#he would not end up back in hell being a stupid fucking therapist

[percentstardust]

now that i think about it, my lucifer will actually not want to be with chloe anymore since mine is always looking to gain free will from god. he would find out from his brother chloe was made for him and then he would just.....not want to be with her. he has feelings for her but god has yet again used his will to interfere in his life. he does not want that. he loves chloe but he won’t be with her because god did this and he cannot get past it.

#& what the hap is fuckening ( ooc ) #i really need to post a big ass head canon about lucifer and the tv show #mainly because mine is 1-3 based #if i add in season four it will be majorly reworked #and then season five and season 6? idk her #lucifer would never make up with god especially through a goddamn duet forced onto him BY GOD! #he would not end up back in hell being a stupid fucking therapist #BECAUSE THAT WAS HIS ROLE FORCED ONTO HIM BY GOD #he would not have left post season 4! eve is his first love! mazikeen is is second! he fell in love with eve unexpectedly OKAY! #if you're here for the show version of lucifer seen on screen you will not get him here #no hate to people who like him though i like him too i just am more of a comics fan #this does not mean i will not write him romantically with chloe there has just got to be major plotting #MAJOR PLOTTING!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sweetnsour1]

10:53:01

Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 1 of 2

“You’re kidding.”  

“Why would I be kidding?” His tone had shifted. You could hear his brows and eyes furrowing at the strangled laugh you had shakily exhaled. 

“How did you find out?” He had to be fucking with you. 

“Um, the mission briefing...like usual?”  

“What?” Shit, so he wasn’t fucking with you. You blinked away tears of frustration already threatening to leak into your voice. Stupid. 

“Huh?”  

“So, you’re really leaving?”  

“Have to, beautiful.”  

“But...” 

“Yea, I know. I’ll miss you too.” His tone was getting softer with every awkward response you choked out. 

“No, I mean...” You let the words trail off. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten the meaning behind this quickly approaching date. Your brain couldn’t even craft a way to bring it up without whining. You couldn’t do it. “Just be safe, okay?” 

“The hell do ya think I am? I’m always safe.” 

“Safer than your version of safe, please.” Your tone was firm as it delivered the familiar words, a ritual every time he left for a mission.

The memory of the first time you’d made the request came to you easily. He was in the doorway of your office, backing out, bumping his wide shoulders into the frame as he failed to smoothly exit. Red spread across the skin directly below his mask. You had thought you had overstepped, maybe he was upset that you questioned his performance. Your head had tiled to the side in confusion when instead he only said, “Yes, ma’am.” He landed a smack against the head of the blonde hero snickering behind him as he walked off, mumbling something about shutting up.  

“Mmm.” You smiled. Maybe he was thinking of that day too.  

“‘Mmm’ isn’t a promise.” 

“I’ll be back before Saturday. Promise.” 

“Back with all the parts you left with.” 

“Ya gonna’ love me less if I don’t?” His words were obviously being spoken through a smile now, or a smirk more likely. 

“Depends on what you lose.” A part of you melts at the chuckle let loose in your ear.  

“Bullshit.” 

“Mhmm.” You’re quick to agree but want to hear him laugh again. “If you come back hurt, I’ll just kick your ass for not listening to me.” 

‘What if I come back without an ass?” His laugh is cut short as you hear a familiar voice inform him how that would be highly unlikely to count as coming back safe. The tone on the other end gets harsher as he tells the man with him to mind his damn business. You roll your eyes at the familiar sounds of bickering bubbling between the two heroes. You pull Katsuki’s attention back to you as you catch the sound of Deku’s mediating attempts only pacifying Todoroki.  

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” 

“Yea.” You quirk an eyebrow at the leftover hostility worming its way into his conversation with you. He hears it too, coughing back to a gentler version before he continues. “I’ll see you Saturday, beautiful.” 

“See you Saturday.” Your words fall forward in a mumble towards the screen already reminding you that you’d ended the call. Fuck. Fuck. 

“Fuck.” 

You rolled your head forward; thankful it was still early enough in the day to start making all the calls you’d need to. You did a few of those dumb square breaths that your therapist swore by. It was annoying that it helped. A feline reminiscent stretch was the only other action you took before opening the most frequently used document saved on your phone. The twinge of regret at the sight of the bright orange header was promptly shoved aside as you began scrolling down to the vendors’ contact info. By the third call, you had quite a script ready to go as soon as someone picked up: Hello, sorry to bother you right before closing. I actually have you guys booked for the event tomorrow night. There’s been a change of plans and I would like you to deliver the (whatever they were in charge of) to (whatever organization could use it) as a donation instead of delivering anything to the venue. After that, it was always a short confirmation of details before you dialed the next number on the list.  

The biggest loss was the venue...no, that was wrong. The biggest loss was not being able to get Bakugou’s birthday right AGAIN. You really weren’t sure anymore if the blame was with you or the universe or maybe Bakugou was a villain whose only agenda was to thwart your birthday attempts. Well, you were pretty sure it was you, but it was way past ridiculous at this point. His birthday had been a disaster or disaster adjacent every year since you’d started dating.  

There was the first one where you got flustered when he had the audacity to go for the first kiss, getting you flustered enough to drop his gift, a very not waterproof limited edition and vintage All Might card, off the bridge and into the river. The next involved a mistake where you accidentally had Kirishima drop him off at the wrong address...not realizing there were two locations for the restaurant you two had your first date at. The one after, you ended up hospitalized for just a few days, missing his birthday completely because your dumb ass didn’t wake up in time. Although he technically had spent it with you, you just weren’t conscious. You both had work the one after that, so not really your fault on that one. But you did forget his present at the office and so ended up giving it to him the day after, so that part was your fault. 

He was always annoyingly understanding about the trouble you ended up causing on the one day every year that you wanted to be the least troublesome. He would just laugh it off, thanking you for an unforgettable day. He’d call you cute or sweet or a menace. He’d say his birthday wasn’t anything to stress about.  

His words would be so much easier to accept if he didn’t seem to feel differently when it came to your birthday. He never gave a gift late or damaged or less than perfect. He never messed up the date or time or location. He never forgot any part of his plans or goals for the day. It was always irritatingly more than what you would’ve imagined or expected. Not that birthdays were a contest, but...if they were, you were fucking losing badly.  

You slid your phone further across the counter after your last call. This was supposed to be the year you got it right. You’d even enlisted a dangerous amount of help for a surprise party: Kirishima to keep Bakugou from finding out, the head assistant at their agency to get the scheduling information just right, Mina was charged with the guest list, Kaminari and Sero were assigned the entertainment (with final approval from you after a near x-rated disaster). You even had Midoriya help you decide on a present.  

Everything was finally going to be perfect. You were so determined. You had even stupidly begun to feel safe in your victory. The party was supposed to be tomorrow. And now, he wouldn’t be back for nine days. Fuck. Fuck.  

“Fuck.” 

You pawed at your phone again, sending a quick text to Mina so she could notify the guests of the cancellation. You were already exhausted from the last half hour of calls and just wanted to crawl into the bed that was now dumber and colder and emptier than it was supposed to be. Before burrowing, you sent “code yellow” to the One Brain Cell group chat, following the ridiculous list of emergency code phrases made up by Kaminari. You didn’t think you’d end up using them, but here you were.  

You then finally set your phone aside for real, pretending to set the urge to sulk along with it. This was part of the job. He was needed and that was a priority...helping people should come first (and it always did). Even if a selfish part of you, that seemed to get louder every time he was called away, wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay. The man you were in love with wouldn’t just give up his purpose or his morals like that. Not even for you. It was admirable. As a hero, you loved and respected that. As his girlfriend, it made you feel more jealous and selfish than you would ever admit.  

You would just have to not suck next year.  

Inspired by the request sent in by @mentallyablaze-writes

Masterlist

Part 2 coming soon

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[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 27. missed me?

chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. therapist! toji. a very broken marriage (cont.). heavy angst but i am still not gege. infidelity/adultery. corruption. family drama.

word count: 3.0k

notes: i hope everyone has been swell! sending hugs to every corner of the world, and i hope my writing can be your little break from reality. i have also added more chapters to the fic since i cannot wrap up the story in the next few chapters, ha. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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12:33 PM Toji called 12:33 PM He told me that my daughter collapsed in front of the twins? 12:34 PM And you got into a fight with her? 12:34 PM How did that happen? 12:34 PM Are you with her right now? 12:37 PM Answer me please, I need to make sure she’s fine (Missed Call) 12:38 PM Can you phone me back asap? Thx 12:38 PM I’m still in the office right now, wrapped up the weekly meeting with the operating committee 01:01 PM Hello? 01:01 PM Hey, are you there? (Missed Call) 01:12 PM Toji called again, he gave me a rundown, and I have to say… 01:12 PM I’m very, very disappointed in you

Perhaps the better word would be terrified, but Naoya was truly and genuinely astounded.

How the fuck did this happen?

Naoya could feel his breathing grow shallow and his body turn cold as he read through each message from his Chief Operating Officer once, twice, three times. For a while, he stared at his chat history, his shaking thumb hovering over the screen while his mind went blank.

What started as an argument between just you and him now had your father involved. Not only your father, though—but also Mai, Maki, and now Toji?! How bothersome. Of course, you had to drag everyone into this! The world always had to revolve around you.

Naoya could not think straight as his chauffeur sped him back to the office from Mari’s apartment later that day. Even when he returned to his CEO suite, he could hardly focus on his conversations with department heads or strategy discussions with the Board when Daisuke L/N’s messages haunted him like an omnipresent and malevolent spirit.

‘I’m very, very disappointed in you.’

Goddamnit!

Naoya did not miss how your father was absent from the afternoon’s meetings either (although he was not stupid enough to point that out aloud at work when Naoya himself was involved in why), nor did he miss his own father’s narrowed gaze which seemingly lingered on him longer than usual.

Oh goodness, did he know, too?

No, he couldn’t have. Otherwise, Naobito Zenin would have pulled him to the side by now and given him a long and stern lecture.

Yet, when the early evening arrived, Naoya ultimately decided he must talk to you directly.

Not because he actually cared about your well-being. (Ha, as if.) But because he needed to quash the possibility that the rest of his family, particularly his Board Chairman father, could get a whiff of his quarrel with you before all hell broke loose.

Moments like these warranted him to push aside his dignity before things could worsen. 

His greatest fear would be for this recent argument to become a domino effect, as the downfall in this marriage would certainly place him in hot water.

With that, the current Zenin CEO then tapped his phone for your contact.

He needed to check up on you but ended up in voicemail. 

So, he dialed once more. 

Voicemail.

Again. 

Why were you not picking up his calls? 

You always found a way to irk him with how ungrateful you could be. Sure, there was no secret that you hated him. He would admit he was rude, belittling, and patronizing, treating you like a trophy to tote around, a doll to splay at his will, and a woman who needed to learn her place. He knew this and you knew this, because he exclusively tolerated this marriage as a means to accelerate his life. 

Despite everything, he made sure his wife was well-fed and looked after, only for you to throw a tantrum and now get his extended family involved? Ludicrous. Why not focus on the good things about him? Could you not see how he had attempted to reach you at least thirty times throughout the day? (His ultimate reason admittedly was selfish, but that’s not the point.)

Anywho, since when did you think that ignoring him was acceptable?

In a frustrated fit, Naoya tossed his phone into his desk’s paper heap and huffed.

To set things straight, he had made many sacrifices in his life to get to his seat today, like how—back in the day—he had to watch TV anchors praise his older cousin while sipping champagne in the Maldives with…whatever girlfriend he had been with at the time. Life had been hard, but he at last had everything he should’ve been entitled to since birth. This position, this family, and this company belonged to him, regardless of what stupid fucking traditions dictated.

Unsurprisingly, when Naoya took the helm, everyone scrutinized him. Sure, he might have lacked in a few (or, more accurately, a lot of…) regards since he hadn’t been built into the position the way Toji Zenin had been, but having you as his wife made him look good in family conversations and public discourse. 

He just needed a little more time to get people to trust him. Then, once all the pieces clicked into place, he resolved to toss this marriage to the side.

That ‘time,’ he hoped, would be soon.

For now, he just needed to keep you for as long as he sought fit. 

Buzz.

Well, speak of the devil.

You must finally be returning his call.

The sky had gone dark in the windows behind him now, but Naoya practically leaped from his seat, scrambling and shoving papers aside to find his phone buried beneath several printed reports. He hated how his hands quivered as he held the device, not that he could control himself at this point, and he snapped the moment he swiped at his screen.

“Where the hell are you?” Naoya hissed, clipped and impatient.

He did not get an immediate response, which infuriated him even more since he taught you to acknowledge him on the phone. 

But then, he learned why.

Because instead, Naoya heard a low and harrowing chuckle.

“I guess you missed me, kid.”

The end to a marriage, for obvious reasons, would never be as glamorous as the start to one.

Many would dream for years about a wedding, but far fewer would think the same about a separation.

‘I'm going to file for a divorce.’

Admittedly, you were nervous when you announced the decision aloud in a crowded room for many eyes to see and ears to hear.

After all, even if you recognized the need for a change in your matrimony, you feared the consequences. You didn't want to cause your families to grow apart or your fathers to resent you. In addition, Naoya had been such a dominating fixture in your life these past few months, and he had led you to believe your days without him would be meaningless.

However, no longer could you set aside your emotions for his sake, nor would you expend extensive effort to salvage your marriage for other’s desires. Your sole purpose henceforth was to live a satisfied life without sacrificing more than what you already have for a husband who hardly look your way.

As a result, when you acknowledged divorce as the best possible solution to your demise, you were grateful for the emotional support and relieved faces from your worried father, the younger teenagers, and your trusted therapists.

Especially Toji. 

“Come with me,” the very man ordered once you stepped into his apartment’s corridor with him. 

Everyone else had been brought down to the apartment’s lower level after the earlier discussion in the master bedroom, with Megumi forced to take on the role as host in his father’s absence. The younger Fushiguro might be aloof and sometimes awkward, but word had gotten around that he was a good chef with his aunts nagging at him to prepare dinner.

“C’mon, don’t you want to show us what recipes you have learned on TikTok?” 

“...No, not really. Can we just order KFC?”

The other conversation that drifted upward was between your father and the other three therapists, which made sense given that they all used to be colleagues back when Toji had been the CEO. 

There was laughter, chatter, and the entire brouhaha brought ease to your nervous heart. 

“Ladies first,” Toji said at some point after you had trailed behind him. He had taken you several meters ahead, opening the door to invite you inside. “This is my home office.”

You did not yet see the point in him doing a House Tour 2.0, but you walked in upon his gesture anyway. The hardwood floor beneath you felt warm, your body heating up slightly despite the coolness in the air. 

Toji kept his office space as tidy as the rest of his abode. He had a white leather couch situated by the doorway and a workspace configuration to the side with desk lamps, an expensive chair, and a dual monitor setup. 

Above his screens, Toji probably had fifteen accolades in cherry wood frames, each to showcase his achievements as countless magazines named him the best leader, the top executive, and the most promising innovator. 

What caught your attention, however, was the wall beside his workstation. 

There was a corkboard. 

At first glance, the tacked-on magazine cutouts and photograph snippings seemed like a messy litter on the brown surface, but thin red strings—which made this look like a detective movie prop—connected one piece to another and suggested an order to the chaos. 

“What is this?” you asked, a question not directed to anyone in particular as you neared the corkboard without waiting for Toji’s permission.

Upon closer distance, the vague letterings and images became clear.

The newspaper cover story fastened at the very center read in big bold print: “Zenin Corporation Announces New CEO.” 

As the realization dawned that this was what Toji meant to show you, the man’s measured footsteps came up from behind you. He stopped at your side, watching how you inspected each element on the corkboard as though his room was your laboratory and he was your professor.

“The World Economic Forum estimates that more than 5% of global GDP is lost to corruption around the world each year,” he began, crossing his thick arms firmly over his chest. “Many articles you see here had been published online only to be taken down not even a few hours later. I suspect that Naoya this year alone has spent hundreds of thousands, if not millions, bribing the Japanese media to curate the public image he needs.” He then pointed around. “Look for yourself.”

You would have called Toji out for being a total creep if the objective of this collection had not been obvious. With scarlet threads weaving together to reveal an elaborate web of deceit, Toji had been curating an exposé.

There was one photo from your wedding day. Standing at the altar with Naoya, you looked so happy and blissful back then, the vibrant bouquet in your hands a colorful contrast against the pristine white of your Vera Wang wedding gown, your face radiant with a smile oblivious to the heartache that would come.

This publication, you have seen before.

What you did not recognize, however, were the articles dated from nearly a year ago, well before your wedding day, with even more printed five months ago, two months ago, one week ago…

…and reading the titles made you feel sick.

Japanese Hotshot Shares Intimate Kisses with Rumored Girlfriend Photos Reveal Recently Married Executive’s Secret Affair? Exclusive: Zenin Corporation CEO Spotted in Mexico with Alleged Lover

The accompanying pictures had the same two subjects in plain clothes and baseball caps, showing off little skin to reveal their identities to prying busybodies. Yet, upon an immediate glance, you recognized Naoya Zenin as the taller figure and assumed his very precious ladyfriend must be the other.

Photographers had snapped the two embracing each other in a cab’s backseat, sharing a secret kiss after a luxury mall date, and holding hands while stepping into a private plane. 

All to say, you were revolted. 

The more you mulled on these printouts, the more you could feel visceral disgust build in your chest. 

To think you once contemplated saving a marriage with a man like that. Whatever his plan was for him and this woman, did he intend to make you a side character to their romance until the day you would die?

Your gaze darted around, and the photo with the most unobstructed view of their faces placed you on pause.

All of a sudden, a hard lump formed in your throat because, Holy shit, she’s…stunning. 

Seeing the woman who your husband had had his sights on immediately unlocked a whole new level of insecurities within you. 

No wonder Naoya could not bring himself to be married to you when he had her. 

The woman was exquisite, to say the least. Despite the picture’s poor quality, you noticed her bright elegant face, plump pink lips, and long full lashes—precisely the characteristics that would turn heads in a crowded room. In fact, you secretly wished that you possessed her overflowing pulchritude as well.

If she was an angel from your point of view, she must also be in Naoya’s eyes all the more. 

You gingerly drew a circle around her with a finger.

“Is she his mistress?” 

Why did you even ask that? You already knew the answer. But, you wanted to confirm the facts rather than satisfy your curiosity. 

Meanwhile, Toji ran his index finger very slowly over his lower lip. 

He answered a while later. 

“Yes.” As you had expected. Then, he added, “But she’s also my ex-wife.”

