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"It's my fault, it's my fault," you sobbed, rocking back and forward on Esme's wooden kitchen chair. The alcohol placed in front of you still full. You couldn't even swallow. Your throat felt like someone was choking you, squeezing every millimetre of air from your lungs. How was your heart still beating? How?
When a part of you was missing?
Esme rested a hand on your shoulder, a toddler cradled against her opposite hip. She couldn't imagine what you were going through. She didn't want to imagine what you were going through. Your child, your flesh and blood. If she ever laid eyes on Grace again, she would curse her. She didn't deserve Tommy, and the life he had given her.
Once a traitor, always a traitor.
"It's not your fault, Y/n," Esme tried to reason with you. "You had no idea that crazy bitch was going to..." She decided that she had to choose her words carefully. Not upset you further. Sinking into the chair beside you, wrapped an arm around you.
"They will find him," Turning your head, you looked at her. Your eyes so full of hope. "They will move heaven and earth to find him," she reiterated. "I can feel it in my bones,"
Tommy stood at the edge of the port, tension coiling in his stomach. A circle of men surrounded the ship that loomed before him. They were stopping every passerby, scrutinising faces and searching bags with a relentless determination. A nagging doubt crept into Tommy's mind.
Had he arrived too late? His instincts had guided him here, yet the uncertainty still niggled. The notion that Grace might have slipped away, to the far reaches of the country gnawed at him. What if she was already miles away? She could even be hiding in plain sight?
Surely she wouldn’t have the ordasity to go back to Arrow House. No, he shook that thought away. Frances had informed him, the driver had dropped her off in town. Stubbing out his cigarette, he climbed back into his car.
“Me need a wee wee,” Isaac said, wiping his eyes with his hands. He was cold now, the jacket the bad man had given him not helping against the bitter winter cold. He wished he was in his warm bed.
“Shh,” Grace hissed at him, pulling him further against her.
At least trying to shield him from the wind. They had been stood on the corner of this building for twenty minutes. Luca was sure he had spotted one of Tommy’s men and went to have a look. What was taking him so long?
After completing yet another slow lap around the port in his car, Tommy finally parked and stepped out, the night air cool against his skin. The glow of the streetlights barely illuminated the area, casting shadows on the pavement. He spotted John and Arthur leaning against a rusted cargo container, their faces etched with concern.
"Anything?" Tommy asked, a sense of hope creeping into his voice. He scanned the darkness around them, his heart racing as he prayed for some vital information that might shed light on the situation.
"Something," Arthur answered, tilting his head. "This way,"
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Grace decided she couldn't wait any longer. Grasping Isaac's hand, she kept her head bowed and headed for the ship. She didn't even have the tickets, Luca did. She had the funds, she would just pay them off. She felt the anger building inside of her, why had she trusted Luca?
All men let her down.
"You need to keep quiet and be good, Henry," she warned, squeezing his hand much tighter than was necessary.
Moving through the crowd, she stood beside a tall man. He looked around her age, if she could slip on next to him. People would think they were a family. Her heart was beating so fast, she had to take a deep breath. She felt dizzy, just face forward and keep walking. She reminded herself, don't make eye contact.
Keep the smile fixed on your face.
"Where the fuck is he?!" Tommy growled at Luca, pummelling his fists into his face over and over. Oh, he would love to just kill him. But he needed the information first. Luca spat a pool of thick congealed blood onto the floor, before turning back to look up at Tommy.
"Too busy with your whore, to realise I was fucking your wife," Luca breathed out, his chest wheezing. A smile beginning to rise on his swollen face.
Tommy saw red in that moment, pulling out a knife, he held it against Luca's neck. "You think I give a flying fuck about Grace?" he snarled, eyes turning so dark, no hint of his famous baby blues could be seen.
“He is a kid, a fucking kid, who needs his mother!" he dug the knife in further, a slow trickle of blood spilling onto Luca's shirt.
"Not a fucking pawn in your fucked up game!" Tommy bellowed, his voice ringing through the warehouse.
"I don't give a fuck about the kid, that was your fucking wife," he managed to answer.
Grabbing his throat with his bare hands, Tommy squeezed as hard as he could. "Where is he?" his voice was now so low, it was a mere growl. His knuckles began to turn white, using all of his energy. Gaining no response, he pulled out his gun. Pointing it at Luca's temple. No way would this low life die for Grace.
She was a fuck to him, that was it. And she probably didn't even realise that.
"Ship, on the ship," he stuttered out. Pushing him away, Tommy fled the warehouse. He had men on the ship, they would stop them no doubt. They had to. He ran as fast as he could, through the warehouse. Onto the port.
"Stop!" he yelled, "Stop the ship,"
His legs burned, his chest ached, he couldn't catch his breath. Maybe this was the time to give up smoking, Tommy?
"Tickets, Madam," the ticket officer looked down his nose at Grace. The child next to her was trying to wriggle free, from her grasp.
"Oh," she spoke, her voice seductive, "My husband is already on board, he has the tickets. Henry stop it," she hissed.
"Are you ok there, young man?" the ticket officer asked Isaac. "You will love our ship," his eyes moved from Grace, to the boy and back. Unable to shake the sense of unease. Something wasn't right.
