#I am possessed by a desperate need to do hurt myself

[tornoleander]

I know you tend to like Skybound most out of all the seasons, but I finally found a blog about Ninjago that doesn’t try to shy away from the more mature themes and I desperately need to talk about the fact that Morro (who died at like fifteen) is drinking alcohol in Lloyd’s body. Like there isn’t any single way that this would be considered okay! Morro would have been too young to drink when he was alive and Lloyd was around the same age physically. The only thing that you could argue is that Morro died a long time ago so now he would be considered way older than fifteen. But that means nothing when you add Lloyd into the equation! Also, the night watchman! We never see him again and last we see of him, he’s alone in a room with Morro who is possessing Lloyd’s body. He was the only witness to something Morro was trying to keep a semi-secret. If Morro used Lloyd’s body to actually kill people, that adds a whole new layer of trauma.

Oh they did that, I also think about it sometimes.

“It’s implied” in the situation meaning yeah it was but we can try to deny it still.

And you are correct, it’s messed up.

He was already controlling Lloyd, a trauma I rarely seen go into depth the way I wanna read. He lost FULL bodily autonomy, none of his actions were his own and he must watch Morrow use his strength to hurt the people he loves.

Just eating would be enough for me to get pissed. Like how fuckn dare you put something in my body. But Morrow intoxicated an unwilling minor. That happened.

Huh.

And yes, Morrow is supposed to have been around the ninjas age when he died, drinking alcohol should not be something he can say “it’s been a while” about and has troubling implications for him and his already troubled past. (Though, he’s definitely old enough by the time he intoxicated Lloyd)

I’ll Have to look into the night watchman thing I think he was seen in a different scene? But if he hasn’t been seen since, Morro killing could be a good theory.

Mmm yes I “like” skybound. I do like thinking about mature themes I know some people really don’t like people “ruining” kids shows but please THEY PUT IT THERE. Also I am wholesome and kid friendly ALL DAY for work I LOVE my job but I let myself be 18 so you will suffer my Lego angst here.

#ninjago #cw alcohol #tw alchohol mention #tw alcohol #ninjago possession #ninjago morro #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago angst #oli asks #absolutely come over to bug me with angst

[angelltheninth]

A bit darker but body betrayal with Akaza would be so hot

Oh its definitely darker but I don't mind.

Pairing: Akaza x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, non-con to dub-con, body betrayal, degradation, possessive sex, creampie, rough sex

A/N: This is Akaza we're talking about so I think him being into dark shit is very on brand.

"How fucking lucky am I, to find such a pretty woman out and about at this time of night?" Akaza licks slowly across your cheek, his fingers digging into your thigh as he holds your left leg to the side, your wrists pinned above your head while your breasts shake against his chest from the force of his thrusts.

You let more tears fall across your cheeks, against his tongue, which only seems to make the demon more aroused. You should have stayed inside when you heard the warning. Or at least have stayed in your village. But it was a beautiful night and you wanted to go into the nearby forest.

As soon as you stepped foot in there you felt like you were being watched but shrugged it off as the animals in the night. It turned out to be something, no, someone much more dangerous.

"Hurts, please, it hurts, stop it!" Your screams fell on deaf ears, echoing around you, mixed together with the fast slapping of skin, his cock and ball against you, your desperate and scared whimpering and whining. "Why are you even here?"

"I was bored. Not any more though, now I have a pretty new toy to play with. A fucktoy." His golden eyes shined brighter then the moon, "Tell me to stop all you want but I can feel your cunt clenching. You like it rough do you? What those men in your village not good enough for you? You came out here to get fucked by a real man?"

"N-No, of course not, I would never give myself to a- ah!" Akaza's hips snapped hard against yours, his nails almost drawing blood on your soft thigh.

"A what? A demon? Oh sweetheart, a whore doesn't get to pick a cock that fucks her. You just open your legs and take it. And if you don't like it then I'll fuck you till you do. Till you learn to like it."

You shook your head from his words, your mouth falling open when you hips rolled down, and much to your horror, your pussy did flutter around his throbbing cock.

Akaza threw his hair back with a laugh, "See? Already liking it. This is just the start. I'll fuck you all night, make the village wake up with the cries of you coming all over my cock. Send you back to them with my cum dripping from between your legs as proof that you're mine. Proof that you loved it."

As his hands let go your arms slipped past his shoulders, scraping over the tattoos on his back, mouth next to his ear so he can hear every sharp intake of breath from you. Was it demon magic? A demon curse? It was wrong to be feeling good from this, from him, from how hard he fucked his cock into you, you hated every moment of your body working against you and for him, for his pleasure as you felt yourself come.

"That's my good slut. That hole's so tight, need to fuck it open again. Maybe once I fill it with this cum!" Jet after jet of it flowed into your womb, warm and thick, right and wrong, as you started bouncing on his cock for more, "Already a cumdrunk whore. Forget letting you walk back, I'm taking you with me, you'll me my cockwarmer from now on." His. That's the only word you heard, the only one you still seemed to understand.

#akaza x reader #akaza #akaza smut #kny x reader #kny smut #demon slayer smut #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer akaza #kny akaza

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Tav Sick Day

Genres: Fluff; Astarion angst Pairing: Astarion x Any!Reader

Everyone was waiting outside for Tav to come out of their tent. 

“What is taking them so long?” Shadowheart said. “We need to continue onward.”

Astarion sighed dramatically. “I suppose I will go check on them.”

Gale raise an eyebrow and let out a sarcastic laugh. “Haha, like we trust you to check on them?”

“Oh, get over yourself,” Astarion says, rolling his eyes. “It’s just a quick check in.”

They all seemed unsure, but Shadowheart sighed reluctantly. “Fine. But no funny business.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, raising his hands as he walked backward into Tav’s tent. 

He looked over and saw them sprawled out in their bed, panting heavily. 

“Hmmm?” Astarion hums curiously as he walked over. “Whatever is the matter with you?”

Tav looks up at him with a slightly glare as they breathe in heavily through their nose. “I’m sick..” they grumble. 

“I can see that. I was being rhetorical.” He put a hand to their head. “Yes, you are burning up, it seems. Well, I will have to tell the others.”

“Can you tell them to not bother me? I just kind of wanna be alone right now.. my head hurts..”

“Of course, darling.”

He stepped out to the others, who turned their attention to him. 

“How’s Tav doing?” Karlach asked, concerned. 

“Oh, they are fine, quit babying them. They simply have a cold.”

They all gasped and Shadowheart took a step forward. “Allow me to aid to them! I have healing magic.”

Astarion shook his head. “They said they would only like me to take care of them,” he lied. 

“What?” Gale scoffs. “As if. Quit lying!”

“I am not lying. Ask them yourself! Though, they are in a rather sour mood due to being sick, so, you could risk them throwing a spell your way.”

Gale clenched his jaw before sighing reluctantly and backing out of the argument, crossing his arms. 

Astarion smirks before nodding. “Good. Now, I am going to go check on our ill friend.” And with that, he turned back around and reentered the tent. 

“Hello, again, dear.”

“Hngh..? Astarion..? I thought I said I wanted to be alone..”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I’m just here to make sure you will be ok and not drop dead.”

“No offense, but how would you be able to help? You don’t know any healing spells.”

“Yes, but I still know how to take care of someone who is ill.” He gently takes Tav’s hand into his own, a rare sign of affection. “I had to take care of myself and my own ailments for hundreds of years.. I’m sure I’d be able to help you..”

Tav still seemed hesitant before giving in. “I’m too tired to argue.”

“Splendid.. now.. how to help.. Would you like some blood, perhaps?”

“Astarion. Remember. I am not a vampire.”

“Oh. Yes, of course..” he murmured, hiding his mild embarrassment. “Hmm.. well.. that’s usually what helped me feel better..”

Tav laughed which ended with them going into a coughing fit. “Maybe Blackheart should aid me. She knows healing magic-“

“No!” he exclaimed, a hint of his possessiveness taking over. “I mean.. I have this under control..” he said a bit more calmly. 

He put his hand to their forehead, thinking for a moment. “Hm.. perhaps something cold..”

He sat up and went out the back exit of the tent, speed walking, attempting to not seem panicked or desperate. He tore off a bit of his cloak without second thought, though once he did, he was very upset. He rather liked that cloak..

That is not what matters right now.. he thought to himself as he dipped the cloth into the cold water. He squeezed out some of the water before folding it and walking back to the tent, relieved to see none of the other pesky party members had tried to sneak in. 

“Here we are, darling,” he said, placing the cloth over Tav’s forehead. 

“Oh..” they mumbled before closing their eyes, relaxed. “That actually feels really nice..”

Their breath was still very ragged, most likely clogged with phlegm. 

He leaned forward and gently began to massage their nasal passages. 

“Hngh..? What are you doing?” Tav croaked out, still delirious from their fever. 

“This is a technique I had discovered when I was young. Before I became a vampire..”

“Hmm..” 

The massaging was rather relaxing, and felt nice, so they let him continue. 

They felt the phlegm drain down, clearing out their nose and throat. 

“Wow.. thanks, Astarion. You’re pretty wise..” they joked softly. 

“Yes, well.. when you have to fend for yourself for hundreds of years, you learn a thing or two about staying healthy..”

Tav smiles drowsily, knowing he was trying hard to stay nonchalant. “Mhm..” They let out a soft yawn and turned on their side. “Now that I can breathe properly, I can probably get some proper rest now..”

“Hmm.. yes, well, I will stay in here. In case you need anything..”

Tav nods and their eyes droop close and it wasn’t long until they were snoring. 

Astarion chuckled, admiring them. But he caught himself admiring and quietly chastised himself. 

Don’t you dare catch actual feelings, Astarion! he thought. 

He sighs and rests his head into his arms, grumbling a little under his breath. 

His forbidden thoughts of pining were interrupted by a groan. 

He looked up and saw Tav twisting uncomfortably in their bedrolls as they started to wake up.

“Darling?” he says. “Are you all right?”

“My stomach started hurting for some reason..”

“Ah. Probably the phlegm reaching your stomach..”

“Do you have any wise tips to help with this?”

“Well, I find that chewing on mint leaves often helps for me.”

“Do you have mint leaves?”

“No.. and I don’t think there are any around here..”

Tav let out a long, pained groan. 

Astarion started to feel a little bad. He couldn’t help Tav. Would they hate him? He is here to help them! He can’t even do that right! Will they never want him taking care of them again? How can he help them?

“Can you just..” Tav said softly, their voice strained. “maybe hold me?”

“…Huh?”

“Hold me? It’s something I find helps when I have bad stomach ulcers.. and, I dunno.. maybe it’ll be the same for this?”

The idea of holding Tav seemed to terrify Astarion. That level of closeness for something so.. wholesome? It had to be some sort of ruse. 

But.. no. He saw their pained face. 

He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around their waist. 

Being close for something nonsexual felt so strangely foreign. But it was.. nice. 

He never had anyone there to hold him like this when he was hurting, suffering. So, being able to be there for Tav.. well, originally, the idea would’ve disgusted him. Why should they have comfort when he never received any? But.. now….

He rubbed his hand along Tav’s stomach and sighed contently. 

He rather liked being able to give them what he never had. No jealousy, no bitterness, no secret agenda behind it. 

Just genuine care. 

Hm..

Care. 

That was so unfamiliar to him. But that was definitely what he was feeling. Care.

He felt Tav melt into his embrace and grumble softly, still in slight pain, but feeling a bit better. 

He was.. happy. 

Happy he got to be the one to aid Tav, happy that he was able to help (wow, he was happy to make someone else happy. What was happening to him?)

But most of all. 

He liked holding Tav like this. 

Though, of course, he will never say this outloud. Ever. 

…

By the time the next day arrived, Astarion had not gotten a wink of sleep. He was nocturnal and starving from not getting to drink any blood the day before, too busy taking care of Tav. 

Speaking of Tav, they seemed to be feeling much better, standing and stretching. 

“I told the others that mint leaves should be able to help and they went out searching and brought me some!” they said, popping a leaf into their mouth. 

“Ah.. well, I’m happy about that..”

“We should be able to keep traveling, as long as I don’t overexert myself. So if we get into battle, I’ll need to hide.”

“Yes, well, if that should come, I will help you with that.”

“Thanks, Astarion. Cmon. The others are outside waiting for us.”

Before they had a chance to step out, he quickly wrapped his arms around them from behind. 

“Huh! A..Astarion..?”

“Apologies.. just.. checking to see if you are all better..” he lied. In truth, he wanted one finale taste of alone time with them… like this.. Tav to himself.. He has never experienced wholesome affection before. He just wanted one last bit of it. 

He eventually let them go. 

“Yes, it seems you are doing better. You heal fast!”

They smiled at him gratefully. “Thanks Astarion. Now cmon.”

They turned from him and left the tent. 

He watched them leave, dejected and longingly before he pulled himself together. 

Quit being so soft, Astarion. This is not you. You are not weak..

He stepped out and saw Tav with the others, everyone surrounding them and checking on them worryingly. 

You are not… weak… he thought again, burying his aching, jealous heart. 

Divider by @cold--carnage

#Astarion #bg3 #balders gate 3 #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #baulders gate tav #tav x astarion #Any POV #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #Fluff #balders gate tav

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for throwing out a gift?

I (17f) recently saw my bio dad again. He was in my life solidly until I was nine, then he left for rehab and I only saw him when my grandparents drive me about an hour to see him. It wasn't until I was older that I was told he was gone for rehab btw. COVID hit and visits (which at this point were maybe twice a year) stopped. Then he was arrested for drug possession a little over a year ago and went to prison. By the time he got out I hadn't seen him for a good three or four years. When I was younger I was desperate for him to come back, but now I've finally figured myself out and I'm mostly indifferent towards him. My mom remarried when I was very young, and my stepfather has been my dad for my whole life that I can remember.

I've seen my bio dad twice so far, and the second visit he got me a birthday present. Beads (dollarama, but he doesn't have a job so I can't fault him too much) and a handmade bracelet with those letter beads spelling my first and middle name.

It seems kinda low effort, but he said he thought jewelry was probably a good bet. (I am 17. I drive. I pay for gas. I have a job that I work substantial hours at. Beads aren't really jewelry.)

I wasn't sure what to do with the bracelet, but looking at it gave me this uncomfortable squirmy feeling in my chest. I was driving with a friend and I had told her about it, and she agreed that I should throw it out the window when I asked. I did, and I felt relieved, but now I'm oscillating between feeling guilty and justified.

