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izzyreadingblog · 10 days

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I didn't knew love (till I found you) (1)

Alexia Putellas x Reader

tags: Angst / Internalized Homophobia/ Strangers to Friends to Lovers

“What do you mean, you want me to buy the Soulmater? Do you know how much it costs?" Robert’s voice was tinged with disbelief.

Yes, of course you knew. The device cost was astronomical, but that paled in comparison to the turmoil churning inside yourself. You needed to be completely sure of your decision to marry your long time boyfriend Mark. It wasn’t just cold feet; it was a gnawing uncertainty that clawed at your heart and hasn't stopped worrying you for some time now.

“You can take the money from my share of the inheritance. I don't care about that Robert, but please help me with this, I’ve never asked you for anything before,” you implored, your eyes brimming with a mix of desperation and hope. You approached your brother and grasped his hands, forcing him to look into your eyes. “I need to know. I need to be sure about this, please Rob help me.”

Robert’s gaze softened at your words, but his words remained firm. “If you really need to know then that means Mark isn’t your soulmate. If he were, you wouldn’t be so consumed with doubt and worries.”

“I don’t know, it’s just that something has been feeling off for a time now…” you shook your head, a gesture of frustration and confusion, unable to articulate the storm of emotions inside you.

“Why don’t you go buy it yourself then? You’re old enough to make your own decisions; you don’t need to drag me into this, I don’t want to get involved.” He pulled away from your grasp and stood up, ready to leave the room and the weight of your request behind.

“I don’t want Mark to find out and you are the only person I trust to do this. Robert, please, do this for me. I promise never to ask you for anything else.” you mustered your most convincing expression, the one you knew your brother couldn’t resist. And just like that, you saw the familiar resignation in his eyes. Despite his protests, he would be always there for you no matter what.

“Okay I would do it, but this is the last crazy thing I do for you.” The both of you knew it was a lie, but it didn’t matter. You lunged forward, enveloping him in a hug, your smile radiating pure joy. “I’ll stop by after work and bring it to you tonight.”

“Thank you, thank you! I love you so much; you are the best brother in the world,” you exclaimed, your gratitude genuine and boundless.

Once Robert had left, a wave of anxiety washed over you. What if Mark wasn’t your soulmate? What if your true match was already married to someone else? Or what if he was single? Would you have the courage to introduce yourself as his soulmate, hoping for a fairy-tale ending?. Taking a deep breath, you tried to lower down the rising panic. There were too many questions and too many uncertainties, so you decided to scour the internet for stories of others who had used the Soulmater, seeking guidance for the myriad of potential outcomes that would come once you know the name of your soulmate.

The Soulmater, according to its creators, was an infallible computer algorithm that boasted a 100% success rate every time. The device itself was really simple: a screen where one entered their name and date of birth, and within moments, the name and birthdate of their soulmate appeared. It has a hefty price tag of $100,000 so it’s meant only for a few who had the means to try it, but those who did were unanimous in their praise. Upon meeting their soulmate, they were instantly certain the device had not failed. You found nothing but happy endings in the reviews, save for one heart-wrenching account of a man whose soulmate had passed away before they could meet. A chill ran down your spine, and instantly you regretted delving into these stories. Now, your doubts hadn’t been calmed, they had multiplied.

Your phone buzzed with a message from Mark: ‘Where are you? We’ve been waiting for you for half an hour!!!’

You had completely forgotten about the meeting you had planned with your boyfriend and your future mother-in-law to set the wedding date. ‘I had to take care of something important at home. I’ll be there in 10 minutes,’ you replied, your heart not in it.

When you arrived at the coffee shop, the sight of Mark sitting alone stirred a sense of nervousness. A tight knot formed in your stomach, the kind that no amount of rational thought could untangle.

“Hey baby, where's your mother?” you asked, planting a kiss on his cheek, trying to mask your concern with a casual greeting. The kiss was a mere formality, a gesture devoid of the affection it once carried.

“She left a while ago! you know my mom is too important a person for you to be wasting her time,” Mark replied, his tone laced with irritation. His words stung you, a verbal slap that echoed the growing distance that exists between the both of you.

But you didn't let those words stop you and unfazed, you countered, “Well, we can decide on the wedding date ourselves.” you signaled the waiter to bring her the same drink Mark had, seeking some semblance of normalcy. Cause normalcy was a facade, a thin veneer over the chaos of your inner thoughts and worries.

“There is no need for that, we've already decided,” Mark declared, his voice cutting through the hum of the coffee shop.

Confusion clouded your face. “What do you mean is already decided?” you asked, your voice a mix of surprise and apprehension.

“The date will be June 25, there’s nothing else to decide about that” he stated matter-of-factly, as if he were discussing the weather, not your future.

“But that's in less than a month!” Panic rose in your voice, a crescendo of fear and disbelief. It was too soon; you wouldn't have time to prepare everything. The words 'too soon' echoed in your mind, a cruel reminder of the rushed decisions that had led you here with little chance to change anything.

