, (Y/N)!" Ada greeted with a smile, pulling the other woman into a hug before she kissed her cheek.

"Ada. You look lovely," (Y/N) complimented her sister-in-law, hoping that conversing with her would allow for some of her tense feelings to ease.

"As do you. That dress really compliments your figure. You're one of the few women I know who can make pregnancy look beautiful," Ada sent kind words right back, making (Y/N) smile and laugh slightly.

"I'm sure you looked equally as beautiful when you were carrying Karl," she stated.

It was Ada's turn to laugh, shaking her head before she spoke. "It was bloody hell doing it. Didn't help that I was mucking about the streets of Small Heath with a brooding brother and a clueless husband," she remarked, smiling fondly as she mentioned Freddie. (Y/N) sent a similar smile in her direction. She'd met Tommy a short time after Freddie passed, but, from what she's heard about him, he really seemed like he loved Ada.

"Have you seen Tommy?" she asked then, hoping that Ada would have some idea. She only sighed when the other woman shook her head.

"I haven't, but I'm sure it's for good reason, right? He's making connections. Getting the Shelby Foundation’s name out there," Ada tried to spin his absence in a positive light, but (Y/N) couldn't hear it.

"I've had an uneasy feeling since I stepped in here, Ada. Something isn't right," (Y/N) shook her head slightly as she spoke, the tone of her voice showing that she was serious.

"It's probably just the hormones, love. I was always jumpy in crowds," Ada brushed the concern off, "there's nothing to worry about," she assured the concerned woman with a smile then. (Y/N) sighed, still not completely convinced that hormones were making her feel like this. But, nevertheless, she accepted the other woman's words, leaving the conversation when Ada announced that she'd seen someone she hadn't talked to.

(Y/N) was alone again, and after another search for Tommy yielded no results, she moved over to the drinks table. There was a non-alcoholic punch being served, so (Y/N) helped herself to that, sipping on it as she glanced around the room. That's when she found him. He was standing directly across from her on the opposite side of the room, and his eyes were already locked onto her. There were two posh-looking gentlemen on either side of him that looked to be in the middle of conversation, trying to tell him something, but it was obvious that he wasn't listening. (Y/N) held his eyes, a slight smile gracing her lips before she looked away. Her gaze only fleeted for a few moments before it fell back on him, seeing that he was slightly smirking now. (Y/N) felt her body heat up. How was he able to make her feel like this from across the room? She returned the smirk before drifting her eyes once more, still feeling his boring into her figure. She did this twice more before she began walking over to him. She couldn’t take anymore of this flirting across the room. His eyes stayed on her as she approached him, his hands behind his back as he stood in a way that commanded respect.

"Hello, Tommy," (Y/N) stated as she stopped in front of him. The two gentlemen had stopped talking at this point, both staring at the woman who was now in front of them. "I've been looking for you," she told him, slotting into his side.

"Men, this is my wife, (Y/N) Shelby," Tommy introduced the two men to the woman who had joined them.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Shelby," one of the men stated, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles in a gesture of respect.

"It's nice to meet you as well," (Y/N) smiled at him before she addressed the both of the men, "do you mind if I borrow my husband for a moment?" The both men nodded, bidding their goodbyes before they left the couple alone.

"Need something, love?" Tommy questioned, looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows. He was confused as to why she'd just dismissed those prominent businessmen.

“I’ve been looking for you all night,” she told him, letting go of the breath she held, happy that he was in front of her now.

“I’ve been talking with our guests,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I feel really uneasy, Tom,” she admitted then.

“It’s probably just the crowd, love,” he assured her, much like the way Ada had, “I know you’re still not used to these.”

“I don’t think it’s that,” she shook her head but he didn’t hear her. Or he did and just chose to ignore it, instead wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her into his frame.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). We stay for a little while longer and then we’ll go home, eh?” he stated, looking into her eyes as he spoke.

“I’d like that,” she nodded her head, a slight smile on her lips before he leaned down to kiss them softly.

“I’ve just seen someone. I need to have a chat with them,” he stated once they’d pulled away. (Y/N) let out a sigh. She didn’t feel good about having him leave her side once more. But she nodded her head, letting him kiss her one more time before they broke their embrace and he moved on to the man he needed to meet.

(Y/N) was alone again. Alone and uneasy. Then she spotted Polly. She was talking to some man, but dismissed him once she saw the woman who she’d come to love like a daughter. “(Y/N), are you ok?” she questioned as the younger woman stopped in front of her. She must’ve been able to read her expression. “Something wrong with the baby, love?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong. I’m just feeling worried,” she tried to explain her feelings to the third person of the night, and before anything was able to be said in response, a man yelling caused everyone to freeze.

“Tommy Shelby!...You’re finished!”

All of a sudden there was screaming, and people started to run in every direction as (Y/N) began panicking. She looked straight ahead of her, where her husband was now grappling with a man wielding a knife. (Y/N) knew he had it because she saw it shimmer in the overhead lights as he attempted to stab Tommy with it.

“(Y/N), let’s go,” she heard Polly speak next to her, feeling the older woman’s hands grab onto her shoulders, but she couldn’t move. She was frozen in shock as she watched Tommy try desperately to fight the man off of him. The two were rolling around the floor now, their hands both grasped around the knife as they tried to stick it into each other’s bodies. “We have to get out of here,” Polly tried again.

“No, I need to be with him!” (Y/N) finally exclaimed, wanting to do nothing more than to run to his side, to help him in any way possible. But her feet stayed frozen. It was probably for the best.

Then Arthur approached the fighting men, removing his revolver from the holster within his jacket before he cocked it and fired it, the loud bang making everyone still. The room fell silent, and it was then that (Y/N) realized she’d been sobbing. “Tommy!” she exclaimed, her feet finally moving, taking her over to the two men who were lying limp on the ground now. She thought for sure that her husband was dead. “Tommy, please!” she cried, her stride slowing as she moved closer. “Please, no,” she breathed, feeling all hope was lost. He was lying there, as still as ever. No. He couldn’t be dead.

And he wasn’t. (Y/N) gasped out of relief when he started moving, practically crawling out from underneath the dead man’s weight that lay on top of him. She closed the gap between them, hurrying to his side so that she could kneel down next to him. Her sobs were coming out louder now. “Tommy,” she breathed, grabbing his face in her hands. He winced at the contact, the bruise on his cheek already becoming visible.

“Shh, I’m alright, love,” he told her, still trying to slow down his breathing. “It’s ok, calm down, darling,” he continued with soft words. They fell on deaf ears though. (Y/N)’s eyes were squeezed tight as she rambled her praises that he was ok over and over again. The tears were still streaming down her face, clearly traumatized from seeing her husband almost be killed. Tommy knew words wouldn’t work. So he lifted his shaking hands and took her face into his hold. He wasn’t shaking at the thought of dying. He was shaking at the thought of leaving her, of leaving their unborn child. His family meant the most to him, and he couldn’t fathom losing or leaving them.

The feeling of his hands made her eyes open and fall right onto his. She stilled slightly as she held his gaze, seeing now that he was alive and, despite a few bruises, well. She kept her eyes locked onto his. She couldn’t look away. Unaware of how much time passed, she finally leaned in with the intent of kissing him. But before their lips could meet, someone spoke out.

“There are no more threats, Mr. Shelby,” it was a man in a copper’s uniform. Tommy turned his head at the last minute to look at him, making (Y/N)’s forehead fall against his cheek. She breathed his scent in in hopes that it would bring her comfort, but she was still shaking. Her tears had yet to stop from falling.

“You didn’t do a good fucking job of making sure people were fucking searched, Ridley,” Tommy barked then. (Y/N) winced at the sound of his tone, even though it wasn’t directed at her. He was clearly angry. And he had a right to be. He was almost killed.

“I’m sorry, sir,” was all Ridley could say, an obvious amount of guilt in his words.

“Just fucking do better next time, eh?” Tommy snapped, and the man nodded his head, exuding a quick ‘yes, sir’ before he walked off. Tommy turned to (Y/N) then, his forehead resting against hers as he looked right into her eyes. Their eyelashes were almost meshing together, that’s how close their faces were. She was still gripping onto him like her life depended on it, her shaking not yet calming down. “Relax, (Y/N),” he said softly, his hands falling on her cheeks yet again as she bunched more of the suit jacket he was wearing up in her hands. “Here, let’s stand up, love,” he told her, moving his hands to her shoulders so that he could help her stand up despite being the one with the bruises.

“I...I don’t know why I feel like this, Tommy. Why can’t I stop shaking?” she asked, her body’s involuntary movements now starting to scare her.

“It’s the adrenaline, love,” he told her, running his hands up and down her arms in a soothing manner. “You’ll come off it soon,” his tone held assurance.

“I thought I was going to lose you. Thought it was gonna happen right in front of my eyes,” she spoke, hoping that talking through the traumatic experience would help her.

“You didn’t lose me. I’m right here, and I’m ok...a little banged up, but ok,” he said, a smile on his face as he tried to ease her fears. “How are you?” he asked her then.

“I’m freaking out, Tommy!” she looked at him with wide eyes, envious at how he could be so calm when it was him who was just nearly killed. (Y/N) was just merely a bystander to it all. He only chuckled at her words.

“How’s the baby, love?” he asked, his hands dropping down to her stomach as he rubbed his thumbs over it soothingly.

“Baby’s ok. The amount of stress I’m feeling probably isn’t good for them though,” she responded, finally starting to feel her breathing return to normal.

“Let’s go home then. Get away from this place,” he stated, just then making (Y/N) notice that the reception hall had cleared out. Obviously, the dinner wouldn’t be continuing.

“I’d like that, Tommy,” she nodded her head.

“Good,” he nodded also, noticing that she’d stopped shaking violently. “You’re calming down,” he pointed out.

“Yeah. Helps that you’re talking to me. That I can see you’re alright,” she told him, the inkling of a smile forming on her lips.

“And I’ll keep talking to you, cuz I’m not going anywhere,” he promised her before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. His kiss further assured her that he was still there with her and that he had no intentions of leaving her anytime soon, neither by his will nor anyone else’s. She reveled in that. “Let’s go home, love,” he said once he pulled away. (Y/N) nodded before she let him link his arm with hers and lead her out of the reception hall to the car waiting out front. She finally breathed a sigh of relief as they drove away from one of the most frightening moments in her life.

Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul

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[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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[ethereal-venusian-illusion]

The Faery Etiquette

1)Not giving fae your name. Even if you think that this fae can be trusted or it's not a fae that's known to want to hurt people, it's never a good idea to give a faerie your full name. They could give your name to someone else, there could be someone else listening, they could not be as nice as you thing, or they could be perfectly nice and do something they think is good for you but you view as harmful. As for why names are important, names- especially full names- are actually a pretty intimate detail. Think about it, when humans want to dedicate themselves to something, they sign their name on it. Not only can fae think you're agreeing to something by giving them your name or do something with your name, but they can also feel they're indebted to you in some cases. You don't want a fae owing you or trying to make good on a debt. You're better off giving them a nickname or an alias, preferably one you actually use, but don't use that often, and/or saying "Call me BLANK" instead of "my name's" or "I'm". That way you aren't lying, but it doesn't have the same sense of identity that your actual name has and there are less tricks to be played by any fae who know that name. For example let's say your name is Alexander, but you usually go by Alex. You run into a faerie in the woods and they ask you your name. Not telling them would be rude and we know what happens when you're rude to fae. Instead you should say they can call you "Al" or "Xander" or a computer handle or nickname that people don't call you out loud but is technically your name or that you do go by just not out loud.