"He is fine," she snapped, attempting to move past the crowd.
"Isaac!" a deep voice yelled, Grace turned to see Tommy rushing toward them.
Her heart literally stopped, she had to remind herself to breathe. He would kill her for this, he was capable of it, she knew that. "Isaac!" he yelled again, opening his arms, as the little boy escaped Grace's grasp and ran towards Tommy.
He had fulfilled his promise. He had found your son. "Tommy," the little boy sobbed against Tommy's chest clinging to his neck. "Me see my Mummy?" Lifting him with ease he let the boy hold onto him, his eyes burning into Grace.
"I'm here, yes we will go and see Mummy," he reassured, trying to keep his voice jovial. "She is missing you so much, eh,"
"Yes please," Isaac replied, burying his head further into Tommy.
Taking a slow determined step forwards, Tommy grabbed Grace's arm. "Start fucking walking," he snarled, shoving her forward. "Don't fucking say a word,"
By 1am your panic had reached fever pitch. Pushing the chair away, you stood up again. Walking to Esme's window, pushing the net curtain back. Hoping someone would be there, hoping Isaac would simply appear before your eyes. Wiping your tears, your hands grabbed your hair.
"Try and get some rest," Esme spoke softly, putting more coal into the fire.
"I can't, I can't," you repeated, sinking to your knees. Esme simply hugged you trying to offer you some comfort. Your throat burned from crying and screaming. You had worn yourself out, it would be so easy to just go to sleep. Just close your eyes.
A click…. A tiny click, that’s what broke you from your sobs. The door opening....footsteps, and an unmistakable voice.
synopsis ┊ thrust into the spotlight, ken sato had easily become the next big thing tokyo had seen in decades. alongside his fame came the inevitable string of rumors, of which sprung forth scandals and discrediting information against his image. of course the obvious and most rational solution would be to address them like every other celebrity, but this was ken sato; nothing would ever be rational with him, which is how you wound up with a ring on your finger and the sato name in your papers.
pairing ┊ ken sato x fem-PA!reader, ken sato x fake-wife!reader
warnings ┊ mild cursing, eventual smut, mentions of alcohol, all events in ultraman: rising take place a year after kenji moves back to japan
word count ┊ 3.2k
author’s note ┊ YAPPEE! part two officially out- so sorry for the wait EUEUEU… hehe hope the things that happen in this chapter make up for it being a few days late :p also, i will not be accepting anymore tag list requests! this is due to the amount of users that i can tag per post T^T … nonetheless, i hope you guys enjoy the chap! happy reading :D
p.s. i will be blocking the people who message me (rudely) to “hurry up” with the next chapters. i understand most, if not, all of you are excited to read the next chapters, but please do understand that i have my own schedule too :,)
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YOU HELD YOUR HEAD IN YOUR HANDS, GROANING INTO YOUR PALMS. In front of you sat the thorn at your side, Ken Sato. He had just finished reading- or rather, skimming through the files you had stayed up compiling. You peeked at him through your fingers before standing up to erase yet another column of pros and cons from the board.
Taking a swig from the energy drink he had brought you, you shake your head as you try to figure out what to do next. Truth be told, you were just eager to leave. You had two weeks left until you could finally let these burdensome tasks go, all you wanted was for Ken to go along with your last few instructions so as to make your exit easier.
“I don’t get what’s so hard about this, Ken.” You say, turning back around to face him. “You pick a girl, you ‘date’ her for a bit, and then you ‘split up’ amicably. Simple as that.”
He tilted his head at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips. “Oh sure, yeah. Let me just go out with a random girl and act like I’m head over heels in love with her.”
“Yes, exactly that.” You reply with the same tone, going back to your seat. “Now you’re getting it!”
He rolls his eyes, placing the stapled papers back on your desk. “I get it, I fucked up. But I still don’t get why you’re so…” He pauses, pressing his lips into a thin line and gesturing with his hands. “Persistent in actually trying to get me to date someone for the sake of my screw up.”
“And I don’t get why I have to keep reminding you of why I need to do this.” You lean back into your chair while pinching the bridge of your nose. “You were the one who-”
“-’Told the entire world you were in love’, yes I know! You’ve only said that like, what, a hundred times over?” He cuts you off, crossing his arms. “I know what I did. But I also know that I have a choice in this matter, don’t I?”
You go to reply but stop when you register his words. You knew that, obviously, which is why you had multiple plans. You were giving him the chance to choose, were you not? The various notes and drafted project plans were proof of that. They were all laid out right in front of him, what more could he possibly want? You look at him briefly, your eyes scanning his expression before darting back to the things scattered atop your desk.
“I’m giving you choices.” You say flatly, slowly looking back up at him.
“No, you’re giving me options and expecting me to choose.” He counters, his hand gesturing towards the papers. “I’m talking about my choice. My plan, suggestion, whatever you want to call it.”
“So what is your plan? Because as far as I’m concerned, you don’t seem to actually have one.” You reply, brows slightly furrowing at his stubbornness.
“And that’s the point. I don’t need a plan,” He pauses, pointing his finger directly onto one of the outlines and it towards you. “I just need to ride it out.”