On one hand it's clear that he's putting effort in, on the other hand I don't WANT it. It's a childish gift, and I feel like he should have put effort in when i was younger and it mattered. I know addiction is a disease, and I'm not blaming him for that. I am blaming him for not caring enough to be a parent to me. I know he would be hurt if he found out, but I just couldn't keep it. I am not a little girl anymore, but he just doesn't seem to see it. It's clear he feels bad about not being there, but it seems like I only just got myself straightened out over his absence and I don't know how to deal with him now. I want to think I don't need to be guilty, but I can't get rid of the feeling. Am I the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[dilvuc]

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞ DAY 13: NO REFUSAL

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: DAY 13: NO REFUSAL

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: leona x yan!childhood friend!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: kidnapping, dr*g

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞:

being a childhood friend can be rough. there's this trope where childhood friends lose the love of their life, who's in love with someone other than them and worse they get rejected by their love interest. that's exactly what happened to you.

you're leona’s childhood friend. you've been developing feelings for him and slowly becoming possessive of him as time on. there are massive red flags that leona noticed about you and it's concerning.

he always felt your eyes staring at the back of his head, making him unable to concentrate or take a nap. he could've sworn that he felt eyes watching him sleep at night.

some of his clothes were missing, too. leona spotted you sniffing his gym uniform and stuffed them in your bag. it's unsettling…

leona never thought of this before, but…he felt unsafe around you. why are you acting like this? why are you so desperate for his attention? it's quite oblivious that he knew why and he knew that you have feelings for him since childhood, but unfortunately he doesn't feel the same way as you.

you did confess on that day, only to be rejected, but strangely you accepted the rejection. leona was a little relieved that you accepted it or so he thought…

a few days later, leona noticed that you had returned to your old self years after your strange behavior, but strangely been quiet lately. you two were alone, you decide to give leona some tea since ruggie wasn't around.

“...Are you sure you're over it…? You have been quiet lately.” leona raised his eyebrows as he reached for his tea. you sighed, “Yeah. You were kinda harsh with your words…It did kinda hurt, but I'll manage…”

“I'm just being honest.” leona shrugged before taking some sip of the tea. “Listen, I like you…however…I only see you as my brother, that's all…”

“...” you secretly didn't take this well, but you managed to hide it. you're just waiting for something to happen which will happen in a moment. you forced a smile, “It really hurts, but I know I need to accept it.”

after gobbling up the whole tea, the lion beastman felt…woozy, but he kept himself up, “...It…good to hear…that you…you…”

you smiled as the male collapsed face-first on the table. you then sigh with annoyance and stand up from your seat, “Brother…? Tch! I want us to be more than just brothers and friends…Sweet dreams.”

leona wakes up to find himself in an unknown location. he tries to stand up, only to find his wrists chained up. he cursed, “What the…?”

“You're awake…” the lion beastman looked over across the room and spotted you sitting at the staircase. leona gritted his teeth, “W…what's the meaning of this, [Y]? Why am i—”

“Sorry for the liquid I've added in your tea. I just know I had to.” you mumbled before standing up from the stairs and walked over to leona.

leona roared, “Do what?! You spiked my tea, kidnapped me, and locked me up in the basement?! Just what are you on right now?!”

“Leo…” you kneeled down at leona’s level to be able to talk face-to-face with him, “Do you have any idea how pissed I was when you say that you like me as a brother? You think I want to be your brother? NO. I want us to be more than that…”

you then forcefully grabbed leona's face, forcing him to look you in the eyes, “I was unable to handle the rejection, so I decided to keep you here all for myself, so that no one can.”

“Tch! You won't keep me here for long…” leona glared. you narrowed your eyes, “You won't be able to use your magic if the chains were made to cancel magic.”

leona’s eyes widened as he tried to use his magic, but unfortunately it wouldn't work. you chuckled darkly as you stood up and headed to the door. leona shouted out to you just as you reached the door, “Hey! You can't keep me here forever, [Y]!! Don't just leave me like this! Oi! I know you can hear me!!!”

“Bye-bye…” you smirked as you slowly closed the door.

“[Y]!!!!!”

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞

twst masterlist

#male reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #yanderuary #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere male reader #yandere reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona

[sachiko1309]

Major

Summary: just smut, with out much plot

Words: 2241

Minors DNI

“I think me kissing you tells you enough about my feelings. And if you are still unsure just use your talent, cowboy.”

Jasper smiled at me with a mischievous grin. “You will never let go of that pet name, don’t you?” I tilted my head and put on an innocent look. “Would you rather have me call you major?”

His eyes darkened, a low growl in his chest. “Don’t do that.” He said letting go of me and rustling a few inches back. As soon as he left me, I felt empty. But keeping my play up I followed up: “Why is that, major.” Now putting a slight moan into his name.

“Y/N, stop.” His teeth were clenched.

“Tell me why, major.” I crawled towards him. “What does this name mean to you?”

“I think you know.”

“Show me. I want to see it.” Loosely I let my fingers wander over his tensed body. Everywhere I touched his skin he shivered.

“No. That’s too dangerous.” He whispered trying to contain himself.

“I trust you, Jasper. You wouldn’t hurt me.” I cued.

“Don’t do that. Just because I can kiss you, doesn’t mean I am safe for you.” His voice was at a drastic down spiral into a growl.

“Please, major.” I keened. A low rumble washed through his chest sending hot waves into my core. And by the way he looked at me, he felt it. His whole demeanor changed from careful to possessive and lustful. But being a Victorian gentleman, he still tried to remain faithful. “Y/N. This is not right. We shouldn’t…”

“Why not?” I asked positioning myself in his lap.

“We have just met.” His arguments went weaker with every second.

“If have slept with people I knew less.” My hands began to open the top button of his shirt. He didn’t stop me, so I kept on going, letting my fingers circle around his marble chest. A low snarl ripped through his teeth at my words.

“Do you not like that thought, major?” I teased.

“You are mine!” He roared standing up and pressing me against the next wall. Out of instinct I hooked my legs around his waist. I tilted my head and pressed my core down on his clothed member. “What was that, major? I didn’t quite understand.”

“You are mine! Nobody gets to touch you!” His hand wandered to my neck forcing me to look at him. “Say it, darlin. Tell me you are mine.”

“I am yours, Jasper. Make me yours, please. I need you.” I whined, desperate for some release. I could feel the tension rising and my core becoming more wet with every passing second.

Jasper had a possessing smile on his face. “You smell even more ravishing when you are aroused.”

I blushed at his words, trying to hide my face, but he had none of that. “Uh, uh. Don’t you dare become all shy now.” He started kissing my chin down to my neck. Opening the buttons of my blouse and pushing it over my shoulders.

Then again without me being able to comprehend his speed, I found myself laid down on the couch, Jasper hovering over me. His experienced fingers undid my bra pulling it and the blouse of my body. He didn’t pay any tribute to my bare breasts kissing me with hunger on his lips. Like it was coincidental his fingers caressed my nipple, bringing me to arch my back.

He let it slide over my stomach, kissing the path down his hands created. Looking for approval in my eyes he waited. His hands resting on the waistband of my skirt. “May I?” I couldn’t do anything more than nod. He pulled the skirt down leaving me bare in my panties. “God, you look so wonderful.” He said. Fingers stroking over my body caressing it, gripping it, like it was his lifeline.

With a soft touch his fingers nestled between my legs, barely touching me through the fabric. “Jasper, please…” My voice cracked at the end and I tried to push myself into his hands wanting more.

“Tell me what you want, darlin.” His head hovering inches over my core. Eyes not leaving mine.

“Touch me, Jasper. I want to feel you. I need… I need you to fuck me, major.”

“Oh god.” He moaned at my words. “Such a good girl begging for me.” His hands ripped my panties apart, not leaving me a second to comprehend, what he just did, before his lips were on my clit.

I jolted at the sensation only being held down by his firm grasp. Circling in sloppy eights his tongue lapped over my core. My hands found his hair, pulling on it. “Jasper!”

He hummed lowly, sending the vibrations directly into my body. Soon one finger followed his lips massaging my insides, slowly stretching me.

“More I need more, Jasper. Please…” I cried out, wanting him to fill me up right here. But he didn’t. At torturously slow speed he added another finger. “No, darlin. I need to prepare you, otherwise it will hurt.”

His fingers started to put more pressure on my upper inner walls, hitting my sweet spot. I felt myself tighten around him in response, letting out the breath I didn’t know I was holding a long time. Adjusting the speed of his tongue and his fingers he started a deathly arousing rhythm. My legs started to shake, as the fire in my core lit up brighter, than it ever has.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long if he kept this pace. But Jasper didn’t seem to mind at all. “Tell me, sugar. Has anyone touched you this good before?” He separated his lips from my clit, replacing it with his thumb. I couldn’t answer, head in the clouds.

“Darlin, answer me.” He cued kissing a trail of wet and cold kisses up my stomach, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I shook my head. “No!” I shouted. I felt him smile, tongue twisting and sucking on my nipple nearly too hard to be pleasurable. A moan fell from my lips and I tried to hold onto something.

“Good. Because you are mine now. I will make you forget every man you ever had. You belong to me, understand?” His possessive nature was breaking through his well kept gentleman attitude.

“Yes, major.” I babbled unable to concentrate my head on a logical train of thoughts. Him openly admitting the possession he felt, the dominance he distributed set me into an unknown headspace. I wanted to be his, be owned by him, be marked by him. Hot waves of lust washing over my body at the thought of him railing me without mercy pushed me to the edge of the cliff.

“Jasper!” I cried out. But I didn’t need to say anything. He already felt it coming.

“Its okay, darling. I got you. Cum for me.”

Without thinking twice, I let go. A hot coil snapping in my abdomen, bright light exploding behind my closed eyes. My body shivered, clenching down on his fingers, back rising from the ground.

“Good girl. Ride it out. Take it slow.” He reassured, massaging me through my orgasm.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him smiling down at me. With mischief in his eyes, he brought his fingers up to his lips taking them in his mouth. He moaned when he tasted me. “You taste so good, darlin.” Licking his fingers clean in the most pornographic way possible he crawled back kneeling between my legs.

Then he removed his shirt and opened his pants. Before he pulled them down, he looked at me. “You still want this? We can stop if it is too much for you.”

“Stop being such a gentleman. I want you to ruin me, major. Make me yours. And I swear to God, if you hold back on me, I will make sure you regret that!” I scolded him with a small smile plastered across my cheeks.

“At your orders, ma’am.” With a swift movement his pants and his boxers were gone, leaving me stunned at his size. I let out a quiet fuck, obviously he heard it, grinning down at me. “You sure you can take that?”

My eyes weren’t leaving his member. It was not oversized, but definitely on the bigger spectrum. A thick shaft, with a light pink tip, leaking precum. As an answer I spread my legs a bit wider, inviting him in.  He let himself sink down on me, holding him up with his arms. With slow movements he coated his cock with my juices, before he slid it in.

He took his time, giving me enough time to adjust to his size. And it was marvelous. The way he stretched my walls was heavenly. The friction nearly making my sensitive pussy come again.

“Fuck, you feel so good, darlin.” He cursed, once he bottomed me out. Waiting a few seconds before he started to move. My head fell back at the sensation. The fire in my core started to light up again, this time spreading all over my body.

His thrusts were gentle and deep, hands and lips wandering over my body, leaving traces of burning skin behind. But I wanted more. I wanted him to go harder, dipping into his dominant side. Me hands wandered to his hair. Pulling on it, forcing him to look at me. “Jasper. I need you to give me more, please.” I begged. “I want to feel, what it means to be yours. Take me harder. Mark me, show me you love me, please.”

A deep groan rumbled through his chest. “Y/N. I don’t know if I can stop if it is too much for you. Don’t make me do things I will regret.” His voice was strained as if he was trying to keep control over something.

“I can take it, Jasper. I trust you. Please.” The last word was nothing more, than a moan ringing through the room, as he hit my sweet spot at the perfect angle. This seemed to spur him on, because his thrust became harder. “God, darlin. You will be the death of me.” He cursed.

Taking my hands out of his hair he pinned them down above my head with one hand. The other placed around my neck forcing my head backwards, giving him free space to kiss. Like his thrusts his kisses were rougher. Sucking on my skin, biting down, careful not to break skin. I was sure he would leave hickeys, but I didn’t care. It felt far too good to think about the consequences of tomorrow.

He was now plowing into me like his life depended on it. Clearly testing out my limits, waiting for my response, for my rejection, but that never came. I was melted wax in his hands. Taking everything, he was giving to me, desperate for more. And he knew it. He felt the heat pooling between my legs, felt my body shivering under his touch, my walls clenching down on his cock.

Another orgasm was approaching at a fast pace, luring me into the abyss. I arched my back. “Jasper!” I cried out, letting the orgasm hit me with full force, making me a trembling mess underneath him. His lips on my ear he started to praise me: “Such a good little girl. Taking me so well. How does it feel to cum around my cock?”

I didn’t answer, caught up too much in my headspace. A soft slap on my cheeks pulled me back to reality. “Answer me, sugar.”

“Good. It feels so good, major. Please. Don’t stop.” I begged trying to free my hands, wanting to touch him. But his grip was firm keeping me in place.

“Do you want me to give you another one?” He teased slowing down in his pace.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Yes, I want to cum again. Please, let me.”

He hummed in pure arousal. “Are you so desperate for me, darlin? Tell me, how long has it been, since you felt so good?”

“Too long.” I answered, hooking my legs around him to get him to move faster.

As if he knew it, he started to pick up his pace again, attacking my neck again with his lips. “I want to fill that pretty pussy up, when you cum.” He whispered in my neck. “Can I do that?”

I arched my back, grinding my back to get more friction. “Yes, major. I want you to cum inside of me, please.”

I felt the edge coming towards me again. Jaspers free hand now between us, rubbing my clit. “Good girl. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you, when you cum.”

And at those words I fell. My orgasm hitting me hard and fast. I screamed his name, when washed over me. He let go of my hands steadying him on the wall behind me. My hands flew to his shoulders trying to hold on, nails piercing into his skin without any effect. My whole body was shaking and I gripped his cock tightly sending him over the edge too. With a loud roar I felt his dick spasm inside of my coating my walls with his seed.

He slowed his movements riding out both of our highs, before he pulled out. Looking at me with a sweet smile he said: “I think we need you to get cleaned up.”

#jasper hale #fem reader #smut #jasper x reader #twiligt #reader insert

[acetone4veins]

Mean Girls + Quotes Part 2

Find part 1 here

More quotes that remind me of mean girls characters and their various relationships :)

Regina

"i became bitter and untouchable. i craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn."

unknown

"i have survived everything but i fear that i cannot survive myself."

Cynthia Chapman

"was i raised without love? or was i born unlovable?"

unknown

"am i lonely because no one cares, or am i lonely because i'm not strong enough to let anyone get close enough to care?"

Rob Hill Sr.

"of course i look angry all the time. my entire life i've been fighting a war. i am soaked in pain and sadness. the irony however, is that i'm not actually angry, i'm trying to learn how to be happy. and that in itself is a war."

unknown

Cady

"i thought - i want to go home. i want to be in a place that feels like home. where that was, i did not know."

Katie Kitamura

"i understood myself only after i destroyed myself. and only in the process of fixing myself did i know who i really was."

Sade Andria Zabala

“do you ever wonder where you took a wrong turn? where your life became the exact opposite of what you wanted it to be?”

unknown

"i have always tried to make a home for myself, but i have not felt at home in myself."

Jeanette Winterson

Janis

"of course i'm angry. do you have any idea how many times someone should have helped me?"

unknown

"hurt an artist and you'll see masterpieces of what you've done."

unknown

"i don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though i may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful."

Susan Sontag

Gretchen

"what a sick little head, your love always turns into obsession."

unknown

"i don't think people love me. they love versions of me i have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. the easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."

unknown

“i only know how to exist when i’m wanted.”

Mary Lambert

"i don't want to beg. i know you can feel it, my longing, the aching, my need for love. i don't want to beg. but oh god - oh god, please. please. love me. love me."

unknown

"for once i need to choose myself, or else i'm going to lose myself."