2)The "thank you" one is not on it's own a good rule and is kind of dangerous on it's own, but it has a point. "Thank you" in a way is a suggestion of debt, and there is almost never a good time to say it to a faerie. That not to say you shouldn't give thanks to or show appreciation to a fae, but the specific words "Thank you" can be dangerous and even offensive when said to fae, and it's hard to explain. There's a certain intimacy and gravity to it. The only situation I've come across where it was comfortably excusable is when it's a protective fae usually living on the person's land. "Thanks", "Thanks so much", "you have my thanks", "That was very nice/generous/sweet of you" are safer alternatives, but still should not be said to excess. Faeries don't do things to be thanked, they do things because they want to or they feel it's right; and they tend to be very annoyed with how easily humans throw around their thanks. Honestly, if you feel indebted to a faerie folk, the best thing you can do is leave a gift where you met them.

3)You usually shouldn't ask for a faerie's name. Like I said names are quite valuable, and asking for their name can imply a debt or even be offensive. Usually they'll give you their name once they know yours, it often won't be their real name but it works all the same much like the first rule, which is another reason you shouldn't give them your full real name. If certain boundaries have already been breached by the faerie, (as in they're in your house, they've lead you off into the middle of nowhere, they have you more or less cornered, etc) it's acceptable to ask them their name along with other more useful questions in trying to gather their intent. Usually though, you'll get a more honest less violent answer by asking a broader question like "Who are you?".

4)  Don't trust faeries is kind of right and wrong too. Plenty of faerie are perfectly harmless and completely trustworthy and many like to be nice and helpful to humans. But that being said, they are a different being all together and live in a very different context than humans and often don't understand humans at all. They can think they're being nice, or they can think it's okay to not tell the whole truth because they think it's not a big deal, even if it has a severe impact on the person that they hardly even comprehend. The best way to explain it is a conversation my mother and I once had "Hey mom, do you think that the lady of the lake would help someone get back to their realm since she can use lakes as portals?" "Well, she could..." "Could she get them there alive, without them drowning?" "I don't think she'd really care if she got them there alive. She wouldn't understand the problem with not getting there alive. She'd figure them and their souls got back home, so it's fine. Yeah, 'but their dead', but she wouldn't understand what the issue was with them being dead.

5)This one is tough. While you should be very careful going anywhere with anyone, especially a faerie, I'd be hard pressed to say Never go anywhere with one. But you should be very very cautious about following fae. First, of course, do not follow them without permission. Secondly, slow it down, ask "Before we go anywhere, I want to ask you a few questions. Will you answer them?" If they say no, say you won't go then, and walk away if you're able. If they say yes, question them. Where do you want to take me? Will you promise my safety? Will I be hurt? Will I die? Will I be allowed to come back? I need to return here by [specific time/event later]. I can only go if you promise to bring me back by then if I so wish. Do you give your word you'll bring me back if I ask you to? If they give favorable answers, and you chose to go with them, if they made promises to you, YOU MUST TRUST THEM COMPLETELY. If you don't put your trust in them but accept those promises and go with them, they do not have to keep those promises and don't have to keep true to anything they told you. If you have any doubt you shouldn't go with them. If you choose not to go with them you should tell them very firmly "I'm sorry but I’ll not follow “

[allegra-writes]

"Bad Together"

Part I: Contact

Peter Parker x Reader

Teen and up

Warnings: language, UST.

"Baby, I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down, eat you alive

Just like animals"

Animals - Maroon 5

“Hey kid! Rough night? You look like shit…” 

You sighed, turning away from your door to face your neighbour. Had it been anyone else, you would just have given them the finger and gotten inside your apartment. But not her. Not when she could have information for you.

“Gee, thanks Jess! You do know how to sweet talk a girl.” 

The seemingly -deceptively- fragile brunette’s eyeroll could have rivaled your own signature one, as she kicked away from the wall and crossed the hallway in your direction.

“As if sweet talking would work on you…”

Despite your exhaustion and bad mood, you managed to munster a small sad smile as your mind wandered unbidden to another time, to what felt like another life. 

And to a boy with warm brown eyes and even warmer skin. 

"You'd be surprised…"

Jessica raised a questioning eyebrow, but you just shook your head.

"I have your payment, if that's what you're looking for…"

You said, changing the subject. Her face fell, causing your heart to drop to your stomach. You knew that look. The regret in her green eyes, the pity. You knew what she was going to say even before she opened her mouth. It wasn't really surprising after all: fourteen months without any clues, without any new developments or witnesses? She wanted to drop the case.

"Listen, kid-" 

"No" you cut her off, your voice breaking no arguments, "whatever you're going to say, I won't accept it. I pay you, and you keep on looking for my sister. That's how this works. Let's not fuck this beautiful friendship of ours up." 

You added, only partly sarcastic. You were perfectly aware that, as closed off and damaged as you both were, you were probably the closest thing to a friend either of you had. 

And, for her part, Jessica knew that, if she didn't do the dirty work for you, you would be the one crawling up vents and climbing up balconies, sliding your way into seedy bars and even seedier alleys. You were stubborn like that. And truth be told, she had grown a little protective of you.

She pursed her lips, the wheels turning inside her head. 

"Well then," she finally proposed, "What about you pay me when I actually find something worth paying for?"

It took your drowsy brain a moment to process her words. You were ashamed of the moisture that found its way to your eyes, the knot in your throat that didn't allow you to let out anything more than a weak "Jessica" as a reply. But you were too worn out to be able to keep the emotions at bay. It had been too long since anyone had shown you that type of kindness, gratefulness was not something you were used to feeling. 

"I'm not giving up on the case," she promised, "but I'm not taking your money anymore. At least not until I deserve it."

She was telling the truth, you knew her enough to be able to tell that. If anything, she was going to work even harder to try and get the investigation moving.

"Thank you." 

You really meant it.

"Don't mention it” she shrugged, downplaying it, like every good deed she made. "Now get inside and get some sleep. You look dead." 

You did roll your eyes at that, missing her affectionate smirk as you disappeared through the door, muttering a laconic. "Yes, mom."

The darkness and quiet that greeted you inside your apartment felt like a soothing balm to your over stimulated mind, a much needed respite after your long, adrenaline filled evening. That was why you didn't even bother to turn the lights on as you let your backpack fall anywhere on the tile floor, stepping out of your sneakers and pulling your shirt over your head. 

The cold early morning breeze sent goosebumps along your skin, bringing your attention to the open window. 

You froze. You were always very careful not to let any windows open, Hell's Kitchen was a tough neighbourhood for a spoiled cat like your Selina to be out and about. 

A flash of movement at the corner of your eye was all you needed before your senses went haywire again, instinct kicking in as you jumped high in the air to twirl and land a kick to the back of whoever was in your apartment. But the intruder was expecting it, dodging just in time and turning around to block your punch. Getting a hold of your wrist, the dark figure twisted and pulled you forwards until you fell, back flushed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around yours in a vice-like grip, effectively immobilizing you.

"Easy there, Smokey." A way too familiar voice breathed against your ear, "you're going to hurt yourself." 

You stopped struggling against his grasp. Right. Of course it was him.

"Peter?"

His grip grew tighter for a moment, before letting go.

"Hello, Y/N."

Just like that, it all came back to you: The memories you had tried to repress, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury, washing over you like a flood, a tsunami hitting you hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs once again. As you took an unsteady step away from him, you prayed that Peter hadn't noticed. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Nice place," Peter ignored your question, choosing to casually pace your living room instead. "Bit of a downgrade from the upper west side, though…"

"Fine," you scoffed, turning to him, "you wanna do small talk? Let's do small talk: what’s with the edgelord look?" You pointed at his tar-black suit. 

"Biotech," the suit retracted from his face and head, reminding you of the nanobots suit he used to wear before Dr. Octopus destroyed it. "Do you like it?" 

You shrugged,

"Stark industries?"

He shook his head. 

"Horizon Lab."

Well, that was interesting. You knew the little, independent company owned by one of his ex-girlfriends had helped him manufacture a couple of special suits developed from his very own webs, after his emancipation from the Starks. But you had no idea they had reached such level of refinement, and you had a feeling neither did Fury. 

"You like it?"

"You look… taller," You noted. That wasn't the only difference; his hair was longer, wilder, his shoulders wider, his arms far bigger than you recalled.

"You look exactly the same," he countered, as open as he had always been. "Just as beautiful as I remembered…"

You sighed, tiredly. You didn't have the energy for that — for his charm, his candidness. What was more, you weren't prepared at all. 

No, you weren't prepared for this Peter. Your Peter. Not after what all that Fury had told you…

"What do you want, Peter?"

He leveled you with a look, his whole demeanor changing in the blink of an eye. 

"I could ask you the exact same thing…"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Y/N. Don't play dumb with me, it doesn't suit you." His sudden bluntness surprised you, but it was more along the lines of what Fury had warned you to expect so it didn't completely manage to throw you off. 

You crossed your arms, "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Really, now?" Peter took a step forward, towering over you. "You don't? Hanging out at my spots, patrolling my neighbourhood, taking down my thugs?" He enumerated.

"Your thugs?"

"The kingpin is mine," he growled.

"Since when?"

"You fucking know since when!" You tried to hide your flinch at his rising tone, but he must have noticed because a moment later, he was closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, visibly trying to get a hold of himself. 

"I thought Queens was your neighbourhood…" You spoke, trying to diffuse the tension after a couple beats had passed without him moving.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, opening his eyes, "I relocated."

"So did I…" 

"You did," he smiled. And just like that, he was back at being your Peter. "And you mean to tell me all of this." He pressed a button in his wrist, "isn't to get my attention?" 

A hologram version of Jade's video started to play in front of your impassive eyes. And you might have thought your carefully constructed mask of indifference gave away nothing, but Peter could see right through it. You didn't seem surprised to see the video and that alone was enough proof for him to confirm his theory. 

"Please, Smokey, security footage?" He smirked, "this isn't like you. You aren't this sloppy."

Another click and the video was gone.

"Well, this might come as a surprise to you, but everything isn't always about you." 

"Then what's going on?"

"None of your fucking business!"

Before you could react, the floor disappeared from under your feet, and your back hitted the wall with enough force to rattle the windows. 

"Like hell it isn't," Peter hissed, his weight pinning you upright. "Now tell me, what the fuck did you get yourself into this time?"

As you stared into his stormy eyes, heart racing inside your chest, unsure if the adrenaline coursing through your veins was because of the obvious threat in front of you, or for another reason entirely, you wondered exactly the same. 

Your tongue came out to moist your lips, Peter's dark pupils following the movement.