You let out a scoff, stunned at how Ken was still treating this so lightly. The corners of your lips tug up a bit, and you end up letting out a soft laugh in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Am I, though?” He leans back, maintaining eye contact with you. “It’s the choice that takes the least effort. And besides, I thought you liked it when I kept things private.”
“Oh, don’t circle this back to me.” You say, pointing a finger at him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to address your little mishaps?”
“Yes, I do. Which is why I’m trying to help you.” He says a-matter-of-factly, his eyebrows raising as if to emphasize how much he understands what your job entails.
“No, you don’t.” You argue back, mimicking his crossed arms.
“Were you always this stubborn?” Ken says, catching you off guard.
You feel your features scrunch up in confusion and annoyance, narrowed eyes slanting even more as this back-and-forth of yours keeps going. “You’re one to talk.”
At that he smirks slightly, rolling his eyes as he pokes a tongue into his cheek. The audacity of this man to act annoyed. You think, all the while you continue to glare at him. You close your eyes for the umpteenth time that morning, taking in a deep breath as your nails dig into your palms. Despite wanting to calm yourself down, his words rang in your head like an unwanted mantra.
His choice.
Would it be so bad to give Ken free reign on this? Granted, he was the one who caused it. Why be the one to clean up his mess- again, for that matter? You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head once more. You could never understand how his mind worked, and you figured you probably never would. You tapped against the desk with your pen, bouncing your leg as you pondered on what to do.
Your plan? Everything sets sail smoothly, with only the liability being either party slips up. Which, in your defense, you could cover up in the blink of an eye. His plan? No plotline with room for spontaneous detail sharing whenever he pleased. More work for you, more freedom for him. You stopped tapping then, clicking your pen into place. In your moment of contemplation, you had realized then this entire thing was useless. His plan, your plan, all the plans. None of them mattered, not if the end result was going to be the same.
Goddamnit, you hated Ken Sato.
You flip one of the stapled pieces of paper over, drawing over the blank side. “The start of your first full season with the Giants is in less than fourteen days. By then we would need to have already released another press release- ideally before your conference.”
Ken jumps slightly, caught off guard by your sudden return to work mode. He watches as you line up different keywords with boxy arrows, all of which lead up to the ‘end’ of his lie. “What exactly am I looking at?”
You flash him a smile, albeit a fake one, and slide the paper to him. “Your plan.” Leaning back in your chair, you make a show of stretching your arms. “You’re right, we should go with your plan.”
He laughs then, noting the lingering hints of sarcasm in your tone. “[Y/N], what are you doing?”
“Giving you your choice.” You reply with a small shrug.
“Yeah, I can see that.” He says, his smile slightly faltering. “But… why?”
“It’s your life, isn’t it?” You tilt your head to the side, your lips pressed into a thin line.
Now it’s his turn to be confused and annoyed. The way he understood this, you were letting him win. You were waving a white flag, surrendering to his incessant pleading. He scrunched his brows, still trying to process your words. You continued to sit there, waiting eerily patiently for him to respond.
“And you’re serious about this?” He questions once more, hesitant to believe that you of all people would back down so quickly.
“Mhm,” You hum, fiddling with your thumbs. “I’m just your assistant. Well, for two more weeks, that is.”
He felt like he was being played. He blinked at you, mouth slightly agape. The you that was sitting in front of him now was different from the you thirty-six hours ago. Yesterday, you were desperate for him to follow your plans. He recalled your words, ‘If you're actually as sorry as you say you are, you’ll do as I say.’ But now that you’re telling him to do exactly what he wants, he’s nervous.
Nervous that he finally caused you to hate him for good.
“If you’re done sitting there like I said something stupid, you can go. Coach wants to see the team, it’d be in your best favor not to be on his bad side two weeks before playoffs.” You say, not even looking at him directly.
He clears his throat, licking his lips. “Right, well, okay.” He stands up, sliding himself into his jacket before walking towards the door. “See you, then.”
You only hum in response, still not looking at him as you continue fixing all of the papers on your desk. Just before he’s fully out of your office though, you call out to him.
“Yeah?” He answers immediately, peeking his head through the door.
“Have fun riding it out.” You say, flashing him a smile. A real one, this time.
A WEEK HAD GONE BY JUST LIKE THAT. Surprisingly, Ken had been able to keep things under control. Even his comments to street paparazzis were concise, almost as if you were the one who coached him his lines. While you had expected him to do nothing, just as he suggested, you hadn’t expected him to last this long without an intervention from you.
You sat by your window as your body sunk into your armchair, your eyes threatening to close. The early blue hues of the morning had started to break through the night sky, the clouds slowly parting to clear the sky. You typed vigorously against the keys of your laptop, eyes following the blinking cursor to prevent yourself from falling asleep right then and there.
You had been up for hours constructing your updated résumé, keeping all your needed information concise and in one page. Despite having a well-rounded history in regards to jobs, the lingering fear of keeping yourself afloat was an inevitable burden you were scared of accidentally fulfilling. You had family, yes, but relying on them did something to your pride. Most especially since you had been low-contact ever since you abruptly moved to the city.
Seeking help from friends was another option that was off the table. In all your years of working in the entertainment industry, the amount of people you had let into your life dwindled as you realized people’s true intentions. You had merely three people left in your life, and that was by far more than enough to keep you sane throughout the rest of your life.
