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#i moved back in with them after an abusive ex threw me out
somethingswift19 · 2 months
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Who? JJ Maybank x Tattooed (f) Reader
| Warnings: mentions of abuse, swearing, over protective JJ (mildly), alternative reader
| Summary: JJ noticed your medusa tattoo for the first time. All characters are in their 20s in this
| (a/n): I don't know how I feel about this ending. But I hope y'all enjoy!
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You weren't like the others on Kildare Island. Technically you were a kook like Kie, but also like Kie you were a pouge through and through. Your dad was ex military and now worked for the local prison while your mom owned the only tattoo shop in the county. Due to this, your family tended to stand out which also meant you lacked in the friends department. That was until you met Kiara.
You and Kie had been inseparable since you met at the kook academy your freshman year. Neither of you wanted to be there but were forced by your mothers to attend. For her 16th birthday present, the two of you even got matching dolphin tattoos. Then when Sarah came along it became the three of you.
This led you to now. You were a 23 year old bartender at The Wreck, Kie's family restaurant, and the two of you had just gotten off shift. Running to the back you threw on your black "I <3 Hot Dads" hoodie, jean shorts, and red high top vans before throwing your messy, curly hair up into a bun. "Hey (y/n), are you ready?" your best friend yelled from the doorway.
"Yeah I'm coming!" grabbing your backpack, you followed her out. You had plans to meet the boys at the beach for a bonfire tonight after work. You had only met them a few times, and all of said times a certain blonde had caught your attention. Getting in the car you got settled but Kie didn't stop staring. "Can I help you?" you laughed.
"Oh no. Just wondering if you were gonna spend the whole night drooling over JJ again and not make a move like last time," she shrugged. Rolling your eyes you told her to just go.
Grabbing the beer out of the back, the two of you made your way towards the beach. "Hey girlies!" the familiar voice of Sarah Cameron rang out. "We were beginning to wonder when the two of you were showing up!"
"Blame the one who had to get ready before we came here," Kiara side eyed you before all three of you began to laugh.
"Listen! Is it a crime to want to look half way decent for my two besties other friends? I mean gotta make a good impression right?" you continued laughing.
"Yeah right. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that JJ is here tonight," Sarah teased you causing you to lightly hit her in the arm as the three of you headed down to the sand. After reaching the firepit you got settled onto the soft sand sitting crisscross applesauce. "Where's Pope?"
"He had homework for his fancy college program," the blonde boy you had been looking forward to seeing all night responded as he sat down next to you and handed you a beer. Nodding your head you took a swig out of the bottle you had been handed. The other three in the group were busy talking about something Sarah's brother did when JJ leaned over and broke the silence between the two of you. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't look like anyone I've ever seen around here." You gave him a funny look before he quickly added, "Like it's a good thing! It's cute! Just very different!"
A blush formed on your freckled cheeks, "Thank you...I Think." He was right though. You had long curly black hair with tiny bits of green throughout, both sides of your nose pierced along with your septum, and both ears pierced all the way up. Not to mention the tattoos. Yet you still had a sweetness or "innocence" to you.
"You're welcome!" he smiled proudly to himself for causing the pink tinge. "Now tell me about your tattoos!"
"Well what do you wanna know?" You inquired. The two of you being so wrapped up in your own conversation to realize the other three had left you two alone.
"Well for starters, how many do you have?" genuine curiosity was shown on his face. You fascinated him. "I mean I can see you have your traditional patchwork leg done here, but do you have any more?"
"Well," you began. "I have my leg sleeve (of course), then I also have a full arm sleeve, and one down my side. And then a secret one that matches Sarah and Kie's." you smirked before beginning to giggle when he looked astonished.
"We are gonna circle back to the mystery tattoos later!" the blonde boy exclaimed. "But can I see your sleeve?" You nodded with a hint of reluctance only because of one tattoo. You took off your hoodie so you were only in your tank top. JJ began examining all of the colorful pieces you had but quickly stopped when he saw the medusa adorning your upper arm. His face went from curious and playful to stern. "Who?"
"It's really not important," fixated on the fire you really were hoping to not have this conversation yet. You were always cold but the hoodies also helped keep that hidden.
"You can talk to me," his blue eyes softened. He didn't want to push you but wanted to at least offer. "My dad...he used to beat the shit out of me. I used to blame myself. Would convince myself that I deserved it somehow. My fiends helped snap me out of that."
The two of you sat there in silence for several minutes before you brought yourself to open up, "It was my ex. He had a hard time taking no for an answer." JJ didn't say anything but just let you confide in him. "But before that, I went through something similar to you. My dad was an angry guy. I remember showing up to school with black eyes and having to have my friends cover for me. Then when I was 16, things got particularly bad. He slapped me so hard I fell down and he stormed out. Said 'He should have left me and my bitch of a mom a long time ago'...he came back the next morning in tears and never laid a hand on me since. So then when my ex did what he did, it just brought out suppressed memories."
JJ immediately brought you into a hug while wiping a tear off your cheek, "I am so sorry." You looked up into his beautiful baby blue eyes when the two of you leaned in. He kissed you so gently and tasted so sweet you thought you were in heaven. That was until he whispered onto your lips "So what are these secret tattoos the three of you girls share?" Laughing you buried your face into his chest.
"It's so embarrassing," you blushed as he started to chuckle right when the other three showed back up from what looked like swimming. "Oh! Just in time! (y/n) here was just about to enlighten me on these secret tattoos of yours!"
"Don't do it!" and "She was not!" were said in unison by other two.
"Come on guys we should tell them," you smiled and you all three agreed. "Ok, so just know the three of this did this to celebrate graduating high school. We were young and dumb."
"Oh this is gonna be good," John B mumbled.
"We all have a different fruit," Sarah continued.
"On each of our asses," Kiara finished. The two boys burst out laughing.
"Are you being for real?" John B asked. "I mean I knew about yours Sarah, but all three of you?" he couldn't hold back the laughter anymore.
JJ leaned over and whispered just to you, "I can't wait to see what yours is." Causing you to once again turn bright red. You knew you were in trouble with this boy when he just smirked down and kissed you again saying, "You're too damn cute when you blush like that."
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tired-teacher-blog · 9 months
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Is it too late for us?
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Characters : Aizawa/ Fem reader
Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ Sexual intercourse/ Angst/ Ex boyfriend!Aizawa/ One Shot
Summary : You've never expected to run into your ex after an ugly breakup and months of being apart, but there you were, back in his bed and reliving every painful emotion you struggled to bury within you.
Notes : Banner and divider by @/saradika
Masterlist|Second Masterlist
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You couldn't wrap your head around it at first, not even when you locked eyes with him for the first time in months, not even when he followed you to the restroom where you fled in hopes of collecting yourself.
You couldn't fathom the unusual aggressiveness he showed you while dragging you behind him through the restaurant's back door, ignoring all the questioning looks you two received from the clueless workers you passed on your way out.
You were in a haze, your mind a blur, not yet comprehending that you two had just ditched your dates and drove off to his apartment.
Only when your back hit the mattress, did you finally understand that you were in the presence of a beast who took over this man's whole being.
_ "Slow down a bit, please." your whiney protests were muffled by his hungry kisses, he was like a mad man, possessed and blind to everything that wasn't you.
Your new dress— picked out specifically to impress your date, was torn apart in the blink of an eye.
_ "You did all of this to sway that loser? Come on, you can do much better than him." he rasped bitterly, discarding the shredded garment to the floor and biting hard on the soft skin of your breasts.
_ "Don't patronize me you jerk! What I do is none of your business anymore." tears threatened to spill from your eyes, his words hurt you more than you expected them to do.
How dare he lecture you after heartlessly ending your relationship and walking away like it was nothing?
_ "Right, none of my business.." he repeated monotonically, emerging from his position to stare daggers into your soul.
His lips twitched, as if he wasn't done speaking, but you didn't want to hear it, nothing he had to say would make up for the countless nights you cried yourself to sleep wondering what went wrong.
You pulled him down forcefully, smashing your lips together in a bruising kiss, all tongues and teeth and desperate grunts, nothing sweet or romantic about it. Perfect..
It was exactly what you needed at that moment, to quench an insufferable thirst without looking back or raising your hopes up.
It meant nothing, it couldn't possibly mean anything..
Your fingers tugged at his dress shirt, fumbling with the damned buttons that refused to cooperate, "fuck, take it off, hurry." you demanded between sloppy kisses and he hummed against you before complying, his lips never leaving yours as he ripped it open.
Your hands roamed his lean chest eagerly, digging your nails into his flesh to leave bloody scratches behind.
His growls turned louder as his lips left your abused ones, "who is he?"
What?..
_ "How did you two meet?"
Seriously?..
_ "I can't let you go back to him."
A joke, it was a joke right? He was the one who left you behind without offering any kind of explanation, he was the one who pushed you into another man's arms, and he was the one who started dating around as soon as he threw you away, so why would he bother asking after all that happened?
You owed him nothing.
_ "Stop talking." you didn't want to deal with his nonsense, not anymore.
His clenched jaw peeked through the dark stubble on his cheeks, he clearly had more things to say, but the look you gave him spoke louder than any words he could utter.
His coarse hands traveled the expanse of your delicate skin, arousing goosebumps in their path and moving further down until they reached the soft fabric of your panties.
Your eyes rolled back in anticipation, and your spine arched off the bed when he roughly tore out the flimsy garment separating you, wasting no time to fondle your slick covered clit before pushing two fingers into your warmth at once.
He was harsh, uncaring, unbothered by the inevitable sting of the first intrusion as he pumped his digits fast and deep within you.
He was never like that, if only he would be gentler..
No, it was perfect that way, you didn't need the perplexity, the reminder of a past which could never return.
You grabbed onto the bedsheets underneath and tilted your head to the side as you refused to meet his piercing gaze any longer, your eyes burnt and the tears you struggled to keep at bay came rolling down your cheeks.
_ "Don't look away." his breath fanned over your neck as he demanded huskily but you chose to ignore him, sinking your teeth into your lower lip and bracing yourself for what was coming as you heard him unzip his pants.
Your legs trembled involuntary when he retrieved his long, slick-coated fingers and positioned himself at your entrance.
Usually he would ask if you were ready for him, if you were feeling well, if you wanted him to carry on or to give you more time, but that was in the past, you were no more than strangers now..
_ "Wait, too deep.." broken whines erupted as he eased himself into your core, stretching you around his thickness and sheathing it within your heat.
_ "I can't let you go back to him," he withdrew his hips slowly before plunging against you once more, "I should've never let you go," his tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe over the protruding vein on the side of your neck, "I will make you forget about him," his lips brushed against your quivering jaw, trailing soft kisses along your skin before sucking a perfect red mark where everyone can see.
You wanted to fire back, to curse at him, to ask him to shut up. What gave him the right to decide for you after everything he's done? Wasn't he out with yet another girl? Oh the hypocrisy..
_ "You.." was all you could articulate, whimpering the rest unintelligibly as his thrusts suddenly quickened.
His bruising clutches squeezed your waist tighter, and his eager mouth abused every inch of you he could reach, "mine, you'll always be mine.."
You clawed at his shoulders as warmth started polling in the pit of your stomach, you weren't going to last much longer and neither was he.
_ "keep going.. Shouta.." your voice betrayed you as it finally spoke his name, and it was like feeding a starved dog as his hips started slamming mercilessly against your own.
_ "Again, say my name again." it was more of a plea than an instruction. He sounded desperate, cradling your tear-streaked cheek and tilting your head to face him, he was on the verge of tears himself and you fought the urge to comfort him.
_ "I'm sorry I ruined everything between us," his soft locks fell around his face to tickle your skin as he spoke, and you no longer had the strength to hold back.
You pulled him down for a kiss— unlike the ones you shared earlier, a kiss that reminded you of the happy moments you once had.
Longing moans invaded his mouth as they left your throat, and shaky hands grabbed onto his raven strands as his throbbing cock grazed your insides heavenly.
His hips moved erratically announcing his approaching release, and your lips molded sloppily with his own as your sopping walls squeezed him hard.
_ "Shouta! I'm.." you threw your head back as your body tensed up beneath him, digging your nails into his back while shockwaves of pleasure shook you to the core.
_ "Fuck.." his eyes were on you as he kept moving, guiding you throughout your orgasm until you relaxed at last, and pulling out of your sensitive cunt before ropes of pearly seeds erupted from his raging tip to coat your tummy and mix with the sheen of sweat adorning your skin.
_ "I love you." and it was the first time you hear him say it.
Never in the course of your perished relationship had he ever spoken those words to you, funny how life works, a few months ago you would have given an arm for him to say them, but now that he did, those same words were stabbing mercilessly at your heart.
_ "No! Don't!" you pushed him weakly as you sobbed, wishing to escape his presence, "you can't do this to me!"
He showed no resistance as he moved out of your way, though his trickling tears were too heavy to conceal, still, you chose to ignore them as you wobblily left his bed, picking up the shreds of your soul as well as your dress's, "this was a mistake Shouta, let's not meet again."
You wondered how to get home in your messed up state, but nothing seemed worse than this, and so, you walked out on him, repressing the urge to look back because you knew all too well that doing so, would weaken your resolve.
There he was, alone again, reaping the unbearable pain of his own mistake.
If only he was honest with himself from the beginning, if only he was brave enough to accept his feelings for you instead of running away, if only he could turn back time, if only he hadn't missed his chance..
Was it too late? Was it really over?