“Please, the only thing we need to do is show up on the wedding day. Leave the rest to my mother, she knows what she does and she is excellent at making events” he dismissed your concerns with a wave of his hand. His indifference was a chasm that widened with every word he spoke.

You clenched your fists under the table, struggling to contain your frustration. “It's my wedding too, and I want a say in how it's going to be. I think I have the right to decide what I want for my wedding too.” Your voice was firm.

“Don't get upset. I'll ask my mom to involve you as much as possible. You can choose the venue, the catering, everything you want, my love. But the wedding will be on June 25. That's final.” His words were a gavel, pounding the final nail into the coffin of your hopes.

The coffee shop was a quaint little place, nestled in the heart of the city, its walls adorned with vintage posters and shelves lined with an assortment of colorful mugs. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the scent of baked goods, creating a cozy atmosphere that usually brought comfort to her. Today, however, the familiar setting did nothing to ease the turmoil within. As you sat across from Mark, your mind replayed the events leading up to this moment. You remembered the countless times you had walked through these doors, hand in hand with Mark, laughing and planning your future together. But now, as you gazed out of the window, watching the world go by, you felt a disconnection from those memories. They seemed like scenes from someone else’s life, not yours. Mark was talking, but his words were a distant hum in your ears, you watched his lips move, observed the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and yet, you felt an inexplicable void.

You thought about the Soulmater, that small, unassuming device that promised to unveil the mysteries of the heart. It was absurd, really, to place so much faith in a piece of technology. And yet, the possibility of discovering a connection so profound, so intrinsic, that it could be deemed a ‘soulmate,’ was too tantalizing to ignore. Your thoughts were interrupted by the waiter, who arrived with your drink, a caramel macchiato, the foam artfully swirled on top. You thanked him with a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. As you took a sip, the sweetness of the caramel was a stark contrast to the bitterness that lingered on your tongue from the conversation. Mark’s impatience was palpable. He checked his watch, tapped his foot, and sighed heavily, all signs that he was ready to move on from the coffee shop and from the topic at hand. You knew you should be present, should engage in the discussion about your impending nuptials, but your heart was elsewhere, lost in a sea of what-ifs and maybes.

The coffee shop began to fill up, the lunchtime crowd bringing with it a buzz of activity. Couples sat at nearby tables, some in deep conversation, others comfortable in their silence. You envied them, envied their certainty and the ease with which they seemed to fit into each other’s lives. As the afternoon wore on, the sunlight shifted, casting long shadows across the floor. The change in light marked the passage of time, a reminder that life was moving forward, with or without your consent. You glanced at Mark again, trying to picture your future together, but the image was hazy, obscured by doubt.

When the time came to leave, you followed Mark out of the coffee shop, the bell above the door jingling in their wake. The city streets were bustling, people rushing about their day, oblivious to the internal struggle that weighed heavily on your shoulders. Going back home was a blur, your mind preoccupied with the Soulmater and how a name can change her life upside down. As you approached your apartment, the sight of Robert’s car was a beacon of hope. You quickened your pace, eager to close the distance between you and the answers that lay within the small, silver package he had procured for you.

“Did you get it?” you asked Robert, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Yes, take it easy,” he reassured you, holding up the bag. “Let's go to your room.” His calmness was an anchor in the storm of your emotions.

Inside, Robert handed you the silver package. The Soulmater was smaller than you expected, fitting snugly in your palm. It was unassuming, yet it held the power to alter the course of your life. You hesitated before pressing the power button, your finger hovering over the decision that would unveil your heart's true desire.

The familiarity of your own space was a stark contrast to the chaos of your emotions. The walls held memories of laughter and tears, of dreams and plans made. It was here, in the sanctity of your room, that you would take the leap into the unknown.

“What's wrong? Do you want me to leave you alone?” Robert asked, sensing your hesitation.

“No, it's just... I'm scared,” you admitted, meeting his understanding gaze. The fear was a tangible thing, a shadow that loomed over you.

“Whatever the result, it'll be okay. Remember, you can return it unused,” he reminded her. His words were a lifeline, a reminder that no matter the outcome, you had the power to choose your path. Robert’s presence was a steadying force, together, you both sat on the edge of your bed. With each passing second, the anticipation built, a crescendo of hope and fear that threatened to overwhelm you.

And then, after putting her data on the device you pressed the button, and the world as you knew it shifted.

At that moment, you didn't need a Soulmater to tell you that Mark was not the one for you. The realization hit you like a wave, cold and unyielding. You had become complacent, accepting whatever life threw at you without protest. Your father's passing had been a wake-up call, prompting you to reassess your life and the choices you were making. It was this introspection that led you to go and try the Soulmater, and now, you are certainly using it was the right decision.

The screen scrolled, and after an agonizing wait that seemed like years but only was a couple minutes long, a name and date appeared: Alexia Putellas - 02/04/1994.

“Alexia Putellas? My soulmate is a woman?” you whispered, a mix of shock and curiosity in your voice. The revelation was a puzzle piece that didn't fit the picture you had of your life, yet it was undeniably yours.