You sighed heavily, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. Truth be told, despite the factor of having to deal with Ken, this job has been the best in terms of your benefits. He was much like you- little circle, low-contact. Even his own team was a limited number, leaving you to deal with other jobs and tasks that would otherwise be done by different people. Yes, the workload was tiring, but the pay was enough to keep you alive ten times over. You could only say a silent prayer to whoever was listening to bless you once more once you let go of this for good.
You sat back, finally satisfied with the way your page was laid out. You faced towards your window, closing your eyes as your breathing steadied. The birds were starting to chirp, the sun casting a foggy glow through the clouds. In this moment of solitude, you allowed yourself to relax; it was more than deserved. Not like anything could happen in your sleep, right?
WRONG, SO VERY WRONG. You groaned as you were awakened by the continuous buzzing of your phone. At first you had thought it was an alarm you had accidentally forgotten to shut off, but when it continued on, you eventually had to force yourself to wake up.
The sun was high up now, bright rays peeking through your blinds. You squinted, uncurling yourself from your chair as you got up and stretched. You yawned, scratching your head as you finally unlocked your phone. You were greeted with an endless stream of notifications, your mail app and other social media platforms pinging by the second. There was also the factor of the loud noise outside, though you made it out to be some kind of commotion or parade.
Your screen then flashed the caller ID of an unknown number, followed by another sea of notifications. You blink yourself awake, now slightly worried at just how much texts and emails you had been receiving. Did Ken do something? Did someone die? Did Ken die?
Before you could even open any of the messages, you hear the familiar ringtone of one of your closest friends. You slide to answer, pressing your phone up to your ear. “Ami? What’s up, what’s wrong?”
She laughed, and you could practically see her shaking her head at you. “I’m guessing you just woke up? Check literally any news outlet right now, you’re gonna wanna see this.”
What the hell was going on? You mumbled something in reply, putting her on speaker as you did what she asked.
You wished you hadn’t. In bold, bright red letters, the article’s headline read:
Extra Innings in the Press Box: Ken Sato’s Hidden Romance with Assistant Revealed!
What you saw next nearly had you chucking your phone into the nearest wall. Attached right under the headline was you and Ken. You and Ken. You let out a curse, and you could hear the sighs coming from Ami on the other line. The picture was clearly shot from a hidden vantage point, the branches from the trees blocking the camera proof of it. Despite the distance, though, yours and Ken’s faces were clearly visible.
“What the fuck!” You yell, now fully awake eyes wide in confusion. “When was this released? H-How did-”
“Two hours ago. Apparently some passerby sold the picture to the press, and said passerby just happened to be paparazzi.” Ami cuts you off, her tone serious yet concerned. “Trust me, if I had known something like this was going to be released, I would’ve done something about it.”
You left your phone on the kitchen counter as you paced back and forth, your hand glued to your forehead as you tried to wrap your mind around what was happening. Obviously it wasn’t true, you of all people knew that. But nobody else did, and that was the problem.
“Ami what the hell is happening?” You manage to breathe out, still pacing. “This is all so-”
“Much? Yeah, I know.” She cuts you off again, and you can hear the bustling sounds from her office. “My own publisher is on my neck for this, God only knows what you’re going through. Are you okay? If you need help this could technically be classified as invasion of-”
“I do need help because this whole thing isn’t-” You start, but are ultimately cut off again when you hear the sounds grow louder outside.
“[Y/N]? ‘You there?” Ami’s muffled voice calls out as you walk towards your window, peeking down to where the commotion was coming from.
“Oh shit.” You gasp out, eyes widening even more as you realize the noises were coming from the sea of reporters and photographers waiting outside your townhouse.
You swallowed hard, stepping back from the window with a hand to your mouth. This cannot be happening, this had to be some sick nightmare. Stumbling towards your phone, you mumbled some reply about needing to go before abruptly hanging up the call. Rude, perhaps, but Ami would understand.
In the span of two hours of that damn article being released, eager and greedy gossip outlets had found your address and swarmed your only safe space. You held your phone close to your chest, running up to your room as you tried to catch your breath. You closed your eyes once more, breathing in and out heavily. The more you tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t happening, the more you slowly realized that it actually was.
You opened your phone once more, muting all your socials and other messaging apps. You needed to think, and you needed to act fast. By memory, your fingers automatically scroll for Ken’s legal team. Having gotten him out of falsified defamations multiple times, acting during these types of situations was almost a second habit. But this didn’t involve just him, it involved you. You were a part of this mess, you couldn’t be the one to solve it.
A mantra of curses conjured up in your head, and you delete the previous number you had dialed in. Think, damnit. Think, think, think. You thought to yourself, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you prayed for a solution to be presented to you. An alternative popped up into your brain then. Albeit that alternative was stupid, but it was something.
You dialed his number, anxiously waiting as it rang.
KEN WAS ON HIS BREAK, SITTING ON THE BENCH AS HE WIPED THE SWEAT OFF HIS FOREHEAD. Playoffs were about to start, and Shimura was working them to the bone to make sure everyone had their head in the game. He let out a deep breath through his nose, arms resting on his knees as tried to calm down after a few laps around the stadium. The rest of his teammates seemed to be reacting obnoxiously over something, though he didn’t have the energy to feign enthusiasm.