What—

Your jaw dropped to the trenches. 

If you thought tonight had been filled with enough revelations, this one really sealed the deal. 

His…ex-wife?!

Unlike the man before you, hiding your deepest emotions had never been your forte. Instead, you had gone stiff as your mind reeled in shock.

“She’s…Tsumiki’s mom,” you said quietly at the realization. 

Yes, you have heard a lot about her. However, to make the connection between the lady in the picture and the woman who owned currently Naoya’s (and previously Toji’s) devotion stirred awake a thousand emotions. 

Anger. Bitterness. Resentment. 

Megumi had told you plenty about her before.

‘Treated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dad’s money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughter—my stepsister.’

Her pretty face could only go so far in disguising her dark heart. 

With this understanding, you finally grasped Toji’s bitterness when he first met you. How fickle fate had been to him. Comical, even! For his younger cousin to take his succession rights to the clan, his executive position in the company, and—to top everything off—his wife from his family. Only for you (of all eight billion people in the world) to show up at Toji Fushiguro’s office asking for sex therapy?

Now, you comprehended why Toji and Naoya despised each other. 

In addition, you understood why Toji and his colleagues had been suspicious of you. Trust takes time to build yet a moment to shatter, and all of them have had this trust broken before. By Naoya, yes. 

But also, by her.

“What’s her name?” you had to ask, ignoring the searing ache in your heart.

Your therapist, on the other hand, tried to play off his vexation by shoving his hands into his front pockets.

“Mari,” and also, “She still uses my last name.”

Wow. 

The audacity that some people in the world have.

“Here let me help.”

“Hm?”

At first, you did not quite get what Toji was referring to until he started tearing the magazine photos and newspaper stories.

Wordlessly, you gawked at him, both in confusion and astonishment.

“Why—”

Before you could complete the thought, Toji had placed everything into a neat stack and thrust the pile into your hands. “There,” he said with finality. “If you are to file for a divorce, take these to Naoya. See what the bastard has to say. Staying with him any longer would be a fatal flaw.”

Toji had never seen a single interaction between you and his cousin in person, yet he could confidently say your husband was the hamartia in your life. Perhaps the signs had always been obvious. Or perhaps, his recent experience in a toxic marriage allowed Toji to notice the red flags in yours from miles away.

“If you give him too much time, he’ll come up with his offenses,” he went on. “We don’t need to outfight him, though. We simply need to outthink him.”

Something about Toji’s emerald eyes gleamed in a way you had not seen before. 

It was a different side to him, one where he planned and strategized, a flickering core of the businessman he used to be.

“Hi.” 

You and Toji froze at the sound.

Megumi’s voice had startled you two as the boy peered in from the hallway, waving a phone in his hand—your phone. “Sorry to interrupt but, uh, he called again.”

Interestingly enough, Megumi did not need to explicitly mention a name for you all to know who he referred to. As your screen flickered on, you noticed the numerous missed calls and text messages that had flooded your notifications, all from one particular culprit, no doubt. 

Instead of embarrassment, your body surged with aggravation at how your husband suddenly seemed desperate to know your whereabouts. 

So now he cared, huh?

Before you could retrace your steps towards the door, however, Toji had already done so. He retrieved the device from his son’s hands and started dialing a number from your phone. 

You tried to stop him. “Hey, what are you—”

But Toji dismissed you, pressing your phone to his ear as the call began to ring, and his lips curled into a wicked grin when the other line must have picked up.

“I guess you missed me, kid.”

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[oceanofsinners]

Yan mental hospital patient x their sweet, oblivious therapist<3

[mdni, or do, i really couldn’t care less i’m not your parents. uhhh tw/cw for: violence, attempted murder i guess?? one small suggestive comment i had to add lmao, manipulation, general yandere stuff y'know? lmk if i should add anything else. also first post omg??]

Dakota was tired of the plain white walls, the doors with locks from the outside only, and the constant surveillance and prying eyes of the place he grew to see as his “home” because of his very frequent visits.

He constantly went to the mental institution, leaving for only a few days before coming back.

Younger kids and visitors looked up to him, and he enjoyed their company, despite not understanding why they did. He let them touch his scars and braid his hair. He was an excellent role model, despite it all.

Dakota found the schedule of getting up, getting vitals checked, going to breakfast, doing group therapy and so on annoying, as anyone would.

Some days, he lays in bed — till a security guard comes and drags him out — wondering, “how the hell is this boring, horrible, stuffy place supposed to fix people?”

He never understood. And he doubted that he ever would. Till you came. Then, it seemed, like all his old problems solved themselves and fresh problems arose. [including the one in his pants.]

He's been through multiple therapists, older and younger, brand new and those who've been here for years. None can help him. Instead, he just lies till he's released. And then comes back within days. [always having to be restrained by multiple cops, coming back kicking and screaming that he's going to kill himself and everyone else.]

However, as soon as he saw you, his day brightened immediately. Other staff members were reasonably shocked that the gloomy, mean, depressed, easily upset, violent Dakota seemed...happy for once.

Except, you're not his therapist. He's pissed. Of course he is, you're the first person he's ever liked in this stupid fucking place! [don't mention the fact the two of you haven't even met.]

With a little asking [blackmailing.] around, he learns who's your patient. His name being Quinn, it's around 3 pm, around the time where everyone's free to do whatever, and just before therapy starts. Perfect!

He walks up to the guy who's your patient, swiping a pencil off the kids' table. [none of which protest, knowing by now that it's best they don't.]

Dakota taps Quinn on the shoulder, making the shorter guy turn around, his mouth open to say something, before a sharp scream escapes instead.

Dakota has a crooked grin on his face as he forces the pencil further into the guys eye socket, yanking it out as Quinn drops to the floor, and he stabs the — now broken — pencil into his throat, just a couple inches from his artery.

Quinn chokes on his own blood, while security guards force Dakota off the smaller boy, forcing him to solitary confinement. Dakota laughs as they pull him away, while nurses do their best to keep Quinn alive.

“Stupid fucking homicidal maniac.” One guard growls as they shove Dakota into his cell, while Dakota grins the entire time, uncaring of what the others say.

A couple hours pass, and Dakota once again grows bored and weary of the bleak walls, the uncomfortable bed, and the never-ending silence.

Eventually, the door opens. He's laying on his bed, looking up at the plain white, boring ceiling. He doesn't cast a look at the intruder, and couldn't care less who they are.

“Your name's Dakota, right?” Dakota flinches at the sound of your voice. His head snaps over towards you, where you stand in the doorway, and he can see one of the guards watching carefully.

You step further into the room, accessing the room with a frown. You seem to be just as upset as Dakota with the way the room looks.

“I saw what you did to Quinn — my patient —, and I asked if I could become your therapist instead. They agreed, of course. Which is why I’m here.” Dakota’s distracted by just how sweet you sound, and the kind smile on your face despite it all.

He has a hard time wrapping his head around it. You saw him attempt to kill someone, and yet, you're being kind to him? It doesn't make sense. You don't make sense.

You sit down opposite of him on the bed, and begin asking the normal questions. Instead of lying like he normally would, he actually tells the truth. It shocks both you and him.

“What do you go by?” “He/him.”

“Why are you here currently?” “I tried to kill myself and a friend.”

“Do you feel regret for what you did?” “No.”

The questioning goes on for hours, and the two of you talk for hours, far longer then your supposed to. Therapy ended a long time ago.

No, now it's more like a chat between you two, the way you two connect is like two pieces of a puzzle.

You glance up at the clock, eyes widening when you notice the time. You apologize for having to leave so abruptly, and Dakota frowns in response.

[silly, silly you, thinking you could leave him so easily? as if.]

Dakota grabs your hand, tearing up as you glance down at him. “Ple-Please, don't leave, I—I...I’m afraid of being alone...pl-please...” He closes his eyes, swallowing thickly.

You pause, taking pity on him as you sigh, nodding as you sit down on the creaky bed once again.

He lays his head on your chest, making you tense up as you slowly put your arm around his shoulders.

“Y’know, we really shouldn't be doing this. Isn't this going against some law?” You mumble against his ear, and he shrugs.

“I—I don't know...Y-You don't have to stay.” Dakota’s voice trembles, tears sliding down his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You bite your lip, glancing at the door, he was right. You could leave. But your job is to make him better, leaving him would only make it worse...right? You shake your head.

“No, it's fine, I’ll stay. But I have to leave early in the morning, kay, Dakota?” You glance down at him, your eyes meeting bright green ones. He nods, smiling against your skin.

“That’s okay! Just, don't leave yet, please?” You nod once again, and the two of you talk while you slowly nod off. Eventually you lay down, him still laying against your chest.

You fall asleep with the red haired boy laying on your chest, a sick, crooked grin on his face. He moves out of your grip, straddling your hips.

He plays with your hair as he watches you sleep, oh so peacefully, by the side of an attempted murderer. It's almost insane how you fell asleep, knowing he was by your side and you two were alone.

He leans down, his chapped and bloody lips meeting yours, it's delicate, barely even a kiss.

He giggles giddily, pulling out your phone and rolling to your side, head on your chest and phone in hand as he goes through it.

He deletes anyone in your contacts who may threaten your relationship, takes photos of you two, amongst other things.

Slowly, his eyes grow heavy, and he stuffs your phone back into your pocket, closing his eyes as he curls around you possessively.

The two of you sleep like that til someone comes in the morning, and sees you and him curled up, the thin blanket thrown on the floor by Dakota so when it got cold you'd curl around him.

Dakota’s eyes are already open by the time the nurse walks in, giving her the middle finger and that crooked grin on his face while her eyes widen, and she slowly walks out, closing the door.

You're completely unaware of the monster you're supporting, and it's going to stay that way, whether you like it or not.

#┆︴YOUR HOST ٭ NICO #yandere #x reader #oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #first post #oc

[cupoftaae]

Hate To Love You (PJM Drabble )

Summary- you and your ex husband, Yoongi, reunited at one of your mutual friends party. You haven’t spoken to him in years in resentment for his behavior towards you and assumed he despised you just as much, only to find out it’s actually the opposite, despite you being ready to move on when someone unexpectedly shows up….your best friend.

warnings- well its basically a friend hookup thing, minor smut (oral female receiving) (no penetration) sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, mentions of divorce and cheating, angst, sadness

rating- 18+

It was a stupid argument, really

You never guessed it would spark the conversation that would months later be the result of your divorce with Yoongi.

"you are just always at work, and I understand-"

"you cant get upset with me for working, y/n, who the hell would pay for all the bills?" he scoffed, sitting at the desk in his recording studio.

taken back, you decided to defend yourself against your husbands sudden coldness.

"I work too, thank you very much"

"you work two days a week in an office"

"so?" you stood, beginning to grow annoyed "I still make money and pay for half the shit we own"

He laughed, seemingly amused at your efforts, "you dont have the pressure to make said money, y/n, and plus, our jobs, our lives arent...."

"arent what? yoongi?"

He sighed, "dont you have higher aspirations for yourself? rather than working twice a week?" he looked over, quick to defend his statement before you flipped out,

"I know you work, y/n, but you cant compare our schedules....I hope you see what im trying to say?"

Scoffing, you paced around, you felt insulted. You didnt have the pressures of being a musician, sure, however you still had to take on the pressures of being a woman, wife, the maid, the chef, the doggy daycare worker, the therapist, etc etc because the list can go on for hours

You sensed the conversation took a turn in a direction you had not been aiming for, your objective was to kindly seek more time off with your husband considering your 4 year anniversary was coming up, and he took it and did a 360.

It didnt get better, either, because this exact conversation would end up becoming the topic every time you argued, and in a short amount of time it quickly got heated.

"Yeah, you are probably off somewhere between her legs, because wouldnt you fucking love that yoongi??" you threw your water bottle at him as he stood at the doorway of your bedroom, he watched you intensely

"I told you, I had to stay late tonight, I fucking texted!" he defended

"you are telling me you were in that fucking office until 3am? okay..."

He brushed his hair back in disbelief, "yes, if you dont believe me, text hoseok"

"Let me see your phone then" you spoke up after a few moments

"what?" he scoffed

"phone, let me see it"

".....y/n, you dont trust me?" he seemed genuinely upset at this, putting his guard down

"no, I dont"

"that girl who works as an intern has never even spoken to me, you think im off having sex with her??" he snapped

You shrugged, keeping your arms crossed, "I dont really know what to think anymore yoongi, you keep disappointing me, we keep disappointing each other, it seems."

He glared at you, trying to read your face, you were serious. "well then what are we doing this for?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged again, shaking your head and looking down, "I dont know."

and thats exactly how one week later, you showed up at his job with the divorce papers, slamming them on his desk silently.

And thats what leads us here tonight, at Namjoons house party exactly a year and a half later.

The divorce was never finalized, never made legal, he put it off until you threw your hands up and moved out, and if anyone asked- you were a divorced woman, no long a Min.

You swore you would never trust him again, never him creep back into your life in the same way he always tried. you were done, over him, even.

But God, did it strike the deepest nerve in your system when you saw him sitting on the couch, his arm draped around some other girls waist while he chatted with friends.

You watched, leaning against some crowded doorway with a half drunk cup of liquor in your hand.

"bored?"

you looked to your left to see your friend Jimin pop up next to you, almost scaring you.

"jesus, jimin" you sighed, turning your body away from yoongi to look at the boy in front of you.

"seems like you are not having fun, we can change that" he smiles and holds up another expensive bottle of alcohol, making you groan.

"rather not have a hangover tomorrow" you frowned and looked back at yoongi, Jimin noticed.

"hey, whos that hes with?" he asked, following your gaze to the crowded couch in the other room.

"no idea..." you exhale, turning back to jimin with a sad look.

"oh my god" he froze

"what?"

"dont tell me"

you tilted your head in confusion "tell you what?"

He began to smile, laughing almost "you are jealoussss"

You scoffed, nudging his shoulder "no-im not. we arent married anymore I dont give a shit what he does"

"seems like you do, though" he smirked

your face fell into your hands before shoving him teasingly, something that caught yoongi's eyes as he gazed across the room at your back facing him. You were talking to another guy.

"I know you guys arent even divorced legally" he whispered

"what? yes we are!"

"yoongi spilled the beans...no you arent"

You frowned, crossing your arms. "that motherfucker."

"he was drunk and was going on a whole tangent about how he refused to sign the papers and what not...tried to like, push it back as much as he could"

You shook your head "when was this?"

"like a week ago, when I mentioned you would be at the party"

"Jimin we havent even talked in over a year....pretty sure he blocked me, why the hell would he care?"

He shrugged and looked back at the couch, surprised to see Yoongi looking already at the two of you.

"I dont know...but something tells me he cares a lot more than you think"

"dont be cryptic and ominous" you rolled your eyes, "what do you know that I dont? what did he tell you? be honest" you pleaded

"listen" he half smiled, "all im saying is that you two had known eachother for 8 years before getting married, then you were together for 4 more years, I dont think that kind of connection suddenly falters you know?"

"no-I dont know, I know nothing at all"

"ok well you are impossible to talk to, also- you suck at taking hints" jimin teased before turning to walk away, "oh, and by the way, hes been staring at you for the past few minutes"

You froze and turned your body slowly, jumping when you realized Yoongi had gotten up from his distant seat, and was now right behind you.

"holy fuck" you gasped, putting a hand over your heart.

He didnt say anything, his casual blank emotion plastered over his face as his hands fell into his pockets. "hi" he mumbled

"hello?" you scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me to say 'hi'?"

he slightly smiled, "yes"

you glared at him before walking past, directing yourself to the kitchen, he followed behind, unable to help his gaze trail from your back, down to your ass-the dress you chose to wear tonight definitely suited your figure.

"why are you following me? are you lost?" you sarcastically mumbled, turning away to grab some of the crackers that were next to the snack trays, softly nibbling onto them.

"what were you and jimin talking about?"

"oh please" you laughed, turning to see him, "this is why you are talking to me? for the first time in a year? to discuss jimin?"

he nods.

"hes in the other room, heard he is single, your hair is nice-you might have a chance" you joked coldly, wishing you could run away right now.

he released an airy laugh, leaning against the counter as he waited for the random person in the room to leave before speaking, "You look nice"

You raised an eyebrow, "...thanks...you do too i guess?"

"im just complimenting you, didnt have any mal intent behind it" he gazed at you "its not like we are strangers, you know"

"i know" you mumbled, continuing to eat the dry ass crackers.

He sighed and looked around the kitchen, grabbing a drink for himself.

"dont you have some girl to entertain, why are you sitting in here with me?"

He laughed, "you have not changed at all"

"whats that mean?" you asked defensively

"i mean, we havent spoken in so long and you still only care about if other girls are getting into my pants" he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

son of a bitch.

"I dont care! also-dont need to know!" you pressed your lips together tightly.

He sat silently, watching you

"stop staring at me, freak" you sighed, knowing you could just walk away but somehow didnt choose to.

"you know your mouth is gonna get dry from all those crackers" he spoke calmly.

"i can handle my own, thank you" you spoke, putting down the stack of crackers in your hand.

He smirked and walked over, tipping your chin up to press his cup of alcohol to your lips, giving you a sip, "there you go"

You stared wide eyed at him before taking a step back, wiping your mouth. "what do you think youre doing?" you bit

“Socializing. It’s a party, no?” He raised a brow, pulling back a little

“Go socialize somewhere else, you’re in my personal bubble” you fixed your hair and tried to calm your breathing before once more pushing past him, walking into the other room.

He snickered and took another shot before catching one of his friends and striking up a conversation.

“How’d it go?” Jimin suddenly popped up next to you, scaring you again.

“You need a fucking bell”

“Sorry” he giggled, standing next to you against the wall.

“Literally nothing happened, he is still the same snappy person he’s always been” you spoke, eyes trailing over across the room to see yoongi speaking with his friends. The purple lighting of the party reflected onto his long black hair and pale skin, no one could deny his beauty, especially when he smiled.

Jimin noticed, a softer smile peaking up onto his lips, “do you want me to go speak to him for you?”

You immediately shook your head, crossing your arms as you tried to change your glances at someone else, eyes shooting onto Nayeon who was 2 seconds away from making out with jungkook.

“Get a room” you whisper

Jimin laughed, “rather quick to the point”

“Jimin shut up” you whined, “I wasn’t talking about you! I was talking about-“

“Wait” he perked

“What??”

Jimin giggled mischievously and looked back at yoongi before looking back at you, “just be honest, you still have feelings for him, huh?”

“No!”

He raised his eyebrows

“Jimin-“

“Admit it! It’s okay!”