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pennyellee · 18 days

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

chapter warnings (preview only): minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, incision wound, blood, suicide attempt, strong language, mentions of God, ...

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 583

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

author's note: well, yall, life is getting in my way, it's certainly keeping me from finishing this chapter, but it shouldn't be that long before I actually do. I wanted to drop a little preview before the sacred day I was born, which is tomorrow, 1-2-3 birthday depression. Enjoy the preview and stay tuned for the chapter. I'll be also answering some asks tomorrow, yes, i see them, and i love you all so so so so much, I just have very little of free time lately. See ya soon! lots of love, p. 𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ ♡🫧

m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VIII

Time seemed to slow as Yoongi lunged forward, reaching out to stop her, but it was too late. The blade sliced through her skin, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as pain seared through her, her vision swimming with darkness. She felt Yoongi’s hands on her, his panicked voice calling out to her, but it was distant as if coming from a faraway place.

“Seokjin?!!” he shouted, his voice raw with desperation.

He cradled her in his arms, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, trying desperately to stem the flow of blood.

The sound of loud footsteps echoed in the corridor as others rushed forward to reach the doctor, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief. But amidst the chaos, Y/N’s empty gaze remained fixed on Yoongi, her eyes still burning with flames.

“Stay with me, baby. Don’t leave me please.” Yoongi whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He pressed his lips to her forehead, willing her to hold on, to fight for her life.

But as he looked down at her pale, lifeless face, he knew that the road ahead would be long and fraught with challenges. For now, all he could do was pray that she would survive, that she would find the strength to forgive him and that they would someday find their way back to each other.

“Please don’t take her away from me, my Lord.”

Yoongi prayed that it was not too late to save her from the darkness that threatened to consume them both.

One thing remained clear in Yoongi’s mind: he would do whatever it took to save her, to make amends for the pain he had caused, and to prove to her that his love was worth fighting for.

Yoongi’s voice cut through the turmoil, his words a desperate plea for forgiveness. He begged for her to forgive him, to give him another chance to make things right. No more secrets, no more lies. No more pain. He was willing to rebuild their relationship from the ground up, on a foundation of honesty and trust.

The metallic scent of blood mingled with the tang of fear, thickening the air with a palpable sense of impending doom. He ripped one of his sleeves a while ago, pressing the roughly crimpled fabric to the wound, praying that Seokjin was near. Or did anyone hear him scream frantically enough to relay the message?

“You can’t leave me, baby, please. I promise we’ll work everything through.”

He kissed and caressed her hair with his free hand which was covered with her blood. Tears blurred his vision as his hand trembled at the sight. A blood he never wished to shed.

“Please, Y/N, you have to forgive me.” The weight of his actions pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with the weight of his mistakes.

“Fucking goddammit Yoongi!”

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Y/N set the plates on the table, pouring the hot water into a kettle of green tea as he joined her at the table. They exchanged smiles, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the kitchen and the windows providing a magnificent view of the sea.

“I’ve been thinking,-” she said with a smile on her face while she set the seaweed salad down in front of him. He hummed in response, reading today’s paper.

“About opening my practice.” He nodded, sipping his tea thoughtfully.

“Thought you wanted to wait until the babe arrives?”

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

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gtgbabie0 · 9 months

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Hello! Hope you're having a good day.

How about Leon with a fem s/o who never asks for anything because she comes from a not so fortunate family, so she's used to being on a tight budget. She feels guilty and selfish if she catches herself wanting something and Leon notices and it breaks his heart, so he takes matters into his own hands.

Feel free to ignore this if you don't like it. Thanks either way!

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Hope this is okay, Enjoy my angels!! 💕💕

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You’ve never liked asking for anything and it was even tiny things, if anyone were to offer you anything you'd always reply with a thankful no. It continued on through your life, only getting worse and now whenever you get paid you hardly ever treat yourself to anything nice, and if you do, well, the guilt that wedges itself into your chest is far too much to handle.

Leon noticed it early on in your relationship, whenever you’d stare at anything in the shops with a soft smile, only to frown and walk away as if you were cursing yourself for wanting anything.

He hated to see you go through so much mental turmoil, fighting over yourself for wanting anything that wasn't deemed 'Important' or on the shopping list. Leon wasn't even allowed to buy you things, despite having the money to do so, you would just tell him that expensive gifts are saved for birthdays and other special occasions.

He wasn't a big fan of that rule, often telling you that it was silly and that he should be able to spoil you because you're his girl and in return, you just wave him off with a soft chuckle.

You've always been like this, and habits are hard to break especially when they're tied in so deeply with your emotions, but there are only so many times Leon can stand to see the disappointment in your eyes as you walk away from something that is so clearly calling your name.

"Come on Leon, we've still gotta get something for Jill- she deserves it for getting the job," you tell him, hooking your arm with his big one as you lead him away from the pretty necklace that was on sale.

He watches with a soft frown as you glance at the window once more before pulling out the shopping list he wrote this morning, "Angel, you should just bu-" he doesn't finish his sentence before you're already brushing him off.