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would i be the asshole for contacting my ex to ask them if they could stop talking about me online to a community that knows who i am? (🥐)
tw: kinda emotionally abusive relationship
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me (24f) and my ex (28) were in a three month relationship three years ago following a whole year of friendship. they were my first partner and i came out as a lesbian to everyone during our relationship. when we were together, they were 24 and i was 20. i was very emotionally dependent on them when i was 20 due to mental health issues and so were they which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship was as explosive as it was. i looked up to them, my whole emotional world revolved around them, and our friendship/relationship was the only thing i had in my life at the time. they constantly asked me "hey is it even ethical that im dating you, im 4 years older, you tell me please, oh i feel like such a bad person", yet, they still continued dating me every time they would ask.
our fights were horrible and truly explosive as they broke their stuff in front of me out of anger, threw things at me and insulted me as stupid, amongst many other things. our fights usually ensued because i would ask them for reassurance and they would start panicking and screaming at me to shut up. to be fair, i would cry every time i was asking for reassurance which probably made them feel scared about losing me, so i consider myself 50% at fault for everything that happened in our relationship, i shouldve been able to talk to them in a secure manner that wouldnt trigger their abandonment issues. our fights were quite jarring and made me walk out on them several times out of fear. yet i always came back and apologized and took the whole accountability, even though i dont consider myself the only one at fault. walking out several times during fights was probably one of the worst things i could have done but at the same time i was simply scared. even when i walked out after our last fight, they begged me to come back, which i did, i apologized under tears, and yet, told them that i cant promise them to stay no matter what.. and left.
we met through tumblr and were in a medium distance relationship. after our relationship, i went to a clinic and had to learn a lot about myself, what i experienced and what i want from life. im in a very happy and healthy place now and since the end of 2021 im with my current partner whom i want to be the love of my life and whom ive started to build a life with.
context
i have my ex blocked on all social media because they used to do hour long deep dives into my blog, even as of recently (i have statcounter installed for my safety bc im paranoid about them sending me anonymous asks). at first i also used to visit their blog after our break up but stopped doing so after moving on with my life. one year after breaking up i temporarily unblocked them and explicitly asked them not to look at my social media (or at least to do it in a way in which i dont notice aka asked them not to watch my instagram stories).
while i dont visit their blog/social media because i dont want to know whats going on in their life, tumblr mutuals frequently dm me stuff like "hey i think you should know that your ex posted about you/shit talks about something that you posted". i havent asked my mutuals to tell me whenever this happens but i imagine they do so because within the tumblr space we exist, everyone kind of knows everyone (so my ex doesnt have to mention my name for people to know who theyre talking about). sometimes mutuals send screenshots of the posts so that i dont have to visit my ex's blog. last ive heard my ex joked about throwing jewelry at me and posted extensively about a tattoo that i got. my ex's behavior makes me uncomfortable and feel just as helpless as i did back then.
why i might be the asshole
im scared that they might be venting because i was more at fault in the relationship than them and that i am unconsciously deflecting. however, i talked about every detail of the relationship and this fear extensively with my therapist, friends, and partner who are of the opinion that i was young, scared, and intertwined in a relationship that was incredibly toxic. im still unsure though because my emotions frequently triggered theirs.
why they might be the asshole
i asked them once to stop visiting my social media and i feel like venting about our relationship that broke off 3 years ago to a tumblr community of friends and acquaintances is kind of unfair. however, i might be the asshole and they might just need the space for venting. i could just ignore the vents and let them heal in their own way from what ensued.
WIBTA if i confronted them again and told them that i want them to stop talking about me online? or would i be a party pooper because every person needs a space for venting?
What are these acronyms?
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brooooswriting · 1 year
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Hiii, so how about one with FEM reader x Jenna.
Jen had a toxic/abusive ex and got into a relationship with R.
One night Jen got a text from her Ex and it looked like she was cheating on R who saw the text and an argument broke out. R raised her arm to move some hair out of her face and Jenna flinched.
So basically hurt/comfort→ fluff 🤌🏻
feel free to ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable or if you just don't wanna write it
I hope you have a great day:)
Truth or lie?
Tw: toxic ex, arguments
Jenna Ortega x reader
You and Jenna have been dating for the last 4 months and things were going good. Sure, it was hard every now and then as she had to work a lot. But she slept over whenever she could and you visited her on set and in the different countries every opportunity you had. So you made it work. It was nice, different than your other relationship, but nicer than all of them. At least for you, you didn’t know anything about Jenna’s relationship. Even after 2 months of dating and 4 months of relationship you were clueless when it came to her ex.
Which lead to the situation you were in now:
“Jenna, your phones ringing” you called out to your girlfriend who was in the shower, not receiving an answer. After two more times you decided to read the message so you could tell her. It was a common thing for the two of you, she was on your phones and you were on hers. So you didn’t see a problem in it right now, until you did.
Jenna baby,Why don’t you leave her tonight and come over again so I can have my way with you - Marius
You reread the message about 5 times before throwing the phone on the bed behind you and standing up to pace around the room. Your hands were pulling at your hair and tears were streaming down your face. You paces until you heard the bathroom door opened, you sat on the edge of the bed taking a deep breath.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jenna asked concerned when she saw your state. “Who’s Marius?” You shot back, your breath uneven and your hands clammy. “What are yo…” you interrupted her before she could even nearly finish the question. “Who is Marius?!” Your voice got louder as you stared her down. “Baby” she started but you interrupted her again. “Don’t call me baby when you’re supposed to be in HIS bed tonight” you stood up, trying to breath deeply as you clenched your fists so hard that your knuckles started to turn white.
You should have known that this was going to happen. You never learned your lesson, being a girls first girlfriend meant that you were an experiment. You were nothing to them. Every damn time.
“Marius is my ex” she started again trying to stay calm. “God damnit, I should’ve known. I was a fucking experiment to you, a game? Nothing more than a plaything while you were fucking your ex” you were pacing again, breathing fast, trying to stop the tears. But yours and Jenna’s face was flooded with tears. “That’s all I was. I hate myself for trusting you and for spending so much time on you” you said as you stopped your pacing. “Now you’re just being mean” she mumbled out causing you to laugh out. “Damnit Jenna, you’re fucking cheating on me” you stepped closer to her while raising your hand to pull at your hair again.
The moment your hand was in the air Jenna dodged and hid herself behind her hands. You immediately lowered your hand and took a step back. In that exact moment all those feelings disappeared, the anger, the sadness, the madness and they were replaced by guilt and care. You took a moment to really look at the girl in front of you, she was shivering, tears were streaming down her face, her breath irregular and shallow and her hands were shaking. Your heart broke for her.
You laid out your hands for her to look at as you carefully moved towards her. “It’s oke, I’m not gonna hurt you. Everything will be alright ok?” You whispered and decided to sit at the edge of the bed, arms open for her. “Nobody is going to hurt you, it’s just me” that seemed to do it for her as she threw herself into your lap. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders while her head was buried in your neck, your arms around her waist.
You waited until the girl calmed down, slowly stroking her back. You tried to think of all the possible ways to explain the text, maybe she wasn’t with him, maybe he was just a dick. God, how much you hoped that this was the case.
Meanwhile, Jenna tried to remind herself that it was just you, y/n, who opened her doors, bought her coffee and helped her learn her scripts. The y/n, who was comforting her even while thinking that she was cheating on her, the girl that would always protect her. The y/n that she was so in love with. You weren’t like Marius at all.
“Marius is my ex” she mumbled into your neck. You tried to pull away, only to be pulled back by the brunette on top of you. “No please I need the comfort for this” you only nodded, urging her to continue. “He was great at first, a gentleman, perfect in front of friends and family, nice, humorous, understanding. He was everything girls want, he was everything I wanted” she told you which caused your heart to clench. In that moment you were sure that you were going to loose her so you tightened your arms, hoping to be able to hold her just a moment longer.
“And suddenly he changed, every time I went out he made me feel guilty and he used that to pressure me into doing what he wanted. He used me like a toy, some plaything that wasn’t allowed to have its own opinion. And when that started to work less he started to become physical, he hit me when I didn’t want what he wanted, or when I tried to resist” by now she was crying again, and you were too.
So many things made sense now, the way she slightly flinched every now and then, how she was vary of why you were a gentlewomen, how she always wanted what you wanted and you had to ask her like a thousand times what she wanted.
“I felt so free when I finally broke up with him, but lately he started to text me again… I blocked him twice already but he always gets a new number and sends me threats of dirty texts” you rubbed her back as she spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me, love?” You asked softly. She pulled back her head slightly to the right as she mumbled a confused ‘love?’
You nodded, “yeah, you’re still my love right?” You told her giving her a reassuring smile. “Even after… all that?” You nodded again, “especially after all that. You deserve someone so much better than him. I’m so sorry you went trough that as you don’t deserve what he did to you. I’m sorry I made you think that I was going to hit you and that I jumped to conclusions” you whispered into her ear as you hugged her again. “I’m sorry for not telling you”
“Can we cuddle please? I’m really exhausted and want to sleep in your arms” you grinned as she pulled back. “Of course pretty girl” you softly kissed her. When you tried to pull back she was quick to pull you closer again and deepen the kiss. Slightly laughing when she pulled away you picked her up and threw you together on the bed.
You were holding her tightly until she fell asleep before sneaking out of the bedroom and calling her sister Aaliyah over FaceTime. “Hey Aaliyah, I’ve got a question” you told her as you walked into the kitchen. “Hey sister-in-law” she joked “what can I do for you?” You could see her mother and another sister in the background. “Do you know where Marius lives?” There was a beat of silence and all the Ortegas looked into the camera. “Marius? Like her ex Marius?” Natalie asked causing you to nod. “Why?” You looked at Aaliyah before sighing. “He’s been sending her rather weird texts and it’s not doing her good, so he has to learn his lesson” you mumbled out. “I will send you his address” she answered and you could see the rest smirking. “Thanks, bye guys”
And with that you made your way to the address you were send. You knocked on the door until a man, a bit taller than you, opened the door. “Are you Marius?” You asked with a cold face. “Yeah, why? Who are you?!” He was unfriendly and rude which seemed about right. “Leave Jenna alone” you growled out taking a step closer. “Or what? Huh, what do you want to do to stop me huh?” That was enough for you. You hit him square in the face causing him to stumble back and hold his bleeding nose. “You bitch” you laughed before hitting him again causing him to fall and you grinned as you already knew that he’ll have a black eye later.
“Keep away from her or it will be worse” with that you got into you car and drove off.
In the meantime Jenna woke up and panicked when she didn’t see you anywhere. Panicked she called her mother. “Mom, what if she left completely? You know, like forever?! I don’t want to be without her, I promise I didn’t cheat on her” Jenna cried out as she walked around the kitchen. “Hun, calm down. Maybe she just forgot she had to do something? Everything’s gonna be alright, I promise”
Just as her mother promised you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her from behind. Your bloodied knuckles laying on top of her stomach. She shrieked as she saw your knuckles. “Y/n, what the fuck happened?”, “someone had to learn a lesson. Nobody fucks with my girl” you told her and kissed her head.
“I told you she was the right one” her mom grinned at you two before saying goodbye and hanging up.
“You beat him up just for me?” Jenna’s voice was small as she turned in your arms. You pressed a kiss to her lips before nodding. “My dad will be so proud of you” she grinned out before becoming seriously, “you know that you’re not just a game or an experiment to me right?” She kissed your lips a couple of times softly after you nodded. “I know, I was just mad. I love you Jenna”
“I love you too”
Sure, you guys still had a lot of stuff to work trough but it was gonna be fine. You’d do everything for her and she’d do everything for you. And even more importantly; Marius would definitely leave the two of you alone for quite a while.
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e-dubbc11 · 11 months
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After the Rain
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Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: Angst, couple of swear words, mentions of physical abuse, alludes to violence, fluffy ending
Word Count: 1390
Summary: An ex hurts you, and Billy starts to see red. He’s there to make sure your ex never puts his hands on you again.
A/N: I guess I have angst on the brain and I needed to get it out. Maybe I just need a hug 🤣 and I’m still trying to get the hang of this drabble thing, it’s hard to write shorter fics 😉
As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
Heavy raindrops pelted against the windows of the high rise. The harmonious sounds of the storm over head were soothing as you quietly observed the dull city skyline from the living room window. Shadowy gray clouds travelled quickly across the sky, dumping buckets of rain on the busy city below.
It was a fast moving storm.
The intense rumbles of thunder resonated throughout the entire room, shaking the building at times. Rain attacked the side of the building vigorously, sounding like tiny pebbles hammering against the glass, it sounded as if the glass might shatter, like your heart did for him.
The sky was angry…very angry, just like he had been.
Not at you. No, no, no not at you. He could never be that angry with you, he loved you.
A flash of lightning illuminated the late afternoon sky, followed by a clap of thunder that sounded as if it was right above you, inside the room.
It startled you.
Surely, that one would wake him. But it didn’t. Over on the couch, Billy laid there fast asleep. He didn’t stir even a little bit. Normally, he was a very light sleeper but he’s been asleep since late last night.
When you first met him, he noticed the bruising on your arm. You had left your ex after he had made another handprint shaped bruise when he gripped and squeezed your upper arm, it wasn’t the first time he had put his hands on you. You were scared of him, scared that he would find you and hurt you again.
And Billy had told you. “If he even puts a finger on you again, I’ll kill him.”
Another loud boom of thunder sounded off above you.
When you hadn’t come home from work on time yesterday, Billy started to worry. His phone calls and texts went unanswered. Where could you be?
As soon as you stumbled through the door, he was sickened by the blood dripping down your chin, the discoloration that was just starting to form around your eye, your swollen cheek, and the red finger marks around your neck.
“He found me, Billy. I don’t know how but he found me.” You had sobbed into his crisp white dress shirt that was now coated in blood.
You were covered in city sidewalk dirt and filth after falling to the ground, he had made sure no one was around to help you. Your clothes were just a reminder of what happened to you so Billy threw them away, his blood boiling over, wanting to punch the wall as the rage overwhelmed him at the thought of that monster’s hands on you, hurting you, choking you so you couldn’t scream for help.
Meticulously, he cleaned every inch of your body. He washed away all traces of blood and dirt that he could see, gently so he didn’t hurt you, telling you that he was sorry and he will never let it happen again. He would make sure of that.
You felt him shaking with anger as he helped you put clothes on, making sure you were alright before he left to go do whatever it was he was going to do.
“I’ll kill him.” He had told you before with his lips pulled back to reveal gnashed teeth.
The cold hard tone behind those three words was frightening. You knew exactly what Billy was capable of but you didn’t want him to go.
“Please don’t go, Billy! Stay with me, please!” You begged.
But it was too late, he was gone.
You don’t remember passing out, it was probably a form of shock but you must have slept for at least a couple of hours because it was dark when you woke up.
The empty apartment had an eerie feel to it, the air felt ice cold and you were afraid for him. Your external wounds would heal but if they took him away from you, that wound would be too deep to recover from.
There wasn’t anything left to do but wait.
You had made yourself some tea but were too nervous to drink it, all you could do was sit in the dimly lit apartment, in silence, carefully watching the steam rise from the cup until there wasn’t any left which is when you heard keys unlock the door.
Spatters of blood that weren’t on his shirt when he left, decorated the front of it like red confetti. His hair, normally perfectly combed, had fallen into his eyes and the violent fury that had been in those dark intense eyes had disappeared.
Crashing against his body, you wrapped your arms around his torso. Clasping your fingers together around his body, you clutched him so tightly that you could feel the blood rushing out of your fingers as he embraced you back, shutting his eyes, and exhaling loudly. He was just happy to be home…with you.
“I didn’t do it.” He had whispered.
“Billy?” You said, slightly confused.
“I hurt him…bad, but I—I didn’t kill him.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “My thoughts were of you…if I had gone through with it, they would have taken me away from you. And I can’t be without my sweet girl.” He tilted your chin up to meet his gaze and kissed you ever so softly, he didn’t want to disturb the deep cut on your lip.
You pulled away slightly and looked at his hands. The dried blood underneath his fingernails was dark red, his knuckles were cut up, and his palms were stained. He had made an attempt to clean himself up before he came home but everything was stained red.
“He’ll NEVER hurt you again.” He told you with acid in his tone.
That was last night.
You woke up this morning to your face throbbing and your eye swollen and black so you went to the kitchen to get something for the pain and found Billy sound asleep on the couch as the dark ominous rain clouds started to conceal the late morning sky.
