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bless-my-demons · 9 months

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Redamancy: Chapter Thirteen

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

Warnings: None except for a cuss word and some tooth-rotting fluff

Notes: Oops, I lied - New Moon timeline has been pushed to the right a bit, I got carried away with this chapter lol this one got me cheesin’ hard. I can’t even wait to post this until my regular time, so enjoy!! (Hopefully I didn’t fuck up the tags - thank you to everyone that’s used the google form!)

Word Count: 2701

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• March 21st, 2005 • Cullen’s Residence •

Reader

The soothing motion of Carlisle’s car came to a gentle stop that didn’t completely wake me up. But the cold arms reaching under me to lift me from the vehicle certainly did. As he began to lift me, Jasper made sure to secure the hem of my dress for my modesty causing me to smile sleepily at his thoughtfulness.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” He asks quietly, speaking softly into my hairline.

“You.” I blush immediately at my whispered confession, keeping my eyes closed and face buried in his shoulder.

��Mmm, I think I like sleepy Y/n.” He says with a chuckle that rumbles through me.

I finally look up at our surroundings, noticing we’re at his house instead of mine.

“Why-”

“Your mom isn’t expecting us until tomorrow afternoon, normal people don’t make a twenty-four hour drive without sleeping.” Somehow he manages to open the front door without setting me down. “So, you’re going to get some rest while I go for a hunt.”

I blink up at him slowly as he continues his path through his house. I get another day with him? Well, however much is left once his hunger is satiated.

“My siblings are at school, Esme is redecorating with one of her clients, and Carlisle is at the hospital so the house is yours for most of the day.” Jasper explains, walking down the hallway and finally into his room before returning me gently back to solid ground.

His massive king bed is as immaculately made as the first time I saw it and just as inviting. The longer I admire the fluffy black duvet and mountain of pillows, the more aware I am of all the little aches and pains sleeping in the car caused. Not to mention the lingering tenderness of my healing ribs and the other broken parts of me.

Jasper turns me to face his black gaze, “Climb in and get some sleep, Esme stocked the kitchen for you and I’ll be back before you know it.” It comes out almost robotic, but I see that he’s trying - his hunger covers every inch of his face and keeps his body rigid.

“Take your time, I won’t leave without you.” I reassure him with a half smile, especially since I never made that exact promise in the hotel.

He leans in to plant a kiss to my temple before he’s gone with a small breeze and a lingering coolness on my skin as the only signs he was just there. Sighing, I slide the thick drapes closed to stop the morning sun from shining through the beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows.

I stop in the doorway to his closet before reaching the bed, contemplating snooping for something more comfortable to sleep in. Would stealing a shirt be too much? We aren’t even dating, but I do have permission to sleep in his bed… the dresser on the far wall tempts me forward. What’s one shirt to a vampire?

Sliding open the middle drawer in search of anything comfier than a dress, a small note card is waiting on top of his neatly folded shirts:

He doesn’t mind one bit.

- A

Christ, this woman thinks of everything. Grinning, I step out of my sundress and pick up a black short sleeve that’s a couple sizes too big. It hits the tops of my thighs, but since I’m home alone - I don’t think twice before climbing into his bed and situating myself for a much needed rest.

Inhaling the scent that’s so distinctly Jasper Hale, sleep finds me easily for the first time in a very long time.

Jasper

She’s in my shirt. In my bed. In my room. My sheets twisted around her legs. My pillows cradling her body. My scent mingling with hers and settling into the walls, the carpet, the bookshelves, the bed, my lungs.

I close my eyes and slowly retreat out of my room, shutting the door almost completely silent and resting my head on the wood.

“You good?” Emmett’s question almost startles me right out of my skin.

I sigh, “That hunt was almost for fucking nothing.” I turn my darkening eyes toward my brother to see surprise sweeping his face.

“You just got back!” He whisper yells with a wide-eyed look, knowing Y/n is asleep.

“She’s-” a low growl gets the better of me and I immediately tamp it down, closing my eyes in concentration.

A chuckle poorly contained slips from my brother and my eyes burst open to give him a deadly glare.

“You got it bad, brother.” He claps my shoulder with one of his massive hands and steers me down the hallway, putting distance between me and my greatest temptation. “You’ve got it so bad.”

Reader

I wake with a yawn and a stretch, relishing in the softness of Jasper’s sheets.

My eyes snap open. Jasper’s sheets.

I’m in Jasper Hale’s bed, wearing his shirt and my underwear and nothing else.

Shooting up into a sitting position, I glance around wildly trying to determine what time it was, but my eyes stop in the corner of his room. Jasper, sitting in a chair reading a book by a dim lamp.

“It’s almost seven, you slept most of the day. How was your nap, darlin’?” Setting his book down on his lap, he meets my gaze with a sly grin before sliding his eyes down my legs. “I see you made yourself comfortable.”

I gasp, “I-I uh-” fumbling for an explanation as to why I’m half-naked in his bed and absolutely failing.

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. A very nice view to come home to, so I guess you could say it’s more than alright.” He stalks forward slowly, light brown eyes holding me in a trance.

I blush deeply at his words and pull the blankets up to my chest, wishing these sheets could swallow me up.

Just then, a knock at the door and Alice pokes her head inside, “Oh good - you’re up! Get decent, everyone is getting together in the living room for movie night!” She finishes with a wink and is gone as fast as she arrived.

Jasper disappears into his closet and re-emerges with a pair of black sweats, setting them in my lap and leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “Can’t have a lady walking around in just my shirt, huh darlin’?”

Watching him duck out of the room so that I can slip on the bottoms, I contemplate making a run for it to put an end to all this teasing. The blush on my cheeks might as well be permanent.

Jasper

Movie night, really? I direct the thought at Edward and watch him throw a bored, pointed look at our scheming sister before leaving.

Alice replies with a grin, tossing me a blanket presumably for Y/n, “Oh hush, I’m just doing my sisterly duty of moving things along.” She floats past us, preparing the rom-com she selected.

“Don’t even look at me.” Rose waves a hand in dismissal as I raise my eyebrows at her, “I want nothing to do with your human.”

“C’mon, babe-” Emmett whines, but stops at the murderous look in his mate’s eyes. He continues anyways with a semi-serious whisper, “It’s the first time in like, forever since he’s even come close to getting any-”

I cut his inappropriate sentence off with a pillow to the face just as Y/n turns the corner into the room.

“Vampires have pillow fights at night?” She asks playfully, scanning the couch for a spot to sit. My clothes are swarming her and it stirs something I thought was long dead in my chest.

“Vampires do a lot of things at-” Emmett teases her, but this time Rosalie is the one to stop him with a smack to his chest.

Shaking my head, I find a spot on the opposite end of the long sectional from Emmett so as to limit the teasing. Embarrassment and a little something else I can’t quite put my finger on flows from her, so I pat the empty space next to me and hold out my hand for her to take. Once she’s settled with her legs tucked against her chest, I turn to ask Alice to press play and find her already giving me a pointed look. I wrap my arm around Y/n and pull her closer to settle against me, my sister smiles self-satisfied before hopping to the couch and starting the movie.

“Relax, sweetheart.” I whisper in her hair and I’m immediately shushed by Rose.

Y/n finally releases the tension in her body about five minutes into the movie and ten minutes after that, her legs are in my lap with the blanket pulled up to her chin.

“Alice, Rose? Can I get your help with opinions for a client?” Esme calls as she walks through the doorway to the garage halfway into the movie. “And Emmett, mind picking up Carlisle after his shift, sweetheart? I took his car this morning.”

All three of my siblings leave the room, Alice tossing me the remote and Emmett not-so-subtly flashing me a wink. He disappears before Y/n could notice and I could throw another pillow.

I feel her nerves ramp up as the house quiets again, I attempt to ground her by sliding a hand around her ankle under the blanket and it immediately has the opposite effect. Turning to her, she’s already watching me with her mouth open ready to say something, but it’s stuck. So my eyes drift to her mouth, lips that have tempted me from day fucking one. I know she sees what I’m fixated on, because her breath hitches and I tighten my grip on her ankle minutely - not to be painful, but a warning.

“Jasper-”

“May I?” I ask zoned in on her lips, unable to even want to hold myself back anymore. A curious Icarus to her solar flame.

She nods in a daze as my fingers trail her chin, but it’s not enough. “Words, darlin’. I need you to-”

But she’s leaning forward with a whisper, “Yes, Jasper.”

I swear time stops as a buzzing drowns my ears. Breaths puff from her beautiful lips in short spurts, anticipation oozes from her. I have to take a few seconds to collect myself, my mind running rampant.

I slide my hand around to cradle the back of her head and tilt it backwards, the tv casting a warm glow on her face. A shiver wracks through her and I tense, “Do not move.” The request is more of an order and she obeys instantly.

Leaning forward, her warm breath fans across my face before it stops with a sharp inhale. The only sound is her pounding heart and I swear it stutters as I gently meet her lips with mine.

Burning. This burning feeling starts where my lips tangle with hers and it travels down my throat to grip my rock-solid heart in a painful squeeze. Her mouth is warm and pliant where mine is cold and unyielding. Her nose is pressed against mine like a puzzle piece I’ve been missing. It’s absolutely bliss, her lips molding to mine, better than any indulgence I could possibly think up. Her quickening heart rate reminds me to reluctantly retreat - humans and their need for air.

I separate just barely from her mouth and she sucks in a gasp that tears my soul from my chest making me want to dive right back in. Opening my eyes to make sure this is in fact reality, hers are still lightly shut, bliss emanating from every single pore.

How on earth do I go about my day now? Knowing this perfection exists? She’s human, I can’t very well spend eternity kissing her here on this couch.

My groan causes her eyes to flash open and I notice they’re completely dilated, a dangerous observation for my control.

“Are you? I-I mean, did you not-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence.” My voice comes out huskier than I’d like and instantly she relaxes in my grip.

I push back a single strand of hair that blew across her face as I let out a long breath, barely an inch of space between us still. My willpower is at an all time low as we continue to stare at each other in somewhat surprise.

“Jaz?”

“Yes, darlin’?” I’m utterly raptured by her, firmly ensnared by this gorgeous girl - even more so than the moment I met her.

“Can… Can I?” Her question is open and tentative, but I can tell exactly what she wants and I’ll be damned if I don’t give it to her.

“Anything you want, it’s yours sweetheart.” It’s my turn to hold still, to wait patiently for her to come to me.

Reader

Holy fucking shit.

This without a doubt is what it’s like to have an addiction at first taste. Jasper Hale just kissed me and I’m about to kiss him, again.

I lean forward and smooth my hands up his chest to the base of his head, my fingers finding the short ringlets that hide under the bulk of his beautiful blonde hair. He’s deathly still with his eyes closed, allowing me to take the lead - but I also know this is a tricky situation with his control.

My nose bumps his as my eyes flutter closed and it’s his turn to elicit a sharp inhale. Nerves begin to flood my throat with cotton, but they’re gone almost as quickly, Jasper wiping them away with probably half a thought.

I closed the minuscule gap and my lips brush his a little deeper this time, relishing in the temperature difference. Kissing Jasper is in a category of its own, gone are the days I’ll ever settle for the warm mouth of any plain boy ever again.

Opening my lips enough to snake my tongue out for just a taste-

Suddenly there’s a couch-worth of separation between us and both of us are gasping for air like we’ve just run a marathon. His eyes are wide and wild, a darker brown than I distinctly remember a few moments ago.

“I-I’m so sorry,” his voice is strained and his hands are digging through his hair roughly, “Forgive me, darlin’-”

He fumbles at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing with no sound. Immediately I feel terrible because I pushed a boundary he wasn’t ready for.

“Jasper, please-I messed up and I’m so sorry.” I plead from my spot, scared to go and comfort him.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I should have my shit together-” but I stop his panicked apology.

“Look at me, please.” His eyes snap to mine at the request. I scoot closer to him slowly, stopping just within arms reach so as not to invade his personal space. “Can you close your eyes and just, feel with me?”

He takes half a second of hesitation before trusting me, his dark eyes snapping closed with a furrow in his brow. Taking a deep breath, I close my own and focus on exuding positive energy. Calm, content, tranquil - my mind running over any remotely helpful feeling to settle his inner turmoil. After a few moments of the impromptu meditation session, I open my eyes feeling much more relaxed. Staring back at me is the face of a much calmer, but shocked man.

“Did that work? I wasn’t sure, but-”

“You… No one has ever done something like that-darlin’.” Once again I’ve rendered him speechless and it brings a smile to my lips.

“Get used to it Hale, you’re stuck with me now.” I tell him, smug.

“Is that so?” He pulls me closer to him with a grin on his lips, the joy in my chest causing a laugh to burst from me as I toss my head back.

There isn’t a single place I’d rather be than his arms and I’m so glad he’s constantly opening pieces of himself up to let me worm my way inside.

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cillian-gets-me-wetter · 1 month

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silver springs - carmy berzatto x fem!reader

a/n: this is a part 2 for casual (read before continuing this for context). the live performance of this song changed my life tbh. as a little gift, a third and final part is in the works so stay tuneddd 👀

warnings: angst, slow burn, cameos from syd and richie (we love them in this household), mentions of claire (again, my apologies, ms. girl)

summary: after you found out that carmy had a girlfriend, claire. tension between you two grew intense as you rarely talked to him unless it involved work while he tried everything possible in order to talk you about what happened. it wasn’t until a former classmate of yours came in and asked you out while working, making him come to a sudden realization.

disclaimer: i do not own characters mentioned in this story. this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

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you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you

ever since you found out that carmy was dating claire, the past three months felt as if it had been a year. the tension in the restaurant was so thick that you can slice through it with a knife. while carmy was trying everything to get you to speak to him, you did your best to avoid him except if it involved work. as much as you thought about putting in your two weeks, you simply couldn’t afford to.

you look into the mirror in your locker as you inspect your hair, being pinned back by a red claw clip. the hair accessory coordinated with the outfit you decided to wear today, which consists of a cropped red cardigan, black dress and doc martens. you reach for the makeup bag you keep so you can freshen up before your shift, unzipping it and pulling out a tube of clear mascara.

you twist the wand out of the tube and apply a layer of mascara on your upper eyelashes when syd walks in the locker room, just arriving for her shift. you both smiled at each other as you thanked god that it wasn’t carmy who walked through the door. she walked up to her locker next to yours, “hey, how did your night go?”

you shrugged as you applied a layer to your lower lashes, “not too bad, just watched a couple of episodes of sex and the city, took an edible then went to bed.” she laughed, “you seriously like that show?” she set her belongings in the locker as she left out her apron and head scarf, placing them both on the bench next to where you both stood.

you joked, “whenever anything goes wrong in my life, i do ask myself about what would carrie bradshaw do?” she rolled her eyes playfully as she laughed. she styled her hair with the scarf as you moved to putting on a soft pink lip liner over the outline of your lips. as syd put on her apron, she asked, “hey, can you tie the back for me?”

you nodded, setting your lip liner down and helping her tie the back strings of the apron in a comfortable, secure knot. as soon as you finished, carmy walked into the room, him and syd greeted each other while you and him made awkward eye contact but not saying anything to each other. syd sensed the unease in the room, deciding to go in the kitchen and see what they needed help with preparing for the day ahead.

this left you and carmy alone for the first time in a while. you felt his eyes on you as you continued putting on a light pink lipstick. he took off his jacket and placed in his locker as he finally decided to make another attempt at breaking the ice. “i think we need to talk.” you avoided him as if he was a ghost trying to make contact with a human.

he let out a sigh, growing more frustrated at the silent treatment you were giving him. he thought things between you both was supposed to be casual, no strings attached. while he understood why you were hurt, he also felt that he didn’t do anything wrong by not telling you about claire. he asked, “are you seriously going to ignore me?”

