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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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Hi!! I love your Clarisse fan fics so much <3! I was wondering if you could right one with very very sweet reader being in a straight toxic/abusive relationship and she just takes it but never tells anyone. Her and Clarisse where enemy’s but secretly loved each other. Than one day reader was walking around with a bruise on her face horribly covered in concealer but if you were looking for something you could still see and Clarisse did, but not at first, she was coming up to you to bully you but than she saw the bruise and she got all upset and reader was confused because Clarisse always bullied her. Reader just brushed it aside and walked away but left her dagger at the table, so when Clarisse returned it she saw your boyfriend through the window smacking you in the face and she lost it. She didn’t even knock on the door she just bursted in and she didn’t want to make you upset so she grabbed you boyfriends arm and dragged him out to the forest and beat the living shit out of him. She ran back to see reader and comforted her and it ended up with both of them confessing their love for each other and maybe some fluff or smut towards the end, you choose! 💕💕

Thank you!!

Not talking bout boys

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Daughter of Aphrodite! Fem! Reader

An - yes reader has a bf them being a lesbian in the fic is important side note I have a smutty Abby fic and a cute fic for clarisse coming out on Valentine’s Day so look out for those two

CW - abusive relationships, dyke is used, religous trauma

Everyone knew who you were. You were a beautiful charming daughter of Aphrodite as well as the vice councilor for the Aphrodite cabin.

You were a sweet heart, always being the first to show the new kids around camp, ready to help settle disagreements and you were well known for being someone anybody could come to for relationship advice.

Ironic.

People would often tell you how much they wished they had a relationship like yours. Your boyfriend Logan a son of Athena. Brains and beauty that’s what everyone said about you.

Funny thing about people is that they never saw what happened behind closed doors. You tried not to blame him but it was hard not to.

Laying on the floor of the empty Aphrodite cabin your held yourself up with your hands, your tears dropping on the floor after he hit you, why? It could be for anything today however it was because you wore a too revealing top that attracted attention, attention that Logan didn’t like.

“Really?! How many times do I have to tell you to get it through your dumb fucking head huh?” Logan yelled at you, kneeling down he forced your head up. He glared at you for a moment before letting you go, grabbing you softly and hugging you. “I’m sorry baby” he kissed your shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby you know I don’t like hitting you but sometimes it’s the only thing I can do to get messages across” he frowned gently holding your face, his personality doing a complete 360 from before.

“I know” you whispered. Leaning into his touch you couldn’t help it. Something felt off however, his touch made you feel dirty and guilty, the furthest thing from love yet… yet you still forgave him and felt as though you needed him.

——

Days normally blured together, with mornings going normally with you slowly doing your makeup mainly because you wanted to look your best but also because you needed the extra time to cover the bruises — dozing off you hadn’t realized you used to little yellow concealer to hide the purple of the deep mark.

After about an hour you walked out of your cabin, walking towards the dining pavilion for breakfast. Being shoved to the side you watched as Clarisse softly laughed with her siblings clearly mocking you. “It’s impolite to not say excuse me” you softly spoke fixing yourself shirt.

Turning around she looked you up and down. You felt her gaze linger for a moment before turning more serious. “Go get your share I’ll catch up” she ordered at her siblings. Once they started to leave she harshly grabbed your chin turning it so your cheek was In direct sunlight. “The hell is this” she carefully examined the mark

“Nothing” confused you looked over at her slightly offended by the circumstances. “Besides why would you even care”

“Because I can— How the fuck did you get that bruise on your cheek? Someone deck you or something” she sarcastically laughed. Immediately you shook your head denying it. “No no I uh, I fell”

Clarisse looked down at you for a moment, taking her thumb she caressed the sensitive bruise. “Whatever… just be more careful” she let you go before leaving you alone, irritated and.. flustered?

——

You laid in bed looking up at the ceiling not able to think.

Reaching up to your chest you softly took the cross necklace, something your father had given you before you arrived at camp.

Thinking about your dad always brought bad memories, how he forced you into the church. The snobby kids and the religion forced down your throat. Not allowed to ask questions or question anything. But the thing that stuck with you the most was the treatment of gay people.

You personally had no problem with them, the gods themselves seem to be fine with homosexual relationships but… why did it always feel so weird to you. You knew things were different about you but this time you didn’t mean being a demigod.

The way you viewed your boyfriend vrs well.. clarisse of all people made you confused. When you were with Logan you didn’t feel the same butterflys as silena would constantly brag about getting with Charlie. When you kissed it felt forced, how his hands touched you it make you want to rip your skin out.

But..

How clarisse had grabbed your chin today… you rolled over and silently groaned into your pillow.

Clarisse the same girl that would shove you. The same girl that made fun of your archery skills and called you weak for being kind. The same girl that would gently run a hand around your waist when you were in line for food… clarisse the same girl, who looked at you differently from everyone.

Why did you feel like this, why did she out of everyone make you feel like an idiot, a love sick idiot at that.

You groaned once more into your pillow, not realize how loud you were until one of your sisters threw a throw pillow at your head telling you to sleep.

Laying back down on your back You Just looked back up at the soft pink ceiling. Sure you had always thought women were pretty, and while it was true you found yourself thinking about them how you should think about Logan— there was no way you were gay.. you had a boyfriend you were straight.

A straight girl

A… straight girl

——

A few days had passed.

You had been sitting inside the armory looking around as you waited for your daggers sheath to be repaired. Walking back you bumped into someone.

Before you could fall you felt a strong hand grab your waist, looking up you saw the curly haired girl who haunted your dreams.

“Watch where your going” she pushed you up helping you regain your balance.

You felt your cheeks turn red, “uh thank you” tucked some hair behind your ear embarrassed. Clarisse nodded taking note of your outfit of a camp shirt and shorts. She rolled her eyes. “Yeah whatever”

Charlie had decided to walk over finally “hey, sorry look were a little backed up but I can Promise your sheath will be fixed tonight alright?” He asked, You nodded before you could speak however clarisse scoffed “That’s bullshit, fix her sheath now”

“I just said i couldn’t”

“Whatever we both know it’ll take you five minutes—“

“It’s Fine Clarisse i don’t mind waiting” You looked up at her placing a hand on her forearm.

You smiled at Charlie as you walked out the armory. You left embarrassed by how clarisse had stood up for you, but also how you had touched her and how she allowed it.

Once you were gone Clarisse looked over noticing your dagger laying on the table. She swore you would loose your head if it wasn’t attached to your neck. “Fix her sheath now”

“Cl—“

“Did I stutter?”

——

You found yourself inside the Athena cabin with Logan while everyone else was at the bondfire, his siblings making teasing remarks as they left. He just shook his head before looking back at you. “Hey there sexy” he grinned, you stood between his legs with his hand on your thigh.

You cringed slightly but smiled. “Hey” playing with one of his blonde curls you felt his hand travel towards your ass. You grabbed his hand pulling it away “not today.. please I just really am not in the mood for it”

Logan rolled his eyes dramatically taking his hands off you and turning to face the books on his desk. “Of course” he complained.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked confused crossing your arms. “You know what it means— every-time we’re alone you don’t want to do shit I’m fucking over it, what’s the point of having a girlfriend if she doesn’t even want to make out with you”

“I’m just not that good of a kisser I—“

“Your a daughter of Aphrodite your good at everything love related, know what can you just stop with this bullshit” he stood up aggressively making you flinch back some. “Stop what” you looked down to afraid to meet his eyes.

Logan grabbed your chin harshly forcing you to look at him, it made you think back to clarisse how when she grabbed you it was almost gentle. You looked to the side and for a moment it was quiet, thinking he was done you heard Logan let out a scoff like laugh.

He pushed your head away. “Fuck you”

“What?”

“You know what you fucking slut.” He stepped towards you. “Can’t believe i didn’t realize it sooner” Logan continued to shake his head in disbelief. You tried to stand up for yourself but all you felt was a harsh slap met your cheek not even a moment later.

“Your disgusting, I see how you look at the other girls at camp— clarisse fucking la rue to be specific, I notice how you let your eyes wander on her, I bet you wish she was with you now huh?! I bet you wish she was the one who was kissing you huh?!” Logan tightly grabbed your face once again, tears brimming around your eyes. Trying to shake your head he just continued. “You disgust me- what would your dad think huh? To know his previous daughter was a fucking dyke

Logan jerked your head up forcing you to look at him before he hatefully kissed you.

It felt like forever, until you were suddenly dragged out the cabin. Looking up you saw clarisse having a tight hold on you.

It came back to you slowly, clarisse kicking open the door, shoving Logan into his bunk making him hit his head and now here where she started to take you across the camp

Her firm hold on your hand made you blush. It hurt how much you liked her and how much you knew you shouldn’t.

You watched as she yelled for everyone out of the ares cabin, letting out a string of offensives if anyone had something to say. Once they were gone it was quiet.

Clarisse led you to her bed setting you down gently before taking your face in her hands while examining the condition of you. “How Long” she mumbled.

“2 months after we got together” you quietly replied looking down. Clarisse pulled you into a hug, keeping a loving hold around you.

“I’m going to kill him” she tightened her grasp slightly, pulling away you shook your head “no, please I don’t want anyone knowing”

“Knowing how he treated you like shit”

“Knowing that I’m a fucking hypocrite clarisse!”You yelled, Clarisse kept quiet as this was the first time she’s heard you cuss. “Don’t you get it! How am I supposed to act if people find out that my entire relationship was toxic when im the one person most all people go to for love advice huh?! I’m a daughter of Aphrodite I’m supposed to be the person people admire! Imagine how embarrassing it’ll be to have people know I let my boyfriend hit me! And how the hell am I supposed to face anyone even my own father if they know im..” You choked on your tears leaning Into clarisse crying. She held you close not wanting to let go.

At this point you didn’t want to be anywhere else but in clarisses arms, where you didn’t feel forced or threatened you just simply felt loved.

——

You silently laid beside clarisse, just looking quietly into each-others eyes. Calmed down from your breakdown, You watched as she reached out fixing a piece of hair from your face. “..can I ask a question” she whispered. You nodded leaning some into her touch. “Are you.. are you gay”

After sone silence you nodded once again. “Yeah.. im not sure what I would be but.. I know for a fact I don’t like men” you admitted, a sense of anxiety washed over you. Clarisse continued to hold your face with an unreadable expression. “So a lesbian?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I guess so, I don’t really know much about queer identities anyways..”

“If You don’t like men Why did you bother to date Logan?” Her tone was sweet but confused. You couldn’t help but smile at the well known angry girl was now holding you with such care it made you feel butterflys. “I’m ashamed to be like this.. I’m not supposed to be a lesbian but I… am”

Before you noticed it, clarisse had leaned in kissing you. It was a quick kiss with her pulling away after a second. She muttered an apology while trying to leave, you however grabbed her before you could think bringing clarisse into another kiss, however this time it was longer and loving.

Sitting on your knees with your he daughter of ares fit in an awkward position you still continued to kiss her. Everything from before left your mind, how disgusting it felt up even kiss your boyfriend or now ex boyfriend, all you could think was how much you loved this girl.

Pulling away you kept your face close to clafisse. “I don’t understand.. I thought you hated me”

“Hated you.. really?!” She pushed back fixing her pose to be more comfortable. “I’ve been flirting with you this entire time”

“You Call shoving me around and calling me names flirting?”

“Yeah I—.. Look i don’t know shit about flirting but i thought it clear i liked you”

“No clafisse not at all” You laughed before moving to sit on the girls lap to kiss her. “Whatever it still worked Didnt it! Your here in my bed kissing me”

You lightly hit her with a smile. “I hate you”

“No you don’t” she laughed back kissing your cheek before looking at you, almost like she was trying to prove how much she loved you through just her eyes alone.

———

The following morning you had learned that Logan was currently in the infirmary with a long list of injuries you couldn’t even Name and your new girlfriend clarisse who was now being punished by Chiron. Aswell as the Ares cabin having a new found protective stance on the Aphrodite cabin

——

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saviorellie · 2 years

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gentle.

pairing : eddie munson x reader

pov : third person , she/her pronouns

word count : 1,235 words

warnings : depression mentioned, unstable parental relationship mentioned, eddie being the sweetest ever (definitely needs a warning), friends to lovers, crying love confession!!!

notes : eddie munson the latest love of my life! here’s a cute lil eddie blurb after some inactivity!

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what was eddie’s love if not gentle?

pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck while she’s studying, stopping to tie her shoes if he notices one is undone, painting one of his nails in her favorite color. all the things that made eddie, her eddie.

and they weren’t even dating.

the love that they had for each other was unanimous, but they were both blissfully unaware of the special spot they held in each other’s hearts. being best friends for 8 years, their falling in love was bound to happen eventually. but they didn’t know that they would be so oblivious when it did.

eddie thought that eventually, she would see that the kisses and the hand-holding and the special softness he held only around her weren’t just because she was his best friend. he loved her, needed her. he needed her on his good days, his bad days, days where he felt less than. and in return, she needed him maybe more than he needed her.

on days when her parents were fighting, days when she was too tired to brush her teeth all she wanted was to hold and be held by eddie. she needed his reassuring back rubs and the sweetest i love you’s whispered in her ear.

today was one of those days. the taunting at school and the teasing at home had finally gotten the best of them. needing each other now more than ever.

and so there she was. in tears on his front steps, knocking so softly she wondered if he had even heard it. and of course, he did.

the door swung open, revealing eddie in his pajamas. it was barely 4pm. he had skipped hellfire, skipped band practice. he was too tired to pretend that he cared today. and despite how tired he was, how drained, all he wanted was to be in her presence.

“hi, angel,” he said softly, noticing her tears.

she hiccuped. “hi, eddie. can i…” she trailed off because she knew that he knew what she wanted.

he opened the door wider and gently guided her inside, shutting the door behind her.

they both just stood there in his living room for a moment. her arms tucked under her armpits, guarded and closed off, tears streaming down her face. his arms at his sides, open and welcoming, eyes brimming with worry. and then she looked up at his face. her eddie, standing there having a horrible day and all he was worried about was her.

it finally hit her. and she broke.

she all but ran into his arms which wrapped around her almost immediately. she was sobbing, wetting his shirt, mumbling incoherently. but he didn’t care. she could flood his trailer, send it floating down the streets of hawkins and he wouldn’t mind.

“shh, baby, it’s alright. i’ve got you,” eddie whispered into her hair. he didn’t know if she could hear him over the sound of her cries, but he hoped she did. the reassuring back rubs were present and they helped her calm down, just like they always did.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m so sorry” she gasped in between cries. she pulled away from his grasp to look at his face. his eyes were filled with worry, with tears.

“y/n, it’s ok. really, i don’t mind.” he was confused. she had broken like this in front of him before. but, yeah. it felt different this time.

“n-no eddie. i’m sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t see it. i didn’t see that you were hurting while i was busy and distracted with other things, other people. god eddie, i’m so sorry.”

he wiped her face, tucked her hair behind her ear, searching her face for any sign of what she was thinking. “angel, what are you talking about? i’m sorry, i have no idea what you’re apologizing for.”

she bit her lip, trying to form the words she’s been wanting to tell him for so long.

“god eddie, i love you. i’ve loved you since i was 14 years old. but you were so busy with hellfire and corroded coffin and selling that i didn’t even think you had time for me. i didn’t think you had time for a girlfriend. i’ve told you that i love you so many times over the past 5 years with so much meaning behind it, wondering who would be the first to say something. well, this is it. this is me saying something. i love you, eddie munson.”

eddie’s mouth was agape, the tears that has been threatening to spill earlier were falling down his face. he just looked at her. so many words were bouncing around in his brain; he didn’t know how to form a proper sentence.

so, he kissed her.

he had kissed her before, “friends can kiss sometimes” they would say, but this was so much different. this was pure passion, pure love, and pure admiration for the person on the other end. their lips slotted together like they were made for each other. like he was made for loving her.

he was sobbing by this point, tears that would not stop. he started pressing soft kisses all over her face. her cheeks that he loved to pinch when they were teasing each other, her nose that he loved to poke at when she was pretending to be annoyed with him, her eyelids that covered the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

“jesus christ, y/n,” he looked at her, eyes spilling with love, chuckling softly at her flushed face. he didn’t know whether her rosy cheeks were from her crying or him.

he pressed another kiss to her lips. “i love you. so much. i’ve been waiting for you to say that you love me like this for 8 years. since the day we met. god, i didn’t know love like this existed.” he was smiling sweetly at her, his dimples showing. she wanted to put her finger there and keep him smiling forever.