"It's been over a year," you breathed out, all the fight leaving you. It was too much, his sweet breath fanning over your face, every inch of his hard body pressed up against yours, overpowering you, the slick texture of his new suit against your bare chest… it was intoxicating. You had overestimated yourself. "Why do you even care?"

"I will always care about you," he confessed softly, just as affected by the closeness as you. "I will always want you…"

You closed your eyes, trying to get your erratic heart under control.

"Maybe I don't want you anymore, Peter." 

He pushed you harder against the wall, his forearm against your collarbone to prevent you from moving. 

"Don't do that," he whispered, lips ghosting over yours. "Don't torture me."

"Peter…"

BAM.

You fell to your knees, hard, Peter's body suddenly no longer supporting your weight. 

"Touch her again, and I'll kill you!"

"J-Jess?" 

"Hey, kid. You alright?" Your neighbour barely even spared you a glance over her shoulder as she placed herself between you and a newly irate looking Peter, slowly getting up from the rumble of splinters of wood and shards of glass that used to be your coffee table.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in confusion.

"I heard a noise," she deadpanned, eyes never leaving the dark cladded vigilante. But to your surprise Peter merely raised his hands in surrender, the bulk of his rage vanishing the moment he understood the woman in front of him was only trying to protect you. 

"This isn't what it looks like…" He tried to explain, but Jessica would have none of it.

"Yeah, sure" she scoffed. "Big guy, totally dressed, pinning a half naked girl to the wall in the dark... totally not rapey."

Peter flinched. She was right, he wouldn't believe himself either. 

"Listen, you're Jessica Jones, right?" Recognizing the woman in front of him, suddenly your choice in real state made a lot more sense. "I am- I was," he quickly corrected himself, "Peter Parker. Your friend, Matt Murdock, he knows me… look, I'm not- I'm not a bad guy." 

Even to his ears, he sounded unconvincing.

"Really?" Jess pointed at his black costume, "Cause you definitely look like a bad guy." 

"I… Y/n, help me out here," he threw you a pleading look but Jess moved to the side, blocking you from view.

"Hey, fuckface!" She snapped, drawing Peter's attention back to her, "the only reason I'm not kicking your ass right now is because of Matt. But if I ever see you next to Y/N ever again, I'll break every single bone of your body. Twice. Now get the fuck out of here, before I run out of fucking patience."

"Y/N?"

You sighed, getting up. Away from him, and with Jess there as a boofer between the both of you, you were no longer under the influence and could clearly see exactly how fucked up the situation was.

"I think you should leave, Peter." 

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indolence as he squared his jaw and turned away, letting the bio-suit close over his head again.

"I looked for her too, you know?" He admitted, before making his exit through the same window he had come in from.

You had no time to dwell on his words or anything of what had just happened, before Jess was on your face. 

"That was Peter? Your sister's boyfriend, the one you told me I didn't need to investigate?"

You resisted the urge to shrink under her look,

"Yeah…"

"You told me he was harmless. That did not look harmless!"

You couldn't really argue with that, so you didn't. Instead you gestured at her to be quiet, as you reached past her to pick up your phone, your landline phone, the one you had never bothered connecting. 

The one you knew was bugged.

With voice as clear and steady as you were able to manage, you spoke into the mic,

"Contact made. Awaiting further instructions." 

To be continued...

[writteninkat]

xii - overwhelmed

word count - 2,220

"if i love you was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?"

index

You walk towards the classroom with your palms sweating and your heart about to beat right out of your chest. You had just confessed to Katsuki thinking he also felt the same, but all he replied was a lousy 'you don't even know me'.

You furrow your brows, clenching your palms into fists in irritation. How am I so stupid? I came to Japan to prove myself and to that dumb father of mine that I can be a powerful hero! And yet here I am being swept off track by some lousy high school crush!

"Careful- if you stare any harder you're gonna melt holes through the walls." A tired and very familiar voice calls out feom behind you. You turn around, anger still clouding your head as your eyes fall on a violet-haired boy.

"Careful- if you don't do anything about your lack of sleep anytime soon you're gonna collapse." You spat back; suddenly everything around you vexes you. You send a mental message to everyone in school; today you're hot-headed, your patience is as thin as a hair strand and taking out your anger through physical violence seems like an amazing idea right about now.

"Jokes on you, I've been like this my whole life and I've never collapsed." He smirks, causing you to raise a brow. "Okay maybe I never collapsed from my lack of sleep."

"Look what the hell do you want?"

"Well- thought you looked pretty upset." He holds up two pastel yellow-colored papers. "And I just so happen to have two free ice cream passes for that new ice cream place right beside the campus." He takes a look at his watch, "We still have an hour and thirty minutes till the bell rings. What do you say?"

"And that idiot just says 'you barely even know me'" You wave your hands up, making a dumb face as well as a dumb voice to match, "like hello! I know I barely know you and that's why I feel so upset and conflicted right now! You get what I mean???" You huff back on your seat, shoving the small pink translucent teaspoon in your mouth.

Shinsou nods his head, eyes on his ice cream as he shoves a few scoops in his mouth. "Mmm- this banana flavor tastes amazing. You should try it." He offers his cup to you, making you frown.

"You're such a jerk! I thought you brought me here to let me vent out my anger." You frown, your eyebrows knitting together as you place your cup on the table, leaning back on your seat as you crossed your arms.

"I did. I listened as you vented out your anger to me and we're having ice cream but I never said we were going to talk about the situation." He points out, annoyingly unbothered expression resting on his face as he continues eating his own ice cream.

You look at him in irritation and silence for a few moments, trying to calm yourself before taking your little teaspoon and scooping a bit from his own cup. You shove the scoop inside your mouth, pouting. "The banana tastes amazing." You huff, expression still angry.

Shinsou chuckles lightly, the small smile actually lighting up his usually dark features. "It is, isn't it?" You've only ever met one person with a so-called 'contagious smile' and he was the funny boy you met at the park one day.

Ethan will have to share his spot in my list for 'contagious smiles'. You thought to yourself, letting a smile break your frown as you look down at your ice cream.

"Have you seen the new conjuring movie? It's pretty cool, a solid six out of ten." He shrugs. You shake your head, "I can't watch scary movies. I won't be able to sleep especially now that I live alone."

He raises a brow at you, "Oh come on. We can watch it together through video chat or something. I really wanna see you piss yourself while watching it." He chuckles, causing you to squint your eyes at him. "Is that a challenge?" You point your spoon accusingly at him.

"What if it is? You gonna back out? Loser?" He pushes jokingly, mirroring your squinted eyes. You bring your hand on the table in a fist, "Oh it's on."

Shinso walks you to your classroom just five minutes before the bell is about to ring. "How can I contact you?" He asks, doing the thing with his hand behind his nape as he looks away. "Here." You tug at his hand, writing down your discord account with a marker. "Call me after the sun sets. I'll be home by then."

He waves you good bye and you step in, almost completely forgetting about why you were annoyed so early in the morning. Your eyes fall on the blond boy, still looking angry as usual. His eyes meet yours for a fraction of a second before your looking towards your seat.

As you sit down, the bell rings and in comes Aizawa, tired as ever. "Today, you will all be choosing your hero names. This has a lot to do with the Pro-Hero draft picks and because you are only first years, any offers can be taken back before you graduate." He explains, pointing at a chart where Todoroki's, Katsuki's and your names are written at the top with thousands of heroes wanting to recruit you.

"You will all spend one week interning with the pro heroes you choose or those who chose you, depending on if you have multiple offers or just one." Aizawa continues to talk about the importance of hero names before Midnight walks in the classroom.

The class begins to cheer in excitement as they all are given boards and markers for their names. The cheering and yelling dies down in a few minutes but the excitement doesn't. You smile, feeling your heart throb at the innocent looks in your classmates' faces.

Each of you all are being called up to present your hero names and as your turn slowly comes closer, your palms begin to sweat and that feeling of not being able to stand properly hits you.

"L/n Y/n. It's your turn, come on up sweetie." Midnight calls for you, curling her fingers a few times. You stand from your seat, walking towards the front, keeping your eyes forward and looking anywhere but Katsuki's eyes.

You flip your board around. "I chose the name Tempest. It means a violent windy storm." Midnight claps her hands, "I love it! Basically telling the villains not to mess with the storm." She cheers, allowing you to walk back to your seat.

"So! Have you guys chosen an agency yet?" Mina asks, shoveling food in her mouth as Kirishima and Sero follow suit. You shrug your shoulders, "I'm having a difficult time choosing between Hawks' agency or Endeavor's agency. I want to work on my speed but then again, Endeavor's the number two. It'd be a waste to throw this chance away."

"And yet," Denki points his fork at you, "It's also a waste to throw away the chance of working with Hawks. I heard he's the youngest pro right now who has his own agency and is in the top ten."

As you were about to scold the blond for talking with his mouth full, Katsuki marches towards the table, setting his tray down before sitting down beside Kirishima. You look at the empty space beside you and your mood immediately turns sour.

Wow. Sure, he has the right to feel uncomfortable with my sudden confession but to not actually have some type of closure? You sigh, not bothering to finish your food before standing up. You slide your tray to Denki, earning a cheery mouthful 'thanks!' from him before you walk away.

You walk out the classroom upset, tired and hungry. Your mind races back to the tuna sandwhiches the cafe sold and your mouth immediately begins to water.

"Hey idiot."

All your food fantasies disappear the moment his gruff yet very warm and relaxing voice calls out to you. To make sure you weren't about to embarrass yourself, you look in front of you, searching for someone else only to be greeted by an empty hallway.

Slowly, you turn around, pressing your lips together as you look at Katsuki with the most nonchalant look you could pull, no matter how much you wanted to scowl at him.

"What's up?" You ask, mentally slapping yourself. What's up? What's up??? Who the fuck do you think you are to him, Kirishima??

He looks awaw, walking towards you. "They have new matcha cookies today. I checked before I got here."

You stand there, staring at him for a second, two seconds, five- ten- "Dumbass. Yo. Can you hear me?" Katsuki snaps his fingers in front of you, gaining your attention as he snaps you out of your daze- literally. "Well?"

As much as you want to say yes, accept his offer and just live a happy life, you didn't want to live a confusing one where you get hurt in the end. "I don't see why you have to do this, honestly." You look to your right, looking out the windows.

"We hang out, I feel like you're treating me differently than the others, I feel like I'm special to you, I recognize my feelings, and although I feel conflicted and upset I still confess my feelings to you." You grip onto your bag, "And you respond to me by what- telling me I barely know you?"

You look back at him, the corners of your lips pulled downwards sightly. "Katsuki I- I got the message, okay? Don't do whatever this is to me because from my point of view, you're leading me on cause you can't voice out or even figure out your own feelings." You motion your arms between the two of you. "If you liked hanging out with me, I'm sorry but I gotta keep some distance between the two of us before I go confessing to you again like an idiot."

You stand there, eyes dropped to the floor in silence.

Say something, you idiot! Fucking say something to me! Tell me how you feel- it doesn't matter if it'll hurt me, just say something!

"I'm sorry."

You look up at him, confused. His brows are knitted together in dejection as his shoulders sag momentarily.

You feel your eyes prickle with tears as you nod, pressing your lips together. "Okay." You click your tongue, turning away as you walked from the unnervingly quiet boy.