Veronika Jensen

Karen

“i believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. i believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. i believe while i tremble; i trust while i weep.”

Charlotte Brontë

Regina and Janis

"longing, how soft a word for such a ravenous feeling. how we hunger in silence."

Pavana

"dig your teeth into me. come on, i dare you. take a bite. open me up; raw and candy floss pink on the inside. make it hurt. i figure, you're going to hurt me one way or another. might as well be with your mouth."

Ashe Vernon

"i don't know what to do without you, i don't know where to put my hands."

unknown

"you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love."

Franz Kafka

"i love you and i always will and i am sorry. what a useless word."

Ernest Hemingway

Regina and Cady

"i love you. i love you unconditionally. i loved you even in my ignorance. i loved you when i didn't even know. i just love you."

unknown

"and on some days, i wish our paths had never crossed because you don't know how heartbreaking it is to know that someone like you exists in this world and i cannot have you."

unknown

“i must have you exclusively, fiercely, possessively.”

Henry Miller

"i still haven't figured out how to sit across from you, and not be madly in love with everything you do."

William C. Hannan

“fuck my pride. fuck everything. i’m so desperately hungry for you.”

Henry Miller

Gretchen and Karen

"the way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right; as if our hands hold memories of meeting in a thousand other lifetimes."

John Mark Green

"when i think of life, i think of you. when i think of love, i think of you. safe to say that i really like thinking about life with you."

unknown

"come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can't just stand on it."

Dino Ahmetovic

Regina and Gretchen

"i suffer in my loving, and you know it."

Willa Cather

"i loved you to the point of ruin. i loved you until my lungs were filled with ash."

Tina Tran

#managed to make this shorter than part 1 #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls musical #regina george #cady heron #janis imi'ike #janis sarkisian #janis ian #regina x janis #renee rapp #cadina #rejanis #reneé rapp #fetchen #regina x cady #karen x gretchen #gretchen wieners #karen shetty #karen smith #regina x gretchen #andi speaks

[teyamsatan]

The Archer | Chapter VI: The Great War

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X

Summary: Your secret meeting with your dad brings out the worst in you and your mate. The RDA go after one more tulkun in the beginning of the biggest fight of your lives - for your lives.

Pairings: Neteyam x Avatar!Reader

Word Count: 9.7k words

Warnings/notes: lots of angst, mentions of death, blood, violence, cursing, SPOILERS for ATWOW

A/N: I apologise in advance for the next few chapters, but I am feeling feelings and you have to feel them with me!! This chapter took a little longer than expected, but I am trying to not kill myself juggling everything I currently have going on. As always, thank you so so much for engaging with the story, and replying, liking, reblogging, following etc etc. (all the good things). Ily all and can't wait to share the rest w you soon xoxoxo

You drew up some good faith treaties, I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely, but diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

And maybe it's the past that's talkin’, screamin' from the crypt

Telling me to punish you for things you never did, so I justified it

You were hyperventilating a little, entering the tent that you now called home and revelling in the silence, which you needed desperately to make sense of what just happened. They did it, they killed a tulkun. You’ve heard from the Metkayina that they were doing that, far away from the village, but now they did it here. You knew instantly it was a ploy to drive Jake out, drive you all out, and you wondered meekly if Jake would answer. Even if he didn’t, you didn’t think the Metkayina would just let this slide. Your dad, your dad left you a message. And you lied about it. Why would you do that? What in tarnation possessed you to do something so stupid? You lied to Jake, to Neytiri… to Neteyam. 

You were mad, mad at Jake that it had to come to this point. You told him, you fucking told him months ago. You should have never run, ever. You told him they would find you eventually, you told him innocent beings would get hurt as a result of hiding. Death would follow you wherever you went because the RDA wouldn’t just give up, and they had very little to lose. People were disposable to them. You, on the other hand, all had everything to lose. 

You were mad at your father, for yet another atrocious act. You were mad that he desecrated any good association you had with his memory once again and made you hate him, hate yourself for having any connection to this cruel, sick, twisted individual. You were mad at your mother, who chose him, who allowed him to be your father, who protected and defended his honour and memory your entire life and in death, and you wondered what spell he put on her that she was so so blind about this man. 

You should just tell them. Tell your family and take them with you and just kill him. Your heart sank as you considered that he might kill them on the spot if he notices anyone else with you. Maybe they could take the ilu? Maybe you and Jake would be enough to take him down. You didn’t like how much your brain was screaming in pain at the thought, at watching your father, that you’ve never even met before, lying dead on the ground, bleeding out in front of you. Why should you care? Why do you care? Why did you lie? It was painful, near damn unbearable having to admit to yourself that you wanted to see him, you wondered what he had to say for himself, this man that has been an almost mythical thing in your life, that gave you self-loathing issues you can’t outrun and haven’t outgrown, this man, this man, this man. 

Maybe it was a trap. Maybe he wanted to draw you out to kidnap you, to use you as leverage to draw Jake out. Maybe he knew from Spider how close you were to the Sullys, knew you were bound to the hip with Lo’ak, knew you were mated with Neteyam, and that you would perhaps bring them along and he can get a Sully kid to threaten and manipulate the former Olo’eyktan. It was a good plan, you thought, except you would go alone, and you were more than capable of killing anyone who tried to get in your way. Your dad would learn that soon enough, as you were determined to finish this, once and for all, and free yourself of this burden and this nightmare that has plagued you far longer than anything else has.

Neteyam came into the tent before anyone else did, looking at you curiously. 

“Are you alright? You seemed quite shaken after seeing the tulkun.”

Calm yourself. You couldn’t lie to Neteyam. It was one thing having kept that you were sick, it was one thing to lie by omission. You couldn’t lie to your mate, but you had to try. 

“Can you blame me?”

He sighed, then approached you, pulling your body into a warm hug. His hand went to the back of your head, softly stroking your hair with the pad of his thumb in a calming motion. The guilt was eating at you, deep and unpleasant at his trusting, loving nature. You sniffled into his chest, soft tears escaping you and landing on him. You were crying because you were scared, because you felt like you were betraying your family, the only family you’ve ever known for a man who could be killing you tomorrow, or using you to kill them. You didn’t know what was wrong with you.

“It’s alright, Atan. We will be alright. Dad will come up with a plan.”

You didn’t say anything, afraid that any words out of your mouth will be a dead giveaway and Neteyam will be able to see right through you, as he usually could. 

The evening was quiet and tense, as your family returned to the tent after helping Ronal and Tonowari. There will be a funeral for Ro’a, and traditional rituals will take most of the morning tomorrow as a final farewell to the tulkun and her calf. Luckily, Tuk slept in between Neyriti and Jake tonight, and with a big lump in your throat and a thumping heart, you went to sleep nestled in Neteyam’s embrace. 

You waited patiently for everyone to be fast asleep around you, room filled with deep, regular breaths. You knew as soon as Neteyam fell asleep, as he twitched when he did, then started snoring softly in your ear. They were all light sleepers, except for Tuk and Lo’ak, trained soldiers, ready at a moment’s notice for trouble, ready for battle. You had to be careful, you had to put all that Na’vi stealth training to good use. 

It took a while, but eventually you made it out, carrying a handgun that you managed to remove silently from the tent, without having alerted anyone, and pushed passed the village into the mangrove forest where Neyn was. When you were sure you were past the point anyone could have heard you, you let out your calling cry, and you watched as your beautiful banshee made her way to you, cooing gently at your sight.

“Did I wake you, sweet girl? I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”

You got on her, making Tsaheylu, and felt concern in her as she took you away in the dead of night, and without your mate to accompany you. She was a little scared, as she was very rarely on her own, Seze always keeping her company on such late nocturnal rides. 

You rode for a while, loving the feeling of the warm air on your face, loving being back on your ikran, that you used to fly with every day in your old life and you sighed soundlessly, knowing an ilu will never compare to this feeling right here, to this beautiful creature you knew was your spirit sister. You thought about Neyn, and how you would feel if you lost her, if she was killed, and you felt her wobble a little mid air as the intense emotions on your mind engulfed you both. You tried to calm yourself for her, so she could keep a steady pace and a straight path. She was here, she was okay, there was nothing to worry about. 

As was made clear in the crude note, about 10 kilometres east of the village was a small island with nothing on it that you could reasonably see except a deserted beach and a couple mangroves. It was small enough to know it was empty and safe, big enough to shield you both from any suspecting eyes. 

A man was waiting for you. An Avatar, he was tall and muscular, dressed in the same camo outfit as that night months ago, the night you almost died at Alien hands, just like so many Na’vi did before you. He was beautiful, you thought. Even in this form, you could recognise the traits you got from him, and you knew then anyone would be able to tell you were related, no matter which body you inhabited. 

“So it’s true.” You heard yourself saying, trying to reconcile the thought that this man was indeed your father, brought back from the dead. 

“What exactly are you? Are you an Avatar? You’re not controlling a body with your mind through a neurolink, so I guess Avatar is a bad name for it. Abomination would be my preferred trademark name, if you’re taking suggestions for T-shirts or action figures.” 

He wasn’t speaking, just looking at you intently, and you swore you saw the glimmer of tears in his eyes. He came closer to you. Your hand picked up the gun you had tucked in your loincloth and pointed it straight at his face. 

Your thumb went to the hammer, that you pulled down. With the gun loaded and your index finger on the trigger, you saw the man flinch briefly, but he recovered immediately and continued to stare at you, at your face and features. 

“You have your mother’s eyes.” 

Your hand slightly trembled on the gun. 

“Stop. Whatever father daughter reunion you had in mind, you’re gonna be disappointed. I’m here to make you answer for your crimes.” 

He raised an eyebrow at you. Fuck, that’s where you got that from. 

“If you were here to make me answer for anything, you would’ve brought Jake Sully with you, or any of the kids you were with that night.” 

“You mean the night you almost killed me?” 

“Also you had no way of knowing this wasn’t a trap, but you came alone anyway. You put yourself in harm’s way to meet me here in secret. Just like I did.”

You don’t really have a comeback for that. So maybe he wasn’t some jarhead dropout after all. Didn’t matter. He’d be dead in a few minutes anyway. 

“I know you must have a million questions, just like I do. Can you please lower the gun so we can talk?” 

“I only have one question for you. How do you sleep at night?” Your eyes welled up, angry tears like needles, prodding, begging to be released. “You killed a Tulkun. Just like you killed so many Na’vi. How do you live with yourself?”

“I didn’t kill the Tulkun -“

“Do you think you’re gonna get away with this on a fucking technicality? Do you think that telling me it was all Quaritch is going to make this fucking better somehow?” 

He looked pained for a moment, gaze shifting from your face to the ground. He looked embarrassed. 

“You’re right, it doesn’t.” 

A silent sob escaped your lips. “Why? That was someone’s spirit sister. She was a beautiful creature, she didn’t deserve to die.” 

“Quaritch wants to bait you out in the open. He hoped that if he did that, you would attack.” 

You hissed loudly. “And what did you do? Watch?”

He recoiled a little at your words, embarrassment still ever present on his face. 

“Pretty much.” 

“That’s just as bad. Inaction is just as bad.”

“Inaction is necessary when you’re using them to find a daughter you have never met. I had to take that risk, I had to say nothing, and I don’t fucking regret it. You’re here, aren’t you?”

“Not for long. I have nothing to say to you.”

“You do. I know you do, because you’re here. Please, just give me a chance. I need a chance.”

He sounded desperate and your welled-up eyes stung now, trying so hard to keep the tears in, trying to be strong, trying to not humour him, to not show him that this was tearing you apart, tearing apart all of the stitches of your patched up pretty new blue heart.

“Please, put the gun down.” Your lips trembled and fingers twitched on the trigger, and with a loud curse, you lowered your arm. 

“You know, I could have killed you that night. I killed two of your little friends, had you in my shot. It would have been an easy kill.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

Your eyes moved from him to somewhere behind him, thinking hard, trying to justify it to yourself as much as him. It took a few minutes of introspection to figure out you had nothing.

“I don’t know.”

He moved from where he was and sat down by the beach, in a tiny enclosure that was shielded from areal view by the trees, but still overlooked the beautiful sea, flowing back and forth with soothing waves. He looked up at you expectantly, and you moved to a rock a little further away from him, facing his body, prepared for any possibility. He sighed.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” 

“So, how did this...” You pointed with your gun, that you unloaded for the moment, all over his blue body. “...come to be?”

“When I first came to Pandora, part of the contract stated that if I die, I give permission for them to put my consciousness in an Avatar body so they can revive me in case they need me again. They did the tests and took the chip that contains…well, me… right before the last battle.”

“Why would you agree to that?”

“I didn’t really have a choice. I needed the job, I would have signed anything, done anything they asked.”

“Why?”

He didn’t look at you as he spoke, but to the distant sea, fiddling with his fingers. 

“I had a daughter. Back on Earth. Her name was Sarah. She was everything to me, and she got sick. I worked for the Air Force at the time, but they let me go after I sustained an injury in the war they said deemed me unfit for service. The money I was getting on vet benefits was not enough, not enough to save her,  not enough to matter. Then I found a job offer for the RDA, a mission to a beautiful far away planet. The pay was phenomenal, and I knew I was good enough to be accepted. I had accolades up the wazoo, and was desperate - exactly what they needed. They gave me the first pay check before we took off, and I had to have faith that the money was going to be enough to save my baby girl. When I came out of cryo, six years later, I found out she had died.”

You saw light reflecting a tear dropping on his face, and your heart hurt painfully in your chest. You have wondered for years, your whole life, what could have possibly gotten this man to give up a life on Earth for such a despicable cause, and now that you knew, you didn’t know if it was relieving you of your guilt or not. On one hand it did, because it was as good of an excuse as it got, but on the other hand, it amplified it at the horrid ways you have thought about your dad all these years. You thought him a cold-hearted killer, a monster. Turns out, just like Jake, just like Neteyam, just like you, he was just willing to give up his own life, his peace of mind, for someone he loved. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He smiled a sorrowful smile at you. “It was a long time ago. But anyway, when I found out, I was in pieces. Whatever heart I had left, my little baby took with her. I was jaded and broken, and wanted nothing to do with this world. But these men and women, the soldiers I met, they became my family in time. They pulled me out of a very dark place, and in turn I gave them my undying loyalty and whatever little was left of my soul. I knew then I would protect them with my life, and with the life of the Na’vi, if needs be. It wasn’t right, but it is who I am. Who I’ve been since as long as I remember. A soldier, an army man. I fight for my country, I fight for the job and for the squad, and I don’t complain, and I don’t question it. It was a good way of living, easy to digest, it helped me sleep at night.”

“And then I met your mother.” His smile changed from one filled with sadness and pain to a happy one, a melancholic one, filled with love and wonder. “She was a shock to the system, to every system. She was kind, and loving, smart and curious, soft and patient, but also the most badass, brave, strong person I knew. It was such a complex mixture, I didn’t think anyone like that could exist. But she did. And, somehow, she saw me. She saw more in me than what I thought I was, she saw who I could be, who I think I wanted to be all my life without ever realising. I fell so deeply in love with her, I could feel my heart beating again. She was everything to me.”