“please, y/n. let me be your boyfriend. let me do this every time that i see you. getting to love you would be the honor of my life. i’ll beg on my knees if i have to.”

her eyes went wide and then she was laughing at him. he took that as a sign to do what he promised. so he got on his knees.

“please, baby, please,” he took both her hands and kissed each knuckle, “i’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

she was pulling at his hands and laughing as he let her pull him off the ground. “get up, please. that’s what i’m asking of you.”

he smiled and wrapped her up in his arms again, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “is that a yes? you gonna let me be your boyfriend?”

she smiled softly up at him, bringing a hand to cup his face. “hmm, ‘this is my boyfriend eddie’ does have a nice ring to it.”

they were swaying as they spoke. “it does doesn’t it. been thinking that for some time.”

she laughed at him and her eyes might as well have been heart-shaped. “yeah, eddie. i’ll let you be my boyfriend. you gonna let me be your girlfriend?”

“baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

and he kissed her again and again. and he will for the rest of his life.

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abbyromanoff · 1 month

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Hi! could i request a one shot (or whatever) of nebula (gotg) it can be fluff or smut idm!! tysm!:)

IS THAT A YES?

PAIRINGS: Nebula x reader

WORD COUNT: 995

WARNINGS: angst, Nebula being insecure, fluff overall tbh, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

You yawned as you walked down the halls to your headquarters, your head throbbing slightly as you made a mental note to take some painkillers soon. You were more than ready to rest by now considering your long day of training with Star Lord and Rocket, along with their constant bickering and nitpicking between one another. You swore you were like a mother at this point, and none of them could deny it.

You stopped when you spotted Mantis appearing her head into Nebula’s room, causing your eyebrows to raise in suspicion. You stepped closer with each step holding less sound than the one before and suddenly placed your hands on her shoulders, causing her to jump before nearly colliding her hand with your cheek.

“Relax, Mantis, I was only scarin’ you.” She shushed you with a finger to your lips, and you squinted your eyes at her action. She rolled her own and continued to listen in on the conversation that was mumbled but just barely heard.

“What is going on-“

“Shh! Gamora and Nebula are talking.” She whispered, and her antennas began to light up as the two went on.

“And you’re eavesdropping, why?” You couldn’t deny your peaked interest now that Mantis had brought it up.

“I’m not eavesdropping…I just- I felt something and I was interested.”

“Right, so, eavesdropping. Got it.” You were about to walk away and continue on with your night until you got clear of your name. You stepped backwards into your original position and came closer to the door where a small crack was left, you were surprised you two haven’t been heard.

“It’s not that difficult, Nebula, if you like them just tell them that.”

“That is easy for you to say, look at you,” You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard the girl's voice lowly speak. “You are much prettier than I am. Besides, how am I to know if they are interested in, well, people like me?” You felt a small tug at your heart as you heard the sadness in her tone, and you wanted to simply rush in and hug her tightly like she deserved.

“Listen, you like Y/N, correct?” You heard Gamora stand from the bed. Your eyes widened as you heard the secret revealed and a small blush began creeping upon your cheeks.

“Of course I do.”

“Then you need to do something about it. You’re not going to get everything you want by doing nothing, you need to work for the things you want. You’re gorgeous, and I’m sure they know the same thing, so don’t convince yourself otherwise just because you’re afraid.” She spoke, giving herself a moment before stepping towards the door unbeknownst to you. She opened it and raised her brows when seeing the two of you standing there, causing Mantis to freeze before running off while you stood still. She closed it behind her, giving you a knowing look and gesturing towards the door before going in the same direction that your friend had.

“Wait, Gamora,” Before you could finish your sentence, the door opened once more, only this time a different person was behind it. Her eyes widened just enough for you to notice and you gulped as you placed your arms across your chest nervously.

“Hey, uhm…what’s up?” She didn’t respond, instead returning to her previous spot in her room while you followed her slowly.

“So, how’s your day going?” You never once saw her nervously place her hands together but for the first time, you did. You felt horrible for following Mantis’s actions now considering the impact it had.

“Nebula, can you answer me? Please?”

“You were eavesdropping on me and Gamora.”

“I- well, not exactly eavesdropping,” You rebutted your previous claim, causing her to turn and face you now and you could see her face in full beauty, it elicited a smile across your face.

“You were listening in on my personal conversation, that is eavesdropping, Y/N.”

“Okay, fine, I was eavesdropping, but Mantis started it! Besides, that’s not the point. I think you know what I’m going to say, Nebula.” You bit your lip anxiously and took a stride forward, now unable to meet eye contact with the woman at hand.

“You know, I like you too. Like, a lot, actually.” She raised her head quickly, her arms falling at her side and her emotions seemingly unreadable.

“You’re being serious?” A breathy laugh was let through as you nodded.

“Yes, I’m being serious. I’ve liked you for a while, probably since I first laid my eyes on you.” She suddenly stalked towards the near empty desk in her room and grabbed the singular item. She toyed with the tulip before thrusting it forward and into your chest as you questioned her with an eyebrow.

“I heard you talking with Drax about how much you missed some Earthly items, so when we landed and I spotted this flower I thought of you instantly. I don’t know how long it will last, but hopefully long.” A smile cracked at her lips as she spotted yours arising again.

“Nebula, that- that’s so sweet of you. I…thank you!” You hugged her tightly, your face resting on her neck while your arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” You spoke as you realized the closeness shared between you two, and you tried leaning back until you felt her hands on your lower back pulling you in slowly.

“I thought you didn’t like people touching you?”

“I don’t, but you’re not the same as anyone else.” A moment passed by with the two of you only standing so close to one another that your personal space had forfeited into nonexistence.

“Will you go on a date with me, Y/N?”

“Where?”

“I do not exactly know, maybe in here, maybe in your room. I do not mind, I just want to be with you.”

“I would want nothing more.”

#nebula #nebula x reader #nebula fluff #nebula angst #nebula comfort #nebula marvel #nebula gotg

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samasmith23 · 2 months

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How Goro Akechi effectively serves as a dark foil to the Phantom Thieves' brand of rehabilitative justice

So... I understand that Goro Akechi is a pretty divisive character within the Persona 5 fanbase (especially his pre-Royal incarnation), but I have to admit, I honestly found his backstory and role as a sinister foil to Joker and the Phantom Thieves to be legitimately intriguing.

I loved how during the palace mission on the cognitive yacht of the corrupt ultra-nationalist politician, Masayoshi Shido, it is revealed that Akechi is not only the true culprit behind the mysterious wave of mental shutdowns & psychotic breakdowns that have occurred throughout the background of the entire game (including the deaths of both Futaba’s mother, Wakaba Isshiki, and Haru’s father, Kunikazu Okumura) but that he is actually Shido's illegitimate child!

Essentially, Akechi was the product of a dubious affair between Shido and a sex worker whom the former later discarded when he discovered that she was pregnant, driving her to depression and suicide shortly after Akechi's birth. Akechi spent his entire childhood being passed around as a “problem child” between various foster homes (highlighting Japan’s problems with how the country treats its orphaned children) before later being granted the power of the "wildcard" persona as well as knowledge of the Meta-Verse by the false god of control, Yaldabaoth.

While Akechi was a societal outcast similar to the members of the Phantom Thieves, he took the wrong message from his experiences. Akechi misguidedly believes that the only way to truly oppose the status quo that looked down upon him is to not only become a part of it (i.e. caring only about his good grades & celebrity status) but to destroy everything that he hates by reducing himself to Shido's right-hand assassin in the Meta-Verse, perpetuating mental shutdowns & psychotic breakdowns to Shido’s political enemies simply to get some semblance of recognition & validation from his abusive father before exacting revenge on him (whilst exploiting his "ace-detective" celebrity status to "solve" the crimes that he himself committed).

Essentially, once Shido finally became prime minister Akechi planned to whisper the truth about being the former’s illegitimate child, telling Shido that he was only able to get where he was due to the son he abandoned and labeled as a potential “political scandal” before murdering him.

Despite Akechi and the Phantom Thieves' mutual dislike of Shido however, Akechi is so fixated on vengeance that he does not care about the innocent lives he ruins and destroys in the crossfire to satisfy his own personal bloodlust. Instead of legitimately trying to reform society like the Phantom Thieves do, Akechi becomes a pawn of the very same systemic corruption that was responsible for his initial suffering. Akechi cares only about his own hatred & jealousy instead of empathizing with others who were also victimized by society’s ills. That is why when Joker has his rematch with Akechi on Shido's Yacht in the meta-verse, the two are visually juxtaposed between Joker standing strong alongside his teammates & friends, while Akechi remains alone, confused & angry. While there is a part of Akechi that regrets his horrible actions and even recognizes the potential for him & Joker to be friends due to their similar backgrounds, he's too far gone into his obsessive vendetta against Shido that he refuses to turn back and now desires to kill the Phantom Thieves in a misguided attempt to ease his internal conflict.

During the boss fight with Akechi in Shido's Palace, the detective prince repeatedly dismisses the Phantom Thieves' efforts to appeal to his common senses, believing that concepts like friendship and teamwork are foolish "cliched bullish*t... in this eat or be eaten world." While this attitude of Akechi's might seem unrealistically cartoonish on the surface, it actually makes sense when considering his background of being unfairly labeled as a "throw-away child" by Japan's foster care institutions. YouTuber LadyVirgilia goes into far greater detail about this in her excellent The Truth About Goro Akechi analysis video. There, she states that an overwhelming number of Japanese orphans are incapable of being legally adopted due to impoverished parents voluntarily relinquishing them from their care while still maintaining legal guardianship over them. Additionally, LadyVirgilia discusses how violent hierarchical power structures often form among the children within these foster homes, with younger orphans sadly being subject to bullying & abuse by their older peers.

While these facts are not explicitly stated about Akechi's backstory within P5 Royal itself, they can easily be heavily inferred due to the game's heavy emphasis on exploring themes related to Japanese sociocultural issues. The institutional failings of Japan's foster care system (combined with Shido's abandonment of his son while he was still in the womb), ultimately contributed to the development of Akechi's warped perception of the rest of the world. Due to being dismissed as a "throw-away child" and being forced to grow up in an institution that is unfortunately subject to high rates of systemic abuse & neglect, Akechi spent his entire life feeling unwanted & loved. Ideals such as friendship & companionship became foreign and unrealistic concepts to him due to having experienced nothing but society's cold & uncaring apathy. Consequently, Akechi became deeply jealous & hateful toward the rest of the world, misguidedly compelling him to want to prove his superiority over the rest of society by manufacturing his status as "the celebrity ace-detective and honors student who ultimately brought down Shido." But when Akechi encounters the Phantom Thieves and befriends their leader Joker, he begins to experience his first genuine bond of companionship. While Akechi maintains a legitimate appreciation toward Joker, he is simultaneously confused & unable to fully process these newfound feelings, becoming envious of Joker's ability to rise above his similar status as a societal outcast to befriend & protect others like himself. Consequently, Akechi projects his own failings & inability to legitimately rise above his tragic upbringing beyond his false celebrity status onto Joker & the Phantom Thieves, cruely dismissing them as "the trash of society" and blaming them for interfering with his revenge plot against Shido.

This empty & hollow existence that Akechi chooses to live is further reflected by the sole two personas that he utilizes during his boss fight: Robin Hood, who represents Akechi's false celebrity & law-abiding gentleman facade, and Loki, who embodies Akechi’s true personality as a deceitful trickster & psychotic murderer.

I personally couldn’t help but find all of these elements to be rather interesting & insightful about Akechi’s role as an antagonist/rival to the Phantom Thieves. It honestly highlights the tragic nature of Akechi's situation, since while he had the potential to utilize his deductive knowledge & skills as a "wildcard" Persona-user similar to Joker, he instead allowed himself to be consumed by his own hatred & madness. In contrast, while Joker was also abused by Shido by being wrongfully sued for “assault” when he tried to stop Shido from sexually harassing a random woman, Joker now fights against the systems of authority that criminals like Shido represent to prevent similar abuses of power from ever occurring again to others. Additionally, we also see dualistic parallels between Akechi and Joker's fellow Phantom Thief/potential-romantic partner, Makoto Nijima, since she too similarly previously fell prey to the misconception that “good grades and following orders are all that truly matters to be a worthwhile member of society.” However, Makoto, now utilizes her study skills to help the downtrodden & oppressed instead of for either her own benefit or because it’s what society expects from her, whereas Akechi exploits his false celebrity detective status to further his self-centered vendetta, innocent lives be damned.

In essence, if the Phantom Thieves embody the potential benefits of rehabilitative justice then Goro Akechi embodies the dangers of retributive justice (aka, revenge). To reference two of my favorite movies, Batman Begins and Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi, not only is there a strong difference between justice and revenge (one is about altruistic harmony whereas the other is about personal satisfaction), but the most surefire way to victory is by fighting to protect what you love rather than fighting to destroy what you hate...

The distinction between justice & revenge is made abundantly clear at the end of Akechi's storyline in the baseline game (i.e. before the Royal exclusive Third Semester new content), where following his defeat at the hands of the Phantom Thieves Akechi is suddenly approached by a cognitive duplicate of himself that dwells within Shido's palace. In addition to the Cognitive Akechi emphasizing the futility of Akechi's quest for acknowledgment & vengeance against Shido by revealing that the latter always intended to dispose of his right-hand assassin once he was elected prime minister, the cognitive duplicate also reveals the true depths of Shido's depravity when he states that he only ever viewed Akechi as a puppet to fulfill his own ambitions. While it is true that Akechi was so obsessed with revenge that he allowed himself to become a pawn of the corrupt status quo, it is exceptionally cruel to learn that this is how Shido has always viewed his own son (which is further punctuated by Shido later revealing to the Phantom Thieves that he secretly always suspected that Akechi was his illegitimate child due to how much he reminded him of his mother). It is this revelation in particular that allows the Phantom Thieves to better empathize with Akechi's tragic upbringing & circumstances. Even though they still seek to hold Akechi accountable for the murders that he committed at Shido's behest, the Phantom Thieves simultaneously recognize that in a sense, Akechi was also a victim of both Shido's cruelty and the systemic injustices of larger Japanese society.

This effectively culminates in the bittersweet resolution to Akechi's storyline in the base Persona 5 game. When the Cognitive Akechi duplicate offers his real-world counterpart one last chance to "redeem" himself in Shido's eyes by killing the Phantom Thieves in his stead, Akechi for the first time in his life decides to be his own person instead of being defined by the labels Shido and society had imposed upon him since birth. Choosing to no longer be a puppet of Shido's corrupt machinations, Akechi rejects his cognitive duplicate's hollow offer by instead turning his gun on the duplicate and his Shadow minions before sealing the engine room's watertight doors between himself and the Phantom Thieves. At the very end, Akechi was finally able to acknowledge that his desire for false appreciation from both his abusive father and larger society was ultimately worthless. Akechi ultimately sacrifices himself to allow the Phantom Thieves to escape, recognizing their true justice while entrusting them to do what he was incapable of by holding Shido accountable for his crimes & reforming society.

From a certain point of view, one could argue that the Phantom Thieves indirectly inspired a change of heart in Akechi by proving to him the validity of their sense of justice.

Overall, while I was initially indifferent towards Goro Akechi at the start of my playthrough of Persona 5 (and even outright skeptical & suspicious of his motives given his vocal opposition to the Phantom Thieves), by the time I got to his boss battle in Shido's palace I ended gained a deeper understanding and appreciation for what the developers at Atlus were attempting to convey with his character. Akechi effectively functions as both a cautionary tale about the dangers of allowing oneself to be consumed with thoughts of revenge, as well as a dark parallel to the Phantom Thieves who seek to legitimately reform society for altruistic rather than self-centered reasons. It was these elements that ultimately elevated Akechi into becoming one of my personal favorite members of P5's cast (right behind Makoto, Futaba & Ann...) from both a narrative and character writing perspective (especially with the Royal edition's overhauled confidant line for Akechi, which better fleshes out the latter's rivalry with Joker, and the player now has to progress manually instead of it being automatic)! And I am definitely curious to see how Royal's exclusive "Third Semester" content further fleshes out Akechi's character since I'm aware that he plays a major role in the new story content.