As you reach your apartment, the sun has already set, you're tired, your cheeks are stained and are still being stained with tears and your phone is blaring.

You answer it without another thought, Shinsou's tired and relaxed voice giving you a soft 'hey'. You can hold it in much longer as you break down into sobs.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, Y/n." He sounds genuinely concerned. You sob for a few moments, letting out all the emotion you've pent up inside you as you walked back to your apartment.

"I-I just-"

Another call interrupts the two of you, making you furrow your brows. "Hold on-" You sob, your eyes scanning down your screen to see your mom calling you. You put your call with Shinsou on hold, answering your mom.

"Hey mom!" You cheer, trying to act as gleeful as possible. "Hey baby! So I heard you have a boyfriend, your aunt Miwa sent me a picture of the two of you in the paintball place? I just thought maybe you wanted to know about that boy's abrasive and violent past?"

He's not your boyfriend.

"What- you looked into him?" You yell.

"Well I had to! It's my first time my baby has a boyfriend. Anyway, I don't mean to be that mom but I don't think he's a good fit for you, honey. He's bullied countless students in middle school and after observing how he acted in the sports festival, I don't think that boy changed at all." Your mother does sound truly concerned for you but everything seemed to be too much for you today.

Before you can even think of the sentences you want to say, you hear a knock on your door. You sigh, pacing towards it as you pull it open, brows furrowing in anger at the sight of your father in front of you.

"Y/n I just want a second chance-"

You yell.

You yell out your frustrations, your sadness, your hesrtsches, everything. Every single emotion you felt today just came pouring out as you yelled from the top of your lungs.

Your body falls to the floor as your limbs begin feeling like jell-o and your head begins to spin. You hear your father ordering his guards around frantically, but his words are all muffled and unclear. You begin seeing double- seeing two of your father really isn't helping right now.

"Hey, Y/n, baby keep your eyes open for me. I'll bring you to the hospital just-"

"Can all of you just shut the fuck up for a moment?" You whisper weakly before darkness swallows you up once again.

It's cold. It's dark. You're alone.

You're always alone.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Best Things ~ J.V. (part 12)

A/n: I would like to apologize for not marking warnings on each part like I should have been. I get too excited to post and skip over them on accident. I’ll do my best to add them from here on! Also, I was adding the warnings as I wrote but then they didn’t save so I tried to remember them as best I could. If I forgot anything, I sincerely apologize.

Warnings: Recounting past trauma (physical abuse, homophobia), explicit talk of death, badly handling others’ trauma, light smut (foreplay: slapping, choking, degradation, daddy kink, handcuff restraining, brat/dom dynamic, punishing, teasing, masterbation)

Word Count: 5200+

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The air was so thick with tension that a knife could have cut through it. No matter how much Harley was fighting his instincts to lounge and be himself - the self Jeremiah was used to, at the very least - he felt like he had to be the self he used to be. The one Bruce was expecting. Jeremiah knew Harley was trying too hard, and Jeremiah was far too easy to read - which meant that Bruce knew too. So Harley sat there trying to behave and Bruce sat there brimming with suspicion and pain and hesitation and Jeremiah sat between the two boys, wishing this had never happened and he could just escape the two brothers who seemed seconds from either running or fighting.

Echo, as if sent from God, walked into the room with a pitcher of water. They were at Jeremiah's instead of Wayne manor as Harley had absolutely no intention of being back there or anywhere near Alfred. The butler was far too good at accepting change, which meant that the man might pick up on the fact that Harley was no longer Y/n and the whole thing would fall apart. Honestly, it seemed like so much work. Harley wasn't sure why this plan was so important but Jerome was feeding off of it so Harley did it anyway because he'd said he would. If this is where Jerome lead, Harley would follow.

"So," Echo cut into the silence as she walked around pouring drinks. "How is everyone this evening?"

Harley smiled at her, amused. She was poorly hiding a sort of awkward expression that was dashed with a little humor. She was mocking them in her head; Harley could almost hear what she was thinking. A bunch of dumb boys sitting around a table unable to swallow their pride. Idiots. "Oh you know," Harley mumbled casually, shrugging. "Indulging." He motioned to his food but his words were obviously directed at the ambiance.

"Having a good time?" Echo asked.

"Not at all," Harley immediately answered with the same casual, chipper tone. Jeremiah choked on his drink as he laughed at the exchange. The humor delivered saltiness in Harley's voice and the passive aggressive mocking in Echo's had always been an exchange that could make Jeremiah chuckle at least a little. Echo and Harley were very good at banter and it lightened the mood significantly every time they went at it. After all, it was just in good fun. Bruce seemed to relax as a smile curled everyone else's lips. "So... Harley." His lips seemed to want to reject the name.

Harley's smile dropped. Hearing Bruce call him that made him uncomfortable. Not just because he was nervous about Bruce not calling him Y/n as he had all up until this point but because he had cut Bruce out of this new life very purposefully and now... he was in it anyway. "Yes?"

Echo sighed and left the room as she sensed Harley jerk back, even with her attempt to loosen everyone up. Jeremiah focused on his food. Bruce looked at Harley but Harley did not look back, instead choosing to stare at the door Echo had gone through. "Why Harley?"

That was an easy question. "When I was in Arkham, a few of the guards used to beat the shit out of me every single day to try and convince me to be straight." Harley looked Bruce in the eye when he said this, completely calm. He had long since gotten over it. "They even put me in isolation to keep me away from people who might protect me or care about me."

"Jerome." Bruce didn't form it like a question.

Harley answered anyway. "Yes. But see this is a smaller world than everyone thought and my therapist, Harleen Quinzel, became my friend instead. She's like me, but for girls." Bruce nodded, accepting that. "They couldn't kill me without having to mark me as a loss. That and they'd have lost their punching bag. To teach me a lesson, they killed her. And then made sure the TV that was never supposed to be on the news would be on the news, on just the channel and at just the time that would allow me to see her bloody, bruised, cold, dead body strewn out for the public to see. And no one gave a single shit because no crimes in Gotham get solved unless someone important is involved. And even then- well, you know first hand."

Bruce's expression grew very dark. "I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't," Harley purred, still eating as if he was talking about the weather.

Jeremiah has stopped eating. "People are really like that?" His voice was small and his eyes moved to Bruce, his hands tightening around his silverware as if picturing Bruce's face cold and dead and staring at him through a TV. Bruce felt his eyes and looked back to Jeremiah, but the red head averted his gaze to Harley instead. "I mean, people really act like that just because of... how someone loves?"

Harley nodded, swallowing the food in his mouth. It tasted like sand but he kept eating it. It made him feel powerful to while the others in the room had forgotten their food altogether. Although... Perhaps he hadn't chewed it as well as he thought because it felt as if it had gotten stuck somewhere along the way. A thick lump had lodged for a second and a sick feeling had settled in the bottom of his stomach. He hadn't thought about that image in so long... the daily bearings and the isolation and the one ray of light he'd gotten being extinguished and displayed because he had dared to be himself and therefore allowed her to do the same. Because they were different than how most people were.

"Do you know who did it?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah." That didn't seem to be the answer Bruce was expecting. "This isn't great table conversation," Harley eased, changing the subject. "But that is why I go by Harley. Do you like it?"

Bruce shrugged. "Do you still go by Wayne?"

Internally, Harley sighed. "Harley Quinn."

At that Bruce nodded. "You're not coming back are you?"

Harley laughed dryly. "You're not very good at casual, light conversation are you Brucey?"

"Don't call me that," Bruce snapped, body going stiff.

Rolling his eyes, Harley sat back in his seat. "Why not?" It came out harsher than Harley had meant it.

Meeting hostility with hostility, Bruce got angry as well. "Because that's what Jerome called me, and after how many times he tried to kill me it's not a name I like."

"Get over it," Harley sneered. "It's just a name and we're in Gotham. Trauma is kind of a part of life here. Adapt or get trampled."

Bruce jerked back. "Get over it? Since when are you...?" He trailed off, as if hesitating, before his face set and he finished his sentence with a much harder tone. "Like Jerome."

Harley felt his knuckles turn white. "Stop saying that like it's a bad thing." "It is!" Bruce hissed.

Harley shot to his feet, dropping his silverware on the table. Jeremiah flinched but Harley didn't notice. Bruce did. "Look, Jerome is fucked up and dark and broken. He doesn't have a grip on reality or know how to human because he wasn't fucking treated like one. He killed people. He was crazy and insane and unhinged and dangerous. Yeah! You know what else he was? He was understanding and accepting. He got why people lived their lives differently than he did and didn't really judge anyone, ever. He thought they were boring and chose to live differently, sure, but he lived to make people laugh and have fun. Maybe his sense of fun was fucked up, but he genuinely just wanted people to laugh along with him for once. He didn't hide who he really was. He wasn't ashamed. He didn't shun me and shove me in a corner and try to change me. He accepted who I was. He CELEBRATED me. I'd rather be with him than at this stupid fucking dinner or anywhere near you because I'm not some poor gay boy who needs saving. I'm strong and I matter and I FINALLY love myself, and you won't ever take that away from me because you see self respect and see Jerome because no one taught you that you are more important than everyone else. I refuse to sit here and let you try and turn me into some pathetic whiny brooding mess who's never happy because my priorities are fucked up. I won't be you. That isn't my goal anymore."

The room was dead quiet. For a long time, no one said anything. The brothers just stared each other down until Bruce shook his head. "Perhaps this was a bad idea."

Jeremiah pinched the bridge of his nose. "You guys are idiots." The other two in the room looked at the red head with shock. "My brother is dead, and honest to god it's a relief that he is. He's out of my life and I'm safe from him. I never had the chance to have a real relationship with him. I used to read the newspaper about your family and think that you guys were some kind of dream. Two brothers that loved each other despite everything and parents that were like... actually good people on any level." He sighed. "Obviously I was wrong. You're too busy trying to make him how he used to be." This he directed at Bruce. "And you're too busy hurting and bottling up your emotions and pushing everyone away to let anyone care about you or see the real you." This was for Harley. Jeremiah didn't stop when both other boys went to speak though. "Just shut up and make this work because you guys are the only true family you each have left. Harley, you grew up and I have to say you wear your changes very well. You're happier and sturdier and if someone isn't happy about that then they're insane. Right, Bruce?"

The Wayne boy hesitated before giving in. "Yeah. I am happy for you. I should have started with that. I just... I'm scared for you."

"Why?" Harley demanded, exasperated.

"Because I don't want you to become Jerome. I don't want you to end up like that. I don't want you to be some criminal, when you used to be the best person I knew. You said your life goal used to be being like me? No. I wanted so much to be like you. You couldn't speak about a huge part of you, but you accepted it with the knowledge no one else ever would. I refused to even look at the fact that I'm attracted to guys until you and Jerome got together and then..." his eyes shot to Jeremiah and then back. "Things happened and- and you were always so bright and happy and free. Like a bird in flight or- something." He shook his head. "You were inspiring, Y/n. Seeing you like this... it looks like you've been broken. And I just want to bring back that light you had before. When you seemed so much happier."