you pushed your bag back into the locker, slamming the door. the impact of the metal door made carmy startled, not being used to seeing you this angry. you snapped, “there is absolutely nothing we need to discuss.” as you try to walk out of the room, he gently grabs your wrist, turning you around to face him. “please, just talk to me.”

you groaned, “i don’t want to fucking talk to you, carm. just leave me alone.” you pulled out of his grasp and walked out of the room as he watched you leave. he felt this physical pain in his chest, sitting down on the bench as he ran his hand through his hair. he couldn’t help but wonder what went wrong and how could he make things right with you.

a couple of hours into your shift, the lunch rush was starting up as the restaurant was filled with people and you were on your feet, doing your best to keep with your section. you bring a drink to one of your tables, being one man who looked like they were in their early twenties. you placed his drink on the table and asked, “is there anything else you need?”

he shook his head and spoke, “no, i’m good. do you mind if i ask you a question though?” you politely nodded, “yeah, sure!” he continued, “this may sound a little weird but weren’t you in ms. klein’s homeroom?” you then remembered your freshman year homeroom teacher who had a whole wardrobe consisting of cat sweaters.

you nod, a bit confused at specificity of the question, “yeah i did actually..” you internally cringed at the person you were back then, wearing band merch and constantly straightening your hair to the point it was fried. he then explained, “i don’t know if you remember me but i’m dominic. i used to sit behind you.”

you suddenly remembered him, realizing you had a short lived crush on him until he moved schools after the first semester. you gasped, “oh my god, i thought you looked familiar! how’ve you been?” he had gotten a lot better looking than the last time you saw him, looking more taller and lean. his blonde hair was styled in a slightly disheveled wavy mullet and wore a white long sleeved shirt with blue jeans.

he grinned at you, his arctic blue eyes looking into your honey brown ones. “i’ve been good. i’m in town for a couple of days so i decided to explore what’s new here. enough about me though, how are you?” you smiled, feeling heat flush against your cheeks. “i’m doing good, life hasn’t been too bad.”

as you caught up with dominic, you began to realize why you had a crush on him in the first place. he was charming, make you blush as if you were a fifteen year old girl again. he admitted, “to be honest, i did like you but i never got the chance to tell you before i moved.” you laughed in disbelief, thinking it was a lie.

you shook your head, “that’s bullshit.” he insisted, “oh, it’s not bullshit. i regret not asking you out a lot sooner.”

carmy was on his smoke break outside the restaurant, he kept his eye on how you and dominic were interacting with each other. he felt himself growing more irritated at the sight of him making you laugh and smile. he broke up with claire a few weeks ago while he was locked inside the walk-in. he had feelings for her when he was in high school so of course, he thought it was something he wanted still but whenever he was with her, visions of you would cloud his mind.

you shrugged, “i mean.. i think you still have a chance.” dominic smirked, “oh really?” you nodded, “i definitely think so.” he replied, “well, we can go grab drinks after you get off work.. if you’re down.” you blinked, not knowing what to say. he was the first guy who asked you out since your situationship with carmy.

you made your choice on a whim, smiling at him. “i’m down.” he smiled back at you, “cool, can i get your number so i can text you where to meet at?”

he never viewed himself valuable to be loved by anyone, not by claire and especially not by you. his stomach churned and nausea set in when he looked over again, seeing you texting something onto dominic’s phone. he couldn’t bare to see the sight anymore, flicking the remains of his cigarette onto the ground.

he decided to walk around and enter through back of the restaurant, not wanting to see you. as he walked up to the back entrance, he sees richie, taking his own smoking break. “how’s your day going, cousin?” he shrugged, “i don’t know.. kinda shitty.” richie looked at him with concern but knew him well enough to know why he was upset.

he asked knowingly, “you’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” he sighed, “i broke up with claire weeks ago, man.” richie scoffed then responded, “i’m not talking about her, dipshit.” he swallowed the lump in his throat as he knew his cousin was right. “some dude came in and he asked for her number..”

richie’s eyes widened slightly, “oh shit, did she give it to him?” he reluctantly nodded. richie winced, “damn, dude. what are you going to do about it?” he laughed sarcastically, “what do you want me to do? it’s not like she wants to talk to me.” richie sighed, “look, you really like her right?”

carmy nodded, “i think like is an understatement for how i feel about her.” his eyes widened as he never thought he would genuinely be in love with someone but was glad that the person he loves was you. he asked, “what if i’m too late to tell her? i don’t know what i’d do if i was..”

richie shook his head, “i don’t think you’re too late, cousin. if she was getting married or some shit, that’s different. you still have a chance… go make things right with her.” he questioned, “but what if she still doesn’t want to talk to me?” richie shrugged, “then at least you tried. that’s better than putting in no effort at all.”

carmy nodded, taking in everything that his cousin had said. he knew that he had to talk to you and attempt to make things right again. he took in a deep inhale then let the air exhale through his mouth. he looked over at his cousin and said, “thank you.” richie nodded, “no problem.. now, go get your girl back.”

as you got ready to go out with dominic, butterflies fluttered around in your stomach while you looked through your closet to find the perfect outfit. you threw your clothes around as you looked in the mirror, holding them in front of you seeing what looked good or not. you tossed them to the side as you didn’t like how you looked.

your hair was wrapped in a towel while you wore an oversized shirt with shorts underneath to lounge around in before actually getting dressed and ready for the night. you were interrupted when you heard an urgent knock on your front door. you checked your phone and see no texts from dominic that indicated that he was here when another knock on the door rang through the house.

you walked out of your room through the small living room area to the front door and reluctantly opened it. to your surprise, carmy was standing there. you rolled your eyes and sighed, “what do you want?” he looked and stared at you in awe, seeing you in the t-shirt he gave you.

he then blurted out, “i don’t want you to go with him.”

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lvrslvt3 · 11 months

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LOVE IS A CHOICE | h. lewis

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pairings : harry lewis x reader

summary : harry’s insecurities causes the downfall of his own relationship.

warnings : swearing, arguing, just a whole of sadness.

notes : thanks for all the love on my first harry fic (and my first fic ever) i greatly appreciate it!!

“walk out of that door,” you pointed your finger in the direction of your flat door, “and we’re fucking done. i mean it, harry.” you threat with your voice very audibly shaking with the overwhelming emotions you were experiencing.

he felt awful, seeing you in this state, but his mind was set. this would be better for you no matter how much it hurt at first. you would come to your senses quickly and live a better life and he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for that.

harry stopped just as he was about to walk away from you, from your life together, to prepare himself for the heavy lie about to be forced through his lips — one that would break his heart just as it will yours.

slowly, he turned his head back to face you. “you can’t end anything that was never there.” your face immediately broke, and his heart broke so violently he was surprised it didn’t create any noise. there was no coming back from this.

you shook her head and opened your mouth but nothing came out except a small, choking sob that you quickly covered up by closing your mouth again. you weren’t going to break down infront of him, you wanted to look strong.

he didn’t deserve to see that he had so clearly hit a nerve, that he had just broken down the girl he had previously built back up. you just needed him to leave so you could be alone.

finally, he turned again and left your flat with a loud slam of the front door. your sobs echoed through his head as the door closed behind him for good — now he had to face the future alone.

the more harry didn’t want you, the harder you tried. however, the harder you tried the more he didn’t want you. you didn’t know what you had done to deserve the treatment you had received from him that night. there was only thing you knew for sure; you couldn’t let it break you. atleast not on the outside.

so, in hopes of proving to everyone you was coping well you had agreed to a brunch date with talia in which you both sat at the back of a restaurant and spoke of your feelings. you had tried to avoid the topic but talia knew you to well.

she was the only one you could confide in. she was the only shoulder you let myself sob into when you couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore. she was your rock through it all. talia understood it was more than a breakup you were experiencing; it was grief of losing harry lewis.

your closest friend, sat across from you, swirled her plastic straw around her glass cup, glancing up at you after taking a sip. “do you still love him?” she questioned in a gentle tone that made you want to start crying again.

you didn’t answer properly at first. you hummed just before you took a large sip of your drink infront of you to try and delay the inevitable. talia would not leave you alone until she knew you were okay.

a mere three seconds later, a hand landed on top of yours, rubbing over the skin on top and taking you away from your own consuming thoughts. talia held your hand until you finally found the courage to answer out loud truthfully.

“i don’t think i’ll ever stop.” you words seemed to upset talia. it only proved how much she cared for you — that she felt your emotions with you to let you know you weren’t alone in this. “i just don’t know if we’re meant for each other.”

talia gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, “you should speak to him.” she advised you, “maybe you’re not meant for each other now, but end it in good terms just incase.”

you weren’t sure wether or not to go along with her advice, but at the end of the day you knew that you couldn’t move on from him properly without knowing what you had done to destroy your relationship.

harry answered your late night text straight away and agreed to come over to yours only the next day. infact, he arrived an hour earlier than you both had agreed upon. mostly because he was too nervous to wait around.

now, you stood across from your ex boyfriend with only the kitchen island to separate you from eachother. you leaned against the counter in hopes it would keep you upright throughout this tough conversation that neither of you were ready for.

“did i do anything to make you stop loving me?” the questioned rolled off of your tongue as if it was a casual conversation topic, like you were talking about what to have for dinner instead of why your relationship fell apart so quickly.

harry couldn’t meet your eyes. instead, he was fixating on the ground beneath him. “i never stopped loving you.” finally he met your adamant gaze, “i just…” he shrugged as he tried to find his words, “if i don’t like who i am, why should you?”

you hung your head down onto your hands. you was beyond stressed. you had finally pieced it together — he didn’t stop loving you but instead stopped loving himself, which led to lots of miscommunication. however, you felt that surely he loved you enough to not let you go.

“but how could you leave me so easily?” you pestered him once again, causing his jaw to clench tightly and his eyes to move away from you once again. other than that his body was rigid, as if he was afraid to move.

he had planned this whole conversation out. he knew how this needed to end for your sake and he was willing to do anything for it. even if that meant going through this.

“it’s not easy, y/n, but it’s for the better.” harry finally looked up at his ex girlfriend that had been staring at him the whole time — looking exceedingly dejected. “you have to understand i don’t want to do this, i need to.”

“harry—“

“please, y/n.” harry interrupted you with an begging tone in his voice, “you don’t deserve me, you don’t deserve this,” he used his hand to gesture between the both of you, “i love you, i always will, but this doesn’t feel right.”

he began to grow frustrated. he shook his hands while he spoke in a way to try and get his correct emotions across without making this situation any worse than it already was. “please, y/n.” he turned desperate.

you didn’t want to argue anymore, he wasn’t changing his mind no matter what you said or did. his mind was set on leaving you no matter how much it hurt you to admit to yourself. you didn’t know if what you both had was true love, but it was the closest you had ever gotten.

“okay, harry.” you spoke with a despondent glaze over your eyes, you had lost all hope. you walked over to the other side to stand by harry, “whatever you need.” your voice broke through the sentence.

harry stood there, looking at the woman he loves, his heart heavy with longing despite their current situation. you looked back at him, your eyes locking, and you both knew what the other was feeling. despite all of it, you still had a feeling of mutual respect and understanding for harry.

he leaned closer, to try and kiss you, but before he can you pulled away. “i can’t.” your voice was merely above a whisper. the words still left harry speechless while you turned and walked away. leaving him in the kitchen staring at where you had disappeared to, looking mournful.

love is just not a feeling. it’s a choice that people made every day, and you had to chose to stop expressing your love for harry so he could learn to love himself properly. he needed to be there for himself to enjoy what you two had.

nothing compared to harry, but you would wait for him.

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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tìngay

tìngay [English] n. truth

Anonymous Request: Metkaniya reader and Neteyam are friends with benefits but Neteyam is in love with them and wants so much more but is afraid to speak up because he fears that by doing so he’ll lose them.

So the situation hurts him a lot and he cries sometimes at night and one night he’s caught by a family member and they manage to give him some advice. Your choice of end please!

Neteyam has you - but only partly. He'd do almost anything to have you completely.

Adult Neteyam. 1,576 words.

As always, when Neteyam leaves Y/N's pod, a familiar feeling sinks into his chest, where it will stay until he sees her again.

It's an odd mix of joy, satisfaction, dread, sickness, and fear. It does not feel good.

It took him a while to figure out why he felt this way. Y/N was only ever kind to him, only ever excited to see him but... something was missing. It felt as if your relationship existed only in secret, under the cover of night, as if Y/N was ashamed of him or maybe, didn't take it seriously.

Meanwhile, he was absolutely desperate for her. She consumed his every waking thought, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything except the next time he might see her.

It didn't feel as if she was feeling the same... or if she was, she was much better at hiding it.

Either way, Neteyam was left alone most nights, forcing the tears not to fall as he thought of her, completely fine without him.

He almost hated himself for it, but he could never hate her.

Standing at the entrance of my pod, I watched as Neteyam walked away. When he glanced back, I slunk into the shadows so that he couldn't see me watching him leave.

I watched him leave every time he went, wishing that he would stay, but too afraid to ask. Instead, I pushed him out the door, before I started crying in front of him.

I was a fool to fall in love with Neteyam Sully. He was the son of Taruk Makto, and his presence here was probably temporary. It was also very obvious that he wasn't interested in anything serious, and was only wanting to relieve some stress; he'd said as much when he'd proposed the us of you have some 'fun' together.

That had been months ago, and he'd never addressed it again - so I knew, his feelings hadn't changed. Sometimes I felt used by him, but then there were moments, when he would hold me, or brush my hair out of my face, that I would feel so cherished and loved.

But I didn't allow myself to believe it, because I was being foolish enough already, carrying on like this.

I had to let him go.

Neteyam wiped his eyes and rolled over to look up at the stars, trying to calm his breathing, but he was too upset. Instead of laying there with his family, he got up and exited their pod, heading down to the beach.

He didn't know he was being followed until it was too late.

"Neteyam? What's wrong?"

He supposed, if anyone had to catch him in a vulnerable moment, he would prefer it was Kiri.

Sick of holding it all in, he pulled Kiri in for a hug, and she responded immediately, placing her arms around him and pulling her brother in tight.

"Neteyam, are you okay?" she asked, her voice thick with concern. "Is it Y/N?"

Neteyam stood back, shocked. He hadn't ever spoken of Y/N around his family.

"Oh, don't look so surprised. You think we don't notice how you look at each other?"

Neteyam shook his head. "Bah, she doesn't... she feels..."

Kiri rolled her eyes. "You are in love with her, and you haven't told her. Why not?" She reached up, and wiped her older brother's eyes free of tears. Seeing him in pain was hard for her, but she couldn't help but think it might be his own fault. She loved and respected her brother, but didn't imagine he was very good at romance.

"She doesn't feel the same. Every time I see her, she practically rushes me away at the end of the... date. And when we're around other people, she avoids me."

Kiri crossed her arms and thought for a moment. "Have you just, asked her? You're both adults. Have you talked about it? Because you can't go on like this, Neteyam. It's eating you alive."

"I don't know what to say."

"Tell her how you feel. If she doesn't feel the same, you can move on. Go tell her now - while it's fresh."

Kiri reached out, giving her brother a gentle shove. A panicked look crossed his face.

"Do you want to just suffer forever?"

"If I tell her, and she doesn't feel the same, I could lose her entirely. What if suffering like this is better than not having her at all?"

Kiri pushed him again. "That isn't healthy. Go. Now."

Neteyam sighed, and took off towards Y/N's pod.

The moonlight was so clear that night, reflecting beautifully off the water, and I couldn't sleep anyway, so I had made my way down to the beach to dip my toes in and try to relax, just a little.

Tomorrow, I would tell Neteyam that it was too hard and I couldn't see him anymore.

Tonight, I could relish the way his touch felt, remember all the times we'd spent together, and try to smile before it was gone forever.

Splashing to the right alerted me that I wasn't the only one out late. A tall figure approached, and I squinted as they got closer and closer.