The tears were falling freely down your face now, and you didn’t have it in you to stop it, didn’t have any power over your own mind, who had trouble understanding what it was going through, all the information it had to come to terms with in such a short span of time. 

“Spider said she died.” His voice broke as he said that, and you tried to compose yourself from becoming a sobbing mess.

“Yeah… she did. When I was ten. Cancer.” 

“Ovarian?”

Your eyes snapped to him, not being able to stop the shock on your face. 

“Her sister and grandmother died of ovarian cancer, too.”

You didn’t know that. She has never told you that. 

“Are you an Avatar? I didn’t think it was possible for them to make Avatars on Pandora.” 

“I’m not an Avatar, technically. I used to be, but I did the consciousness transfer, just like Jake did almost 20 years ago.”

“Why?”

You sighed loudly. You didn’t know whether you could trust him, whether he would use the information you gave him to betray and hurt you. But at the same time, you have waited for this chance your whole life. You have wanted to speak to the man in front of you, wanted to bond with your dad that you never even met, and so you had to try. 

“Multiple reasons. From an objective point of view, my human body wasn’t made to survive this world. I was stuck in a lab for 18 years, or stuck to an oxygen mask. It wasn’t ideal. From a subjective point of view, I fell in love. With this planet, with the Na’vi… with a boy. My mother and the scientists made me this Avatar so I can live my life the way it was meant to be lived: giving myself fully to it. So when I felt ready, I committed by becoming one of the people for life.”

“There has to be more to that story. I know we don’t have a lot of time, but please, just tell me everything you can.”

So you did. You spared little detail about your mostly miserable existence, hoping that it would make him feel like shit that he didn’t try harder to be part of your mother’s life, that he didn’t forsake his kinship bond with the murderous soldiers and ally himself with the Na’vi when he had the choice, perhaps ensuring his survival, and the presence of another parent in your life.

“Jake found me in the woods, and brought me to Norm and Max, but then my heart stopped for 30 minutes. In those 30 minutes, I saw her. I saw mum, and she told me the truth. That the cancer wasn’t what really killed her. What killed her was your death, that she was never able to get over. She was so depressed, so lost, she chose to die than become one of the people. I realised then I did the exact same thing throughout my whole life, and that I wanted more time, to heal, to love, to live. So Eywa gave me a second chance at life. And I took it. I cured the virus, I became Na’vi, and now I am here. That’s pretty much it.”

Gideon’s head was spinning with the influx of information that was being thrown at him. It was so hard, hearing everything, hearing everything he’s missed. It was hard to deal with knowing this girl sitting in front of him, beautiful and blue, a strong Na’vi warrior, was his, and that whoever she was, he had no part in it. His heart constricted hearing how much pain you have had to endure, how hard your life has been, and know he was directly responsible for at least some of it. His mind echoed with your words about his Jo, about how she died, about whyshe died. The hatred he felt for himself, for his actions and inactions quickly reached an all-time-high, and he almost prayed you’d change your mind and point that gun at him again and finish the job.He couldn’t speak, so he just stared into the abyss, hoping that words, any words would come to him, knowing they won’t, knowing no words would be enough, no words would ever erase or change the damage he had done, the anguish you’ve had to endure.

“This... Neteyam. Is he a good kid?” 

He saw you smile softly, almost bashful at the mention of this boy who was in a lot of your stories, who seemed to shine a light on your otherwise dark life.

“He’s the best. We’ve been through… a lot. And it’s not always been easy, in fact, for like a year and a half he was a lot of the reasons I hated this life, I wanted it to end. But whatever’s ever happened between us, our differences, our fights, it’s never been out of lack of love. On the contrary. I think both of us love each other a little too much for either of our sakes.” 

“Does he treat you well? Do they all… the Sullys, the village, do they treat you well?” 

You smiled again, at him this time, and Gideon swore his whole body stopped - your smile, your eyes, the glimmer in it… Jo. His Jo was still here. His Jo lived so well within you, every ounce of you a walking reminder of the woman he loved more than life itself. Soft, and brave, and strong, and smart and curious… like Jo. 

“They treat me well. They always have. I was the one who pushed them away for years, but their love and desire for me to be in their lives never wavered, and I could not be more grateful. They gave me a family, and a place of belonging. They gave me a squad, and I would do anything for them.” Your expression shifted suddenly, to a hard one, one directed at him. “Anything.” 

“Why are you here? Are you here to sell me out? Are there people spying on us, tracing back where I came from so they can find Jake? Are you here to kidnap me? You either set me up, or you took a big risk leaving that message for me, hoping no one would see it, hoping no one could read it. Which one is it?”

He hated how the first thing you thought of and associated him with is vile and cruel, and underhanded, but he couldn’t blame you. He didn’t have the best track record, otherwise he wouldn’t be standing here right now.

“If I wanted you kidnapped, or found, you would have been kidnapped, or found. Do you think I don’t know you and the Sullys are in Awa’atlu?”

You mouth fell agape, eyes wide and ears pushed back at the new piece of information. He saw your tail stop moving, a sign of alertness and fear, and watched as you cocked the gun and pointed it at his face again.

“Who else knows about this? When did you find out?” 

“No one else knows.”

“Then how would you know? How did you figure it out?” 

“I still have a few aces up my sleeve, kid. Your finger’s not on the trigger, so I don’t think you’re planning on shooting me yet. Can you please lower the gun?” 

“What exactly prompted this little change of heart, if this is even what this is?” 

Gideon pulled out the rock that he found in his makeshift grave and watched as your expression deepened from surprise and fear to shock, amazement. 

“This did. I found a little spot in the forest, where it turns out I died. I found the recording, I saw Weinfleet, that son of a bitch, kill me. Although I guess that’s fair considering I did the same to him. I found my body, that you buried. And this rock.”

Gideon looked at you, at this girl who was undoubtedly his, undoubtedly Jo’s, with awe displayed all across his features. He couldn’t believe you came from him. He wishes he could have seen you as a little girl, as a human, he is so sad he didn’t get to see you take your first steps, or say your first word, or shoot your first gun. He wishes more than anything he could have taught you. He loves you, he realises. He loves you, despite so little time, because you’re his, you’re Jo’s, the best of both of them.

The man saw you thinking intently, tugging at the inside of your lip so hard he was scared it was going to bleed. He didn’t know what to expect from you. It was easy enough to read you as your face mirrored your feelings as if he had a direct link to your thoughts through it, but somehow you were still an enigma to him. He’s never seen Sarah grow up, he’s never had to be a dad to a young woman, a fierce warrior, a scientist who thinks about everything, calculates three moves ahead. He wondered sadly if there is anything left for him to teach you - you seemed as self-sufficient as they come, and a twinge of jealousy for the Toruk Makto blossomed in him, for getting to raise you, for getting to see you grow up, for helping make you who you were right now.

“So what now? I mean it’s a long shot, but maybe I can convince Jake to let you come to Awa’atlu, we can go and ask the Olo’eyktan, we can say you had nothing to do with it, it will be hard, but maybe if I -“ 

“I’m not coming with.”

“What?” There was no more confusion or focus on your face, just anger, pure unadulterated rage. 

“I have to see this through. I have a better chance of protecting you if-“

“Oh, fucking stop. You’re really going to play the martyr act til the end, aren’t you?”

“I can protect you from them, I can find out wh-“

“YOU CAN'T FUCKING PROTECT ME. I DON’T NEED YOUR PROTECTION, I DON’T WANT YOUR PROTECTION.” 

“I need you to prove to me you’re better than I think you are. I need you to show me, that despite all the fucking horrendous things you have done, my mother wasn’t a fool to trust you. To love you.” 

“Don’t talk about your mother like that, girl.” Gideon was panting now, angry with you, with how quickly you were dismissing a perfectly rational plan for your emotions, for the desire to not part with a grudge you’ve held on to for 19 years. He understood it, but there was a line, and Jo was that line for him, always. 

“You go back, everything you have said to me, everything is moot. Because you have a chance to be better, to do better, you have a chance to fight on the right side once in your life, and you’re not going to take it?” 

“I’m not going to repeat myself. I have a better chance of protecting you, protecting the people you love… your family, from there. I can figure out what their plan is and I can warn you.” He pulled out a radio and receiver from one of his pockets. “Take it. It’s set on a different frequency than what they use, or you and the Sullys use. It can be for us. Wear it, I will contact you if anything happens, and you will know and you will be safe.”

You hissed loudly at your dad, tears pricking painfully at your eyes. 

“Are you really going to pass on an opportunity to protect your family, your mate, because of your ego? I know you want everything done your way and you think you are always right, and you know what? You probably are. But this is more important than this. Just take this.” He took your hand in his and opened your palm and placed the radio and receiver in it. He closed your fingers in a fist, and let you go. “I will be in your ear, I will be there to tell you if anything’s wrong. I will do my best to fight this fight the way I think is best, the way my gut is telling me to. And when this is over, I will come. And by then, I hope I will have proven myself at least enough to be worthy of a second chance. I want to get to know you. I want you to know me. And when this is over, maybe you’ll want to. But for now, I have to go. And so do you.” He looked up and you saw that eclipse will be over any minute. Shit. Time got away from you. Neteyam would have woken up by now. Fuck.

You saw him turn around and call for his ikran. You were shocked he had passed the Iknimaya, and you made a mental note to ask him about it when you saw him next. Just for research purposes, you weren’t curious for any other reason. His ikran was beautiful, dark blue with hints of gold and pink all over, almost like the opposite of yours, the yin to your yang. You called Neyn and she came quickly, batting her wings at you playfully. She made a new friend, it seems. You sighed as you got on her and made the bond. 

“Is Spider alright?” 

“He’s fine, he’s integrated at well as could be expected. I think him and Quaritch are bonding.” You didn’t like the sounds of that, but you said no more on the subject. You were late enough as it is.

“Prove me wrong. Please.” 

“I will, kid.” 

You both took off at the same time, in the opposite directions, and you turned around and watched him with tears swiftly running down your cheeks, blown away by the warm air hitting you in the face. Dad… 

As you made your way back, your mind was running a thousand miles a minute with so many thoughts that were fighting for dominance. The top contender was concern and mind-paralysing fear at the thought of seeing Neteyam and knowing he will know, know you were gone, know you couldn’t lie, you couldn’t even try because he would know that too, and the fight that would ensue as a result. When did things get so complicated? 

You were relieved to not see any lapis blue Na’vi anywhere in sight when you dismounted your ikran, and you quickly started making your way to the village when a voice, the voice, stopped you in your tracks, like shackles to your feet. 

“You know, when we saw that sign on the tulkun yesterday, I felt your heartbeat in your wrist increase to three times its normal speed. I could feel your panted breaths in the back of my neck. I knew something was wrong. You may be able to lie to my dad, to anyone else, but you can’t lie to me, Atan.” 

Your breathing was laboured and shallow, and you felt scared to turn around, to face him. He came so close to you, his breath was making the hairs on your back stand up like needles, hurting you from the forcefulness of his presence, from the anger that was so palpable it was pulsating all around you. 

“What did you do?” 

“Neteyam…” you turned around, and you regretted looking at him. Because this wasn’t your mate, not anymore. This was the perfect soldier, the Olo’eyktan in the making, the Na’vi warrior, and he was looking at you like you were a stranger to him, like you were the enemy.

“What did you do. I need to hear you say it.” His voice was calm, too calm and it reminded you of the knife he always kept on his waist, sharp and deadly.

“Neteyam…” 

“How long has this been going on?” 

“How long has what been going for?” 

“This, you mingling with the fucking enemy, you lying to my family, to your family.” 

Your eyes widened in disbelief, as you took in the accusations your mate was carelessly throwing at you, like pebbles on the surface of the sea. 

“I know you are upset, and I am sorry I lied, but please don’t jump to conclusions.” 

“The message on the tulkun was from my dad. It was the first time I have made contact with him. I haven’t been mingling with any enemies. I just wanted to see what he wanted. I have a gun, I was prepared to kill him.”

“Your dad is a fucking murderer, he could have killed you, he could have kidnapped you. It could be a trap. We could be fucking swarmed by the RDA in the next 20 minutes and it would all be your fault.”

You couldn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Neteyam was many things, but he wasn’t cruel and he definitely wasn’t so quick to blame, to draw unwarranted conclusions. You have known he has been acting a little strange for a while, and you knew there were things eating at him that he is yet to share, but you hated how instead of communicating them, he was lashing out like a wounded animal. You felt anger bubbling in your stomach and you tried really hard to keep it at bay, knowing that both of you attacking each other will not be productive whatsoever. 

 “Neteyam, stop. You’re being unfair. I know you are mad at me, and I know you have been upset about things you have refused to talk to me about for a while, but I will not stand and watch you attack me.” 

“You are right, it was risky, and I am sorry. But I’m not fucking stupid. I was careful, I made sure nobody followed me as much as I possibly could. I didn’t tell you because I was scared if you came, and it was a trap, you were a much bigger prize than I was.” 

“Oh, that is such fucking bullshit. If you told me and I came, you had double the chance to defeat whoever was waiting for you, whoever left you the message. But you didn’t want that, did you? You seem to like saying one thing when you mean another, don’t you?” 

“Ok, what the fuck has gotten into you? This is so not about me leaving.”

“No, it IS about you leaving. It’s about you lying. It’s about how every time I think we’re in one fucking place, it turns out we’re about five steps behind.” 

Neteyam watched as you stretched on the grass of your clearing, taking deep breaths in with your eyes closed, peacefully enjoying the outside, which you never really saw anymore. It will be your 17th birthday in a couple months, and Neteyam was wondering sorrowfully if he will get to be there for it. It’s been eating at him, the realisation he needed to leave, leave your life forever, but he was painfully grasping at every chance to see you, still be with you. He couldn’t imagine a life without you, and soon, he’ll have to live through it. 

Recently, your relationship changed. You have always been close, so close the whole world around you felt like just a playpen for your souls alone, but recently, things… evolved. Everything about it felt heightened, like it reached new zeniths Neteyam never thought anyone would be able to feel without collapsing from the intensity it pulsated through his veins. He’s always loved you, Neteyam mused. His whole life, there was not a moment he has not loved you. 

But as he watched you on the grass, soft shiny skin, so unlike his own, your tiny figure and those eyes that, despite being closed, Neteyam knew every inflection of by heart, he knew he felt more, that he fell in love with you - deeply and irrevocably. It wasn’t a recent development, either, it has been going on for a while, but in light of everything he knew he had to do, Neteyam knew it would hurt even more to vocalise these thoughts or even acknowledge them for himself. Only hurt could come of whatever it was you two had, and there would be no cure for the calamitous heartbreak he would have to go through when he did decide to leave for good, so the less he thought about you two together, your body on him, his lips on yours, spoken confessions and wondrous nights - the better.

“Hey, do you ever think about kids?”

“Kids?”

“Yeah, about having kids. About the future, about little Neteyams running around the village, one day bound to inherit your titles, and your beautiful soul and your endless good looks. ”

He blushed at your comment. He has, Neteyam thought. Multiple times. He thought about a family, about them running through this clearing, about their mother singing to them with that incandescent voice and worn-down guitar, and then he had to stop thinking about it, because it hurt, it took him out, the pain of knowing it was never going to be possible. It nauseated him, the idea of another woman, a woman he’d have to love and give himself to, a woman that wouldn’t be you, and his children that wouldn’t have your eyes, or your hair, or your propensity for being a lovable know-it-all. 