One of his teammates teasingly nudged him then, giving him a playful grin. “Your secret’s out, huh? All this time you were with her.”
Ken laughed it off, still oblivious to the fact that nearly all of Japan now knew the face of his supposed girlfriend. He noted the specification in his tone, as if he were referring to a mutual friend of theirs. Which, again, was impossible- nobody but you knew the secret he was hiding. He gave them a nod before returning back to his own space.
He felt his watch buzz against his wrist, and he was all but surprised to see you calling him on your day off. He sat up straight then, grabbing his phone to answer the call. He had to admit, he answered a little too excitedly. Or nervously. He couldn’t differentiate the two, not when it involved you. Ever since the start of this stunt, something in him shifts whenever you or anything related to you gets mentioned. He brushed it off as some sort of familiarity attachment, the weight of your sudden resignation still heavy on his shoulders.
Was he sad to let you go? Maybe, he wasn’t entirely sure. Aside from the fact that he had Mina, you did your job well. You knew the ins and outs of everything he liked and disliked, you kept him organized and on track. Sure, losing you would be another hurdle he would have to get over, but that doesn’t mean he would be… impotent without you. He clears his throat before he finally brings the phone up to his ear.
“Hey-” He starts, but stops when he notices the frantic panic in your voice. “Woah, hey slow down. What happened?”
“You happened.” You reply then, albeit through a shaky breath.
“What?” He questions, brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s exactly as I said. You happened,” You paused, taking in a deep breath. “And now I need your help. Please.”
Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC
Back story + physical description = OC
Back story + no physical description = reader insert
Yall just think abt it a Thorfinn x Black reader and it takes place during the movie if Hunchback of Notre Dame with the same stuff that plays out with Quasimodo being Quadi but it’s just Esmeralda and Phoebus are swapped out for reader and Thorfinn OR add a different love interest instead of Phoebus it’s an OC or something and make reader have 2-3 love interest but ultimately ends up with Thorfinn at the end
Let me know if this is a good idea or not or if I’m just crazy :3
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I hate when yall write the same kind of personality for self insert fics.
I don’t want to keep seeing the same easily flustered, no backbone, cries a lot Y/N. Here are some versions that I think would work better for each character.
Sweetheart Y/N: Caretaker, blushy, scolds character for not taking care of themselves. Best for slice of life AU’s or as a quirkless character. [Midoriya, Hawks, Dabi, Toshinori, Aizawa]
Bestie/Sacrificial Y/N: Fun, overly understanding, forgiving, compassionate, competitive. Best for angst and/or character development. [Dabi, Shigaraki, Bakugou, Aizawa, Hawks.]
More variety please & thank you 🩵 also please make it long
Edit: The way people are bitching about this post is crazy. I legitimately do not care how you write, it’s YOUR writing. But you have options, that is the point. This post was not a personal attack to ANYONE. Just have fun writing and push yourself.
As you stood there, your heart felt as though it had stopped beating at that very moment. Your breathing started to slow down as your smile faltered and transformed into a frown. A look of profound sadness and sorrow took over your face as you gazed at the scene before you.
Your eyes were fixed on Lucifer, one of the most beautiful angels in all of Heaven, the one you had opened your heart up to and shared your deepest feelings with.
But now, you were witnessing him cheating on you with Lilith, the first woman and Adam's wife. The pain you felt was almost unbearable, as you watched the love of your life betray your trust and shatter your heart into a million pieces.
You could feel your throat closing as your breathing quickened. You felt sick to your stomach as if someone had punched you in the gut. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to scream. To cry, to disappear from existence. You couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing to you, were you not enough?
Were you not as beautiful as she is? Were you too clingy? To annoying? Why did he betray you and your trust?
He promised to always be by your side when you needed him, to always catch you when you fall. To be your shoulder to cry on. To never break your trust.
But here he was breaking that very promise and trust, leaving you feeling empty and hollow. The two of you were made for each other, and with the scene unfolding before you. Made you think otherwise.
“I love you, Lilith,” whispered Lucifer, as he stared at Lilith in awe kissing her on the lips.
Your whole world shattered as your back hit the tree, and you slid down onto the ground. Placing your hand over your mouth, muffling your wails. You couldn’t breathe and felt the world closing in on you. You were nothing to him. You sniffled quietly placing your head into your hands, and wept as you swiftly flew away.
You fell into a heap on the floor of your house, sobbing as you curled up into a ball. You saw everything and what you saw would forever be engraved into your memory, you’ll never get it out of your head. Seeing them like that, him like that with another woman. Made your stomach turn, how could he do such a thing to you?
“W- Was I not enough?” You whimpered, as you lay in the fetal position. Your face is red and puffy cheeks stained with tears, your heart aching and unbearable pain. You knew he felt what you were going through at this moment, and couldn’t care less to comfort you. Your love was bound and could feel each other's emotions when they became severe, and you knew for a fact he could feel it.
But didn’t care enough to comfort you. He was having too much fun with Lilith, doing things that he should only be doing to you his lover.
You thought he would never do such a thing to you. Never betray you and break your heart, and here he was ripping it right out of your throat. If he had noticed you would he have stopped? Would he have kept going? Taunting you, teasing you, on an act he’d never done to you. Such an act he’ll never do to you now.