You sigh and cover your face, “jimin….of course I do….I just can’t stand who he is now. I fell in love with the old him, before everything came crashing down…I have to remember that’s not him anymore”

He smiled gently, rubbing your shoulder “he has changed”

“No he hasn’t, and it took less than 5 minutes of banter to figure that out”

“Y/n, he still….” He stopped himself from talking, realizing it might not be his place to say.

“What? He still what?” You inquired

“Nothing…”

“Jimin.”

“He may or may not have feelings im not sure I can’t remember”

Your eyes widened before relaxing “yeah no, he was flirting with other girls like a few minutes ago”

“Mmm….maybe he was trying to get you jealous”

You rolled your eyes at his words

“I saw we give payback”

“What….?”

He smirked, “cmon, pretend to be up all on me or something, he’s looking, he will get jealous”

You laughed, “I don’t think he will believe the fact that I’m interested in you”

He pretended to be offended

“Hey, you’re cute but we are friends and have been since diapers, I don’t see us like-“

“God you complicate everything, just…follow me” Jimin sighed, taking your hand and throwing yoongi a quick glance before leading you up the stairway behind you.

You followed along, trying to see what Yoongi’s reaction was as you crawled upstairs, he seemed annoyed, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

Jimin led us into a room and shut the door, a smile on his face as he searched for the light switch.

“It’s dark” you whispered, “we didn’t actually have to hide in the room you know, we could have just sat in the hallway until he came up for me”

“Whatever, if we are playing the part we do it right” he mumbled, still scanning the wall with his hands trying to find the switch. “I can’t find it”

“Whatever” you huffed, sitting behind the door and tucking your knees to your chest. You don’t know who’s room your in, the only light noticeable is the moons reflection peaking in from the windows.

“You ok?” He whispered, finding a spot next to you.

“I don’t know” you shrugged, “I just….wish I never showed up to this party, and I wish you never told me yoongi still has feelings for me”

He felt suddenly guilty, “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I think …despite me still having ‘feelings’ for him, I just need to be away from yoongi. I fell in love with him years ago, he was so different and family oriented….he has changed so much and I can’t submit myself to that just because it’s him, and I’m attached”

He nodded, taking your hand “I understand”

You tried to even your breaths in fear of crying, “he treated me badly, and I did the same to him, we don’t work together and I refuse to try again just because he thinks it’ll be good for us”

“That’s reasonable, y/n, you can make your own decisions, im sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation”

“It’s not your fault Jimin, if you weren’t here I wouldn’t have even come to this dumb party anyways” you slightly smile

“Hey, I’m always here for you” he raised his hand in a fist bump, where you happily reciprocated.

“Thank you, I’m here for you too Jimin”

He hummed softly “do you wanna go back downstairs?”

You thought for a moment, “not really….I might head home soon anyways, you can go back though”

He shook his head “nah, I’ll chill with you until you decide to go”

“Really? You don’t have to, I know you have many possible girls and boys downstairs for you to entertain” you giggled

“Eh…”

“You’re like the number one flirt, don’t tell me there’s no one at this party that has hookup potential”

He sat for a moment, looking down at his knees as he quickly tried to wipe the smile off his face “mm…nope”

“I doubt that” you snicker

He shrugged, an eyebrow raised as he kicked his feet out straight in front of him, arms in his lap.

“I don’t know if I would hook up with anyone here, yoongis friends are okay looking but the idea of doing it with anyone associated with him just grosses me out”

You both giggled as he nodded “nah that’s reasonable, I almost hooked up with one of his studio friends and then I found out he literally had a girlfriend”

“What!??” You looked at him despite the dark room making it difficult to see his face

He nodded shamelessly “yup” he popped his mouth at the “p”

“It probably would have been bad sex anyway” he couldn’t help but laugh at himself

“I mean yeah, not to talk shit but yoongi and I usually didn’t have the best chemistry with shit like that, must be the studio guy genre” you joked

“Really?? He looks like walking sex, you’re telling me it sucked?” Jimin questioned

“It didn’t suck necessarily but….I don’t know I don’t wanna talk behind his back”

“No no no tell me” Jimin giggled “because a few months before you got “divorced” he was preaching about how good he was to you in the bedroom”

“He was discussing me in front of all his male friends?….”

“Nothing graphic, that’s all he said is that he knew how to satisfy a girl” he shrugged in defense

You rolled your eyes “yeah….sure yoongi.”

Jimin laughed

“He…god this is embarrassing…I wouldn’t even finish most times, and I had to fake it”

“No way” he seemed genuinely shocked

“Yeah, maybe I faked it a little too good, striked his ego up and shit” you giggled, hiding your face.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Oh I’ve had a few, but like it was always 50/50, I never knew if it was gonna be a good time or not you know”

He nodded, taking in the information as you spoke.

“But whatever..” you sighed, leaning your head against the door. “We should probably head downstairs”

He sighed, looking at you as you began to stand to your feet, he stood too. “We don’t have too”

“Well what else is there to do?” You giggle “we can’t sit in the room forever, it’s pretty late too”

He looked at you as best he could

“I could give you an orgasm” He calmly spoke like it was no big deal

Your eyes shot wide open, “w-what??”

He shrugged, silently

“What did you say?” Your voice was startled

“ I said I could give you an orgasm, if you want one”

“Um….Jimin you are my friend” you whispered

“I know, I just feel bad after hearing about the yoongi thing, and I want to make it up for you”

You tried to not freak out at the fact your best friend calmly asked if he could make you cum.

You bit your lip, “uh…”

“We don’t have to do anything” he gently waved his hand “it’s just a sudden horny suggestion”

You softly giggled, looking at your feet.

“Wouldn’t it be kinda, I don’t know, odd?”

“Not really I guess, I mean I always thought you were hot”

You blushed, feeling suddenly overwhelmingly shy.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

You bit your lip nervously.

It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about Jimin like this, which is why it’s such a shock that it was randomly happening in some random persons bedroom at Namjoons party.

“Yes” you breathed out

Jimin smiled “then…the offer stands” he begins to walk towards the door before you gently hold his arm and stop him.

“Jimin”

He looked back, a soft expression as he waited for you to finish speaking.

“Make me forget” you whispered after a few silent moments, your faces close together as he began to smile slightly.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low and quiet

You nod slowly

“We don’t have to, you seemed unsu-”

“I’m sure” you began, “I’m just kinda in shock that it’s actually happening”

He giggled “you’re cute…come here” he gently held your hips in his hands, your heart racing faster than it ever has as he pushed you softly against the door.

Jimin finger raised to his mouth, “quiet, mm?”

You nod, already feeling breathless before his lips suddenly crash into yours, taking any air out of your lungs.

Your hands flew to his hair, pressing him against you as much as possible. “Mm” he moaned against your lips, the vibrations sending straight to your core.

He didn’t fail to notice your red, blushed face even in such a dark room. “You okay” he quietly panted, pulling back a little

“I-I’m okay, that was nice”

“Good” he laughed, returning his lips to yours for a quick peck before trailing down your jaw and neck, so slowly that you felt you were going to explode.

He had you trapped against the door and his body, Jimins warmth only stimulating you more.

“This okay..?” He whispered, pulling his lips away from your cleavage as he fell to his knees, arms softly trailing your sides.

“Yes jimin, it’s okay”

“You trust me?”

“Mm” you nod, feeling his fingers at the hem of your dress, thighs tingling. “I trust you”

With that- jimin gently folded up the bottom half of your dress, exposing your laced red underwear, he felt prideful in seeing the slight wet mark that had dampened them. He went against mentioning it in fear of embarrassing you, rather instead keeping the image in his head that he was able to do such thing to you.

“I can take these off? They are so pretty” he whispered, looking back up at you

“Yeah you can….” You bit your bottom lip, trembling slightly

His fingers delicately hooked into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down while making sure you were still okay with his actions.

“Tell me to stop and I will, okay baby?”

The pet name had you almost moaning, you found the strength to nod, “o-okay”

“God….so perfect” you mumbled to himself once he caught a glance of your dripping core, he’s never seen anything like it.

Jimin took a breath after tossing your underwear to the side, his hands climbing up your thighs as he encouraged you to part them for him, his two fingers gently exploring your folds, pressing against your clit, making you gasp.

“Oh-” you pressed your lips together and leaned your head back against the door behind you, knowing that there are possible people on the other side who might hear.

He was in amazement at how wet you were, the soft squelch sound was the only audible noise in the entire room, making your cheeks red.

You tried to thrust your hips a little to silently plea for what you wanted, his eyes raised up to you

“Use your voice, tell me what you need”

“Jimin….” You whispered, his fingers still slowly rubbing your bud. “Your m- ah…your mouth please”

You wanted to fall into the floor as you heard how needy your voice had become for your friend, but one look at his shit eating grin and suddenly you reminded yourself he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Okay baby, remember, be quiet yeah?”

You nod and close your eyes, preparing for what was to come.

The moment you felt jimins plump lips reach your core, your arched your back away from the door, moaning softly “oh shit, jimin” a hand reached down to rest atop his head.

“Mm taste so good” his voice was pressed against you, the vibration only stimulating you more. “Here baby” he pulled away a little, helping you lift a leg and throw it over his shoulder so you hadn’t lost your balance while standing.

His tongue resumed to your clit, sucking and swiping through the wet folds, savoring the flavor that was you

“Oh…fuck jimin!!” You whined, throwing a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, “it’s so good”

Jimin brought up the hand that wasn’t holding your leg, tracing it up your thigh before pressing a finger into you, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He groaned, “oh shit”

Your mouth had fallen into a small o shape, the pressure of his one finger turned into two, and before you knew it, he was curling them upwards and around, searching for your g-spot

“J-jimin!” Your hand clutched his hair, he only smirked before returning his lips to your swollen clit, sucking vigorously as if it was his sole mission in life to make you cum all over him.

You suddenly moaned out loud, mentally cursing yourself for the volume, he knew in that moment that his skilled fingers had found your frontal wall perfectly, he continued to press into that spot quickly as the wet sound between your legs got louder and messier, tongue lapping at it all.

“Jimin im gonna cum, oh god, oh god” you whispered, squirming your hips a little so you were quite practically riding his face.

He silently encouraged you, the hand holding your leg up began to softly rub into your skin, giving your permission to let go.

“Fuck!!” Your vision suddenly turned white with one last thrust against your g-spot, you tried to balance yourself before you felt jimin help you keep still, “shit” your voice was shaky as the orgasm ripped through your body aggressively, his fingers swiping between you to gather your slick, licking them off in front of you.

“How was that?” He panted, pulling your dress down as he stood

He gave you a moment to catch your breath, “that was….so….oh my god”

He laughed, reaching down to pick up your underwear “I’ll take it was nice?”

“Absolutely”

“Good” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Here” he whispered, giving you back your undergarments.

“No no” you smiled, taking them and putting it into his pant pocket

“Oh?” He raised a cocky brow, “does this mean I qualify for a second round?”

You smirked “do you have plans this weekend?”

“I can clear them” he spoke quickly, making you laugh

“Ok…let’s go before people get suspicious” you whisper, trying to quickly make yourself presentable as if he didn’t just suck the life out from between your legs.

He nodded and helped you fix your dress more before opening the door, both of your eyes following over to yoongi who stood on the other side of the hall, watching you.

“Oh fuck”

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[travlersjoy444]

'My Brother's an Idiot' Blues

2012 Leo x reader

Part two to 'I've Been Tired'

Bad end: "No." and No pt.2

Good end: "Yes."

Chapter Summary: Discussions at midnight, an angry ADHD kid who somehow ends up the temporary family therapist while he wards off his violent urges, tough choices, platonic Raph & reader, and sleep deprived turtles.

...All in all, it was very fun to write.

***

  Raph punched a wall.

  Leonardo was an idiot.  

  Raph groaned, stomping on the ground. 

  “Why is the guy so obsessed with hanging out with The Shredder’s daughter who’s tried killing us  multiple times?! Leo’s gonna get himself hurt, and then what?! And it doesn’t help that none of them bother to listen to me ever, Spi-”

  He deflated, staring at the empty tank.

  “...Spike.” He mumbled, reminded of how his friend had become…Slash…and tried to kill his brothers….

  Raph swallowed, clenching his fists tighter.

  “You okay, Leo?’ Said Donnie from down the tunnels, in the living room. 

  Raph felt like screaming. They were comforting him, as if he hadn’t just gone off and risked his life for the millionth time! But when Raph did impulsive stuff, they just laughed or got mad! This wasn’t fair!

Raph punched his pillow, biting down the impulse to break something, and physically biting his mask tails.

  ‘Calming down’ was clearly not working, he decided as he spat out his even-more-torn-now-mask tails. …Time to go topside.

  Leaving the lair really did do wonders for clearing his head, he noted as he shoved the manhole cover up and emerged into the alleyway. The air was warmer and fresher, and- 

  “Ah!” He yelped, jumping back. 

   Someone had just thrown a rock at him?!

  There was a clattering sound from the fire escape, as if someone was jumping up from a seat.

  “Shit-” 

  Oh great, it was Leo’s crush. Of course you were the one throwing rocks at him.

  “(Y/N), seriously?!” Raph growled, glaring up at where you were perched on the fire escape.

  “Sorry Raphael.” You said, cringing as you looked down towards him. Admittedly you did genuinely look sorry, with tears in your eyes and regret written all over your face…and Raph doubted it all came from your overwhelming remorse for throwing a rock at him.

  Still, his arm hurt now, on top of everything else in his life, and Raph frankly didn’t care about whatever the hell your damage was.

  “Why the fuck were you throwing rocks at me?!” He barked, feeling slightly silly as he craned his neck up to meet your eyes.

  “Why the fuck were you in my rock’s way?” You said back, but your voice was flat and tired. The apologetic expression on your face had faded too, shifting into a bored and mildly disappointed look that Splinter wore all the time.

  “Well sue me for wanting a break from my-” fucking- no, that felt too mean- “ -stupid brothers. I can’t even leave the lair without someone messing with me, apparently!” He snapped, and he picked up the rock and chucked it as hard as he could at the wall.

  “Well sue me for wanting a pleasant and harmless way of relieving stress and anger.” You said, tossing another rock off the fire escape. Raph flinched as it sailed towards him, but instead of striking him, it hit the manhole cover a few feet away. He picked it up, taking in your words.

  Raph tossed the rock back and forth between his hands. “Stressed and angry?” He echoed, looking up at you again. 

  Honestly, the idea of you being angry, of all people, felt pretty foreign. Sarcastic, sure, sassy, definitely, and even irritable…but mad? 

  You frowned boredly, leaning your face on your fist casually as you stared down at him. “Well, dear Raphael, why else would I be out here throwing rocks off my fire escape? Target practice?”

  Raph spluttered, trying to think of a comeback. “Well- I don’t know, maybe?! How the hell am I supposed to know what humans do?!”

  “...C’mon. You’ve known me since the first time you guys emerged from the depths of the sewers, you’ve picked up some things…especially if your fun new vocabulary of non-Sensei-approved-language suggests anything.” You said bluntly, and he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

  “We’ve been over this already (L/N), I knew the word ‘fuck’ before I met you.” He said, crossing his arms as you looked at him condescendingly. 

  “Did ya Mr. ‘sewer apples’?” You teased, doing air quotes.

  “...You know I’ve watched TV, right?” He said flatly.

  “Ooh, Raphie’s seen PG13 films?! Gasp!” You exclaimed dramatically. He growled and chucked the rock at the fire escape.

  You jumped back as the rock hit the wall a few feet away from your head, and your eyes widened as you realized you were actually riling him up.

  “...Sorry, Raph.” You said finally, slumping over. “I’m mad and I’m messing with you because it distracts me from being mad.”

  Raph froze. He hadn’t meant to scare you…. He coughed. “I…I shouldn’t have thrown that, huh?”

  You shrugged. “Well, I guess we’re even now.”

  Raph sighed, letting himself relax a bit. “Well…it worked both ways. I…was distracted too.”

  “Still, you were obviously in a bad mood as it was, and I pushed ya anyways.” You said.

  “Well…I guess we’re even now.” Raph offered, echoing your line.

  You smiled. “Yeah?”

  “...Yeah.”

  “...Hey, Raph?” You said, leaning over the railing of the fire escape. “You’re mad at your brothers, I’m mad at your brother…you wanna come up here for a being-mad-at-your-brothers-popsicle? …I meant to share them with Leo, but…y’know.”

  Sugar and taking something that was supposed to be Leo’s? Fuck yeah, Raph was all for it.

  “...’Kay, gimme a sec’.” Raph smiled, climbing onto a dumpster to hop onto the fire escape.

***

  “And then- get this- he says he’ll  ‘make it up to me’ again!” You exclaimed, biting into your third popsicle.

  Raph gave an affronted ‘Ha!’ sound through his popsicle, which- judging by the amount of wrappers surrounding him- was his sixth one.

  “Right?! Like c’mon Nardo! Just say you don’t like me already!” You groaned.

  Raph snorted, taking his popsicle out of his mouth. “Yeah right , you’re all he ever talks about aside from Karai. …And Captain Ryan, come to think of it.” He said, pausing to consider it. 

  (Was Leo bisexual? …Did Leo even know what it meant to be bi? Was Raph’s brother gay for a fictional character? …He’d revisit the thought later.)

  You shrugged. “I’m his proverbial best friend aside from you guys. Of course he talks about me.”

  Raph shook his head, trying not to give away too much of his brother’s obvious crush on you. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, princess.” Was what he finally settled on.

  You raised an eyebrow. “You mean…you think he… likes me?”

  Raph stuck his popsicle back into his mouth and shrugged unhelpfully.

  You faltered at his lack of response, and licked your own popsicle uncertainly.

  Raph sighed, leaning back onto your pillows. “Look, (Y/N). My brother is…difficult. More so to me than to you since I live with him, but still. I don’t know what he wants or why he does the things he does, but I do know that he’s a good guy, at his core. He’d never hurt you on purpose, he’s just…” 

  Raph tried to think of a polite way to say ‘a dumbass with a hero complex’.  

  “...Kind of a dumbass with a hero complex.” He finally said, a bit miffed at his failure to come up with a nicer description.

  You chuckled though, and Raph felt admittedly proud of the fact that he’d made you laugh- wait no, he was being serious, why was he proud? He didn’t care what you thought!

  “He is .” He insisted, but smiled despite himself. “So whatever the heck is going on with ‘Shredder: Hot teen girl edition’ is probably just…y’know. That. If it makes you feel any better, he probably doesn’t have the hots for her…especially now that she’s tried to kill us.”