Neteyam.

Oh, no. If he was here now, I would have to tell him now.

I pulled my shawl tightly around my shoulders and took a few steps back as he got closer. My breathing was coming erratically now, my hands starting to shake.

"Y/N," Neteyam said, his smile nervous, when he finally reached me. "What are you doing out here?"

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Needed, uh, to think."

Neteyam nodded. "Me too. We must talk."

"Yes, I think so." I reached out my hand and he took it, and I lead him back to my pod.

I wasn't sure whether to sit or stand once we arrived, so I followed Neteyam's lead.

"You, uh, first," Neteyam said nervously.

"Oh." I gripped the edges of my shawl, and took a very long, deep breath. If I didn't calm down, I was going to cry as I spoke, and I could not imagine anything more embarrassing. "Neteyam, I don't think we should see each other anymore. I know you said you just wanted, well, something fun but I, that no longer works for me."

Neteyam stood stiff as a board before me, his eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, ears lowered. "Why not?"

I put my hand over my face as the hot tears gathered in my eyes, and my chest burned with sadness. A lump rose in my throat, making it hard to speak.

"I feel... more. I feel more for you. It pains me, to only see you once in a while, to not hold your hand or swim with you, to not... be yours." My voice was broken, and the tears fell as I spoke, though I tried to wipe them as quickly as they came.

Neteyam stood at me, mouth open, and I wanted to sink into the ocean and never rise again.

Neteyam could not believe what he was hearing. She wanted to break up with him... because she liked him?

Seeing the tears fall from her eyes made him ashamed of himself. All of this time, she wanted to be with him, truly with him, and had felt as if that wasn't what he wanted?

How had he failed her so miserably to allow her to get this upset?

He stepped forward, and pulled her hand away from her face as she wiped away her tears.

"I came here to tonight to confess that I am in love with you, Y/N, and that it has been paining me that I thought you did not feel the same."

She took in a small gasp, her eyes wide. "What? Neteyam!" She sounded almost mad, which made him want to laugh, even though he knew it wasn't the time.

"I would be honored to call you mine. To ride together with you every day, to make a home with you, to bring you to meet my family. I am in love with you."

He thought she would stop crying, but to his horror, she began crying even harder, her chest heaving up and down with sobs as tears poured down her face.

"Shit," he hissed, and he pulled her against his chest. "Don't try. This is good news, isn't it?"

She laughed, and he felt only a little relief. "Yes! I just feel, I feel like we are both really stupid."

He had to laugh along with her. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

She stood up, and they smiled at each other, smiles so wide that their cheeks might start to ache.

"I love you, too, Neteyam. I'm so sorry I made you feel like I didn't. I have loved you since I first met you."

He caressed her soft, wet cheek, and she leaned gently into his palm.

"Let us be honest with each other, from this moment on. Let us always tell each other the truth," she said, and she placed a kiss on his open palm.

He felt such a pride and relief in his chest, he thought he might burst into tears next.

"And you must let me tell you every day, how much I love you," he replied.

She smiled once more. "So long as it is the truth."

Neteyam knew it always would be.

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sxxythingz · 10 months

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Let me show you

Lo’ak Sully (21) x Na’vi fem! Reader (21)

Warnings: smut, p in v, breeding kink, cursing, cream pie, mentions of cheating, aged up characters

Summary: After some time of dating while you were human, you decided that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Lo’ak so you became Na’vi. You didn’t realize that while you were still human, he wasn’t exactly faithful to you until one day you catch him in the act. After you decide to leave him, he figures out a way to make it up to you.

WC: 5.0K (I didn’t realize it was that many words guys I swear)

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“Get your hands off of me, I am done!” You yell as you snatch your arm out of Lo’ak’s hand, storming through the forest as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. “Wait y/n, just let me explain! Come on, don’t be like this.” He says as he follows behind you while you quickly paste through the forest, far away from his hut.

“No! There is nothing to explain Lo’ak! I caught you with yet another girl. What is this, like the 5th girl in the past few weeks?” You abruptly come to a sudden halt and stand in front of him with your arms folded. He looks at you, defeat in his eyes and he huffs loudly. “I’m sorry, ok? I won’t do it again. It was a mistake y/n, I swear!” He says and you chuckle as you throw your hands into the air. “Cheating on me 5 different times is a mistake? Have you lost your mind, is that what you really think in your head? That this was all a mistake?” A broken giggle leaving your throat to stop you from crying as you run your hands through your soft, loose braids.

“No. I’ll tell you what the mistake was. The mistake was permanently transferring into an avatar just to be with you! There’s no telling what you were doing while I wasn’t here and I regret ever even knowing you.” You shoot him a cold glare as you see the heartbreak cloud his face. “Y/n… you don’t mean that. Don’t say that, just come on. Let me-“ he protests as he tries once again to grab you, but you back up before shaking your head quickly.

“You didn’t even deny being with other girls while I was still human… I thought you loved me, I thought you were my mate, that we would be together forever and build a family together. I did this so we could bond properly, I have no one here except for you and your family. I gave all of myself to you and you continue to pretend that I don’t exist. I just can’t do this anymore Lo’ak. We are done.” You spit at him before you turn around and begin walking off to prevent him from seeing the tears that have begun treading down your hot face.

About 2 months have gone by since you and Lo’ak have broken up and you’ve not sure how you are even surviving at this point. You’ve realized just how much time you guys have spent together since you’ve met, never really parting from each other for too long. After all of the years that you two have spent together, walking past each other as if you don’t know who the other is has to be the hardest part of it all. You’ve left your family and friends on earth, making his family, friends and everyone in the lab the only people that you have left, but it’s just not the same as having him. As hard as it has been without him, you know that going back would be pointless because he’s just going to do the same thing as before.

Who am I kidding? You think to yourself as you scoff aloud. He's probably already in another relationship with someone else right now. You walk through the forest, searching for Kiri since you don’t really feel like being all alone. Today would’ve been you and Lo’ak’s 6 month anniversary and people always say time heals all wounds. To you, it quite literally felt like the opposite since you have been dealing with all of the other anniversaries all alone, but it seems that the further out you guys would’ve been together, the worst you feel.

“Kiri!” You yell out as you finally find her in the middle of the forest, playing with the leaves that light up. “Y/n! Where have you been? I have not been able to find you all day.” She says as she gets up and runs into your arms, embracing you with a tight, warm hug. Ever since you’ve gotten here, way before you became an avatar, Kiri has also become one of your best friends, especially considering that she was nearly your family before Lo’ak messed that up.

“I’ve just been walking around. I’ve had a lot on my mind today, you know.” You say as you both begin to walk together. “It’s you guys' 6 month anniversary isn’t it?” She asks and you give her a look of confusion as to how she would remember it when she didn’t even know what day you guys had made it official. “Lo’ak was telling me and Neteyam about it earlier this morning before he and Neteyam went off to training.” She confesses to you and your heart drops at the fact that he even remembered.

“I see.” Your head falls down as you think of how you guys could’ve spent this day together had he not been such a fucking cheater. “He is really broken up still about you guys. Father gets so upset with him because he hasn’t been paying attention during training. We hear about it every single night after they return by father yelling at him.” She says as she rolls her eyes.

“Well that isn’t my fault nor my problem. He’s the reason why we aren’t together anymore, he just couldn’t get himself together and it wasn’t that hard. I have no sympathy for him.” You speak in a low tone, causing her to giggle at your aggression towards him. “He won’t stop talking about how sorry he is and how much he regrets it. It is actually quite pitiful. I asked him why he won’t just tell you that instead of us, he says it is because you won’t hear it.” She says and you let out a small chuckle as you nod your head.

“I gave him plenty of chances Kiri. I excused him the first 4 times that he consecutively cheated on me. I have nothing left in me anymore to give to him. I gave it all away and he just keeps hurting me.” You feel the tears begin to come up while you try your hardest to swallow them back down, but you fail miserably. Kiri glances over to you as she sees the tears begin to flow and she stops, turning you towards her as she wipes the tears off of your heated face.

“Hey, don’t cry. I know what he did was wrong and so does he. Neteyam scolded him for it because he knows how good of a girl you are. You are amazing and we all see it. You know what will cheer you up?” She asks you and you shake your head, looking into her eyes for the answer. You wanted anything to get rid of this dreadful, empty feeling forming deep inside of you. “Let’s go to the lab and see what those skxawngs are up to, hm?” She says, you smile as you nod your head. She grabs your hand and begins walking towards the lab.

You walk into the lab, grabbing masks, wrapping them around your necks as you both inhale deeply in sync before dropping them down to hang around your necks. “Y/n, Kiri. What are you guys up to?” Norm asks as you come and sit next to him while he scrolls on the computer. “Trying to cheer my y/n up. She is feeling a little down today.” Kiri tells him as he looks at you. “It’s the anniversary isn’t it?” He asks you with a sympathetic look, you feel your eyes automatically rolling as you realize. “Let me guess. Lo’ak has told you too, hasn’t he?” You ask him and he laughs a little before looking back at his computer. “He came in yesterday, super upset about it and talking about-“

“How much he regrets it and he wishes he could apologize.” You cut him off to finish his sentence off for him, already knowing exactly what he’s going to say as you watch him nod his head as he chuckles. “You know, if he’s this torn up about it, then why won’t he just tell me about it directly?” You ask as you shake your head in frustration. Norm’s eyes land on you then towards the door as his eyes widen. “Well he might be able to.” He says as you look in the direction that he is looking and spot Lo’ak standing there, his eyes burning holes into your back before you turned around.

“Hi y/n.” He mumbles out as he stands in the doorway as if his feet are stuck in one place. “No.” You mumble as you quickly get up and try to walk away, but he gets in front of you, making you hiss at him. “Just wait. I heard what you said. You said that if I was really that torn up about it, then why wouldn’t I just tell you directly? But you have to give me that chance to do it. Please? All I need is a few minutes.” He begs of you and you roll your eyes.

“Norm? Would you be so kind to set a timer on your phone for 10 minutes?” You ask him as you quickly look back at him, your hair swinging with your movement, hitting Lo’ak in his chest. “Uh.. Done!” He shouts back at you with a thumbs up after setting the timer on his phone and you nod your head before looking back at Lo’ak. “You have 10 minutes, and I’m being generous with that. Come.” You say as you walk towards the door of the lab while he trudges behind you thinking of the perfect words to say. You both walk out of the lab and deeper into the forest before you suddenly come to a stop and stand in front of him. “What do you have to say?” You ask as you fold your arms.

“I-I’m sorry for what I have done. I love you so much more than I thought was possible. It’s been so hard without you and this sucks. I realize what I’m doing wrong and I know that I have hurt you. No, I can’t take it back, but I can promise to do better and cut out the things that hurt you. I can promise to be good for you and to you. I can be the mate that you want out of me. I see that you have completely changed your life for me, you’ve become one of us just for me and I am so thankful for that. I want to show you the right way that I appreciate you and just how happy you make me.”

You feel hot tears forming in your eyes at his words, oh how you wish they were real. “Look, I know it’s hard to believe coming from me right now and I accept that, but just give me one more chance please.” He confesses to you and you look down at the ground, wanting to scream at him. Wanting to tell him how much you hate him, wanting to tell him how much you’ve needed him, how lonely you’ve been without him by your side, but you hold it all in.

“No Lo’ak. It’s-it’s just not that easy. As much as I want to forgive you, as much as I want you to do right for me. I just can’t believe you because you’re telling me you’ll change. I can’t take anymore heartbreaks, it’s tearing me apart.” A tear falls down down your cheek, triggering him to step closer to you. You back up as you look at him, watching his eyes become glossy before you stop and let him continue to step towards you.

“Please y/n. I know it’s hard. I’m trying so hard to tell you how much I love you and if you’ll just give me another chance, I can show you. No more cheating, no more playing games, no more breaking your heart. I just want to make up for what I’ve done so please just let me do that. I’m begging you. What can I do to show you that I’m serious?” He asks you as he places his hands on both sides of my face and more tears begin to stream down your face as you shake your head, not having an answer for him. “How about I show you tonight?” He asks you and you look into his yellow eyes, silently questioning his words.

“Let me make it special. This is not the way that I want to ask you to forgive me so please let me show you tonight. Meet me at the spirit tree right as eclipse falls.” You slowly nod your head, not sure of why you’re even agreeing after you said you were done. “Ok I’ll see you then. I promise I’ll make it right.” He says before he gently rubs your face one last time before letting go of it and walking off, leaving your cheeks to feel as cold as ice without his warm touch.

You place a purple flower in your hair before readjusting your purple loincloth that matches the flower in your hair. You walk out of your hut, looking into the sky to see the moon that just began to appear in the sky. You let out a small sigh before you begin to walk in the direction of the spirit tree. You question why you agreed to such a stupid thing, why you won’t just turn back around and not even show up, but your feet deceive your mind as you continue to walk towards the spirit tree. You said that you wouldn’t go back, that you were done, so why are you even giving him a chance to explain?

I’m so stupid, I know, but I love him so much. It’s so hard to walk away from him. But I have to and I have to tell him that tonight. That I truly meant what I said and that I am done for good. I have to move on and find someone who is good for me, who loves me and who dares not to treat me like an option. You think to yourself as you get closer and closer to your destination.

You approach the spirit tree and your mouth drops at the beauty of it. You’ve only been to the spirit tree once and that was to transfer your soul into your avatar body, so this is your first time truly observing it in its true beauty. You look down and see Lo’ak standing up as he begins to walk towards you as you come to a stop, waiting for him to meet you.

“Wow. You look… beautiful. I’ve never seen you in purple, it makes your skin glow.” He says as he comes inches away from you and you feel yourself smile as you look at the ground, your cheeks burning and your heart skipping a beat. “Thank you.” To both of your surprises, you accept the compliment as you retract your eyes back to him and you feel him grab your hand. “Come.” He says as he walks you to the spirit tree.

“It’s beautiful.” You say to him as you walk around the tree, paying attention to every small detail about it. “This is where we come to connect to our ancestors and the souls of those who have passed away. It’s a sacred place.” He informs you as you turn around and look at him. “Why did you bring me here?” You question his motives as you slowly sway towards him. “Since this is the most sacred place on pandora, I wanted to bring you here for something very sacred if you would allow me.” You raise your eyebrows at his response as you watch him grab his queue and bring it in front of him.

“Before I messed everything up, I know that you wanted to make tsaheylu (bond) and I know that you might not want to anymore, but if you do then I am more than happy to do it. I promise to never hurt you again, I promise to always put your needs first. I promise to be the mate that you always wanted and I’ll do anything to make you happy. In these 2 months, I realize how hard it is being without you and I never want to experience this again. I love you, Y/n. Please forgive me?” Desperation clouding his voice as he stares into your eyes, looking for the forgiveness that he’s asking for. “I-“ You try to speak, but you feel the tears coming as you watch him watch you, his eyes quickly pacing back and forth.

“I-I can’t-” You don’t finish your sentence as you watch him drop his queue in defeat, his head dropping as well. You step closer to him and look at him as he looks into your eyes. “I can’t be without you Lo’ak. I have tried in these 2 months, and it’s been the hardest thing that I have ever done. I don’t want to be without you Lo’ak, but I don’t want to be hurt anymore. All I’ve ever wanted was you from the moment that I met you. It will take a lot.. but I’m willing to work on us and build together. I can’t say that I forgive you right now Lo’ak, but I want you to prove to me that I am all that you want so that I can forgive you. So that we can move on.” You say back to him as you reach behind you, grabbing your queue and placing it in between you guys, causing him to smile and grab his once again.