"I'm not broken." Harley looked at the boy who was supposed to be his brother. The boy who used to be his best friend before one lie after another had pulled them further and further apart until they were on completely opposite sides. Secrets had torn their relationship up into so many little bits it could never be repaired. They were just too different now. "I'm not lost or struggling. I'm just not... sitting there and pretending all the bad things aren't happening. The friends I have now actually like and respect me as a person, not just because I'm Y/n Wayne. I'm myself, proudly, and I wear my experiences as a reminder of what I can endure. Things hurt less. What you see isn't some poor boy waiting to be saved. It's darkness. And maybe that scares you, because you're used to hiding your darkness. But darkness, Bruce, isn't a bad thing. Darkness is what makes us who we are. Like everything it can be used as a weapon, but Darkness itself isn't dangerous. What you do with it is."

Bruce considered that for a long time. "That... is a good point."

Jeremiah released a breath. "So... truce?" The boys looked at each other before shrugging. Harley sat back down. Jeremiah seemed pleased. "Okay, now lets talk about something a little more pleasant."

"So you mean literally anything other than what any of us have been up to recently?" Harley sassed. Jeremiah shot him a look. "Okay fine whatever." He searched for some light conversation. "So you guys are like boyfriends now or what?"

That seemed to make Bruce and Jeremiah both blush and the air in the room cleared significantly. Harley pulled off being cheery and invested as he teased and prodded and asked questions and engaged. Things almost seemed like they used to be when Bruce and Y/n would sit with their parents and Bruce mentioned a girl and Y/n would go off about how he was going to be the best man or the world would surely end... but Harley wasn't Y/n and Jeremiah wasn't their parents. This wasn't Wayne Manor and as good of a server as Echo was, she wasn't a butler. She wasn't Alfred.

Under the light tone, Harley formed a plan. A plan he carried out as he and Bruce began to hang out more and more as time passed that night and stretched for a while. Jerome became nocturnal in favor of being awake when Harley finally returned at home. The boys would spend some time together and then sleep and then Harley would wake up and go out and spend time with Bruce and Jeremiah again. Slowly the time with the other boys began to cut into Harley's time with Jerome and both he and Harley were getting restless. They'd begun arguing about it.

"Stay in tonight," Jerome whined.

"Bruce wants me to come back to Wayne manor tonight." Harley sighed, an odd expression on his face. "I've finally earned his trust and am getting along with him - as much as it pains me. I think Jeremiah is talking to him when I'm not around, convincing him to behave and respect my boundaries. He calls me Harley and has stopped expecting me to be the person I used to be. I don't know, I think he'll be enough to convince Alfred though I might have to try a tad harder." He rubbed his forehead. "Soon I'm sure I'll be chummy with them again and that'll definitely lead to interacting with all of Bruce's friends - which will be a whole other adventure of its own."

Jerome huffed. "If you're going back to Wayne manor, won't Bruce want you to move back in?"

The thought had occurred to Harley if he was being honest. Where did he draw the line in being buddy buddy with his brother again? Where did he stop things? How far did Jerome want him to go? "Probably," Harley voiced, shrugging. There was a long pause. Jerome was more guarded than he usually was and it set Harley on edge. When the red head did speak, it was in a dangerously quiet tone. "Would you go?"

"W- would you want me to?" Harley was distracted by the way Jerome's Adam's Apple moved when he swallowed.

Jerome hummed. "So this is still about what I want?"

That made Harley defensive. "You think I'm dealing with my arrogant brother because I want to?" It had a biting edge to it.

"And what about my brother?" Jerome pushed.

Now Harley was confused. "Jerome I did all of this for you. To convince them you were dead so you'd be free to have some free time and then make your grand entrance whenever you wanted to. I did this because you asked me to." Jerome rolled his eyes. "You've been gone a lot. You come home... lighter. You enjoy your time with them."

"I'm sorry, you WANT me to come home miserable?" Harley sneered, his hands coiling into fists.

Jerome's eyes darkened. Harley realized what was happening. Before he could react, Jerome's hand shot out, fingers curling around Harley's throat. Jerome pressed his boyfriend against the closest wall, his face close and words sharp like knives. "You're getting angry again. Talking to me like that, as if I'm one of our dumb brothers or that blonde idiot Jeremiah carries around. You might have been gone for a while now, but SURELY not long enough to have forgotten to respect me."

Harley gasped, eyes fluttering closed. Jerome's grip wasn't dangerous but it could go that way if Harley wasn't careful. Jerome only ever got like this when he was frustrated. Usually when he was bored and wanted to do something other than sit around. To be fair, he was cooped up which was something he HATED to be. He hated feeling trapped. And on top of that Harley had been spending less and less time around the place. It was a miracle the redhead had behaved so long. Harley had spent more nights with Jeremiah, talking to Bruce so late into the night and fake catching up and playing nice that it was just easier for them both stay at Jeremiah's. Alfred had even gotten used to a simple text from Bruce letting the older man know where he was and that he was safe. If Bruce wasn't home by 10pm Alfred had come to expect that he wouldn't be back at all. It had become a sort of habit.

Perhaps Harley had been a tad neglectful.

He sighed, letting his guard down and releasing all the tension he'd gained from being around Bruce. Jerome didn't deserve this. "I'm sorry, you're right." Jerome didn't let up. "Oh so you shoot me puppy dog eyes and say sorry and that's supposed to be it?" Harley could feel his insides warming as Jerome grew closer, the air in the room slowly becoming infected with sexual tension. The sudden mood change was hard for Y/n to switch gears to, even though he was immediately eager. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

"I-"

Jerome's hand tightened on Harley's throat, cutting off any attempt to speak. "What was that?" Harley coughed a little as the initial shock took him off guard. His eyes fluttered but he could still breathe which is what mattered. "Come on, Harley. Come on, Y/n." Harley jerked at the name. "Is that what you want me to call you? Is that who you want to be?"

Harley wasn't dealing with that shit. His body jerked, arms wrapping around Jerome. He pulled hard, twisting to turn Jerome around so he'd have to let Harley go, or risk hurting his arm. As predicted, Jerome let go. Harley twisted their bodies with extreme force, pushing Jerome's face into the wall aggressively. "What the fuck did you call me?" He growled. The words were raw from his throat being a little sore. It made Jerome smile. "Answer me. Now." Harley let his free hand thread into Jerome's hair. He pulled, the red head squirming underneath him as it began to hurt. "I said, now."

"I called you Y/n," Jerome answered softly. His tone was half reluctance and half defiance. He didn't want to answer Harley like he'd been told to, but saying the name again did give him power.

Harley leaned back, pulling Jerome away from the wall just by his hair. He dragged him over to the bed. "Kneel. Now." Jerome was giggling as Y/n hurt him, getting off on the pain. "NOW, Valeska!" Jerome smirked, taking his precious time with following the order. When he was down, Y/n maneuvered his face into the bed. "Stay there. If you move, I will know and you will be punished. I will be back in a moment." He left Jerome there, ducking out of the bedroom to the trunk in the bathroom, shoved in the closet. He opened it, pushing around some things they'd collected in their time together. This was the stuff they used when things got more kinky. Handcuffs Jerome had gotten from cops even before he and Y/n were together. Rope from a construction sight. Some things were specifically from sex stores - stolen of course.

Ignoring most of it, Harley grabbed the handcuffs and went back into the room. He returned to see Jerome had indeed moved. In fact he was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. He was smirking at Harley, a dare in his eyes. The red head seemed to be expecting Harley to lose his shit, but Harley didn't. Instead, he got very still, thinking. That seemed to actually make Jerome nervous.

Slipping the handcuffs into his back pocket, Harley slowly approached Jerome. His eyes cut into Jerome's soul, his jaw so tightly shut that Jerome shivered. "What, you think you're going to look at me and-?"

Jerome didn't get to finish his sentence. Out of nowhere, unexpectedly, Harley backhanded Jerome, causing the sitting boy's head to snap to the side. The red head was shocked, but found his stomach twisting with the familiar sensation of arousal. This wasn't like when he was a kid. Harley was calm and controlled - even his hit was direct. There was a safety in the way that Harley controlled himself. Jerome didn't fear him. It left room to enjoy what was happening. Harley gripped Jerome's jaw, bringing the red head's brown eyes around to meet his. "What did I say when I left the room, Jerome?" Harley not using a pet name in a sexual situation made Jerome shift nervously. Was Harley actually mad? "You told me not to move."

Harley released a breath, smirking as he got turned on just by getting Jerome to answer his question without being pushed. When Jerome was being bratty, he refused Harley any amount of control. So when he let up even the smallest amount, it never failed to excite Harley. "And what did you do?" Unwilling to let Harley win twice in a row, Jerome shrugged. Harley slapped him again. The red head blinked, breathing sharply outward as he felt the stinging on his face. "I moved."

A hum came from Harley as he stood, crossing his arms. "You know I had to punish you for using the wrong name, but it was going to be pretty light. Now..." Jerome shivered under that look - like Harley was trying to figure just how to kill him. "I'm going to take your clothes off Jerome. If you fight me, you'll get immediate punishment do you understand?" Jerome nodded. Harley rose an eyebrow.

"Yes, Daddy."

That seemed to please Harley. He stopped glaring at least. First Harley removed Jerome's shirt. Then he gently nudged Jerome, and the redhead followed the flow and laid back on the bed. Harley then removed his pants, and his socks one at a time. Slowly. Jerome felt himself get antsy. "Do you want something, baby?" Harley asked evenly.

"I'm fine," Jerome responded.

Unfortunately for him, his erection gave him away. "You don't want me to do... anything?" Harley asked again, pausing to look at Jerome very carefully.

The redhead looked back for a long time, a battle happening between the two men. Jerome lost. "Jesus Christ Harley, touch me."

That got Harley to smile. "Ask nicely J, or I'm going to have to punish you." Jerome went to glare but Harley reached up, threading his fingers through Jerome's hair and pulling roughly. "Listen here bitch, I'm not here to mess around. You're going to listen to me or you're going to regret it, understand?" They had come a long way since having sex in a cell and trying to keep quiet. Back then, Harley had fumbled and blushed a lot and been overwhelmed very easily. Back then, Jerome would stretch out, getting comfortable as he bossed Harley around - a true power bottom. Or, he would top, and then he'd get very soft and quiet and affectionate... Well, compared to how he usually was when he was impossible to please and degrading to an extent that had driven Harley insane.

Now adays, things were different. There was a huge power play between the two men constantly, and endlessly pushing buttons. What would often happen was that Harley would be a bit of a brat but otherwise let Jerome blow off steam, unless it was a day that Jerome desperately wanted Harley to "take hold and ruin" him. A direct quote from the ginger. On those days, Jerome did what he did best: he kept talking. He said all the things he knew would piss off Harley the most, like calling him by his old name. He would make Harley snap and then Harley would retaliate exactly how he wanted.

Not today.

"Fuck, you're such a baby," Jerome grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I'm bored with you playing daddy, I already know all your moves and we both know that you're just going to give me what I want anyways. You're a soft top, Sweetheart." He was smirking, proudly flaunting the power he usually had over Harley.