  (If Raph were in the mood for introspection, he could have probably related to Leo after the incident with Slash. Something about how affection for someone didn’t just vanish because of how horrible that person was, but it definitely lessened or something... But Raph didn’t like introspection, so he didn’t.)

  Then a thought occurred to him, and he sat up and stared at you. “(Y/N), do you have the hots for Leo?!”

  You blushed, and stubbornly stared at the quilt of your bed. “...Maybe. Maybe I do, Raph. He’s my best friend, why do you sound so surprised?”

  Raph shook his head, a throb of irritation running through him for some reason. “I dunno, maybe because you’re a nice-looking human while we’re…you know, mutant turtles who scare people even when we’re saving them? Like, no offense, but what about that is attractive to you?”

  You somehow blushed harder. “Gee I don’t know Raphael, do you really want me to tell you about what I find attractive in your brother?” 

  He wrinkled his snout and chewed on his popsicle stick. “...Well when you put it that way, hell no.”

  “ Thank you.” You said with a smile of …relief and a hint of smugness. 

  “...So what’re you gonna do?” Asked Raph, begrudgingly curious.

  You shrugged dejectedly. “I don’t know. This is hard, man. I…I like Leo a lot, but maybe I’m sick of being second best to his hero-pet-project. …Does that make me a bad person?”

  “No,” Raph scoffed. If that made you a bad person, then he was a worse person- He was sick of their team coming second to Leo’s dumb forced redeeming of Princess Foot Clan, and it had taken far less than three weeks for him to snap.

  Besides, you were way too cool to be a bad person. You’d given him popsicles and let him rant.

  “I hope it doesn’t. I…I really don’t know what I’m gonna do, I was a total bitch to Leo though still, regardless of how much I deserved to be…” You sighed.

  “Well…you have fun with that.” Raph grinned, patting you on the head patronizingly.

  “Jerk.” You grinned back. 

  “Anyways- I’m gettin’ sick of this mushy stuff.” Raph said, straightening. “Do you have any VHS tapes to watch or somethin’?” 

  “Gettin’ comfortable, huh?” You challenged.

  “No…! Shut up!” He squeaked. You didn’t have anything to do tonight, and Raph didn’t wanna go back to the lair! It made sense!

  Now it was your turn to do the condescending head pat. “There there Raphie, I’m enjoying your company too.”

  “I don’t enjoy your company that much, you’re just supplying me with- with popsicles! Do ya now how hard it is to steal frozen food? Fucking hard!” He snapped, tearing open another popsicle.

  You smiled good-naturedly and pulled up your laptop.

  “Alright Raphie, alright. I see where we stand now, I’m just a popsicle dealer to you.” You sighed dramatically as you popped a Mulan DVD into the media player.

  He rolled his eyes but peered over your shoulder at the screen. “A princess movie? What are ya, nine?”

  “Shhh. You’ll love it.” You said, patting his shell. “It’s about a girl who fights people.”

  He sighed. “Fine. If it’s a musical though-”

  “Leo’s reported you singing the Hamilton soundtrack in the lair, so you can’t even talk.” You grinned.

  “Leo !” He hissed, clenching his fist.

***

  Raph opened his eyes to a black laptop screen…right, he’d gotten tired while watching that Mulan movie with you. 

  His Tphone was blowing up with notifications from his brothers, which he ignored in favor of checking the time…2 AM. Fantastic.

  He sat up from where he sat buried in your pillows and stuffed animals, and awkwardly tried to open the window without waking you up. You were seated with your back against the wall, slumped against the curtain, which made things a bit trickier, but Raph was literally a ninja, and he managed to get it open enough to slip out through.

  He glanced around your room one final time, trying not to feel like he wasn’t supposed to be there. It was an eerie feeling, being there without you conscious. Like some secret he wasn’t supposed to see.

  But he also felt guilty just leaving like that, without saying bye or anything…Leo would call that bad manners. And Raph didn’t usually care about manners, but…you’d given him popsicles. And let him vent about his brothers. And you’d even shown him an admittedly fantastic movie…

  He sighed and climbed back off the bed and onto the floor, grabbing a pen from your desk.

  ‘Thanks’ he wrote on a piece of crumpled notebook paper, and set it on your desk. After a moment of hesitation, he also closed your laptop and set it on the bedside table. 

  “Okay. That’s enough of bein’ a good person for me today.” He mumbled, and finally climbed out the window onto the fire escape.

  He thought about what you’d said about Leo as he slid down the ladder into the alleyway. 

  Raph really didn’t think Leo liked Karai, especially considering how often he’d talked about you since…day one, pretty much. It’d be as annoying as Donnie’s thing for April if it weren’t for the fact that you and Leo actually did things together- Raph had honestly been a little jealous. Not of Leo or anything like that, but of the fact that Leo and you just seemed to… get each other in a way that Raph had only dreamed of. You just… understood each other. Did Leo even know how lucky he was to have that sort of connection?!

  … But then again, apparently that sentiment wasn’t as true as Raph had assumed, considering…well, everything you’d told him.

  He shook his head and climbed down the sewer ladder, hopping over the turnstiles as he reached the lair.

  Leo was in the living room glaring towards him, as he always was when Raph was out late. Leo liked to guilt trip him about how he’d been ‘forced to stay up and keep watch for you’ as if Raph didn’t know Leo had insomnia and would be awake at 2am regardless, and Raph liked to storm around and kick things as if Leo didn’t know Raph felt guilty. It was a fun game they played.

  “Where the heck were you?” Leo said, without the usual irritation in his voice.

  …Actually, upon further inspection…without the usual anything, really. Instead of a dramatic Captain Ryan-esque heroic pose, Leo sat slumped against the couch. He wasn’t even on the couch, he was just leaning on it, which looked incredibly uncomfortable considering how cold the floor was. 

  Not only that, but there were unfamiliar stains on his mask and arm wrappings….uh, wet marks? Tear trails, Raph realized with a pang, stepping closer.

  “...You okay, brother?” He found himself asking. He wasn’t fully done being mad at Leo yet, but honestly, Raph didn’t think he could be mad at Leo right now…the guy looked so…so sad. It was kinda freaking him out.

  Leo shifted, hugging a couch pillow to his plastron.

  “I’m fine Raph.”

  Raph frowned. “No, you’re clearly not. Ya look like someone told you that Space Heroes got cancelled.”

  “It’s been completed since 1974, they can’t cancel it.” Leo said with a half smile, clearly proud of his somewhat-weak comeback.

  Raph rolled his eyes and sat on the floor across from Leo, grabbing the pillow out of his hands so Leo was forced to look up. “Look I’m not good at this whole ‘reading other people’s emotions’ shit, but I know you well enough to know that if you were fine you wouldn’t be here with this…wet pillow…ew, is that snot?” He said, wrinkling his snout in disgust.

  Leo snorted. “Gimme back my pillow, Raphael. That’s an order.”

  “Yeah no shit! I don’t want your snotty pillow, Fearless!” Raph gagged, tossing the pillow at Leo’s face.

  Leo smirked and held it to his chest again.

  “Ugh…you’re proud of that, aren’t you?!” Raph said, furiously wiping his hands on the floor.

  “To be fair, it was rather funny.” Leo pointed out.

  “I hate you.” Raph grunted, crossing his arms. “But you’re distracting me: Are ya really this hung up over the (Y/N) thing? Like… crying hung up?”

  Leo’s smile faded, and he looked away. “No…yes… Yeah.”

  He sighed, hugging the pillow tighter. “Raph… Am I a bad friend?”

  “Well, you screwed up, brother. But- and if you tell anyone that I told you this I’m pounding your skull in- But (Y/N) obviously likes you…a lot . So you’re doing something right, right?” Raph said with a shrug. 

  Leo moaned, shoving his face into the snotty pillow. “Did you talk to (Y/N) or something?!”

  “...I am far too tired to decide whether or not that’s a trick question, so I’mma just say yes now. Yes, I was with (Y/N), and yes we ate popsicles and said the word ‘fuck’ multiple times.” Raph said bluntly.

  Leo glanced up from the pillow. “Is (Y/N) okay?” He asked instantly. “I was such a…such a moron- Hey wait you ate my popsicles? -uh- Nope, not getting sidetracked, we’ll unpack that later- how is (Y/N) doing Raph?!”

  “Fearless, if you get one single inch closer to my face, I’m burning your room down.” Raph grunted, shoving his brother back a few inches before answering. “(Y/N) is mad at you. And sad. I don’t know, it’s none of my business. You should probably talk it out or something that couples- uh I mean ‘best friends’- do. I don’t know, I’m aromantic.”

  “I’m not dating (Y/N).” Leo said, rolling his eyes.

  “Oh right, you just talk about how ‘awesome it is to have someone like that’ and how much you want to ‘stare into those (E/C) orbs and get lost in them’ or ‘get in a romantic fistfight’ platonically.” Raph smirked. 

  “I do not say that. But that's irrelevant-”

  “Yeah, you do, actually.” Said a third voice. Raph looked up to see Donnie draped over the previously-empty-couch dramatically and did a double take.

  “Fucking- Jeez! Breathe louder or something Don!” He sputtered.

  “How long have you been there?!” Leo said, wearing a matching look of shock.

  “Since Raph came out as aromantic. Congrats on that, by the way! You hear that Leo? Now the aspec-siblings are half of the team. Now we’ve just gotta bribe Mikey into joining our side and we’ll outnumber you three to one!” Donnie said with a gap-toothed grin, shooting him a thumbs up.

  Raph nodded, still reeling. “God, Dee…”

  “I have always thought I deserve godhood, yes.” Donnie nodded, clearly sleep deprived. “But then again, I’d miss you guys. Maybe. Maybe just on Tuesdays! Ha! Ha….ha… Good god, I need sleep, don’t I?” They laughed hysterically. 

  Leo narrowed his eyes. “Donnie…how many coffees did you have?”

  “Hahaha…six. …Gasp , maybe I already am God!” 

  Raph rolled his eyes. “Yeah okay I’m gonna ignore them. Back to (Y/N). You’ve gotta apologize.”

  Leo seemed to shrink further into himself as he pressed his shell to the couch again.

  “Well…what if I’m too late? What if I’ve screwed up so much that (Y/N) won’t even want to be acquainted with me? What if…”

  “You’re gonna kill yourself with ‘dem ‘what if’s, Leo.” Donnie said, leaning over the couch arm to stare directly into Leo’s eyes. (Which looked hilarious, and Raph wished he had a camera)

  “Yeah, great advice from the guy who made a literal flow chart about his crush, Donatello. ” Leo sassed.

  “Yeah! I became master of the ‘what if’s! (Ooh… God of the ‘what if’s.)" He coughed. "Anyways: As God, that method works great for me. But you’re what Mikey would call… squishy, Leonardo! Those what ifs will simply tear your mortal soul apart!” Donnie said, miming an explosion in Leo’s face.

  Leo blinked at them, unimpressed. “Mikey coined the term ‘squishy’ to describe you. ”

  “Ooh, I’m a god of Squishy too?!” Donnie gasped. Raph shoved them off the couch.

  Donnie proceeded to simply lay on the floor, and after a few seconds it became apparent that he’d fallen asleep.

  “...I need to get rid of our coffee supply, huh?” Leo said, sighing.

  “I’m pretty sure he actually orders it from online Starbucks, so no dice.” Raph grunted, conveniently not mentioning that Donnie also let Raph order frappuccinos during those Starbucks-runs.

  “Well, nix on that idea.” 

  “I’m gonna make you apologize to (Y/N) tomorrow, you know.” Raph said, looking up.

  Leo nodded, squeezing his pillow one more time. “Okay.”

  “...D’ya think we should just leave them on the floor?” Raph prodded Donnie’s limp body.

  “Well, he’ll probably get back pain…eh, yeah, let’s leave him here.” Leo said with a shrug. 

  “He’s gonna hate themself tomorrow.” Raph smirked, already looking forward to it.

    ***

  Raph was gone in the morning when you woke up, and your laptop had been closed and set on the side table. You were on top of your blankets and leaning against the wall, as you had been while watching the movie…you must’ve fallen asleep.

  There was a crumpled paper on your laptop with a messy ‘Thanks’ scrawled onto it, and you smiled lightly.

  You’d never really spent much time with Raph compared to his brothers, but you were pleasantly surprised by how nice it had been to hang out with him. 

  And- oh yeah. Leo. 

  Your smile faded as you remembered the problem with Leo.

  What were you gonna do? …Apologize? No, you shouldn’t have to apologize, you hadn’t done anything wrong, really…

  You could go talk to him, maybe. 

  What did you even want from Leo, anyways? Sure you liked him, but your feelings were hurt. Did you even want to hang out with him right now?

  Maybe you needed a break. April had taken a break, so what was stopping you?

   Guilt, maybe… You mused as you plugged your laptop in and scrolled through your notifications mindlessly.

  And you didn’t want to take a break from Mikey, Donnie, and Raph. Sure Leo was your self appointed best friend, but the others were great too. And you’d finally hung out with Raph, and you didn’t want to throw all that progress down the drain…

  Was it petty though for you to want to not hang out with Leo? 

  He clearly didn’t want to hang out with you- no, but Raph said that Leo did want to hang out with you.

  Raph had also said something about how he and his brothers ‘weren’t exactly attractive by human standards’…was Leo insecure or something? Why would he be insecure? He was a badass ninja who saved people, he had like, nothing to be insecure about.

  You exhaled in frustration, wishing someone would just- make the decision for you-

  There was a thud, and you jumped and stared out the window.

  A rock.

  You sighed and shoved the window open to see which turtle it was, hoping for Leo but also dreading Leo-

  “Sup (Y/N).” Said Raph, waving up from the alley below..

  “Hey Raph!” You said, feeling both relieved and disappointed. Until you noticed the figure behind him in the shadows. Leo.

Nice.

  “Um…hi?” Said Leo weakly, and he gave a small wave.

  Raph shoved him forwards, glaring up at you in a way that would have read as hostile if it weren’t for the glint of amusement in his eyes.

  “Go get ‘em, Fearless.” He grinned.

  Leo shot Raph a glare, but looked back at you.

  “Hey (Y/N)...can we talk?” He said slowly.

  You sighed, and climbed out the window and onto the fire escape.

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Cool cool.” He said, staring at his hands.

  Raph gave you a thumbs up before vanishing into the shadows, and then you and Leo were alone.

  “So. Rocks at my window? You know that’s what texting is for, right?” You said with a light smile you didn’t fully mean.

  Leo blushed. “Sorry. That was Raph. I think he just wanted to throw rocks, but I told him it was a bad idea-”

  “It’s okay.” You said, a bit awkwardly.

  “Oh. Well, sorry, still.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “So what did you want to talk about, Nardo?” You said, cutting to the chase.

  Leo swallowed. “Uhm…talking, right. I just…You’re right. I’m a terrible friend. I was avoiding you…And it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s just because…well, I don’t know. Because…”

  “You’re a ‘dumbass with a hero complex’?” You offered, quoting Raph.

  Leo narrowed his eyes. “What? No, I’m- Maybe? …Yes.” He finally said with a sigh.

  “So…yeah, what’s your point then?” You said.

  “My point is…I’m gonna try to do better. Be a better friend, if you’ll have me. And if not…I get it. I’ll be like, totally crushed, don’t get me wrong, but it makes sense.” He said, bowing his head. “But um…either way, I just want you to know that I…I like you a lot, (Y/N), and I should have done a better job of showing it.”

  You swallowed, trying not to look into his blue eyes.

  Well…time to make a choice.

No/Yes

***

Author's note: So this baby is a multiple-parter now. There's gonna be two separate endings, one that'll be angsty and one that'll be happy depending on your choice.

Side note, sorry about the excess of Raph in this chapter. I promise next chapter is very Leo-centric, but I guess...well, Raph is my favorite, apparently.

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My (and your) tears ricochet

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader Summary: You and Klaus have a difficult relationship. For 500 years, you bond, break up, and get back together, being both your worst nightmares and your longed-for dreams. But after Lucien bites you and you die in Klaus' arms, the true feelings of your "lover" come out. And you're as delighted as devastated. Warning(s): angst, de@th, mourn, mentions of depression/mental breakdown, vampire violence, a bit of comfort at the end Word count: 5k+ Inspired by: "My tears ricochet" - Taylor Swift

We gather here, we line up, weepin' in a sunlit room

I never thought this would be my end. Killed by one of Klaus' many enemies because I rushed to save the love of my life. An Y/N from 200 years ago would have laughed in my face for my own stupidity.

To die for Klaus Mikaelson - the enemy of my family, the bane of my existence, and the only one I ever truly desired.

It would have been as improbable to my past self as the entire Mikaelson family mourning me with my sister Katherine by their side.

Yet I was here. In the spirit world, watching the original vampires and Kath line up in front of my coffin, they silently watched the sunlight illuminate my gray, lifeless face.

Maybe Klaus was supposed to be my undoing after all.

At least Katerina put me in a nice dress.

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me?

Involuntarily, I began to reminisce about the events leading up to my unexpected death, as I was looking at Klaus' stone, emotionless face.

"What? I betrayed you?! I should've seen that coming. After everything I do and sacrifice for you, you still can't trust me, can you? I'll never be your precious Camille."

"Don't bring her to this! I'll ask you just once more and for your own good, love, tell me the truth. Did you tell Aurora about her?!"

"No Klaus. I didn't tell your psychopathic ex that you were fucking your therapist. You have to find someone else to blame for her death."

"I didn't fuck with her."

"And I don't care."

I turned away from him to leave his studio, but the man grabbed my arm in a strong, aching grip, effectively stopping me. I turned to meet his furious gaze again.

"We're not finished."

"YES, WE ARE! I'm so done with being a toy you can throw out and take back whenever you want! I deserve something more than a hybrid who has an existential problem with himself and thousands of enemies on his back. I'm done with you and whatever is between us. You're not worthy of my time, and I'm so dumb to believe that you can feel something more than anger or a desire for power. Mikael was right about you. You're just a scared boy who is pushing everyone away from you because you're too afraid of being betrayed."

I burst out, fed up with his sick attitude. From the moment I arrived at his call, he treated me with fucking hostility and distance. After everything we've been through together, I didn't deserve to be treated like a traitor. 

At least that's what I told myself to keep from falling apart, seeing the complete lack of love for me in his captivating eyes, which I loved as much as the day we first met.

"Calm down. I've killed people for lesser slander. You're lucky you're still breathing, love." he whispered, placing his hand on my neck and squeezing it lightly to remind me that he could end my life at any moment. Good thing I was never afraid of him.