He grabs your hand and pulls you down to sit right across from each other as you slowly bring your queues closer until they finally connect. You feel your body jolt as your eyes flutter shut, a sensation running through your body as you see all of the memories that Lo’ak has, all of the thoughts that he has about you. Love, adoration, your children to come, the bond that will grow stronger for you two. Your strong partnership and friendship that you’ve both taken the time to build over the years. You slowly open your eyes at the same time as him, a smile creasing your soft lips. “Lo’ak. Nga yawne lu oer (I love you). You say as you reach up and touch his face softly. “Nga yawne lu oer, öeya yawntu.” He says back to you as he leans in and kisses you.

The kiss is slow and soft at first, but it quickly speeds up as you both become hungry for more of each other. He pulls back from the kiss and looks into your eyes before standing up and holding his hand out for you to take it. He stands you up, immediately picking you up bridal style as he looks at you and smiles. “Let’s go back to your hut, my love.” He says and you nod your head as you lay down on his chest while wrapping your arms around his neck.

He walks back to your hut with you in his arms, laying you on your cot before getting in between your legs, accidentally bumping your queues and causing them to disconnect. A groan escapes your lips at the loss of feeling and he chuckles. “I know, baby. But you’re about to feel something else.” He flashes a smirk at you and you laugh before rolling your eyes. He leans back in and kisses you once again, easily slipping his tongue in your mouth as he softly strokes your hair. He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss down your neck as you breathe out.

“Lo..” you moan and he hums in response. “I’ve never done this before. Not as a human either.” You confess to him and he comes back up to look into your eyes. “Duh. I could’ve told you that, yawne. I’ll be gentle and careful, if you want me to stop, just tell me ok?” He says and you nod your head before he begins to kiss you again. You feel his hand stroll down your body, your skin feels on fire everywhere that he touches, until he reaches your clothed pussy. He softly rubs his fingers in circles and you moan into his mouth at the feeling.

“Is it ok if I take this off? I have to get you ready before I do anything else.” He asks for your permission and you nod your head in agreement as you feel the heat increasing between your legs. He unties the string to your loincloth, you both watch as it falls off of your waist and you lift up for him to pull it the rest of the way off before he tosses it next to your cot, on the ground. He crouches down in between your legs as he opens them a little wider and begins to rub circles around your clit with his thumb, your back arching off of your cot as your mouth hangs open. He stops his movement, bringing two of his fingers to your lips while he kisses your thighs before speaking.

“Suck.” He commands and you obey as you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him to slip his fingers into your mouth and you suck them as your eyes bore into his beautiful golden yellow eyes. “Good girl.” He says as he takes his fingers out of your mouth and brings them back down in between your legs. “This might sting a little bit, but it’s getting you ready. If it is too much, tell me to stop.” He says and you nod your head in agreeance as you feel his fingers enter you, causing you to push your legs closer together from the discomfort, but your body relaxes more as you look down to find him staring at you with love in his eyes, your legs slowly relaxing and falling back down.

He continues to push them inside of you until they are completely in. He moves his fingers in and out slowly and you moan out as you feel your own lubrication consuming his fingers. “Lo’ak.. t-that feels really good.” You moan out, gripping the sides of the cot. He keeps going for a little bit longer as you hear how wet you are, that being the only noise in the room. “I-I think I’m going to..” your words are abruptly interrupted when the feeling goes away as he pulls his fingers out of you, earning a groan from you. “Why did you stop, you idiot?!” You yell out as he sits up, smirking and taking his fingers into his mouth before moaning. “I’ve got you exactly where I want you. And you taste good.” A moan escaping your throat as you feel yourself throbbing around nothing while he unties his own loincloth and throws it on top of yours.

His long dick springs out, hitting his stomach, your eyes widening at the sight. “Oh Lo‘ak, I don’t know if I can take that.” You protest as you back up a little bit, but he pulls you back down by your thighs. “You can take it my love. I’ll go slow and if it’s too much, I’ll stop.” He reassures you as he places his hand above your head and lines himself up with your entrance. “Like I said with my fingers, this is going to hurt at first, but it is going to feel really good once you get past that ok? Just trust me. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.” He says as he kisses you one more time before slowly pushing himself into you.

You yell out as your hand flies up to his lower torso, looking down to see that only half of it is completely in. He stops pushing himself in to give you a break as he grabs your hand as he brings it up to his lips to kiss the back of it before intertwining your fingers together. “You’re doing so good, my love. Just a little bit more left ok? The pain will be over soon.” He says as he pushes a little bit further while your back arches off of the cot once again, groaning in pain.

“I’m all the way in. Tell me when you want me to move.” He says planting soft kisses all over your face, leading to your neck where he softly sucks and bites at the sensitive skin. “Move Lo.. please.” You give him permission to move and he nods his head as he pulls out of you halfway, earning moans from both of you as he pushes himself all the way back in.

“Mmm.” You moan out, causing him to look at you and smile. “Did that feel good?” He asks you. “Yes. Keep going please.” You say to him, your hand gently caressing his face. He continues his slow pace making you a moaning mess underneath him. “Lo’ak.. go a little bit faster.” You bat your eyes at him while you wrap your legs around his waist. He speeds up his pace as he groans into your neck. “You feel so fucking good around me. I love watching you go crazy over my Dick, wanting and needing more.” He growls in your ear as he places his hand on your waist before slamming you down on him, you buck your hips as you scream out, knowing that your voice will be gone by tomorrow. He looks into your eyes before licking his lips.

“When do you want to start a family?” He asks you while you pant out of control. “Now… R-Right now.” You manage to breathe out in between pants, tilting your head back while your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head. “Are you sure, my love?” You simply nod your head, not able to form full sentences. “Look at me.” He demands, you tilt your head back to look at him while he moans softly.

“Whose pussy is this? Hm?” His thrusts get harder with each word that escapes his lips. “It’s yours.” You pant out softly, barely audible. “I can’t hear you princess. I said, whose. Pussy. Is. This?” He repeats his question once again, your hips smacking together forcefully with every word. Your legs begin to shake uncontrollably as you let out a high pitched moan each time. “I said it’s your Lo’ak! It’s all yours, every part of me belongs to you!” You scream out as you hear him chuckle. “Good girl. I'm not pulling out of you. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.” He says as he grabs your weak hand and places it on your lower stomach.

“I’m going to fill you up right here and give you my child.” You can barely keep your head up and your eyes open as you feel yourself coming closer just off of his words. “I-I’m going to cum Lo’ak.” You tell him as you feel your body shaking. “So am I, princess. Wait, don’t cum yet.” He says as he grabs his queue once again, you observe him and lift up a little to grab yours as well. “This will make it feel a lot more intense.”

You connect your queues to each other and moan in unison as the feeling intensifies. “Now. Let go for me baby. Cum all over my dick.” You feel your body letting go at his words, your fingernails scratching at his toned stomach while your orgasm washes over you. You feel him stop his movement as he groans and curses while he throws his head back, cumming inside of you as you feel his hard dick throbbing. You both breathe out heavily as you finish riding out your highs and attempting to catch your breath.

Lo’ak looks back down to you, a proud smile plastered on his face as you smile with him before he leans down once again to kiss you. He slowly pulls out of you, causing you both to inhale sharply at the feeling. Your queues are still connected to each other as he lazily plops down next to you. You turn around to face him as you lean in and give him a soft peck on his lips before speaking.

“We’re mated Lo’ak.” You say, excitement exerting your tone as you rub his face and he laughs. “We are mated and you might have a little surprise in a few weeks. I just gave you three of the best gifts in one night. I’m amazing, aren’t I?” He brags on himself as he places his hand on your stomach and rubs it softly, earning a laugh from you while you roll your eyes.

“I promise to be different for you and for our family. I am so sorry that I didn’t realize just how amazing you were before I lost you. I love you more than anything that I thought could ever be possible.” He once again confesses his love for you before he brings his lips to yours and you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him in closer to you.

You give his forehead a kiss before you flip over and lay facing the opposite direction of him, backing yourself completely up against his warm body as you feel yourself getting sleepy. His long arm reaches over your body, landing around your waist as he pulls you even closer until your bodies are completely embezzled together. He peaks to look at your face one more time before he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe my dick put you to sleep.” He says as he laughs and you roll your heavy eyes. “Shut up and let’s go to bed, skxawng!” You say to him as he laughs, as you both lay cuddled up together, drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

A/N: Lo’ak being a simp is literally so adorable to me 😭 anywho, I hope you guys loves it!!! 💖 if you guys have any requests, don’t be afraid to let me know and I would be more than happy to do them!

#atwow #atwow fanfiction #avatar #avatar smut #atwow smut #atwow lo’ak #lo’ak smut #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak headcannons #lo’ak #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak fanfiction

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 days

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AITA for being a ....homewrecker? (🏝 for later)

I'm not sure that's the right word, but whatever. Basically, I (FtM) met this guy (cis M, we'll call him M) over a year ago and we hit it off pretty quick. It was under extremely unusual circumstances, but for the sake of anonymity, I'll be vague and just say: it was 3 AM, Denny's, T.E Lawrence was involved. Now, I'm pretty wary of most guys who go to my school, given I'm trans and unfit to defend myself for various would-break-anonymity reasons, but M is just the best and is incredibly sweet. Days are easier when he's around, even if it's just through a Discord call playing video games. I started harboring feelings for him pretty much immediately, but didn't plan on acting on them for two reasons:

1) I've yet to be in an actual committed relationship (nobody's wanted to stick around, or we both realized quickly we weren't dating material) and I'm terrified of fucking anything up. 2) ....M has a girlfriend. A super long-term one, at that. Like, they met when they were kids, he's been romancing her for ages, they're going to get married and both openly agree they'd be shells of people without each other. Soulmate shit. She's awesome. She's the sweetest, too. Very thoughtful, and soft-spoken, and so so smart. So, no, I didn't plan on doing anything about my feelings. I'm not the type to hide who I am, so I wasn't going to hide anything, but I certainly wasn't going to DO anything either. That's not my place.

Until, one school break, M comes to me and admits he has feelings. And he's wrecked about it. Tells me I'm the only other person he's really had this for, because it's always been his girlfriend. He's a mess. I thought we communicated pretty well, and we'd both made it clear that nothing was going to happen unless Girlfriend knew about it and approved, because she comes first above all else. (I was the one to say this before him, and he was relieved that I understood.) She is priority. She will always be priority, and I totally get that. I'm just some guy, you know? But the conversation ended with me telling him he should probably let her know about this, regardless of how scary that was, because he's an incredibly touchy-feely guy and if I was her I'd like if this was on my radar. New player: M's best friend. very by the book christian guy. Not at all stuck up, but he abstains from worldly pleasures or something like that! He's cool, we're cool.

Except after break, M's best friend makes a few confusing comments, and suddenly, there's now never been a time when just me and M have hung out since. Girlfriend hasn't acted any differently and is still incredibly warm and wonderful, so I'm pretty sure she still doesn't know. I'm a very giving person and like to shower my friends in gifts, so I was undeterred in giving them both valentine's gifts I had bought them months in advance (extra hand wringing on my part.) Girlfriend was ecstatic, loved her gift, and M loved his too. But then he left to go Cry??? Because he hadn't gotten her anything (I'm the only one with a min $ job). I'm not sure where I stand with him or with either of them, and i'm just so confused. I'm 🤷‍♂️ about poly, but with the way they were raised (see M's best friend for reference), their feelings are more muddy about it. I want to talk to M, but being alone in the same room is impossible. I don't know if M has been intentionally making sure we're never alone together, I don't know if Girlfriend knows, or what M wants, what Girlfriend would want or even what I want, because I don't know what's on the table. I don't even know if we're in the same restaurant. Girlfriend is going to find out. M is way too touchy feely even with "supervision". (Granted, he is with everyone, I'm pretty sure I'm just the only person who lets him get away with it.) At this rate, somethings going to give, and i'm honestly just waiting for it to happen now. 🤷‍♂️

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writingkeepsmewhole · 5 months

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Party Gone Wrong

This is part 5 of The Bet my old Draco Malfoy Fic that I'm bringing back. This is not following the books or movies it's just me having fun. :) I hope you like it. Let me know what you think and if you wanna be tagged.

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Fic Summery: Draco bets reader she can't make him fall for her.

Part Summery: Reader goes to a party and gets in an interesting situation with Draco.

Warnings: Maybe a word or something not for sure.

Let me know if you want to be tagged in something.

Part 1 Part 4

The next few weeks were not what I would call normal. Well school was normal but other than that my life at Hogwarts was strange.

Everytime I walked through the halls I somehow always bumped into Draco or him bumping into me. Whenever I was in class when I looked up I would find his blue eyes staring at me.

I’m sure to others it looked threatening or like he was glaring at me but I knew the truth.

He was waiting for me to win him over. To do something that would give him a reason to like a mud blood.

I was in the middle of trying to enjoy lunch while catching secret glances with Draco. He was talking to Pansy but he wasn’t looking at her.

I stick my tongue out at him, earning a wink back that makes me giggle.

“Hey Y/N!” one of the twins says sitting next to me, followed by the other one.

“Umm yes?” I say making myself turn and face them.

“You wanna come to another party tonight?”

“Umm sure.”

“Okay great but bring a date.”

“A date?”

“Yeah we are going to be playing games and we want it to be about even for couples.”

“And who am I meant to invite?” I ask.

“The only boys I know are your brother and Harry and one of them is not speaking to me.”

“Oh you can’t invite them, they already have dates.”

“Can I come by myself?”

“No. See you tonight.” They say at the same time and stand up leaving me alone.

“Thanks.” I say after them.

I spent the rest of the day as normal as it could be. I was heading back to my room when I was approached by Neville.

“Umm hi.” He says, stopping me in the hallway.

“Hello.” I say smiling at him.

“Are you going to the party tonight?”

“I was but apparently you can’t go alone.”

“You don’t have a date?” He asks, looking at me from looking at the floor.

“No one I wanted to ask.” I say Draco’s face comes to mind but that was a big no no.

“So umm would you like to go with me?” He asks, blushing.

“Sure.” I say smiling at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you're a nice person. I wouldn’t mind spending a night with you.”

“Thanks Y/N.” He says blushing.

“No problem.”

‘I’ll umm meet you in the courtyard after dinner.”

“Sure.” I say smiling at him.

With a read race he quickly scurries off making me laugh. I walk into my room with a new plan in mind.

I was going to get dressed in normal clothes but halfway through I couldn’t help but wonder if Draco would be there. I blush at the thought, hating now I was starting to look forward to seeing him.

Chewing my lip I looked at my clothes laid on the bed and decided to change plans. I wasn’t going to dress up for anyone. But this was a game right? I was meant to make him break down and fall for me.

I have to stop the twisted smile on my face wondering if maybe I should have been in Slytherin.

Giggling, I shrug and start to get dressed.

I didn’t have much time so I settled for ripped jeans, a tight t-shirt that showed off just the right amount of chest and some converse.

I penned my hair up in a clip leaving a bit out to frame my face and put on natural makeup except for my winged liner.

I winked at myself in the mirror, scratched my cat Hallow’s head and skipped out the door wondering what kind of trouble I could get into tonight.

Bouncing down the steps I was shocked to find Neville waiting for me by the fireplace. Him blushing when he saw me.

“Wow, you look great.”

“Aww thank you.” I say, smiling my head falling to the right.

“Are you ready to go? Harry and Ron already left.”

“Of course they did. Those two are gonna get each other into a lot of trouble one of these days.”

“Haven’t they already?” He asks, as we start walking out into the hallway.

“Yeah, they seem to every year.” I say, smiling at the thought of their antics.

Neville laughs nervously the rest of the walk to the party filled with easy small talk.

When we get to the party it’s in full swing. The twins were vetting people before they came inside. They also hand everyone a drink as soon as they come in.

“What is this?” I ask, looking at the shot. Whatever it was, the liquid moved inside it.

“A little of this.” One twin said.

“And a little of that.” The other one said.

“Will it make me forget tonight or do anything against my will?”