“I’ll be in, in a minute baby.” He had said last night, a glass of bourbon in his hand. “Try and get some sleep.”
But Billy never made it to the bed, he never even finished his bourbon. The weary look in his eyes before you had gone to bed, worried you. All of that hatred, all of that rage had consumed him and he was exhausted because of it, so you let him sleep. It was probably the most he’s slept since you met him.
You weren't sure you were worth all of this but to Billy, you were worth it.
He loved you and he was willing to kill for you.
Watching and listening to the pouring rain in front of the window, wrapped up in your blanket, the pain in your cheek started to subside, and you could open your eye just a little more. You probably looked worse than you felt, even managed a slight smile while turning around to watch him sleep.
The stains and dried blood had all been washed away, sucked down the shower drain never to be seen again but Billy would see them. Every time he looked at his hands, he’d see that asshole’s blood under his nails but he was alright with it because you were safe.
And he would do it all again if he had to.
As the storm passed, it gave way to lighter, silver colored clouds. The thunder was miles away by now and Billy had started to stir. His long slender fingers lightly resting on his stomach began to twitch, he shifted his body, slowly turning toward the outside of the couch.
Was there anything he wouldn’t do for you?
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing the pools of dark chocolate underneath. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he smiled at you. A smile that said “I love you.” A smile that told you no one would put their hands on you ever again.
You smiled back. It was a smile that said “I love you too.” And silently thanking him for being your lover and protector.
He would always be your protector.
The storm was finally over and the sky was already starting to look a little bit brighter.
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tommydarlings · 1 year
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pairing: dom!billy x sub!reader
warnings: smut, overstimulation, spitting, dacryphilia
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“I can’t a-anymore b-billy.” You whined loudly while your hand made it's way down to his hand that was currently rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your legs were shaking as Billy abused your clenching pussy with his cock, ramming it into your hole unstoppably while he groaned and moaned, looking at your teary eyes with a smirk.
You desperately tried to push his hand away and at least tried to make him stop rubbing your clit. But your ex only laughed wickedly with a cocky grin painted on his lips as his other hand grabbed your hand in a harsh way and held it up into the air, squeezing your wrist tightly with his fingers before he looked you in the eyes.
“Oh no babydoll, you can and you will.” He told you quietly before he leaned forward and also caught your other wrist with his one hand, other one still rubbing your clit as his hips went faster and faster by second.
You shook your head from side to side as you felt tears running down your temples, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them quickly again before you looked at your ex boyfriend.
“I-I can’t Billy p-please, Thomas w-will be home s-soon and-”
“I hope he comes home soon so he sees me fucking his girlfriend better than he ever could.” He mumbled with a grin, knowing about your apparently oh so perfect relationship with your new boyfriend, one of Billy's older friends.
You came hardly with a scream around his moving cock, you immediately wanted to move your hand towards your mouth to cover it and muffle your scream and whines and moans but you were completely unable to do that since he was harshly pressing your hands down onto the mattress with a groan. But what caught your attention the most after you tried to calm down again was how Billy didn’t stop.
“B-Billy, s-stop, please I'm b-begging you.” You whined as you chocked on your tears, hands fidgeting around, trying desperately to free them.
“No no no baby, we are stopping all of this when I want it.” Billy whispered into your ear, hips not stopping their movement as he quickly removed his thumb from your clit and leaned down to spit on your clit, spreading it with a smile before his thumb went back on your clit.
“S-Stop! Please b-billy, s-stop I seriously can’t a-anymore.” You don’t think that you’ve ever cried that much in your entire life before, not even when you and billy broke up.
“Awww, how sweet she is, crying for me over some fucking cock.” Your ex leaned forward again to whisper in your ear,
“good.” He muttered with a smirk painted on his lips before you quietly spoke up again while you looked at him, teary-eyed and desperate.
“And w-when do y-you want to, f-fuck, stop?” You stuttered your words, hoping that the poopy dog eyes you threw at him were helping and maybeeeee making him realise that you seriously couldn’t anymore, even though you were sure that Billy knew that but purposely ignored it. Your ex boyfriend smiled and let go of your hands to brush a couple strands of hair out of your face before he looked at you and whispered in a quite tone,
“Never.”
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I also have some characters that only have upcoming chapters in existing series (remus lupin, fred, weasley, and theodore nott) so I didn't add them in my previous poll but let me know which update should come next for series?
and dassiiiit....
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links and summaries below
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington - How Will I Know (ch3)
You have walked the halls of Hawkins High unseen. If it wasn’t because Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club had found you, you probably wouldn’t even have any friends. You knew someone like your all-time crush Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington wouldn’t notice you in a million years. Until you get paired up for a project and he finally learns your name.  
Eddie Munson - There Are Worse Things I Could Do (ch4)
[Harrington!Reader] Your senior year was supposed to be the best one in your life. But when Jason broke up with you and turned the entire school against you by spreading rumors about you, you can count with your hand the people that talk to you. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Nancy, and Robin. But there might be a new one you can add to the list. One you never thought possible. Eddie Munson.
Argyle - (500 Miles) (ch3)
[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and your new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.
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Marauders
Sirius Black - Just Give Me A Reason (ch5)
[Snape!Reader] Coming back for another year in Hogwarts meant you and your brother were away from your worst tormentor. But when your school tormentor finds out about it, things are about to change and you are not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (Warning: mentions of abuse)
Remus Lupin - Too Good At Goodbyes (ch6)
Twelve years ago, Lily and James Potter were brutally murdered. Twelve years ago, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. Twelve years ago Remus Lupin left you to take care of a one-year-old Harry on your own. Twelve years ago Severus Snape was the only person who was there for you. And now, Remus is back to teach at Hogwarts with you, as Harry courses his third year, and Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.
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Harry Potter
Charlie Weasley - Jaded (ch2)
Charlie Weasley had been the biggest pain in the as for the majority of your life. Especially now that you had to survive two weeks with him, and four dragons.
Fred Weasley - Bad Liar (ch6)
Coming back to Hogwarts for your sixth year didn’t start as you expected when you have to witness your ex-boyfriend parade around as one of the champions with his new girlfriend. While you’re in a party that your house threw, you’re fed up with listening to him talking about his new relationship and to have a guy you have no interest in pining over you. So, you do the first thing you could think of. You kiss Fred Weasley.
Theodore Nott - Smile (ch3)
You have always found Theodore Nott to be a very interesting person. And when he asks you to tutor him in Herbology, you realize he is also a very sweet person. There is only one thing that you’re missing and that you’re dying to see. You want to see him smile.
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ezrasbirdie · 2 years
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Does Dentist!Ezra ever think about your past relationships?
Does he ever.
And sometimes when they come back to haunt you, he ventures to make sure they never bother you again.
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summary: Your past catches up with you. Ezra gains some perspective.
rating: E [warnings: SMUT; this got a little lot dark!; references to unhealthy/abusive past relationships, slight on-screen (??) violence, off-screen violence, dentist!Ezra is still indeed a killer, possessive Ezra, protective Ezra, vaginal fingering with a regular arm and also a metal arm, some little hints of alcohol use]
pairing: dentist!ezra x f!reader
word count: ~2.4k
note: Well, since Pedro is playing the role of an absolutely fucknuts dentist...I mean, I had to do a little something. And I've been thinking about this part of their story for a while, so here it is! Thanks to @lowlights for assuring me this is not terrible and also coming with the title. I still can't tell how happy I am with it, but hopefully it works. Also all my love to @wordsnwhiskey for making this PERFECT gif like 5 seconds before I threw this to the wind. Taglist rb in the morning. <3
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It was a little thing at first, the dotted bruise that wrapped your upper arm. It could have been a tattoo from far away; something born of drunken decision making and youth. The problem came a few days later as the little circles bloomed out, bleeding into each other as they spread over your skin like discolored roses, a sickly tinge around the rim. 
The grocery store shouldn’t be so eventful, but your ex made sure it was. 
It’d been over a year since you’d plucked up the courage to walk away from him. He’d never been violent, but some long-forgotten survival instinct clawed its way to the surface and screamed that it was only a matter of time. It took you much too long to listen. 
He curled his lip when he saw you in the cereal aisle, all alone, and called your name. Your fight or flight abandoned you—instead you gripped the handle of the cart so hard the skin of your knuckles stretched taut on your fingers and gave a tight-lipped smile. 
He’d picked a fight immediately, accused you of keeping his possessions, but you didn’t know what he was talking about. You’d given everything back to him when you moved from the house you’d shared with him. 
You didn’t need a guitar he didn’t play, or some signed memorabilia. 
When your body remembered it could leave, that it didn’t have to put up with him anymore, you turned to flee, abandoning your cart for some poor grocery store worker to deal with. But he grabbed you as you marched past, curling his fingers too hard around your bicep. 
“Let me go,” you whispered, pulling your arm away. He grinned at you for too long, laughing as he let you go. It was over in thirty seconds.
The bruises showed up later in the evening, after you took a very long bath, trying to forget just how much he affected you. He proved harder to shake this time. 
You thought of calling Ezra after it happened, but it seemed like a silly thing to bother him with. Your relationship with him was still nebulous, still so undefined that calling him in the middle of a workday when he was surely busy with patients seemed inappropriate. 
You’d deal with it.
You’d told him all about your ex deep in the early morning hours after he’d kept you up, pulling you apart with the precision that made him so good at his job. It’d spilled out, part of that hazy afterglow when both your tongues were loose and sleepy. He’d had little to say afterwards, and you’d taken it for disinterest until he’d confessed a sharp, violent anger that he didn’t want to direct on you. 
Maybe it should have scared you, but it didn’t. There’s a darkness in him you don’t prod at; a story you’ve glued together with scraps he drops along the way. It seems so silly, though, to think that he’s done something bad—he’s a dentist, for Christ’s sake. How complicated could he be? 
Today the bruises look worse than ever, and there’s no hiding them without long sleeves. The weather betrays your fleeting thoughts of a cardigan—it’s the middle of summer, and a terrible heat wave had planted itself over the area, refusing to let up. You wear a t-shirt, hoping the sleeves are long enough to keep the bruises from showing. There’s a gem show in town, and he wants to take you. 
As murky as the terms of this relationship are, he doesn’t hide you away or pretend you’re not together. He holds your hand and shows you off, introduces you to people he knows. You’re not a secret, at least.
You make it to the venue, a large warehouse on a quiet side of town that rents space to traveling exhibits and festivals. The lighting bounces off a million shiny rocks and you’re almost to a point where his attention will be anywhere but your arm. Almost. 
He puts his arm around you and squeezes you with metal fingers that rarely hurt. He doesn’t miss the muffled “Ah!” you let out. 
“What’s wrong?” Ezra asks. There’s no use lying to him. He can see right through you. 
“It’s nothing, really,” you say, eyes cast downward because you never were much of a liar. But he lifts your sleeve with all the gentleness he can muster and frowns. He counts four bruises, evenly space on your outer arm. He turns it a bit to find the fifth, the largest one, dug into soft flesh. Ezra whispers your name, and you shake your head. 
“It’s not a big deal,” you protest. “Let’s just look at the crystals.”
“Who did this to you?” He asks. 
You sigh. Ezra will ask and ask until you tell him. 
“Remember that ex I told you about?” You ask, repeating his name. There’s a flash of recognition in Ezra’s eyes, and then that same fierce rage. 
“He touched you?”  
So you recount what happened at the grocery store in the middle of this warehouse, gems and crystal glittering all around you. He doesn’t say much, doesn’t interrupt. He cradles your forearm across to his chest, careful to avoid rubbing your bruised upper arm. 
“When was this altercation?” Ezra asks softly. 
“A few days ago,” you admit. 
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
A fair question. You’d talked to him since it happened. But now hardly seems like the time to explain to him that you didn’t know if it would be an imposition. That didn’t want to bother him. He isn’t your partner or your husband, he’s just a guy you’re sleeping with who happens to be your dentist. 
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you finally say, which is true. His mouth drops slightly open in surprise.
“Birdie,” he murmurs, at a loss for words, once again. He slots his fingers between yours and tugs you toward the entrance. “We should talk elsewhere.”
**
Guilt sears hot across his chest, pushing against the anger already threatening to break through.
Someone had touched you. Some devil, a blight on this Earth, left bruises on your body out of anger, and you didn’t want to bother him about it. 
He drives you back to his office and ushers you up the stairs to his home. You like his couch—it’s blue velvet, procured from an antique store far from this town—so he parks you there, pulling you between his legs and against his chest, damp and warm from the heat of the day, hoping to melt the stress from your body. 
Normally he touches you more intimately, with your legs spread open and your pretty pussy on display for him, but this is not the time. He kisses the back of your neck, though, waiting for you to speak. 
“I didn’t…” You start, chewing your lip. “You said you couldn’t promise anything, and that was it. So I didn’t know.”
He remembers what he said in the spring, the panic that bubbled in his chest when he realized he’d pulled you into his orbit and didn’t want to let you go. His poor attempt to keep you at arm’s length.
“Let’s get it straight now, then,” he murmurs in your ear, heart hammering in his chest. The thought of another man thinking he could mark you in violence with no consequences sets Ezra’s teeth on edge; signals flaring to the most primal part of his lizard brain—you’re his. You’re his and no one else’s. He’s too selfish to give you up. The very least he can do is make sure you feel safe enough to tell him when you’ve been hurt. He nudges his nose along the back of your neck and sucks a little mark of his own. “You belong to me. Whatever you take that to mean, little rose. You call upon me when you need to, do you hear me? Whenever that may be.”
You lean back and sigh against him. 
“You said you couldn’t promise anything,” you murmur. 
“I’m a liar,” he rasps, turning your head so he can reach your lips with his own. “Forgive me?”
You say nothing, whimpering as his hands glide over your torso, drifting underneath your shirt and up to squeeze your tits. He swallows each little sound, licking into your mouth and grunting as your hips lift in search of friction. He rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, metal hand drifting lazily down your torso. 
“Please,” you whine. “Please touch me.”
“Since you asked so sweetly,” he coos, unzipping your jeans. He settles his hands just above your mound, damp heat radiating from you. 
“Forgive me,” he repeats, but the question of it is gone. You lift your hips again with a frantic nod, quivering underneath him.
He’d taken the metal arm off at first, worried about the bite of steel against your delicate skin, but then you ran your fingers up and down the cool length of his prosthetic and asked him to keep it on.
“It’s part of you,” you’d whispered. “And I want all of you.”
He takes his time with your clit, two fingers rubbing firm circles as you cry out, arms stretched behind your head and wrapping around his neck, winding through his hair and tugging. 
“Oh,” he coos as he dips his fingers into your cunt. “You are wet, aren’t you?”
Another frantic nod pulls a chuckle from him. You get so needy. He pulls his hand from your jeans, reveling in the whimper you let out. “Look how wet you are for me.” He pulls his fingers apart, marveling at a string of your slick joining them together. You watch with wide eyes as he brings it to his mouth and moans at you taste.
“Ezra-a-a,” you whine, and he knows what you want. 