Today though, Jerome had pushed him too much. After all the shit he'd gone through with Jeremiah and Bruce, hearing Jerome call him Y/n had pushed him in a way that had sent him over the edge. And if he was being honest, he had his own frustrations. He wanted to run free as much as Jerome did and break things and scream as loudly as he wanted and sock his stupid brother in his face any time he dare even mention Jerome's name in Harley's presence. He was tired of behaving. He was tired of feeling like some toy. He was tired of being used. He was really, REALLY fucking tired of being ignored, too.

Harley's smile was dangerous. Jerome looked at him, unsure of what was going through the other boy's head. "You know, you have a little too much attitude for someone who's currently desperate for me to touch him. You want something from me? You need to learn some respect." Harley reached over, grabbing Jerome's wrist and forcing it toward the top of the bed. It happened so fast that only when Harley had used one cuff to get Jerome's right hand, and then had threaded the second cuff through the bars at the head of the bed, did Jerome react.

"HEY!"

At the outburst, Harley didn't hesitate to slap Jerome again. The redhead gasped, body shivering. He would absolutely never admit it, but this kind of aggression had always turned him on, when he was comfortable with the person. He'd wanted someone to be like this with him for ages, but not many people were willing to go far enough to please Jerome Valeska. By the way Harley was looking at him right now, this time might be different.

"I didn't give you permission to speak. Granted, I didn't tell you to shut up either so I'll be forgiving, but if you shout at me one more time you will regret it." He gripped Jerome's other wrist, cuffing that as well. Now Jerome's hands were over his head, trapped by the cuffs and the bar. "If you want to say something, I want you to address me first. I will allow you to continue then. Or I will not." Jerome hesitated, then nodded, intrigued by this side of Harley even he had not the pleasure of exploring before.

What came next surprised Jerome. Harley didn't take him right there, rough and hot. He didn't move slowly around and tease until Jerome wa a desperate mess of begs and whimpers. Harley didn't touch him at all. In fact, he moved off of the bed completely. He left the room even, returning a moment with a chair. Only then did he undo his own clothes, only lowering his pants enough to allow himself access his erection. He didn't even pull his pants off all the way! Jerome felt completely exposed, tied up and naked for viewing pleasure, when Harley was so far away and completely dressed.

To Jerome's intense frustration, Harley sat down on the chair and began stroking himself, eyes on Jerome. Harley's eyes were wide and lust blown, his tongue flicking out every once in a while to wet his lips. After a while, his eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted back just a little as a small moan came from him.

Jerome shifted. He was getting uncomfortable with how long he'd been hard without being touched, and watching Harley be like this was not helping. Jerome really liked to be involved in sexual acts. He had gotten rather pouty anytime Harley was caught masterbating, and there had been an unspoken rule that Harley didn't really restrain Jerome for stuff like this. If Harley wanted to be touched, Jerome would touch him. They both preferred it that way. This was ridiculous, and frankly rude. Jerome wasn't going to give Harley the upper hand. This was a low blow and he wasn't going to let Harley get away with it.

As Harley continued though, getting more into it and completely ignoring Jerome, it was becoming increasingly hard to keep his mouth shut. Trying to play it off like he didn't care as much as he did, Jerome finally spoke up. It had seemed an eternity for him, but it had actually only been a few seconds and Harley had to swallow his smile to not give himself away. "Okay Harley, very funny. Let me touch you. I'm sorry I called you the other name. You know I can do this better than you can. Let me out." When Harley continued to ignore Jerome, the cuffed ginger raised his voice. "LET ME OUT!"

"Why?" Harley growled, eyes finally on Jerome again. "Because you told me to? Because you asked me to?" He stood, pulling his pants up again. "I'm not your little bitch Jerome, you're mine. You want to kill someone? Fine. You want to steal or break something? Fine! But you don't call me by that name. You don't mess with me, because I'm all you got. If you want me to leave, you ask like a big kid."

Jerome's lips twitched, slowly rising into a smile. "Are you actually mad at me?"

Harley grinned. "No, not really." They both cracked up, losing it for a few extended seconds. Then Harley cut off and Jerome faded into quiet, soft chuckles as Harley began to speak. "I respect you, J. My little joker." He moved towards the bed, caressing Jerome's cheek. The ginger leaned into the touch, his eyes closing. He fed off of the contact, as if it was a drug or he was starving and the gesture fed him. Harley smiled softly. "You gotta respect me too. You don't have to piss me off to get me to break you, joker. All you have to do is ask me nicely, like a good boy. Do all the bad things you want. But not to me."

A sigh escaped Jerome, and then he finally gave in. "If I behave will you let me out? I want you to touch me. Please."

That pleased Harley. "That's what I wanted to hear." He leaned back a little, eyes scanning Jerome's exposed body. "I will let you out. And then it's time to play for real." His eyes glinted with a darkness that made Jerome jerk in expectation. Needless to say, Harley didn't disappoint.

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Story Tags: @wanna-plan-world-domination​

[zuffer-weird-girl]

It's Valentine's day 💌🌹🌹🌹🌹💖💌

He never once thought he would be actually enjoying and, dare he say, even waiting for this special date.

The holiday was utterly stupid in his eyes. Bunch of couples around the streets, anywhere actually, showing their supposed 'love' towards each other. He felt sick and the urge of vomit or to overhaul those things.

Love was dead. No one was pure or even honest about thosr things. Is a complete waste of time, pacience and money most of all.

... that was what he always thought until he met a certain angel who just barged in his life.

You were the only one who actually made him feel something. Something good, swert but not nauseous, suffocating but not deadly... ever day he found himself craving more and more for those things you and only your angelic and pure person can do.

He wanted to give you the world, the skies, hell. Everthing. You deserved the galaxy.

Ever since you two got more intimate you made him promise to go easy on his gifts and attempts to spoil you... although yoy couldn't escape this one.

Valentine's was made for partners to waste theur money and he was going to expend thousands billions of yens if he wanted to.

It was a day where he could show his love for you in gifts! What's better than that? He always sucked at words and affections but gifts he knew it very well.

He woke up on that morning, already in hopes to get out of the room without waking you up before his eyes widen at seing your side empty.

"What the fuck?" He mumbled as he sitted up while grabbing his mask.

Where did you went? Most importantly. HOW did you get off from the bed without wakening him?

His questions were soon answered when he heard your giggles and turned around to see you laying with one side of yours on the door frame, with a adorable and beautiful smile at him.

"Good morning buttercup, slept well?" He sended daggers through his glare and ignoring his pink as hell cheeks at that disgusting pet name.

"What the hell you're doing awake brat?" He grunted before getting up to grab one of his shirts.

You walked towards him before pushing his shoulder a bit to the side while you lowered his mask down to plant a kiss, giggling at noticing hos gis breath had hitched on his throat.

"Happy Valentine's day!" You chirped with a smile "Ah don't worry I brushed my teeth handsome, no morning breath."

He growled while pitching the bridge of his nose in false irritation.

"Stop with those pet names, is embarrassing and disgusting to gear those atrocities leaving your mouth."

"Hey, I'm allowed to do this all day cutie." He flipped your forehead with a 'enough' while you giggled.

"When you're ready can you come to the kitchen for a bit? I thought on maybe bringing you on here but... It would be messy." You scraatched the back of your neck while he deadpanned at you, shirt still on his hands.

"..congrats." he mumbled while finally putting his shirt on "You have a brain."

He smirked underneath his mask at your pout and the way you mockingly poked your tongue out before lefting the room.

He cursed hinself for thinking already on innaproprietate things the moment he saw that pink muscle of yours between those lips he loved so much.

Later Chisaki Kai. Later. For fucks sake what he had become?

He slowly made his way through the halls of the house, smirking at his cellphone at seing his demand would be delivered at least on the afternoon.

One of the many gifts he would be giving to his angel.

Although the smirk had quickly fallen while he saw the table of the kitchen mainly filled with things that he liked.

No. No you just did not-

"So?" You singed besided him "Whacha you think?"

"Angel I just despised you and love at the same time what the hell did you do to me?" You errupted in laughter while he only glared at you with a 'I'm serious'.

Angel: one, devil: zero. Not for long though.

Right after you both had breakfast he went to his office and demanded that you followed him as well. On the middle of thehallway he stopped walking besides you only to be behind your back and cover your eyes with his big and gloved hands.

He pushed the door with his foot carefully, whispering huskily on your ear to keep your eyes closed as the wamrth of his hands dissapeared on the dark.

You heard some shuffling before you felt those hands again undressing you slowly.

"Hm already for dessert devil?" You giggled at the scoff and the quick pinch he gave it to you.

"Shut your filth mouth." He grumbled as he placed another type of fabric, you shivered at the cold feeling of the new material enveloping your skin.

"Take a few steps and..." he standed behind you to admire the clothing for a bit on your body as he crossed his arms "Open."

You gasped at seing the familiar clothing. You and Chisaki were hanging around one day and you just had stopped to look at one black and shiny elegant dress on the showcase, and as a little accessory a purse coming along.

You had joked about how expensive and waste of money it would be for anyone but you also made the mistake on saying the sentence 'is pretty beautiful though. Wish I had the money for those things."

The moment you also joked about going into meeting aling with Kai while wearing those didn't really helped. And you were genuinely shocked when he only nodded before returning to his walk.

You thought that he had stopped that tendency of looking at you only einfow shopping and straight forward just going to buy it... ok, you were wrong. He was still doing that.

"Kai!" You gasped breathless as he only had that smug look.

"Also here." He picked a two boxes on his desk, one smaller than the other "The ones you had were getting old."

"A new laptop and cellphone?! Kai you're insane?!" You asked in disbelief almost dropping the electronics on the ground.

"No. I'm close to being, if Im not already, a sociopath. But I am completely san-"

"You know what I meant! Kai oh my god please tell me these three are the only ones, you surely wasted a lot of money on tjose already!" You said in worry as you looked at the prices of the devices.

The worst of all is that... your "old" laptop and cellphone weren't exactly old and were working pretty well... and your botfriend just bought you the newest one on the marketing.

"I won't lie to you." He said simply, blocking the possible facepalm you were going to do with his own hand. "You will hurt yourself like that."

~

Jesus Christ you felt like you were going to combust.

Chisaki REALLY WENT OVERBOARD on this. He had payed for everthing one week before the valentines and the more you thought was over the more it came the expensive and luxurious things.

You blushed crinson red when you saw a pair of lingerie, not expecting Kai to bought THAT in specific. You almost dropped dead when he showed you some swiss chocolate; although you giggled at his cuteness when he taste it the sweet things and his eyes sparkled a bit at the taste. Present after present and you were getting slightly anxious.

"K-kai?" You said smilling but worry still evident on his box while he signed on some paper before getting a box out of Chrono's hands with a nod while looking at you.

"Here dearest." He showed you the box and you had to gulp down the desperate screan you wanted to let out "You said once how those dishes were adorable or something related, so here is the whole dinnerware set."

You sighed with a smile before picking the box and placing it down, your boyfriend arching one of his eyebrows at your action before you looked up at him.

"There's more?" You asked while crossing your arms.