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Redamancy: Chapter Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Cussing and a mild mention of killing vampires

Notes: This chapter is… the longest one yet and definitely my fav so far - I love me some protective men, enjoy!! [FYI: Y/m/n is your middle name]

Word Count: 5096

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• March 12th, 2005 • Forks, WA •

Jasper

I pull my motorcycle to a stop at an outlook over the Olympic Forest just outside of town, not wanting to go far for her first ride, but also wanting to get her alone and just be. I reach a hand behind me for her to take as she climbs off before I pop out the kickstand and get off myself. She’s handing me my protective gear as I turn to see what’s got her eager to leave my side and I’m met with the second most gorgeous view, the first being the girl before me.

The deep green of the forest clashes against the oranges, pinks, and purples of the descending sun to make for a spectacular sunset. To make it even better, I can see the reflection of it in her eyes - the duality of beauty rendering me speechless for longer than I’d like to admit.

This gorgeous creature, this kind and beautiful soul before me is meant to be mine. My singer, the greatest temptation a vampire could ever experience and I have found her. How on earth a monster like me is supposed to be an equal for an angel like her, I might never know.

Reader

He’s staring at me in such a way that I feel completely alive. It’s causing my face to heat, but I could care less about being embarrassed-this beautiful sunset and the vampire next to me have snatched all rational thought.

I turn to meet his eyes and I can tell a million things are running through his mind by the slightly unfocused look. The hint of a grin on his perfect lips bring a smile to my own, “Penny for your thoughts?” I ask.

“You’d have millions.” He jokes, but I’m slightly lost and tilt my head. “My thoughts are nothing but you, darlin’. You’d have millions if you had a penny for each one.”

My mouth gapes like a fish for a few seconds, for someone so stoic usually, he sure can make a girl swoon. So instead of replying, I turn my gaze to his hands, running my fingers over them and up his wrist. Before they could ascend any further though, one of his hands reaches up to stop me. Fearing that I’ve unknowingly pushed a boundary, I glance up in alarm.

“There is a reason I wear sleeves, sweetheart.” He explains quietly with a sad half-smile.

“If you think any part of you could scare me, you’re wrong Hale.” I mean it and I know he can sense the truth of my words.

“I’ve done things, horrible things for a horrible person, and I did them without question-“

“So tell me and let me prove that none of that matters now.” I lift a brow daring him to defy me.

In response he pushes the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal scarred forearms. Not just typical scarring, but bite marks. I let out a gasp at the hard ridges and pits that penetrate his skin, there must be hundreds and they have to have been painful to permanently damage the skin of a vampire. My wide eyes meet his and I can tell he’s holding his breath for what I might say.

“Who-what could do this to you? Why? How?” Questions begin tumbling from my lips as my fingers float across his damaged skin, anguish beginning to seep into my bones as his explanation begins.

“I was the youngest major in the Texas Calvary, evacuating women and children from the battlefield when I… came across three women that I thought required assistance. Being the gentleman and soldier I was, I offered them aid and it cost me my life.” He inhaled a deep breath before continuing, still watching my hands explore his skin. “Their leader Maria, was the one that changed me with the intention to use me as a general for her own army. An army of newly turned vampires, impossible for anyone, human or vampire, to beat. I was…” A heavy pause, “Also in charge of dispatching them once they outlived her usefulness for her.”

I meet his eyes as he struggles through that last sentence. Unbelievable. This man? This kind, gentle, sweet, considerate man was used to train and then kill other people for a woman clearly not strong enough to do it herself? I’m in shock at the audacity.

“If you’re waiting for me to run screaming, you’ll have to try harder.” I whisper, afraid I might scream in frustration should I speak any louder.

He puffs out a breath at my words and shakes his head. “You amaze me at every turn, you know that?” One hand pulls away from my touch to run fingers across my cheekbone in a tender gesture, drastically contrasting the story his skin tells.

“You think you can scare me, but I’m still here.” I’m here because I’m a magnet drawn to you and I don’t ever want to be pulled away, but I keep those words from slipping out with the rest.

“I’m a monster that has killed more people than I can remember, and that’s okay with you?” He asks honestly and bluntly, eyes searching mine.

“You did what was asked of you by someone that manipulated you, that is not on you and it does not make you a monster, Jasper.” The conviction in my voice is strong.

“You feel so strongly for my past and my demons, but you won’t let me in that pretty little mind of yours, why is that?” He taps on my temple gently, questioning my very being.

“Who said you aren’t already in here?” It’s my turn to tap my own temple, but my words and actions are a little more harsh now that my own demons are rushing to the surface. “You are in every single thought night and day, Hale-“

“Then why do you play this game - one moment you’re all in and the next you’re scared-“

“Because someone like you don’t waste their time with someone like me!” The quiet is deafening for a few beats following my confession. “You are gorgeous, and-and mysterious, and everything a girl could dream to have-“ but he interrupts my ramble with hands cradling my face.

“And utterly taken by you. You, darlin’. Never have I felt so alive, so seen by someone. Someone that is so incredible she caught me off guard with a door and a simple look, me-a vampire!” His words are frantic.

“I’m just a plain ‘ole regular girl like everyone else, the one you date before the real one comes along and-”

“No.” One word, one syllable and yet it holds so much weight. “Do not diminish yourself because of the value you’ve placed upon me, I will not allow it.”

What do I even say to that? Before I could articulate a response, his face lowers and his forehead rests on mine. “You are everything I need and I want you to understand that I’m not going anywhere and no other will ever take me away from you or catch my eye if you’re worried about something like that.”

A rumble in the distance reminds us of our surroundings again, darkness having moved in and a storm notifying us that it’s on the way.

“Let me get you home, sweetheart.” A kiss is delicately placed high on my cheekbone, tender and cool to soothe the heat that might be permanently settled there.

• March 13th, 2005 • Home •

Reader

The outing with Jasper yesterday has had my mind in a spin since he dropped me off at home. I can’t believe he not only indulged my request, but that I got to essentially be a human backpack for an insanely hot vampire. And our conversation… I can’t even - he flipped my world around and stole my breath away.

I’m still breathless. And looking for my stupid hat.

“Mom, have you seen my Cubs baseball hat?” I yell from the top of the stairs.

“No sweetie, did you check the bottom of the hall closet? Maybe it fell in there!” She yelled back from her spot fixing lunch in the kitchen.

I huff and run to the closet, swinging the door open and spotting the blue hat tossed haphazardly on top of our snowshoes. Great, now I’ll smell like feet. I hurry to the bathroom and grab the fabric spray from under the sink as the front doorbell rings.

Shit-shit-shit, he’s early! I finish tying my shoes to prevent myself from tripping down the stairs in my haste. As I reach the top, I hear my mother beat me to the front door to invite Jasper in, swinging the door wide in her excitement at a boy standing on our front porch.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.” He drawls in his southern accent, he offers his hand out to shake my mother’s, “Jasper Hale.” His eyes flicking up to meet mine as I descend the stairs, my mother accepting the gentlemanly gesture.

“Oh good afternoon dear!” My mother turns to me, “I made lunch in the kitchen if you two are hungry.”

“No thanks mom, we’ll just get going!” I tell her breathlessly, popping a kiss to her cheek as I brush past, “Love you!”

She sputters a second, trying to catch up, “Love you too dear, just be home at a reasonable time!” She yells after me, standing in the doorway to our home.

“I won’t keep her too late, ma’am.” Jasper flashes her a smile, “Promise I’ll keep her safe, to the best of my ability.” Finally he gives in to my tug of his jacket sleeve to follow me down the front steps.

My mother continues to stand on the porch, watching us like a hawk as Jasper opens the passenger door for me to Edward’s Volvo. He throws a wink at me before shutting the door and walking around to the driver’s side, waving goodbye to my mother who returns it.

“In a hurry, doll?” He asks, placing his right hand on my headrest as he leans over to back out of my drive.

I can’t think straight when he invades my space like this, “I just spared you from the third degree my mother was about to lay on you back there. You’re welcome, Hale.” I huff, trying to not let his proximity affect me.

He chuckles, for what I’m not entirely sure: my increasing heart rate or the comment about my mother.

“I think I can handle your mom.” He eventually responds, hands now having returned to safe territory on the steering wheel.

“Oh of that I have no doubt, but she would’ve kept us entirely too long and I’m not about to let you keep me from watching the most interesting game of baseball I’ve ever witnessed.” I responded.

Lord knows my mother would’ve embarrassed me by asking what his intentions were and we don’t need that kind of talk. We don’t need it yet, anyways.

• March 13th, 2005 • Cullen Residence •

Reader

Jasper parked the car in the garage of his massive home, if a work of architecture could be called ‘home’. He speeds around to the passenger side to open my door before I even got the chance to reach for the handle.

“I can open my own door, you know?” I mention as I stand from the car.

“Where I’m from, a lady should never have to open a door for herself.” He states matter-of-factly, shutting the door and moving past me to lead the way, arm brushing my shoulder and creating goosebumps in its wake.

Flustered by his chivalry, I follow him silently inside.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, taking in the view of the forest from the large windows.

It takes him a minute to respond, having disappeared somewhere momentarily just to return with a jacket draped over his arm and a warm-looking scarf in hand.

“Edward is picking up Isabella and should be here any moment to get us. The rest of my family is in the clearing warming up.” He answers, draping the scarf around my neck with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Before I could comment on the look, Edward honked impatiently from the driveway.

Jasper

A little part of me wishes I just ran to the clearing while Y/n rode with Edward and Bella, just to clear my head from her scent. The rest of me is happy to have a few more moments in her presence, even if for just a little while.

I make eye contact with my brother in the rear view mirror, knowing he can read my thoughts. He gives a small dip of his chin in acknowledgment, as if to say he understands the internal conflict of wanting to be close to her while knowing it’s also torture to do so.

“Are you warm enough?” I ask, catching her rubbing her hands together in her lap.

“Oh I’ll be fine, I’m just excited is all.” She responds, I can tell she isn’t entirely telling the truth the way the little white lie taints her emotions. Unfortunately I can’t tell if it’s about the temperature or her excitement at the prospect of watching a vampire baseball game. I chuckle and glance out my window, now I know how Edward feels not being able to read Isabella’s thoughts.

My brother lets out a small laugh himself causing the women to turn on us, “What?” They ask in sync.

“Edward finds my thoughts amusing is all, nothing to worry about darlin’.” I tell Y/n. I notice her face blanche and immediately realize I never told her of Edward’s power.

“He-he what?” She stutters, clearly worrying over the invasion of privacy she was never warned about and I kick myself for not having this conversation beforehand.

“Edward can read the thoughts of those in his vicinity. He’s respectful with his power though, he wouldn’t invade your privacy like that.” I reassure her, using a portion of my power to round out some of her nerves.

“I can hear you, but it sort of passes through.” Edward hesitates, “It’s like sitting in a room full of people conversing, but not really paying attention even though you can hear them talking all at once. I’m used to communicating with Jasper this way, I apologize for not prefacing my abilities sooner.” He finishes, glancing back to look over his shoulder with a sad smile.

“Thank you Edward, I appreciate that very much.” Y/n sighs, “I think it’s actually a pretty amazing power to have.” She tells him with a smile.

“Sometimes it is,” Edward glances to Bella, “Sometimes it isn’t.”

“Why did we have to wait for a thunderstorm to play baseball?” She turns to ask me innocently after a beat of silence.

“Oh you’re about to see.” I tell her with a grin as Edward pulls the Jeep to a stop at the edge of a clearing, the rest of my family gathered not far away.

As I help her out of Emmett’s Wrangler, I remove my jacket to place around her shoulders.

“Before you say anything, I don’t need it. Keep it warm for me.” I can’t resist placing a kiss to the crown of her head, her scent mingling with mine making for a heady mixture. I turn and lead her to where everyone is gathered, Emmett sending a pointed look my way at the interaction he just witnessed. I shrug as a way of answering, trying not to make it a big deal since he’s always been worried about my loneliness the last few decades.

“Alright let’s pick teams!” Carlisle announces, attempting to wrangle our rowdy bunch.

Reader

As the Cullen’s separate into their teams, I follow Esme as she tugs Bella and I over to home plate explaining the game. Carlisle and Rosalie play-flight over who gets to go first, but my eye is on Jasper as he warms up with a few test-swings with a bat.

“We could use a few impartial opinions.” Esme smiles at us, shifting Bella and I to stand behind her as she assumes the ‘catcher’ position.

Rose is up to bat first, Jasper and Carlisle on her team while Emmett, Edward, and Alice make up the opposition. The latter taking up her place at the pitcher’s mound - she nods her head and announces, “It’s time.”

First pitch from Alice and Rose absolutely smashes it, the thunder cracking in time with the strike of the bat.

“Okay, now I see why you need the thunder.” Bella says, impressed. “That’s gotta be a home run, right?”

Rosalie rounds second and heads for third, a blonde blur on the field. “Edward is fast.” Esme tells her with confidence.

Right when I think there’s no possible way Edward could get his sister out before she slides home, a baseball rockets it’s way out of the woods and straight into Esme’s hands. Tagging her adoptive daughter with the ball, she looks over her shoulder at us for confirmation.

“You’re out!” Bella motions a thumb over her shoulder at a very not happy Rose.

I turn to look at Jasper, completely blown away by what transpired, but I’m distracted in the way he idly spins his baseball bat. My emotions must catch his attention, because he doesn’t stop as he makes eye contact. Who knew something so basic as flipping a bat could be so attractive?

“Babe, c’mon! It’s just a game!” Emmett yells from across the field, garnering my attention from his brother.

Rosalie brushes past Bella to intimidate her umpire call as Carlisle takes his place at home plate. Another beautiful pitch by Alice and powerful swing by the doctor, the ball heads straight for the middle ground between the two brothers in the outfield. Colliding together, they miss the ball and their dad claims second base.

Next up is Jasper and I’m positively vibrating with excitement to see him in action. Showing off again with his idle bat tossing, he settles in and sends Alice’s next ball into orbit, but Emmett manages to snag it out of thin air.

“My monkey man.” Rose says proudly from her spot next to me, I huff in aggravation at Jasper getting out so early.

Just as Rosalie takes her second turn and is running for first base, Alice yells out a warning, “Stop!”

After a few seconds and hearing something that clearly Bella and I fail to pick up with our human ears, the family not gathered around us returns to our sides in a hurry.

“They were leaving and then they heard us-“

“Let’s go.” Edward cuts off Alice to grab for Bella, but Carlisle stops his son.

“It’s too late.”

Jasper is at my side as the rest of his family shuffled around us, “What’s happening?” I ask him worriedly.

“Vampires, they heard us playing and are on their way here.” He answers me completely serious, zipping up his jacket that I’m wearing. “Stay behind me, don’t move and don’t attract their attention.”

“Jas-“

“No one touches you.” He meets my eyes as his words send ice through my veins, will it come to that?

I will my heart to calm as I get shuffled to stand behind him and Emmett, I rest a hand on Jasper’s back to anchor myself.

I can’t see them from my hiding spot, but I hear one with a slight accent, “I believe this belongs to you?”

“Thank you.” Carlisle replies curtly.

“I am Laraunt, this is Victoria and James.”

“I’m Carlisle, this is my family.” I feel Jasper tense under my hand like he’s concentrating. Readying for a fight? What do I do if this turns into a vampire brawl?

I turn to look at Edward over my shoulder but he doesn’t meet my gaze and Bella has her head turned down. Hiding her eyes I realize - her human eyes, acting shy in the face of new vampires so that they might not be interested in her.

Carlisle and the one speaking for the group, Laraunt, continue their efficient conversation as I step closer to Jasper. From this position I can see all three strangers and fear begins to worm it’s way into my chest. I’ve become so comfortable with the Cullens’ that I’ve forgotten they’re vampires. Vampires as dangerous as the ones before me look, minus the red eyes.

The tall one missing a shirt, James presumably since Laraunt and Carlisle are still conversing, seems to lock in on Bella and Edward. The grip I have on Jasper tightens and he reaches a hand back to pat the outside of my thigh in reassurance at his earlier statement.