“You want them inside?” He murmurs, licking the shell of your ear. The position is uncomfortable for him, crouched forward as he is to reach your lower half, but it doesn’t matter. You melt into him like this.
He can’t feel his two metal fingers stretching you open, but he can feel the movement of you fucking yourself on them, grinding your hips down, down, down, filling yourself with them. One day he wants to get you so wet you let him put his whole fucking hand in there. He wants to see how wide your little pussy stretches, how far you’ll go for him. He wants to push, push, push, just to see if you’ll come back. 
“There,” you whimper. “There!” 
He crooks his fingers forward, rubbing your stiff, wet clit at the same time. He feels the suction of your pussy as you come, his name spilling from your lips, high pitched and breathy. 
“You bloom so beautifully for me, little rose,” he says, fingers still in the mess you’ve made, kissing your neck with reverence he has for no one else. You lay your head back and look up at him with glassy eyes, like you meant to cry. “What troubles you, kitten?”
You worry your bottom lip, chest still heaving with the aftershocks of your release. He pulls his hands back, licking you off of him again. You taste like musk and honeysuckle.
You turn in his arms and gather his hands in yours.
“Ezra,” you say. “I love you.”
He thought he would run from it. He thought it would scare him—and it does. It frightens him to his core, your words tearing through any defense he may have had and piercing his heart. 
Ezra is a liar, but he doesn’t want to be. Not to you. 
“And I love you, little rose,” he says. He has no quip, no anecdote, no line of poetry—there are no words he could say that would add to this moment. Instead, he crawls over your body, pressing his mouth to yours. He makes a promise he intends to keep, a contract signed with his tongue laving over your kiss-swollen lips.
**
You don’t hear from your ex after that. 
In fact, no one hears from him. For months. It’s like he’s dropped off the face of the planet. 
The police question you, of course. He’d gone missing only a couple of weeks after you’d seen him last. 
“And your new boyfriend?” The detective asks. “He have any reason to talk to this ex you didn’t get along with?”
“Why would he?” You ask. Your confusion is genuine—what would Ezra have to do with any of this? 
The detective shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he says. His cryptic words wash over you, little alarm bells ringing in your head. The detective tell you he’ll be in touch.
There’s a vigil for him. Hundreds of people gather in a church parking lot. His parents—who never liked you, either—sob to the public, begging someone to come forward. You opt not to attend. 
Instead, Ezra takes you to dinner—a French restaurant you’ve never been to before. He distracts you with stories of college. Before he became a dentist, when he wanted to travel the world. 
You ask about Cee. 
“How did you meet?”
Ezra takes a sip of his cabernet Sauvignon and swirls it around, sucking his teeth after he swallows. 
“I hired her a few years ago,” he says, dodging the question and drumming his fingers on the table. He wants to change the subject. You say nothing, because he’ll admit it, sooner or later. 
He relents.
“Cee needed a place to live, once upon a time. She was a little girl in a bad situation. I got her out of it.” You don’t press for more information, but he gives it to you. “Her father…” He trails off, looking at you with pleading brown eyes that—ask no more of me.
“You’re very protective of the people you love, aren’t you?”
He sips his wine again and nods. “You could say there are no lengths I wouldn’t go to keep my kindred safe, little rose.”
The darkness that had surrounded the table lifts as you leave that line of questioning alone. 
He makes love to you when you get home, slow and patient, unraveling you like twine, successfully distracting you from anything else.
“How are you feeling, kitten?” He asks later, and you burrow into his sweaty chest. 
“Safe,” you murmur, and he breathes out a shaky sigh. 
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☆ title: redefining (ch. 9) | ( ch. 8 ) ☆ ( ch. 10 )
☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader
☆ wc: 4.4k
☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?
☆ warnings/notes: nsfw. mdni. cop!daichi. biting. hair pulling. fluff. angst. comfort. suga's cute lil self makes another appearance! mutual pining. jealousy. mentions: physical assault/abuse and threats thereof, drunk driving, death, abandonment/estrangement. y/n gets a glimpse of what love is supposed to feel like.
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You've been scared of love and what it did to you You don't have to run, I know what you've been through Just a simple touch and it can set you free We don't have to rush when you're alone with me
I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd (thanks again for the suggestion, @briokayama)
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You woke up to the soothing sound of Daichi’s morning voice behind your ear, thick and sweet like honey. Your body vibrated in the safety of his stacked biceps as they flexed against your ribcage as much as it did with the pussy-wettening sensation of his hard cock pressing against your bare ass.
“Mm-good morning, sunshine,” he rasped, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention.
He felt you smile against the knuckle of his thumb when you kissed it, humming with desire as you rolled your hips to push back against his naked erection.
Daichi’s large, calloused hand inched down the side of your body until he reached your thigh, picking it up to spread your legs open for him. He guided his drooling length along your slit with long, languid thrusts of his pelvis. You reached down to press him against your clit so it would catch on the thick tip of his cock with every pass. Between your soft gasps and his quiet groans, Daichi positioned his cockhead at your hot opening and pushed himself inside - slow with the occasional retreat to coat his cock in your slick before the next push. You snaked your arm around the back of his neck as he cupped your breast and buried himself to the hilt inside your throbbing cunt.
Daichi’s lips parted when he began to move inside of you, moaning when you cooed his name. “Damn, you feel so good, y/n - your perfect pussy sucking my dick like that,” he groaned, the vibration of that deep, silken voice against your back dripping down your spine like honey as his fingertips circled your clit.
“Dai…god…” you whispered, eyelids fluttering, “...your cock feelsnnhmmfuck…so good.”
You dug the inside of your ankle against the hard curve of his flexing ass as he rocked in and out of you, increasing both the pace of his hips and his fingers, working you closer to your end. Daichi had been littering your shoulders and neck with wet kisses, but when he closed his teeth around the back of your neck you came so close to undone. Your fingers gripped his hair as you threw it back on him, mewling about how big he is. 
“B-bite me again, Dai…”
With his thrusts growing more violent and the bed creaking, Daichi growled when his teeth found purchase on the back of your neck again while he slapped your clit with his fingertips.
“Ohhh fuck, Dai…” you whined. “That’s it…god I’m gonna cum for you, please Daichi!”
He fucked you harder, his thighs clapping against your bottom and when he bit down harder on your flesh, your body seized as you pulled his hair and screamed his name, gushing all around him. Daichi felt the small squirt of your liquid heat against his palm and growled, still latched onto the nape of your neck. He plowed his trembling hips against you harder, opening his wet mouth to moan your name as his cock jerked with pangs of relief, spilling his white hot seed inside you.
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“Care for some breakfast?” Daichi asked, lazily kissing your shoulder. 
“Mmm…” With your eyes still closed, you smiled sleepily. Being doused in Daichi’s scent was turning into something of a risky addiction for you. “What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll cook, you rest?” he offered.
Great. He cooks too! you thought begrudgingly. 
After getting dressed, you tried to follow Daichi to the kitchen, but he insisted that you relax on the sofa while he got the kettle going. 
A few minutes later, your host approached you with a sexy smile, looking good enough to eat with his pajama pants perched enticingly low on the same hips that were slamming against you not 15 minutes ago. He set your cup of tea on the end table next to you, along with some honey since that’s how you’d said you like it.
“While you’re down here…” you smirked, putting your hand on his cheek to guide his lips to yours. Daichi smiled and gave you a teasing kiss before heading back into the kitchen to make breakfast. 
Watching him do such domestic things for you made you wonder if this is what it would be like to have Daichi Sawamura as a boyfriend. He’d no doubt make some lucky lady a very happy wife someday. It was a thought that made you feel a twinge of jealousy even as you smiled to yourself while watching him from behind as he busied himself with the business of cracking eggs. 
Meanwhile, Daichi’s heart ached. He knew he was spending borrowed time with you. He’d sensed your skittishness from the beginning. You’d made it abundantly clear that you had no intention of dating him, to let him into your heart where he wanted to be more than anything. 
He was falling for you. Hard. 
He knew that if you’d give him even half a chance he’d show you how it feels to be cared for by a real man. How you should expect to be treated; the way you deserve to be cherished. 
For the most part, he’d been patient, understanding. But sometimes - like now - his frustration with the whole thing made him grit his teeth. Then he’d look at you or hear your voice; he’d see your smile and he knew his bruised heart would always be open to you regardless.
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When Daichi took you home, he had asked if you wanted to hang out again later that evening since it was Saturday, but you declined. You were overwhelmed and in desperate need of some time alone so you could think. Thinking would be better than feeling. You could reason your way out of this. You needed to use your head because after the insufferable, damaging years spent with Subi’s father, followed briefly by a string of bad boys who each played you like a fiddle, you could no longer trust your heart’s judgment when it came to men and romance. 
This…arrangement that you had with the police officer had begun to feel like a relationship overnight. Like you’d both skipped the dating phase and slipped comfortably into something much more. But that was ridiculous! You’d only known him for a little over two weeks! 
You sighed. There you went again - getting too close too fast. Neither of you were rushing anything, but that’s what made it feel so threatening. Or, at least that’s how it should feel. The fact of the matter was it didn’t feel threatening at all. And that was precisely what troubled you.
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“So…” Suga said, waggling his eyebrows at Daichi as he brought his drink to his lips. “…how are things going with y/n?” 
The bar was uncharacteristically slow for a Saturday night. The two males were able to hear each other without yelling like they typically would around this time. 
“Fuck if I know,” Daichi sighed, his eyes trained on his scotch glass as he mindlessly turned it around between his thumb and fingers. “One day she’s warm - smiling, laughing, talking, wrapping her arms around me like she wants to be closer. Then I won’t hear from her for a few days. We went stargazing last night and I could’ve sworn I felt a shift in her - like she wanted to let me in. Even this morning she seemed so happy and free from whatever it is that’s normally weighing her down. But when I took her home, she was running cold again. She couldn’t even make eye contact with me when I asked her if she wanted to hang out again tonight.” He gestured at the empty space beside him. “Needless to say, she said ‘no’ and sent me home,” Daichi said with a humorless laugh before throwing his whiskey back and holding his empty glass up in a wordless request to the bartender. 
Suga frowned. “Give her time, bro. She’s got a lot on her plate. She’s been spread really thin for too long. Maybe she just doesn’t know how or if she can fit a relationship into her life?” 
“Maybe?” Daichi said, his eyebrows quirking pointedly. He got the feeling Suga knew a lot more than he was letting on. But he also honored the confidence you and Suga shared. He knew Suga well enough to know that if you confided something in him, he would take it to his grave - and Daichi respected him for that. Suga was one of the trustworthiest people Daichi had ever known and he counted himself damn lucky to be his best friend. He was the one Daichi himself turned to the most for sage advice and insightful wisdom. 
“Look, Daichi, all I can say is just give her time. Trust me.” 
Daichi nodded with a weary smile before bringing up the fact that he’d learned his friend was your son’s teacher. “I saw pictures of him at her place. Looks like a good kid.” 
Suga nodded, taking a timely sip of his drink before asking Daichi how work had been going. It was a precarious thing - being in the middle of two friends who had…stuff between them, but if anyone could handle it with grace and poise, it was Suga.
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Tomorrow would make it a week since your stargazing non-date with Officer Big Dick. It was really starting to piss you off that the longer you went without seeing or talking to him, the more you wanted to. The whole point of going radio silent was to try and forget about him, but it was having the opposite effect. He was a good man, which was proving to be a major inconvenience for you. 
The one scrap of logic that hadn’t been proven wrong however was that he might be sweet and charming now, as long as he was chasing you. But he would surely turn on you the moment you let him in. That’s how they get you. That’s exactly what men want you to think - that they’re so into you and they’ll cherish you and treat you right and take good care of you…riiiiiight up until you let them catch you. Then they either lose interest or start treating you like shit.
You still hadn’t deleted his contact info from your phone. At this juncture, you reasoned it would be pointless to do so. Unless you also deleted your text messages and call history, technically the cop’s number would still be in your phone. And you certainly wouldn’t block him - you’re a grown woman for fuck’s sake!
So, after your son left with his dad, you picked up your phone to call Daichi. You were at your wit’s end with Subi’s behavior, so frustrated that you threw caution to the wind because you so desperately needed someone to vent to. 
No. Not someone. Someone in particular. Sure, you could’ve called Suga, but you had already talked to him for an hour about it and there was a level of…comfort you were craving that, given the platonic nature of your relationship with him, Suga simply couldn’t provide. 
As hard as you tried to deny it, the truth was you missed Daichi. You tapped your screen, determined to hold it together, but the moment you heard that deep voice say ‘hello’ on the other end of the line, you crumbled into a million pieces.
Even before he saw his screen, he knew it was you when the chorus of “I Feel It Coming” began to ring from his pocket. But his mixed bag of emotions was pushed aside when his answer was met with charged silence. “Y/n? Are you there?”
You couldn’t speak - hell, you could hardly breathe through the sobs that tore through your body. You hadn’t been expecting it anymore than he had.
A sudden gasp was the only sound he’d heard since he answered and he stopped what he was doing and said, “Y/n! Talk to me…are you okay?”
You managed a strangled “No…”
“Where are you? Are you hurt?” Daichi said, going for his shoes.
“I’m at home,” you cried. “I’m safe.”
Closing his eyes, Daichi breathed a sigh of relief, inwardly reminding himself to stay calm. “What’s wrong, y/n?”
“I just don’t know how much longer I can do this!”
His heart twisted in his chest, wringing itself so completely that it felt like all the blood had been squeezed out. He sat down on his sofa with his elbows on his knees. He’d known all along that this day would eventually come, but it didn’t make it hurt any less now that it had. He dragged his hand down his face and took a deep breath, but before he could tell you he understood, you continued…
“Musubi got in trouble at school today. Like, a lot of trouble…” 
This must be the part where you tell him you don’t have room for him in your life, Daichi surmised.
“...he threw a book at Suga this morning and when another teacher came in to calm him down, he hit her!” Your voice faltered with a new sob. “With his fist, Daichi!”
Daichi quickly did the math in his head and realized that you weren’t non-breaking up with him. Not yet, at least. 
“Whoa. Damn, I’m sorry, y/n,” he said, his eyes scanning the floor for the right words to say. “Has he ever done anything like this before?”
You laughed ironically. “He’s been having behavior issues for the past few years, and I’m just so scared because for so long, I’ve been throwing everything I have at it, trying to help him or find someone who can! And it’s not getting any better, Daichi! It’s only getting worse, and he keeps getting bigger and stronger! I just don’t know what to do anymore! What kind of mother doesn’t know her own child’s needs or how to meet them?” You drew a long, turbulent breath. In your frustration and anguish, you forgot to keep Daichi in his neat little compartment, but you just didn’t care about that right now.
Daichi’s heart went out to you, wishing he could blurt out the answers and make it all better, but you beat him in experience. If you didn’t know how to fix your son’s problems, how could he possibly even begin to guess? 
“Tell me what I can do to help,” he offered.
“C-can you come over?” you beckoned, your voice small and unassuming. 