“Not really. It’s still a lifetime away. I’m just trying to enjoy each day as it comes along.”

Neteyam watched as you propped yourself up on your elbows and eyed him inquisitively. You were so tiny, you had to stretch your neck to look at his face. 

“Liar. You’re not a carpe diem kind of guy. You think about everything. You told me you had your whole future planned out when we were like seven.” You got up and walked to where he was sitting on the ground, back against the bark of a tree. When you were on your feet, your face was at the same levels as his, so you got really close to him, so close he could feel your breath on his face, and tried to ignore the thumping heartbeat and shivers going down his spine at your proximity. It’s gotten easier in time, being this close to you, as you have always been a touchy person, so he had no way of avoiding it - not that he would want to avoid it. 

“So why are you lying to me, Ne-te-yam?” 

Neteyam gulped, and he wondered if you knew - what this was doing to him, what you were doing to him. Wondered if you felt the same way, if you also felt dizzy when he was this close, if you also felt your knees weaken in his presence. 

“I’m not lying… I used to have everything planned out, but not anymore. It’s a little more complicated, this whole life thing, than I thought it was going to be when we were young.” 

Your gaze shifted from him to somewhere behind him, and you looked sad and deep in thought, subtle pain obvious in the way your eyes glistened with new-found tears.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Do you ever think about kids?” Your eyes found his again, and you looked hurt by his comment, and the unshed tears found their way down you cheek, that you wiped immediately. You turned around and started walking towards the river, and you kneeled next to it, looking at the way the water flowed, peaceful and determined. 

“That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny… you asked me, so I assumed it’s because you were thinking about it.”

“You know I can’t think about kids, Neteyam. I can’t have kids, unless I have them with Spider.” You rolled your eyes and laughed a joyless laugh and he felt anger envelop him just at the mere thought. Agonising images were flashing through his mind, of you two, a much better fit for each other, compatible in biology and bodies and he felt suddenly sick and regretful of ever asking. 

He faintly saw you look back at him, and you clarified - you knew, knew he needed it. “I’m never having children with Spider, Neteyam. I was just saying, unlike you, the prospect is never in the cards for me. You will go off, find yourself a suitable mate, beautiful and smart and kind and fit to be a Tsahik, you will have a life and a family. I won’t. I will never have a tiny me running around, I’ll never have my parents’ genes, and everything I’ve learnt, and everything I am live on.”

You sighed, and the tears were falling swiftly in the palms resting upwards in your lap.

“Would you? If you could? Have kids… with someone else?” 

You smiled a small sorrowful smile, and looked up at the sky, almost as if you were praying to whoever could hear you.

“If I could… yes. With… someone else.” 

“Just fucking admit you don’t want to have my kids. You don’t want a family.” 

And the hits keep coming. So that’s what this is about. The guilt you felt about lying to him and sneaking out was quickly dissipating and being replaced with rage, burning heavily and brightly, wanting to leave nothing but destruction in its wake. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me. Why? Why are so desperate for those pills, why do you hate the thought of having a baby with me so much? Do you have any fucking clue how that makes me feel?”

“NO, Neteyam! No, I have no fucking clue, because you won’t fucking talk to me. You have some nerve to hold these feelings inside after months of me asking you what is wrong, of KNOWING you are not ok, you LYING about it and then exploding in my face and demanding an explanation in this way.” 

“You know what? You are right. I don’t want a baby with you.” As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you knew it was too late. You knew you made a mistake. Because while the words were true, they were also not the whole truth. And as you watched your mate’s heart shatter in front of you, yours did too. It was too late to stop, though, as the rage was eating at your insides, begging to be released. 

“Why in God’s name would I want a child with a man who continuously puts himself at risk and will most likely get themselves fucking killed in the nearby future?! I grew up without a parent, Neteyam. I grew up without a dad. And I grew up with a mother who was heartbroken because of the lack of dad, and killed herself when I was fucking 10 years old. Do you have any idea what that does to someone? Do you have any idea the hell I have lived through my whole life? The holes in my chest nobody was able to fix, not even you, they’re still there. They’re patched up nice and neat, as well as anybody could hope for, but they’re still there. They will always be there.  I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, much less on my child. So no, I do not want a baby that will grow up an orphan, that’s why I am so fucking desperate for those pills. And if you bothered to ever share with me, share what’s been bothering you, you’d know this.” 

Neteyam looked broken, eyes on you but not really, unfocused and distant, and you tried to calm down, tried to make words come out that could fix your previous ones. Your eyes were frozen on his, frozen on the tears forming in them, watching as they fell down his cheek and onto his bare chest. Eventually, it’s like he snapped back to life, and he started moving, not sparing you a second look. As he passed you by, you grabbed him by the wrist and stopped him. He removed his arm from your grasp like it burned him, like being touched by you was poisonous, and you winced at it, knowing deep down you deserved it. 

“Neteyam… I have dreamt about having a family with you for so long I can’t even remember when it started. I dreamt about our children, careless and free, happy and loud, running around the village, swimming in our clearing. I dreamt about teaching them guitar, and watching you teach them how to hunt or shoot a bow. I dreamt about them growing up and feeling sad about how quickly time is passing but being grateful for being able to watch it go by. I dreamt about their Iknimaya, and flying together for the first time. I dreamt so many things, for a long time my dreams were the only things keeping me going. Even when you were gone, the dreams, they never left. I had to live with knowing they would never come true for so long before I got the Avatar. I had to live with knowing I’d have to watch you have someone else’s babies, and it killed me. It killed me.” You were crying now, your chest convulsing in pain at the memories, at the present, at seeing Neteyam’s back tense and rigid, of not being able to look into his eyes. “When I got my Avatar, and we started being close again… when you kissed me for the first time, when you held me in your arms before my Iknimaya, I had flashes, flashes of hope, that despite my sickness, maybe those dreams weren’t impossible anymore. They were quickly shattered, of course, but they were there. Then after my consciousness transfer, the humans came back, and I was scared. I was scared of having a family during an active war. I thought we both agreed on that. Then watching you continuously put yourself at risk for Lo’ak, watching as you almost died in that train battle, it snapped something in me. My entire life, all the hurt and the pain of being orphaned came back full blast. Neteyam, if you die, I will too. And I don’t want to put an innocent being, our innocent being through that.” 

“Please, try to understand.”

You watched as Neteyam left you without another word and you were unsure if you would ever be able to fix this and you couldn’t help clutch your chest to try to alleviate the pain that was so strong it was radiating all throughout your body, just like one sentence, over and over. Did I lose him? Did I lose him? Did I lose him?

Neteyam walked towards a village like a ghost, like zombie, like a body without a soul, or a mind, just robotically taking step after step, trying to figure out if he could wake up, if this was a nightmare, if it was some sick joke. 

I don’t want a baby with you. I don’t want a baby with you. I don’t want a baby with you. 

Crack after crack, the pieces of his heart shattered like a broken jigsaw, like the one he did with you and Kiri when you were children, huddled together in the recreation hub. So he was right. He was right, his insecurities, however ridiculous they seemed sometimes, they were not without merit. You didn’t want his children. Not children, just his children. Because of who he is, because of his life choices and his desire to protect his family, his brother, you didn’t want him. Neteyam heard you justify it, and maybe somewhere deep, deep inside of him, he knew you had a point, that your own unique circumstances entitled you to this view, that you weren’t being unreasonable, but the hurt, the pain, the anguish and betrayal, they ran deeper. What was he supposed to do now? How would you ever be able to resolve this?

He noticed absentmindedly that there was commotion in the village, screams and wails coming from the Olo’eyktan’s tent. He felt himself walking towards it, with no real input from his mind, which was numb and in its own isolated, desolate little world. 

He heard Tonowari’s imposing voice, screaming over the booming voices of the villagers. As he approached, he saw his family, his father in the middle of the crowd, desperation all over his features. 

“This war has come to us! We knew about the hunting of our tulkun people, but it was over the horizon, far away! Now, it is HERE!” Neteyam saw the Metkayina poke their tongues out in a war cry, and he knew what he feared, what his family feared, is finally here. There was no avoiding it, the war with the Sky People, no avoiding the deaths that followed. Fear enveloped him, momentarily replacing the anguish you put in him, and he wondered where you were, if you had run away, as you used to like doing when you were young. Were you in danger? 

“Look, you have got to understand how the Sky People think.” His dad was trying to force his voice through the ululation, trying to get them to see reason. “They don’t care about the great balance.”

“WE DON’T ANSWER TO SKY PEOPLE.”

Neteyam couldn’t help his voice from speaking. “Listen. Listen to him.”

“They are not going to stop, this is only the beginning. You have to… tell your tulkun to leave. You gotta tell them to go far away!” 

“Leave?!” The Tsahik look disgusted with his dad, and he knew the Metkayina would never understand. None of them will, because they have never lived through what the Omatikaya had. They had no idea the depth of the cruelty, and lack of morals that plagued the aliens. They had no idea the loss his village suffered at their hands, and the sacrifices his family had to make. 

“You live among us and you learn nothing!”

“WE WILL FIGHT TO PROTECT OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS!”

“No no no no! IF YOU ATTACK, IF YOU FIGHT, THEN THEY WILL DESTROY YOU!” Pointing at Ronal’s pregnant belly, his father continued. “They will destroy everything that you love!”

“Hear my words!”

Like an out-of-body experience, Neteyam heard himself speak yet again. “Listen to my father. He speaks the truth.” 

The Toruk Makto picked the red impaling rod they found on the tulkun yesterday, got up to where the Olo’eyktan was so he was towering above everyone else, and pointed it for everyone to see. 

There was quiet all around him now, the villagers watching his dad carefully, with focused eyes. 

“You tell the tulkun that if they’re hit by one of these, they’re marked for death. And call for me, I’ll silence it. Saving their lives. That’s all that matters, right? Saving your family.”

“Tell the tulkun.” 

“Go, go!” 

Ululating can be heard all around as the Metkayina hurried and dove in the water, rushing to warn their brothers and sisters. Neteyam’s gaze shifted instantly to Lo’ak. He wouldn’t…

He would, it turns out, as Neteyam saw his baby brother hurrying out of the tent. He followed in his footsteps, knowing very well what Lo’ak was intending, knowing he had to stop him, no matter what. 

Neteyam watched as the younger Sully was sneakily placing a saddle on his ilu. 

“No way you’re running out today, baby brother.”

“I have to warn Payakan about the pingers.”

Neteyam was in no mood for this.

“No. You have got to keep your skxawng ass here.”

“He is outcast. There’s nobody to warn him but me.” Neteyam saw Lo’ak getting aggravated, the way he always got - his brother had no control over his emotions, never had, always ready and more than willing to explode at the slightest perceived slight. 

“Why do you always have to make things so hard, Lo’ak?”

“No, you mean why can’t I be the perfect son like you?” Neteyam’s heart took yet another beating, and he was unsure how much longer it could continue going in light of today, in light of everything it has had to suffer. First you, now Lo’ak, it seems everyone he loved was taking turns kicking him until the breath was knocked out of his lungs, until he would be unable to stand back up. 

“The perfect little soldier. Well, I’m not you!” 

The anger overtook Neteyam, who made his way so close to Lo’ak he was towering over him, a dark expression marring his features. 

“I’m not you. He’s my brother. I’m going.”

Crack. Crack. Crack.

“He’s your brother?” He pulled Lo’ak by the arm as he was turning away, speaking through clenched teeth. “No, I’m your brother!”

The conversation was interrupted by Tsireya and Ao’nung, both of whom jumped from their ilu and onto the platform they were on. 

“Lo’ak!” 

His brother took the opportunity that presented itself when Neteyam’s attention shifted onto the two siblings to escape his tight grip and jump into the water, immediately leaving towards Three Brothers Rock, where Payakan was. 

Neteyam didn’t think of anything else besides saving Lo’ak in that moment, and, as he called for his own ilu, he finally knew in his heart that you were right. 

You were flying, faster than you should be, considering the rain pouring all around you and the fact you could barely see a few meters in front of you, but you couldn’t stop. Because if you stopped, you’d have to think, you’d have to deal with the consequences of your actions, and that would be too much, too painful. Neyn was worried, as she could also not see, but she trusted you to guide her, she trusted you to keep her alive - her worry extended to you as well, to the horrid mood that seem to plague you, for the deep anguish in your soul that was making her cry loudly. You tried to calm her down, petting her gently. 

“Tam tam…” 

You have been going for a while now, longer than you knew you should have. You had little idea where you were, and where you were going. You didn’t even know if you could go back. Would you be able to face Neteyam again? Would you share a tent, would you ever be able to fix this?

You were so harsh, harsher than you needed to be. You hated his predisposition for following in his brother’s dangerous steps, but you promised him you’d be there to fix it. You told him you didn’t want to change him, that you would be there to patch him up. You told him you’d protect him. And instead of doing that, you struck him where it hurt most. You both had a habit of hurting each other, both had a habit of shooting to kill when in pain. So much has changed in between you, so much has changed in your worlds except the one thing that should have, that one thing that needed to. 

“Kid, are you there?” 

The voice pulled you out of your pondering, a voice you now recognised as your dad’s. 

“I’m here. Over.” 

“I don’t have a lot of time. The ship is hunting another tulkun. A solitary one.”

Oh, no… It can’t be.

“We’re about two klicks out. Kid… the Sully kids are there too.”

You felt all air being pushed from your lungs, unable to breathe in, feeling yourself becoming faint at the lack of oxygen and maddening heartbeat deafening you. 

“I will try to stop them. I don’t know if I can do this on my own.” 

Breathe. Try to breathe. 

“Hold your position. I’m coming. Get me a gun. Over and out.” 

Kiri. Tuk. Lo’ak…. Neteyam. Adrenaline coursed through your veins like icy water, waking you up, focusing your mind. You had no time to go back. You willed Neyn towards where you thought Three Brothers Rock was, and prepared yourself to fight for your life, for your family’s life, for your dad’s life. 

Your mind flashed to your fight with Neteyam, knowing you had to do everything in your power to make it right, not knowing that fight was the last conversation you will ever have with him before both of your lives are changed - forever. 