"And you're lucky to still have someone by your side after hurting your whole family again and again. This killing of everyone out of fear that someone would dare lay hand on you is pathetic. And as you can see, it doesn't quite work well." I snarled, yanking my arm out of his grip and walking away from the even angrier man than before.

After all, the one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest. This was always our guiding principle whenever we argued and broke up for a couple of decades.

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day

"Are you leaving so soon, sister? You just came." Katherine asked as I ran down the stairs towards the exit of the mansion.

"Well, apparently my presence is not needed here. In the house of the great Klaus Mikaelson, there is no place for vile traitors and untrustworthy whores."

"You can not fool me! I know what you really think and feel. And I sympathize with you with all my heart. You're making the right choice, little sister. He is not worthy of your love."

"I didn't ask for your opinion." I growled, unable to bear what she was saying and knowing that it was true.

"You still love him... after everything he has done, after he pretended to be with this bartander and broke your heart..."

"Once again. I didn't ask about your opinion, Katerina." I interrupted her to hurry out of the house. If I had known then that this would be one of our last conversations…

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Lucien is running around trying to get to my loved ones at all costs, and you're taking bloody walks around New Orleans?!" Klaus was yelling at me after he pushed me against the wall of one of the alleys.

"You just answered yourself. Lucien is after your loved ones, and I am not one of them."

"Stupid woman, can't you see how much you mean to me?!"

"You've shown me this for the last fucking weeks by flirting with Aurora and playing Camille's damn boyfriend!"

"I did it to protect you!"

"Not telling me anything, keeping me like a prisoner in your house, and treating me worse than an enemy - this is what you call a fucking protection?!"

"How else was I supposed to keep you from participating in a war that wasn't yours and keep you safe at the same time?!"

"It would be too easy to let me know your plans, wouldn't it?"

"Can't you understand that I can't let anything happen to you?! That losing you too will be the final nail in my coffin!"

Suddenly, a strange, disturbing feeling came over me.

"Klaus."

"No. Let me finally end this and tell what's should be told 500 houndreds bloody years ago." Completely unable to focus on Klaus' words, I glanced over to see what was going on behind him. Lucien pointed the pistol at him with a smirk. Whatever was loaded into the gun, it couldn't end well. "Y/N, I love…"

The shot drowned out what he wanted to say. In an instant, I switched places with him, taking a shot at myself. I gasped as I felt my cool blood begin to ooze from the newly formed wound. My gaze, however, stayed hard on Klaus' terrified eyes.

Lucien's venom.

"Y/N!" his scream managed to cut through my dazed body before I collapsed limply on top of him, sinking into the enticing, blissful darkness.

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

"I don't see a bit of sense in what we're doing." Klaus whined as we walked along the lakeshore. Every now and then I would stop to pick up a nicer pebble and put it in one of our pouches.

"Don't be grumpy, old man. Had you never done this when you were a child?"

"We had other activities. Hunting, learning to fight, mother being one of the more ambitious decided to teach us to read and write - looking at Elijah, one of her worst ideas. We had all kinds of holidays, but we never did something as stupid as collecting useless stones."

"My God, you're worse than Katerina. Shouldn't you, as an artist, see beauty even in something as simple as stone? Besides, what if we happen to come across a diamond thrown away by some rich aristocrat's angry mistress? I'm about to waste my chance at finding a ridiculously expensive gem just because you're particularly cranky today." I asked indignantly, pulling him closer to me and smirking as I waited for his response.

"Your overactive imagination worries me sometimes. Also, I'm capable of giving you your own diamond if you want." he replied, unconvinced, staring at me with feigned concern. Sparks of amusement shone in his mesmerizingly beautiful eyes.

"As far as I remember, my imagination didn't bother you last night. You actually complimented it a lot."

"I won't answer that, just because, apparently, I'm the only one in our humble company who cares about a little tact."

"Well… you weren't last night." I kissed him briefly and run away from him laughing.

"Come here, you little tempting, irritating thing!" he shouted, chasing after me with his own smirk.

He grabbed me, pulling my back to his chest. I started laughing even more as he started placing small kisses down my neck.

"I can give you every little diamond ring you want. Just say a word." he whispered in my ear, nuzzling my jaw with his nose.

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you But what a ghostly scene

Consciousness slowly began to return to my body. I felt like I was in a sea of ​​verbena. Every little muscle burned with hellish pain.

I must have been in hell.

"Not yet, love. I won't let you get away from me that easily. You must fight." his voice instantly brought me back.

I struggled to open my eyes, hissing at the blinding sunlight. The man sitting by my bed rushed to the windows, covering them, before immediately returning to sit by my side. I felt a sudden pressure on my skull. I angrily pushed his hand away, severing the connection between us.

"Get out of my mind." I wheezed, wincing as I heard my hoarse voice. The hybrid, undaunted by my condition, moved closer to me and handed me a glass of blood from the bedside table.

"Make me, love. I dare you." he whispered as he watched me greedily drink the red liquid.

He helped me hold the glass in my hand, embracing it and stroking it tenderly with his thumb. Had it not been for the knowledge that I would die in a few hours, I might have found the whole scene romantic.

"You know that even if you throw me a thousand challenges, you won't keep me for long. I'm gonna die, Klaus. Like Finn and Cami."

"NO. I will not let you. I'll go to Lucien and snatch this damned cure from his throat."

"Klaus, I'm already dead. There is no need…" he cut me off, tangling his hand in my hair to pull me into a desperate, demanding, needy kiss.

I let the warmth of his lips touch me one last time, letting a soft moan escape my throat as the emotions I felt became too much for me to hide any longer. He grabbed my waist, pulling me to him so that I was sitting on his lap. We broke apart. I leaned my head against his forehead, staring into his tear-filled eyes.

"You can't leave me. Not like that."

"I guess I don't have much choice." I whispered in a trembling voice, stroking his cheek tenderly, trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Klaus? Earlier in this alley, before all this happened, You said you love me. I…" he didn't let me finish by pressing his lips against mine again.

"You can say you love me tomorrow. You won't die today, love." he kissed my forehead and left in such a hurry that I couldn't even try to talk him out of the stupid idea of chasing Lucien.

I could only hope he wouldn't do something stupid and share my fate.

You wear the same jewels that I gave you As you bury me

The funeral was not extraordinary or grand. By Mikaelson's standards, it was quite modest and therefore more personal. It was good to know they'd miss my presence, but I couldn't focus on anyone but Klaus.

He was strangely calm. Emotionless, expressionless. Like a dead sculpture. My concern for the vampire only increased when I saw the necklace (which I gave him for his 1,000th birthday) with the pendant of a wolf howling at the moon hanging proudly from his neck, gleaming in the sunlight. His blue eyes stared blankly at my coffin, which they were hiding in the crypt.

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear Katerina and Rebekah crying.

However, the one person I cared about and worried about ever since I left the world of the living spent the entire funeral in astonishing silence.

It was at that moment that I knew he wouldn't accept my departure so easily.

I smiled as I saw Elijah come over to comfort him afterward. My smile faded as the hybrid growled aggressively at him, shoved his brother away, and ran to a place only known to him.

It must have been harder for him than he dared show anyone.

"Please, let one of his siblings be able to get to him. Despite his best efforts to keep them at a distance."

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet

If I thought the funeral was hard for Klaus, then the wake must be his true hell.

Most of the originals have recovered by now, sitting in their living room sipping drinks, recalling all the funny, sad, and crazy things that had to do with me.

I thought it would somehow ease his pain.

Katerina seemed a little cheerier as she talked about all the compromising situations that WERE SUPPOSED to go with me to the grave. But I couldn't really blame her. I would probably do the same in the reverse situation.

It was Kol who unwittingly unleashed the storm.

"Remember when Nik tried to propose to her in the 19th century, here in New Orleans?" my heart and the whole world around me stopped for a moment. Propose?

"What?! How?" my sister's surprised exclamation perfectly reflected my current state. I had no idea that idea could ever enter his head.

"He has had hundreds of attempts over the centuries, but at this time most of us thought he'd finally made it." a single tear escaped my eye as I lamented the future that would never happen. "I even spent all of my money from the safe in Chicago because Nik had planned to…"

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, silencing the original. Everyone's attention shifted to Klaus, who had shards of glass stuck in his hands. A trickle of blood began to form from his hand, staining the chair and the carpet beneath it.

"I have enough of this pathetic show." he snarled, brushing off the shards of glass as he walked away to his art studio. Rebekah and Elijah didn't give up so easily, catching up with him on the stairs.

"Is that how your life will look now? You'll growl at us every time we mention Y/…" 

"DON'T EVEN DARE SAY HER NAME!" he burst out, running to his studio. Elijah gave his sister a knowing look and returned to the living room, letting her do her thing.

Rebekah and I followed the hybrid, finding him in the middle of the ruined room, weeping over one of my portraits that had miraculously survived the crash. The blonde kneeled, hugging her brother and combing his hair comfortingly.

"Oh, Nik. That pain will never go away if you don't accept…"

"I WILL NEVER ACCEPT THIS!" he wrenched himself free from her grip, wary of the painting. "And this damn witch knew it! She enchanted me the first time I saw her. She put a dark spell on me, so I never found any other woman even a little bit as attractive as her. She is my heart, my half soul, my happiness, my sadness, and my madness, and now… now she is gone. And will be my curse for the rest of my life, Rebekah. Nothing can change that, especially not passing time, because every second, every minute, every hour, and every day without her by my side is meaningless."

"But you two were apart before, and you never acted like that, Nik."

"It was easier to let her go knowing she was happy and safe rather than cold and dead in some bloody tomb."

"And what about Hope? Your daughter, remember? You must be strong for her."

"Maybe it would have been better if she had never known the wasted shell I became after SHE left."

The blast of air (and all that mess) was all he left behind. Rebekah hesitantly reached for my portrait, staring at it with tears in her eyes.

However, it may not be so easy to let me go for all of them.

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home

"You just beat yourself up more. By the way, he himself too." Cami's voice came from behind me. I turned to face her, leaving the hybrid alone with my crypt for a moment.

"I thought it was healthy to grieve a little over someone's death."

"Yes, but what you two are doing is obsessive and bordering on pre-depressive. You must let him go. And he you. Holding on to him will get you nowhere. If you don't want peace yet, you might as well travel to other places. You can go anywhere you want."

"Anywhere I want, just not home." I muttered bitterly, looking at the hybrid sitting across from my grave and sipping a bottle of bourbon.

"I don't think I can do anything here. Just remember you have a choice, okay?"

"You're going to find peace?"

"Yes, and don't make me wait there alone for long. Watching them won't help you. I'm so sorry, Y/N." she gave me one last comforting, sad smile and turned to leave.

"Good luck, Camille!" I called after her and turned on my way, approaching Klaus again.

"For you too. I hope you'll find your peace." I heard before the blonde was gone for good.

"I already did." I murmured, grabbing Klaus' hand, enjoying the slim chance of being close to him. At the very least, I could fool myself into thinking I was still with him. 

Because the truth was that I would never find my peace without him.

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones

Klaus had slept for a week and stayed only in my bedroom, occasionally popping up to visit my grave. With a heavy heart, I laid down next to him on my bed, watching him sleep peacefully, hugging my pillow, and inhaling my scent left on it.

Involuntarily, I remembered my last hours in this bed.

"I will kill anyone you thought was your friend. I will tear out their throats and hearts one by one and torture them until they feel half as much pain as I will feel. I'll make this whole bloody world go up in flames, and it'll never rise from its fall, and neither will I if you leave me."

"Were you always so dramatic, or did it just happen in your old age?" I taunted, taking a sip of water to cover up my earlier sudden coughing fit from him. But I doubt I'll be able to explain the blood on the mirror if he looks in the bathroom when he returns.

"I'm not joking, love. If you die before I find a cure, I'll follow you straight to hell and drag you back with me. No one and nothing can take you from me."

"I'd find it romantic if you didn't presume that I'm the spawn of the devil. What if I'm an angel in disguise?"

"Then they did a fantastic job of camouflaging you. I have to go now, love. You have one task: Don't die. Can you do it?"

"I'll try. Nik, I lo..." he hung up before I could finish. "I love you, Nik." I whispered to myself, trying my hardest to control the sudden dizziness.

Klaus, whatever you're doing, please do it faster.

And I still talk to you (When I'm screaming at the sky) And when you can't sleep at night (You hear my stolen lullabies)

"I think you should go in the red one. This color has always suited you." I mumbled as I stood next to my sister and watched her look at herself in the mirror.

At one point, she sighed resignedly, falling onto the bed where Rebekah was sitting. The blonde pulled away from the phone, glancing at the doppelgänger.

"What's wrong with you this time? We went through all our wardrobes, and you didn't pick anything? You always look stunning, just go for something."

"Usually, it was Y/N who helped me choose a dress for a date."

The deafening silence that filled the room probably hurt me more than it hurt them. How I would love to be there with them.

"I'm… I'm sorry."

"You don't have to. How could you know? I just… really miss her."

"Yeah. Me too. All of us do."

"I'd probably borrow something from her if she was still here and if Klaus wasn't guarding her room like a vault."

"Speaking of him, I should probably check on him. If you can hear me in any way, take the little red one. Elijah will be delighted." I said getting out of bed and heading to my bedroom. I've probably spent more time in it as a ghost than a vampire.

I entered the room, neatly dodging the piles of books and clothes that Klaus had scattered around, looking for things that still smelled of me. I dreaded thinking what he would do when they were gone. Maybe he'll be in the mood to use my perfume instead and go outside? It was the best scenario.

I sighed, recognizing his curled form on the bed. He was wearing my favorite sweatpants and a (too big for me) sweatshirt. I was a little scared that he could easily fit into my clothes. Several bottles of alcohol and bags of blood were placed next to him. At least he was feeding. I sat next to him, running my hand through his hair (pretending to do so).

"I know it's hard for you and that you can't move on; come to terms with what happened. I'd probably be in much worse shape if I couldn't hear you, see your ridiculously handsome face. But you are stronger than me. Much stronger. You have to get out of this. For yourself, for your siblings, for Hope… for me." I began to cry, trying to somehow hug the also weeping hybrid. "I'm so sorry, Nik."

Suddenly, a very angry Hayley burst into the room with a nervous Elijah behind her.

"KLAUS! That's enough! You have to get yourself in order and get out of this hole. It will be best if you go for a walk with YOUR DAUGHTER. Do you still remember her? Hope misses you and has been restless for several weeks. I can't calm her down, so do your fatherly duty and move your ass, or I'll do it for you."

"Go away." he mumbled, not even looking up since they came in.

The brunette snorted, trying to take my blanket from him, which covered him. As soon as her hands were on the material, the hybrid growled, snatching it from her hands and pinning the woman by the neck to the wall.

"Touch her stuff again, and I'll make it the last thing you do in your miserable, meaningless life."

"Niklaus! Let her go!" I screamed along with Elijah. Klaus ignored his brother, only tightening his grip on the barely alive woman.

"Do you think Y/N would want you to kill your baby's mother?"

Luckily, this convinced the hybrid. He released Hayley from his grip and shoved them both out of the room, locking the door behind them. He threw himself heavily on the bed, inhaling my scent to calm himself down. After a while, tears started flowing from his eyes.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

The worst thing about this illness wasn't the debilitating pain. Loneliness was the worst.

Each of the Mikaelsons and Katerina were involved in obtaining the cure. They still had hope. But I resigned myself to my fate the moment Lucien's venom pierced my body with a wooden ball.

That didn't mean I wanted to die alone.

As if on cue, Katerina burst into my room and sat on the bed next to me. I could see her lips move, but I couldn't hear a sound in the world. It wasn't until she poured a glass of cold water over me that my complete consciousness returned to me.

"Are you crazy?!" I shouted. "If you want to get me to my grave faster, there are other ideas." Katerina stopped laughing and suddenly tensed up, glaring reproachfully at me.

"Don't even dare say that. You're not going to die, do you understand? Klaus is getting a cure right now. You will recover. I promise." she said, grabbing my hand and planting a kiss on my forehead, brushing sweaty, wet strands of hair out of my eyes.

"You may be the best liar that ever walked on this earth, but I always knew when you were lying."

"I'm glad I'm not doing it this time. You'll see, you'll be cruising around again in a few hours, avoiding Klaus' argument about obeying his orders."

"At least when I go to hell, I'll meet our father and kick his ass for separating you from Nadia. Maybe Mikael and Dahlia will be on my hit list too." I mumbled, giving in after several hours to the urge to close my eyes. Then I felt that I had been shivering with fever all this time.

"Y/N, open your eyes. You've got to open your eyes for me, just for a little while longer. Please, Y/N."

"We should saddle our horses today and take a ride to the lake. We haven't done that for a long time."

"We'll go to Bulgaria I promise, just open your eyes for me. Molya te, sestrichke otvori ochi."

"Obicham te Katerina." I whispered, feeling the last bloody tears fall from my eyes.

"Y/N! Wake up! Freya!" Katherine screamed in panic, trying to wake me up by shaking my shoulders.

The next few minutes were weightless as I waited to pass into the ghost world. With the remnants of my ebbing life, I felt the commotion around my bed. The bitter liquid was forced down my throat, and someone clenched my jaw to make sure I didn't spit out the horrible liquid. In the background, I could still hear Freya and Davina mumbling, Katerina and Rebekah crying, and Klaus screaming in rage before I was swallowed up in pain-relieving darkness for good.

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet

It's been a month and a half since my death, and Klaus has made one small, significant progress. He didn't throw his fangs at anyone who so much as uttered my name. After the attack on Hayley, he had controlled his aggression and was not a relative danger to society. Well… at least not more than usual.

I, on the other hand, felt much better than a months ago. My vampire speed somehow reactivated, saving me from chasing the rushing original for half a day. Also, watching my loved ones brought me some relief. Only Klaus was still stuck in place, unable to let me go.

Hayley and Freya joined forces to talk some sense into him and set him on the right path. But even their best efforts could not change the stubborn hybrid's mind.

That's how I got here. At my grave, watching Klaus clean it and add new flowers, throwing out the ones that had faded since his visit yesterday. I got more flowers from him after I died than I've had in 500 goddamn years.

He usually worked in silence, occasionally humming some old song I made him sing ages ago when I was upset. He has always had a wonderful voice.

But today, after a particularly bad fight with Hayley, Elijah, and Freya, he sat on the bench in front of my tombs and did something he hadn't done before. He was talking to me (or rather, to a stone slab with my name on it, but still).