“Y/n…” It took so much self-control, but Daichi was prepared to gently bow out this time. “I don’t think sex is gonna fix-”
“I’m not asking for sex, Daichi…I’m asking for you.”
Daichi’s brow knitted in determination as he got up and went for his shoes again. “I’m on my way.”
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Less than twenty minutes later, the officer’s knock came at your door and you called out for him to come in. The door opened and Daichi slowly stepped inside, taking off his shoes before passing through the foyer.
“Y/n?” he said softly, seeing you curled up in a ball in one small corner of your huge couch like you were trying to take up as little space as possible. He sat down next to you and put his steady hand on your back, rubbing it in hopes of giving you comfort. You shook with fresh sobs as you sat up and threw yourself into Daichi’s arms. He pulled you closer and held you tight. “It’s okay. I’ve got you,” he said, smoothing his hand through your hair. “Is he here?”
You shook your head against his chest. “He got three days of suspension so I called his dad to come get him. I just…I just need a day or two to pull myself together before the disciplinary hearing next week.”
“Of course. Anyone would.” Daichi felt a little bad for asking. He’d made it a point not to pry, but he was making an exception on account of his concern for your safety. One of the first things he’d noticed about your son from the photo on your fridge was how big he was for a fifth grader. “Y/n…has Musubi ever been physically aggressive with you?”
You shook your head. “Not with me, no.”
“Has he ever threatened you?”
You looked down at the tissue you’d been fidgeting with and nodded. “Yes.”
“What sorts of threats has he made?”
“One night he told me he wanted to cut my eyes out.”
Daichi visibly reeled, blinking and shaking his head. “What?” he whispered.
“The last time was a few weeks ago, before I met you. He was mad at me for making him get off the computer to eat dinner and he looked at me and calmly said, ‘I could hurt you with any of the cords we have in this house’.” You sniffled and met Daichi’s worried eyes again. “I sleep with my bedroom door locked when he's home.”
The cop’s eyes narrowed, his eyebrows drawing inward as he brought his fist to his lips. He’d been respecting your boundaries by not pressing the issue, but Daichi was becoming more and more certain that Musubi’s dad had been abusive towards one or both of you. Every time he thought about it a tight lump of anger would rise in his throat, his jaw would flex, and heat would surge through his tensing muscles. 
“Anyway,” you said with a humorless laugh, “enough about me. How was your day?” 
“Doesn't matter. Listen, y/n, if it happens again, day or night, you call me.” 
“I don’t want to call the police-” 
“I didn’t say call the police, I said call me,” he reiterated, indicating that he drew a distinct line between what he did for a living and who he was as a person.
You sniffled and nodded. “Okay,” you said, then looked up at him with a sad, but genuine smile and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daichi.”
He grabbed you, pulling you close as he pressed his lips to your forehead. 
You were having a sweet moment of comfortable silence when your stomach roared. You hadn’t eaten all day. You’d gotten the call about Subi mid-morning, before you’d had a chance to eat and you’d been so wrought with anguish and anxiety that any chance of having an appetite had long ago been eaten away by worry and stress.
“You hungry?” Daichi asked with a soft laugh.
“I could eat…”
“God, I’m starving. There’s this place I’ve been wanting to check out that I’ve heard good things about. Wanna go?”
“As long as you’ll let me pay for myself.”
Looking away, he chortled and nodded. “If you insist.”
After freshening up, you rejoined Daichi in the living room.
“I tried to make myself look presentable, but my eyes are still a little puffy.”
Taking your hand, Daichi said, “You always look beautiful.” Your other hand went to your lips, trying to hide your bashful smile and he wondered if he’d ever get to tell you how much harder it made him fall for you. He knew he had an effect on you; he just wished it were enough to make you fall for him too. “Come on, let’s get you fed.”
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“Oh my god,” you exclaimed with a mouthful of sweet potato tempura, “the food here is unbelievable! This was a great idea!”
Chuckling, Daichi nodded with his own face full of steak onigiri. “Right? So good!”
“Daichi?”
Immediately recognizing the voice, he turned to see a familiar face smiling down at him. “Oh, hey Yui! How are you?” he said, wiping his mouth.
“Great! How are you? You look good.”
“Well, thank you! I’m doing great! Good to see you!”
Her smile grew wider. “It’s great to see you too, Daichi.” She glanced over at you before meeting Daichi’s gaze again. “I’m sorry for interrupting, I-”
“No. No, it’s fine. Yui, this is my friend, y/n. Y/n, Yui…”
Both you and Yui smiled while politely bowing your heads. She and Daichi exchanged a few more pleasantries before she bid you both a good evening and excused herself.
“She seems nice. How do you know her?”
Daichi glanced at you before taking a bite of food. “Ex-girlfriend,” he mumbled with his mouth full.
“Oh.” Your heart turned to ice and dropped to your toes. She had seemed awfully happy to see him. “How long has she been your ex?” You were just making conversation. Yes, just making conversation. It would’ve been weirder not to ask, right?
“Almost a year now.”
“Oh. How long were you together?”
Daichi thought for a second. “A little over two years.”
“Oh, okay!” You forced a smile.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “apparently she had a crush on me in middle school and all through high school before she finally got the courage to confess when I gave her a parking ticket a few years back. I didn’t even know it was her car. The meter had run out and she came running when she saw the uniform. Then when she saw it was me, she laughed and asked me to get coffee sometime and the rest, as they say, is history.”
“How sweet.” You hoped the contrived nature of your affability hadn’t carried in your voice. He seemed a might too fond of the memories for your comfort, doing nothing to set your mind (or heart) at ease. 
He shrugged. “It was…until it wasn’t.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” you lied, praying he wouldn’t offer anymore details.
Too many needles had already pierced your heart, but the worst part was how he had introduced you. It was obvious to you that Yui seemed hopeful and when Daichi introduced you as his ‘friend’, he effectively rendered you innocuous, irrelevant. As far as he was concerned, he’d simply been polite, but you knew as well as she did that she walked away from your table having gotten the message that Daichi was fair game.
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Later that night, as Daichi made love to you, you had to keep your eyes open because every time you closed them all you saw was the way Yui tucked her hair behind her ear when she smiled at your lover. Even as he breathed your name against your neck when he came for you, you dared not close your eyes for fear of seeing her pretty face and the way she looked at him with love in her eyes that you were sure you couldn’t fathom.
“You didn’t cum,” Daichi observed, his bare chest expanding against yours as he tried to catch his breath. 
The hurt in your eyes wasn’t lost on him when you leaned your cheek into his large palm and whispered, “Got a lot on my mind, I guess.”
Knowing what all you had been through that day, he nodded before letting his softening cock slip out of you. He reached for his phone and set his alarm before pulling you against his chest. The two of you laid in warm silence as he ran careful fingers through your hair and you lazily traced your name over his heart, undetected.
“Daichi?”
“Hm?”
“What happened to your father? Why was he not around when you were growing up?”
He stopped stroking your hair and exhaled. “He died when I was Musubi’s age.”
“Oh god, Daichi,” you said, tired eyes welling up as you lifted your head to look at him. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “Don’t be. He was a drunk who used to hit my mom. Did us all a favor when he got behind the wheel after leaving the bar one night.”
“Still though…that couldn’t have been easy…”
He shrugged. “The hardest part was watching how much it hurt my mom. I remember hearing her cry herself to sleep at night and wondered why. I think I get it now, but I didn’t back then.” He began stroking your hair again.
“My dad left me and my mom when I was seven.” Daichi turned to look at you and now it was you who couldn't meet his gaze. “He’d been having an affair with a woman he met at work. She was already married with three kids, but I guess neither of them were happy with the families they already had since they left them and started a new one together.”
Daichi felt you shiver and pulled you closer, his breath fluttering through your hair as he kissed the side of your head. “I hope you know that his decision wasn’t a reflection on you or your mom.”
No, you didn’t know that. No one had ever told you that before. You tucked your face into his chest again, trying and failing to hide your pain from him. Daichi afforded you your dignity by not saying anything else about it and you both fell back into comfortable silence.
About an hour after the cop fell asleep, his lax hand rested on top of yours as his small patch of chest hair tickled your fingertips. You laid awake, admiring his handsome face - the strong contour of his jaw rising from his square chin, the slight pout of his bottom lip, and, even as he slept peacefully, the inward slant of his eyebrows lending a fierceness that belied his gentle nature. You knew it was dangerous business - allowing yourself to imagine he was all yours. Just for tonight, you promised your heart.
Just for tonight.
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You woke up the next morning, groggy due to a lack of adequate sleep, and rolled over to find yourself alone in bed.
Daichi told you last night that he’d have to get up around 4am to go home and get ready for work, but you had hoped he would wake you long enough to kiss you and wish you a nice day.
You sat up, shivering as you pulled your blankets closer to your naked body and began to cry. Just when you thought maybe you could start to let him in, he had introduced you to his ex, relegated you to the friendzone, and sneaked out of your bed without so much as a ‘thanks for the piece of ass’ - all within the course of 10 hours.
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You're the only reason I gave Stony a second look so...
In true sea-owl bridgerton fashion can you give some yandere Steve hcs? Like Tony being the first thing he sees when waking from the ice and just the ice messed some things up man. At first it started small but then Tony's exes started popping up and villains flirting. It gets a bit much some times.
Anon, this is perhaps one of the nicest asks I have ever gotten. You got me giggling at work.
And I will gladly give Yandere Steve head canons. I'm not gonna set this in any specific universe so these are in general head canons across the multiverse.
So Steve was a scrappy little shit before the serum but once he had gotten it it had only enhanced some of those traits. That, plus the ice nap, and the shock the of waking up decades in the future, well his brain chemistry kinda got a little scrambled.
Tony or rather Iron Man was the first person he saw when he came out of the ice, and Steve kind of attached himself to him. How could he not? Tony was so generous when he opened up his home to the Avengers, giving Steve a home. He says he's paying back a debt but Steve has hard time believing that seeing all the good things Stark Industries and Iron Man do. Not to mention Tony was very pretty to look at.
Then Steve finds out about Tony's time in the cave and how Iron man came to be, and Tony has a heart condition?! Part of his suit is keeping him alive!? And he fights with it!?
If anyone notices that Steve sticks closer to Tony during battles after that they don't say anything.
The next incident was when Steve met James Rhodes, or Rhodey, Tony's best friend and brother in all but blood. Steve wanted to make a good impression on Rhodey.
Upon meeting, Rhodey looked Steve up and down, clenched his fist, and curled his lip back in disgust. "He looks like Stone."
"No he doesn't!" Tony defended Steve. "Just because they're both blonde-"
Steve didn't really hear the rest, who was Stone? And what did he do to warrant that type of reaction?
Steve's own fists clenched and lips curled back in disgust when he did look up Tiberius Stone. Stone was Tony's ex, his abusive ex. Steve wanted to reach for his shield, how is this asshole not in jail and how is he still breathing?
Then came the day Stone decided to make trouble for the Avenger, he had the nerve to flirt with Tony. Steve was all too happy to aim his shield at Stone's head. Besides that move made Tony laugh. Steve beamed with pride at getting to make Tony laugh.
After that incident the floodgates just seemed to open with villains and exes, coming in and flirting with Tony. Justin Hammer, Dr. Doom, Loki, and Sunset Bain to name a few. Even some heroes flirted with Tony! It was driving Steve crazy! If Steve fought more aggressively during those fights, blood appearing more frequently on his shield from how hard he threw it at the villains, no one said anything.
Steve's only saving grace was that Tony was spending more and more time with him. Whether it was training, going out, or Steve's favorite, just spending time in Tony's workshop. Steve even has his own space in the workshop now! While Tony's beautiful hands, something Steve is dying to draw, create magnificent inventions Steve creates art in his own space.
The bots like to come up to Steve too and have him play with them. It's very important to bond with his future stepbots, so Steve is grateful for the chance. He'll set the bots up with their own little easels and give them paintbrushes that fit in their claws.
Stone just had to let his ugly mug make a reappearance. It wasn't in battle this time, but a gala for some fundraiser or another. Steve honestly didn't know, he was distracted with how good Tony looked in that male corset. Obvisouly red with gold stitching and ribbons that tie along the back. What Steve wouldn't give to have control over those ribbons.
"Stark!" Stone called out to Tony, ruining Steve's daydream.
Steve blinked when Stone came into view. Stone had gotten a haircut, and it looked very similar to Steve. Damn it Rhodey was right, Stone could look a bit like Steve with the right look. Unfourtantley Tony noticed this too as he shifted away from both men, his discomfort obvious if you knew where to look.
This will not do. Steve will later snap Stone's neck in a cameraless guest room. After that he will go back to the party to dance with Tony, make Tony laugh, and take him home when all this was done. No one will find Stone's body until at least tomorrow. Which was fine by Steve, he had to make sure Tony was happy. Anything for Tony.
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It's Yours... My Heart
This work is part of the @percahliaweek event. Day 6 - Yours [Read on AO3] TW: Guns
It’s yours. The words echo in Percival’s mind over and over again. Surely she didn’t mean it. Not after everything that has happened. Not after that douchebag ex of her swooped in like a curse of the shadows and took her. “No, it can’t be,” Percy says to himself, buried in the million and one pillows of Keyleth’s bed. They smell like flowers—jasmine, lavender, and roses—it’s intoxicating, and all Percy wants to do is grab the pillows and tear them apart. 
“What can’t be?” Keyleth asks from the corner. She’s pouring over some books on her desk, studying diligently. Her world wasn’t just turned upside down. Her world is upright, pink and bright. She can’t understand his pain, not when she has the person she loves the most by her side.
“Uh?” Percy looks up. Keyleth is turned on her chair, one elbow across its back and her head resting on her arm. She looks at him like she has seen a ghost. Maybe she did. Percy certainly feels like he is dead inside.
“You said, ‘No, it can’t be’,” Keyleth repeats his words that sound so foreign on her lips.
“I didn’t say any—”
She gets up before he can finish, picks up a stray plushie from the floor—a raven given to her by Vax—and throws it at him, hitting Percy right in the face. “Stop it, Percy.” She looks angrily at him. They had this fight before, on the day Vex’ahlia left, and it is not a fight that Percy wants to go through again.
“What do you want me to do, Keyleth?” He throws the raven back. She grabs it effortlessly and throws it onto her chair.
“Fight for Vex. Stop moping around like a sad puppy.” She yells out. “Didn’t she say that she loves you?”
“No, she—”
“Oh, for fucks sake, Percy,” Keyleth stomps in his direction. She points a finger to his chest and leans in, “She said her heart is yours, you dumbass. What do you think that means?”
“Then why did she leave?” Percy slaps his best friend’s hand away. Keyleth has the audacity to look offended at the gesture. “Why did she go with him after all he did to her? Why didn’t she stay?”
“I don’t know,” Keyleth steps back, crossing her arms on her chest. Her expression softens, and Percy knows she has mulled over the same question over and over again, just like he did. He watches as his friend sits on the floor with her back against the side of the bed he’s lying on. She hugs her knees to her chest and lowers her head onto them. “At least she said goodbye to you,” Keyleth whispers.