“So, could you use three more players?” My heart almost stops, how do we get out of this? “Come on, just one game?”

Seemingly reading my mind, Carlisle plays along with a little chuckle, “Sure, why not. A few of us were leaving, you could take their place.” I feel Jasper’s arm nudge me in the direction of Edward and Bella, a sign to join their departure.

“We’ll bat first.” Carlisle announces, throwing the ball to the newcomers as our group begins to separate.

“I’m the one with the wicked curve ball.” The female, Victoria taunts in a low voice.

Jasper let’s out a low laugh, “Well I think we can handle that.”

As everyone begins to take their new places and I make my way towards Bella, I notice that one of the new males seems zoned-in on Edward, or rather, Bella. Next thing I know, a breeze shifts Bella’s hair and my heart shudders in my chest - the wind, our scent-

“You brought a snack?” James threatens as he leans into a crouch. Snapping his gaze to me as I let out a gasp, “Two snacks?”

Jasper let’s out a deep growl as he lunges in front of me, the rest of his family surrounding Bella and I in a protective stance.

“The girls are with us.” Carlisle asserts, “I think it best if you leave.”

“I can see the game is over, we’ll go now.” The one in charge tries to placate the tense situation. “James.”

As the new vampires turn to leave, Carlisle urges Edward and Jasper, “Get Bella and Y/n out of here, go!”

The four of us jog back to Emmett’s Jeep, Jasper keeping me from stumbling in the mud.

“Okay I’ve got it-I’ve got it, I’m alright!” Bella yells at Edward while he tries to buckle her in. “What, n-now he’s coming after me? Us?”

“Listen to me-James is a tracker, the hunt is his obsession. I read his mind, our reaction on the field set him off. We just made this his most exciting game ever, he’s never going to stop.” Edward explains, frantic in his words and his driving.

“So what do we do?” Bella panics.

“We kill him-“ Jasper starts.

“Rip him apart and burn the pieces.” Edward finishes.

“Where are we going?”

“Away from Forks. We’ll get a ferry to Vancouver.”

“I have to go home, now. You have to take me home.” Bella orders him.

“You can’t go home, he’s just going to trace your scent there-it’s the first place he’s going to look.”

My chest constricts, my mom. Jasper grabs my hand, no doubt feeling my growing fear. “My mom.” I whisper to him as his eyes bounce between mine searching for what to say.

“My dad is there!-“

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Yes it does! He could get killed because of us! What about Y/n’s mom?!”

“Just let me get you out of here first, alright? Neither one of you are safe.”

“It’s my dad, we have to go back!” She argues back, exasperated. “We’ll figure out a way to lead the tracker away somehow-I don’t know, but we have to do something!”

“Jasper, you have to take me home.” I plead with him while squeezing his hand.

“Darlin’, I-“

“I’ll go anywhere you want me to, I just need to make sure she’s okay! If I disappear, she’ll hunt me down.” I try to reason with him, short of panicking myself.

Pulling up at Bella’s house, both her and Edward leap out of their seats and for the door. Just as Bella slams the front door in his face putting on a show, Jasper hops in the driver’s seat and peels out of the driveway in the direction of my house.

“You go inside, make up a reason to leave tonight. I’ll wait in the car, but if you aren’t out in five minutes, I’m coming in to get you.” He orders me and I nod.

“Thank you, I can’t leave her without saying anything… Thank you, Jasper.”

“Don’t thank me yet, I’m taking you far from here until this is settled.” His voice steady even though my life is turning upside down as we speak.

As the large vehicle rumbles to a stop just in front of my porch, I leap from my seat. The light above the door flicking on, my mother swings it open before my fingers could grab the handle.

“Everything alri-“

“No, mom.” I brush past her to ascend the stairs. “Bella is leaving for her mom’s tonight, I need to go with her!”

“Sweetheart, it’s too late for a drive like that!” She says, chasing me.

“She can’t drive by herself, she needs me mom! I can make sure she’s safe and keep you updated.” I plead with her as I throw random articles of clothing in my empty gym bag.

“Y/n, you can’t-“

“Mom,” I turn to her, dead serious, “I’m going whether you let me or not. She’s my best friend and she needs to leave. I can at least make sure she’s okay and gets to her mom’s. I’ll turn around and come right back afterwards!”

“Your phone stays on and charged.” She says with her hands on her hips, “I call, you better answer after the first ring. Anything - and I mean anything happens, you call me and Chief Swan immediately, Y/n Y/m/n.”

“Yes ma’am.” I snatch my bag and give her a hug as I rush out of my room. “I love you.” I murmur into her shoulder.

“You’re my world, sweetheart. Please be careful?” I nod, “I love you too.”

After a peck to my head, I race down the stairs and back out to the Jeep.

“It’s going to be alright.” Jasper tries to soothe me, both with his words and an artificial wave of calm.

“Don’t.” I bristle, “Nothing about this is alright.”

Immediately the foreign feeling vacates me and a coldness slides into my chest. I know he was only trying to help me, but I can’t take it, I can’t take the easy way out right now. So I glance out my window as the trees rush past on our way to his house.

• March 13th, 2005 • Cullen Residence •

Jasper

This day-this whole thing is fucked. And not at all how I saw this weekend going. I promised her mother I would keep her safe and now a fucking group of nomadic vampires is hunting her and Isabella.

Three vampires aren’t really much when it comes to my family of seven, but seeing as I’m the only one trained to… deal with the dispatching of vampires besides Carlisle, the odds aren’t great that we all come out of this unscathed.

And Y/n. This fragile human that already means so much to me is caught in the middle, caught up in my dangerous world. I told her that nothing and no one touches her and I meant it. If I can be sure of one thing, I know I can do this for her.

Slamming on the breaks as the Jeep slides into the garage, I grab Y/n’s hand as she meets me behind the vehicle. I tried to soothe her worry after we left her house, but I obeyed her request to stop. I almost feel useless - not being allowed to do what I do best and fix emotions, but I know her sense of autonomy shouldn’t be infringed upon if I want her to let me in. I slam the button to shut the garage door to shield us from potential prying eyes and make my way across the enclosed space.

“What now?” Y/n asks me as I throw her bag in the trunk of Carlisle’s Mercedes.

“I stay with you, no matter what. You and Isabella, I can protect the both of you.” I turn and meet her gaze, resting a hand on her cheek in reassurance. “You are mine to protect and I take that charge very seriously.” My words snatch her breath, so I give her a half-smile.

“After… everything, you’re not opposed to violence, Hale?”

“For you? Violence is my middle name, darlin’.” Before I could comment on the shudder the wracks through her and the arousal trickling into her scent and emotions, my family rejoins us in the garage.

Snatching the keys to the Mercedes Emmett tosses my way, I seperate myself from Y/n.

“I’ve had to fight our kind before,” I hesitate choosing my words, glancing at Y/n, “We’re not easy to kill.”

“But not impossible.” My brother responds.

“I don’t relish the thought of killing another creature, even a sadistic one like James.” Carlisle laments.

“What if he kills one of us first?” Rose questions harshly from her seat on the counter.

“I’m going to run Bella south and lead the tracker away from here-“ but Carlisle stops Edward before he could finish.

“No, Edward. James knows you’d never leave Bella. He’ll follow you.” My adoptive father glances at me, “Jasper-“

“I’m not leaving her.” I level my gaze on Carlisle and boost my words with my power, “None of you are trained like me, I stay with what he wants - the girls.”

“I’ll go with them, Jasper and I will drive them south.” Alice pipes up, “I’ll keep her safe, Edward.”

“Can you keep your thoughts to yourself?” I can feel Alice’s hesitation in what I feel is her confidence in the outcome of all this.

I will that emotion away immediately, nothing will hinder a positive outcome in this scenario. Y/n and Isabella will make it through this unscathed and James will die, end of story. Nothing threatens what’s mine or my family’s and lives, nothing.

#bless-my-demons #redamancy series #twilight #jasper hale x reader #twilight fanfiction #jasper hale #jasper whitlock hale #jasper hale fanfiction #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x female!reader #female reader insert #romance

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"Fractured Bonds: A Profiler's Promise"

Summary: In "Fractured Bonds," Spencer Reid and Y/n find their connection tested in the crucible of a perilous case that leaves Y/n in a hostage situation. As the BAU team races against time, Spencer's realization of the depth of his feelings for Y/n becomes gut-wrenching. The story delves into the fragility of relationships amidst danger, weaving a narrative of resilience, vulnerability, and the promise of love emerging from the shadows.

Word count: 906

AN: Third day posting, third fic, hope you enjoy🩷

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The BAU headquarters hummed with tension, a palpable anxiety that hung thick in the air. The team gathered to discuss their latest case, unaware that the unfolding events would shake the very foundations of their close-knit unit.

Y/n, an integral member of the BAU, sat among her colleagues, her gaze focused on the whiteboard detailing the intricate details of the case. The sense of camaraderie that had developed over shared cases and late-night profiling sessions felt comforting, but little did she know that the day's events would test those bonds in ways she couldn't have imagined.

As the investigation unfolded, Y/n found herself in the perilous crosshairs of a dangerous criminal. The situation escalated, leading to a harrowing hostage crisis. Panic seized the team as they worked tirelessly to negotiate her release, each passing moment increasing the weight of the unknown.

Amidst the chaos, Spencer Reid, the normally composed genius with an analytical mind, felt a growing unease settle in his chest. He couldn't shake the gut feeling that something was horribly wrong. Y/n's safety had become a priority that eclipsed the intensity of the ongoing case. His mind, usually a fortress of logic, was now a battlefield of anxious thoughts.

A sudden shift in perspective occurred as Spencer watched the events unfold. The atmosphere in the BAU headquarters became a blur of tension, each phone call and update a dagger to his heart. As he exchanged glances with his team, the gravity of the situation dawned on him, and a sense of helplessness crept into his soul.

In that moment, Spencer's world shifted. The woman he'd grown close to, shared laughter and profound conversations with, was in imminent danger. A sharp pain gripped his chest as the possibility of losing Y/n became an agonizing reality. He found himself standing on the precipice of a profound realization �� his feelings for Y/n ran deeper than he had allowed himself to acknowledge.

The ticking clock echoed the beats of Spencer's racing heart as he desperately sought updates on Y/n's condition. The weight of responsibility, both personal and professional, bore down on him. The rationality that usually guided his every move was drowned out by a surge of raw, unfiltered emotion.

Hours passed like an eternity, each minute stretching the bounds of Spencer's patience. He found himself caught between the harsh realities of their profession and the fragile threads of hope that kept him anchored. The world outside the BAU seemed distant and inconsequential as the fate of someone he cared deeply about hung in the balance.

Finally, a breakthrough came. The news of Y/n's rescue brought a wave of relief to the BAU headquarters, but it was short-lived. In the chaotic crossfire, Y/n had sustained injuries that required immediate medical attention. The relief turned to a renewed sense of urgency as the team rallied to support their injured colleague.

At the hospital, Spencer's anxiety reached a crescendo. His usual stoic facade crumbled as he entered Y/n's room, the sight of her battered but alive form rendering him breathless. The hospital room became a space where the façade of logic shattered, revealing a man grappling with the depths of his emotions.

"I was so scared, Y/n," Spencer confessed, his voice a fragile whisper as he took her hand.

Y/n managed a weak smile. "I'm here, Spencer. Thanks to you and the team."

The vulnerability in that moment broke down the barriers they had carefully built around their feelings. Spencer couldn't hold back any longer.

"I can't imagine my life without you," he confessed, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and newfound courage.

Y/n's gaze met his, mirroring the same sentiment. "Spencer, I've felt the same way. I just never knew how to say it."

In the quiet of the hospital room, surrounded by the echoes of a life-altering ordeal, Spencer and Y/n acknowledged their feelings for each other. It was a raw, honest exchange that transcended the confines of the BAU and the dangers they faced daily.

As Y/n recovered, they made a promise to each other – to embrace the connection that had been forged in the crucible of danger and uncertainty. The team, understanding the gravity of the situation, gave them space to explore this newfound chapter in their relationship.

Days turned into nights as Y/n healed, and the hospital room became a cocoon where Spencer and Y/n could be vulnerable without the shadows of their profession looming over them. They shared stories, laughter, and, in the quiet moments, lingering glances that spoke volumes.

Finally, as Y/n was cleared to leave the hospital, Spencer took her hand, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that words could not capture.

"Let's go on that date we've been putting off," he suggested, a genuine smile playing on his lips.

Y/n nodded, squeezing his hand. "I'd like that, Spencer. It's about time we embraced the life we've been given."

And so, against the backdrop of a tumultuous case, Spencer Reid and Y/n emerged stronger, their connection deepened by the trials they faced. As they stepped into the world outside the hospital, hand in hand, they carried with them the promise of a future filled with love, understanding, and the unwavering support of a team that had become more than just colleagues – they were a family bound by the threads of shared challenges and enduring bonds.

Their journey continued, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity. Spencer and Y/n's connection, once threatened by the shadows of danger, had emerged from the crucible stronger than ever, a beacon of hope in the vast expanse of uncertainty that defined their lives.

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#spencer reid x reader #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid

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Hello!!

Idea from 🥀 anon about Pantalone having nightmares is such a yes. I think some of harbingers are prone ot nightmares. They try not to disturb you when this happens, but you wake up anyway and a lot of comfort awaits

Such as Pierro. You can't convince me he doesn't get nightmares about his homeland's downfall. Everyone and everything, lost in a mere second. It took him so long to open his soul for you.. So he's scared he'll lose you as well

Or Signora. She already lost one lover, of course he's scared of losing another. Including situation, where he loses control of her pyro magic and hurts you :(

Scaramouche, as much he doesn't want to admit it, is scared you'll leave him. That you'll be the next person to betray him.

Dottore can be among them too, if we're taking about fragile!reader. He'll never ever admit this, but he occasionally wakes up (when he actually sleeps, because this happens once in a blue moon) in cold sweat, dreaming about you dying and immediately checks your vitals. If reader is in coma, he sleeps even less, looking for ways to save you, but when exhaustion finally gets to him - Dottore dreams about you never waking up, your body slowly withering and how with each passing second the chance of saving you slowly drops to zero

But of course you're always here to reassure and calm down your lover♥️

-👾

(I'm not sure when this one will get answered, but anyway - good luck to all Neuvillette and Hu Tao wanters!! May you win all of your 50/50s!!💘)

Real, i think all of the Harbingers have nightmares to some extent!! Just some more than others 💔 Pierro is a yes. Besides the amount of work he has to do, another reason why he skips out on sleep is because of the nightmares. He sees no point in trying to sleep since he'll always end up waking up soon from the nightmares anyway. Rarely does he get restful sleep, but it's a bit better when you're in his arms. Yes, a bit better, though he's still prone to them. Pierro still thinks back to the peaceful days in Khaenri'ah, before everything was lost, his beloved homeland, his people, his memories. He still hasn't gotten over it, and now there's the added worry of something happening to you as well... it's a lot for him to deal with but he never shows you and only becomes vulnerable in the middle of the night when you finally catch him sneaking out of bed. Pierro probably won't be verbal about it but you can still guess what he dreamt about... Of course, the best thing you can do is hold him and whisper how you're here, how you'll always be here, you love him and you know that he won't let anything happen to you anyway.

Signora's confident nature never seems to reveal any weakness. She always holds herself to the highest standards and refuses to show any vulnerability. So while she doesn't frequently have nightmares, when they do come around, they hit hard and really make her sit and think. It's been a long time since Rostam's death, and she's mostly moved on... but that only leaves Rosalyne with another issue. Losing you. The nightmares have never been this bad until she got together with you. She's made an oath to protect you, to keep you away from harm unlike her previous lover, but what if she can't? Even worse, what if she ends up being your demise? She couldn't bear that. When you happen to wake up during the night after her nightmare, she gently chides you to go back to sleep. Of course, you comfort her in this rare vulnerable moment and whisper sweet nothings and reassuring words in her ear. The next day, she acts like nothing happened but she greatly appreciates your love.