"No it's fine- we've already got a list as long as my arm." you giggle, taking his hand in your own as you both walk into one of the many stores, "I don't really need it," you tell him with a soft almost dismissive smile.

There's an odd feeling that builds up within him, one that sits stubbornly in his chest as you go about buying things from the small list you have, and it only worsens when you both pass the jewellery shop again. It hurts to know you won't let yourself have things that you so desperately want, how you treat everything as if it were a guilty pleasure.

Leon helps you pack the car, his hand settling against your hip as he passes you the last bag, "Hey sweetheart, you go back to the car I'll be one minute" he says pressing a kiss to your forehead before jogging off, not letting you have the time to ask where it is exactly he's going.

By the time he comes back, you're already sitting in the car waiting as you text Jill about her new job, which seems to be going great.

"What'dya get?" you ask, looking over at him as he starts the car, glancing over at you with a smile, one of those Kennedy smiles that mean nothing but bad news.

He takes your hand within his pulling your hand up to his lips as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles, "You'll see" he smiles letting go of your hand as he pulls out of the car park.

You're immediately full of dread at his words, "Leon" You groan dragging out his name and he does nothing but chuckle at you.

"Don't worry baby" he says with a playful glint in his eyes.

You spend the rest of the afternoon racking your mind about this silly 'surprise' Leon had been hiding from you. The pair of you have already finished unpacking everything and now you were sitting on the sofa as the afternoon sun begins to set, the tv playing some random movie as Leon comes in with both hands behind his back and that look in his eyes.

"Oh god," you mumble under your breath as you sit up, crisscrossed on the couch as he takes a seat next to you.

"Alright sweet girl, close your eyes for me" he smiles as you listen to him, closing them with slight apprehension, he places the small box in your hands as he watches you look down at the box, tears in your eyes as it hits you.

Leon rests his hand on your knee as you open it with a soft gasp, the beautiful necklace you had seen in the shop window now in your palms.

"Leon, I- this is too much" you whisper, an abundance of guilt building up in your chest as it sinks in. "I don't deserve it" You don't try to hide the quiver in your voice as you wipe the tears away.

"What? Don't deserve it?" he inches closer to you as he wipes your tears away, letting your head fall to his shoulder whilst his hand soothes against your back letting you cry into his shirt, he calms your cries down with sweet endearments.

"Y/n?" he whispers your name so sweetly that it almost stops the pain in your chest, "Talk to me, sweetness?"

"You'll think it's silly" he tucks your hair behind your ear, shaking his head.

"I won't, I promise." he holds your hand as you let out a deep breath.

He waits ever so patiently as his thumb rubs along your knuckles, the gentleness in his eyes makes you spill all your feelings, and he listens so intently. "I haven't done anything to deserve it, I haven't got a promotion or anything like that, so why?" Leon thinks his heart might just break as the words leave you.

"Because you wanted it, and that should be enough baby," he says with a kiss to the top of your head. "Let me spoil my girl" he smiles at the teary giggle that falls from your lips.

"I know you're right, it's just hard," you tell him sitting up as he takes the necklace from its place in the small, grey box. Leon lets out a sympathetic hum as he hands you the pretty piece of jewellery.

He watches as you study it and there's a look in your eyes, beyond the tears that warms his chest, "I know baby, but we'll get there, yeah?" you nod with a small sniffle. Leon nods at you as you put it on, clasping it before pulling at the chain to make it settle around your neck more comfortably.

You smile at him with a sudden bashful feeling that barges through your chest, he takes your hand as he pulls you to sit on his lap. "You're so beautiful" he smiles, littering kisses along your jaw and trailing down to your neck as he nuzzles his nose against you.

You giggle at him as your thread your fingers through his soft hair. Looking down at the necklace as his supplies lips leave gentle kisses along your collarbones before leaning back to admire it, the way the light reflects off of the pendant, "I think it was made for you angel" he says laughing as you roll your eyes.

Leon makes you forget about the guilt, his bright smile and eyes full of admiration seem to snuff the feeling out and for now, it's enough. And with time you won't feel so selfish at the mere thought of wanting, and that's a promise Leon makes to himself.

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armysantiny · 6 days

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12:44 – 재민 (Jaemin)

Min's notes: fun fact I literally started the word doc at 12:44 on Thursday :D this whole fic is self-indulgent honestly, I needed this on the day, bc this was exactly how much lunch break went haha. Just without Jaemin.

There’s an ache in y/n’s chest as she slumps into the booth. The office is awash with conversation, her colleagues all walking past on their way to the cafeteria. She’d join them, on a normal day, and bask in the reprieve it grants her away from her desk. But today, she just can’t seem to bring herself to get up, to go and join the general office population. Not when her chest is tight and coiled with self-loathing, a thick sludge that coats every part of her brain and body.

She just can’t do it today.