"I know you wouldn't approve of my behavior. I know you would yell at me and get angry. My gods, I never imagined that I would miss it so much. I really wish I could be there for Hope, but I can't. I can't let her see me like this. Even if she's so little now. I know she needs me, but... everyone I love is dying. And I can't let anyone else die again because of me. Especially not my daughter. I want her to live. I want her to grow up. I want her to love, even if it brings you pain and sadness. Be a strong and beautiful woman, as you and her mother. I don't know what to do, Y/N. And I really wish that you were here to tell me, my little vampire."

A fountain of tears spilled from both his and my eyes. For the first time today, I reached for him, pulling him to me in a poor imitation of a hug.

The hybrid jumped up from the bench in fear, staring shocked and suspiciously at the place he had recently occupied. My heart beat faster. Did he? No. It is impossible. Klaus has the same incredulous look as mine. But what if…

"Y/N?" for the first time in these long, cold months, I shed a wave of relief tears. I sat there in shock, staring at the uncertain hybrid with unimaginable happiness. He could feel me. Like I him. "Please, show me it's you, and I'm not delusional."

I rushed over to him, hugging him with all my might. The hybrid almost knocked us to the ground. He probably didn't hear my loud laugh because he would have looked a little more offended than full of disbelief and happiness.

"I'll recognize that smell anywhere. Cruel woman, if you really are just a figment of my imagination and I make a fool of myself by running to my siblings with this, then know that I will meet you soon in hell and will not let your soul depart from me again." I slapped his shoulder for saying such nonsense, and he just laughed, gropingly trying to pull me closer to his chest.

I allowed myself, for the first time in months, to sink into the blissful feel of his warm skin. We needed a moment to ourselves before he shared this discovery with Freya, and their next fight to retrieve me from death's clutches began. For now, I enjoyed Klaus' clinginess.

"Don't even think that I'll deprive you of your touch for a moment. I'm going to hold you until the end of the bloody world." he whispered, moving around me from memory to put his chin on top of my head after he kissed me there softly.

It sounded good. But I knew it wouldn't be enough for us for long.

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the best PA (dieter bravo x f!reader)

summary: bored out of your mind in dieter's penthouse, your mind wanders to the first time you fucked. you decide to find out if he has more of those toys hidden somewhere

pairing:dieter bravo x f!reader word count: 2.4k warnings:18+ content; no use of y/n ; some swearing, unprotected p in v, sex toys (fleshlight & butt plug); some anal play; drug use (dieter does coke); loose continuation of "working overtime" but can be read as a standalone

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Being a personal assistant could be the best job in the world.

Travel the world, attend red carpets and award shows. Mingle with important people.

Get just enough of a taste of the lifestyle of the rich and famous to quench one's own thirst. Without all the nasty sides like paparazzi and rumours and whatnot.

It could also be the worst.

Like right now, where she was stuck in Dieter Bravo’s penthouse, sitting on the sofa in his living room, scrolling through her phone, bored out of her goddamn mind as she closed and then opened Instagram for what felt like the millionth time.

All while he yelled at someone. 

Again. 

Holed up in his office, on a video chat with some directors and producers and trying his best to fuck with his career.

Again.

As always.

He had insisted she be in his apartment, wanting to talk about something in between the meetings he’d be having all day. 

Probably about how stupid these people all were and how he couldn’t believe that all of them had jobs still.

She was not going to involve herself in this.

Yeah, as a PA, she somehow also had ended up as his personal therapist.

Not that she was licensed or reimbursed for that.

It could be fun sometimes, but other times it was draining as hell.

Little industry secrets be damned.

Shutting her phone off and putting it face down on the sofa, she groaned, rolling her eyes as she rested her head against the back of the couch.

She could hear him hurl insults at someone in the meeting and for once she was glad she didn’t choose PR as her field of work. 

Probably would have quit the day she started with him.

She occasionally talked to them and they seemed stressed to get his sex life and drug use to stay as private as could be.

So, barely.

Staring at the ceiling, her mind wandered. Back to that day in his trailer, the many encounters after.

They weren’t a thing but they also weren’t not a thing. 

He had simply started requesting her assistance more. 

Which then led to sex here and there.

Sex that actually wasn’t that bad, even if he could be a little selfish at times.

She didn’t mind. At least not a lot.

He did make sure she came, so that was a lot better than most guys she knew.

Pushing herself up from the sofa with a grunt, she wandered around the living room a bit, her mind still on that stupid toy. 

How hot it had been to use it. 

How much he had enjoyed it.

He had to have more. And she was incredibly curious now.

She didn’t have to be quiet to hear him still yelling, deciding to quietly slip out of the living room and into the hallway.

Walking to where she assumed his bedroom was.

It was. And God, was it messy. 

Unmade bed, clothes strewn all over the place, food wrappers and some bottles on the floor.

Some dirty dishes, though they looked like they could be from this morning.

Was that coke on the nightstand?

Next to a massive dildo?

Fucking hell, she didn’t even want to know.

It was interesting to see how he actually lived, his trailers were always semi-clean because he knew she or someone else could pop over at any minute, and even his living room was fairly tidy.

He probably wasn’t expecting anyone to land in his bedroom soon, though.

Walking to the gigantic walk-in closet, she looked around, running her fingers over the many clothes he owned. It smelled like him, overwhelmingly so.

Of course it would.

Expensive perfume was most prominent.

She only hoped he wouldn’t catch her, still hearing him yell and rant from his office. 

Even if they were on good terms and occasionally fucking, she could lose her job for this and be blacklisted forever for snooping in her boss’s apartment.

One part of her almost was convinced to just turn around and leave again, when she saw that suspicious box hidden away under a pile of clothes.

That seemed like an obvious place for sex toys to be.

Honestly, knowing him? She also could have expected a walk-in closet of toys.

It was somewhat reassuring he was fairly normal in that regard.

So she knelt down, pulling the somewhat unassuming box out from underneath the clothes, sitting back on her legs as she opened it.

Jackpot.

Of course they weren’t organized, but it was shocking to see all the different things he had. 

Dildos, plugs, beads, handcuffs.

Things she had never even seen before.

Like… an egg carton?

“What the fuck.” She whispered quietly, taking it out of the box and placing it on her lap.

“Easy Beat Egg?” Her brows furrowed in confusion as she read the label on the package. “I know you’re weird, Dieter, but fucking eggs?”

Opening the carton, she took one out, examining it in her hand. It read “WIND” on it, only making her more confused.

The pieces only clicked into place slowly when she opened the plastic shell, revealing a soft silicone toy inside.

“Wind’s not bad, I personally prefer the Ring, though, baby.” 

His voice behind her let her head whip around, looking up at him in shock.

Fuck.

This was fucking awful.

“They’re fleshlights, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He said, big grin on his face, seeing how her cheeks flushed dark. “Travel size.”

“You really need some real pussy, Dieter.” She quipped, heart still beating in her throat.

Was he gonna fire her?

End her career for good?

All because she was curious?

“Are you offering?” He asked, brow raised, leaning against the door frame. Arms crossed in front of his broad chest as he looked down at her.

He could still feel her working him with that toy in his trailer all these weeks ago. It had replayed on his mind more often than he could count.

Though he’d prefer her mouth right now, finding her in the perfect position for that, needing to let his frustration with these idiots called directors out somewhere.

She noticed how he stared at her lips, saliva pooling in her mouth at the thought.

“Get your ass over here, Bravo.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, walking over to her and untying the string of his sweatpants. Stopping right in front of her, watching her as she quickly worked him free and wrapped her lips around him.

“That’s right, sugar, just like that.” He groaned, hand in her hair and tugging at it. “Take that cock deep in your mouth, that’s it.”

She bobbed her head, working what she could fit comfortably with her mouth and stroking the base with one hand. 

Looking up at him all the while, making sure to make it sloppy, knowing he loved seeing the mess of it.

He was easy to play, just looking up at him, moaning a little and playing with his balls, it was enough to really get him going.

When he placed his hands on the side of her head, she relented control to him for a moment, letting his hips fuck into her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks, gagging just a little when he went too deep.

Based on the groan he let out, he liked that, though.

“Your mouth is better than any fucking drugs, you know that?” He rasped, pressing himself in deep once, staying there for a few seconds before pulling back, giving control over to her again.

She took a moment to gather her breath, then continued, feeling him twitch in her mouth as he threw his head back.

Fuck, he looked gorgeous like this.

Suddenly, she remembered the egg fleshlight. Picking it up while continuing, she unpacked it, before taking her mouth off of him with a pop. 

Then, she slid the toy over him, clenching around nothing at the sound he made, her eyes lighting up as a quiet whimper escaped her.

As much as she loved sucking his dick, there was something about jerking him off with a pocket pussy that was just so incredibly hot.

“Fuck, you enjoy these too much.” He groaned, watching as she moved the toy slowly, how she was twisting her wrist.  “Are you gonna take your tits out for me, baby?”

She shook her head with a grin, continuing with small strokes, then growing faster before slowing down again, leaning forward to press kisses around the base of his cock.

He wouldn’t get what he wanted now, only if he fucked her as well.

“Fucking tease. Fuck, you’re good.”

She laughed, slowing down her movements at which he groaned.

“Wanna cum inside this toy? Or a real pussy?” Sitting up a little, she nibbled at his soft stomach, pushing his shirt up with her nose.

He was so soft and warm, she could rest her head here forever.

“You’re the best fucking PA I’ve ever had, you know that, baby?” He grabbed her wrist, moving her off of him and throwing the toy to the side before bending down and kissing her, hard.

“I’m the only PA you’ve had for more than 3 months, Bravo.”

Dieter pushed her to the floor, crawling over her and quickly removed her pants along with her underwear. 

Then, he leaned back to look at her pussy, already dripping as he draped her legs over his lap, dragging her closer by her ankles.

She saw his eyes move to the toy box before coming back to her. First to her pussy, then her eyes.

Considering something.

“Ever tried a plug?” He asked, already reaching over to pull out a small metal plug and what she assumed was lube. 

When she shook her head, eyes following the small toy as he twirled it between his fingers, he grinned. “You’re gonna try it now, dirty girl.”

She clenched around nothing at the thought, breath hitching in her throat as she watched him put some lube on his fingers. 

His tone didn’t leave room for arguing, but she wasn’t going to.

In a way, she was actually excited to try this and she knew he wouldn’t half-ass this.

No pun intended.

“I’ve never done that before, you know?” His eyes flew up to her when she confessed that, grin still on his lips.

“It’s amazing, trust me.” With that, Dieter pressed his finger against the tight ring of muscle, surprisingly gentle. “You gotta relax, baby.”

She tried to, feeling how it slipped past the resistance. It was an odd feeling, moaning as he slowly worked it in and out of her, stretching her open.

He soon added another, watching how she arched her back, her hands kneading her breasts through her shirt. “There you go, c’mon, baby.”

Slowly he removed his fingers, coating the shiny plug with lube before carefully pressing it inside her, watching her face as she closed her eyes and bit her lip.

It did feel good, once the widest part slipped inside her and she clenched around nothing.

He hadn’t been lying, and it was odd seeing him so careful and gentle. 

Maybe it was just because he knew how carefully this had to be done.

Shifting her by her hips, he lined up his cock, sinking inside slowly, grinning as she whimpered. 

Fuck, she felt so full. 

The sensation of his cock and the small toy inside her so overwhelming, she felt like she could cum just like this.

“Fuck- Dieter-” She breathed out, his hands opening her button down, freeing her tits from her bra and squeezing them roughly as he replaced her hands with his.

“Told you it feels good, baby.”

He began thrusting, slowly at first before picking up speed, clearly chasing his building orgasm from earlier, hands still on her breasts.

She moved with him, whimpering and squeezing around him as she felt her own orgasm build, eyes closed and head thrown back.

Until she heard a rustling, felt him slow down.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a bag of coke in his hands, groaning.

“You are not doing coke while fucking me.” She said, trying to reach for the bag.

He was quicker, holding it out of her reach and snapping his hips into hers, making her moan. 

One hand went to her clit, drawing tight circles into it.

“Just one line off those pretty tits, baby.” He said, another harsh snap against her hips. 

Making her disagreement evaporate.

She didn’t condone his drug use but… fucking hell, he was getting her closer and closer to cumming, and maybe he’d finally stop being so goddamn angry for once.

“One fucking line and- Fuck-” She gasped, words broken when he pushed inside her deeper. “I ain’t babysitting you after.”

His dark eyes sparkled, moving quickly to drop some of the powder onto her breast, stopping his thrusts just long enough to snort it.

“Fuck, nothing can beat that, baby.” He said, picking up his speed, his fingers staying on her clit.

And shortly after, that coil inside her burst, squeezing around him hard, the sensation of his cock and the toy so foreign but so good, and felt him follow soon after her. 

His hips stuttered against hers until he stopped, the drugs only hightening his orgasm as he shivered a little.

For a while, only the sound of them catching their breaths was being heard, until he laughed.

“Knew I’d get you to accept the coke.”

She sighed in annoyance, not responding, only groaning when he pulled out.

She waited for him to take out the plug next, feeling his fingers on it as he pushed against the base. But the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

“That stays in, baby.” Dieter said while getting off the floor, pulling up his sweatpants. “And you better keep it there ‘til later.”

It annoyed but also excited her, choosing to just relent, also for her own pleasure right now. She slowly moved to get dressed, unsure at first with how the toy felt inside her but getting used to it quickly.

“There will be no later as long as you’re high, Dieter.” 

He raised his brows at that, still grinning.

“We haven’t tried the rest of that box and if you remember, I have a whole lot more meetings today.” 

He squeezed her ass with a laugh, winking at her.

“Gotta waste some time in between them somehow.”

Oh how she dreaded the rest of today.

But she also felt excited, fixing her shirt and looking back at him.

Dieter Bravo was fucking insufferable, but also fucking irresistable.

And he knew he had won the second he saw the corner of her lips turn upwards just a little.

She really was the best PA any actor could ask for.

And that’s why she was his.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x you #the bubble #pedro pascal #dieter bravo imagine #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x female reader #pedro pascal imagine #fanfic #fan fic #fanfiction #my writing

[unreliablesnake]

Your memory (König x reader)

Note: Oh, boy. I was talking to someone about my mental health issues today and it gave me an idea. I'm sorry. I'm so so fucking sorry.

Warnings: suicide, depression, afab!reader, the reader has a good relationship with their parents and isn't from Austria.

It all began when you were still stupid kids, back when despite his height and strength his social anxiety made his life a living hell. His parents took him to a therapist to get help, so every week he went there after school to talk about his issues.

One day he got there earlier than usual–he needed a safe place to stay after two of the bullies from his class saw him nearby and started berating him in public–and there you were in the waiting room, reading a book quietly in a corner with one of your earbuds in.

You were pretty, he could see that, and at the time he was just another hormone-driven teenage boy whose brain was invaded by dirty thoughts at your sight. Your skirt was a little too short, your shirt drew attention to your breasts, and the shiny lip gloss made him wonder what it tasted like.

Then they called you in, strangely enough speaking to you in English, which made him wonder if you were a foreigner.

The next week he decided to arrive sooner again, hoping he could see you. You were there, but he didn't talk to you. He didn't have the courage to do so.

This went on for another two weeks, with him silently watching you, right until one day you pulled out the earbud from your ear and gave him a questioning look. When he turned his gaze somewhere else, you stood up and sat on a chair next to him. You asked him if he spoke English to which he only replied with a nod.

In the following weeks he learned a lot about you. Your father was an expat, you were suffering from depression, you liked to read, you loved music–it always helped you calm down–you had a surprisingly good relationship with your parents despite being a teenager, and you were missing your old home.

You were the one who dared to ask him out. At first he didn't even know what to say, but then he agreed with a smile.

You were his first serious girlfriend. After two years your dad had to move again, and he joined the military, but you kept in touch despite the distance and obstacles. Your messages always made him smile, gave him strength, and he liked to think about how your life would change once you returned for college.

But you never did.

One day, after a very long and very tiring day, he gave you a call, knowing well enough that you were a few hours behind so you would probably answer. Someone answered, but it wasn't you. It was your father. He could immediately hear it, the sadness in his voice that he could only understand when he somehow managed to tell him that you had committed suicide the night before.

He muttered a few words on autopilot, the words leaving his mouth without thinking before he ended the call and sank on his bed. He couldn't believe it.

He didn't want to believe it.

He quickly checked his messages, thinking he would find something, anything that would have given away what you were planning to do, that maybe it was his fault, that maybe he wasn't paying enough attention to you.

But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.

To this day, he often wonders what he did wrong. Was it even his fault? Was there anything he could have done to prevent this? Why did you do this? You didn't leave a letter behind.

These days he usually thinks of you because of a song that plays on a random playlist, a book he sees in a bookstore, or when he sees someone who looks a lot like you, giving him hope that maybe you just returned to him.

It's never you.

And it will never be you again.

#call of duty #konig x reader #konig #könig #könig x reader #cod könig #cod konig

[nerves-nebula]

Okay so Donnie at the end is a little OOC, but I figured this would happen a long ways down the line, after they were beginning to recover, and he’s gotten some more self-confidence. Pair that with “siblings potentially in danger” and I think it’s justified? I hope you like.

——

Their therapist liked to tell them that it was okay to have moments of immaturity. It was fine to indulge in childish things because it’s not as if they’d had time for it as children.

“You’d be surprised how many adults still love things geared towards younger audiences.”

This was the excuse Leo gave himself.

He was just embracing his childish side.

Donnie had said that the “Shell-mobile” as Mikey had dubbed it was technically road-worthy. He was still working in it, though, wanting it to work as a mobile command center for them when they were scouting or ninja-ing.

All Leo heard was “We have a car now.”

Technically, Raph and Donnie were the only ones with licenses. They had immediately gotten them when they’d officially moved to the Hidden City, just in case. So, technically, Raph and Donnie were the only ones who could legally drive the Shell-mobile.

However, Leo and Mikey still had learner’s permits and were allowed to drive as long as someone with a license was with them in the car, so this should be fine.

Leo slammed the gas, laughing hysterically as the junker van surged forward, tearing down the road as Mikey and Raph clung to their seats. It was exhilarating, the freedom of driving at ridiculous speeds. They’d pulled off the main road, of course, avoiding any major traffic (Leo was impulsive, not stupid), that way they’d be less likely to run into any cops.

The handling on the van was less than optimal. It swerved and Leo could swear he’d pulled them up onto just two wheels at least three times.

“Faster, Leo!” Mikey screamed, throwing his hands in the air as they took a sharp turn, “Donnie’s gonna fuckin’ kill us!”