You thought your relationship was good perfect even. Yes, you had the occasional fight but would always end up back in each other’s arms, holding each other lovingly. Feeling safe and secure in each other's warm embrace.
“I'm so sorry, my dear duckling," he whispered, pulling you close and showering your shoulder with gentle kisses. "Please know that I understand how you feel.”
"I forgive you, Luci," you said, enveloping him in a warm embrace and smiling through your tears as he held you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and whispered comforting words in your ear, promising to make things right.
You banged your fist against the cold ground; gripping at the fabric of your clothes, as you cried. The tears didn’t seem to stop and wouldn’t anytime soon. You couldn’t breathe, the room around you started to spin. You felt dizzy and nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat causing you to gag. You swallowed and gripped the side of your head.
You tossed it to the ground, screaming and crying in anger and frustration. “HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME!” You shouted, trashing everything that reminded you of him. You couldn’t stop crying, the things this man did to you. How he made you smile and laugh, how he made you fall head over heels.
You wanted to disappear and fade back into dust, your original form. To not be forced to live with this pain for all eternity, knowing that even after this you’d still love him. He’d come back and apologize slowly making up for it but…..
You stood there with the other angels, his siblings trying their best to comfort you. As you watched him be banished from Heaven, cast down with his new lover. Leaving you there alone in Heaven, with no shoulder to cry on.
You found yourself standing amidst a group of angels, feeling a sense of unease and trying hard to keep yourself composed. As you looked ahead, you noticed him standing before Lilith, his wings stretched out protectively, shielding her from any harm. The sight of him being so close to Lilith made your heart ache with a mixture of emotions.
You couldn't help but wonder if you were so unpleasant to look at that he couldn't even spare a glance in your direction. The whole situation left you feeling conflicted, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards Lilith, who seemed to have his undivided attention.
As you stood there looking at him, you noticed that his gaze had shifted to meet yours. It was then that you saw a hint of remorse in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness wash over you. In that moment, a single tear trickled down his cheek, and you averted your eyes, unable to bear the intensity of the situation.
As you looked away from him, he noticed the tears that had welled up in your own eyes, and the hollow, defeated expression etched on your face. It was a moment of deep emotional turmoil for both of you, and the silence that hung between you was almost suffocating.
“Nothing lasts forever,” Azrael said, as he placed his hand on your shoulder squeezing it gently in reasurrance.
You shook your head and stepped outside of the courtroom, stopping at the stairs. You reached around your neck taking off the necklace, Lucifer had given you years ago.
You stared at it for a moment, opening it. A soft melody played, tears trickled down her cheeks as whisps of yellow magic swirled, around the locket music box. A duck swam in a pond while a swan, swam up next to it nuzzling their heads into each other.
As she witnessed the heartwarming scene unfolding before her, she couldn't help but let out a choked sob. A tearful smile graced her face as she watched the duck and the swan gradually transform into Lucifer and You, respectively. The two characters held each other closely, their embrace exuding a sense of comfort and security.
Lucifer, still holding onto You, took to the skies, flying around with exuberance. His laughter filled the air, and his smile was contagious. You, too, shared in his joy, reveling in the moment with him.
As they soared through the clouds, a vivid memory of their first kiss flashed before your eyes. You remembered how you had wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, and he had held you close to him. The moment had been magical, and it was a memory that you cherished deeply.
You smiled, closing the locket as a gust of wind blew the magic away, and you along with it, returning back to your original form to dust.
A/n: idk what I just created there’s no part ii for this unless y’all beg me for it but idk still]
OKAY MY LAST INVINCIBLE POST BEFORE DEDICATING TO REQUESTS FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH DON'T KILL ME! THIS TIME IT'S FLUFF!
Mark Grayson/Invincible x Starfire!Reader
Imagine being an alien similar to DC's Starfire, you can follow the original line of the character (I follow more than anything the one from the comics or the 2003 series) where your planet was conquered by another race (thanks to your sister) Or you can go the more "family friendly" line, which is that you decided to explore the world outside your home planet but ended up in the hands of some kind of intergalactic trafficking network.
I imagine that if it is the first case, it is most likely that your race has been conquered by the Viltrumite themselves, which caused a MASSACRE to occur from which you and your sister were miraculously able to escape.
Regardless of what you choose, you ended up on Earth, although having gone through great traumatic events, so when you see this new world, with a strange species, you begin to attack by mere instinct (like what Starfire did in the first chapter of Teen Titans)
That's when Mark or rather INVINCIBLE appears.
He tries to fight you at first, get you away from the civilians, that is until he realizes how scared you are (especially if we're talking about the case of the Viltrumite invasion and you realize that Mark IS a Viltrumite). So he tries to change his strategy and try to calm you down as much as he can.
When he succeeds, he ends up taking you to the Globe's guardians to see what to do. I imagine that you are a little different than the original Starfire, you are more scared and defensive in this situation, at first you only trusted Mark.
For this reason, Cecil decides that you will stay in the Pentagon until they know what to do with you. Mark helps you learn the "normal" things of the Earth and show Cecil that you are not a threat.