"A few yes but-"

"That's enough Kai." You interrupted, quickly smilling at seing his face "My devil I love and appreciate with all my heart all those things, how you listen to me and pay attention to every detail. But-" you laughed before pointing at the boxes "T-This is way too much! Kai you can't just buy anything that I mention it and almost drow me on gifts."

He sighed in annoyance before pinching the space between his eyebrows.

"Angel, this is all for you. Money is not something you need to worry about anyway, besides, you already did the breakfast without my knowledge... I just want you to have everything you deserve." He brough his hand down while he looked at you with something else in those golden eyes. "Is it that wrong?"

"Is not wrong. But it is when you go over board. Kai, buying me expensives and lots of things wont make me love you any more or less." You took a few steps only to be inches away from gis toned chest as you stared uo at him "Can we just be... casual? There's going to happen a meteor rain and I would love to watch it with the love of my life..." you lifted your hand up and hesitated to touch his face before you smiled warmingly at seing his gloved hand holded yours. "Honestly? Is all I ask. You with me is the best thing I can have."

He seemed in deep thought at a moment before he sighed in annoyance, messing with your hair as he mumbled his agreement... secretly loving the way your eyes widened and shined in adoration at him.

~

You were indeed a quirkless unique angel. And only his.

Every one in your place would have savored it, taken advantage of the situation while greedily accepting what a yakusa member could offer...

Yet here he was, simple clothes along with yours... sitted on the balcony with mugs of tea on hands, you staring at the dark but shint sky as his fazed remained fixed on your features.

Pure. You were pure from this sick society. Having you in his kife was like a damn blessing and a readon for him to live... you showed hin feelings that he thought it didn't exist it, nothing more than stupid fairytales, and also gave him another reason to keep living... to keep working just as hard as ge could.

To bring the yakusa back fron the shadows and keep his angel safe and sound. Those were his motivations... Pops and you were the only ones kind enough to accept him.

And he was going to repay you both for that. Curing this sick world was one of the many things he was going to do...

But for now... he just would admire the work of art he had on his side.

Your giggles made him arch a eyebrow as he took a sip from his hot drink.

"If you keep staring at me you will lose the show you know, is going to happen soon!" You turned around, your flying along with the breeze of the night making you shiver for a bit.

"I told you to get a coat on idiot." He sayed nonchalantly as he took of his iconic green jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

"Now you will-"

"It's fine." He interrupted as he almost touched your foreheads together "I don't get cold."

"Liar." You pouted mockingly before giggling a it when he pinched your cheek.

You thanked the heavens that you got a shower before nightine or else you wouldn't be able to feel those affectionate subtle touches of your boyfriend...

He was always so straight forward with his despise of touch, but thise were the moments where you recorded scenes like earlier today... where you had to escape like a damn ninja from a mobster iron grip on bed as he slept peacefully.

You gasped when you saw the first oe s falling, getting a bit away from Kai to point out in the skies like a toddler on a candy or toy store.

"Kai Kai! Look! Is starting!" You jumped in exciment on your seat ehile Chisaki only looked up for a few seconds, widening his eyes a bit before returning it back to normal...

He looked down at your smile and the way your eyes shined at seing the natural show... he swore that on that moment he fell even more for you.

He smiled sincerely, not taking his eyes off from you. You noticed that and turned with a mocking smile.

"Hey you're not paying attention! Is going to end soon!" You gasped in surprise when he cupped your face on his hand as he lowered fown his mask, smile still on his lips.

Screw the stars, this was a sign of heaven. Chisaki's smile could cure even the worst of diseases.

"What happened with my 'I don't give a fuck' face boyfriend?" You asked while melting on his touch and love gaze.

"You should be the one answering this... you made me fall for you angel. And I surprisingly have no regrets." He brushed his lips against yours before closing the fisgusting distance along with your desperation to feel his scent and lips connected with yours.

Just when things were getting... hotter a knock interrupted you both, causing you two to groan.

"Sorry to bother ya love birds but the package of thousands roses came Overhaul."

You blinked before glaring playfully at him, while him just sended Mimic back and to jot come back until tommorow.

You both had things to get done.

[sleepyxdarling]

Found pt3 (a dadmic story)

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL IMPLY SEXUAL ABUSE!! IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUBJECTS PLEASE DON'T READ IF IT'S BETWEEN **!

You felt warmth and felt blinding light as your eyes slowly opened only to meet worried green eyes. As an impulse you launched forward and slammed your forehead against the teacher's which caused you both to groan in pain as he fell back.

"what was that for?! not nice bubbles!" Despite having hit him you could tell he wasn't really Angry just worried and this made you even more nervous than normal. You noticed he was in all hero attire..weird?

"where am I? Why were you watching me sleep? W..why am I wear different clothes?! What is going on! I swear if you touched me I will-" you were cut off by a long sigh from hizashi.

"you're at my pad..you passed out and I had to put you in the water before you dried out. I had to change your clothes cause you changed back in the middle of the night and didn't want you to sleep in wet clothes....plus it was cold" you can tell the loud hero was holding back and trying to be calm and reserved.

This actually made you smile and you figured he wasn't a bad guy..maybe you can trust him.

"can..can I hug you?"

This question shocked you as you stared at the teacher. You could tell he wasn't used to asking this and felt awkward. After hesitating for a few minutes you gave a soft nod only to fall back on the couch from hizashi hugging you so tight.

This was too much for you and caused very unpleasant memories to form. You tried to block them out the best you could but you couldn't stop it..god you wished you could stop it.

**

"be a good boy [name]"

"stay quiet [name]..you want a good grade don't you?"

"I'll be gentle"

"you look so feminine"

**

You shoved hizashi off you as hard as you could before sitting up fast with sweat pouring down your face. Your hands were shaking as you looked down in pure fear.

"I..I thought I was ready..I thought i could handle it. Why am I not ready?!" You felt a deep embarrassment flooding your body. You felt like as a guy you were supposed to be tougher than this, what kind of hero gets panic attacks from skin contact?!

You felt like an idiot for freaking out and when you looked up you saw hizashi with the most concerned look one can have. He has his hands in his lap while now sitting on the ground looking a little out of his element.

"Ah kiddo..hey it's okay you don't have to get over awful stuff so fast y'know?" You can tell he was really trying here. You felt better knowing he was at least trying to help so you let out a deep sigh and tried to relax your nerves.

"whats the agenda for today?" Your firm tone made the teacher perk up before he gave a huge smile before he hopped to his feet and crossed his arms "school! Me, you, and the principal! Don't worry your favorite teacher talked down your punishment"

Despite present mic's eager tone you were terrified but after changing into your now dry uniform and having to sit in mic's car and listen to him belt out songs you were soon sitting in the principal's office listening to nezu speak.

"running away from school, hurting a teacher, acting out in awful behavior.. normally you will be expelled but you are to stay in your dorm for two weeks..suspended"

You couldnt accept this! You hated your dorm since you felt like a Total stranger in there with class 1A. You couldn't help but jump to your feet to protest to these terms.

"please! Don't let me stay in that dorm! Please! I'll stay anywhere else! Please please! I'm begging you!" Your plea was desperate and this surprised the principal for sure but he figured he can negotiate with you.

"well you don't have any family to stay with..so I'm not sure if we can find a suitable place for you"

That statement broke you a little but you kept it strong. You sat back down quietly while gripping your pants in anger..you didn't even know why you were angry.

You would have to stay in the dorm with those weirdos..you couldn't handle it..they are all so physical and always so curious about you. You could feel your anxiety increase just thinking about it..how they just forced their way in your dorm room and looked around with no care.

You felt as if a weight was being pressed down on your chest..everything was getting muffled and fuzzy. You were going to completely zone out when a loud voice snapped you out of it.

"sir! Let bubbles stay with me! I'm a trustworthy adult! having a student stay somewhere they don't belong isn't really cool" present mic's loud suggestion surprised you for sure and you stated at him as if he was insane.

"that is...if you are okay with that? What do you say..[name]? Wanna stay with me for a while?" The loud teacher kneeled down infront of your chair and was speaking in such a soft manner that it seemed like he was a different person.

"stay with you..? Are you sure?" You had to question him about it. You didn't want to be a bother..or even a charity case. You wanted mic to say yes cause he liked you for who you were but as you thought about it you let out a bitter laugh..who could even like you for who you were? You were an awful brat and the only place you deserve to live is on the streets.

Your mind got filled with dark thoughts as your vision darkened and things became colorless..nothing mattered..this was going to be the same as your last school..you were along in all this..forever.

These thoughts filled your head as your eyes became soulless but a single warm touch made you perk up slightly as you looked at the warm green eyes infront of you.

"hey..don't check out quite yet there bubbles. I would love if you stayed with me wouldn't you? How about after school I help you get all your things..then maybe we order some food and watch really bad movies? Or play video games? Hell we can do whatever you want..just don't blank out on me alright?"

His warm hushed tone made you feel..weird. your chest felt warm and for the first time in a while you actually felt at ease to feel another human touching you. You couldn't help but feel like someone actually cared about you..someone cared! You knew this but you still wanted to hear him say it.

"present mic...do..do you care about me..? I mean..I won't be a bother right? You aren't doing this to feel better about yourself right?" You had to know and you couldn't even look at him while asking this question. You were worried about offending him but you heard him laughing before arms wrapped around you tightly.

"are you kidding?! You're my favorite kid! I mean my other classes are fun..but you are the best! Of course I care about you! Come on bubbles don't ask something so depressing!" His cheerful voice and tight embrace actually made you tear up.

You gripped the teacher so tightly as if he would vanish if you let him go. You his your face in his neck while starting to cry your heart out. All those bottled up emotions just pouring out of you and you felt like present mic wouldn't judge you for it..you felt safe.

Present mic simply gripped you tight while running his fingers through your hair to try and sooth you. He watched as the principal gathered papers for the teacher to sign before simply walking out the room to give you both space.

After what felt like a while of crying you slowly pulled back and wiped your now puffy red eyes and red runny nose. You rubbed your eyes so hard that they burned but you felt slightly embarrassed...were guys Allowed to cry? It wasn't manly at all and you felt like it made you a wimp but you noticed that mic himself was tearing slightly.

"your shirt is all wet cause of my tears..shit sorry" you couldn't help but look away while grumbling but felt a hand ruffle your hair which made you huff and glare at the teacher.

"it's fine bubbles! Hey why don't you grab some food at the cafeteria and wait in my room while I sign some paperwork huh? After that we'll train for a bit since you won't be seeing your other teachers" this made you playfully groan

"so I'm stuck you with?"

Hey now! Don't be so cold there bubbles! I'm still your favorite teacher!"

You couldn't help but smile as you hopped out the seat and walked towards the door

"yeah.. you're my favorite..thanks mic"

You then walked out the door while hizashi was googling adoption papers and both mentally and physically crying. He wasn't sure if it was possible to love someone this much...but he simply adored you and at this point wanted to adopt you on the spot!