“No!” They both say looking shocked I would even ask.

“Fine. Bottoms up boys.” I say living the shot to them then knocking it back.

A sweet taste filling my mouth and running smoothly down my throat. It makes a warm feeling settle through my body.

“Great you have fun tonight.”

“Always.” I say winking at them and walking into the crowd of people. Neville right on my heels.

“Are you okay?” He asks me over the music.

“Yeah, why?” I ask, looking at him. Noticing how flushed his cheeks were.

“Your face is really red.”

“Yours too. Must be the drink.” I say shrugging, as the music grows louder.

“Yeah I’ll get you a drink.” He says, smiling, walking into the crowd.

I smile after him, Neville always seeming so sweet and cute.

“You came with Longbottom?” A familiar voice says, making me look up over my shoulder to see Draco standing there, drink in hand. A glare on his face.

His cheeks are just as red as apparently everyone else's.

“You like his bottom?” I ask, acting like I couldn’t hear him. Draco looked shocked and then angry at my question.

I giggle, it dies as soon as Pansy steps from behind him.

“Aww did you have to pay someone to come with you?” She smirks at me.

“No, if I ever do that I’ll be sure to ask you for tips.” I say, not surprised when she tries to step towards me. Draco stopped her.

“Gotta go. Tootles.” I say, getting ready to leave them two alone until warm lights flood the room. The twins climb onto a table getting everyone's attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming.” They say in unison.

“We can’t wait to start the games we have planned tonight.” They say making me roll my eyes at their dramatic flare.

“We hope you all came here with someone you liked because-.” They say looking at each other smirking.

“They are the one you will be staying with tonight.” They say clapping their hands on the word tonight.

The weight of something around my wrist makes me look down seeing a band wrapped around my wrist.

It was thin, gold and silver weaving around each other. It was kinda like a bangle only it had a chain attached. The chain only being six inches or so. The other end of the chain was connected to none other than Draco Malfoy.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I say the sound of voices murmuring through the room.

“Now now everyone, the overall game is simple. Play our games or tasks and win to gain keys. The more keys the more links on your chain. Once it reaches three feet the spell brakes. The last couple stuck together loses. Or wins.” The twins say bouncing between each other talking.

I sigh, looking at Draco then at them.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em.” I say, hearing a huff.

“This makes no sense. You two didn’t come together.” Pansy says.

“Clearly not. That’s the point. Whoever you were standing close to is who you are stuck with. I’m just glad it wasn’t you.” I say glaring at her.

“Now first task. Hold hands with your partner.” One of the twins says grinning.

Once again the mix of voices fill the room but soon people start holding hands, a soft popping sound being heard as another link adds to their chains.

“This is ridiculous.” Pansy says, grabbing her partner's hand. Some hufflepuff kid that looks terrified and maybe excited to be stuck with her.

Sighing I reach for Draco’s hand, him snatching it away from me only jerking my wrist up following his movements.

“What are you doing? I’m not holding hands with a filthy mudblood.” He spits at me.

“Well I hate to tell you it’s either do that or be stuck with me all night. Who knows maybe the rest of the year. George and Fred happen to enjoy these kinds of pranks.”

“Fine.” He glares.

“But don’t get any ideas.” He says slowly lowering his hand.

“I wouldn't dream of it, big boy.” I say, taking his hand in mine. A soft pop is heard, another link being added to our cuffs. The cuff grows half an inch. Each link is only that long.

‘Oh joy.’ I think, wondering how long I was going to be stuck with him at this rate.

I look at the crowd of people, some of them still holding hands others not telling me I could let go.

I open my grip, expecting my hand to fall but I’m stopped when Draco’s fingers lace with mine. I look up at him, but find him staring straight ahead like he has no idea what he just did.

“Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?” I whisper under my breath.

“Shut it.” He whispers back, making me blush.

I clench my jaw hoping he didn’t notice that it would look no different than my cheeks have all night.

Another round of pops fills the room as all the couples who let go of each other gain two links on their cuffs.

I can feel the smirk on my face from Draco making me glare up at him.

“Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him, a cocky smile settling on his lips.

“Enjoy the party. We will give you your next task shortly.” The twins say disappearing.

“Oh my gosh really? That’s not fair!” Pansy says loudly.

“That’s my ear.” I say holding the ear she just screamed in.

“I’m going to find those two and-.” She mumbles going off into the crowd.

“She’ll never find them.” I say, more to myself than anyone.

“Lucky me.” Draco says, sounding annoyed.

“Well if you didn’t want to get stuck with me. Maybe you shouldn’t have been invading my space.” I say back at him.

He looks shocked for a second then sighs.

“Whatever.” He says, his forehead wrinkling up.

“I need a drink.” I sigh.

“Come on.” He says pulling me with him.

“Where are we going?” I say, having no choice but to follow him. I could drop our hands but I wasn’t about to lose two links.

“To get you a drink.” He says, not looking back at me.

“Okay?” I question, wondering why he was being nice.

I’m surprised to see the twins at the punch bowl chatting with a few other people. Neither of them have holding hand buddies. But no one around them seemed to mind.

“Ah, look who it is.” Fred I think says meeting my gaze.

“Shush.” I say, them snickering at my partner.

“I should have never come here tonight.” I say grabbing a cup to pour myself some punch.

“But you did.” Fred says.

“Now you're here.” George says, smirking.

“You two are both idiots.” Draco snaps.

“Calm down anger management.” I snap at him, elbowing him in the side.

“Only I can be me to my friends thank you.” I glare at him.

“Ahh enemies to lovers.” The twins say, nodding to each other.

“We can see it.” Fred says.

“We can.” George says.

“Why do you two have to talk in riddles?” I ask, looking at both of them.

They both shrug and grinning.

“Can we get our next task or whatever over with so I can go to bed?” I ask, not wanting to be here now that I was stuck to Draco all night.

Yes I wanted to win the bet and toy with him a bit but I didn’t want to be attached to him.

“Sure.”

“Whatever you say.” They say, disappearing.

“How do you stand them two?” Draco asks.

“They are funny.” I say shrugging trying to pour me a drink.

“Here.” Draco says holding my cup so it doesn't move then handing it to me.

“Thanks.” I say, taking it off the table and taking a drink.

“I’m surprised you would drink that. After the shot at the door.”

I shrug again.

“I’m already here. No point in worrying about it now.” I say, shifting my weight onto my left hip, making me bump shoulders with him.

“Sorry.” I say straightening back up.

He doesn't answer me. The twins appeared once again in the middle of the room.

“Alright everyone, next task. Show us your favorite couples pose. You have five minutes to decide. Choose wisely you’ll be like this for an hour.” They say, looking directly at me. A devilish grin on their faces.

I clench my jaw wishing I would have brought my wand to curse them.

Voices and music fills the room as people work everything out. Laughs mix in them, seeming to enjoy themselves.

“Oh my gosh come on.” I say dragging him with me.

I don’t give him time to respond as I walk towards the group of couches and chairs.

“I’m not standing for an hour.” I say to him watching the seats get filled up as others get the same idea as me.

Seeing a large chaise I rush towards it getting to it before anyone else.

“Sit.” I say looking at Draco, him looking me up and down.

“Please.” I say through gritted teeth.

“All you had to do was ask.” He says sitting down, our hands separating. It was clear that wasn’t the game we were trying to win anymore.

I watch Draco sit, him leaning back. I knock his legs apart as I climb onto the soft cushion, turn around and plant myself between his legs just as our timer goes off.

#draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco fanfic #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x yn #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy #draco #harry potter #The Bet

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yumeka-sxf · 11 months

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Season 1 Wrap-Up

*This is a wrap-up post for my Twiyor analysis series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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As some of you may know, I'm fairly new to the SxF fandom, having only started watching the anime in October of last year. But it didn't take long for me to become hyperfixated enough to binge the manga, start my own blog, and develop ideas for analysis posts.

I've always enjoyed meta writing for my favorite fandoms, and SxF is definitely one of those! While I like many things about the story and characters, the Forgers overall, especially Twiyor, are my favorite thing about it, so I wanted to focus my first analysis posts on them. During my early months in the fandom, I found lots of good analyses and was impressed by the amount of talented fan writers out there. But rather than write random stand-alone posts, I wanted to express all my thoughts in chronological order. I eventually came up with the idea for this post series in December of last year, and after spending a solid month of writing during most of my free time, I finally felt I had enough to begin posting on a weekly basis.

Now that I've come to the end of the season 1 posts, I want to express my sincerest thanks to everyone who read them, especially those who left nice comments and reblogs. Even for those of you who only left likes, I appreciate it! I pay attention to the notes on my blog and it always makes my day to see the same people interacting with each new post every week. It's especially gratifying when I see a new person come along and leave a like on each post in order, one after another! In the many fandoms I've been in over the years, I always write for myself and my own enjoyment first, regardless of whether other people will enjoy my writing too. But it's nice to know that other people can also appreciate how I interpret things.

So here's what's going to happen with the post series going forward…

Since I want to continue keeping the posts as manga spoiler-free as possible, I won't start releasing the next batch of posts until season 2 airs (it's scheduled to air in October). I'll most likely release part 19 and onward towards the middle or end of season 2's run. I already have a good idea of what manga chapters will be adapted and will get them queued up beforehand.

On that note, I did end up having to tag a few of the season 1 posts for manga spoilers. I tried to avoid it as much as possible; I only discussed manga spoilers if I felt not doing so would be a disservice to my analysis. However, once season 2 airs, all but part 18 should be safe for anime-only fans! (I'll go back to those posts and remove the spoiler tags)

At some point during or slightly before season 2's airing, I plan to reblog all of my Twiyor analysis posts in order. If I can get the timing right, I hope to reblog part 18 (the last season 1 post) right before my start date for the first season 2 post. I'll probably do the reblogs just a few days apart before doing weekly releases again when I get to the new posts (for the reblogs, I'll be using the hashtag "#reblog for season 2 hype")

I don't have any other big analysis posts planned until then, with one exception…I do plan to write a post about Anya. I originally wanted to include her in the chronological series, but since her character arc is simpler and more straight-forward compared to Twilight's and Yor's, I didn't have nearly as much to say about her and figured it'd be best to talk about her in a separate post. Not sure when I'll release that post but should be sometime before season 2 as well.

Guess that's all for now! Thank you again to everyone who read this post series and I look forward to more compelling discussions in season 2!

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juiles · 1 year

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I am crazy in love with you.

Summary: You and Wanda have a talk after a rough day for you. Leading to some cute partner fluff

Pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader

Type: just pure fluff

Triggers: talk of self harm, talks of ultron fight and bombing

Masterlist!

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Wanda POV

I sat on the bed of my partner and stared out the window while I waited for them to come out of the bathroom. They had been in there for way to long now and I was starting to get concerned. I know they have a past of hurting themselves and my biggest fear is that they are doing it again. I refuse to look in their head though. That’s a promise I made them when we first got together and I have no intentions of ever breaking that one.

I sat and picked at the skin around my thumbs until I finally heard the lock click, announcing that they were done whatever it was they were doing. When the door finally creaked open I lifted my head to face them. I smiled softly as they stared at me in confusion for a moment. After a few moments they smiled softly however, the smile didn’t seem to reach their eyes making me frown in concern. I quickly replaced it with a smile hoping they didn’t notice, which thank goodness they didn’t and held one hand up.

They took that hand and sat on the bed beside before scooting up to be leaning against their headboard. I followed suit and tucked myself into their side, burying my head into the crook of their shoulder. Honestly, this is where I felt at home the most. I felt safe here. Like nothing could ever hurt us.

At this moment, the only thing that could hurt us is Y/n, inadvertently, with them bottling up their emotions. It will just turn explosive, we both know that. Y/n and I had known each other forever. We lived in the same apartment building and y/n, Pietro and I had been best friends. They had volunteered like me and Pietro did. They had a similar reason to us as well except they also lost their sibling. They were completely alone and the same age as us so we became closer as they had me and them share a room as our powers were very similar to each other, the only difference really is the colour of our wisps. When we were left alone at 10 and stuck to each other tight.

I had started having feelings for them a couple years in there before Pietro and I got rescued, when we went to fight Ultron, Natasha had spoken some sense into them and they joined us in the fight. We started dating not even a few months after Ultron. Some say it was because of my loss of Pietro and I was just looking to fill the whole but y/n fulfilled me in different ways. I still grieve Pete but with y/n by my side it was a lot easier.

“I’m sorry…” Their apology shook me out of my thoughts and I hummed in acknowledgement while I watched their hands fiddle with the rings on my fingers. A nervous tic they did when talking about feelings which very rarely happened. “I was almost 2 months clean… It would have been her birthday…” They blew out the breath they were holding through their nose and squeezed their eyes shut. “She would have been 16 today…”

I sighed and turned to face them. “Detka…”

“No… I need to…” They opened their eyes with a pleading look making me nod softly. “She would have been 14. I imagine her as the shy quiet type. One that always made people smile. She was like that you know? 6 years old and could put a smile on anyones faces. She was my parents pride and joy. God I loved her with my entire being… I couldn’t save her… the bomb went off to close to her room… she had begged me to spend the night in my bed that night… I told her no because shes a “big girl and big girls sleep in their own bed”… God wanda I was so fucking stupid…” They stopped when their body let out a sob.

“If only I had said yes… she would be here… I would be able-“

“No. Stop that. In no way was this your fault. You had no idea that was going to happen. It was the same for me and pete.” I stopped them placing my hands on their cheeks. “You wouldn’t let me take the guilt for sending Pete off to help with the last bit of fighting. I won’t let you take the blame for this. We were 10 when that shell hit our apartment building. 10. How could you have kept her safe when you were still a baby yourself.” I wiped the tears off their cheek as it rolled down. “Can I clean it please?” I motioned to their arm and they hesitated for a moment before nodding shyly.

y/n POV

I took a shaky breath searching in Wandas eyes before nodding slightly. She helped me stand and walk over to the bathroom and sat me down on the closed toilet lid before rummaging through my bathroom cabinet and stood back up holding my first aid kit.

“I love you y/n. With everything in me. I hope you know that.” I nodded biting my lip as she slowly rolled my sleeve up. “This doesn’t change anything my love…”

She squeezed her eyes shut quickly then went to work cleaning and wrapping my cuts. I whined when it stung but other than that just stared at her face as she was so focused. When she finishes I instantly melt into her arms and cupping her cheeks kiss her deeply. I pulled back and we rested our foreheads against each other as we stared at each other.

“I am crazy in love with you, Wanda Maximoff.”

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lady-october · 15 days

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Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-13 on Archive of Our Own

Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 14: A square doesn't fit the circle

Chapter title is lyrics from "Avalanche"

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The morning came too soon.

I swear Liam’s obnoxious alarm went off right as deep sleep had claimed me. But I wasn’t the only disappointed one. Groans could be heard all around me, as well as someone yelling “Turn that fucking thing off,” from somewhere down the aisle.

A long series of awkward interactions followed as we all tried to get ready at the same time in the small, entirely too intimate space. Being the only woman on the tour – and now apparently the object of interest for everyone except the openly gay and taken man – I tried to slip away before either accidentally flashing anyone, or potentially seeing entirely too much of everyone else while getting dressed.

From there on everything was just as chaotic as I’d expected. Me and Liam scrambled to get caffeine and something edible into the band members before we got going again, and since we’d made good time yesterday we only had about an hour left before arriving at the arena.

It was such a short amount of time, but it might as well have been an eternity after everything that transpired yesterday. The bus was too cramped, too claustrophobic when I was stuck with a man I have feelings for – who I’d cried on last night, another man I apparently had a date with tonight, and two more men that appeared to be itching to get me alone in some capacity.

The fact that I was a sweats-wearing, freshly-woken mess, with no current access to a shower, didn’t seem to deter them either. I’d seen myself in the small mirror of the bus toilet, and I was not looking my best with this little sleep. Yet when I glanced in Oli’s direction all I could see was a beautiful, flawlessly dishevelled man, positively dripping of as much sex appeal as ever.