Lunch itself doesn’t seem all to appealing anymore, and she sets her lunchbox aside, silently grieving the lack of appetite while she downs an iced coffee, the second caffeinated beverage she’s had today. Maybe that’s what’s toying with her, y/n’s mind supplies, subtle palpitations aching to prove her threadbare theory right.

But the HR admin’s had more coffee without any adverse effects, and the true culprit of her turmoil taunts her again. It’s almost pathetic, how easily her train of thought slips into cruel lies, reminding y/n by the second of her imagined incompetence.

Always bothering them, always wasting everyone’s time. Utterly useless human being.

Her phone’s ringing. Her personal phone. The call’s answered before y/n can think about letting it ring out, a whisper of desperate hope that wants whoever it is on the other line to either save her from her thoughts or put her out of her damned misery. One way or another. She isn’t picky.

“Hello, my love,” Jaemin hums, his voice bright and cheerful and undeserving of y/n’s inner misery, “I’m picking up some things for dinner tonight, how’s work going?”

“I..” and the words clog in her throat, suffocating her with the threat of burning tears until she can force them out. “I think I’ll head home early today; I need a break.”

And on the other end, in the middle of the supermarket, Jaemin’s face knits into a frown, concern making a home in his chest. Y/n didn’t sound like she was upset that morning, but now? Now it sounds like the love of his life is fracturing around the edges, desperate for salvation of any kind. He needs to get a move on, hurry home and make sure everything’s in place to give his girlfriend the tenderness she needs.

He can start with a simple offer, however.

“Do you want me to come pick you up when I’m finished with the shopping?” Jaemin offers, standing in line for the cashier. He waits for an answer, counting the seconds as they drag on, each long and—

“Please, Min. I miss you..” Y/n’s voice hovers through, and Jaemin’s plans are set.

“I’ll be over as soon as I’m done, my love.”

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takerfoxx · 3 months

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random thing, but I find it hillarious that Sayaka's two methos of flirting are "Spend quality time with them over a lengthy period of time" or "Die tragically in front of their eyes after knowing them for three days", and it was the latter that worked

Honestly, it was probably longer than just three days, but if I can take your silly concept seriously, there is something to be said why Sayaka/Kyousuke didn't work, but Sayaka/Kyoko did.

And that is that Sayaka and Kyousuke just really took each other for granted.

Like, Sayaka had grown up with Kyousuke. They've always been together, so she just sort of assumed that they were meant to be. After all, she was by his side through his recovery, always was there for him, so of course they were fated to get together. It never even occurred to her that she might have a rival for his affections.

As for Kyousuke, his focus was on his dream, and how he had suddenly lost it. Yes, he cared about Sayaka and yes he appreciated how she had looked after him, but to him, that was just his good friend being a good friend. His attention was elsewhere.

Meanwhile, whether it be wanting to take her out for being a dumbass rookie who dared stand where Mami stood, or trying desperately to save her life once she had snapped back to her senses, Kyoko was nothing but focused on Sayaka. She took every step of their relationship completely seriously no matter how things were between them. Whether her motivations were heroic or selfish, there was no doubt that Sayaka had Kyoko's full attention, even when Sayaka was so wrapped up in her own turmoil to notice.

But to make it kind of silly again, it was probably all kinds of hilarious when, after Sayaka had become an archangel and could see the whole picture, how it must have finally hit her that Kyoko had feelings for her. Like...

Sayaka: Damn, Madoka. You wanted a secret admirer for so long, and it turns out that you had the single most extra admirer in history! Girl was down bad!

Madoka: Well, so did you! I mean, Kyoko did lay down her life for you in the last timeline. That's pretty...extra, isn't it?

Sayaka: I guess you're right. Huh. That scruffy mutt turned out to be pretty all right after all.

Madoka: ...

Sayaka: Wait, what are you implying?!

...

Sayaka: No way. No way does Kyoko have a crush on me. No way.

Madoka: W-Well, I can see all of the timelines that Homura went through, and it does seem like it.

Sayaka: But why her? I spent so much effort on winning Kyousuke's heart, only to pull...her?

Madoka: What's wrong with Kyoko? I mean, she's strong, she's smart, she's really funny, and she's really pretty as well.

Sayaka: But she's a girl! I mean, okay, Homura's the single gayest person I have ever met, and that's fine! Um, and if you are too, that's okay! But I'm me! I like boys, not girls!

Madoka, who's known Sayaka their whole life: Er, Sayaka? Are you sure?

Sayaka: ...

Sayaka: Fuck.

Madoka: Well, it's not-

Sayaka: Why couldn't it have been Mami?!

...

Sayaka: I should go down there. Just, you know, to look after her.

Madoka: You like her.

Sayaka: It's not that! It's just...she did sort of die for me. I mean, it was another version of her, but even so. That kind of means something, right?

Nagisa: Just admit that you like her.

Sayaka: Stay out of this, new girl! No one asked you!

...

Madoka: ...and that's my plan to save Homura!

Nagisa: Will there be cheese?

Madoka: I mean, probably?

Nagisa: I'm in.