[riidcr-archive]

@illtakeyourthrone​ asked:  "You could rattle the stars, you could"   

         For  the  longest  time  in  his  life      Eugene  took  pride  in  his  accomplishments——      no  matter  how  wrong——     it  felt  good  in  the  beginning.       This  time  however,     it  was  different,      it  felt  great,      felt    right.     And  yet  he  seemed  to  wonder  about  the    reason    behind  such  a  feeling  when  only  a  few  months  ago  his  mind  was  almost  made  up  about  giving  up  from  attempting  on  reaching  this  goal.      There  was  a  lot  to  prove  in  order  to  fit  in  but  Eugene  no  longer  desired  a  reputation  or  a  fortune,      he  would  have  settled  with  something  more  simple.     This  wasn’t  bad  either.      Though,     a  part  of  him  wishes  if  the  road  was  a  little    easier. 

       ❝ Captain  Eugene  Fitzherbert.  ❞      the  title  still  foreign  to  his  tongue.      The  old  Captain  had  said  it  so  suddenly  and    confidently    that  it  took  him  aback,      not  only  for  thinking  that  he  would  never  give  him  that  position  but  for  the  man  being  still  determined  about  this  choice    even  after  all  that  had  happened.      There  was  a  whole  ceremony  planned,     and  yes,     the  new  Captain  was  happy.      But  as  any  event  in  this  new  life  goes  Eugene  found  himself  wanting  to    leave    much  sooner  than  he  and  Rapunzel  usually  do.      The  new  uniform  wasn’t  the  cause  of  the  sudden  need  for  air      (  for  he  was  rarely  ever  comfortable  wearing  anything  formal  for  a  long  time. )      there  was  simply  a  lot  to  take  in  and  he  needed  some  time  alone  to  process  it.   

         With  everyone  gathered  in  the  palace  it  was  easy  to  find  an  empty  spot  away  from  the  crowd.      The  guards  that  stood  by  the  wall  were  positioned  elsewhere,     and  so,     he  had  been  sitting  there  undisturbed  for  a  while.      His  feet  didn’t  take  him  any  further  than  that,      crossing  that  wall  felt  like  breaking  a    promise,      he  wouldn't  leave  Rapunzel  behind,      they  were  in  this  together,      but  in  spite  of  all  their  attempts  they  had  almost  fallen  under  the  pressure  and  allowed  it  to  tear  them  a part.      He  remembers  that  day  as  if  it  had  happened  yesterday,      the  fear  of  losing  her  and  the    guilt,      the  pain  was    nothing    compared  to  his  guilt.      Eugene  didn’t  linger  much  on  that  thought,      or  the  fact  that  his  leg  had  healed  completely  by  now,      he  wanted  to  put  this  behind  and  do  better  next  time,      knowing  that  there  were  more  challenges  to  come,      and  hopefully  they  would  face  it  better  than  they  did  then.   

         It  wasn’t  long  until  Rapunzel  joined  him,      she  may  have  ramarked  something  about  the  fact  that  he  was  Captain  now  but  his  attention  was  taken  by  her  arms  that  encircled  his  shoulders  in  greeting.      ❝ Missed  me  already ? ❞      came  a  light  tease  with  a  quick  kiss  pressing  against  her  cheek  before  he  moved  a  little  so  she  could  sit  by  him.      ❝ Sorry  I  went  without  you  this  time,      you  looked  like  you  were  having  an  important  converstion  with  your  dad.  ❞      he  said  then  added:      ❝ Besides,     I  can’t    steal    the  princess  on  the  first  day  as  Captain,      gotta  set  an  example  and  all. ❞      the  former  thief  joked  with  a  small  laugh.   

         Unlike  what  she  may  have  thought  he  wasn’t  out  here  to  watch  the  stars.      Actually...     he  only  seemed  to  remember  they  even    existed    when  they  were  mentioned,      no one  could  miss  seeing  how  clear  and  bright  the  sky  was  tonight      (   yet  there  was  a  doubt  if  he  would  have  bothered  to  look  up  even  if  he  wasn’t  so  lost  in  thought. )   Still,      light-browned  gaze  moved  at  the  reminder,       away  from  a  tender  smile  to  the  scenery  above,      why  did  it  seem  to  him  as  if  he  was  seeing  them  for  the  first  time ?

       ❝ There's  this    story...  ❞      he  spoke  after  a  moment,      breaking  the  silence  softly   ❝ about  god-favoured  heroes  and  beasts  who  earned  a  place  amongst  the  stars  as  a  memorial  of  their  deeds...      I  was  only  a  kid  when  I  heard  it,      and  after  that  I  remember  spending  many  nights  looking  up  there  and  telling  myself  that  one  day  I'll  find  my  place  with  them  too.      Maybe  I  had    high  hopes,      or  maybe  I  just  needed  to    belong... ❞      he  thought  with  a  sigh      ❝ but  I  don't  suppose  thieves  and  liars  fit  in    anywhere    to  begin  with. ❞      as  happy  as  he  should  have  been,     Eugene  only  found  bitterness  when  he  stared  down  at  his  hands,      hands  that  took  away  more  than  they  ever  gave...    how  could  someone  like  him  be  regarded  as  a  protector or  a    hero ?    

          Nevertheless,      his  doubts  seemed  to  quiet  down  when  smaller  digits  tangled  with  his  own,      palms  pressed  against  one  another,      offering  a  sense  of  safety.      She  never  left  him  empty  handed  or  incomplete,      one  of  her  many  simple  acts  of  love  but  what  made  it  feel  so    fulfilling    was  knowing  how    genuine    it  was,      it  was  enough,      more  than  enough    for  someone  who  knew  so  little  about  the  heart  and  its  secrets,      hence  why  it  seemed  as  if  his  own  would    burst    when  affection  came  with  words  so  loving  and  sure.      Even  now  he  couldn't  comprehend  the  reason  behind  her  unwavering  faith  in  him  and  what  he  is  capable  of  doing,      Eugene  could  have    laughed    at  first  for  him  being  worthy  of  his  place  sounded  as  a  joke,      but  her  expression  told  him  everything,      her  words  were  sincere  no  matter  how  exaggerated  they  sounded  to  him...    '  rattle  the  stars '      could  he  really ?      What  an  amazing  story  that  would  have  made...   

          Silence  fell  over  him,      as  he  found  himself  little  baffled  by  the  princess'  response.      ❝ What  a  thought... ❞      he  smiled  slightly       ❝  But...   I  don't  want  to  prove  anything  to  the  stars  anymore,       well,      not  all  of  them  anyway,      there's  only  one  star  I  have  my  eyes  on,      much  brighter  than  all  of  them  combined,      and  I  don’t  have  to  do  the  impossible  to  find my  place  with  her,      because  she  accepts  me  for  who  I  am,      and  the  best  part  is...    I  know  she  loves  me  just  as  much  as  I  love  her.  ❞

          Eugene  couldn't  deny  that  he  doubts  himself  still  and  thinks  so  little  of  himself,      but  it  didn’t  mean  he  didn’t  have  faith,      it  lay  elsewhere,      with  her,      them  and  the  life  they  were  building  together.      ❝ I  don't  understand...      why  you  believe  in  me  so  much,      honestly,      you're  the  only  one  who  ever  did... ❞      he  mumbled  as  his  hold  tightened  around  hers      ❝ thanking  you  doesn’t  feel�� like  it’s  enough  but  I'm  greatful  for  everything  you've  done.      If  you  think  about  it,      I  wouldn't  be  here  if  it  wasn’t  for  you.      I  could  rattle  the  stars,      I  could  do  it  with  you.  ❞.

[thecosmicsleep]

How We Love

Y'all don't want my opinion, but I'm gonna give it to you anyway.

I am so sick and tired of reading posts like this one saying that our generation doesn't know how to love. Like there is any one right way to love, first of all. Second of all, why are we labeling not wanting anything serious as "love?" How in the world was somebody able to coin a concept like that and get away with it?

Love hasn't changed. Having more than one partner doesn't mean love is different, it just means we're coming to accept other aspects of it. I am not an "old soul" because I am in love with my boyfriend and taking our relationship seriously. I have had relationships where my partners were serious, and I tried to take our relationships seriously, but in the end I knew they weren't going anywhere. You can't tell me that taking my own best interests into consideration was me actually being in love. No.

Do not cite higher divorce rates as an excuse to say we don't know how to love because that is not what that statistic actually means. We have higher divorce rates because we are allowed to separate if something about the relationship isn't working. It's not someone giving up because there is a minor conflict. Divorce is because neither person could reconcile their differences. Maybe they love each other, but not enough or not in that way anymore to keep the relationship going. Maybe they were in love at one point and now they absolutely despise each other. In the long run, if something isn't working separation/divorce is best for everyone involved, especially the children. Yes, it's hard on them, but it's better than them growing up thinking being in love is fighting all the time or being passive aggressive at each other. It's better than them having the wrong idea of romantic love and writing it off completely. (Note: This is describing those who experience romantic attraction. I am in no way trying to erase aromantic people.)

Do you want to know why there are people who get married and get divorced? Because we're taught as a society that if there's love at all, to any degree, then the next step is marriage. We are taught that there is one true love (meaning only one type), so if you love the person you're with that's all you need. The concept of such a thing is so ridiculous to me. If that were true, we wouldn't tell people important to us that we love them. The phrase, "I love you," would be reserved for someone you are in love with and only then.

Let me try to explain it a little better. I mentioned before that I love my boyfriend, right? Almost everyone says that about their relationships, so I'm nothing special. I bet you're even trying to calculate when you think my boyfriend and I will break up because obviously I am wearing rose-colored glasses and being naïve about this. Maybe you're right, only time will tell really, but I'm pretty sure you're wrong. Here's why: I am IN love with my boyfriend, I don't just simply love him. I love him, of course, but I am also in love with him. I see a future with him. When we fight, I can't imagine putting up with anyone else's anger or trying to come to an agreement together. We don't stay mad each other for long because we never want to leave things unresolved between us, we are trying to make this work between us. We have misunderstandings and we might try to drag the other down to our level during those, but we always come back to each other in peace in the end. We are not too proud to admit when we are wrong. I can tell you that he says he's in love with me, too, but I can only say it. I am not him, therefore the only things that I can put my trust in (other than his word) is how much effort he puts into us.

It's most likely that everyone just wants someone to blame. You were in love, but your partner wasn't, so obviously it's their fault. Obviously, they don't know how to love and because you've only dated people like that, then our generation has a very different kind of love. We've somehow changed it to suit our needs. Except, it's not like that. They ran at the first sign of conflict because they didn't want anything serious, but you did. It's what we all do, look at others, place blame on others, when we should be looking at ourselves.

Love is about trying. There is no fairytale magic ending, it is not a blissful dream where nothing bad ever happens. You were willing to try because you were ready for that, because maybe you date to get married, to find the one. So far, you've found people who don't do that. They date to have fun. Friends with benefits is a phrase because we put such pressure, such stigma on romantic relationships. I'm dating you because I want to marry you. Nuh-uh. We can date and not be serious, we don't have to move too fast. Those of us being criticized tend to be young, we have all the time in the world to find the person we want to try with.

Stop trying to make us grow up too fast. We are not required to make something of ourselves or to have children. Let us be our ages. We only have one life, stop making us squander it because you keep forgetting that your experience is not universal. You cannot control anyone but yourself, let others love how they love. Or let them not love how they want.

The world is not tailored to you.