How does he do that?

I shook my head. It was a mystery how someone could be that effortlessly hot at any given moment, and there was no use trying to decipher it.

My glance only lasted a split second, but he must have caught me looking since his text followed immediately.

“Oli: You’re stunning like that. Be careful, you’re gonna drive everyone else mad too.”

“Alice: Please, I look like a rat died in my hair.”

“Oli: Your hair’s perfect, makes you look freshly fucked. But I was mostly referring to skipping the bra.”

Heat crept up my neck as I looked down. In the awkward morning rush, I appear to have completely forgotten to put one on, causing my nipples to be extremely obvious in the thin, flimsy fabric of my shirt. It didn’t help that my breasts continuously bounced with the movement of the bus.

I shot out of my seat to head upstairs and correct my very unfortunately timed wardrobe error, but Mat instantly spoke up, stopping me from leaving.

“Didn’t wanna bother you, but if you’re up can you get me some more of those crisps, love?”

“It’s never a bother.” I said trying to come across as nice as possible, despite it absolutely being a bother right now, knowing it’s literally my job description to do whatever these men ask of me.

I’ve never felt as watched in my life as I reached into the top cabinet to retrieve the snack he’d requested, but Liam had shoved the packets back into the cabinet too haphazardly this morning, causing a number of them to fall onto the floor as I attempted to just dislodge one of the crisp packs. Instantly both Mat and Oli rushed to my aid, collecting them off of the floor, with Lee having stood up as well, but sat back down once he noticed how swiftly the others had reached me.

This was ridiculous, and had me wonder if it would be easier if Oli filled everyone in about us already.

“Thank you guys.” I said sheepishly while they were stuffing the snacks back into the cabinet, having sandwiched me between them, trapping me entirely too close to them. The tension between the two men was tangible, and more guilt was added to the already large guilt collection in my chest.

“Anytime, love.” Oli said, with Mat having spoken over him in the same beat, “No problem at all.”

They were only struggling to get the cabinet sorted for a short moment, but time seemed to slow down as they continuously brushed up against me, making me want to squeeze between them to escape. But knowing my plan would require me to press my body against both men fully, I recoiled from the idea and stayed put.

Once they were done Oli casually sat back down in his seat, appearing unbothered by the event. But Mat lingered in front of me, holding his hand out, questioning eyes meeting mine.

My gaze darted between his eyes and open palm anxiously, confusion rushing over me.

“Can I have my crisps, love?”

“Oh, yes– yes, of course.”

As soon as the awkward moment was over I rushed upstairs to essentially cover myself up, cause while I was enjoying revealing more of my body in general recently, this was not the time. Thankfully the rest of the trip lacked all focus on me, instead the lads had spent most of the time in an unusually docile state, either napping or zoning out, most likely to rest up before arriving at the arena considering how hectic the day would be.

To my surprise, while everything was a flurry of moving parts and constant stress, I was done with my tasks quicker than usual as the agency had called in an abundance of helping hands for this concert, which made sense with the time frame of today’s preparations, leaving me ample time to enjoy the arena showers and get ready for the gig and the small gathering thereafter.

Deciding on an outfit was infinitely harder than other nights. I’d put aside an unusually daring number; it was a short, black silk dress that plunged deeply between my tits, which would force me to go braless for the second time today.

But I’d selected this dress for Oli’s eyes, before tonight had turned into a sort-of, kind-of date with Mat.

I slipped the dress on, and it was as vulgar as I remembered – especially considering how I wasn’t allowed to wear any underwear – so I decided to cover up with an oversized, weathered sweater. Instantly switching my look from bombshell, to a completely casual, everyday look. The woman looking back at me in the mirror caused sadness to wash over me. It felt like a complete betrayal against my personal progress to cover up in oversized clothes again, but I knew tonight called for drastic measures. Yet the sight of myself pulled me right back to how I felt before coming on this tour. Suddenly I felt so small, so dull.

I shook myself internally, not wanting this feeling to take a hold of me. So in order to retain some of my personality progress, I paired my look with a deep, velvety, purple lipstick, so dark it looked almost black, turning my look a tad bit more grunge than casual.

I stepped out of the dressing room just in time to catch a glimpse of the band members heading towards the stage area before disappearing around a corner. The opening bands were all done, and it was almost time for the headliner of the night.

I met up with Liam backstage. The poor man looked dreadful after all the driving and working the past couple of days.

“Alright I’m all done here Alice, I’m heading back to the bus so you’re alone for the show tonight I’m afraid. The crew have things under control and I’d love to get a solid 12 hours of sleep, I’m fucking knackered.”

“No problem at all, please get some well deserved rest.”

He pulled me in for a massive bear hug, and spoke quietly next to my ear so his voice wouldn’t travel, “Good luck with the lads tonight. I heard Mat talking about you with Lee earlier. He seems quite smitten.”

My heart sank. When he pulled away his expression was full of pity.

“Thanks. I need all the luck I can get.”

I positioned myself in a dark corner next to the stage as usual, trying to not be in anyone's way. For each of their live performances I witnessed during the tour, it was becoming harder and harder to not feel emotional from the lyrics, with some lines starting to take on new meanings the closer I got to the main lyricist of the band. Obviously so much of it carried a lot of personal weight to him, causing my heart to ache as he so passionately performed on stage. He sang about trust issues, about loneliness, about hopelessness, and love. And halfway through the song ‘Doomed’ I had to hold back my tears, relating entirely too much to the song’s depiction of being an utterly broken, unsalvageable mess.

Once the show was over I decided to pitch in helping the crew with packing up the equipment and general cleanup. I knew the bands were already hanging out in one of the larger dressing rooms backstage, but I simply wasn’t ready to face them yet. Sadly, with the amount of help that was hired, it only took about an hour to prepare everything for the stage to be disassembled in the morning, leaving nothing left for me to do but join the others as the arena was suddenly eerily empty. Knowing that it would be too obvious that I was ignoring them if I didn’t stop procrastinating, I took a deep breath and stepped into the dressing room.

It wasn’t as crowded as I’d expected it to be, only about 20 people total in the windowless room filled with cheap seating, light up mirrors, and plenty of equipment trunks. It also smelled of cigarette smoke, and metal music was blaring out of some speakers in the corner.

As soon as I shut the door behind me I locked eyes with Mat across the room, causing him to instantly wave me over.

Crap.

Opposite him, sitting backwards on a fold up chair was an absolutely stunning woman, appearing so confident and sexy that I suddenly felt even smaller.

“Alice, love. Meet Courtney, she’s in Spiritbox.”

“Hi, oh, y-yes, of course, you w-were great out there.” I could feel my stutter worsening before I even opened my mouth – something I’d struggled with my whole life, and always triggered by new social situations.

Mat gestured for me to sit down next to him as I spoke; he had in fact saved a seat for me like he’d promised.

“Thank you so much, Alice. Are you Mat’s girlfriend then?”

Mat laughed a bit awkwardly, “Maybe if I play my cards right.”

Both of them laughed, and I couldn’t help it, I felt myself starting to blush.

Courtney raked her eyes over me quickly, “So what do you do Alice?”

“I work f-for the touring team.”

I could see the judgement glaze over Courtney’s eyes as soon as I said it – as if I wasn’t important enough to continue talking to. I’ve seen that look on so many people the past month I knew exactly what it meant. It was mostly managers who wore the offending expression, but occasionally some opening band members did as well.

As the conversation continued – mostly between Courtney and Mat as I was feeling particularly shy tonight – I attempted to locate Oli in the crowd. I was about to conclude that he wasn’t here when I spotted him in the mirror on the wall across from me; I hadn’t seen him because he was sitting directly behind me, just a couple of feet away, facing the opposite direction. A sense of comfort hit me at the sight of his long, brown, fluffy hair in the mirror, completely tousled from the concert. He was still in the night's stage clothes, which consisted of a bright red matching set, with trousers that were tight in all the right places, and a loose, crop cut jacket that showed off a lot of his ink work when he moved.

I took note of the fact that he hadn’t said a single word since I sat down, made obvious by the fact that I would have heard him clear as day from this distance.

After a beat Courtney excused herself, leaving just me and Mat sitting together.

“So, Alice. Tell me a little about yourself, what’s your passion in life?”

I hated this question, as I was currently completely void of passions besides being choked by one of his best friends.

“I don’t really have a lot going on at the m-moment I’m afraid.” Usually being alone with Mat got rid of my stutter due to his calming nature, but knowing Oli was listening in had me on edge. I also felt like a complete loser, not just from my pathetic answer to his question, but who was I kidding, I really didn’t fit into this world where everyone was oozing with confidence, dedication, and fame.

He gave me a thoughtful look, “That’s alright, it’s nice to not have a lot going on all the time.”

I appreciated his attempt at making me feel less awkward, but I was starting to become nauseous from how out of place I felt in this room.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” I said in a barely audible voice, looking down at my hands in my lap.

He spoke up before I had a chance to leave, “Hey– I’m sorry if I’ve pushed you too much, and I was only joking with the whole girlfriend thing... Although I have to say, you’re pretty fantastic, Alice. But I promise you, there’s no pressure here.”

I dared to meet his eyes again, they were swimming with sympathy.

He took a breath and smiled, “What if we start with something a bit easier? I was born in Maltby – small town outside Sheffield. How about you?”

Mat was sweet and caring, and deserved someone who could reciprocate all his efforts. Even though I knew that wasn’t me, we ended up making smalltalk for a while. I learned about his family, his pets, and where he liked to travel in the world and why. We talked about favourite tv shows, and movies, and before I knew it the conversation flowed effortlessly, and while there were no sparks flying, it was like catching up with an old friend.

That’s when I noticed Oli stand up and take long strides towards the exit.

“I’m so sorry, I just remembered, I need to make a quick phone call.” Was all I could think of to say before I essentially ran after him.

But Oli was fast, and when I left the dressing room he was already disappearing into the stage entrance at the very end of the corridor.

“Oli, wait!” I yelled after him, knowing the loud music from the dressing room would drown out my shout.

But he didn’t stop.

I ran down the corridor, through the black backstage curtains, swerving around packed up equipment and props until I got to the steps leading to the stage itself.

That’s when I saw him.

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Chapter notes: I'd just like to quickly apologise to all the fellow Spiritbox fans. I'm sure Courtney is lovely, I just needed someone to be a bit judgemental for the story.

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Suffer with me SasuSaku lovers...hahaha

So I was perusing through my WIPs and found this little gem. It's another one of those thoughts that came in the middle of the night and I just vomited what I could at the time before I forgot it. It's a WIP, I recently called, "Together Again" - SasuSaku Timetravel AU. After re-reading this WIP, I was sad that there wasn't more. I was even sadder when I realized that it was I, who left it unfinished and haven't written more (*sobs incoherently*). I'm pretty sure where I want to go with this, the problem is the same as always, figuring out how to get there. I will eventually pick this back up but in the meantime, I am sharing this little snippet because it's that good if I do say so myself...lol. So for all you SasuSaku lovers out there, suffer with me and enjoy this snippet. Trust me, you won't be disappointed, except maybe want more...hahaha.

"TOGETHER AGAIN" - A SasuSaku Timetravel AU

CH. 1

SAKURA HARUNO, the pink-haired medic nin, dries her hair off with a towel as she prepares to read a few medical charts while waiting for her hair to dry before going to bed.

This has become her nightly routine. Most women have a beauty routine, others spend time talking on the phone with their significant others. Her, she has her work, training and sometimes the other thing that she took from her Shishou, the Fifth Hokage, besides her enormous strength and her medical ninjutsu, her love for the alcoholic beverage.

She would sometimes have a drink or two while doing some work before bed or when work has been a little too stressful, she stops by a local tavern to get her fill. Occasionally, she would be accompanied by a friend or two but when her friends are busy with their own significant others or out on missions, she finds herself at the tavern alone with her work. Since she’s a regular, the tavern owners and the barkeep keeps an eye on her. The tavern owners see her as a daughter while the barkeep has a hidden crush on her, though he keeps it to himself as to not seem like the other idiots who wanders in the bar looking for someone to warm their beds at night. To be perfectly honest, he’s attracted to her and fears her at the same time. Some of the regulars also look out for her knowing that she can protect herself especially from travelling drunkards who are naïve enough to hit on her and unaware that she has the strength of a hundred men in her delicate little pinkie. On the occasion that it happens, the regulars as well as whoever is working for the night make their bets to see how long she’ll let the poor fellow talk and how far he flies out the door. On a night she feels generous, he gets away with just a hurt pride and with both legs and arms intact. On an unlucky day, she runs into them the next day at her job as Director of the Konoha General Hospital. Of course, she can pass them off to her residents and interns without having to deal with them herself. This earns her a few sniggers and gossip as well as a few of them trying to play matchmaker.

This is what became of Sakura’s life – work, training and being the only single one left out of her peers. Even her best friend, Ino, is set to be married in a few months. Not that she’s complaining. Her work gives her a sense of warmth and happiness knowing that she saves lives, and she keeps families from being torn apart. She also garnered a lot of respect from her peers as well as the whole village. It makes her feel proud of herself to know that they rely on her and places their lives and the lives of their loved ones in her capable hands.

As for her personal life, it is a personal choice. It’s not that she doesn’t try, she has been on a few dates, and she’s even slept with a few of them. On one occasion, she had to shower and dress at work coming straight from the previous night’s tryst. However, most of the time, the relationship doesn’t go far mostly because of her busy schedule or they’re busy with missions and are out of the village while she’s stuck in the village running the hospital. She tried dating a civilian once, even though he was from a well-off family and held a prominent position, his insecurities got the best of him, and he ended up cheating on her. Then there is also a part of the reason for her singleness that she would never admit to anyone but to herself, even then she doesn’t dare to speak it out loud except in the deep cavern of her heart – the fact that her heart has never truly healed from the loss of a certain dark-haired nin whom she loved since she can remember.

After the battle between her two best friends resulting with one of them losing an arm and no trace of the other except for a large, burnt crater with a few specks of blood and singed pieces of clothing. There was no closure, at least not for her. There was no body to bury - just the anger and a gaping hole that won’t heal no matter how hard she tries. She has tried, hell, everyone who loved her tried as well. At first, they would try to comfort her when she would have a hint of an emotional breakdown then they would amuse her and spar with her when she would have her fits of anger though the surrounding area paid for most of it with the number of trees she destroyed and the craters she created on the ground. After a while, after everyone had moved on and thought that she did too, she started keeping how she really felt to herself and decided to bury herself with her work to keep busy and keep from thinking about things she doesn’t want to dwell on. Eventually, it resulted in what her life had turned into – a routine. After a few years, the routine made her life bearable and eventually, not as bad as she thought. She even genuinely started smiling again without having to fake the smile. Her work and the hospital were flourishing. She even started travelling out of the village to promote new practices and procedures and to promote her new idea of starting a Children’s Clinic for Psychological and Emotional Trauma.

She was also training regularly – sometimes by herself and at times her old teammate and best friend, Naruto, would join her, sometimes her other teammate Sai, and even her old sensei and Rokudaime, Kakashi. She would also go to Lee’s Dojo whenever she has energy enough to deal with his excited youthfulness.

She even made a conscious effort to start going out more. She had lunch and dinner with her old team regularly, at least as much as their busy schedules permit. Sometimes it would be all of them, other times, it would only be one or two. She also let her girlfriends and female coworkers drag her out for a night in town. She can honestly say that she was happy. Everything was going great. That is until “they” walked into her life.