It's quite laughable to think that a puppet could dream. Every time Scaramouche has a dream, he wakes up in tears and then grits his teeth as he digs his nails into his skin, a mixture of sobs and mad laughter. His dreams always start off happy. Peaceful. A reminder of good times. But they always end horribly. They always end with reality. Reality was pain. Suffering. Betrayal, from everyone he's ever cared about. His mother and his friends. And now you have been added to that collection. Betraying him, leaving him all alone in the end. The possibility can't seem to leave him alone. Though, it's not too big of a problem since he is a puppet. Puppets don't need sleep. But sometimes he falls asleep accidentally without realizing it, or when you usher him to bed with you, pleading and begging to the point where he can't refuse. It's really jarring to see him cry because you know how he usually is, but overtime you get used to it because you know how hurt he was in the past. In the beginning, he'll snap at you to leave him alone but some persistence will allow him to soften and cling to you as you hold him and stroke him gently until he falls asleep again.

Despite his sins, the only nightmares Dottore has ever had were either about his childhood or you, mostly the latter recently with your current state. He's modified his body to the point where he doesn't need as much sleep as the average person, but he still does need some, much to his dismay. As much as he tries to fight it, he does end up crashing for a bit. Sometimes it goes fine. Sometimes it does not. He dreams that you will never wake up. Another century will go by, and another, and another, and nothing ever happens. He continues to change, and change, yet you remain stagnant. No matter how hard he tries, nothing works. You disappear. And he never speaks to you again, never hears your smile or laugh, never feels your touch, never again. These dreams, they are so irrational he thinks. They are nothing more than a figment of his imagination. They aren't real, and reality is the basis of everything. So there's no reason why he should be so worked up over a dream, he thinks as his body is already moving to where you lie. He places your cold, unmoving hand on his cheek, only wishing you were actually here to comfort him like during the Akademiya days.

#smooches talks #👾 anon #fragile reader <3 #pierro love notes <3 #scaramouche love notes <3 #signora love notes < 3 #dottore love notes <3 #“im not sure when this one will get answers” yeah about that... *scratches head apologetically #IM SO SORRY ILY 👾 ANON AND UR BRAINROTS

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i saw an anon ask about a second part to ‘sorry’ and i’m dying cause that sound so good,, like i can imagine steve kind of tearing up,, especially if it’s a little girl- like imagine stevie realizing what an ass he was sometime back,, but you had left maybe?? then one fine day he sees you and yours and his baby and his mind goes like skkrt,, because there you are the love of his life, the one person he loved more than anything in this entire world and the one person he hurt so much?? and his beautiful kid and gaaahh it kills me to think of this angst being angsty and fluffy- maybe he starts crying just a little and the baby’s name is something that signifies reader and his relationship like constellations they used to watch or flowers he used to get her,, my brain turned to mush i’m so sorry <3

also can i please be this anon 🪐 || if it’s not already taken? <3

Yes you can absolutely be that anon! 🥰

Also I’m imagining it like roughly 16 months later (so adding up if reader was 2 months by the time she told Steve and then the jump of almost a year and a half, baby girl Harrington is going to be 9 months old) I just want baby cuteness and angst and all with Steve 🥺

Mistakes

Steve Harrington x Reader

Part 2 to Sorry

Part 3: Growth

Part 4: Love

“Holy. Shit.”

Steve couldn’t have said it better himself.

When Robin had uttered the two words, he’d turned from where he was leaning against the counter, talking to her during a particular slow period at Family Video.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Or to put it better, who he was seeing.

You were like a mirage. A fantasy come to life.

A ghost of his past, if you will.

He hadn’t seen you since that day in the diner. The day he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Begrudgingly, he had to admit it took him longer than it should’ve to realize he made a horrific mistake. He’d ignored the pit in his stomach that day he left you at the diner, that feeling of wrongness settling in his chest. After all, he was doing it for you. He was trying to be the bigger person.

The only thing that accomplished was making him the biggest asshole of the year.

Probably of the century.

It had taken weeks of his friends knocking some sense into him before he finally accepted that he needed to make things right. During that time, he finally opened up to his friends, revealing all his insecurities, his doubts and his fears—all stemming from shitty parents and one relationship gone horribly wrong before he’d even met you. He’d realized he’d projected all this on you, fearing that you weren’t in it for the long haul, afraid that you’d leave him if things got too tough.

He should’ve known that wasn’t true with how hard you’d fought for your relationship after that final break up.

But he had learned by opening up to his friends that that was something he needed to become comfortable doing with you. You deserved to be let into his mind, see all the not so attractive parts of him. It had terrified him before, but knowing you wanted to hear to help him, to be there for him made it a lot less scary.

When he’d gone to find you though, to beg you for forgiveness, you’d already been gone. Your roommate—who you didn’t particularly care for, which is why you’d basically lived at his place during your relationship—had told him you’d moved home with your parents, who lived an entire state away.

From that day on, he never stopped beating himself up internally. The guilt actually ate him alive.

What kind of man was he?

He’d left you, pregnant and alone.

Now, here you stood, nearly a year and a half later, near the entrance of Family Video.

Right in front of him was the woman he loved with every fiber of his being. You owned every part of him, but most importantly, his heart.

And in your arms, nestled on your hip was a baby girl.

A baby girl that bore a striking resemblance to him.

“Hi, Steve,” you whispered.

He honestly couldn’t find the words as he gaped at you. His braid had short-circuited at seeing you. His heart pounding with nerves and just because of you. It probably wasn’t the most manly thing to admit, but you made his heart flip like it was doing summersaults, gave him butterflies in his stomach.

Rendered him speechless too, apparently.

You looked even more beautiful than he remembered. He halfway wondered just what you’d looked like pregnant, if you glowed from within like everyone claimed pregnant women do.

Even from the distance of half a room, he could see you looked tired, but it didn’t take away from your beauty. There may have been circles under your eyes, but your eyes were still as pretty, always a hint of mischief in them. Even if now they looked a little wary, he saw the strength in them too.

Your teeth was sunk into your lower lip—something you tended to do unwittingly when you were nervous. He remembered well how they felt pressed against his and suddenly there was an ache in his chest, a deep need to to kiss you.

You were in casual lounge clothes, loose pants and a t-shirt, but it might as well been the fanciest dress because you looked amazing in his eyes.

It was when his eyes landed on the baby girl, that he truly felt the breath leave his lungs. She was as beautiful as her mother, with rosy cheeks and a carefree demeanor.

But she looked just like him.

She had his dark hair, his eyes, he didn’t even know how to explain other than she practically had his whole face.

A hard elbow to the ribs had him snapping out of his trance and grimacing at the same time. Who knew Robin’s elbow hurt so much?

“Hi,” he breathed, reverent, almost as if he spoke too loud you’d just drift away like dust on the wind, nothing but a pure figment of his imagination.

“I’m going to take my break,” Robin announced, officially breaking his spell.

“Just holler if you need me,” she said to him, before heading towards the back.

You walked closer to the counter, the baby in your arms babbling, chewing on the toy in her hands. She was taken in by the bright colors and lights everywhere and her eyes looked everywhere, her tiny mind taking it all in.

“I thought you moved back in with your parents,” Steve said, fidgeting with a pen that was laying nearby.

He forced himself to put it down and still his hands.

“I did. But I decided it was time to come back to Hawkins,” you said, shoulders straight, sure of yourself.

“After all,” you continued, “I thought you might want to meet your daughter.”

His daughter.

The words about brought him to his knees. Not from fear like they’d had that day so long ago, but just from pure enchantment. A part of him was in this little girl. This little girl who he’d help create.

She was perfect.

“She’s beautiful,” he smiled, watching her.

“Yeah, I think so too,” you smiled, trying to get her to turn to look at him.

“She looks so much like me.”

The awe in his voice was apparent, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, I carried her for nine months only for her to come out looking just like you,” she teased lightly.

He chuckled, the lighthearted remark easing some of the tension and awkwardness between you two.

“Well there’s definitely no question that she’s mine, that’s for sure,” he said with a wry grin.

He was afraid you’d be insulted by his retort as he had asked when you’d told him you were pregnant, if the baby was his. But you just smiled at him and his heart soared, getting way ahead of all logical thought.

“Um,” he swallowed nervously, “How old is she?”

“Just turned nine months.”

You tapped on her tummy, tickling slightly, trying to get her to look at him.

“Can you say hi, Scarlett?”

“Her name is Scarlett?” he asked, smiling at her when she finally looked at him.

“Scarlett Rose.”

Again, his breath left him entirely as his gaze shot to yours. He found the confirmation there in your gaze, but he still had to ask.

“Scarlett Rose as in…”

He didn’t finish his thought, but you finished it for him.

“The red roses you’d send me for every anniversary, birthday and Christmas? Yeah, just like that.”

It was a small gesture he’d done early on in your relationship that had continued throughout it. That had been just a small physical thing, although proof of his love for you. But now, named after those romantic gestures was an actual product of yours and his love.

“I love it,” he smiled, “It’s perfect.”

You noticed him watching her and you couldn’t help but smile at how amazed he was by her.

“Would you like to hold her?”

He nodded emphatically.

“I’d love to.”

You handed Scarlett to him and he took her, a little awkwardly at first, but soon she settled into his arms, tiny hands busy playing with the name badge on his employee vest.

“Hi Scarlett,” his voice sounded hoarse, his throat clogged with emotion that he was trying to keep at bay, “I’m your daddy.”

She was still focused on the name tag, babbling away and his eyes actually teared up as he rubbed a hand over her back, kissing her head. He looked up at you and saw you watching them, a slight smile on her face.

“Y/N, I—”

You held up a hand.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you didn’t want to be part of her life. But I didn’t want to keep her from you. I just thought you should meet her.”

There was so much he needed to say, that he wanted to say. Of course, the most random, most idiotic thing was what chose to fly out of his mouth.

“Is there another daddy in her life?”

He wanted to hit himself. Of all things, he had to say that?

Your brows creased and he rushed ahead to explain himself before he could piss you off.

“I just mean I told you that day to find another father for her and I know I gave you permission to but I really regret that now because I don’t want any other guy being a father to her and you have every right if you wanted to da-”

“No.”

Your simple response cut off his incoherent babbling.

“No?”

“Believe it or not Steve, but I wasn’t interested in dating. I just wanted to focus on my-” you paused, realizing your mistake, “Our little girl.”

Scarlett was trying to pull the fabric of his Family Video vest into her mouth and he stopped her.

“No, no, honey. That’s not to chew on.”

“Here, give her this.”

You reached in your bag, pulling out a teething ring toy, handing it to Steve. His fingers brushed yours when he took it and you felt the metaphorical spark as his touch, your eyes flying up to his. He watched you with such intensity, you could feel your heart flipping like a dolphin in your chest.

“She’s teething pretty badly right now,” you said, trying to pull yourself together.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he murmured softly to Scarlett, placing it in her hands and watching as she brought it to her mouth to chew on.

You watched, father and daughter finally having met, the hole in your heart that he’d left behind slowly, millimeter by millimeter, begin to heal.

“Y/N,” he looked back towards you, “I’m so sorry for what I did.”

You nodded.

“Apology accepted.”

“I’m not even through apologizing,” he laughed, although you could hear the pain behind it, “I never should’ve left you or Scarlett. I was scared. I was a jackass and a coward. Call me whatever you want, I deserve it.”

“I’m not going to call you anything, Steve.”

“Still, I deserve to be called everything in the book,” he sighed, looking as worn and broken as you felt, “I actually went to find you. A month after that night.”

“A little late by then, don’t you think?”

He winced at your comment.

“That’s fair. But yeah, I found out you’d moved home. So I want to tell you now what I wanted to tell you then.”

You stopped him.

“I appreciate it, Steve. But you don’t have to. I didn’t come here for us, I can here so you could meet your daughter,” you said, “I wanted to let you know that you can see her, spend time with her, whatever, anytime you want. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just co-parents.”

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a stab of pain at that last statement.

“But, I wanted to make it right, Y/N and apologize.”

“Like I said, the apology is accepted. But you’re not forgiven. You broke my heart, Steve. We’re broken. If you think I came to fall back into your arms after you left me in a pile of shattered pieces, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

He sighed, the weight of the world feeling like it was crushing his chest at your words. But really, could he blame you? He wouldn’t trust him either.

Scarlett babbled to him and he smiled at her, albeit he felt like doing anything but smiling. Crying, screaming, begging, punching a wall, maybe.

But he had no one to blame but himself.

“Do you mind watching her real quick? I really have to hit the bathroom,” you said.

“No, we’re fine. Go ahead. It’s down the hall to the right.”

Scarlett saw her mommy leaving the room and started to fuss.

“It’s okay baby, mommy will be right back,” she promised.

“Ma ma,” Scarlett whined, pathetically.

He knew exactly how she felt.

“Hey, want to see some really cool lights?” he asked her, jostling her gently in his arms, walking to the big Family Video sign.

It was a neon red orange that glowed brightly and he thought it would distract her long enough to keep her from crying. She babbled, reaching out towards it, her tiny face illuminated by the neon light.

“I could tell you lots of stories about mommy,” he spoke softly to her.

Scarlett looked up at him as if intrigued by the sound of his voice.

“Most importantly though, I can tell you that I made the biggest mistake ever when I let her go.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things angst

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rednite-dork · 9 months

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write to me

Sebastian Sallow & f!MC

ok, here goes; a short fic after the events of Hogwarts Legacy. It's my first time writing a fic and it's a bit angsty but I hope you still enjoy it! Thank you @just-another-fanfiction-writer for proof-reading this ❤

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“MC! Wait!”

MC stopped in her tracks right before she jumped on the train. She turned her head toward the voice who called her and saw the familiar brunet boy running towards her. She sighed and stepped back from the train.

“Yes, Sebastian?” she said with no emotion to the boy when he came to her. He caught his breath for a moment before breathing out. “I wanted to say goodbye.” MC looked away, fiddling with her robe’s sleeve. “Well. Goodbye then,” She said coldly. Sebastian only stared at her.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to say, his voice filled with remorse. “I know I messed up… But I still want to be your friend. If you let me.” MC could feel a lump forming in her throat as she listened to his words, trying to hold back her emotions.

After the death of Solomon, things changed between them. MC couldn’t bear to look at Sebastian afterwards, the disappointment of his actions and her own shame of enabling him to get this far haunting her. After a long talk, she and Ominis came to the conclusion that Azkaban wasn’t the right choice for Sebastian, though. While it was a horrible act, it was an accident. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe.

“Sebastian…” She whispered, “I… I can’t promise that. After Feldcroft…” her voice started to tremble, unable to finish her sentence.

The words pierced Sebastian. He was kind of expecting an answer like that, yet hearing the words out loud still hurt. The boy looked at her in sadness, shoulders slumped. "I understand," he said quietly and continued. "Will you at least write to me? Please. Ominis won't talk to me and Anne…" he trailed off. Anne left Feldcroft right after she buried their uncle, and Sebastian didn’t know where she went or for how long. He wasn’t even sure if his twin would ever return. He never felt so alone, and he could only blame himself for it. He tried to hold his composure but his voice revealed the overwhelming hurt, sadness and regret he held in his heart. "I have no one left."

MC lifted her gaze from the pavement to look at Sebastian, who was trying to hold back tears from falling. It hurt her to look at her friend in such a state.

They both stood there silently, until the conductor’s whistle rang up in the air, signaling the train about to depart. “I have to go,” the girl quickly turned away, hurrying to the train before Sebastian could say anything else. He watched the person whom he considered his only friend after the death of his uncle, now also leaving him. Alone.

MC broke down in tears as soon as she was out of Sebastian’s field of view, leaning against the train’s wall while everything that happened during her first year of Hogwarts started to build up inside her and spill out. She kept thinking of everything she wanted to say to him, everything that was left unsaid. Her eyes stung from the new tears that were threatening to fall and she took a shaky breath, trying to calm down before walking past the packed up compartments to look for her own to be alone with her thoughts.

Back at the station, he didn’t move from where he stood, instead he watched the train move further away until it disappeared behind the trees. He let himself fall apart on the empty station, his shoulders shaking from silent sobs. The boy stood there for quite some time, not even knowing himself for how long until he turned around slowly to walk back to the empty house in the village with haunting memories. He held on tightly to the hope that she’d write to him during the summer. Otherwise, he didn’t know how he’d be able to survive the loneliness.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fic #broken bebes :'))#this can be read as platonic or romantic I think

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: This is a little deep, but, can we have the RE8 Ladies reacting to Y/N opening up about their abusive ex? Maybe add some reassurance fluff?