It has been a month since Saundor showed up at Vex’s doorstep. Percy was there with her when it happened, so he witnessed the other man’s abusive behavior. He couldn’t stop Saundor from whispering poisonous words in Vex’s ear or grabbing her arm and practically dragging her out of the room. He still remembers the look of sheer panic on Vex’s face upon hearing whatever threat the scumbag threw her way and how her voice wavered as she agreed to go with him. Vex wasn’t even allowed to say goodbye to her brother or take her dog with her, and she certainly fought tooth and nail to be able to say Percy goodbye. 
“It’s yours… my heart,” Vex whispered, hugging him tightly. Above her shoulder, Percy saw the look of hatred in Saundor’s deep, black eyes. The look of a predator warning Percy not to make any sudden moves or his throat would get ripped out before he could shout for help.
Percy was left frozen in place with a look of shock on his face, watching the woman he loved the most being taken by the arm against her will. He should have done something—anything—to get that greasy hand off Vex’s arm. Percy should have thrown the heavy glass vase at the man’s head, scattering the beautiful flowers he had just given Vex a few days before. Or perhaps he should have lunged at Saundor, tackling him like a bear tackles its prey, even though the man was taller and stronger than him. Percy could have done a million things to stop it from happening, but he didn’t, and now guilt corrodes his insides like acid on a gun.
“A gun,” Percy says, jumping out of Keyleth’s bed.
“What?” The girl turns her head up to stare at him in confusion. Percy doesn’t answer. He runs to his backpack and shuffles for something inside it. Keyleth’s curious eyes follow his movements, but Percy doesn’t deign to pay attention or explain. He finds it, then, the gun wrapped in a black cloth. 
“Percy, what is that?” Keyleth asks, rising to her feet. Curiosity is suddenly replaced by fear as Percival unwraps the cloth to reveal a small revolver. 
“The solution to get Vex’ahlia back,” He replies. His eyes are empty of emotion, but his voice is full of anger and determination. 
Percy might not have been able to do anything to stop Vex from getting taken. He might have been frozen in fear, but no more. He was going to fight. For her. For them. For her heart.
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mariacallous · 7 months
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As the war drags on, Russian soldiers are continuing to abduct and torture civilians in Ukraine’s occupied territories. One of these civilians is Leonid Popov, a 22-year-old Melitopol resident diagnosed with schizophrenia. On April 24, 2023, after being detained and tortured by occupation authorities multiple times, Leonid disappeared from his home. After three months of imprisonment and abuse, he was transferred to a hospital ward, where he was treated for emaciation. Then, on August 2, Russian forces told Leonid’s dad that he was being released — but hours later, soldiers abducted him again. Leonid’s mom recently told her son’s story to journalists from the independent outlet iStories. Meduza is sharing an abridged, English-language adaptation of her account.
Occupation
Me and Lenya, my older son, moved to the Poltava region a few years ago, while my sons’ father — my ex-husband — stayed in Melitopol. Two months before the war started, Lenya went to stay with him in Melitopol.
Then, two weeks before the war began, my ex-husband got into a car accident. He was hospitalized for multiple fractures and memory loss. My younger son, who’s one year younger than Leonid, also went to see him. Soon after that, fighting broke out and Melitopol was occupied. My children found themselves under a blockade.
I wasn’t worried about my younger son; he’s more like an older sibling. He was with his father, helping him, driving him to get his bandages changed.
But our Lenya is a Rain Man. Growing up, he was always different. A wunderkind, a musician. He played in the orchestra, did ballroom dancing, and played chess, traveling all across Ukraine for competitions and winning first place. He competed in chemistry, physics, and astronomy competitions, and outside of school, he studied at the Minor Academy of Sciences of Ukraine. He was a walking calculator — you could give him any difficult multiplication or division problem and he’d quickly give the answer.
But he doesn’t understand people’s emotions. He was always asking, “Mom, what does it mean when you look at me like that?” When his symptoms flared up, he might jump, leap, laugh. Small children really love him. But he can also be very serious, like a sage. He’s very kind and always ready to help everyone. But he’s also very naive and succumbs to pressure — it’s easy to exploit him.
I begged him to leave Melitopol from the beginning. There were evacuation routes. But he said, “I’m needed here. I have to help people. There are grandmothers who are hungry, and I give them bread, I give them porridge.”
The first abductions
In May 2022, Ukrainian mobile networks were disconnected in Melitopol. My younger son left to look for phone service during curfew and ended up in a military office. He told me that everyone who had tried to get service, around 30 people, had been thrown into a crowded cell. There was a single bucket for all of them to use as a toilet.
There was one person in the cell who seemed drunk. He was screaming incessantly. The soldiers said, “Cover his mouth, or we’ll shoot you like kittens.” Then the terrified crowd started to beat the person. Whenever he started yelling, they would choke him to make him stop. Eventually, he died.
That was on May 21. On May 28, Lenya, my oldest son, went to buy shawarma, and there were a lot of young people standing in the same area. Soldiers came up to them, threw them all [into a car,] and drove them to a military office. There, they tortured Lenya with electric shocks. Afterwards, they let him go, but took his passport.
After that, Anna’s younger son decided to leave Melitopol. During the “filtration” process in Chonhar, Russian soldiers beat him and threatened to drive him out to the steppe and shoot him. He ultimately managed to get out and is now in Europe.
Leonid disappears
In the spring of 2023, I saw an announcement that there would be free evacuations from Melitopol with help from Western volunteers. Lenya didn’t have a passport [because the occupation authorities had confiscated it]. By then, they had already started issuing Russian passports, and I told him to get a Russian passport. But he refused; after the electric shock torture, he had made up his mind never to get a Russian passport.
Still, I prepared all of his documents and arranged for him to be taken to safety in Poland, where I would pick him up, and at that point, he agreed to leave.
The volunteers were supposed to pick him up on April 26. On April 24, his father called him, asking him to come see him. Lenya said that he was on Pushkin Street, five minutes away by foot. 15 minutes passed, then 20. My ex-husband tried calling Lenya again, but he could no longer reach him.
I asked my ex-husband to drive [to the house where Leonid had been living during the occupation]; maybe he was asleep or sick. My ex-husband broke down the door, but my son wasn’t there.
The search for Leonid
My ex-husband and his partner went to the police and the military commandant’s office. They officials there said they hadn’t detained anyone for about two months. (As it turned out, this wasn’t true; they had detained many people.) The police wouldn’t take a statement. They said, “Don’t worry, he might have been detained by soldiers — we don’t have any authority over them. They’ll just look through his phone. If there’s nothing bad there, they’ll let him go.”
I started to worry that Lenya’s disorder would worsen because of his abduction. This had happened before: in 2017, he became unrecognizable. A psychiatrist in Zaporizhzhia said that he needed to be hospitalized. He was diagnosed with “undifferentiated schizophrenia.” He spent three months in a hospital, where he was treated with antipsychotics. When I picked him up, I had to re-teach him how to brush his teeth and hold a spoon.
Later, another psychiatrist confirmed that he does have an illness but said he hadn’t received the right treatment and that his hospitalization had been unnecessary. She prescribed a new course of antipsychotics, and after that, Lenya went into a long remission.
When he disappeared, I went insane: Is he even alive? What’s happening? I was scared that the stress would cause him to lose his memory and his sense of reality again. The doctor had warned me that regression was possible and that he could regress to the level of a 10-year-old child.
I put the information on social media and wherever else I could. Ukrainian journalists contacted me; I did an interview and a story came out. But I hid the fact that Lenya had a mental illness. I thought I would lose his trust completely if he found out his mom spoke like that about him to the whole country.
I don’t know whether Russian forces saw these stories or if it was a coincidence, but after the story came out, someone called Lenya’s dad. He introduced himself as a military policeman and offered to meet. He said he was participating in the search for Leonid and asked a bunch of questions about me and his father.
The man put my ex-husband in touch with another police officer, a soldier who introduced himself as Lev. “Don’t worry,” he said when I called him, “We’ll search for him. We’ll let you know as soon as we find him. You need to be calm, your child is fine.” I trusted him. He also said I should stop talking about the abduction publicly so that Lenya would be released sooner.
“Mom, I miss you’
In June, Lenya’s father received a call from someone who said that he was being held in a military office basement with our son. The guy said our son was in critical condition: unable to stand up, exhausted, and constantly whispering, “I want to eat.” He said they were only given water every two or three days. When they were given food, which didn’t happen every day, it was only in very small amounts. He also said they were beaten. If Lenya wasn’t taken out of there, the guy said, he would die.
The men were being held in a military office in an old traffic inspection building. Lenya’s father went there, and a guard came up to him and said no one was being held there. They told everyone that no one’s in there — but in reality they’re holding a lot of people. (Editor’s note: iStories has confirmed that multiple prisoners were held in the building in question.)
I immediately wrote to the soldier, Lev: “Help! My son’s illness is worsening, he can’t starve.” Lev wrote back that Lenya was fine, he was smiling, and he was even making jokes. He offered to pass along a package once a week. Lenya’s father agreed right away. The soldier helped us organize a phone call, and Lenya had a supervised conversation with his dad.
Lev said that Lenya was allegedly being held for taking photos of military equipment.
He sent me a photo of Lenya and a voice message: “Mom, I miss you, I heard your message and started crying. Look, I have emotions now.” He’d had problems with emotions. As soon as I saw my son’s photo and heard his voice, I was eager to go. But the soldier told me, “It’s not worth it. They won’t let him go. You won’t see him, so there’s no point.”
‘They beat me so hard that I couldn’t use the bathroom for four days’
On July 24, Leonid’s father called me and said “Lenya is now going to talk to you.” I was unbelievably happy. But his voice was so weak. He said, “Mom, I’m in the hospital.” And the connection dropped.
Lenya’s father then told me that soldiers had taken him to the gastrointestinal department to be treated for emaciation. He’s 1.95 meters (6’ 5”), but weighed just 40 kilograms (88 pounds). His father took a video and sent it to me. Lenya’s 22 years old, but he was behaving like a child. He didn’t understand anything; he was just repeating, “I want to eat.”
He ended up in a gastrointestinal unit with doctors who hadn’t left [after the start of the occupation]. The gastrointestinal doctor knows me, my deceased mother, and our family. I knew he was in good hands, that they would help him recover. Lenya started to stand up and walk, and he constantly wanted to eat; they would give him two servings at the hospital.
He felt better after getting an IV. He started talking. But he was only able to tell us a small part of what happened to him. He said, “Mom, you know how you said that there’s a hell? Well, I went to hell. I was beaten by soldiers and by my cell mates.” He shared a prison cell with convicts from Simferopol and Sevastopol. He said that he was interrogated at the beginning, that he was beaten constantly by soldiers, and that he was forced to sign some documents, but he couldn’t remember what they said. He was barely fed and only given water once every two to three days.
I wrote to the soldier [Lev]: “My son is emaciated! And you said that everything was okay!” He asked if my son might have some kind of illness. From the very beginning, I had told him that he’s ill and that he’s not supposed to put through stress. But Lev told me again not to worry.
He said, “I fed your son. I brought him sausages and grechka, and I moved him to a good cell.” I don’t know if it’s true. He had lied to me when he told me that my son was happy, well-fed, and doing fine. And I had desperately believed every word I heard.
I told Lenya that there are good people in the world, like Lev, the soldier, since he passed along packages to him and sent photographs of him. “Well, he also beat me during interrogations at the beginning,” he responded. “But whatever you say.”
Lenya said, “I was so scared to fall asleep. I was scared that they would come and choke me again, kill me. I was so thirsty, but they wouldn’t give water. But most of all, I wanted to eat. Then they beat me even harder. They beat me so hard that I couldn’t use the toilet for four days. Why, mom? Ma, maybe you know what my crime is?”
“I’ll never go back there, right?”
On August 2, the local Investigative Committee called Lenya’s dad and told him that Lenya was being released for lack of evidence. His father picked him up from the hospital and drove him back to the house, but they hadn’t even made it to the door when soldiers arrived in a vehicle with tinted windows: Lev and his partner. Lev said that he couldn’t do anything to help, that the case was still open, and that he was facing pressure from his superiors. He handed Lenya a bag to put over his head, and then they taped him up and took him away. A week has passed and Lev still hasn’t answered any of my messages or the calls from Lenya’s dad.
Lenya’s father called the Investigative Committee. They said that they’re sorry but that there’s nothing they can do to help, because they have no power over the military command. They suggested consulting an international organization. I haven’t received any updates about Lenya since then.
The last time I spoke with my son was about an hour before the soldiers took him. He was so happy that he’d soon be free. “Mom,” he said, “I’ll never end up there again, right?” “No, my son,” I told him, “I’ll come to get you.” He asked me to wait so that he could say goodbye to his friends and his girlfriend, who he’d started dating in Melitopol. He told me, “Mom, I kissed someone for the first time. I’m in love.” I told him that we’ll move to Germany where my younger son is, where there’s no war. I said we’ll go to museums and churches there.
He also managed to tell me that there are a lot of people detained at the military office. Most of them are civilians that have been held since the start of the war. Their relatives are searching for them, but they don’t know that they’re there. Some of them have already died, and their relatives don’t even know.
This the 21st century. Our grandparents survived fascism in 1941. Now it has returned, only to another country. Hitler used to exterminate people with mental illness.
The human rights organization Every Human Being is assisting Leonid Popov’s mother. Its employees told iStories that they filed complaints with various agencies in Russia and Ukraine, as well as UN working groups on arbitrary detention. So far, human rights activists have only received confirmation that these complaints have been received.
After the media report about Leonid came out in Ukraine, a man who introduced himself as a military police officer contacted Leonid’s father and offered to meet with him. The man said that Leonid is fine, that he’s being fed, that he’s not being beaten, and that he was allegedly detained for taking photos of military equipment. Journalists from iStories have identified the number as belonging to Igor Kara, a former Ukrainian police inspector from the Donetsk region who defected to the Russian side after the full-scale invasion. On the phone, he initially denied that he knew Leonid Popov before confirming that he spoke with his father. Kara said: “The case of his disappearance is with the Investigative Committee. The Investigation Committee is searching for him.”
The investigator from the Investigative Committee who called Leonid’s father on August 2 and said Leonid could be picked up told iStories that Leonid has been recognized as a victim in his criminal case: “Investigations are underway to establish his whereabouts. He’s not in our custody. Contact the military commandant’s office. We also contacted them. I can’t tell you their response as it’s a classified investigation. I can’t comment on criminal matters in my department.”
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bltzgore · 8 months
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show me your anxiety-riddled ocs I need them for science
Oh there are so so many XD
I'll keep it to 7 of my favorites, and do my best to keep these short but still give enough background.