She was about an hour into going over her patient’s charts on her bed when she started dozing off. Her head fell sideways on her pillow with the chart on her chest. She must’ve been more tired than usual since she started to snore lightly. She only snores whenever she’s sick or when she’s exhausted. Suddenly, there was a light rap on her door. Sakura didn’t rouse. After a few minutes, the rapping became louder. This jolted Sakura awake. Panic was evident on her face since she wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour, and no one dared to stop by unannounced unless there was an emergency at the hospital. She hurried to put on her robe and see who’s at the door. She stopped a few feet shy of her door and her knees buckled.

It can’t be. There’s no way it’s him.

However, there’s no mistaking it. There are two chakra signatures behind her door and one of them is faint and unfamiliar, but the other is as familiar to her as breathing. Her heart pounds in her chest. He knocks again but this time, he calls out to her in the familiar way he used to knowing she’s standing a few feet from him with only a wooden door between them. Not that it would’ve stopped him. The fact that he’s still standing behind it knocking and hasn’t forced his way in says a lot since he could’ve easily broken it down. There is a barrier ninjutsu in place that prevents anyone from entering except for members of her old Team 7 including her sensei. She forgot to alter the ninjutsu and remove his permission once he defected, so he could’ve passed through it and entered at any time.

“Sakura, please open the door,” the familiar voice pleads. His voice is a few octaves deeper, but she can recognize it anywhere even after not having heard it in years.

Sakura places her hand on the door, shaking. Sakura can’t believe it. Part of her feels that she’s not awake and that she’s dreaming since she’s dreamt this very thing happening many times before. However, the coolness of the metal knob in her hand and the loud thumping sound of her beating heart in her ears says otherwise. She opens the door but wasn’t prepared to see what she saw.

There he was, SASUKE UCHIHA, her old teammate, friend, once upon a time enemy, and her first and only love. He stares at her with a look that’s unfamiliar on his face – helpless pleading.

“S-Sasuke?” Sakura asks more for confirmation than anything else. She still doesn’t know what to think or feel. She’s too stunned to say anything else.

“Can we please come in?” Sasuke pleads.

For the first time, she notices the bundle with long, dark hair asleep in his arms. That’s why he couldn’t cross the barrier, it’s because of her. Sakura weaved the signs to undo the barrier. She steps aside and opens the door wider letting them through.

CH. 2

Sasuke sips his drink incognito under a dark hood in the back booth of a tavern in a foreign land.

He’s been working odd jobs from being a hired help to accompanying a fishing vessel out to sea for weeks sometimes months. He has been wandering from place to place ever since he arrived in the foreign country four years ago. He hasn’t quite found a place to settle down in that he feels he could make his home, so he stays until a better job finds him elsewhere. He’s learned the language enough to navigate and communicate with the locals. He’s also learned their customs and adjusted his style accordingly so as not to stand out. Although, it’s not so easy at times since the women tend to give him a lot of attention wherever he goes, hence, the purpose of the dark hood.

Sasuke Uchiha had always received a lot of attention from the opposite sex even when he was little. He thought it was annoying then and even more so now that he’s older except on a few occasions. They used to fawn over him and act giggly and would follow him everywhere he went so that he could never be alone even when he wanted to, and he so desperately wanted to be alone then. Well, there was one whom he didn’t mind being around. He used to look for her pink hair but that was a long time ago. Sometimes he wonders what she’s doing but shakes the thought off and places it back in its box, in the deep pit of his heart before it can take root. There’s no point in bringing up the past and it’s not going to do him any good. Plus, she’s better off. At least, that’s what he has convinced himself to make himself feel better.

At times, he would dream about her, not sure why but there she would be. Sometimes he would dream that he was back in the village with her or that she would be with him. Seems like they were sharing a life together. There were also times where he would dream about touching her or what it would feel like to touch her and explore every inch of her body, every curve. They would be so enraptured by each other and entwined together that it was hard to figure out where one started and the other ended. It felt a little too real and at times, not enough. When the loneliness and the longing would be too much for him, he would seek the company of other women, but it always ends the same, he always leaves before they wake and never stays with the same woman. He leaves with his body being fed for a brief time but for some reason he’s never satiated and there’s always a feeling that something’s missing. Plus, no matter how beautiful the woman nor how much pleasure she claims to give him, it’s always her face that he sees and only hers. He feels guilty but he lets them know that there will not be a second time, nor will there be anything more than what he is willing to give that night. Nothing more, nothing less. Most of the women are fine with the arrangements, though there have been a few tears. On one occasion, the woman had been married though to his defense, she did not disclose it until afterwards. He also always made sure to keep the ninjutsu that makes him sterile for a while lest he want a little Uchiha running around.

A little Uchiha or a few of them running around...yes, he’s even dreamt of them. A few mini-him running around yelling “Papa” and fighting amongst themselves. For some reason, it’s always the same, different dream, same number of children. Plus, these same children look the same in all of them with just the difference in ages in some of them – the eldest, a girl with black hair and dark eyes with glasses looks just like her father, the second, a boy with pink hair and green eyes, the third, another girl with dark features but she takes more from her mother, and the youngest, though one can’t really tell his features yet since he’s either a babe in his mother’s arms or still in his mother’s womb. Also, for some unknown reason, their mother was always her with her bright pink hair and bright green eyes. She’s never looked more beautiful than when she’s glowing and her belly round. The look of joy in her face as she’s surrounded by their rambunctious kids. His face reflects the joy she feels albeit on a much smaller scale. You could see contentment in his eyes. Those were the good times.

Other times, he would have nightmares of her getting hurt or dying, in the worst times, he would be the cause of it. There are also times when he would dream of nothing but them sitting together and talking. Not really about anything either and he always never remember the conversation but what is ingrained in his memory was her smile, laughter, and the way she calls him, “Sasuke-kun.” No matter what version of a dream he has, he would force himself awake to remind himself that none of it is real.

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BACK AT SAKURA'S HOUSE...

She shuts the door and exhales before turning around to face her old teammate.

“Is there a place I can lay her down in?” Sasuke asks.

“Uh...in there,” Sakura points in her bedroom. She leads them to her bedroom and cleans the mess off her bed. She moves her patient’s charts onto her nightstand and turns down her comforter for Sasuke to lay the girl in. She finally sees the girl up close. She looks like a mini version of him. Sasuke lays the girl, removing her shoes and tucking her in. He moves the girl’s long dark hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ears. The girl looks about 4 or 5 years old. Sasuke was about to leave when the little girl reaches out for him and calls him, “Papa.”

He’s a lot taller than her now and his hair is no longer spiky, it’s flat on his face and his bangs swept to one side. Even though they’re only months apart, for some reason, he looks a bit older than her, more mature-looking and refined. He’s still as handsome as ever. His mature look really looks good on him.

- END OF SNIPPET -

#naruto #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #sasusaku #uchiha sarada #timetravel au #wip

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 2 years

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Not how this was supposed to go (USWNT x Reader)

This is my first time writing for USWNT, let me know what you think. Let me know if you want a part 2.

I also want to try some Christen Press x Reader, so if you want that or have any ideas let me know :)

Words: 1.6k

The second half had only been going for 10 minutes when I was taken out by a mistimed tackle. I had felt a split second of blinding pain before everything went black. When I came to again, I opened my eyes before slamming them shut again when pain shot through my head. I felt someone squeeze my hand and reassurances that everything was going to be okay.

I was taken off the field to the treatment room much to my relief as things got quieter and not so bright. It was confirmed that I had a mild concussion, they wanted me to go to the hospital, but I refused. Hospitals were not my thing. They relented when it was clear I absolutely wasn't going to go and I promised I'd go instantly if things got worse. I had managed to get the trainer to send a text to my girlfriend, Cam. We had been dating for about a year and a half now and no one knew. I knew she was in the stands watching me play as we were playing in our city and would be super worried. All I wanted right now was her, she was all I wanted when bad things happened.

The trainer told me that Cam would come by the hotel later. After the trainer had told her my room and when we would likely be back, he left me alone to rest saying he would be back soon to check on me.

My head was pounding, the lights were bright and every sound was like it had been amplified by a hundred. I had been moved to the locker room as we were only a few minutes away from heading back to the hotel. The girls were trying to be quiet, well at least the vets were. They had the hard job of trying to reign in the others while making sure I was okay.

Once we had gotten back to the hotel, I was put straight into bed. I knew I needed a shower, but I was so tired. Ashlyn, Ali and Christen were fussing over me when there was a knock at the door. Ashlyn answered and I could just hear the conversation.

"Who are you?"

"I'm looking for y/n."

"I'll ask one more time, who are you?"

"Her girlfriend, now let me in."

"Like fuck you are."

I managed to speak up loud enough for them to hear, "Cam."

I heard Cam tell Ashlyn to move before someone knelt down beside me taking my hand. Instantly, I knew it was Cam. I tried to pull her closer to me, but wasn't strong enough. She climbed into bed next to me as I wrapped my arm around her waist and rest my head on her chest.

"I got you baby."

This was not the way I wanted the team to meet her. I loved the national team girls, but they had always been over protective. I wasn't even the youngest on the team, but I was often treated like I was. Probably, because they were the only family I had. My parents had disowned me when I came out to them, I didn't have any siblings and the rest of my family except one cousin had followed my parents lead. Ashlyn and Ali had adopted the role of my team 'Mums' while Christen had become like a big sister, a mentor of sorts. Most of the time I didn't mind the overprotectiveness, them making sure I had eaten, went to bed at a reasonable time or keeping track of where I was incase something happened as I often went off by myself.

What did bother me was how overbearing they got sometimes, or when they wouldn't leave me alone when I needed it. Not letting me sort things out for myself, the badgering questions if they even thought I was talking to someone. That's why I hadn't told them about Cam. I knew they would try to interfere, push their way in demanding to know everything and get overprotective. Cam was one of the best things in my life. She had such a loving and bubbly personality, there was always a smile on her face. She was always there for me even if I shut down occasionally to sort my mind out. Cam was my number one supporter, had been for years even before we started dating. I didn't want them to scare her off, especially when we had first started dating. From then I had just enjoyed being able to have something that was just mine. That didn't involve input from anyone, but us.

"What the fuck y/n?" Ashlyn said, voice raised. She was pissed. The loudness of her voice made me whimper and push myself more into Cam. Both from pain and anxiety. I hated being yelled at, more often then not it drove me to a panic attack. Everyone knew it especially Ali, Ashlyn and Christen. I felt Cam tense slightly before speaking.

"Don't you dare use that tone with her, you know better then that. I think it's best if you leave for now. Y/n needs to rest." Despite the anger I could hear in Cams voice, she never rose her voice at them. "If you're going to yell or raise your voice don't say anything. I've got her from here, I'll let you know if anything happens." Cam finished leaving no room for arguments. I felt two different pairs of lips press against my temple, my guess was Ali and Christen before the door opened and closed.

"Needa shower," I mumbled.

Cam wrapped her arm around me a bit tighter, "You need to sleep, the shower can wait. I love you y/n."

I buried myself further into her, "Love you Cam."

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Two days had passed and I hadn't spoken to Ashlyn at all and only a few words to Ali and Christen. After the way they found out about Cam, I didn't want to face it yet. I couldn't face it yet. My head was still throbbing more often then not, nausea that hadn't gone away and I was still so tired. I had been in my room since the game, mostly sleeping or just lying there in the dark. Today I decided to go for a little walk while Cam went home to get some things. She was determined to stay with me until I was fully recovered since coach wanted me to stay at the hotel so medical could keep an eye on me. I had agreed as long as she could stay.

When I stepped outside I was very glad I had my sunglasses, it was brighter than I expected. Before I could get any further a hand rested on my shoulder, I turned around to find Ashlyn standing there.

"Y/n stop ignoring me, please," Ashlyn spoke when I went to turn around again.

"I can't handle a fight right now Ash, my head is still killing me."

Ashlyn sat down, patting the seat next to her, "I just want you to talk to me kiddo, tell me what you're thinking."

After hesitating for a second, I sat down next to her, "I appreciate that you care, man sometimes I even appreciate that you're over protective, but I'm not a child. I'm 23, I can make my own decisions. That includes who I date and what I do with said person."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"It wasn't that I didn't want to Ash. I know what you guys are like, how protective and at times overbearing. Cam and I have been friends for years, at first I just wanted a chance to explore the romantic side of our relationship before we told anyone, then I just kind of liked having something that was just mine, no outside interference. This wasn't how you were supposed to find out. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry y/n. I never meant to make you feel like you couldn't tell me things. When you first joined the team you were quite frankly a mess. After all you've been through we just want to make sure you stay okay. I know we can get a bit much at times. From now on we'll take a step back." I raised an eyebrow at her making her roll her eyes, "Okay, I will take a step back. Just know that we're always here for you, always have your back."

My arms wrapped around her waist as she held me tight, "I'm sorry for raising my voice. When you got hurt I was so scared, it all just boiled over. It won't happen again. For the record I like her, she stood up for you without hesitation even if it meant making a bad impression. It was kind of scary actually."

"That's my girl. Cam is a total softy most of the time, the happiest, most loving girl you'll ever meet until you mess with the people she loves."

Ashlyn pulled away and pointed to where Cam was standing, "Speaking of, I think it's time to introduce us properly."

Cam stood next to me looking slightly nervous, I pushed myself under her arm, feeling her relax almost instantly, "Cam this is Ashlyn, Ashlyn this is Cam, my girlfriend."

"It's nice to meet you Cam."

"You too Ashlyn. I'm sorry for how I spoke to you the other night, not the best first impression."

"Thinking back I'd say it was a pretty good impression. You looked after her even if it meant risking how we'd see you. I'll say this once though, you hurt her and you will have me and about 21 other women to deal with."

I hit her arm slightly, "Ash!"

"What? Everyone dating someone on this team gets the shovel talk. This one however, has more weight behind it. Just remember that Cam. Now are you two going to be down for dinner tonight?"

"I don't think I can Ash, everyone is so loud and I'm still suffering the effects of this concussion."

Ashlyn kissed my forehead, "Looks like you're safe for now Cam."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader

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kichous · 10 months

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✧･ﾟ:* but we were born to be alone

summary. nanami kento is probably the most reliable man you know. but by god is it hard to talk to him, sometimes. series. a night of dark trees. part one . part two . part three . part four you’re here ! pairings. past nanami kento x gn!reader. mentioned gojo satoru x gn!reader. warnings. none. word count. 1999

This is a massive ethics violation. If one were to look up the definition of ‘conflict of interest,’ a photo collage of every one of your sessions with Nanami Kento would be directly underneath it. You’d known this when you first started dating Kento, shortly after he abandoned the mundane world for this cavalcade of peril known as jujutsu sorcery. When you brought it up to him, he hadn’t cared.

“That makes your dating pool rather small,” he’d commented instead, not unkindly yet neither pitying. He was right. It’s not like you have any other colleagues. Everyone comes to you. You and Shoko have always referred to each other as siblings for this purpose—she’s in charge of the physical, you’re responsible for the mental. Yet, as bad of an idea as it was, your vocation hadn’t come between you. If anything, it was your issues, rather than his own, that had put the kibosh on your relationship.

(Funnily enough, this issue of ethics arises with everyone except Gojo, who had never once made use of your professional services, in spite of the open and persistent invitation.)

You suppose that the rest of the sorcery world wouldn’t care, even if half of them didn’t think you were a hack. They tolerated much—inbreeding and eugenics, passing death sentences onto children, systemic misogyny. The thought that power imbalances would cause any of them to blink is almost laughable. And it seemed Kento’s time among the mortals hadn’t whittled away his sorcerous sensibilities.

The issue of being the only sorcerer therapist throughout all of Tokyo was that you didn’t have anyone to turn to. It’s not like you can off-load on a civilian counterpart. Yeah, so my fiancé was murdered on my wedding day, and the entire ceremony was treated to the sight of his gory remains. I’ve developed commitment issues ever since, and while I’m desperate for love, I don’t know how to open myself up to it. Also there’s this guy, and he’s really cool and powerful and a little stupid and he told me he loves me, but I said ‘Thank you’ like a fucking idiot and now he won’t talk to me—yeah. There’s your dilemma.