Raph’s scream was far less excited, “Screw Donnie, LEO is gonna kill us! At least slow down for the turns, you’re gonna crash!”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Leo laughed maniacally, popping the handbrake to drift them around another sharp corner. There was no way in hell he was slowing this vehicle until Raph either threw up or passed out.

“LEO LOOK OUT!” Raph shrieked (rather high pitched and girly if you asked Leo).

Mikey’s laughter also died down as the van slammed into something, thudding a few times. Leo slammed on the brakes, skidding them to a stop, the smell of burnt rubber quickly filling the air.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Raph made to grab at the door handle, but his hands shook too much to get a proper grip. Leo leaned over to help, letting Raph out to get some air.

He and Mikey also got out, all of them turning to see the hunched form of a cat yokai in the middle of the road.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Raph whined.

They approached the yokai carefully, unsure if he was even alive.

“Oh my God, Leo.” Mikey punched his shoulder, “You fucking hit someone.”

“It was an accident!”

“I’m so not testifying for you in court, dude. Lock her away, Your Honor! This woman is a certified-“

Coughing interrupted him.

“Oh fuck, he’s alive.” Raph put himself between the body and his brothers, “Can you hear us?”

The yokai groaned, slowly lifting his head. He was definitely not doing good, his face was scratched to shit and one of his eyes wouldn’t open.

“D-Donnie?” The yokai asked.

The trio froze.

No one spoke for a solid minute.

The yokai collapsed back to the pavement.

“How did he-“

“Could he be-“

“Abe?”

The yokai’s ears twitched.

Donnie, back when they began training their ninpo, had done experiments about telepathy. He’d done tons of tests, both in safe and dangerous environments. He had definitively told them all that, thankfully, their blood line did not mean that they could read each other’s minds. He surmised that any “telepathy” the others thought they had was just them being able go understand one another and know how the other would react to circumstances due to their prolonged exposure to one another.

However, in that moment, the trio only had to exchange one look before they all turned back, going back go the Shell-mobile. They buckled up, fixed the mirrors, and Leo turned them around.

Thump

Thump

The drive back home was far less exciting than the drive out to the edge of town, but the adrenaline still ran through their veins. Leo parked the van, smiling to himself as he saw Donnie storming into the garage.

“Wh-what did you d-d-do?!” Donnie looked over the van, “Of all th-the reckless, kn-knuckleheaded- you realize I can remote tr-track the van’s sp-speedometer, right?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t know that.” Leo smiled, “That’s really cool, Don.”

Donnie paused a moment, “I- hey, wait! You can’t distract me w-with compliments!”

Mikey nodded, “Yeah, that’d be underhanded.”

Raph agreed, “You can yell at us, Don, go ahead.”

Donnie’s ire seemed to sizzle out as he looked over his siblings. They all just stood there, politely waiting to get yelled at…

“Have you been body snatched?”

Leo laughed, “That’s a good one. No, no, we’re us. You can run some tests if you wanna be sure.”

“Hey, Don, why don’t I make your favorite tonight?” Raph smiled, coming forward to put a hand on Donnie’s back, guiding him back into the complex, “You can yell at us while I cook.”

“And you can tell us about how you track the Shell-mobile!” Mikey grinned, bouncing beside him as they headed in.

—

It wasn’t until years and years later, after all was said and done, that any of the three of them broke their unspoken vow.

——

And there we go! Originally I wasn’t gonna have them hit him with a car, but that idea was too fuckin funny to pass up.

-Monster Anon

Can We Utilize Unsafe Driving For The Better? More at 11 !!

them being weirdly nice and polite to Donnie afterwards is so funny to me lmao.

#nnstuff #ask #neglected fic #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt abe #car crash tw #violence tw #asks are sweethearts

[itsclydebitches]

I'm angry about Ted leaving to go back to Kansas but thinking about it, it is in character? Ted is not a person that would ask his ex wife and son to uproot their entire lives to go to London for him he is however, the type of person to put his own wishes and happiness on the back burner to make his loved ones happy. Also, realistically coaches usually don't stay coaches long, so it doesn't make since to ask his family to move to London when he might not have that job forever? So yeah Ted leaving sucks but it does make since if you think about it. Perhaps we will get a special with him coming back to Richmond one day? I can't wait for all the fix it's that are coming tho!

You and me both, anon!!! I fully plan to immerse myself in fic this weekend, as I know the speedy writers will have gotten at least some stuff up by then :D And I never thought about a special... Honestly, I've been praying for a Season Four after that ending (even though it would feel weird after the show "finished") but hell yeah, I'd take a short, canonical special to patch at least some of this up.

Regarding his characterization, I do think Ted has made great strides when it comes to speaking up for his own wants and needs. Just this season I'd point to things like his judicious use of the Diamond Dogs (turning to others for advice before making big decisions, something he notably didn't do with Kansas), his playful "You know how I feel about winning and losing, Trent" (acknowledging his newfound balance between striving for professional goals and people pleasing), and his entire speech to his mom, complete with cursing her out multiple times (recognizing when he hasn't been treated well and acknowledging that with full emotion behind it, rather than trying to bury it all behind a smile). I think that last one is nicely paralleled with what Beard and the others think is happening with Ted and Nate. Meaning, they believe Ted is once again burying his anger and feelings of betrayal, not realizing that he's already worked through his disappointment and come out on the side of forgiveness. The point though is that until Beard realizes that Nate is simply him X number of years ago -- a friend of Ted's who betrayed him and now needs a second chance -- he continually calls Ted out on (supposedly) burying those emotions and the need to acknowledge them.

All of which is to say that one of the (smaller) reasons why the Kansas ending hurts is because it does feel like Ted has gone backwards in terms of his growth... but I do get where you're coming from. 100%. Ted remains an incredibly self-sacrificial person, even after all the work he's done, so I think we could make a case for him being averse to putting Michelle and Henry out like that, or even putting them in the position of making a choice by saying, "I've decided to stay, you decide whether you'll move here or we'll keep this long distance." So yes, it's potentially in character for Ted -- or at least a Season One/Two version of Ted -- but that still leaves the rest of the cast OOC as a result. If Kansas was meant to stem from the flaw we've seen Ted embodying since day one -- AKA putting aside his own happiness to make it easier on someone else -- then EVERYONE should be calling him out on it. He has a support system now that is tailor-made to spot Ted's unique pitfalls and, like they've done in the past, gently and even not-so-gently correct him. If this was Ted's line of thinking, I would expect the writing to have him verbally acknowledge that at some point, leading to one of Rebecca's exclamations of "Bullshit!" Roy going, "That's fucking stupid." Beard muttering an "Oh my god" and looking like he's reading to kill him, a la the Paris assumption. Higgins shaking his head, Trent hesitantly raising a hand with a pointed correction, Keeley coming in with a bucket-load of concern, the team all sharing confused mutterings as they try to work through this ridiculous perspective, Ted's actual therapist getting to talk to him for the first time in an age and providing professional insight.

It might be in character for Ted to self-sacrifice like that, but it's out of character for everyone else to just let him do it. So we're left with this strange, dual reading of a) Ted is Totally Happy about going back to Kansas... he just doesn't look or sound or act like it. Funny that! or b) Ted is Very Unhappy about going back to Kansas and everyone around him (with the exception of Rebecca a bit) just shrugs and accepts that when they've never let Ted wallow in his self-damaging decisions before.

As for the other bit, I don't know anything about coaching, but I do know that Ted Lasso has played too fast and loose with those rules for it to really matter. I don't think we can argue for realism now when we started this whole story with a totally unqualified American football coach getting hired, the kitman is made a coach in like a year, Roy accepts his job by dramatically walking onto the pitch in the middle of a game... Even if coaches don't last very long irl, it's not like the show has ever adhered to such real world rules before, so there's no reason for them to start informing our reading of the story now.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso spoilers #mymetas

[theggning]

I would love to hear about what a shitty parent Dhurke is

Heheheh. I was intending to write a bigger thing on this... But heck, why not do a quicker little summary?

(Unmarked SoJ spoilers below cut.)

Now, some of this comes down to the writing in SoJ being kind of stupid. Particularly as it pertains to Apollo's hilarious shoehorned-in Khura'inese retcon backstory. People joke constantly about how silly it is, and it's really incongruent and dumb the more you think about it, but it's here, and in order to make it fit they had to write in some characters making really contrived, stupid choices. By whom I mostly mean Dhurke.

And the thing with Dhurke is, he means well. He's charming and a nice guy. He honestly never intends to hurt any of his kids, and when he's with them he appears to be a pleasant, loving father. He's deeply occupied with the whole "fugitive on the run from the government" and "rebel leader" thing, sure, but there's no indication he was neglectful or anything but the best dad he could be for Nahyuta under the circumstances. He even takes in the orphaned infant Apollo and raises him like his own son when he otherwise may have been lost in the chaos of the Khura'inese system after Ga'ran's takeover.

And then he performs a series of fucking stupid choices that land him up in the high ranks of the Ace Attorney Shit Parent Olympics.

= Nine years after the coup, fearing for Apollo's safety in the Defiant Dragons rebellion, Dhurke returns Apollo to America.

(checks notes)

I'm sorry, I'll be more specific, Dhurke "permanently abandons a 9-year-old alone in a foreign country."

Fucking what??

Like, the game skims over this really hard. Dhurke claims he did this because as an American, Khura'in's political troubles were none of Apollo's concern, and he thought he'd be safer returning to his home country. But remember, Apollo had absolutely no memories of living in America. He was raised in Khura'inese culture since he was an infant. He knows absolutely nothing about living in America and has no contacts, family, or connections there because he is a CHILD. Did he even speak English? Did he have any paperwork identifying him as a U.S. citizen? Did Dhurke even accompany Apollo to America? Because as a political fugitive, it's extremely unlikely he'd be able to leave the country, and certainly couldn't check in with any embassies stateside to try and explain the situation.

So one day out of the blue, Dhurke just packs Apollo's bags, sticks him on a plane with a one-way ticket to America, and goes "there, now he's safe." Meanwhile, Apollo is 9 years old, suddenly ripped away from his foster father and brother and shipped overseas, alone, to a place he's essentially never been with a culture he doesn't know, and absolutely nobody there to take care of him. We know he ended up at the Japanifornia Orphanage somehow, and that is quite honestly the best possible outcome for an unidentified, itinerant 9-year-old child getting blindly abandoned in the U.S.

Dhurke also says he intended to come back and get Apollo someday. He doesn't. But even if he tried... fucking how? He had absolutely no way of knowing where Apollo ended up or even if he was still alive. Even if Fugitive Dhurke had a way to get on a plane, where the hell would he even begin looking for him? And how did he intend to take him back to Khura'in like nothing ever happened? You can't just leave the country with a child you have no paperwork to show your relation to, Dhurke.

So, yeah, Dhurke never comes back for him and Apollo, correctly, decides he's been abandoned forever.

Apollo is rightfully pissed off and resentful at Dhurke for doing this to him, which I think is really interesting. Good for him! Until the plot demands he swallow his rage and realize that Dhurke Tried, I Guess, and then he's robbed of any explanation or closure and Apollo gets to bring all this up to his therapist eventually.

This is honestly the worst Shit Parenting Move Dhurke makes by a long shot. And the game tries to claim it was for a good reason, but the sheer scale and irresponsibility of abandoning your kid in a foreign country is honestly hard to top on the YIKESometer.

= Dhurke's big "thing" in this game is promising his sons he will always protect them. Thus, he yeets Apollo to America to protect him from the danger of the rebellion... but apparently doesn't see fit to do the same for Nahyuta?

The game sort of implies this is because Nahyuta is from Khura'in and Apollo isn't. Dhurke sort of indicates that the rebellion shouldn't involve Apollo because he's American-- but it's okay for his Khura'inese son, Nahyuta, to stick around and live in an active warzone. Like it's somehow his "duty" to fight with the Defiant Dragons? Even though he's also a child? And he's the goddamn prince of the toppled regime? So he's probably a huge target? And as son of the murdered queen he could be a massively important voice on either side of the conflict, so it's very likely Ga'ran will be seeking to use him for her own ends?

I'm not saying shipping both Nahyuta and Apollo to America was a good idea either but, you know, Nahyuta is a prince. He could have been taken into America seeking asylum, meaning he and Apollo would have been treated as royal refugees and not random lost children. And they would have at least been together.

But no, Dhurke ditches his adopted son in another country to "protect him," but not the one with the political target on his head. Surprise surprise, Nahyuta ends up in Ga'ran's clutches, psychologically poisoned against Dhurke and the rebel cause and forced to become her puppet and an instrument of her murderous wrath.

Scoreboard: Making decisions that cause horrific trauma for your children - 2 Dhurke Sahdmadhi - 0

= So, you're Dhurke. 13 years after the coup everybody blames on you, you find out that your beloved murdered wife Amara didn't really die! She's been hiding in the palace all this time, a prisoner of her despotic sister. You bust her out. You go on the run together. It's all very dashing and romantic. You're a wanted rebel freedom fighter, she's an escaped political prisoner, the government is desperately searching for you and there's no telling what will happen if you're caught.

This is an incredibly bad time to knock up your wife.

Look, I'm sorry, Dhurke and Amara have a very dramatic romance, and it's not like we know how Khura’inese birth control works. Accidents can happen even if you're careful. But come the fuck on, Dhurke, you and Amara are on the run and in constant mortal danger. I don't care how secure your lodgings were or how safe you thought it was. You keep it in your goddamn pants, or at least wrap it before you tap it. It is absolutely fucking stupid to get her pregnant and bring ANOTHER child into this situation. Because the ABSOLUTE LAST THING you need in your underground secret rebellion is a loud, vulnerable, squalling royal baby to become a massive liability.

And surprise! Immediately after Rayfa is born, she and Amara are captured by the government. Dhurke and Nahyuta (something something duty bound, this isn't too dangerous for him to be here, etc, etc) are forced to flee, and Rayfa instantly becomes a political pawn. Ga'ran uses her to force Amara to her bidding, and using her to blackmail Nahyuta is what drags him under the government's thumb in the first place. Rayfa unwittingly spends her entire life as a tool used to manipulate her mother and brother, and she is in constant, serious danger because of who her real father is (a dumbass who can't keep it in his pants.)

Unlike Misty, the game does give mild lip service to questioning Dhurke's shitty parenting choices and the effects they've had on his kids (mostly via Apollo's anger at him... which, like I said, is quickly dismissed.) But like Misty, the game mostly lionizes him as a heroic figure, a good man who meant well and did his best under the circumstances. There's a lot of focus on Dhurke's promise to always protect his children, and he's portrayed as never really faltering in this promise. And I think he really means it, and really intends to. But regardless of his good intentions, Dhurke spends the latter half of his life repeatedly fucking his kids up, whether straight up abandoning them or leaving (or conceiving) them vulnerable to the violent rebellion that drives his every move.

So you see, it's really hard to rank Dhurke in the AA Shit Parent Olympics. When he had the chance to be one, he wasn't a bad dad. He's not malicious or cruel at all. He's not abusive like Blaise Debeste, he's not doing some dumb grand revenge plot like Manfred von Karma. His circumstances are extreme and dramatic and largely out of his control, and he genuinely seemed to be trying his best in spite of that. But the sheer scope and stakes of Dhurke's awful parenting choices really throw him into a high tier all the same.

So the moral of the story, kids, is

please don't abandon your children alone in a foreign country for any reason, and

if you're sexually active, always use protection, and especially if you're a wanted fugitive being hunted by a cruel despotic regime.

#ace attorney #ace attorney meta #gg answers #spirit of justice spoilers #dhurke sahdmadhi #nahyuta sahdmadhi #aa6 #apollo justice #rayfa padma khura'in #dhurke is a complicated guy to be sure #just again i think the game goes way too easy on him #apollo has every right to be fuckin pissed at him #man too bad we're never gonna see him wrestle with the complexity of his feelings towards his foster father #because they stuck him on a bus #oh look this turned out really long anyway

[chaoslynx]

Hi! If you’re accepting requests could you write something about ash comforting eiji? I’m a huge sucker for that and you’re a great author :) congrats on publishing your book btw!

This doesn't match the prompt super well? Maybe check out this recent fic of mine if you haven't yet, since that works a bit better for this request. But here's another one!

Sometimes Ash wishes he'd lived a ... different life.

A more normal life. A happier life, maybe. The kind of life where he learned to smile before he learned to cry, or where he learned to sleep before learning to dream of nightmares he'd already faced during the day.

He's wished that way for a long time—with no point to it, of course—but he's really wishing on that same star right now.

Because maybe if he had lived the type of life where someone else had comforted him, he would know what to do right now. He'd know how to comfort Eiji.

He loves Eiji ... he loves Eiji.

And Eiji loves him, for some reason, and he doesn't fucking know what to do about it. How do you love someone who loves you, instead of loving your body?

Anyway.

Eiji's crying, and Ash hasn't even asked why. He is absolute shit at this. He wants to be the type of person Eiji deserves, and he's sure as fuck going to keep working at it until he is that person.

The person Eiji seems to already think he is.

"W-what's wrong?" Ash asks, trying to sound gentle. He's not used to this whole—everything.

If love isn't supposed to hurt, then why is Ash still so afraid of it?

"Just thinking about the past, I guess," Eiji says, sniffling.

Ash hums. "A dangerous pastime," he tries to joke. It falls more than a little flat, and Ash winces. "What brought these thoughts on?" he tries again.

"It's stupid," Eiji mumbles, shaking his head. "It's stupid."

"Can't be that stupid, if you're crying over it." God, Ash is so shitty at this. He's just invalidating Eiji now, isn't he? Contradicting him. Is that validating or invalidating? Fucking hell. What would Ash's therapist do? What would Eiji do?

... They'd both start by being a better person, but Ash has got to make do with what he's got.

Eiji whines a little. "You got a letter in the mail," he starts, "and—it—it's stupid, but—the outside of the envelope said Dear Ash, and it was just some stupid spam or something, but I c-couldn't stop thinking about—"

"... About me?" Ash says, eyes widening. Eiji is crying over him?

Ash isn't worth crying over ...

But of course it was his fault, and—

No! Fucking—no.

We're not playing this game right now, Ash tells himself. You can go tell yourself what a shitty person you are when Eiji's tears aren't on the line. For now ... for now, all that matters is Eiji.

"I'm sorry," Ash starts.

"Why?" Eiji says, frowning. Still crying.

"You've been crying over me."

Eiji shakes his head, hiccupping a little. "It's not your fault, Ash."

It is, though. Not in a self deprecating way, but like—Eiji is literally crying over him. Ash made Eiji cry.