Tw: nonhuman characters, mentions of burning and family death, learning disability related stress, lab rat content, and dehumanizing circumstance for nonhuman characters such as being owned or abused
Fear not, I threw in a little fluff
Among the ones I go after the most:
Rook - a scrapy fierce little creature, who's response to fear is anger. He's always afraid, always worried this fleeting period of freedom with his found family will end, or later on as he develops more self awareness, that they will get sick of him and abandon him. This manifests as him getting frustrated easier, snapping at people, and occasionally just going after them. Luckily his caretaker is an ex gladiator, and an ex hit woman, so she can take it.
Enzo - a member of the same cast as Rook. He came from very dehumanizing circumstance before he got sold off. He is a people pleaser because that's how he learned to survive. So at first he was pretty nervous around his rescuer/caretaker, but that wore off pretty quickly. He took to worry about her and the others in their found family, that they'd get hurt, or found (they're on the run) not to mention he harbors alot of insecurity, very low self worth. This is something the caretaker helps amend, as she doesn't want to see him get hurt or taken advantage of.
One of my favorite symbolic demonstrations of his healing over time is his singing. Hear me out. He's a siren type creature, so he loves to sing, he's meant to. But the people who own him before punish him for it for various reasons. The longer he spends with caretaker the stronger his voice gets, it starts out with gentle songs, and moves up to powerful rock lyrics and stuff depending on his mood.
Cam (or Rally, I'm having a hard time picking a name) - a fire elemental in a world where elementals are considered highly dangerous. His family helps him hide it, but one day a fire starts in his house (he believes he started it while he was sleeping). In his fear he accidentally makes it much worse, and his parents do not make it out. He's stuck in the house in a state of panic and fear and general mourning because he can't process that his fire is just what took his family, when his caretaker to be (another elemental named Rafiki/Rafi/Raf) runs in to save him. From then on he's deeply scared that he will hurt someone again, or worse.
Thing is, we learn that he wasn't the original cause of the fire. It was an agent of the government hoping to send him into a panic. When Cam discovers this, he goes after them, getting caught and put under the control of this mind control device called the halo (its a metal ring that is affixed to the head). Then, he is forced to go after his friends. He burns Rafiki severely enough that it even gives her trauma.
Rex - a post-wolf (meaning after wolf, not one who works with mail) supersoldier. Who develops high levels of anxiety around his technical studies when he struggles with reading due to dyslexia and adhd.
Static - a very sweet bean who is among the first humans to begin developing superpowers in one of my universes due to the presence of an alien virus on earth. He's in the army when he begins developing powers, the army that advocates for killing or catching such people. He is terrified that he will be the next one dragged off to some black ops base and pulled apart like some lab rat. He finds a group of others who are hiding their powers and they do a great job protecting and hiding each other.
But one day he comes crawling back to base to get the medic while having a broken leg. The medic tends to him, then runs off to rescue his friends. But this is about the time that the higherups have put together a few things. They show up and drag him off. It is his nightmare realized. And of course his friends find and save him, but he certainly had anxiety before, it is tripped after, he has a severe case of ptsd.
Taboo - is a scorpion humanoid, he named himself as such because he thought he was just unlucky when he was little and didn't realize people were afraid of him. He is an absolute cinnamon roll (who could kill you.) And the thought of people being scared of him makes him occasionally to nervous to act and really really sad (poor boi).
Flux - Flux does not remember what he used to be. He was sure he used to have flesh parts instead of metal ones but he doesn't anymore. He is a rescued lab rat, who was pulled apart and put back together so much his trauma response became appease. So even after rescue he constantly fears that he will do something wrong, and wind up back on that table. Thing is, he could never figure out what the criteria was that got him back there at the lab, and th le rules with these new people make even less sense!
I hope this helped with your science 😁
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shouxryuuxha · 3 months
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The saga
Ok, since the time frame is up I can now say what has been going on since Nov. 18th.
Trigger warnings for mentions of s***de, mention of manipulative behavior, parental death, mention of eating disorder, brief mention of different types of abuse, drug use, harassment, and stalking.
On the 18th of my now ex-roommate decided that through snapchat it would be ok to call me a bunch of things, along with calling my boyfriend slanderous names; questioning his manhood and calling him names like "rabbit" (odd but ok), "pussy" and things like that. He threatened non-payment of rent and continued his gaslighting of me through snapchat since he, as a person, only felt comfortable saying all this ugly and slanderous things over the internet and not to my face; he crumbles like a piece of paper when you confront him in person. He kept it going well into the weekend, saying things like "this is all your doing" "all you wanna do is play house with your rabbit boyfriend" and tried to manipulate by then saying "If you would just apologize, it would be water under the bridge" and other pretty fucked up shit to the point where he wouldn't stop and I had to delete my snapchat, not before I took pictures of over 20 messages from him alone.
That following Monday, Nov. 20th, during therapy, I started getting text messages from someone I didn't know wanting to me to confirm my boyfriend's father's names. I asked who was this, they responded with the same question so I used an alias, and they responded with their name (or probably a fake) saying how after 8 years of having his friend's back, I betrayed them; that's friend's don't keep secrets from friends. Only to then have the gall for me to again, confirm his dad's name. At that point, I blocked the number and after a mild panic attack thinking that this man fully gave out my phone number and possible other details, me and my boyfriend went down to the court house to file a order of protection.
20 minutes before talking to the judge about this, my now ex-roommate proceeds to blow up my email inbox, his first wall of text email starting with the title "I'll drop your name in my s***de note" and with the big wall of text, that when printed was 2 pages long of just vile gaslighting and manipulation. I was granted the order and all I had to do was get it served. Problem is, I didn't know where he was; he was with a friend somewhere and with the safety, he continued to harass me via email for 18 straight days. My complex were given the order and even sent him a email notice that the locks were changed. He didn't care to read it and continued to beratement of me, my character, my past and everything. He said things like "You probably cheated on your exes and you're probably cheating on your [insert bf name] too." Mind you, my first relationship was for 8 years. I moved across the country for this man, just to him to never claim me as his girlfriend due to my weight, race, height---you name it, he claimed it. Manipulated and gaslit me to the point where I developed a eating disorder just to be the weight he wanted among other things to keep me under his control like breaking up with me to get me to beg and spiral, emotional abuse, mental abuse, psychological abuse, and sexual abuse. My second ex, was not only cheating and taking advantage, but he had a whole fiancée on the side that I did not know about which made me a mistress without my consent, on top of his man trying to impregnat me with his child. Luckily, there is no child because I am not dumb.
My ex-roommate threw those in my face, my lack of self esteem in my face, my weight in my face and saying things like "I should have left you stroked out on the floor; fuck me for saving you", referring to the stroke I had last year. All while using the fact that he "saved [your] life" as way to make me owe him for the rest of his life. And then on Thanksgiving, to fully dig in the knife in, he stated in another brick wall of text "Your mother would be ashamed of you" and "How selfish of you to not go and see her as she was dying." My mother passed away on April 6th, 2002. Time of death was call at 9:12 pm. Her viewing was on a Thursday, the burial was on a Friday, my 11th birthday was that Sunday. My mother passed away from Lupus 8 days from my 11th birthday. How dare a 10 year old not know when their singular parent was going to die and not suck it up to go and see her with you know, a feeding tube, a breathing tube, and a dialysis machine all attached at once. But you know, he didn't care, it was just ammunition.
For 18 days. I didn't eat. I was up at 4 AM regardless of work, I was puking bile every morning and due to stress I lost over 15 pounds. I had constant headaches, nothing brought me joy and I was in a constant state of panic. He kept on harassing me through email, sometimes sending 10 emails a day. It got so bad that I had to have my friend filter my emails and put them all away so I could go into my own email. He said I was keeping him from his medication, that me and my lies to the judge and cops are making him homeless and how he will sue me for human rights violations. Waking up to a wall of text, the longest one being 4 pages long was a nightmare. Being called a liar, a fucking bitch, a cunt, a backstabber, and other things left me questioning my own sanity. This is not the first time I've people gaslight me for days, months and some people years just to control me.
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I was under a huge mountain of stress. Now add to that stress, having to go into work every day because now you are the sole breadwinner. 18 long days. Finally all came to a head on Dec. 6th. At this point, the complex knew about him, I had retained an attorney, 2 neighbors, my boyfriend, my work place and the complex all had a copy of the order and were instructed to call 911 if he steps foot on property. He had already been trespassed due to the order. It just came down to getting him served. So, around noon, my neighbor texted me saying that he was here at the complex; according to my friend he stated in a email that he was coming back that day and just going straight the gym; he was going to force me to come home to him being there and just force me to go back to normal since his friends told him to "stand his ground" and that "we're going to be a team". He basically wanted to make me help him get his life together after 18 days to beratement and mental and psychological abuse. He wanted me to go back to normal, not talk about it or bring it up in order to sweep it under the rug. He didn't want to be reminded of it so badly, that he began telling me that he did not want my boyfriend sleeping over for the foreseeable future and preferred me to stay at his place and not to have him order until he was ready to have him back.
Yes. The sad thing is, that I condensed alot of things.
But, on the 6th of December, left me with a final message before the officers got there and served him with a full no contact order, INCLUDING EMAIL. This was his final email to me before the cops showed up who fully believed he was in the right for his degusting behavior and fully believes that I lied about him being abusive since he never hit me:
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Emotion abuse. Mental abuse. Sexual abuse, Psychological abuse. These are all just as bad as physical abuse and usually, these are precursors to physical abuse.
Now, you're probably wondering, why would anyone do this? Clearly I did something to get him going. What if I told you, that what set this off was half of a conversation that was intended to help him. That his own illegal steroid used paranoia put him in a spiral and caused to do this. Every friend he had all went through this even before the drugs. Whenever he didn't get his way, he would resort to this type of behavior. He blew up a ex-friend's relationship because said ex-friend didn't take him to the gym so he felt entitled to blow up that relationship and reveal things that was not his business to reveal. He cut his foster mom out of his life because of a remark. He threated to dox a girl who was a camming on the side to make extra money to start her candle business and expose her because he wanted a relationship and she didn't. 2 separate girls, one in a different state, called a 5150 because of the stuff he was saying to them and blaming them for his behavior.
So, I am talking about this now because, yesterday was his last day to formally file a contest against the order. He did not. I finally feel I can breathe again. I don't feel like there is a rope around my neck and the feeling of my house feels different.
So, I wanted to come on here and explain myself. I wanted to come on here and apologize for being gone. I feel like those who have known me and know me through writing Shiryu for so long, I feel that I needed to tell you all. I wanted to share this with you and tell those who might be going through something similar, if every fiber of your being is telling you its wrong, its wrong. You are not alone. I hear you and I see you. Physical abuse is not the only form of abuse. Don't let anyone tell you different.
My name is Brooklyn. I am an abuse victim.
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Love Is Not Over
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✏️Taehyung x OFC ✏️Friends to Lover AU 🛑 Rated 18+ 📖WC:1613 ⚠️Mentally abusive and controlling ex, stalking, mention of anxiety cheating, COVID, drinking, drunk hookup, masturbation, oral, accidental marriage, accidental pregnancy⚠️
Mae always wanted to go to South Korea and visit all the places her Aunt and Uncle used to tell her stories about. So after catching her fiancè cheating, she did just that. Her two month trip turned into a permanent stay thanks to covid lockdown. A friendly neighbor turned best friend, who just so happened to be part of the biggest music group in the world. A drunken night that changed her life forever.
Chapter 24
Mae rolled over and looked at the empty spot in the bed beside her. Taehyung’s spot. It was still warm so he hadn’t been out of bed long. She could hear the soft hum of his voice echoing down the hallway as she laid there thinking about last night.
Was it real? Was it a dream? Had she really been that brave? 
The sound of Jungkook yelling at her to “get her ass out of bed” brought her out of her thoughts. The moment she quickly threw the covers to the side and stood up, Mae knew that last night hadn’t been a dream. Her hips hurt, they were sore from being spread wide as she attempted to buck against Taehyung’s hold.
Mae winced and stretched, praying nobody came in as she hurried around the bed to use the restroom. The last thing she needed was someone asking her why she was randomly doing lunges and squats.
“It’s about damn time!” Jungkook teased when she finally came out of the room.
“Well excuse me for sleeping,” Mae sassed back.
“I figured you didn’t sleep much because of the storms,” he said before turning to grab a box from the couch. “So I decided to come after the gym instead of before.”
“Yep, the storm kept me up pretty late.” Taehyung snorted and looked at his feet, trying to hide the smile on his face. 
“So what’s in the box?” she asked, hoping Jungkook didn’t hear or see him.
“I don’t know. Veronica just told me to bring it to you.” he handed her the box and leaned in a little closer. “If we are being honest, she kind of scares me. So I didn’t want to ask,” he whispered.
“Yeah, she scares me too,” she laughed, grabbing the box from him and placing it on the dining room table, before joining them back in the living room.
“Well,” Jungkook clapped his hands together and rocked on his heels, “Now that I’ve safely delivered your package and returned the item Tae left in my car.” He looked over Mae’s shoulder and smiled at his friend who was getting up from the couch, “I shall go home and shower.”
Mae gave Jungkook a hug goodbye, told him thank you and then went back to the taped box while Taehyung walked him out.
She smiled while she read the note from Veronica, stating what was inside. After placing it on the table she removed the tissue paper. The first layer was random snacks she’d asked her to buy and send to Korea.
“Did she just send you a bunch of food?” Taehyung asked, placing his chin on her shoulder and watched as she removed the food.
“No, there’s clothing,” she pointed out once the bags of the final layer came into view. “She said in the note some of them were for me and some were for you.”
“Aw, that’s nice of her. I can’t wait to find out later what she sent.”
Mae leaned away to get a better look at him. “Why later?”
“Because, we need to talk about last night.” He watched as her cheeks began to redden and she went back to unpacking the box. He knew she’d be anxious to bring up the conversation on her own, so he wanted to get it out of the way quickly, to ease her mind some.
“There’s nothing-” she cleared her throat trying to regain control over her shaky voice. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
Mae’s eyes turned to her wrist when she felt Taehyung grab ahold of it, then used his other hand to push the package away. Before she could blink he had spun her around and sat her on the table, a move she found a little frightening but also arousing at the same time.
“Don’t do that, Mae,” he said in a gentle, yet firm voice. “I’ve known you long enough to know how your brain works. If we don’t talk about it now it will just rattle around in there driving you crazy.”
Mae let out a defeated sigh. “Fine,” she slouched and looked at the space between them. It would make the subject a lot easier to talk about.
“What happened to all that confidence you had last night?” Taehyung smiled, looking at the top of her head.
“It went away when the sun came out. It was a lot easier being daring when I can hardly see you.” Mae couldn’t help the smile that formed at the sound of Taehyung’s soft laugh. She knew it was a stupid answer, but it was true in a way. The low lighting made her feel less timid. Almost as if she could get away with anything.
“Mae,” Taehyung hooked his index finger under her chin and lifted it. “You don’t need to hide anything from me. What I told you last night was true, I’m not going anywhere.”
“What about everything you said in your live?” She wanted to know if his answer was still the same now that he was fully awake.
Taehyung’s brows scrunched as he thought. “Which part?”