“Thank you for your time,” you tell Kento at the end of your session, shorthand for ‘everything we talk about afterward is off the record’ that somehow still lasted even after the two of you had very awkwardly broken up. Worst homemade candlelit dinner ever. At least he hadn’t humiliated you in public. Despite the circumstances, you both recovered well. You can’t quite call Kento a friend more than an occasional drinking buddy, but the care and concern is still there.

He gives you a quick nod and buttons his jacket, though he still remains seated. “You’re curious about Itadori, aren’t you?” asks Kento.

“Perceptive as always,” you smile. “He hasn’t been out in the field since his resurrection. It would be irresponsible to put him on a mission for adults, but the boy, Junpei… well, I suppose it’s irresponsible to involve children in these affairs to begin with.”

“He’s a good kid,” he says simply. There’s something wistful in his voice, a softness in his gaze.

“He is a lot like Yuu, isn’t he?” You prop your chin up on your hand, tossing your legal pad onto your desk to avoid crinkling your notes with the point of your elbow. Truthfully, you didn’t know Kento’s fallen friend very well. But you understand the feeling better than most. Itadori reminds you of someone else, and the band on your finger almost seems to shine brighter when the kid’s in the room. It’s almost like he knows, and he’s amused by the comparison. Not that he’d ever given you signs from beyond the grave since the time that he left you. “I guess we’re both still haunted by the ghosts of our pasts.”

It’s immediately clear that you’ve once again misspoken. Batting two for two, it seems. “Is that your professional opinion?” Nanami’s tone is sharp and the arch of his eyebrow severe. You’re not friends. You barhop together sparingly and the focus on the night has always been the alcohol. You’re not close enough to bring up his dead friend even if the commonality of losing someone deeply important to you is what brought you together in the first place.

“More of a friendly observation,” you wince. “I see that it didn’t land. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you need to be sorry for.”

At that, you release an incredulous laugh. “And you’re so certain about that?”

Nanami blinks. “Nothing to me,” he amends.

“Yes, we’ve long since established you don’t mind an abuse of power if you get hot sex out of it.” Whoa—you did not mean to sound that bitter. “I don’t do that anymore. Cross professional boundaries because I’m lonely, which—wow, I’m really just digging this hole deeper aren’t I? If I keep swallowing my foot and beyond, will I disappear or—”

“I know about you and Gojo,” interrupts Nanami with what you can only describe as bemusement, with a knowing incline of his head. “You’re starting to ramble like him, too.”

You slap a hand over your mouth. “You take that back!”

“Although, I shouldn’t be too surprised at your similarities,” Kento continues with a dry wryness you came to realize is the closest he’ll ever get to playful. “There must, after all, be a reason why you are nine and a half points ahead of me.”

“What?”

His lips twitch. “Never you mind.”

You pout, but all that does make him snort.

“Well, since we’re already on the topic of atrocious breaches of professional etiquette, it appears our mutual acquaintance was… upset before he left on his work trip. That wouldn’t have anything to do with your fuckbuddy arrangement?” He adjusts his spectacles, your office’s LEDs glinting off the lenses and the TAG Heuer on his wrist, impassive as your tea goes down the wrong pipe. “Please don’t mistake me—customarily, I couldn’t care less about his mood. But he’s been even more obnoxious than usual as of late.”

“And you want me to fix it.” Not a question. It’s mortifying enough that he sussed out the fact that you’re boinking—and you thought you’d been hiding it so well, too!—and it’s a whole other realm of shame that he’s asking you to unbreak Gojo Satoru’s heart. You’re not certain how much he knows; Gojo isn’t the type to gossip about his sex life beyond boasting in the vaguest of terms, much prouder of his skill as a sorcerer than anything a regular man might brag about. But on the other hand, you don’t want to chance exposing too much. If Nanami even really cares to begin with. “I already tried, he left me on read.”

“You apologized via text?”

“No, I asked him to meet so I could do it in person,” you snap. “Why’re you so invested, anyway? If he’s being annoying, just get Shoko to smack him upside the head of a couple of times.”

“Can you blame me for being intrigued? You’re probably the only human alive who could best Gojo Satoru without breaking a sweat.” Nanami crosses a leg as he speaks, sporting a pose uncomfortably similar to your own, typically used to balance your notepad on your knee.

“My love life isn’t a sports match!”

“No,” continues Kento evenly, “but Gojo is… not a friend.” He makes an expression like he’s just bitten down on a whole lemon. “But as far as colleagues go, he’s closer than most. He stopped being a symbol to me a long time ago. Can you say the same?”

You open your mouth to protest—and then you stop yourself short.

Gojo Satoru is but a man, flesh and bone that you’ve mapped countless times with your fingers and tongue. But even his name in your phone—pure jest that it is—belies the inhumanity with which you’ve been treating him. The colloqualism for your relationship is ‘friends with benefits.’ How much can you say that you’re actually friends? You’ll deny it any time someone asks, but that’s just how people talk about Gojo. They respect him, some revere him, but those in Tokyo get a closer glimpse at him than most. He’s harmless and friendly, if a little annoying—so long as you aren’t a conservative. No one really hates him in that they want him dead. He’s like an irritating younger sibling, at best. He’s got allies, and that’s as good as friends, right?

Everyone knows the tale of Gojo Satoru. The myth, the legend. But how many can say that they truly know him?

And can you dare to count yourself among them?

“If a punching bag counts as a symbol,” you admit. For the most part, it had been purely transactional between the two of you. At some point, for him, that changed. But you’d used him, under the assumption that he didn’t mind. Because everyone else did. He was someone to aspire to, someone to rely on. Just as easily, he was someone to envy, someone to resent. And you’d done just about enough of that. His good fortune was not your justification—it was his chipper attitude. Someone who suffered as you did had no right to be that happy. Worse, even, as his beloved’s butcher. But that wasn’t right. You were just jealous of his resilience.

And yet, when the supposedly omnipotent Gojo Satoru—however unwittingly—bared his soul to you, you hadn’t crushed it on purpose. You’d done it with the same lack of consideration you’d always given Satoru. Because he could take it, just like he could weather everything. And because you refused to let anyone get too close, no matter how cruel you had to be to keep your distance.

He’s the strongest. He’s untouchable. When someone needs something done, no matter the cost, they go to him. And, ever cognizant of his responsibility, he took it upon himself so no one else had to needlessly suffer. So when you needed a sexual outlet, you went to him, never once considering that it might mean something to him, that he was a person underneath the heated glances and booty calls. Gojo’s a martyr—and it’s only by the grace of his grating personality that he’s spared the full brunt of the worship that entails. You’re just another arrow piercing Saint Satoru’s side.

“I messed up.” Your voice is hoarse, strained by the lump in your throat.

“I know,” says Nanami helpfully.

It’s the thought that counts, you suppose. “When did you become the therapist, huh?”

“Not certain. I should charge you for this.” Kento’s always had a handsome smile. You’d like to see it more often.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much by way of cash. Can I pay you in rosé instead?”

“You insult me.”

It feels good to laugh with him, a weight lifting off of your chest with each movement of your shoulders. It’s nice. Much better than pushing people away. You wave him off with a hand. “All right, it’s late. You’d better get out of here if you want to catch the last train. Skedaddle, Kento-kun.”

Nanami lingers by the door as you see him out, a coy tilt to his mouth. For a moment, you consider that this turn of conversation hadn’t been random at all. It wasn’t exactly the smoothest of segues, but he’d always been a little stiff. But now, you wonder if he’d been sent as a messenger—either from Gojo or from the big guy upstairs. Or maybe one of the big guy’s citizens, whom you hope you haven’t disappointed too badly.

But before you get to ask, he huffs out a quiet little chuckle. “You had better make up with Gojo quickly, sensei. Otherwise, I might just steal him right out from under your nose.”

You’re too stunned to properly respond to his cheerful (for Nanami anyway) ‘Goodbye’ as he shuts the door to your office behind him.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #anodt tag.#jjk fic.#this is the part of the romcom where reader runs to the airport to catch gojo and gets tackled by security for being a public disturbance

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radfemverity · 2 years

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I grieve for all the years I lost in the anti-feminist, traditional conservative movement.

The quips at house parties where they would casually say ‘did I ask you to speak, woman?’ when I agreed with their sexist statements, the explicit statements they made of women’s supposed intellectual inferiority – shamelessly and right in front of me, the way they would bully me until I was reduced to tears and then use my emotional response as further evidence that I was worth nothing, personally or politically, without their approval, the hard-right youtubers that my friends introduced me to – the wholesome women with their beautiful aesthetics and fashion, contradicting the men and their abundance of rape jokes, the amount of friendships with women in my life that I never invested in developing because i was preoccupied with the ‘trad’ men who I thought defined my worth, and how I loved being the only woman in the massive friend group and therefore adopted the pick me mentality – how I wanted to be proof that while most women were indoctrinated by feminism, I was actually based, redpilled and in tune with my biological determined gender role, the internalised misogyny I developed from the existence of the sex trade and how I was presented with isolated, out-of-context examples to somehow substantiate a wider claim that women were at fault for the existence of hookup culture and pornography, the constant betrayals of finding out every alleged wholesome family man I grew close to was a secret crippling porn addict, how dirty that made me feel – literally filthy – not being able to subconsciously, let alone consciously, acknowledge that I was surrounded by men who held me to utopian standards that at 16-20 I was desperately trying to reach meanwhile they jerked off to sexual abuse behind my back, how when I turned 16 one of them told me ‘You’re legal now. Enjoy all the men pouncing on you you’re gonna get’ (and he meant that as a compliment), how when I was 19 I was asked by a 31 year old single, childless man why I was still single and childless, seeing Lauren Southern at 22 have to upload a video to youtube explaining why she was not yet married, seeing Lauren Southern tell young girls like me that we ‘need to hear’ that our value currency in this world is determined by factors we can hardly control – beauty, youth, fertility – meanwhile men’s value is entirely within their control, that time I was 18 and decided to take off my shirt at the beach and just wear my sports bra and shorts to swim in the sea, because I had forgot my swimsuit, and having my ex-boyfriend tell me not to do it again – meanwhile he, much like everyone else in that community, was watching porn behind my back – how ashamed I was made to feel by countless little incidents like all of the aforementioned, over five years, hating immodesty so much that I bathed with my swimsuit own, hating my bodily hair so much that I religiously shaved to the point where I avoided sex with my boyfriends because I didn’t want them to see even the little spikes of hair that grow back a day after shaving, hating my vulva so much (not that I even knew it was called a vulva), especially my inner labia, that I only ever had sex with the one left-wing guy I’ve ever dated because he was the only one I felt comfortable showing, how despite outperforming all of them – academically, morally, in terms of the lifestyle we strived for – I thought I was intellectually inferior and constantly relied on the guidance of misogynistic hypocrites who would never see me as their equal by design of their ideology, how much I hated myself because my internalised misogyny was so extreme. And no matter how hard I tried to separate myself from all other women, I was still a woman. These men, my friends, my community, the only people I had, were not making an exception for me. I was not the isolated case of a woman they could actually respect, and see as equal to them in worth. I was the useful idiot who they could use at parties to groom more young impressionable girls into the movement. “If we were truly woman-haters, if we were really misogynists, why would Verity be here?”

Please, please don’t give up on the right-wing, trad-leaning women in your life. They can turn around. If I had been exposed to radical feminist ideas, rather than the palatable-to-patriarchy liberal feminism that encouraged women to embrace hookup culture and neoliberal femininity, if I had been shown that there was another way, that I wasn’t stuck between this dichotomy of right-wing men’s handmaiden or left-wing men’s whore, maybe, just maybe, I would have gotten out before I was finally subjected to sexual abuse. I genuinely don’t know. But it’s possible.

The only radical feminist I had ever met before I left conservatism was a member of staff I had at my youth club aged 16-18, who would always listen to my trash-tier anti-feminist arguments and counter them. I never considered her a valid person, intellectually or morally, until the day that a male member of the club casually remarked that he found women with ‘messy pussies’ sickening, and asked me if my vagina looked like a ‘ham sandwich’. I was almost in tears, and she took me to one side and told me it doesn’t matter how down there looks, and to never tolerate that kind of treatment from a man (Liz, if you ever read this, thank you).

And I was a massively bitter, obnoxious kid who had dug my head in the sand because I would rather have died than supported the status quo. This is the case for a lot of young right-wing women. They are contrarians.

Give them a contrarian worldview that will solidify their self-esteem and give them a sense of innate worth – not like traditional conservatism which had me in a constant state of self-surveillance.

Give them something that will emancipate them, not oppress them. Please don’t give up on them. You have no idea of the depths of depravity and sexual exploitation which they are at risk of.

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Giving up

Title: Giving up.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 620 words.

Rating: Mature.

Square: B1 Giving up.

Summary: Steve cannot continue without you.

Warnings/Tags: Angst, sad, death of characters, depression. Major Character Death. Graphic Depictions Of Violence.

A/N: This my entry to @allcapsbingo AC1078

You can read it on Ao3 and Wattpad too.

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Steve gave you a good-morning kiss as he entered the kitchen. "Do you mind if we go to dinner at the restaurant from last time?” We don't have a mission today."

"Now what did you do?” Did you unpack something that could make me angry?" you asked, turning to look at him. Steve laughed.

"Nothing; I just thought it was a good idea to have a date with my wife." Steve took your hand and kissed it. Both of your mobile phones rang.

"I guess we won't go to the restaurant after all," you commented when you saw the message.

Steve sighed in disappointment. A last-minute mission was causing your plans to change, but it wouldn't be all that would change.

"Steve, can you hear me?" you asked over the intercom.

"Sure, you know if you need anything; don't hesitate to tell me," he said.

Steve always protected you on missions; no matter what happened, if you needed him, he somehow was always there to help and protect you. He had promised you that he would not let anything bad happen to you.

According to the information you had, their target was in the northeast wing; you were in that area, but you did not see anything. Maybe Steve had clearer information; the best thing to do was to ask him.

"I don't see where the... "

The sharp pain invaded you, you looked down, and you saw the blood coming out, you didn't even have time to understand what was happening, nor tell Steve anything else.

"Y/N? " Steve called from the other side.

But when he didn't get an answer, he immediately started to track you down; maybe you needed help.

At least you would have liked to be able to say goodbye to your husband.

"No, no, no, no," Steve said when he saw you, taking your limp body in his arms.

When the others found you, no one could believe what had happened.

2 months later

Steve let out a grunt when he heard the doorbell ring, he didn't want any more "friendly" visits from the rest of the team, he wanted to be alone, to be left alone, no, he just wanted to sink into the memories.

Nothing was the same without you; he needed to see you again. He didn't know what to do without you.

The door opened, and he didn't care who was in front of him; he didn't even pay attention to what they were saying. until he felt a strong hand move his shoulder.

"Cap, we need you for the mission," Brock said cautiously when he noticed that Steve listened to him.

"Do I have a choice?" Steve asked grumpily.

"Fury will force you," Brock answered as he looked around the place. Steve definitely needed help with the cleanup.

"All right, I'll go."

Everyone was surprised; they never believed Rumlow could convince him, not after he had refused to talk to anyone in the last few weeks.

Steve wasn't listening to what the rest of them were saying; he had just found out what they had to do on the mission, but he had another plan.

He didn't care about anything anymore; all Steve wanted was to be with you. His life was meaningless without you.

The enemy had him cornered, however, Steve did not fight back, the rest of the mission will have gone well, so he did not care what would happen to him now.

He was very tired; he simply didn't want to fight anymore; he simply couldn't; he dropped the shield; without you, nothing was worth it; he couldn't and didn't want to continue; it was time to give up.

Everything became dark.

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