(if you had to learn the human language by "lip contact" the whole team definitely makes fun of Mark a little for being in love now).
Imagine Mark and Eve bringing you clothes to try on!🥺Eve probably just created it out of nowhere, but she also brings clothes that her parents give her that she doesn't want and for some reason you like.
Mark offers to help you train! At first he tries to go easy on you, but when you almost knock him out with your laser beams, he learns his lesson.
He definitely takes you out to eat junk food! More when he realizes that the Pentagon's food doesn't help you much because of your big appetite. Mark was surprised at how much food you could eat but luckily Cecil pays for it (just don't tell him yet🤫)
Definitely one of Mark's favorite things about you, when you're over the trauma, is your innocent attitude, even after all, you're very bubbly and friendly. which is at least difficult to find in your line of work, so he wants to keep that part of yourself as much as possible.
Mark definitely took you to meet his mother, at first he was a little nervous that she wouldn't accept you after what happened with his father, but surprisingly Debbie took it very well.
Thanks to this you were able to learn more about the culture of the land, you constantly asked Debbie about the places she had seen, what they were like and their culture (even some anecdotes about Mark when he was a child), and with your bubbly and youthful attitude she did not It was difficult for Debbie to warm to you easily.
Apart from that it helped you fall in love with the land quite quickly, see its beauty for yourself, which encouraged you to be your own version of a hero.
When you want to become a heroine, Mark enters into an internal conflict. On the one hand, he KNOWS very well that you don't want someone to make decisions for you, he respects that, but on the other hand, he is TERRIFIED by the possibility that you will get hurt, captured, or lose. complete your being or worse, DIE.
It is probably thanks to this conversation that you two become a couple.
In general, at first Mark tries to do your first patrols with you to teach you the basics, then he lets you do whatever you want, and he is SO PROUD when you beat someone.
"THAT IS MY GIRL!" kind of proud.
He definitely really likes flying with you and just wandering, at least he feels like there you two have more privacy. Apart from that he likes how you look in your element. according to him.
If you talk about the first case of origin that I mentioned at the beginning and your sister comes back, Mark sees through ALL the red flags and will be the first to warn you about her, since he went through something similar with his family, you don't want to go through that.
If both fight together, POWER COUPLE. LITERAL. You have certain skills that Mark doesn't, so they complement each other very well.
If Mark gets hurt, you go into RAMPAGE MODE and honestly? Mark doesn't know if he should be scared or more in love. or excited.
If YOU get hurt GOD HELP US, MARK IS ANGRY---someone is going to have a bad time. And You a Lot of cuddles.
Overall, both of them are like two Golden Retrievers being happy together.
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Yall I’ve been listening to Why Me lord by Shaggy on repeat for at least a week now and listening to it made me think of the Tokyo revenger boys ALOT LIKE TELL ME THAT THIS SONG DOESNT MATCH THEM
Specifically these parts
Take heed, never take advantage of the things you need
Never let yourself be overcome by greed
Walk the straight and narrow and you shall succeed
Get your act up to speed
And try no matter what it takes to give a next man a blye
Everybody else deserve a piece of the pie
Honesty the best policy, no sell, no samfie
You no need fi ta ask why
LIKE OMG I THINK IT FITS SOME OF THE BOYS FR tell me what yall think and if yall agree please let me know which lyrics fit em best😮💨🙏🏾
Can yall lead me to where the draken x readers are THAT ARENT SMUT PLZ
Man I just be wanting some nice draken x readers where she like Mikey’s youngest half sister or full and her n draken start a blossoming romance when they meet when they were younger
BUT NOOOO ALL I SEE IN HIS TAGS ARE LOADS OF SMUT
It’s like can we just have a multiple series fanfic of a draken x reader where they meet thru Mikey and are just attached to each other and grow more together as years go by like shit🧍🏾♀️🧍🏾♀️
Summary: (From this post!) Miles is cheating on Gwen, but it's with you!
Warning: Suggestive themes (they're teens, come on 😣), heavy making out, manipulation, infidelity, whiny! Miles (i thought I'd be nice), the reader being kinda a bitch (but she's that bitch!), a little bit of angst.
Notes: I like this idea too much for my own good. 😌 (Photo is from @yunkaan in Twitter!)
Miles fucking phone is ringing non stop.
Breathing hard and unevenly, you pull away from the kiss, pulling Miles away by grabbing his hair. “Fucking hell...” he moans at the pain, which you only smacked his head for.
Miles arrived at your house, in the midst of crying his eyes out, so ever the great friend you were, offered your help. But if said generous action was going to be disturbed, it isn't gonna be as fun as it was forbidden anymore.
You grabbed the innocent phone from your nightstand, turning it on and seeing none other than the reason why he was here. Why he was in tears. You grinned to yourself, sparing a glance at the boy beneath you.
There was fourteen miscalls, 34 messages and only one voice call. He's fucked, you thought. And to think he put his phone on dnd. He's double fucked, and all the more reason for your to fix him.
For him to come back to you.
With quick work of applying your finger to the finger print botton, the screen unlocked. He said he was going to delete your print access. You spared the boy a glance. Liar. You pressed the phone app immediately.
Without doubt in your mind, you pressed the button for the one voice note. It plays, and the boy your straddling freezes on his spot.