Sayaka: So, just so we're clear, you want Nagi and I to follow you into this fake Mitakihara City, where we will pose as ourselves as we keep an eye on Homura to figure out what's going on?

Madoka: Right.

Sayaka: And several other people that we all know and care about have already been lured into this labyrinth.

Madoka: Yes! Like my family, and Hitomi! And Kyousuke! And Mami!

Sayaka: And Kyoko.

Madoka: Oh. Oh! Um, yes.

Sayaka: Then I'm in.

Nagisa: Ha! Get it, girl!

...

Sayaka: ...and in conclusion, that is why you should totally move in with me.

Kyoko: Cool, let's go.

Sayaka: Wait, really? You really want to?

Kyoko: A place to sleep. Food. Don't have to clear out at the crack of dawn. Hanging with my best girl? I'm in.

Sayaka: ...

Sayaka: Was it really that easy THIS WHOLE TIME?! I mean, COME ON!

#puella magi madoka magica #pmmm #sayaka miki #kyoko sakura #madoka kaname #kyousuke kamijo #nagisa momoe #kyosaya

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waataah · 4 months

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shadowheart my beloved<3

This one is gonna be short since it's a slight nsfw.

✧ shadowheart x goddess fem!reader ✧

｡･ﾟﾟ･ (slight nsfw, fem!reader, 18+ only, mdni, 3rd pov) ･ﾟﾟ･｡

content/cw: slight nsfw, nsfw, heavy-petting, light-petting, girlxgirl, kissing, breast play, praise, worship, and masterbation.

summary: Shadowheart betrays her goddess Shar and replaces her with someone much better. she worships the ground she walks on and will do anything to please her new goddess.

word count: ~about 1000

・❥・Gods Favorite Princess

“Thank you my lady for showing me the truths in this world I had been so blinded from” Shadowheart bowed and kneeled before her new goddess (the goddess of love) eager for her approval.

“Don’t bow to me. All my followers are seen as equals, I ask nothing but to treat others how you wish to be treated” [y/n] smiled kindly at her new follower.

[Y/n] had seen the struggles and turmoil this young elf had to go through to reach a faith worthy of her and her devotion.

“I want nothing in this temple aside from, bliss. This is a place of joy, gratitude, love, hope, and pleasure. Do indulge yourself without any worries”.

Shadowheart was shocked, Shar had never allowed her such freedom let alone even think for herself most of the time. She just had to admire a true goddess that stood before her.

She was strangely attracted to the person before her and [y/n] felt the same.

[Y/n] rose from her spot and went over to Shadowheart who was still knelt on the ground before her new god. The goddess placed her hand gingerly on the half-elf's face.

“You were just a blind little puppy looking for a place to call home, and luckily I saved you from a bad one” [y/n] winked.

Shadowheart felt her heart and mind start to race. [Y/n] looked over the elf's face examining her features and staring deeply into her eyes. They both stared at one another admiring their faithfulness to one another.

“I will be your most loyal servant, tell me what you want and consider it done” she spoke with desperation in her voice, she had put her faith in [y/n] a proper god.

“Well, my beauty I think I would love to have you” [y/n] gave a sly smile at the white-haired beauty and slowly released her chin.

[Y/n] backed away from her devotee and smiled, “but I will not ask for something so valuable, your purity is a great cost that I will allow you to decide for yourself who to give to”.

“All I truly need is your praise and devotion, I ask for nothing more”.

Shadowheart felt her heart rapidly beating and felt a rush of blood go up to her face. The goddess of love wanted her and she felt the same.

“Well my lady, I will give you as I said anything you want” she stood up from the ground ready to offer herself to her new goddess.

[Y/n] smirked and snapped her fingers, they were both now in a bed-room. It was covered with beautiful flowers, silvers, golds and the most lavish items. Only the best for the goddess of love to be offered.

[Y/n] sat on her silk-made bed and patted the bed beside her, “as your new goddess, I don’t wish to take your purity without getting to know you… but I do believe heavy-petting is just another sign of affection” she winked.

Shadowheart blushed at the offer and sat beside her goddess, nerves quickly began to come over her till they were interrupted by the soft lips of her new light.

The goddess placed her hand on Shadowheart's hip and the other on her cheek bringing her into a deep kiss. She trailed her hand from her hip up her torso reaching for the elf's breast. Shadowheart let out a soft moan, into the kiss causing a small vibration through their lips. [Y/n] moved her other hand over the other breast and messaged them tenderly. Shadowheart pulled away from the kiss and licked her lips at the new flavor of the woman before her.

“You are beautiful like a princess, but fierce like a brave warrior” [y/n] said gently against the elf’s hand as she kissed it.

The white-haired woman quickly retreated her hand and took her goddess hands off her breast, “Oh my lady, I can’t be the one to get all this wondrous treatment, may I?”.

[y/n] nodded in response, “Please do” permitting her to touch the sacred body of hers. Shadowheart grabbed the hands of her mistresses and placed gentle kisses up her hand and palm praising her body with her lips. [y/n] watched the other worship her body as she started to lean forward and place kisses on the goddess's exposed shoulder and neck. Shadowheart gently placed her hands on [y/n]’s thighs, she slowly lowered herself onto the bed to place small kisses on the goddess's thighs. The god's thighs trembled with excitement, she could feel her core wetten in excitement.