CW/TW Mentions of past abuse

I kept things from being very specific because everyone’s experience is different. Please don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable in any way or might have the potential to.

Alcina:

Alcina listened carefully as you opened up about your abusive ex. Her heart went out to you, and she could feel the pain and sadness in your voice. She knew it must have been difficult for you to talk about it, and she was grateful that you trusted her enough to confide in her.

She took your hand in hers and gently squeezed it. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, draga,” She said, her voice filled with empathy. “No one should ever have to endure such cruelty.”

She pulled you into a warm embrace and held you tightly. “But please know that you’re safe now,” She whispered. “You’re with me, and I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you from harm. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

Alcina stroked your hair and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re such a brave person for sharing this with me,” She said. “It takes a lot of strength to open up about something so painful. And I want you to know that I’m here for you. Always.”

She pulled back and looked into your eyes. “You’re not alone in this,” She said. “I’m here with you, and I love you. And together, we’ll get through this.”

Donna:

Donna sat quietly as you began to open up about your abusive ex. She listened intently, her expressive eyes conveying both empathy and concern. When you finished, she reached out a hand and gently clasped yours, offering a small but reassuring smile. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, tesoro,” She said softly. “No one deserves to be treated that way.”

You took comfort in the warmth of her hand.

Donna continued to speak, her words a soothing balm to your wounded heart. “You are safe now, cara mia,” She said. “And you will always be safe with me. I will protect you, no matter what.”

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, overwhelmed by the tenderness in her words. Donna gently wiped your eyes with her other hand.

“You are strong,” She said. “Stronger than you know, cara mia. And you have survived. I admire you for that.” She leaned in and kissed your forehead, a gesture of love and comfort. “You don’t have to carry the weight of your past alone,” She said. “I am here for you, always.”

A weight lifted right off your shoulders, as if a burden you had been carrying for so long had finally left you. You looked up at Donna, your heart full of gratitude and affection. “Thank you,” You said, your voice choked with emotion. “Thank you for being here for me.”

Donna smiled at you, her eyes twinkling with love. “Always,” She said. “I love you.”

Miranda:

Miranda sat in her study, her mind occupied with the numerous tasks and responsibilities that came with leading the village. As she worked, you entered the room, looking downcast and troubled. “Is everything alright, my dear?” Miranda asked, sensing that something was bothering you.

You hesitated before finally speaking up. “I need to talk to you about something,” You said softly. “It’s about my ex… I can’t keep it to myself anymore,” You revealed. You spilled your guts and told her of the horrible things that happened to you.

Miranda’s heart sank at your words. She could see the pain in your eyes. “I’m so sorry, draga mea,” She said, her voice gentle and reassuring. “No one deserves to be treated that way, especially not someone as kind and precious as you.”

She wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace. “I want you to know that you are safe with me,” She said softly. “I will always be here for you, no matter what.”

Miranda continued to hold you, running her fingers through your hair and whispering soothing words of comfort. “You are strong, and you have survived something that no one should ever have to endure,” She said. “I am so proud of you for being brave enough to speak up and share your story with me.”

As she spoke, Miranda could feel your tension slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of calm and security. She knew that healing from abuse was a long and difficult process, but she was determined to support you every step of the way.

“You are loved,” She said, kissing your head. “And you will always be loved. You are not alone, my dear. Never forget that.”

Bela:

Bela listened intently as you opened up about your past experiences with your abusive ex. She could see the pain etched on your face and hear the tremble in your voice. As you finished speaking, she reached out and cupped your cheek.

“Baby, I’m so sorry that you had to endure such a terrible experience,” Bela said softly. “Thank you for opening up to me about it.”

She stroked your face softly with her thumb, wanting to offer some reassurance in the midst of your pain. “I am here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone, and I will do everything in my power to support you and help you heal.”

Bela took a deep breath and continued, “I know it can be difficult to trust after being hurt, but I promise to always be honest and kind to you. You deserve to be loved and cherished.”

As she spoke, Bela leaned in and kissed you. “You are so strong and beautiful, my love. I am honored to be by your side and support you through anything life throws at us.”

She wrapped her arms around you and held you close, offering security. In that moment, Bela vowed to always be there for you, no matter what.

Cassandra:

Cass sat silently in her room with you, the glow of the fireplace casting shadows across her face. She was lost in thought, trying to make sense of the strange feelings that had been stirring inside her since you had opened up about your abusive ex.

She had always known that you had a troubled past, but hearing the details of the abuse you had endured left her feeling helpless and angry. She couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hurting the person she loved, and the fact that you had suffered broke her heart.

Finally, she turned to you, taking your hand in hers. “I am so sorry that you had to go through that, darling,” She said softly. “You deserve so much better than that kind of treatment. No one has the right to hurt you, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you never have to experience anything like that again.”

She pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you close as she gave you reassurances and whispered words of love. “You are safe here with me,” She said, “And I will always be here for you, darling. You don’t have to face anything alone anymore.”

As you clung to each other, Cass felt a deep sense of gratitude for the trust and vulnerability that you had shown her. She knew that it wasn’t easy to open up about such painful experiences, and she was honored that you had chosen to share this part of yourself with her.

“You are so brave,” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “And you are loved. Always remember that.”

Daniela:

Dani was sitting in her favorite armchair, flipping through the pages of a book, when you walked into the room looking troubled. She immediately noticed the tense look on your face and the way you were fidgeting with your hands.

“Dani,” You began, your voice shaking slightly. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Dani put down her book and turned her full attention to you. “Of course, baby. What is it?”

“I…I need to talk to you about my ex,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Instantly, Dani felt her chest tighten with concern. “Whatever it is, my love, you can tell me. I’m here for you.” She patted the ottoman in front of her for you to sit down.

You sat and finally began to speak. As you told your story, Dani listened attentively, offering words of comfort and support along the way. She could see the pain in your eyes, the way the memories of the abuse still haunted you.

When you finished, Dani took your hands in hers and looked deeply into your eyes. “I want you to know that you are safe with me, always,” She said softly. “You are not alone, and you never have to go through anything like that again. I will always be here for you, my love.”

As she spoke, she leaned in and kissed you. She could feel your tension melting away as you leaned into her embrace.

“You are so strong,” Dani whispered. “I am so proud of you for sharing this with me. You deserve to be loved and cherished, and I promise to do just that.”

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maverickbabes · 11 months

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I'm sorry

Aged!Up!Lo'ak Sully x female!human!reader!

Lo'ak and Reader are both 19

Warnings: Angst to fluff, cussing, insults, size/height difference, hurt y/n, cute and fluff ending. I think that's all :)

Summary: Lo'ak and y/n are fighting and Lo'ak insults her, not knowing how much it hurt her. Y/n breaks up with Lo'ak and he plans something cute and romantic trying to make it up to her.

A/N: Hi my darlings. So my writer's block is somewhat gone so I was able to write this which i'm very happy about. My depression is still kicking my butt but I'm trying to power through it :) Enjoy!

requested by: @ella34435

"Lo'ak you need to be more careful" Y/n scolds him as she begins wrapping up the small wound on his arm. Her mask makes a hissing sound as she takes a breath and Lo'ak rolls his eyes as he turns his head to look out of the hut, annoyance evident on his face.

"You wouldn't understand" He mutters under his breath as he gets up and begins to walk out of the hut. "Hey what did you say?" Y/n asks concern in her voice while she reaches for his much bigger hand, halting him movements.

Lo'ak closes his eyes in frustration as he turns around to look at y/n. His tall 7'7 frame towered over her small 5'4 frame. "I said you wouldn't understand" He repeats as he looks down at her and y/n shakes her head in disbelief.

She grabs both of his hands into her and pulls him closer to her as she tilts her head up to look at him. "I do understand Lo trust me I-" She says but Lo'ak scoffs and lets go of her hands. "You don't! You aren't a clan member" He said as he turns around and begins to walk out of the hut.

"I DO understand Lo'ak! Just because I'm not a fucking clan member doesn't mean I don't understand you!" Y/n shouts at his backside and this makes something snap inside him. He turns around so quick causing his two braids to whip around, the beads clanking against each other.

"You're not like me who's some freak that has five fingers instead of four! All you are is a stupid sky person that has to breathe through that mask just to survive on Pandora!" He snaps as he huffs in anger. Y/n could feel her heart break just from that sentence her boyfriend said.

Stupid sky person

Needs the mask just to survive on Pandora

Stupid sky person.

Tears brimmed in y/n's eyes as she looked down at the ground, silence falling between the two. "I can't do this anymore" She whispers as she ran out of the hut tears streaking down her face. Lo'ak eyes widen as he realize what just happened.

She broke up with him.

"Y/n. Baby wait" Lo'ak says running out after y/n but soon stops once he realizes that there was no way he was going to catch up with her. Defeat flooded through Lo'ak as he hung his head low, slowly walking back to the hut with a frown. He really fucked up this time didn't he?

He didn't mean what he said, he was just frustrated and took it out on his girlfriend. "I need to make it up to her" Lo'ak mumbles to himself as he begins to devise a plan so he could show her how much he does love her and apologize.

"Baby bro, why are you pacing around?" Neteyam says to Lo'ak and he looks towards the entrance of the hut to see his older brother standing there with a small smile. "I kinda really fucked up with y/n today and I'm thinking of a way to make it up to her" He explains genuinely feeling horrible for what he said.

Neteyam nods his head in understanding then walks over to his younger brother to give his shoulders a squeeze. "You got this mighty warrior" Neteyam encourages as he ruffles up his braids, earning a playful hiss from Lo'ak.

The next few days Lo'ak planned a romantic date for y/n. Y/n was in the healer's hut organizing and restocking the supplies when she saw the front flap open, revealing Lo'ak. She stops herself from rolling her eyes as she gets up and begins to focus on another project - On the other side of the hut.

"I come in peace" Lo'ak says, lifting his hands up in surrender as he gave her a small smile. "You're not injured, so what do you want Lo'ak?" Y/n said with a hint of sadness and hurt as she leaned against the table and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Okay I deserved that. I was wondering if you can come with me?" He asks as he walks over to her, noticing how her cheeks were dusted with a light pink tint just from him moving closer to her. "I don't know Lo'ak. We broke up and I d-" She starts to say but he cuts her off as he knew what she was going to say.

He grabs her hands into his and gives them a small squeeze, smiling at how her hands were so small compared to his. "I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere romantic" He says as he reaches up to move some of her stray hair that fell over her mask.

Y/n leans into his touch for a moment before opening her eyes and looks up at the boy she loves oh so much. "Fine. Lead the way" She tells him reluctantly and he smiles widely before taking her by the hand and running out the hut.

"Lo slow down!" Y/n screams cheerfully with some fear laced in her voice as she nearly falls over her feet multiple times. Lo'ak stops in his tracks before turning around and picking her up bridal style. Y/n lets out a giggle as she looks in the direction he was walking while Lo'ak chuckled to at her clumsiness.

"Why are we going to the forest Lo?" Y/n questions as she looks up at him and he glances down at her before looking forward once more. "It's a surprise y/n. It's worth it, I hope" He says whispering the last part at the end as he maneuvers his way through the forest while his stomach starts to flutter with butterflies.

"And we're here" He says setting y/n down gently on the ground and she looks in front of her in shock. In front of her was a blanket with a variety of snacks and drinks, including some riding gear for y/n. "You did all of this?" She asks surprised as she could feel the tears form in her eyes.

He nods grabbing her hands and gets down on his knee so he can be eye level with her. "I planned this for you so I could apologize. You're not a stupid sky person. You're my person and I love you. I know you need that mask to survive and if you didn't have that mask, you wouldn't be here

And I thank my lucky stars that I get to see you everyday. I know you're planning on transferring to your na'vi body but I love you just the way you are. I love you and I'm sorry" He explains to her feeling a tear fall down his cheek and y/n sniffles before wrapping her arms around him, squeezing tightly.

"I love you too Lo. I'll always love you" She whispers as she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent. God she missed him and missed being his. After a few moments had pass, he reluctantly releases from the hug to look at her and she places her hand on his face.

"Can I be yours again Lo'ak?" She says her voice cracking a little and he nods his head before wrapping his arms around her once more, pulling her onto his lap. He held her in his arms and she lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. "I want to try something" She mumbles as she takes a deep breath then takes off her mask.

Lo'ak eyes widens in concern as he was about to say something but she grabs his face and crashes her lips against his, instantly shutting him up. His large hands find their way to her hips and he pulls her impossibly closer to his chest as they stay like that.

"Mmm" Y/n hums into the kiss before breaking it and immediately putting her mask back on. Lo'ak looks at her while a whole bunch of emotions go through him all at once.

Happy, Scared, Loving, Aroused, Content

Instead of doing what he originally had planned, he moved everything off the blanket and laid down on it with his arms opened for y/n to accept. She shakes her head before laying down next to him and snuggling up against his chest.

"I love you y/n" Lo'ak whispers as he runs his fingertips across her arm. "I love you Lo" She repeats as she smiles before looking up at the Tree of Voices, thanking Eywa silently in her head.

Tagged List: @leoloeleosworld

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hobiebrownismygod · 5 months

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Heyyyy, friend.

This is kind of a personal request, slightly triggering to some people, but if you're willing (will completely understand if you're not) can you write head cannons for how ever many spider people you want seeing readers self harm scars for the first time?

Don't feel pressured, it's a hard topic to write. Take all the time you need,

Stay safe and I hope you a happy time

I wasn't sure if you wanted romantic or platonic, so I wrote romantic, since I tend to be better at it 😭 I hope you enjoy it! As always, thank you for requesting <3

Hobie Brown ✰

Hobie Brown was absolutely devastated. When he saw you pull up your baggy sleeves nonchalantly, revealing fresher-looking scars on your wrists, he immediately grabbed your hand, looking at it with a shocked expression on your face. He didn't process it at first, refusing to believe that his sweet girl/boy would ever think about hurting themself. The next thing he'd do is pull you into a hug, not even letting you explain yourself before his body completely enveloped yours and he was holding your face with his big, slightly watery eyes. "Why would you do this?" He'd whisper, giant hands covering yours as he ran his fingers over the mostly healed scars. "Promise me you won't do 't again, sunshine." he'd tell you, voice dropping and tone turning serious, something you rarely saw on him. "Don't hurt yourself." And when you'd nod, swearing you'd try to stop, a slight smile would spread across his face. "You know I love you, right?" He'd proceed to not let you out of his sight for the following weeks, just to make sure his darling was staying true to their promises.

Miles Morales (1610) ✰

Miles Morales wouldn't ask you upright. He'd stay silent about it for a few moments, trying to think of a way to talk to you about them without seeming like he was prying. Eventually, he'd coax you into telling him why exactly you'd hurt yourself and when you opened up, he'd nod silently and listen, absorbing all the feelings, all the pain, like the empath he was. He'd be so calm about it, big brown eyes fixated on yours, being the most tender and sympathetic towards you, although he was always like that. He'd make you promise to seek help, no matter how much you hated it. Afterwards, he'd do as much research as he could to find ways to make you feel safer, more loved, reading about it so much he practically became a licensed therapist overnight. When you'd try to brush his advice off, he'd practically shove his sources into your face, saying "Trust me, chocolate is supposed to make you feel better!" and etc, to the point where you had to make him promise to start doing his work, because he'd been focusing more on helping you than on his own classes.

Miles G. Morales (42) ✰

Miles G. Morales would understand. He'd had thoughts of his own at some points, following his dad's death. He help you bandage them up properly, show you how to disinfect them so that you didn't develop sepsis or some horrible infections, before gently kissing your hands and wrists all over, promising you, "it'll feel better soon." He'd make you lay down next to him, rubbing circles into your back and shoulders while you rested your head against his chest, just enjoying each others' presence. After a little while, you'd start opening up about it to him, and he'd kiss you on the forehead in between breaths, making sure his sunflower felt as loved as humanly possible.