Fuck, why is this so hard? Is Ash so selfish that he's prioritizing his own self-hatred over Eiji's emotional state? God fucking damn it!

"I just—I still worry about losing you," Eiji mumbles.

Ash blinks. "You ... what?"

"I'm afraid to lose you," Eiji whispers. "I'm so afraid of waking up one day and realizing that this story doesn't end with us together."

And Ash is suddenly fighting back tears of his own. Fuck. Fuck.

"I ..." Ash starts, trailing off. How the fuck do you respond to that?

"I'm so afraid you'll die before me," Eiji whispers, a tinge of horror in his voice. "Is that stupid? We're not in any danger any more, but I'm still so worried you'll die first."

Ash's breath in his lungs is the same temperature as the snowflake filled air outside the New York Public Library on December 20th of last year.

Ash is terrified of Eiji dying before him.

Ash has survived a lot, but that would be the end of him. Maybe the next day would arrive, somehow, without Eiji, but Ash?

Ash wouldn't make it.

... He can't tell Eiji that.

He swallows down a few different thoughts that arise. Tries for a smile.

"I think the solution here is that we both need to live forever," he breathes, just the softest hint of laughter in his voice.

There are other solutions, of course—like Eiji just giving up on Ash—but this is the only one that won't make Eiji cry harder right now.

Eiji's still crying, but he smiles, just a little. Just softly.

It's more than Ash ever thought he would be able to accomplish without touching someone.

"Oh, is that the way we'll have to do it?" Eiji whispers, leaning in toward Ash. That smile. Ash would kill for that smile. Ash would die for that smile.

Ash could, maybe—maybe live for that smile.

"I think so," Ash says. "So let's get looking for the secret to eternal life, yeah? And we'll share it."

"I feel like we've had enough of a time with experimental drugs to last a lifetime. To last an eternal lifetime," Eiji teases.

He's starting to feel better, Ash realizes. He doesn't joke like this when he's really sad.

And then, softly, Ash notices: Eiji never used to admit when he was sad at all. He used to keep everything inside, like he was afraid to admit to even the slightest weakness, or—the slightest burden on anyone else.

And Ash knows that Eiji has always struggled with feeling like a drain on others, but it's never really occurred to him before how similarly Ash feels, and ... how far both of them have come.

They both let each other see when they cry, now. They both used to hide away to cry.

Ash ducks his head, smiling, then leans in toward Eiji. He gently bumps their noses together. "I don't think the secret to eternal life is in a drug," he whispers. Tries to make it sound like a joke.

"Yeah?" Eiji says, smiling. "What do you propose, then?"

... Kindness, Ash thinks, staring into Eiji's eyes. When people are as kind as you are, Eiji, they're never forgotten. You change every life you touch, and you'll live on in the lives of others forever. Forever.

Ash can only hope to have half of that effect.

He squishes his nose against Eiji's more. "I'm not sure," he whispers. "But I think the secret to—everything, honestly—I think it has something to do with you. And how I feel about you."

I've loved you since I first saw you fly, Eiji. And if you can learn to look back at me with these eyes I see now—if you can look at me like that, then maybe there's redemption in this world, and maybe we can all live forever. Just a little.

"I think it has something to do with how I feel about you, too," Eiji says.

He's not crying anymore.

Send me a prompt!

#banana fish #asheiji #ash lynx #eiji okumura #prompt fill #answers #anon #also thanks for the congrats! #also sorry this got a bit long for a drabble #but i've been spamming ao3 lol oops #and this also just doesn't work super well as a oneshot #so here ya go

[chaos-event-horizon]

BRING BACK TINY TOSHI! WANNA SEE MORE SKINNY VILLAIN!

Flashback(?)

Somewhere, in an alternate timeline...

~~~~~

The tall man grumbled softly to himself after putting his phone down, sighing. "Goddamn Nighteye and his stupid goddamn..."

"Is... Is everything okay Boss?"

He paused, looking down at the younger man who'd come up beside him with a basket of clean laundry. He'd had this pet for a few months now, and was so used to Rian's presence that he almost didn't notice the kid approach.

He shrugged, some of the grumbliness dissipating. "One of my subordinates is coming over to discuss something he can't say over the phone," he said. Catching the slightly panicked look in the brunette's hazel eyes, he continued. "He's trustworthy. One of four people that knows about me being in this form. You'll be perfectly safe."

That seemed to reassure the young man, who nodded. "Y-yes sir. Thank you sir."

Toshinori put a gentle, bony hand on the smaller man's head, petting him softly. "You can relax, Kitten. You have nothing to fear when I'm around. Go ahead and put that away, he'll be here soon... And it might be good for you to meet him."

"Me...?"

The vigilante nodded, stretching. "He's got... Well, for lack of a better term, a fortune telling quirk. He can see your most probable future up to a point. He's coming to talk about a business issue, but... He'll probably want to check your future."

Rian looked thoughtful, then nodded. "O-okay... You'll be there, right?"

"Naturally."

"Okay... Then I'll... Finish the laundry," the younger man said, trotting down the hall.

Toshinori chuckled, eyes following his pet, before wandering out to the main room of the bunker. He had to move often to keep hidden, but lately had been making sure he stuck to the larger hideouts to ensure Rian had plenty of space. Kid was too afraid to go outside, but also desperately needed exercise.

These things just take time... He thought, popping his neck. That place royally fucked him up... Now I gotta un-fuck him.

He hesitated a second, blinking, then chuckled. Or maybe fuck him better, someday. Kid's cute as hell... He's half my age, so I gotta be--

A knock at the door interrupted that less than savory thought. It was in Nighteye's personal coded pattern, but even without that, Toshinori would have known who it was by the cold and sharp insistence of the sound.

He sighed, letting the younger man in. "It had better be important, Mirai. You know I'm trying to avoid all of you rowdy bastards showing up at my place for now."

"It is. We have new information in the supposed 'radio tower' being built on the eastern end of town."

"Let me guess..."

"You would be correct in thinking that it's a front for the police. They're using it to spy on several hero groups-- including Endeavor's outfit. Some of their equipment already appears functional, I did not want to risk them overhearing our phone conversation."

Toshinori thought a moment, nodding. "Makes sense... He's a bastard, but a relatively honest one. They probably need to find a way to pin him down and get him back under their heels."

"indeed. Since the death of his wife and one of his sons a few years ago, he has been relatively subdued... But chatter around the underground says he's starting to get back to normal. The therapist you had us plant seems to have done her job."

"Good. Can't have the one decent hero we know of falling apart quite yet."

"Far be it for me to question you, All Might, but..."

"It would be easier if we just let him fade away?" The blonde finished for him, snorting. "Maybe... But that's not how I want to see the bastard go out. Have some of our guys smash their equipment and make the location of the tower a mess. Todoroki deserves more time to grieve in peace."

"Understood..."

By the way the other vigilante trailed off and glanced over Toshinori's shoulder, he knew Rian must have peeked around the corner of the hall. "Come on out here, Kitten. It's safe."

If the green haired man was shocked or perturbed by his boss calling someone 'kitten', he didn't show it. Instead, he actually knelt down as Rian approached, like one might would for a small child or scared animal.

"Hello," he said, "You're the stray that All Might has taken in?"

Toshinori had the sudden and violent urge to smack his friend, but merely glared as Rian nodded and gave one of his soft smiles. "Y-yessir."

"You're very lucky," Nighteye blandly quipped. "The great All Might doesn't usually keep strays around. He barely even talks to me outside work, and I'm one of his closest allies. What kind of dirt do you have on him?"

The blonde was about to step in, but Rian... Laughed.

"I think he just likes my cooking. He says my meatloaf is really good, and I've also learned to make a mean stir fry. I also don't mind doing chores he hates."

Nighteye's mouth gave that telltale twitch. He wasn't one to smile himself, but he loved to make people laugh. Instead he nodded along. "All Might does tend to like useful things... And I'm sure your company also plays no small part in It. He doesn't say it, but he's quite lonely."

Rian giggled. "I just want to help the hero who rescued me in any way I can."

The grumpy vigilante nearly barked out a reminder that he was not a hero, but the words died in his throat as Nighteye smiled.

Holy shit.

"I like to help him too, which I often do using my quirk. Do you know what I can do?"

The brunette glanced up at Toshinori, then back to the other man and nodded. "Boss says you can see the future sometimes."

"I can. And I would like to check yours. May I?" He asked, and when Rian nodded Nighteye continued. "Hold out your hand to me and look me in the eye."

The younger man did as he was bid, and for a very long moment, Nighteye's eyes turned from yellow to purple as he scanned into Rian's future. After a moment, Nighteye blinked and smiled again. "Thank you... That was quite the sight. You'll end up being very useful to All Might, and have nothing to worry about. One day, you'll even be healed enough to re-enter the world."

Rian looked relieved, but hesitant. "But... Not yet... Right?"

The green haired man nodded. "Not yet. You have plenty of time, Mister Rian."

Mister Rian?!

The young man smiled, letting out a sigh of relief while Nighteye stood up. "That's good."

Toshinori itched for an explanation, but was gentle as he pet Rian's head. "Thanks kid. You're free to go make dinner now."

The brunette nodded, then politely bowed to Nighteye and hurried into the kitchen.

The second he was down the hall and out of earshot, however, Nighteye turned to his boss while looking incredibly strained and nearly growled out the most unexpected words that Toshinori had ever heard: "Always wear protection, All Might."

"............. Excuse you?"

"Sh-- He won't be able to handle the mental and emotional toll if he gets pregnant so you have to wear protection. Also, watch for violent tendencies-- towards other people, not you-- because he's better with a knife than he looks and you'll have to be ready to talk him down. Don't let Midnight talk to him too much, if at all. Don't force too much affection on him at once because he will inevitably reject it due to an almost impressive level of crippling self-doubt. Don't worry about how he will treat the green-haired boy, they will get along fine. And-- you know how much I respect you so believe me when I say this-- do not under any circumstances dig any further into his past and identity than you already have. He does not want or need to know what happened to his family. Protect him, All Might. He's going to be incredibly important to you."

The bigger man growled back, fighting off embarrassment. "Yeah, I got that from the fact that you just told me to invest in condoms! What the fuck did you just see?!"

"A thousand ways a broken person can break even more. And if he breaks, you will not cope well so do me one favor and please handle him gently so we don't all die by your hand. Something is very wrong with his timeline, just like with ours, but he's died more ways than I could even fathom. Those visions you told me about were the real deal, All Might."

The blonde stared. "... I'll do my best?"

Nighteye simply nodded, looking more and more spooked as he glanced down the hall. "You know my quirk is not supposed to work this way, All Might. I should not be able to see more than one future, and I did not start to until you met him. He's close to the epicenter if whatever is happening."

"But not the epicenter?"

The other man simply shook his head. "Not a single time did his quirk activate during the various number of endings I saw. He isn't the one doing it."

Toshinori sighed rubbing his face. "Alright... You go home. I'll take your advice, as always."

Nighteye nodded gravely, bowing just as politely as Rian had, then left.

The blonde adjusted his collar, choosing not to think about the fact that he was apparently destined to have sex with the twenty two year old he'd taken under his wing. His alternate selves had been cautious, dealing with the conundrum of their shared memories alone and eventually failing to reach a 'happy ending' in whatever game was being played.

He was not so stupid.

He'd almost immediately informed his old sidekick about the issue and brought him into the fold, working together to figure out the mystery.

So... This kid and I are eventually going to be life partners. Makes sense why I already want that ass... Maybe I'll bring in some flowers for him. He mentioned liking sunflowers a few weeks ago...

He smirked, heading towards the kitchen with a little more pep in his step, already committing to the younger man before even having time to think about it.

This time would be much different.

#smitespace #need a new tag for this continuity

[firecaptainphoenix]

Dear mom,

Tw: emotional distress Bradley Romero-Sawyer saw his husband sitting at their breakfast bar on one of the bar stools. Walking up behind him he was careful about wrapping his arms around his waist, Phoenix was a bit too jumpy at times and a bop to the stomach would not end well with the current occupant. Kissing his cheek, he glanced down at the counter seeing a piece of paper with the words 'Dear Mom' written on the top.

"You know it helps if you hold a pencil, it won't write itself," he teased.

Phoenix let out a huff of a sigh, "This is such a stupid assignment, it's not like she'll ever see it."

"It's not about her, it's about you. Your therapist said this would be good for you. Get all your feelings about her out in the open."

Phoenix turned pulling Bradley into his arms, he leaned his forehead against his shoulder. "What if I don't want them out?"

"Then tell your therapist you weren't able to do it. But both me and her think it'll help. It's been a month since she assigned it to you, you really sure there's nothing you want to say?"

Phoenix sighed, going quiet as he just kept leaning against Bradley. Therapy was harder than even firefighter training had been, he didn't want to sit and talk about his feelings. It was easier to stay quiet and just wait out when things got to be too much. As if sensing his distress he felt movement from Bradley's stomach against his own body. Glancing down he smiled fondly at the small bump that had been growing over the last few months.

"Remember who you're working on things for, I love you. But when you go quiet like this it's hard to tell what's going on. Little J isn't going to know why you get like that."

Sighing Phoenix nodded as he pulled back enough to look at his husband. They'd taken to calling the baby J unsure of what name they'd settle on eventually. But Bradley had said he liked J names so Little J was a nice place holder. He looked at Bradley seeing nothing but love and sympathy, it was still hard to believe anyone could look at him like that.

"I know...I'll try," he said softly.

Leaning forward Bradley kissed him deeply, "That's all I'm asking for, that's all we're both asking for." With that Bradley headed off to a different room leaving Phoenix once again alone to work on his letter. Sighing he picked up the pencil and just started writing.

Dear Mom Ma,

I'm suppose to write a letter to you. About how my childhood felt or what my relationship with you is. Least that's what the doctor Bradley found told me to do. I don't know what to say to you, you were a mother with way too many kids. Honestly you barely mothered, you were more like a general in charge of her army. You kept us fed, trained, and ready for anything. Maybe that's how you showed us love. Maybe to you that's love. I don't know.

I'm scared to be a father. When Bradley told me he was pregnant, I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I didn't feel excitement. I felt dread and anxiety. I was so scared that he'd look at me and say you aren't enough for us. The worst part is I can't even talk to you about this, all you said was 'You better not be a deadbeat. I didn't raise any of you to be deadbeats.' Thanks for that. Honestly I'm still scared, I didn't have a father, and I guess I didn't really have a mother either. So how the hell am I suppose to raise a kid better than you?

Maybe I won't, maybe I'll fuck it all up and one day they'll be sitting far away from home writing a letter to me that they won't send about how much I didn't cut it. I want to think that I'll do better, that I can be better but I don't know. Bradley keeps saying how important talking is to babies, that's never been my strong suit. It wasn't yours either.

Guess that's it then, I'll either fuck this up the way only a Romero can or turn it all around. Maybe this kid will be better than me, hard to imagine them being worse. Least they'll be half Bradley, he's good. Deserves better than me, but he believes in me. Says he believes in me enough for both of us. He's the reason our kid is even gonna be a Romero. Told him I was fine being the Sawyers but he insisted, said half of the kid is mine and he never wanted anyone to doubt that.

You're never gonna read this. I'll see you when we visit little while after the baby is born. I miss you. I love you.

-Phoenix Romero-Sawyer

#phoenix lore #meme day asks #emotional distress tw #//aka mommy issues

[doodlevich]

♥*♡∞:｡.｡WIP Wednesday｡.｡:∞♡*♥

Thanks for the tag @imikhailotakeyouian <3

I'm writing a couple of things right now but my fav is a currently untitled WIP that is written in the style of Ian and Mickey's journal entries and focuses on their journey through couples counselling. Their entries alternate, and it's currently about 6k words long and it might go to 7or 8 depending on how I decide to wrap it up!

This is a cute, funny, quirky lil fic so far <3

04/09/2022

(Mickey)

I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this shit. 

I have homework. What the hell? Haven’t had homework since before I dropped out of highschool, and I didn’t do it back then either. 

Ian really wants me to do this. 

Fuck. 

Asshole’s got me by the balls, as usual. 

Not sure when Ian turned into one of those sad sacks who thinks a shrink is worth his time, but our stupid neighbors told him about this ‘couple’s therapist’ (fancy talk for professional BULLSHITTER). Somehow he’s got me going along with it and now I’ve got FUCKIN HOMEWORK!!!

She told us her name was Dr. Young, but that we could just call her Rose. I asked her how come she’d spend so many years in school to get those dumb letters tacked on to the end of her name, if she was just gonna let dicks like us just call her by her first name.

So bitch looked a little like a grandma, like a nice one that didn’t probably didn’t flick ash from her smokes on her grandkids. She was way too calm, and Ian said it was “soothing” but I thought it was freaky.

Anyway, Rose asked us about a million questions, and I thought about making a run for a couple of times. Turns out we were only in there for 45 minutes, but it felt like being back in fucking prison. 

Not only does she want us to start writing all this shit down, she wants us to spend the next two weeks making lists about what Ian and I are greatful grateful for. Like… about one another. Which is WEIRD. Like I already married the guy for fuck’s sake!! 

Isn’t that enough to prove that I wanna be with him? We’re supposed to share the list next time. Ian will be all pouty if I don’t do it.

Whatever. 

I’ll do it.

04/09/22

(Ian)

The couple’s therapist was a lot less intimidating than I thought she’d be. 

I really didn’t think Mick would actually agree to come with me, but he sat through the whole session and everything. 

Kinda impressive. 

It’s not that we need couples counseling or anything. In fact, I think we’re less likely to strangle each other now than we’ve ever been. We’re good. Solid.

But I think we’ve still got our own individual shit to work out. ‘Gallaghers don’t do therapy’- yeah, look at where that got us. 

I guess we’re trying something new. 

The homework we got after the first session is to keep a journal (not my first time doing that, but this one will be less rambly), and make lists about why we’re grateful for one another. Mick’s eyeballs almost popped out of his fucking head when he heard that we had homework.

I don’t know if he’ll do it. I think he might. If he does, I’m gonna be very interested to hear what he writes. I have lots of shit to be grateful for when it comes to Mickey- I’ve just never thought about it in list form. 

Here goes nothing. 

(This fic pretty much needs a a few more entries and then it'll be ready! I'm having a blast writing it, very excited to share it! <3 If you like what you read and want to see where it goes, stay tuneddddd...)

I'm not sure who's already done this, so I tag all you creative babies out there to show me what you got! ♥♡♥(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*)♥♡♥

#wip tag game #gallavich #gallavich fic #gallavich fanfiction #shameless fic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #not my art