“Voice note from ‘Gwen 😻’, would you like me to play it?’.” the voice from the phone says, which you agreed to by tapping the green button. Miles on the other hand, tried to stop you, but failed to do so when you raised your hands.
“Calmati guapito,” you grinned.
Gwen's voicemail played.
“Hey Miles, where are you? I've been trying to call you but you're not answering. We're still alright... right?”
You fought in a laugh. “What did you do to the bunny now, pendejo?” you snickered down at him, your fingers playing with his hair while the other held up the phone. He only groans, rolling his eyes. Sassy.
“I— i didn't mean to be so immature about it. I'm sorry i was jealous, i didn't trust you enough. You're right, you can be friends with whoever you want, but I just saw her as a competition and ruined the both of your friendship. I hope you forgive me, Miles. I trust you, and when you trust her—”
You don't let the saddened voice of Gwen echoe any longer when you turned off the phone, your gaze never leaving Miles. He doesn't seem phased, and the thought alone irks you.
“Friends?” you asked, your tone both incredulous and amused. Miles covers his face, as if the action could hide him from your humoured situation. “This is what you tell your girl when your tongues been in my—”
Miles hands instantly covers you mouth. “Okay, okay!” his hand fly up between his head, an upset pout in his lips. He's got the nerves.
“So that's what fueled you to go here? ‘Cause you got into an argument?” he doesn't seem to listen, so you take his chin to your hold.
“Listen boy,” and the way his eyes flutter up your meet yours sends an inappropriate shiver down your spine, which vibrates down your body, making Miles aware.
His eyes were your weakness.
“I-i don't care if she loves you, or you love her. But when you're here, in my fucking house, under me, you're mine.” his hands were in your hips, fingers digging in at your flesh. “But i guess you don't, yeah? ‘Cause your ass wouldn't be in my room right now if ya did.”
“Mamita, you know that's not it.” Miles shakes his head, but you doubt he even believes himself. If it's not it, precisely, then what? Why does he go to your house, seeking out your warmth, kissing your lips, embracing you, when he's got a whole girl in his grasp?
“Then fucking kill your phone when you're with me, or fuck—leave her.” you say, crossing both your arms, accentuating the shape of your breasts.
The last word marinates inside his head, before he take in a sharp breath. ”But ma—” a sharp glare from you is all he needs to stop. “—Or else i ain't playing with you no more. I'm tired of this shit, Miles. But guess what, I take you back everytime you come.”
Miles roles his eyes, groaning and knocking his head back before giving you a stern look. You scoff, tightening the crossing of your arms.
Suddenly, Miles, ever the lovely boy, quite harshly switched your position, flipping you over. You gasped at the action, light headed at how fast he was. So now, Miles was looking down at you, both his hands trapping your head, and his eyes pinned at yours.
You were about to kiss him when he pulls away, standing up and leaving your bed. “Where ya goin?” you angrily asked, arranging yourself better on your bed. “Out of here.” he picks up this discarded jacket and shoes that was on the floor, wearing it hastily. Oh, so now he's angry? After you humoured him?
You grabbed a pillow off your headboard, throwing it at him. “Fuck nah ya ain't.” he stumbles at the impact, before crashing down your wall. He let out a shocked gasp. He glared at you, and you grinned.
A ’what the fuck?’ is clear on his face. You chuckled at the sight, amused. “Come on, baby,” your voice was unbearably sweet. “I didn't mean to be mean, come here.” and disgustingly unlike you.
Miles doesn't budge for a minute or two, like thinking his odds and picking you was the most abominable thing. But then, he sighs a big sigh, takes his jacket off with a grumble, and takes off his shoes before standing right Infront of you.
You look up at him slowly, with your head first and eyes last. “You can't resist—”
Miles Morales, fifteen years old, studying at Vision Academy, shoves you to the bed, before he straddles you in between his knees and smirking down at your shocked state.
Miles soft plump lips collided with yours before you can resist, and you pulled him closer by his neck to deepen it. The kiss was out of frustration, confusion and a little bit of guilt in Miles part. But you loved it. He performs better when he's guilt ridden. His hands played with your waist, bit by bit lowering down to reach the end of your shirt, and climbing up to nip at your warm torso.
He pulls away, breathing harsh and heavy. He flashes you a big grin, and before you can hit him for startling you, Miles buried his face into your neck, both of his hands under your shirt too close to your chest.
“You can't resist me.” you say, but he doesn't answer. Because the both of you know how right you are.
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Heeyy anyone wanna make a Mark x Tamaranean Reader fanfic like she’s a Princess and had to flee her home planet with her family when she was young to earth and has been living there since but she’s still not accustomed to earth whatsoever BONUS she’s a hero a really loved one at that….
But yeah another concept if anyone wants to make any use of and also put their own ideas in it go aheaddd I am not a fic writer whatsoever and I’m bad at writing in general so yeeerr😭
Also I see y’all when y’all put comments under my post and please don’t be afraid to share anything you want in my comments I promise I’m not ignoring y’all I’m just not a talkative person on media like that😭😭
Anywhoooo have fun live long and if anyone decides to use this PLEASE TAG ME I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT AND ANY OTHER INVINCIBLE FANFICS TAG MEEE PLZZ😌