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[happyk44]

Stayed up until 3:30 envisioning my daughter of Zeus OC from childhood that I crafted into an original original character having a nervous breakdown because the sky is loveless and law is loveless and order is loveless and at some point the love she has in her heart won't be enough

"the ocean is a possessive bastard that never wants you to leave, and the earth loves you so much it provides so you can live, and the dead are coated in love from grief, and homes are where love first sprouted, the warmth of the fire, and what is the core of family and marriage if not the love between people, but the sky?

the sky doesn't love you. you jump and it doesn't catch you, it will watch you plummet to the ground. the higher up you go, the harder it is to breathe. the sky does not want you, it does not love you. and the law does not love you. it doesn't care about you, who you are, how you are, the why's behind the rule you broke. it will structure itself how it sees fit, based on its own feelings of what is and isn't correct, and it will throw you away for the slightest infraction. it will kill you for not acting the way it demands.

and I am the daughter of the sky, I am the daughter of law. at some point love won't be enough to stop me from executing every person who so much as breathes wrong. my love is superficial. it is not authentic, it is not genuine, it is a thin, thin blanket covering my cold empty heart and I will not get to the point where it is ripped away! I will not be my mother, and I will not be my father! I REFUSE!

so please just let me die"

Naturally I tried to figure out how to sculpt this into a Jason monologue because who gives a shit about OCs, esp ones they've never heard of, lol, but it was 3:30 and I needed to sleep, and I was like meh it's not possibly for jaybird anyway, he's got that wolf in him

But Jason has also been continuously abandoned by every family he's ever had - his mom, the wolves, camp jupiter when they didn't go looking for him, leo and piper, probably more and so on, and I HC to be suicidal and actively self-harm himself

and you know what, I think it would be neat if everyone was like "Jason, you don't have time for friends, you need to learn to be a leader, you need to focus on training, blah blah blah" and he's desperate to see if he can have both and somehow someway he summons dead siblings to ask advice from or maybe he prays for advice and receives a dream from my stressed out baby girl who's basically like "I had so much love in my heart, it was slowly killing me every single day because my rules were small and stupid but they mattered so fucking much and people broke them all the tim and the intense need I felt to hurt them as punishment for their wrongdoings made me want to kill myself and the only reason I couldn't is because my friends kept catching me. don't befriend a child of Pluto or Mors, they're annoyingly adept and weirdly stubborn about you dying when they don't want you to"

ofc Jason is desperate. He wants people, he wants community. But she just shakes her head. "you're the oldest child of Jupiter here. You're the only child of Jupiter here. You have no choice. I was the youngest of my siblings. If I were in line to be praetor, if I were in line to be charge of my cohort, I would've tried so much harder to die because love and leadership are incompatible for us. Maybe it works out for other people, but not for us.

Abandon your affections, Jason. Crave friendship but never seek it out. It will hurt you less when it comes time to discipline those who break the rules. You are a tornado waiting to happen, you are a lightning storm. Your discipline will not be gentle and it will not be light. Do you want to be feared by those you love?"

and he shakes his head, wishing he was a softer person, one who shocked rather than electrocuted, one who didn't bear their teeth, and played with the breeze instead of manifesting gale.

"then love no one. because the fear will come no matter what, but love? that's what you have to work for. and it has no place with us"

#jason grace #happy talks pjo #okay im going back to sleep. woke up to feed cats take meds and write this out. bye

[shitouttabuck]

i joke, don’t i, about my dog-coded heart. i love you like a dog, i grin, and they hear devotion and loyalty and desperation for love

i love you like a dog, and that’s cute because i’m affectionate and i’m on your side and i want to be close, all the time

but i love you like a dog, and that’s everything turned up to eleven because i’m at a party on saturday night when you call me and tell me someone hurt you. there’s calm in a crisis but no sanity—just worry and the need to protect you. i sit at the foot of your hospital bed and find the girl on facebook and tell her if she ever comes near you again i will put her in the ground myself

i love you like a dog, and i sleep on the floor of your room when we get home. i walk you to class and i glare at everyone who looks at you with anything other than kindness and i pick you up from work when your boss won’t stop staring at your bare arms

i love you like a dog, and i get an email from the university regarding my behavioural issues. you can’t threaten another student, they say. but other students can tell their classmates to kill themselves? i ask. they only reply with a date for a disciplinary hearing

i love you like a dog, and you don’t come with me. you ask if i really said those things to her. of course i did. you say maybe you will go stay at your dad’s for christmas after all

i love you like a dog, and you’re realising i’m not a good one. you come home; i’m there at the door. i love you like a dog, and you’re realising that means codependence and possessiveness and doing anything for you at the cost of everything and everyone else

i love you like a dog, and this is not what you signed up for. there’s only so much training can do: i am so good at pretending i will follow every basic command, at pretending i will behave in a way that’s acceptable

do you even know the difference between good and bad? you ask me one night, halfway to tears in the kitchen when i’m standing between you and the door, begging you don’t go see her. how is what she said to me any different from what you said to her?

and i think maybe i don’t know the difference between good and bad, only what the difference means to you. i know which behaviours performed gets me a smile and a pat, and i know which has you desperate to escape my attempt to be your shadow, nose bumping your heels with every step you take away

i don’t know the difference between good and bad, i only know how to love you. but i love you like a dog, and that’s not the way you want to be loved, because keeping you safe and keeping you warm shouldn’t ever come at the price of suffocating under my heart and apologising to your colleagues for my bad manners and stubborn presence

i love you like a dog, and maybe that would be okay if i was a dog who listened. i love you like a dog and maybe that would be okay if i didn’t have a temper. i love you like a dog and maybe that would be okay if i was a dog who knew you’re coming home when you leave

but instructions and implorations mean very little when my right and wrong is all in context of your well-being, and i am capable of both bark and bite, and you stopped coming home altogether

i love you like a dog, and it’s exhausting for you. you’re not the bad guy; you gave me a home and loved me and let me love you. you didn’t ask for a problem pet—you wanted a friend to share a house with. someone to text from the grocery store, someone to make breakfast with on sundays, someone to cover late rent

i still joke about loving like a dog. i think i’m better, these days, at pretending i know where good and bad lie. pretending i care, because you care. and maybe that’s not a pretence, then. i do care because you care. i just don’t know if my love will ever stop taking priority over morality. i’ll pretend. i’ve only lost one person since you, so maybe that’s growth

you look happy in your photos. you have a cat; that made me laugh. i’m not going to click accept on the request, because i don’t think i know how to love you any different than i did six years ago. but—and you might never know this—i’m always going to love you anyway. we may have bled out, quick and messy euthanasia of the life we built, but i love you like a dog, and that shit’s unkillable

#hello. girl i haven’t spoken to in six years sent me an instagram follow request and i had a million feelings and memories about it #this sure is revealing huh! being a walking talking red flag is only a part time job these days #there are many years of therapy and medication under my belt im a champ at dbt now #ive just spent all day feeling kind of insane #n #i love you like a dog #might as well plonk this in that tag

[writingforatwistedworld]

This is tailors anon again ! Here do to the other boys ! Player is a talented tailor and make customs clothes for them + a set inspired by the great seven. For Riddle/Azul/Kalim please ?

Love your work as usual ❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, violence, blood, murder, death, obsession, possessiveness

Riddle Rosehearts/Azul Ashengrotto/Kalim Al-Asim - Darling who is a talented tailor

Why is ther new clothing in his closet?

At first Riddle thinks that some first years who haven’t heard how strict he is pulled a prank and sliced his dorm uniform to pieces

But then he takes the piece of fabric out of the dark, stuffy space and sees that no, it’s not ruined, it is a different piece he has never seen before

And then, oh boy, he sees the little note pinned on it with a small needle, telling him that this is from you for him

Imagine living in a monarchy and the current ruler, who you seduce doesn’t even look at needles, suddenly is like “Here you go. I made it myself. You can throw it away if you don’t like it

Yeah, that’s what Riddle is going through at the moment

You know, he always respected the Queen of Hearts and now the person guiding her majesty, ruling through her, has gifted him something

He immediately tries it on

Sadly it is one of the few times he ever wears it

But don’t misunderstand! He doesn’t dislike it, he just thinks these clothes are too special to be worn on casual occasions

He hides the clothing from others though

How could he ever forgive himself if these were to be stolen?

Overseer forbid that ever happens!

Because if it would it would mean “Off with their head!” and I am not talking about his special magic

He may be small but those heels must hurt enough to make someone kneel which gives him even better access to their head

But oh dear! His favourite clothing which was tailored by the Overseer was stained by this insects paint. Thankfully its red as well or otherwise the stains would be rather easy to see and hard to clean.

Happy octopus noises MP.3

But seriously, he would have burned Mostro Lounge down if you had just asked him if he was going to do that in exchange for a shirt filled with holes

And now you are giving him an entire outfit!

If Azul wasn’t loyal before he is now

He hides them from the tweels though

Why? Well… they have sharp teeth and can be quite jealous….

You catching my drift?

But let me tell you, he won’t let you go after this

And I am not talking about contract or relationship wise

You will stay in a room in Octavinelle which only he is aware of whilst providing you with the finest silks and much more needed for tailoring

And books. A lot of books. You are curious why? Well you are more or less a allknowing scholar in the Coral Sea so he would like to provide you with everything you need

Azul would have used anybody else to make them work for him and squeeze every last penny out of their talent but not with you

No, you just need to say here and be happy

Don’t mind the stains that are sometimes on his clothing though

He just has to take care of pests, most of the times first years, that have decided to explore their dorm for a bit and seen more than they should have

So keep sewing dear! Sew and smile for him! We don’t know what he would do if you would be sad!

All those golden bracelets? Worth nothing in comparison to what you made him

But Kalim is confused

Why are you making clothing? Aren’t poor people the only ones who do such things?

And now we are falling right into the problems

You see, Kalim has grown up pampered and told that such tasks are only done by people if they have no other way to get food on the table

So you are poor? No! It can’t be! You are the greatest scholar! The inspiration for the sorcerer himself! How could you be in such a position??!

The thought that this could be merely a hobby and not something out of desperation is a foreign concept for him

I might want to add that he has a room prepared just for you and you alone… maybe some locks will be your roommates…

Ok, but on a more serious note, do you realise that he is planning on locking you up under the excuse of providing for you?

Usually I would say in the Self-aware au that if you see a fae you should turn around and run away but… friendship with them might be pretty neat in this situation

You know, being protected by a monarchy from another is pretty sweet… until you also have to run away from your protector that is

Kalim will wear what you make him though

Always. And if someone dares to damage it? Whops! Seems like the next ruler will be a tyrant!

So if you haven’t given him something by now good, lets keep it that way and if my warning is too late uh… the Queendom of Roses is also pretty loyal so…

Expect gold, diamonds and much more if you are looked up and I was too late

He will never let you touch a needle again. You could get hurt! Let the servants over there do that for you darling.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere riddle #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere azul #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere kalim al asim x reader #yandere kalim x reader #yandere kalim al asim #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: imprisonment #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: obsession #tw: possessiveness #tw: death

[pavlovianfuckery]

it was meant to be a joke but it spiralled

someone (ages ago now) said that dream could never be a demanding or rough lover, he was more the "crying while being pegged" type, so i kind of took that and ran with it like i stole it, more or less. so have some dream kinda-sorta-crying while most-definitely being pegged, i'm welcome and you're sorry

You rarely see each other in the waking world, and at first, you worry that something might be amiss to warrant him leaving the Dreaming. The restlessness coming off of him in waves doesn't help. Even as he kisses you he seems different from usual, holding on to you like he can't get close enough.  "What's the matter? Is something wrong?" His answer is muffled against your skin as he nuzzles your neck, still seeking contact. "Would you have me?" "What does that even mean?" You frown, confused, "You don't need to ask every time you want to have sex." "You misunderstand," he sighs, unwilling to elaborate further. "Then what do you mean? I'm not a mind reader, you know." You've never seen him act anything even approaching coy before, but you suppose there's a first time for everything. It's only a second or two, but he still chooses his next words carefully, not meeting your gaze fully as he speaks. "I want you to possess me, as I have possessed you. I am yours to do with what you will." His expression is more open than you ever recall seeing, vulnerable and wanting.  You're not entirely sure how to respond to that, and your hesitance is enough to pull a single word from him, dragging it out of him like a fishhook stuck in his throat; "Please."

The way he says it makes your heart flutter and you sit down on the bed, maybe a bit more heavily than you intended. "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to!" You assure him, trying to keep your voice steady."But why? What brought this on?" "Do I need a reason for wanting to give myself to you?" He takes your hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze. "You are my lover, is that not reason enough?" "That's...fair, I suppose."

He presses his lips to yours, the kiss almost chaste. It soon deepens as he leans into you, unashamedly hungry. Not content with kissing he takes you by surprise by simply climbing onto your lap, straddling your thighs, burgeoning erection obvious as he presses close, almost desperate for contact. The weight of him isn't unpleasant, but he can't exactly stay like that, so when he eventually comes up for air you poke him gently in the ribs to make him move. "Go on then," It's hard to keep your voice serious because he's just adorable like this, but you try anyway. "Strip for me."

You don't need to tell him twice. The way he undresses is unhurried but to the point, with no teasing or tricks, his gaze fixed on you the entire time. Everything from how he shrugs off his coat to the way he shimmies out of his tight jeans makes him almost seem human. When the last garment hits the floor he wastes no time, ending up back in your lap again. Even more insistent now, he barely gives you time to breathe as he captures your lips with his again, demanding. Struggling to stay still he grinds himself against you, leaving a wet spot on your tank top. Being responsive in bed is nothing new for him, but this is something different, and you intend to enjoy it as much as you can while it lasts. Gathering his hair in one hand you give it a soft pull, making him gasp and bare his throat, and you can't resist licking one long stripe all the way up his neck, nipping at his jaw.

"You're so beautiful," you sigh, placing a line of kisses from his collarbone back up to his ear, loving the way his breath catches as you bite his earlobe gently. "Have you done this before?" "I do not see how that matters," he replies, dodging the question. You try to be patient, but he's not making it easy. "It matters because I don't want to hurt you." "What makes you think you could harm me even if you tried?" He scoffs and presses a small kiss at the corner of your mouth, "I'll be quite all right, I assure you." "But that doesn't mean you'd enjoy it, and I want you to feel good," you retort, resting your hands on his waist, thumbs trailing his hipbones softly. "Let me do this properly, or not at all." Giving in with a small smirk, it's clear that he's only humoring you. "Very well," he breathes the words against your lips, voice low. "Show me this "proper" way, then."

Feeling mischievous you simply lay back and drag him down with you, making him let out a startled little huff. He doesn't fight you though, even when you roll over until you're the one straddling him instead, his length rubbing against your still clothed folds. As you pull your tank top over your head, his inhuman eyes follow every move hungrily, glinting in the dim light. Dismounting for a moment you rifle through the bedside table until you find what you're looking for.The harness itself is fairly non-descript, the black leather plain but functional. The dildo itself is less so. It's a smooth, surprisingly non-phallic thing, average in size but with a graceful curve to it and a slightly wider head, fashioned from a brilliant blue silicone with a pearlescent sheen. Retrieving a bottle of lube as well, you place all three items on top of the bedside table, a show of intent. It doesn't seem to phase him though, his eyes soon back on you again as you pull your panties down and get back on the bed, where he grabs greedily at you. His breath catches as you drag your nails lightly down his abdomen, the skin reddening prettily.

"Turn over for me?" There are a few seconds where you think he might refuse before he rolls over onto his stomach. He really is gorgeous, all whipcord muscle and sharp angles, not a mark or blemish anywhere. Mapping every inch of him with your hands is too hard to resist, and when you trail your teeth and tongue over every notch and dip in his spine, it leaves goosebumps in your wake. Excitement is buzzing in your bones, but it's a bad idea to rush these things. Testing the waters you plant a quick kiss on one soft buttcheek, and when that seems to go over well enough, another, more open-mouthed one. It's only a small shivery intake of breath and you might well have missed it, but it might be one of the most delicious sound you've heard him make, especially considering what he's going to let you do. Palming his cheeks you knead them gently, dotting another kiss here and there. If his slightly uneven breathing is anything to go by, he seems to be enjoying it so far. Kissing your way up his body, you rest your head on his shoulder. "Will you get on your hands and knees for me, love?"