Gwen Stacy ✰

Gwen Stacy would respond to seeing them with visible anger. Her voice would raise slightly, turn a little squeaky as she fought to stop herself from getting too emotional, knowing it might scare you. She hated the thought that her favorite person was hurting themselves and she blamed herself for it a little as well. She'd think to herself, maybe if I was a better girlfriend, they wouldn't feel the need hurt themselves. Maybe I wasn't loving enough? Caring enough? She'd overthink it to the point of it turning into a painful topic for the both of you, but once you sat down and had a conversation together, one that she tried to avoid for as long as possible, the night ended with the two of you cuddled together, laughing and crying in each others arms as the emotions simply spread out around you. You'd end up talking about this night for days to come, and it would only strengthen the love and bond between you two. After all, you were her rock, just like she was yours. You needed each other.

Pavitr Prabhakar ✰

Pavitr Prabhakar would be so terrified that he'd accidentally escalate the situation into an even worse one, begging you to let him take you to a hospital, even if the wounds weren't fresh. You'd tell him you were okay and that going to a hospital wasn't necessary but he'd be afraid to the point where he'd simply toss you over his shoulder and make his way towards the door. However, after seeing how much you didn't want anyone to find you, he'd begrudgingly sit you down, holding your hands in his and asking a million questions per minute, asking, "Why would you do this to yourself? Is it because of me? Are you okay? How long have you been doing this for? Does it hurt? Why didn't you tell me before? Have you told anyone-" etc, to the point where you literally have to close his mouth with your hand so you can explain yourself. At the end, he'd simply make you promise to never do it again, going as far as to have you sign a written document (that he scribbled out himself), just so you'd feel really bad if you ever tried to harm yourself again. For the following weeks, he'd keep looking at you weirdly, leaning over and taking your hand randomly to check on the scars and see if they were healing and to check for new ones, just to make sure you were sticking to your promise. "I can't let you hurt yourself, meri jaan-" he'd tell you. "I need you."

Please remember, self-harm is a serious topic and if you know anybody who is self-harming or is potentially considering suicide, or if you yourself are doing these things reach out to professionals and seek help. https://988lifeline.org

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gloriousbouquetlove · 3 months

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The Phantom General and The Dawn Knight

This crazy idea came to mind.

In the first years that humans arrived in the Briar Kingdom, a young Lilia Vanrouge (about 200 years old) meets a young healer.

At first Lilia is on alert for this human, but as time goes by she becomes captivated by the woman's beauty and kindness.

And the young woman is not far behind either, although Lilia at first had a cold behavior towards her, she could see that deep down she was a determined being with the goal of becoming stronger to protect her comrades.

Lilia shows strange behavior, she waits impatiently for the training to end, her mind is in the clouds and she smiles from time to time. This was obviously noticed by her best friends Meleanor and Levan, and Lilia had no choice but to confess.

Levan on the one hand is happy that Lilia is in love with someone (even if it's a human), and after learning this Levan strives to find a way to make a peace treaty with the humans (but the senate flatly refuses). to this idea).

While with Meleanor she doesn't know what to think, on the one hand, she is happy that Lilia found love (since she was worried that Lilia would die alone like an abandoned dog), but on the other hand, the person Lilia fell in love with is a HUMAN, a relationship between a fairy and a human for several and very obvious reasons could never work, but here is Lilia the fairy with the most rational sense that is known to anyone and does not care about this. But who is she to judge, after all when a fairy falls in love nothing stops him (she knows this very well after courting Levan for 50 years).

But unfortunately an event occurred that would change everything.

The young healer discovered that the silver owls were kidnapping the forest fairies to sell them and in turn that they were making weapons with the magic stones they found in the caves to attack the dark fairies.

The young woman did not sit idly by, she asked her bird friends to warn Lilia, and in the meantime she, along with other humans who were against the actions of the silver owls, would save the fairies.

But when Lilia and her troops arrived everything was chaos, there were fairies flying for their lives while the silver owls had already eliminated all the traitors one by one.

Despite having their magical weapons, the silver owls were defeated by the dark fairies. Without any other options, they retreated, but they swore that this would not end here and they were going to seek revenge.

After the fight Lilia looked for her beloved only to find a horrible scene, that sweet woman with eyes bright like dawn and lips of a tender pink color is replaced by a corpse that has lost the light from its eyes and its lips stained with its same red blood. And Lilia simply can't stand the pain and breaks down, he cries and screams to whoever is in heaven why this happened, why an innocent woman had to suffer such a fate.

When Meleanor finds out what happened she can't believe it, these damn humans threatening her kingdom out of greed and willing to kill their own species to achieve it, this simply makes her sick.

And Levan is not far behind, he knows that not all humans are evil, but this act they just committed is horrible.

Both are together with Lilia to console him for his loss.

100 years later, the dark fairies and the silver owls were in the middle of a battle, both sides were equal and it seemed that there would be no end to it, until their champions came face to face. On one side was General Lilia Vanrouge and on the other was the Knight of Dawn. Their battle was brutal, both possessed extraordinary strength and abilities, so powerful was their fight that their masks flew off, revealing their faces.

Lilia was paralyzed, there in front of him was she, the woman he once loved, golden hair like the sun, pink lips like a tender rose, and those beautiful eyes that shine like an aurora. Lilia could only whisper: “Leia.”

The knight of dawn looked surprised:

“How…how do you know my name?”

And before both could say anything else, their troops called them, they both made their troops withdraw since on both sides everyone was very badly wounded.

With Lilia, he couldn't believe it, she was there, his beloved had returned, but apparently fate likes to play with him, since she returned, but as his greatest enemy.

Meanwhile with the knight of the dawn, or rather with Leia, she was deep in thought.

“Who was that fairy?”

How did he know my name?

Why didn't he attack me?

So many thoughts passed through his mind, but the one that was most in his head was:

“He looked like the man I saw… no… that I met in my dreams.”

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I really don't know how I had this idea, I was just sitting there and thought: "what if the knight of the dawn is a woman and marries Lilia and they have Silver."

I would like to think that in this way many things would change, Meleanor and Levan would still be alive and would be with Malleus, Silver would not have to feel like garbage knowing that his biological father was the one who murdered the mother of Malleus, the knight of the dawn (Leia) wouldn't have to do such a horrible act and could be with his son, and Lilia wouldn't have to lose anyone she loves and could live a happy life with his wife and son.

This idea is crazy, but I like it (or maybe it's a way to deal with the big hit of depression that chapter 7 and what's missing from it) generated in me.

I'm sorry if it's not completely understood, English is not my first language.

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 10 months

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hii! i wanted to request a laurel x reader where they are escaping the school after what laurel did. laurel finds the reader all bruised and bloody and helps her up and into the car. they keep driving for what seems like hours and they stop somewhere to get clothes and stuff and to find a place to sleep.

after that night is passed the reader wakes up next to laurel and starts freaking out about everything that’s happening. laurel reassures them and gives them some loving (light smut and a lot of fluff)

once they are back on the road laurel arrives at a cabin in the woods (where they will be staying its very far from everything). they get as settled as they can and laurel asks the reader to marry her after everything.

Yesss!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! If you like this plot, I've written one fic similar to this one. You can read it here :))))

Runaway love

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: slightly smut, bad choices (or good ones, you decide), fluff

Word count: 3,641

Summary: She’s not the woman you know, she’s a terrible woman, and she wants you to go with her in a dangerous trip, the most important trip of your life

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

Your whole body ached. You had several wounds, they were bleeding. The cold floor of the Crackstone crypt poked into your skin like a pin.

You should have listened to her. You should have listened to Marilyn, to Laurel. You loved that sweet Marilyn, your teacher, that forbidden love that grew between plants and clandestine kisses. You loved her, not the psycho killer who revealed herself in front of your eyes in the conservatory.

She lied to you, she cheated on you. She made you false promises of a life together, of a promising future. You could bear the deception, being with a person who wouldn't exist, but you couldn't bear the fact that to achieve that dream life people had to die, your companions had to die.

Laurel told you to go with Tyler, to wait for her to come back to run away together. You couldn't do that. You had to interfere, you had to go to that horrible place to see how the love of your life kidnapped your classmate, tortured her, and all so that her ancestor, Joseph Crackstone, would be resurrected and could complete the revenge of your lover.

You were soft, weak. You tried to reason with her, to make her back off, but you couldn't, you didn't make it in time. Just when Laurel seemed to start listening to you, the pilgrim pointed his staff at you, calling you spawn, monster. You couldn't avoid the impact of that staff on you. You were thrown through the crypt walls, landing with a very hard blow to your arm.

You screamed on the floor as you watched that demon stab Wednesday Addams in the belly, while the redhead looked your way. You wanted to believe that you saw fear in her face, fear of losing you. That was what your heart saw, tirelessly screaming its love for her, the love you couldn't stop feeling.

“I'll come back for you, (Y/N), I promise,” she whispered before disappearing with that man.

You wanted to scream, to help your wounded classmate, but you couldn't, you fainted before you could see how your lover walked away.

You crawled so you could sit against the wall. There was no sound, just silence. You were terrified, Wednesday wasn't there, you didn't know how much time had passed, you didn't know what had happened.

You could just cry for the deceit, for the lie. You cried because of your feelings, which had hardly changed, but above all, you cried because of the uncertainty.

Footsteps on the grass alerted you. Your arm hurt too much, you weren't even able to stand up.

“(Y/N), oh my God, thank goodness you're fine.”

It was her, Laurel. The redhead seemed terrified, she was panting, surely from having to run. You looked at her with hundreds of questions on your face and with tears running down your cheeks.

“Laurel…” You sighed. She smiled sadly and nodded, crouching down in front of you.

“My girl… How are you?”

She was nervous, her whole body was shaking. You shook your head, stretching out your arm as far as it would go.

“Honey, can you walk?” She asked, stroking your injured arm.

“I don't know…” You said with a small voice. You couldn't help but look at her with resentment, but every time you saw her eyes, your whole body prevented you from feeling hate, feeling that resentment. You only felt love, and that made you feel disgusted with yourself.

The redhead looked back several times. It was obvious that she was running away, that she wanted to escape, and to take you with her.

“Where are we going?” You asked, hissing in pain as Laurel grabbed your waist, pulling you up.

She didn’t answer. She dragged you away from there the way she could. You were about to fall to the ground several times. You were weak, sore, and exhausted. You hardly even noticed what was happening around you, you just heard how a car door opened, and you got inside.

“That's it, very good, honey,” she said, also rushing into the car.

You didn't move, you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened, in a kind of shock state. Laurel buckled you up and started the car, driving fast with no lights.

“Shit…” The redhead whispered, seeing the reflection of blue and red lights near the car. She abruptly turned into a driveway and stopped the car between some trees. Patrol cars passed by and she sighed with relief, praying they hadn't seen you. Apparently they didn't.

You had a lost look, you didn't know where you were, who your companion was, you recognized her eyes, her voice, but you didn't recognize her soul.

“What happened?” You asked with a broken voice. Laurel looked in the rearview mirror, frowning, watching the patrol cars drive away from there.

“I couldn't do it," she said dryly. “I have failed.”

“Where are you taking me?” You asked scared by the cold gaze of your lover. “What happened to Weems, Wednesday and the others?”

“They're all alive,” she whispered. “But now you have to be quiet, okay? We have to get out of Jericho, out of Vermont, and we have to do it right now, you understand?”

You didn't say anything, you just let more tears roll down your cheeks. Laurel snorted and turned to you, running a hand up your arm. You pushed it away immediately when you felt a terrible pain.

“What's wrong with your arm?” She asked, with some concern. “Oh, my God...” She said as she rolled up your sleeve and saw a horrible purple, black, and all colored bruise.

She was thoughtful for a moment and then she got out of the car and opened the trunk, taking a small bag from it.

“Stay still, I'm going to heal that for you,” she told you, with an indifferent tone.

You couldn't blame her for being afraid. Probably all the police would be looking for her. At that moment you realized, she was a fugitive, and so were you.

With a few quick movements, she spread a cream over your arm and put a makeshift bandage on it. She tossed the things to the back seats and started the engine again.

“Where are we going?” You asked, desperate for an answer.

“We are going to live a life together, (Y/N), far from here. Just like I promised, do you remember?”

“That, that's not true, you're running away, they're chasing you,” you said, moving away from her a bit as you continued down the road.

“I wish it had been under different circumstances, (Y/N)…” She told you, looking at the road.

You didn't say anything else, you just leaned your head against the glass, watching how you leave your old life behind, everything.

The sun did not shine yet, but it seemed eternal to you. There was silence, nobody wanted to talk. You started to think about everything, but you were unable to utter a word. Your brain was thinking about what you had done, running away with her. Your heart was happy, knowing that you were with her. All those feelings together made you almost completely paralyzed.

Laurel stepped to the side again and turned on the car's interior light as she pulled out a map. You looked at her out of the corner of your eye.

“Well… There are secondary roads up to here, and then we can go by the tractors way…” She said to herself. Then she looked at you and sighed.

“Honey, dear…” She told you, caressing your cheek. “I promise you that everything will be fine. You have to trust me.”

You looked at her and slowly shook your head. The dream was terrible, your whole body ached, and the car ride was not helping at all.

“I'm very tired, Laurel…” You said, letting me caress you again. She huffed and looked at her watch.

“We've only been driving for four hours, my love, it will be dawn soon and…”

You sobbed, with your eyes lost and your body destroyed. Your face was the one of a living dead, pleading with your eyes. It seems that her expression softened a bit, clearly she was very sorry for you. That was good, it meant she felt something for you, something you had been wondering about for a long time.

“Okay, let me see…” she told you, looking back at the map. “Look, there's an old gas station two miles away, with a bit of luck they rent rooms. Listen to me, (Y/N),” she told you, grabbing your chin. You tried to pull away from her, causing her grip to tighten. “Listen to me!” She yelled.

You looked at her scared and swallowed. She was starting to scare you.

“We are going to stop at that damn gas station, you are going to sleep a little, and tomorrow morning you are going to be fine and we will continue our trip, do you understand me?”

You didn't want to upset her any more and you were too tired to get out of the car and run down the road. You nodded. Laurel frowned at you with a lot of anger in her eyes, but she kept driving.

Indeed, after a few minutes you arrived at a gas station that seemed abandoned. It wasn't, there was light.

“Come on, let's go,” Laurel said, helping you out of the car. “Look, (Y/N), they have rooms,” she said pointing to an old sign that announced the same thing.

You awkwardly walked into the small store, always held by the redhead. At the counter was a lovely old lady, who put down the newspaper she was reading and looked at you with a smile.

“Good evening, what…? Oh my God, what has happened to this poor girl?” The old woman asked, looking at you with fear.

“She had a car accident, I took her back with her parents, she was on vacation with her friends and…” Laurel lied. The lady put her hands on her hips, but she apparently believed it.

“Ah, youth, who knows what trouble this poor creature has gotten into,” she said, looking at you. You hid on Laurel's shoulder. Your eyes were swollen and would probably raise more unwanted questions.

“That sign outside... The one about the rooms...” The redhead said, sounding indifferent. “Do you still rent them?”

“Oh, of course,” the woman said.

“Perfect, it's a long trip and I prefer to rest a bit. Give us one.”

“Very well, safety first. I'm tired of seeing haggard truckers demanding tons and tons of caffeine,” She said kindly, taking a key from a drawer. Poor lady, if she only knew.

“Go up to the room, honey, I have to buy some things,” the redhead told you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You shuffled up the stairs.

It was not the typical motel room. It was cozy. The bed looked like something out of a doll's house and all the decorations were adorable. It certainly didn't feel like a gas station room, it almost felt like you were at home.

You didn't want to delay it any longer. You lay down on the bed and after a few sobs you managed to close your eyes and sleep.

You woke up to the sound of birds. A dim light illuminated the room through the curtain. It was daylight. You shifted a bit, realizing that it hadn't been a nightmare. Your arm ached and your head throbbed. No, it wasn't a nightmare, you had escaped with her, with who had started all the problems. You didn't know where you were going, or what you were doing there. The shock you had the night before had already passed. Now rage and anger ran through your bowels.

You were not alone, she was by your side, stroking your back gently. She was sitting on the bed and you had your head in her lap. You jumped up.

“(Y/N), you're awake,” she said. She looked like she had slept too. She was only wearing the apple shirt she used to wear under her blue jumpsuit, and her underwear. You shook your head and got up immediately.