“My lovely princess Shadowheart, you do know how to make a goddess melt in your touch”.

“I know” she laughed softly as her hands gently pressed against the damp fabric between the god's legs.

[y/n] moaned from the slight touch and looked down at the elf between her legs. Shadowheart continued to leave sweet kisses as she moved her fingers against the fabric. The pleasant sound of the goddess echoed throughout the room, making Shadowheart's chest burst with pride.

Shadowhearts movements quickened making the goddess's moans become louder with each stroke.

The goddess felt the pressure between the fabric and her fingers and wished the fabric would disappear but would be content with this for now she was not a selfish god after all. She panted softly as she felt her high coming and her stomach began to coil. Shadowheart leaned up and kissed the other while her fingers kept at work. [y/n] moaned into the kiss and grabbed at the elfs hand as she felt her body shake with ecstasy. She whimpered into the kiss and felt her breath get heavy as Shadowhearts fingers slowed down at the gods whimpering.

The twos lips parted from one another and they gently leaned their foreheads against one another, “gods you are good at that…”.

“Just wait till we get to know one another my lady [y/n]~”.

“I will be sure to take you up on that offer, from now on you shall be my favorite princess”.

#bg3 #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart #bg3smut #smut #xreader #bg3 x reader #fem reader #baldurs gate

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chuuyaswifeandhoe · 4 months

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You're not saving me

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mention of death and rape, suicidal actions

If I missed anything, please let me know

Your eyes were empty while looking at the bodies in front of you. You heard inside your head every plea for mercy, every insult, every cry for a saviour, every thought of the person who pulled the triggers, of the ones who killed with their own hands. What a curse to be able to hear the thoughts of everyone around you. You sighed and turned to face Chuuya, your partner for this mission.

‘’They did not know anything about the location, their last thoughts were about their children or about how they did not deserve this’’. Your monotone voice would not let slip any emotions of your own. But were you having emotions other than desperation for a quick death?

‘’Tsk, what a waste of our time’’. What was the boss thinking when organising this shit? I’m so tired of these motherfuckers trying to steal from us. Can’t we just…

‘’Can you please be quiet? Your thoughts are way too loud Nakahara’’. You snapped with annoyance. Unfortunately you did not hear only Chuuya’s thoughts, also the ones of all the other subordinates who were around you. ‘’Fuck’’. You could feel the migraine coming up. There was a reason why you stayed inside in a very isolated room. You put your hands over your ears in a pathetic attempt to make all the voices inside your head shut up.

Chuuya looked at you puzzled. He knew to some extent that your ability was hearing the other people’s thoughts and that you could not control it yet very well so you were resident of a very particular room in the mafia’s headquarters. But he never experienced going on a mission with you for more than an hour. You usually popped up at the end, using your pretty mind to listen to the tortured prisoners' thoughts then retreated right back to your cave. . Today was special from this point of view and he definitely did not understand what was going on with you.

‘’Hey, what’s wrong with you?’’

You groaned listening to his internal monologue about your powers and how he did not understand what was going on or how to help you.

‘’I’m around too many people right now and my head feels like it is going to explode.’’ You turned on your heels and went straight to the car. ‘’My job is done here, and I’m not cleaning up the mess your incompetent subordinates did’’. You hoped that one of them would get angry and accidentally put a bullet through your skull. Once in the car, the turmoil inside your head got quieter, but definitely did not stop. You turned on the radio, turning it on the highest volume, helping to muffle all the voices you were hearing inside your head: Who does she think she is; What a bitch; With the first chance I catch her I’m going to..‘’WHAT THE HELL L/N?’’ Chuuya’s voice brought you back to earth, as he lowered the volume of the radio. ‘’Why did you turn the radio on the highest volume? Do you want us to get caught by the government? Do you have a death wish?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Your straightforward answer caught Chuuya off guard. ‘’Not the government part, the death wish part’’ you felt the need to clarify your answer.

‘’ I swear you resemble Dazai a little too much’’.

‘’ Thank you’’ a smile graced your lips/

‘’ It was not a compliment’’ Chuuya furrowed his eyebrows.

‘’ For me it definitely is. Please don’t take this road, it is way too busy’’, you pointed to a more secluded option.

‘’ What’s the deal with you?’’ Chuuya spared you a glance before returning his attention back to the road.

It was not a conversation you were in the mood for. Hearing the questions inside his pretty head made you reluctant to respond, it would have opened the door to memories you did not want to remember and also it would have made you focus only on his thoughts and it would consume a lot of your energy.

‘’Not knowing the colleagues you work with it’s not a very good sign, Chuuya-san’’. You watched in the corner of your eyes how his face contorted in a very unpleasant grimace. His internal monologue definitely matched his expression, you noticed.