That goes over decidedly less well. "I will not," he bristles, an almost offended look on his face. "Well, if we're going to do this, you're gonna have to trust me a little bit. I told you I want you to enjoy it, so I'll need to warm you up. Or have you changed your mind?" "No." "What's the problem, then?" "I find the position...undignified." Lord have mercy. You take a deep breath, trying to be patient. "If that's the only issue, let's just do it differently? Because I'm not going to fuck you without preparing you first." "No need to be so crude." He doesn't roll his eyes, but he might as well have. "This 'different way' of yours, then."

Laying down next to him, you tap your chest. "Come here. You've been on top of me before like this, so just...do it the other way around." His face as realization dawns is truly a sight to see. It might not be a full-on blush, but it's something. There is a moment of hesitation, but in the end, he relents. In a way, he ends up on his hands and knees anyway, though he seems to have no problem with it this way around, funnily enough. Kneading his backside again you gently pull his cheeks apart. "This okay?" "...Yes." Good enough. Keeping your tongue soft and pliant, you give his asshole a few tentative licks, pausing to see how he will react. "You wicked creature," he gasps, not quite managing to keep his voice steady anymore, "Continue."

That's all the permission you need. Alternating between soft licks and gently running the tip of your tongue around his rim, it doesn't take very long before you can feel him relax, opening up to you. The rest of him is doing the opposite though, tense and almost shivering from the intimate touch. His breathing is loud in the small room as you slip the tip of your tongue slightly inside of him, making his thighs tremble. No longer needing to be quite so dainty about it, you redouble your efforts until he grabs onto your hips for support. As you slide your tongue in as far as it will go, the small sound he makes can only be described as a whimper, and you wish you could see his face right now. It's an almost dizzying sense of power, having the King Of Dreams on your tongue, letting you pick him apart like this.  Once he's as relaxed as you can get him like this you give his asshole one last sloppy kiss before stroking your hands down his sides soothingly.

"You still good?" "Yes." This time his answer comes out a bit choked, composure crumbling. "Good. Need you to move for this next bit though." Reluctantly he gets off of you, and you file the information away for later; the mighty Ruler of the Nightmare Realms enjoys getting his ass kissed, in every sense. As he lays down next to you there is a hint of a flush to his usually pale face.  When you reach for the bottle of lube, completely ignoring the rest of the equipment, his frustration is tangible.

"You try my patience," he murmurs, nipping at your shoulder lightly. "Further preparation will be wholly unnecessary." "Bear with me a bit longer, will you?" He gives you another small smile before pressing his plush lips to yours. "I suppose I can indulge you for now, if it pleases you." "It does." Slicking your fingers up you run your eyes over him, taking him in. He really is too pretty for his own good, all disheveled like this. "Spread your legs for me."

He actually does it without complaint, watching on propped elbows as you kneel between his bent legs. There is barely any resistance as you slowly sink a digit into him, and you can feel the faint thrum of his heartbeat around your finger. Working it in and out a few times, you brush the pad of your finger tentatively over his prostate. You weren't sure if he'd even have one since he isn't exactly human, bu repeating the motion makes his breathing go ragged, cock heavy and leaking. "You like that?" Not waiting for an answer you do it again, making his eyes flutter shut as he nods unsteadily, jaw going just a bit slack. Pulling out, you add a bit more lube, wanting to be thorough. Two fingers are a bit tougher, but not much. There is a definite blush on his face now, spreading down towards his chest. Increasing the pressure just a tiny bit has him gripping the sheets, knuckles nearly white. "You're so damn lovely like this, you know that? You're fucking gorgeous, Dream." You half expect some remark about your choice of words again, but the objection never comes. Briefly considering adding a third finger, you decide against it, since you plan to keep this gentle. Enjoying how responsive he is, you work him over a few minutes more until he's almost putty in your hands. Finally satisfied, you tap his knee to get his attention. "Still with me?" Meeting your eyes, his gaze has a glazed-over quality to it. "Are you quite done teasing me?" That's answer enough, you suppose, withdrawing from him for now. "You still want me to fuck you?" "Yes."

Reaching for the harness you assemble it quickly, slipping it on before settling back between his legs again. Leaning forward you pepper his chest with kisses, working your way up to his neck, unable to resist the urge to leave a lovebite there. "Can I take you like this?" "If it means that you will get on with it, yes." The words themselves might be teasing, but his voice is soft as he presses close, your faux cock rubbing up against his real one. "Alright." You sit back again, adding another healthy dollop of lube, this time to the dildo itself. "I need you to put your legs up for me for a bit." He complies easily enough, without any commentary even. Holding onto one of his legs for a bit of support you line yourself up, resting the smooth head against his entrance. It's very tempting to make him ask for it one last time, but you manage to refrain, instead slowly pressing into him. The way his eyes gleam as he watches you sheath yourself in him is making it very difficult to keep it slow, but you try nonetheless.

A few shallow thrusts has him groaning, precum dribbling from his cock as you fuck into him. Patience wearing thin he wraps his legs around your waist, grabbing at any part of you that he can reach. Not letting him pull you down straight away, you take a moment to drink him in, committing to memory the way his eyes go half-lidded as you slide into him. He's still trying to rush you, though. Outright stealing a page from his own book you put your free hand against his sternum, gently holding him down the way he's done to you countless times. You half expect him to start fighting you in some way, but he doesn't. In fact, he leans into it, eyes going dark. Feeling bold, you move your hand up to his neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

"You need not treat me like some fragile thing," he rasps, and the way his adam's apple bobs under your grip as he speaks nearly drives you mad. The way he words it makes it sound almost like a challenge. You won't take him up on it however, not this time. But you don't need to handle him with kid gloves either. Picking up the pace somewhat, it doesn't take very long to find an angle that makes him outright moan, gripping your hips. "Is that good?" You can't help teasing him, just a little, but it takes every drop of self-control not to point out that he doesn't exactly look very dignified while getting fucked, since that seems to be a bit of a sore point. He really does look delicious like this though, eyes shining as he looks up at you through dark lashes. "Yes." The word is a drawn out wavering thing, unsteady as it falls from his mouth. 

Curious to see what other noises he might make, you do your best to keep going, your own pleasure entirely forgotten, every shred of attention on him. Even at a fairly leisurely pace, it's quite a workout though, and you don't know how much longer you'll be able to keep it up. Eventually, it feels like every muscle in your body is burning, and even though you don't want it to end yet, you're only human. "Can you come like this, you think? Or I can touch you, if you want." He looks on the verge of falling apart, unable to stay still, his grip on you nearing bruising. Overstimulated to the point of tears he doesn't speak, just fumbles for your free hand, placing it on his neglected cock. It doesn't take much to bring him off, just a few gentle tugs. 

His moans have an almost strangled sound to them as he spills all over himself, coating your hand as he strains against you, hips bucking. Your aim had been to wring every possible drop out of him, and it seems like you might not have been far off. Flushed and out of breath he looks so completely and utterly debauched, hair wild and skin in a thin sheen of sweat, covered in come, some running down and gathering in the hollow of his collarbone. As you slip from him as carefully as you can he pulls you down, and you don't fight him this time, uncaring of the mess as he clings to you. It feels like every fiber of your body is on fire but you can't help feeling a bit proud, all the same. Settling into his embrace you stroke his hair for a few minutes, content just to be close. Tightening his arms around you, he sighs deeply. "I believe I...might have needed this," he admits, unprompted. "In that case, haven't you forgotten something?" You ask, fingers tracing his jawline. "...Thank you." He's clearly humoring you again, but that hardly matters at this point. "Do you wish for my mouth, or perhaps my fingers?" You start assuring him that it's not really necessary, but he interrupts you. "What kind of lover would I be if I denied you your release after being brought to my own?"

What kind of lover indeed.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman x you #sandman smut #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fanfiction #my shitty shitty writing (affectionate)

[follow-my-literature]

A Palace Full of Cranks - Newt x Reader

— Back to Summary

Chapter One: SHORT GOODBYE'S

NEWT'S POV:

— I had felt a lot of pain in my life, both inside and out, but I believed that very moment, watching Tommy and the others leave me for the last time, was my rock bottom. A part of me desperately wanted to accept the reckless whims of love and friendship. To run off the Berg and join my friends in their quest to find Hans, get their implants removed, and accept whatever came next.

But I'd made up my mind, as fragile as it might be. If ever in my life I could do one thing right, the thing that was unselfish and full of good, this was it. I'd spare the people of Denver my disease, and I'd spare his friends the agony of watching him succumb to it.

My disease. The Flare.

I hated it. I hated the people trying to find a cure. I hated that I'm not immune, and I hated that my best friends were. All of it conflicted, battled, and raged inside me.

I know that I'm slowly going insane, a fate rarely escaped when it came to the virus. It had come to a point where I didn’t know if I could trust myself, both my thoughts and feelings.

Such an awful circumstance could drive a person mad if they weren’t already well on their way to that lonely destination. But while I knew that I still had an ounce of sense, I needed to act. I needed to move before all those heavy thoughts ended me even sooner than the Flare.

I can do this, he thought. For them.

I got to my feet and ran to the bunk I'd used on the flight from Alaska. Throwing what little possessions I owned into a backpack. Including water, food, a knife I'd stolen from Thomas to remember him, and a launcher from Jorge. Then I grabbed the most essential item—a journal and pen I'd found in one of the random cabinets on the Berg.

My breath came in short, stuttered gasps. My chest hurt with the pain of it. My thoughts turned cloudy as my breathing nearly stopped in choaked sobs. I have a plan, don't I? Several plans, depending on the contingencies. But each plan had the same ending—it was how I got there. I will last as long as I write what I need in that journal. Something about that simple, empty little book waiting to be filled.

It gave me a purpose, a spark, a winding course to ensure the last days of my life had reason and meaning. A mark left on the world. I will write all the sanity I can muster out of my head before it is taken over by its opposite. Wiping my eyes and grounding myself before the anxiety attack could take over my body.

The only item left to settle now was how to leave it with Thomas and the others. Maybe give them a little closure. I decide that my journal will survive if it weighs less by one page. I tear out a page and take a deep breath. Pen almost to paper when I stall as if I'd had the perfect thing to say, but it floated out of my mind like vanished smoke. Sighing, I itched with irritation. I am anxious to get out of the Berg and walk away—limp or no—before something changes, so I refocus my emotions. Scribbling down the first thing that pops into my head, I leave the note for the others.

"They got inside somehow. They’re taking me to live with the other Cranks.Its for the best. Thanks for being my friends.Goodbye."

I put the notebook down as tears blur my vision. Was it short and curt enough to prevent them from coming after me? To get it through their thick skulls that there was no hope for me and that I'd only get in the way? That I didn’t want them to watch me turn into a mad, raving, animalistic human? To give my friends the best shot they had at succeeding, it would be with one less obstacle.

Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter at all. I am going one way or another. I scrawl out the rest of what my mind can put together and hope that will be enough for them.

"Even as the darkness whispers across my mind, beckoning with smoky tendrils of blackness and rot, even as I breathe in the stench of a dying world, even as the blood within my veins turns purple and hot, I feel the peace of a certain knowledge. I have had friends, and they have had me. And that is the thing. That is the only thing."

Steeling myself one more moment to panic I stuff the notebook into my bag, double-checking I have all the supplies I need. With a deep breath, I open the Berg doors and look out into the chaos. A mass of disorder, shaken up like dice and spilled across the land. But that wasn’t the scary part. The scary part was how normal everything felt....

— Excerpts from Crank Palace

#thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomas brodie #tbs #the maze runner #newt the maze runner #newt tmr #the scorch trials #the death cure #crank palace #crank newt x reader #tmr cranks #crank newt #newt x reader #newt x y/n #tmr newt

[aphroditelovesu]

[🍁] - ‘’Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely. I will never let you go, because you are what color my life.’’ and [😰] - ‘’If you leave me I will kill myself.’’ for Peter Parker please.

❝🍁❞ - ‘’Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely. I will never let you go, because you are what color my life.’’

❝😰❞ - ‘’If you leave I will kill myself.’’

tw: yandere themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of kidnapping, emotional manipulation, suicide threat.

You felt uncomfortable as you felt Parker's intense gazes directed at you. You stared at him, but quickly looked away when you saw how he smiled at you. A passionate smile, his brown eyes boring into you, as if they could read your thoughts.

The stares he gave you all the time bothered you. The way he looked at you with so much love and adoration bothered you. He bothered you.

"How long do you intend to keep staring at me?" You questioned but kept your gaze down on the book you were reading.

"For the rest of my life." You frowned upon hearing that answer. But you felt even more uncomfortable because he couldn't stop looking at you. You took a deep breath, closed the book and finally looked him in the eye.

"This won't be for that long, right?" You chuckled at the look of uncertainty that formed on Peter's face.

"What are you talking about, (Y/A)? I intend to live a long time so I can take care of you and look after you for a long time."

"Hum. I don't think so. You know, heroes don't usually live long." Peter's eyes widened upon hearing his words. Did you know? Since when do you know? How much do you know?

"Y-You know?" You nodded, smirking at the look of despair on your captor's face.

"That you're Spiderman? I've known that for a long time. You know, you're not very good at hiding your identity. The love and obsessive letters I received daily and when you brought me to... this place just made me connect the dots." You caressed his slightly trembling hands.

"You can't tell anyone!" He said desperately. If anyone knew he was Spiderman not only him but you would be in danger. And he can't let you be in any kind of danger.

You huffed, getting irritated. "Oh really? Who can I tell? Huh? There's no one in this place but the two of us." A malicious idea popped into your mind, determined to play with him a little. "But imagine the scandal? A beloved superhero who kidnapped a helpless young girl..."

Parker didn't say anything, just stared at you with a hurt expression. That couldn't be true, could it? He loves you and trusts you, he knows you would never betray him.

"Please, (Y/N)... I need you to understand my side!"

You stood up abruptly, making him a little dizzy.

"Understand your side?! YOU KIDNAPPED ME! Fuck, don't you understand the meaning of that word?!" Your brows were slightly arched and your breathing was heavy.

Peter stood up too, grabbing your shoulders.

"I didn't kidnap you! I saved you!" He raised his voice, something that surprised you, as he almost never displayed anger.

"Saved me? From what exactly?!"

"From me!" He finally snapped. You groaned softly in pain as you felt his grip tighten.

"... What do you mean?" You questioned him, worried.

"Because I was crazy about you! I still feel like I am and... sometimes I feel like doing things I shouldn't, doing things I know I can't. I was getting more and more crazy and anxious for you every day and I knew that as long as I didn't have you to myself I wouldn't be able to contain myself." Peter murmured, leaning your forehead against his. "Can't you see? I love you more than I can put into words! Everything without you is so dull, lifeless and lonely. I will never let you go, because you are what color my life." He took a deep breath, waiting for your reaction.

You weren't surprised to hear his confession, in fact, it would surprise you if you were moved. This wasn't the first time he'd said sweet words to you and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

You didn't have the reaction he expected, Peter thought you would understand his feelings for you and that you would let yourself be loved by him, but that's not what happened. Instead, you walked away from him.

"(Y/N)...?" His voice sounded hurt, but you decided to ignore it. He wasn't going to manipulate you.

"I don't want to stay here," you said bluntly. After a moment of silence, you continued, "and you're not going to be the one to stop me from leaving."