“Where am I?” You asked, looking around you, scared. Laurel blinked, her jaw dropping. She also got up from the bed and gestured for you to lower your voice.

“Shh, don't talk so loud, (Y/N). We are at the gas station, far from Jericho,” she explained to you with a calmer tone than the one she had the night before.

Her redhead tried to gently grab your shoulders, but you jerked away, backing away.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t, don't come close!” You yelled.

“Honey, please, don't yell,” she told you, visibly saddened by your reaction.

“You were to blame for everything. You fooled me, you fooled us all. You have, you have killed people, Laurel, and you have forced me to go with you, you have kidnapped me!” You screamed desperately.

“No, that is not so, honey. Please, calm down.”

“I don't want to calm down! I trusted you! I loved you! I… I! I hate you!” You said, throwing yourself towards her, hitting her chest with your fists.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” You yelled. After a few blows that were surely hurting her, the redhead grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You burst into tears “ I hate you…”

She pulled at you, hugging you to her chest, silencing your cries and sobs. You stopped trying to hit her and you felt weak, very weak.

“I know it's not true, my girl…” She whispered in your ear. “You're angry, I understand...”

“You don't understand… I loved you… I… I love you…” You said, moving your head on her chest and hanging on to her shirt.

“I know, honey… I love you too, I love you more than my own life. I just…I just wanted…to go with you, away from there. Give you the life that I have promised you...”

You shook your head, feeling how her perfume could change the way you see things. Your nerves began to calm down.

“Listen to me, (Y/N). I'm not going to force you to come with me,” she said, kissing your hair. “If you want, I'll take you back to Jericho... Is that what you want?”

“Really, You would do that?” You asked, looking up.

“Of course. I only care about your happiness. If I can't give you that happiness, I have no right to...”

She couldn't continue the sentence. You kissed her passionately.

A change in your feelings made you see things differently. You were on the run, yes, you were fugitives, yes. But you loved her, you wanted her. Living a life with her, away from people, away from prejudice, just her and you, was beginning to sound too good in your mind.

She looked at you raising an eyebrow as she brushed a lock of your hair away, tucking it behind your ear.

“Don't you want to go back?” She asked, caressing your cheek. You shook your head, hugging her again.

“No... I... I... I want, I want to go with you, Laurel,” you confessed, thus showing your true desires, your true feelings. You had doubts about what she felt for you, and that risky offer was an irrefutable proof that she loved you.

“Honey... You make me so happy,” she whispered, hugging you tightly. “You have to relax, okay? It is very important that you are calm. You have nothing to fear, I am with you and I will always be with you.”

You nodded, pulling away from her and sitting up on the bed. She sat next to you, caressing you gently.

“You're so good… So beautiful…” She whispered to you, touching your leg almost tickling you. You noticed some cramps, a familiar sensation. It wasn't worth just a few words, you wanted real proof, a love act.

“Laurel…To…Touch me, please…” You said in a low voice. She looked at you tenderly and pushed you to lie down on the bed.

“Okay, (Y/N), come here. Mommy is going to relax you a bit,” she whispered, lowering your underwear.

You wouldn't know how to explain it, but you never enjoyed as much as that morning. Her touch was slow, far from the abruptness with which she used to make love to you. She caressed you, she kissed you. She moved her fingers inside you as if you were something fragile, something precious, a treasure.

She told you not to yell, but you disobeyed. Her pace was so slow that you could feel her inside you for longer. You felt how little by little your conscience was taking away. You were exhausted, but you didn't feel any pain, not even in your arm. You only felt pleasure. A fleeting pleasure. Clandestine, adventurer.

“I love you…” You said between moans, about to reach your first orgasm as a fugitive. She smiled and curled her fingers into you, making your back tense and twist as you fought not to scream too much. You kissed her without having caught your breath, you wanted to love her, apologize for having doubted the love she felt for you. It was fast, like she was even more desperate for you to love her than you are. It was like a nightmare that turned into a dream, a very sweet one.

“Honey, it's impossible for someone to love you as much as I do…” Laurel whispered, buttoning her shirt again and getting up to get a tray that was on the dresser. “Look at this, that kind old lady has prepared breakfast for us.”

She put the tray on your lap and you realized how hungry you were, devouring those bacon and eggs as if it were your last meal.

“And there are more surprises in the car. I bought clothes for you and some music CDs for the trip. When you finish eating breakfast we'll leave, okay, honey?”

You nodded with your mouth full. Now you were excited, excited by that clandestine trip, by that adventure.

“Laurel…” You said, realizing that you didn't know an important detail. She nodded as she dressed, not taking her eyes off the curtains.

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, it's a surprise, (Y/N). I'm sure you'll love it...”

After breakfast, you said goodbye to that kind old lady and continued your trip.

Crossing the borders of two more states, the redhead finally breathed, relaxing completely, even singing with you some of the songs from the records she had bought for you. It looked like a vacation and you forgot it wasn’t at all.

You drove two more days. It was exhausting, but Laurel smiled when you arrived at a small town.

“Is it here?” You asked, looking out the window.

“Yes honey, this is our new home.”

At the end of a street, there was a path that led to a small forest. You were very curious but you didn't ask, you preferred to see it for yourself.

The redhead parked in front of a small cabin. You looked at it enthusiastically. It was small, cozy, and surrounded by nature.

“Come, honey,” she told you, opening your door. “We are already at home.”

You nodded and followed her obsessed by the beauty of that landscape.

The cabin was as cozy on the inside as it looked on the outside. It was made of wood, with a fireplace and furniture that smelled new. Behind a door there was a room with a double bed. It was bright, it was far from everything and everyone. It was perfect, much better than in your dreams.

“Well, what do you think?” Laurel asked, hugging you around the waist. “Do you like it?”

You nodded, causing her to laugh with pleasure.

“It's beautiful, Laurel, I can't imagine a better place…” You sighed, not wanting to stop smelling that cozy, varnished wood.

The redhead gave you a brief kiss on the lips and left the suitcases in the room while you observed every detail of your new home. You had done a crazy thing, but you would never forgive yourself for giving it up.

“Wait, I still haven't show you the best…” She told you, approaching you with her hands behind her back.

She reached out with one of her hands and took yours, caressing it gently and looking up at you with bright eyes.

“I have no words to describe the love I feel for you, (Y/N). I know you won't be able to forgive my actions, but I do know that you can love me, that you want to love me. I can't imagine a life without you, and I want to spend the rest of mine by your side. I don't know if you'll say yes, but I have to try, the love I feel for you compels me to do it.”

Saying that, she dropped to one knee and looked down at you nervously. You put a hand to your mouth, knowing what that position meant.

“(Y/N), my love, the girl of my dreams, will you marry me?”

You were overjoyed when you saw how from the hand she had on her back took out a small box with a shiny ring inside.

You were so excited that you didn't even respond immediately, making her even more nervous.

“I… Yes, yes, yes, yes. Of course I want to marry you.”

The redhead smiled with relief and let herself go as you pulled her into the most romantic kiss of your entire life.

You made mistakes, crazy things. You left Nevermore, Jericho, without looking back. You were chasing a dream, an impossible love that came true. Nothing mattered to you anymore, only your new life, the new life you would have with her.

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Chasing you Chapter 9 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warning-police work it gets gory at times and horrible so be aware 18+ smut eventually.

Chapter1. Next chapter. Masterlist

The house was cold, and there was nothing left of this home. The walls had happy photos of times before your diagnosis. You looked at all the memories of Disneyland trips, vacations to beaches. You looked at the next photo, you were in a doctors room. James kissing your forehead. You watched james' smile slowly drop through treatment photos.

There it was, you held the bell, the ringing sounded, people clapping, you could hear it. You had been listed in full remission, and James' face had a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Glass shattered across the floor. You grabbed another frame, throwing it across the room. You ran to the bedroom packing your things. You filled your car with everything you own. Each box solidified the fact that this relationship was over. You grabbed your keys, and you took off the home key off the key ring. You made sure everything was in your car. You laid the last picture down next to a note.

'I'm leaving. You're no longer the person I fell in love with.'

You owed him no other explanation, you didn't tell him where you went it didn't matter. You were free. You locked the house leaving the key under the mat. You didn't want to deal with men for a while. You didn't want to live through this back and forth push and pull of men. You wanted time to yourself with your bestfriend.

"Ken..." You trailed through the phone.

He was sitting in his living room. "Yes?"

"I dont, I don't have anywhere to go." You spoke softly. I'm not quite able to get the sentence out right.

"Did you... is he gone?" Kennedy's jaw slacked in shock.

"Yeah. I packed everything this morning." You were numb. You lost feeling everywhere.

"Get your fine, single ass over here... is exactly what Seresin is going to say when you call him."

"Ken, I'm really not in the mood. I just packed my entire house. Can I stay with you?"

"Um... can we finally talk about how hot the pool party was and have a drink? Hold on, I gotta make a call. Come over, we will sleep and then have a loser got lost party just me and you." Kennedy hung up the phone.

"Seresin, I don't have much time, man. Monroe, she's done with him. Give her some time. She's coming to my place. Just call me your certified wingman."

"Yeah, a damn good one, too." Jake laid back in his tub. The phone call ended.

"It has been a week, Marilyn." Kennedy sits beside you on the couch. He wraps his arm around you like he has every night since the breakup. He held you close. "Look, this is hard, I know, but you have to start healing. You have cried every day. I need you to get up from this couch. Honey, look at me." Kennedy placed a hand on your cheek. "You are incredible. You never deserved the way he treated you. Can you please for me try to get out of this? I'm tired of watching you slowly drown." He kissed your temple and stood up. "We're going out. You're ready for it."

"No, I'm not ready." Your voice never lifts from a whisper. The pain is excruciating. You broke up with a man you were still in love with. It is a very strange circumstance. Just because you are in love doesn't mean you're happy. You saw it, Ken saw it. The entire shift saw the relationship crumble, holding on to a single thread in a sea that is no longer filled with smiles and bonding. You were drowning. You knew it, everyone did. The hardest thing to admit is that no matter how hard you tried, you could never make the wrong person the right person for you.

"Get your ass up now. Go get a shower and get a hot outfit on we're going out whether you like it or not." Kennedy leads you to the bedroom and leaves allowing you privacy. You grab the first outfit you see and get in the shower, the water feeling so familiar to your cheeks, feeling like the many warm tears spilling over.

You get dressed and walk out to the living room.

"Hey Adam Sandler, I said, going out, not to the gym." Kennedy lifted a brow at your clothes. "Go change."

Your eyes fell the ground. "It's all packed in my car still."

"Hey, you know what..." He trailed and walked to his closet. "You are the same size as my sister." He grabbed a little black and beige dress and a pair of beige platform thigh-high boots.

"I know she wouldn't mind if you borrowed her freakem dress." You kept your face in a straight look as he held up the items. He raised his brow. "Babe... party?" He swung the items in front of you.

Your face broke. A smile is finally fresh on your face. "You know I love a party."

Ken opened your door for you. You stepped out at Ultra, the local bar.

The music vibrated through to the outside air. The music got louder as you passed the threshold. Kennedy ordered for you. He brought you a drink, and you both sat down at a booth. The lights were dim. The people around all happy faces, it was infectious. Your lips naturally fell into a smile. Ken checked his phone and laid it face down on the table.

"Okay, so you never told me what happened about the speaker in the kitchen..." Kennedy said, taking a sip.

"It was nothing. Just some flirting." Your cheeks glazed with a blush.

"Shirt thrown across the room? That's a little more than just flirting. I saw the way he was looking at you in the pool." Ken checked his phone again.

"Okay, I was drunk. we didn't kiss. He just did the thing you know. The thing..." You gave him the look.

"The leaning against the wall gets just close enough to leave you weak in the knees. Oh, I know the thing. Read it in my romance novels, which saved my closeted ass a few times in high school. Got girls talking about how hot I was, and it rumored that I was sleeping with girls without me having to sleep with girls." Kennedy sipped his drink speaking only loud enough for you to hear.

"Yup, that thing. The morning we left work I fucking daydreamed about that shit. I was a mess. I just couldnt be with James when I couldnt get this other man out of my mind and after everything that happened, I just flipped out. I started breaking picture frames, packing and just left. Its like I had been waiting for the right time to leave and it never came. I finally looked back and said why the fuck am I here." You finally opened up to Kennedy.

"Yeah and now you've got hot ass Seresin on speed dial. Call him and go to him. Be free my little bird." Kennedy smiled ecstatic that you were finally away from James.

"I don't want to rush. I don't really know him. I know how gorgeous his body is and how his eyes they just..." you paused groaning.

"Babe, 9 o clock." Kennedy smirked. He put his phone back down he had already sent where you both were sitting to Seresin, unknown to you of course.

You sipped your drink looking around the room in the direction he just mentioned. There he was walking in, Jake seresin. His hand slipped to his aviators pulling them off slipping them in his collar with ease. Your eyes locked with his, the room slowed around you. You haven't seen him since the breakup. You took time off work, you had almost forgot the power this man held. The way women looked at him swooning, men sizing him up next to their girlfriends, the room seemed to be his. "Monroe, as I live and breath."

His hand rested on the table as he leaned down. "We've missed you... I've missed you." He sat down next to you.

The room got smaller as he rested his arm over the booth behind your shoulder. You were happy to see him, as much as you wanted to take your time, his body and presence in a room were tempting.

A man you've never seen before walked behind him and sat down next to Kennedy.

"Kennedy, this is Tyler Kraft. He is one of my military buddies. His call sign was cheese. That's what all of us called him." Seresin chuckled and smirked at Kennedy.

"I told him you had a pool." His voice changing like there was more that you didn't know between those harmless words.

"We can all have a few drinks, and if you're down for a party, we can all head back to your place. I'll supply the drinks if you supply the pool."

Kennedy's eyes widened just enough for you to notice. "Y-yeah that's fine." He was caught off guard with a plan change. A plan you had no idea about.

"It's nice to meet you tyler. I'm Monroe. I work with these too." You smiled politely. A new face intrigued you.

"Cop too? I hope you two are giving hangman hell for us." He flashed a smile that held a jewel attached to his tooth.

You giggled politely. The tooth jewel gave you an idea of what was going on, something about the way Kennedy was acting told you he had no idea what was going on.

"Hangman?" You paused, looking up at Seresin. "I'm about to now... with a name like that. " You laughed, looking over at Tyler.

You directed your attention back to Seresin. "You want to go with me to get our first round hangman?"

"Yeah. Good idea." He nodded, offering his hand.

You stood up without his help walking to the bar. You were shield from the pair you left at the table by a sea of people. "Jake, who is that?" You said between gritted teeth protection of your friend boiling in your blood.

"He's a friend of mine. I figured I'd introduce him to Kennedy." Seresin smirked, pride filling his voice in more ways then one.

"Why?" It seethed through your lips.

"Because a closet is lonely. I'm not going to say anything to anyone at work. If I was going to I would have called him out at the pool party." He said quietly leaning to whisper in your ear.

"How long have you known?" Your shoulders softened feeling a little trust seep in.

"I was suspicious the whole time, but the pool party confirmed it. He doesn't know that I know... until now, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders.

Realization set in that he set them up on a date. "They can't be in public on a date... Jake you're an idiot." You quietly yelled.

"OK calm down. I already gave Tyler the run down, and that's why I suggested we go back to his house for a pool party. Have a little faith. I got this. Now what do you want to drink? I'm buying for you tonight."

"Pineapple upside-down and a shot of tequila." You didn't even worry about fighting him on the payment of a drink. You stood on the foot rest of a nearby bar stool.

"What are you doing?" Seresin asked. His brows stitched together.

You saw the way Kennedy was sitting facing Tyler. His body language was very clearly a sign of interest. "Checking on him. They look happy." You smiled looking down at Seresin.

He grabbed your waist and helped you down back to the ground. His hand lingered on the small of your back. "I told you. Now stop worrying and have fun. You deserve it." He grabbed the drinks and you grabbed the ones for tyler and Ken.

All worrying had been swept away. You mind completely cleared of James, and your friend from being outed. You looked at Seresin in a new light. He was protecting your best friend and giving him something he desperately wanted.

A/N tumblr ate my post so we're trying this again!

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