Mae looked over his shoulder, unable to make eye contact. “The part where you said you loved me.”
He moved his head so that he could look her in the eyes again. “You asked me that the other night, before I fell asleep.” Taehyung smiled, vividly remembering the conversation. “Didn’t I answer you then or was it a dream?”
“You did, but I wasn’t sure if you were aware of what you said.”
“Do you remember what I told you at the Jazz club in Jeju?” he smiled, slowly running his fingers across her jaw line to her neck, watching the way her body reacted to him as they recalled their conversation. “I told you love isn’t over for you and I meant it. The moment I opened the door to Jimin’s apartment and saw you standing there, I knew I was a goner. You aren’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit, you see me as Kim Taehyung and not V of BTS. When you weren’t stealing glances of me, I was stealing glances of you. I looked forward to us hanging out together, I knew you didn’t want any kind of relationship so I took what you were willing to give me. I didn’t take you to the airport because I lost rock, paper, scissors. I took you because I wanted to. When Jimin mentioned surprising you in Jeju I had my bags ready faster than he could buy tickets. When we found ourselves accidentally married, I knew this was my chance to finally show you how I felt and help you realize what a strong woman you really are. I love you, Mae. I wish for nothing more than to be by your side. You jump, I jump. Or in the case of last night you cum, I cum.”
Mae snorted out a laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood. “You're such an ass.”
“But I’m your ass.” Taehyung replied with a teasing smile. “Sorry, I could see the tears and I didn’t want to see you cry.”
“I’m not…” her protest was cut short when she felt the dampness of her cheeks. “Wait, where are you going? You can’t confess your love for me then run away!” Mae watched him dig through one of the drawers in the tv stand while she wiped the moisture from her face.
“I hadn’t planned to give it to you so soon and was going to do something romantic when I did.” he said quickly, grabbing something from the drawer and hiding it behind his back. “The day after you left LA, I called a jeweler that I know and had this made,” he continued, walking back into the dining room. “I, um, I got your size from D and made sure you’d like it before I finalized anything.” Taehyung stood in front of her and stuck out his hand, revealing a small velvet box. “I know our marriage wasn’t planned. But I’m all in, Mae. I really want this to work. I want you by my side as my partner. As my equal.”
Mae stopped breathing when Taehyung opened the box. Inside was the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. It was white gold, with intricate designs and a heart shaped diamond. A ring that she would proudly wear on her finger. 
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“You’re making me a little nervous here, Mae. Say something, please,” Taehyung said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
For the first time since he opened the box, Mae looked up at the man standing in front of her. The man whom she fought her feelings for, for the past two years. The man who she drunkenly married. The man who’d haunted her dreams in a good way. The man who was letting her be her own person. The man who no matter how many times she tried to push him away, kept coming back. The man who she was very much in love with.
Without saying a word, Mae wrapped her arms and legs around Taehyung. Pulling him as close to her as she could and kissed him. She didn’t trust her words to say how she really felt.  So she kissed him with every ounce of love and passion she could muster.
She was so engulfed in the feeling of him, she hadn’t realized he’d removed her from the table until she felt the soft bedding on her backside. When a cool breeze replaced the warmth of his body, Mae opened her eyes to see him breathing heavily as he sat back on his heels.
Taehyung smiled at the pout she was giving him, fell forward on his hands and lowered himself just enough to rub his nose and lips across her jaw and neck. “We aren’t going any further until you say something, Mae,” he spoke softly. “Use your words or this ends here.”
“You’re such a pain in my ass,” she said jokingly and then tightened her legs around his waist when she felt him start to move away.
“I mean it, Mae. This relationship can’t continue if you aren’t going to be open with me. Say whatever is on your mind right now.”
“Everything that’s on my mind? Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want to know everything. No more hiding. No more being afraid.”
Mae closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let her body take in everything she was feeling. “God you smell good,” she shivered when a puff of warm breath fanned her neck as he laughed. “And you feel good too. Just having you close to me makes my body feel things that I didn’t even know were possible.”
“You're rambling, Mae.”
“You said to tell you whatever's on my mind.” She squealed with laughter, when she felt his teeth bite the crook of her neck. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop rambling. Just stop biting. Although we might want to revisit it later,” she said, earning a growl of agreement from Taehyung. Mae took another deep breath to concentrate while he started to gently kiss her neck again. “I want to be with you, Tae. In every way possible. I’m tired of fighting my feelings for you. I love you Taehyung and that scares the shit out of me, mainly because up until recently I thought I knew what love felt like. But every second I’m with you, every time I hear your voice or feel you. I realize that wasn’t really love.” Taehyung stopped kissing her neck and looked into the eyes of the woman laying under him. “Thank you, Tae. Thank you for not giving up and being patient with me. I can pretend that my feelings haven’t been there all along, but we both know, hell even our friends and family know that's a lie. You were right, Tae. Love is not over for me, because it didn’t begin until you came along.”
Taehyung leaned closer and whispered on her lips, “See, wife. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” before locking his lips with hers.
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Mae stared out the window and nervously fidgeted with the ring on her left hand. A smile formed on her lips as she thought about that day from nearly a year ago. The day Taehyung gave her the ring. The day they both confessed their true feelings for each other. The day they made love for the first time.
A lot has changed since then. Wander was doing better than expected for a store that’s been open for only 5 months and due to the high demand they’d be opening more stores within the next year or two. The guys were officially taking a step back from group activities. Their schedules, although still hectic, were a little more relaxed as they focused on their solo projects.
Mae closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fresh ocean air. They were back in Jeju. Today was her and Tae’s one year drunken wedding anniversary and to celebrate the group rented out the same house where it all began.
The shriek of Veronica being tossed in the pool brought Mae back to reality and the phone call she’d just hung up from. Things in her life seemed to never go as planned any more. Not since she and Taehyung went to the jazz club. Just when she thought things became somewhat normal, something always came along and made it interesting.
She looked away from her friends in the pool when she felt a pair of eyes on her. The eyes in question belonging to her husband. The second their eyes met his smile fell, he could tell something was wrong. Taehyung excused himself from the conversation he was having with Jin and Namjoon, before walking towards the patio doors that lead to the room she was in.
“What’s wrong, Mae?” he asked with concern written all over his face.
“Nothing,” she answered with a small smile.
“Your eyes are telling a different story.” His voice was stern as he closed the distance. “Who was on the phone?”
“It was nothing. It can wait until we are back home,” she said, trying to keep a straight face. She was going to tell him, but at the moment she was enjoying watching him squirm. He was part the reason they were now in this predicament after all.
“Neither one of us are leaving this room until you tell me what's going on,” he stated firmly before sitting on the foot of the bed.
“Tae, it’s not that big of a deal,” she said, kneeling in front of him. “Trust me. It can wait until we get back home.”
Taehyung brought up his hand and cupped her cheek. “Wife, you know the agreement and right now, I’m using my ‘what’s inside Mae’s brain’ card. So spill.”
Mae rolled her eyes and sighed before joining him on the bed. “Fine, but I’m warning you it’s going to change some things.”
“Love, whatever it is, we'll get through it,” he said, taking one of her hands in his.
“Okay, but I tried to warn you.” Mae lowered her head to hide the smile that was threatening to show and took a deep breath to calm her excitement. “You remember five months ago after everyone left the Grand Opening at Wander?”
“Oh yes. I remember that night very well.” She didn’t have to look at him to know he had a cocky grin on his face. “The night we christened your new office and the supply room.” Taehyung suddenly froze beside her as the memories flooded him. “Oh fuck! Please tell me nobody saw us. How the hell did nobody on my team hear about this?” Mae grabbed him, stopping his panicked hands from reaching in his pocket from his phone.
“Tae, calm down. Nobody saw us.”
“Then what the hell happened?”
“Drunken Mae and Tae is what happened.” Mae laughed as he repeated her words, trying to decipher what they meant. “It wasn’t the stress,” she added, hoping he’d catch on.
“Drunken Mae and Tae. It wasn’t the stress,” he whispered over and over until it finally hit him. Taehyung’s eyes widened and he turned to look at his wife who was now smiling beside him. “No? What? No? You’re not! We aren’t?”
“Yes, Tae. We are.” Mae laughed at the many faces he was making. “In about four months,” she added, placing her hand on her stomach. The irregular periods and weight she’d gain she’d assumed was stress, but when she couldn’t keep anything down last week she thought she’d visit the doctors just in case. She’d taken a couple of tests but they came back negative. So she decided to go to the  doctor and get some blood work done.
“I need to call my parents.” Taehyung stood up and pulled his phone from his pocket, but froze before hitting the call button. “Appa is going to be upset with us. He’s going to be happy about the baby. But he’s going to be upset that we were drunk when it happened.”
“I don’t think he needs to know all the details, Tae.” Mae laughed, standing up and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Taehyung wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping her from leaving his side. “Thank you, Mae. Thank you for once again making me the happiest man in the world,” he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss on her lips. “I love you, Mae.”
An uncontrollable smile spread across her face as she looked into the eyes of her husband. “I love you too, Tae.”
Taehyung hugged her close and kissed her forehead. “I can’t believe we are going to be parents.”
“You’re going to be what?” Veronica’s loud voice caused the couple to jump apart and look at the woman standing just outside the french doors. “Did you just say what I think you just said?”
“I…umm…I guess that depends on what you heard?”
The shorter woman leaned into the doorway a little and whispered. “You're pregnant?” Veronica’s eyes widened when Mae smiled and nodded. “Oh my god!” she said, stepping back. “Guys! She finally did it! She finally admitted to fucking him! Yoongi, start pouring the drinks! We are going to be aunts and uncles!”
Taehyung and Mae both laughed as they looked at their friends through the large window. Each of their faces showed a mixture of shock and excitement. “Well, she just made our jobs a lot easier.” Mae said in amusement.
“Do you think she’ll call Appa for me?”
Mae laughed and kissed him on the cheek before grabbing his hand and guiding him to the door. “No can do, Kim Taehyung. You’re the one that started the office sex and now you must pay the price.”
“You’re no fun.”
THE END
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I need to rant about Cassandra from Tangled the Series
Let's get one thing out of the way; I love her! Got it? OK, let's move on! (spoilers for the whole show btw)
Content warnings: abuse, child neglect, toxic friends
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If you've watched Tangled the Series, you'll remember Cassandra, Rapunzel's Lady in Waiting, and the villain for season 3. She's a bit rough around the edges, she's goal-oriented, and she'd much, much rather be a knight than a Lady in Waiting. But, she fulfills her duties and takes care of Rapunzel.
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In season 2 and 3, we find out that Cassandra is Gothel's biological daughter (!), and this is where my rant begins. Because they. did. her. dirty.
Cassandra. Not Gothel...
When Cassandra finds out Gothel was her biological mother, she is rightfully angry - but she directs her anger at Rapunzel. ......... wut?
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I'll be honest, I have nothing new to add, so here goes; Cassandra was, throughout the show, obviously not happy with where she was. She knew she was capable of MORE, and she felt like the world held her back - which it did. She gave up opportunities in favor of helping Rapunzel, but she was also shown to be smart.
And that's the key word; she was smart.
Never once did Cassandra seem to forget about Rapunzel's situation; on the contrary, she was often a bit annoyed with how naïve she could be, which resulted in her being overly protective. She knew Rapunzel had been kept hidden and isolated, she knew she'd been imprisoned.
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When she got ahold of the moondrop after learning about her and Gothel's relation, Cassandra's rage is turned towards Rapunzel and the Kingdom of Corona (I love how Rapunzel is the Princess of Corona and was also forced to isolate...), and... why?
To me, it made no sense that she'd do this. Cassandra wasn't shown to have a bad life. She was raised by the captain of the guards, Rapunzel makes it clear that she loves her, even Eugene steps up and becomes a sort of low-key frienemie of her's... Cassandra's anger was so out of character it threw me off completely (still watched and loved the show!)...
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After watching the show almost 2 years ago, I talked with a friend about this. I no longer talk to this friend, because she was toxic AF, but I clearly remember her using this argument when I said Cassandra was deeply in the wrong: "Well, you just don't know how it feels when your mother loves someone else more than you!"
... there's a lot to unpack there, and I won't get into it. However, I still deeply believe my ex-friend was wrong.
Because Gothel didn't love Rapunzel more than Cassandra.
Gothel didn't love either of them.
And Cassandra was smart enough to have known, if not this, then that her biological mother didn't love Rapunzel.
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I like to put this into a modern perspective if I have to go that far: Imagine a woman kidnaps a little girl and keep her in her basement for 18 years. This woman has a daughter that, sure, she keeps her alive, but she also neglect her.
The daughter gets taken away for child neglect, and when she's 18, the girl in the basement gets rescued. The two of them meet, and the daughter starts attacking the girl and yelling at her because she "stole her mother's love".
I don't think any rational person would think of that as rational.
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So what is my problem? Well, my problem isn't Cassandra or that she became the villain by season 3 - my problem is that it was handled through victim blaming despite having a lot of potential.
How could this've worked? Let me se...
We keep everything the same - Gothel is still Cassandra's mother, she finds out the same way, but! She tells Rapunzel. She's crying, maybe even apologizing (even though she doesn't have anything to apologize for), and the two of them bond even more over their shared trauma caused by Gothel.
But then people find out. They start alienating Cassandra, seeing her as the daughter of the woman who kidnapped their princess. Even the king and queen demote her, her adopted father, the Captain, can't do anything.
Rapunzel tries to help her, but Cassandra's life falls apart. Not because of her, but because of her mother.
She's angry. She's spent her whole life serving and protecting, being there to take care of the Princess and doing everything in her might to prove herself as a good soldier.
And just like that, it all vanishes.
She becomes desperate. And this is where Zhan Tiri comes in.
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She shows up like a little girl, still, but tells Cassandra she knew Gothel and that the two of them learned about the powers of the sun drop together; and she knows how Cassandra can right her mother's wrongs.
Zhan Tiri starts gaslighting Cassandra when she won't have it at first, telling her her friends are being fake or doesn't completely trust her - basically sowing doubt like in the actual show.
In the end, she manage to convince Cassandra that the moondrop will have the power to make everyone forget Gothel is Cassandra's mother. This'll give Cassandra something to do in season 3 instead of just kinda walking around (now she has a lot of memories to erase), but the moondrop and Zhan Tiri will also have time to eat her away even further.
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Cassandra does wrong things. She hurts people. And when her friends tries to stop her, her mind's been twisted into believing that it's because they're afraid of her mother. Feeling lost and hopeless, we get the same conclusion with a few tweaks, specifically to her motivation and hatred towards Rapunzel.
Cassandra no longer hates Rapunzel or her friends; she hates Corona for turning on her, and she hates herself and her mother. But she is still, deep within, a hero driven by morals.
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Does this have any big conclusion? No? Purpose? Uh... I guess "@disneyanimation, please hire me, you won't regret it"? Other than that?
... nah, I just remembered my friend's half-assed excuse for Cassandra and got really mad...
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