To your astonishment, Peter ran to you and grabbed you tightly, trapping you in his arms. You grunted, muttering under your breath to yourself.

"You will not leave me!" He growled angrily in your ear. "If you leave I will kill myself."

"Ugh..." You kept trying to free yourself from his grip, but you couldn't. Peter was incredibly strong.

"Did you hear me?!" He squeezed you tighter and it really started to hurt. "I'm going to kill myself, (Y/N)! And it's all your fault!"

And there you were again, with the same old emotional manipulation of him. At first it affected you, but now it was so common that you didn't even care anymore. Part of you wished he'd actually lived up to his words and killed himself. But the other party knows that you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself. Peter Parker never treated you badly or hurt you, he was always respectful and took care of you.

"I love you." He said, pulling back a little and holding her face tenderly. "And I don't want to lose you. So please don't leave me because I wouldn't be able to live without you." He gave you a peck.

You remained motionless.

"Come on, I bought us pizza! Your favorite flavor, I know you'll love it." He pulled your hand away but stopped suddenly turning to you "But hey, you just can't love pizza more than I do, can you?"

Your heart a slow beat, panic setting in. This was a vicious cycle, one you knew would never end.

#yandere marvel #yandere peter parker #yandere spiderman #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere spiderman x reader #emoji #emoji prompt

[absolute-chaotician]

Overcoming Abandonment Issues.

People who have experienced abandonment feel lost, undesired, discarded, insignificant, and helpless.

Abandonment is a traumatic shock to your emotional system because you are suddenly cut off from a significant relationship.

Life post-abandonment involves searching to fill this emotional void.

Relationships turn into a minefield of rejection triggers.

Your fear of abandonment runs the show and drives your partner away.

You are sensitive, clingy, rigid, manipulative, anxious, and obsessive.

The more you overreact and need, the more you despise yourself.

You feel ashamed of your desperation.

To cope with your chronic insecurities, you increasingly become fused to your partner.

Emotional fusion means you depend on people to regulate your self-image and emotions: “I need you to feel good about me so I can feel good about myself. I can’t handle you getting upset with me because that means I am bad and you will desert me.”

Because you rely on your partner for stability, you live defensively reacting to whatever your partner does.

Basically, life feels out of your control, and you look to your partner to calm the storm.

You depend on someone else’s reassurance to be your source of peace.

5 areas of responsibility to take charge of to break codependency and develop a solid self:

Clarify Emotional Responsibility. When your abandonment paranoia gets out of control, do you expect your partner to calm your anxiety? If you struggle with abandonment issues, you probably have an intense desire to feel taken care of. This feeling is completely legitimate; however, it will distort your paradigm of personal responsibility. The deep emotional chasm you feel inside compels you to look to a relationship to be the answer to your problems. For example, you manage your fear of abandonment by placing the responsibility on someone else to behave a certain way to make you feel secure. You panic if that person doesn’t perform perfectly. Your partner becomes your anxiety reliever, and his reassurance is the basis of your security. Consequently, when your partner is having a bad week, you are an emotional wreck. To stop this emotional reactivity, you need to assume complete ownership of your feelings. People will trigger your insecurities, but it’s not their job to make you feel better about yourself. It’s your responsibility to cultivate a healthy mind that believes the best of yourself. To insist that your partner be emotionally responsible for you is asking that person to take on something that is not within their power to do. Accept 100% accountability for your reactions instead of blaming someone else for your anxiety. * *

Correct Idealistic Expectations. Do you approach relationships with a consumer mentality? Do you assume it’s your partner’s job to fulfill all your needs? Subconsciously, people with an abandonment history are continuously looking to compensate for what they lost in childhood. When people are hurt, they feel like they are owed something. Enter unrealistic expectations. The burden to repay the past emotional debt is often placed on the significant other. That person is put on a pedestal and clutched tightly. The relationship becomes addictive because that person possesses something you “need.” Fear of abandonment and love addiction go hand in hand. Love addicts search for that constant “fix.” They use people to make them feel whole. They rely on their partner to be their source of well-being. Unfortunately, the relationship “high” only medicates pain temporarily. For one, this expectation puts an immense amount of pressure on one person. Secondly, you will encounter disappointment because no human being can satisfy every longing in your heart. To break this toxic dependency, you must change the way you primarily get your needs met. What would it look like if you took full responsibility for your happiness? You need to invest in yourself and purposely create the life you desire. For some, this looks like seeking spirituality, working with a therapist, joining a small group, traveling, exercising, creating new life goals, learning a new skill, diversifying relationships, or starting a new career. * *

Learn to Self-Validate. Most people who struggle with fear of abandonment are highly reliant on external validation to make them feel confident. They operate from the belief, “I need constant reinforcement to verify that people love me so I can feel good about myself.” Abandonment wrecks your self-esteem so naturally that there is a huge appeal to look to other people to be your primary source of validation. A deep yearning resides inside your soul to be told, “You’re okay.” There is nothing wrong with accepting affirmation. The problem lies when you cannot function without it and continually need people to resuscitate you emotionally. Do you crumble when your partner disagrees or disapproves of you? Do you spin out of control when you get criticized? The fact is, sometimes we don’t receive the positive feedback we desire. What would it be like if your mood was not controlled by people’s words and behaviors? Don’t give people the power to determine your self-worth. Learn to anchor yourself instead of relying on others to prop you up. Approval-seeking is a fruitless endeavor; it will never satisfy. Besides, no amount of praise will convince you of your significance if you don’t believe it yourself. When you self-validate, it will force you to get clear on who you really are instead of defining yourself based on how people treat you. * *

Be Authentic. Have you discarded your true self? Do you misrepresent yourself or hold back in relationships? Abandonment can disrupt the development of a person’s individuality because they believe the lie that says they are not good enough. As a result, they adopt counterfeit identities, and their sense of self becomes fluid. They often adjust themselves to fit the desires of people around them. Individuals who struggle with fear of abandonment are afraid to be authentic in relationships because they think their differences will threaten the stability of the connection. They are willing to lose themselves in exchange for approval and attention. Instead of genuineness, they aim for a watered-down, palatable version of themselves to achieve “sameness.” They appease their partner to avoid causing waves. They believe one wrong word or mistake could cause the relationship to end. People pleasing will result in a lifetime of walking on eggshells and putting up with bad behavior. Don’t compromise your originality. Abandoning yourself is a toxic preservation strategy. Resilient relationships are created when two differentiated people come together. Hold onto your sense of self in close relationships. Be brave enough to clearly define your identity. Commit to valuing yourself enough so you don’t sell out any longer. * *

Practice Self-Confrontation. Have you sacrificed your integrity to “save” a relationship? Most of the time, the worst in us comes out during conflict. Hurting people hurt others. Individuals who fear abandonment are masters at control. If they can manipulate people, then they can reduce their anxiety of abandonment. Do you lie and tamper with the facts when your partner finds you at fault? Do you play the victim role to gain sympathy? When your partner confronts you, do you pretend to be confused? Do you shame your partner into spending time with you? Do you attack your partner’s weaknesses to get your way? Most people would rather turn a blind eye and tolerate their depravity than acknowledge its existence. It’s much easier to blame your partner. “If only he noticed me.” “If she would just listen to me.” The first person you need to confront is you. Individuals with a strong self admit when they are wrong. To heal from abandonment, you need to become a person who daily self-confronts and takes responsibility for how your actions hurt people. Self-confrontation is a time of reflection where you examine if your attitudes and behaviors are out of alignment with your core values. You correct personal flaws and take ownership for bad behavior even if there are costs. You change not to get a “certain response” from your partner but to maintain your self-integrity. The best in you stands up when you confront the worst in yourself. In return, you will gain much self-respect. Resolve to stop dodging responsibility because of your past. Stop blaming, justifying, or making excuses for bad behavior to save face. Just own it. Take inventory of how unfairly you treat your partner. Boldly admit your culpability in the toxic relationship dynamic. Don’t accept more responsibility than is due, but own your part. Humbly confess your offenses to your partner. No doubt this move will disrupt the status quo, however, sometimes upheaval is necessary to create traction in areas of relationship gridlock.

Tolerate discomfort for the sake of growth.

Building a strong self will stir up your anxiety. But each time you abstain from reassurance seeking and controlling behaviors, you strengthen your emotional muscles.

Use your relationship insecurity as an opportunity to learn how to transfer your pain into personal growth. This abandonment wound is an invitation for you to reorganize yourself into a resilient person. When you test your capacity, you will discover your strength.

#mental health #abandonment #ptsd #breakup advice

[fridaythe13ththeseries]

Reflecting - Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

“Put her down, carefully.” Raphael ordered them, the gun in his hand still dangerously close to Micki’s head.

Jack and Ryan complied, placing the mirror with Catherine inside down on the carpeted floor of the hallway.

“Good, now step away from her, move back.” he said, attempting to walk and push Micki with him at the same time. “Don’t fight me or you’ll wind up making a mess with your brains all over my walls.”

“Don’t hurt her!” Ryan shouted, wanting desperately to jump the madman.

Casares again moved closer to the mirror, dragging Micki with him. She wanted to struggle, but worried about the gun in his hand and the tenuous grip he had on reality.

A shout from behind made Casares press his back against the hallway wall, in order to keep Ryan and Jack in his sight, as well as see who had just come up the stairway to join them.

It was Johnny, his face cut in several places and bleeding, who turned the corner, brandishing a gun and shouting for Casares to drop his and let Micki go.

“You again!” Casares shouted. “Leave me alone! All of you, just leave me and my Catherine alone!”

Johnny wanted to put a bullet in the man’s head, but he was holding Micki too close to him to allow a clear shot. Glancing towards Jack and Ryan, he saw the fear in their eyes matched Micki’s. Casares was unpredictable now, his mind unraveling before them.

“Raphael,” Jack said, stepping forward slightly. “I already agreed to stay with you, to help you. You don’t need the rest of them. Why don’t you let them go and you and I can work on the puzzle of the mirror together.”

Raphael laughed, but there was nothing comical in the sound. Desperation and madness were taking hold of him. “You? You have wasted my time with your books and your spells. You are useless! I know what to do. I know what to do with all of you!”

Micki’s heart was pounding in her chest. Their lives were at the mercy of an obsessed maniac with a gun. She looked past Jack at the mirror standing so out of place in the hallway. Catherine stood inside it, watching the scene before her, unable to help, unable to look away.

“I am going to keep you all, lock you up.” Casares went on ranting. “The four of you give me four more months to keep my beloved alive and well. Trapped yes, always trapped. But she will still be mine. My Catherine. My prize.”

The mirror was standing facing toward the end of the hallway that led to the staircase, and Casares had slowly been moving closer to it, his back pressed against the wall, Micki tight in his grip. Ryan and Jack had been forced to move the other way, lest they upset the madman. Soon, they were standing with Johnny, looking towards Casares and Micki, and Catherine in the mirror.

“I’ll have to lock you up, somewhere here, somewhere safe.” he continued, his voice rising as his mind raced. “I’ll kill you, one by one, and then find some others. That is the key, see? I can’t get her out, but I can keep her, all to myself.”

Jack shook his head. “Raphael, she doesn’t belong to you. She doesn’t belong to anyone. Catherine is a person, and she has the right to be free. You are keeping her trapped, like some sort of possession. That isn’t love, that’s cruelty.”

“NO!” Casares shouted, waving the gun away from Micki to the three men now. “She’s mine, she loves me, I saved her! She would have been dead if I had left her there. Dead and gone. I saved her so she is mine!”

A noise from behind him, at the far end of the hallway near the servant staircase, caused Raphael to stop speaking. He didn’t turn, instead him and Micki watched as the faces of Ryan, Johnny and Jack changed. Their eyes wide, the mouths open, they looked past Raphael and Micki, past Catherine in the mirror, towards something even further down the hallway.

“What the …” was all Johnny could mutter.

“Don’t play me for the fool.” Casares said, hoping they were attempting to trick him more than believing they were. Something about their look in their eyes made him believe what they were seeing behind him was real.

Still held in his grasp, Micki turned her head and looked down the hallway. The gasp from her was finally enough to cause Raphael to turn and look, as well.

Walking slowly towards the group was what appeared to be a man, but like no man they had ever seen before. His features were partially hidden by the hood of the cloak he wore, but what they could see was unreal, fantastical.

The creature walked and dressed like a man, but he had feral, feline features, like that of a lion. Or rather, of a man-lion. It was impossible to compare him to anything, as there was nothing to compare him to. He stopped short of the group, sensing the danger inherent in the small crowded space. The mirror faced away from him, so he only saw it’s back.

Catherine watched the faces of the group before her, more confused than ever. She looked at Jack, her eyes pleading with him to help her understand what was going on.

Jack looked away from the strange new visitor and turned his eyes toward Catherine. He smiled. “Vincent.” he said.

Catherine read the word from Jack’s lips and her eyes lit up. She wanted to turn, to see him. But she couldn’t. She was trapped, at the mercy of where the mirror was placed.

Casares attention locked on Vincent, his grasp on Micki slipped. She was finally able to pull away from him without his trying to hold her back. She ran to Ryan, who pulled her to him, his arm around her shoulder. Johnny noticed their closeness.

“You. How could you have found us?” Casares asked, looking at Vincent. “I moved away, and you thought she was dead and buried. How?”

The look on Vincent’s face was curious. He seemed to understand what the man said, but was still confused by the meaning. If it was possible Catherine was here, alive, then where was she? And how did this man know who he was? Vincent stepped forward.

“No!” Casares shouted, holding the gun up again, aiming it at Vincent. “Stop! She is mine, not your’s! Mine! You can’t have her, I have done so much to keep her, she belongs to me!”

“Casares!” Johnny shouted from behind him. “Drop the gun, or I will shoot you myself.”

Raphael turned towards Johnny and the rest, then back at Vincent. He felt trapped. All he wanted was Catherine, to be with Catherine. He moved away from the wall and stepped in front of the mirror, looking at the woman he had waited for so very long.

“You are mine, don’t you see. I saved you. I saved you for me! So we could be together, forever!” he pleaded with her.

Catherine mouthed the word ‘No’ and looked away from him.

“NO! Don’t turn away from me! You’re mine, my Catherine!” he shouted. He pulled the gun up again, aiming it squarely at the center of the mirror, at Catherine. “You’re my prize. If I can’t have you, no one can!”

Micki screamed at the same time Vincent roared and rushed forward.

But they were both too late. Casares had pulled the trigger and fired the gun. Again, the silencer muffled the shot, but the bullet hit the mirrored glass dead on and ricocheted off and away, the cursed glass unbreakable.

A low moan came from someone in the hallway, and everyone froze in their tracks, wondering who had been the victim. Vincent stopped, standing just behind the mirror now.

The gun slowly fell from Raphael’s hand and hit the carpet with a thud. He followed it down, collapsing on his knees before the mirror, his hand going to his chest. “You were my prize.” he said softly, pulling his hand from his chest and placing it against the glass. His body slumped and his hand slid off the mirror as he went down, leaving a bloody streak behind. Casares crumpled to the floor, dead, his obsession finally at an end.

#friday the 13th: the series #80s tv #micki foster #ryan dallion #jack marshak #johnny ventura #catherine chandler #vincent #beauty and the beast #fanfic #reflecting