‘’Oh cut the bullshit and you know what I’ve meant, you’re reading my mind aren’ you?’’ A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and Chuuya’s heart fluttered while he tried by all means to stop any thought from forming.

“Is no use Chuuya, I still hear your internal monologue. You don't know about the deal I have with Mori?” You were curious. You could've sworn that everyone in the mafia was informed about it.

“Deal? What are you talking about?” His thoughts were suddenly all over the place, so you know he's telling the truth. You sighed thinking if telling him was a good idea. Maybe, maybe if you tell him, he could actually help you?

“As I assume you already know, my ability is “To be or not to be?”, meaning I can read minds. The problem is that I can't control it. So I hear everyone’s thoughts, every little insignificant thing, every minute of the day, in any place I am, with no idea what the safe distance is for me not hearing anything. So in my head, I rarely hear my own thoughts because I hear all the other ones.’’ The last sentence was bitter, for you this was not an ability but a hex. One that you could not escape. You took in a deep breath trying to ignore the voice of the woman who was begging his husband to stop beating her, or the child who was screaming internally that it’s not his fault. ‘’Do you know why I joined the Port Mafia, Chuuya?’’ It was not a question you want him to answer, you look back in front of you, at the road Chuuya was driving on, the orange light of a magnificent sunset making everything prettier ‘’To find the person whose ability was to put a stop to all the other abilities.’’

‘’Dazai’’ Chuuya murmured.

‘’Exactly, the only issue is that I arrived a few years too late and he was no longer in the mafia. And unfortunately for me, Mori was not going to let me leave that easily so we made a deal. I help him with the gang issue and he’ll let me join the most dangerous missions where I can get killed easily in a fire gun exchange. What the motherfucker forgot to mention is that his executive to which I was going to be assigned to was the most skilled person in the entire fucking mafia and would not let a bullet even come in my way, not to mention go through my skull!’’. You raised your tone towards the end unintentionally, but your frustration was clear.

‘’What? You’re pissed that you got paired up with me?’’ Chuuya suddenly hit the brakes, stopping the car.

‘’Kinda’’ you huffed.

‘’Why? Because I’m protecting you!? Are you dumb or something?’’ Chuuya was now fully facing you, fuming.

You let a smile grace your lips. His internal rage was so loud in your head.

‘’Chuuya, you’re not protecting me, you’re only prolonging my suffering. You do not understand what it means to not know which one of the voices inside your head is yours. You do not know what it means to hear the thoughts which go through the head of your victims in their last moments. To hear a teenage girl asking herself if another outfit would have saved her from being brutally murdered after being raped. Or the thoughts of the murderer on how easy fresh meat gets sliced by his precious knife. Or being in a crowd and all you can hear is noise in your head and it feels like your skull is going to explode. Judgements, prayers, indecent thoughts towards strangers or myself. Fuck, you know how hard is to get through the meeting your having with all your lower rank subordinates is? How I hear in my head how they’d bang me if they have the chance or what a slut I must be for being put directly under your supervision? Or being a five years old who did not know to explain what is inside her head, hearing her parents resent her birth?’’ At this point tears were streaming down your cheeks, without you noticing until you looked towards two sad pairs of eyes.

A gloved hand made his way towards your face and slowly wiped out your tears.

‘’What can I do for you?’’ Chuuya’s voice was unsure. You heard his thoughts, and how he wants to help you, how he wants to change something in your life, he's so sure there could be a solution. You put your palm over the hand which was still cupping the side of your face, giving in to his touch, giggling at his pure intentions. Then you look at him with pleading eyes.

‘’Let me die, Chuuya’’.

#chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #chuuyaswife #angst #chuuyaswifeandhoe #chuuyaxreader #chuuya angst #chuuya x you #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara

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inevitably-ineffable-husbands · 8 months

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Hi Steph, thank you for your fandom work! Could you please recommend some wing grooming or similar fics for Aziraphale and Crowley? I love the trope because of the not-sexual intimacy and the looking-after-each-other-ness, especially if one of them is touch-starved. Thank you so much xxx

Hey Nonny!

Sorry for the delay in a reply for this one, finally had time to sit down and search my fics for you!

Here are the fics I've tagged with "wings", can't guarantee they're EXACTLY what you're looking for (it's been awhile since I've read them) but they got some wings in them!! :D Hope you enjoy!

AZIRACROW AND WINGS

A Sky Full of Stars by Kedreeva (G, 2,575 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Relationship, Wings, Stars, Fluff, Romance) – Aziraphale takes Crowley as close to Heaven as they can get, these days.

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather (M, 2,661 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Confessions, Soft Crowley, POV Aziraphale, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Wings) – Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

Your Reward Ye Shall Have by sussexbound (T, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Angelic Love, Wings, Emotional Intimacy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pining Crowley, Soft Crowley, Emotional Connection, Emotional Porn, Groping, Bums, POV Aziraphale) – It is not the first time Aziraphale has considered giving in. Crowley mumbles something in his sleep, unfurls his long limbs for a moment, before tucking them back in, curling tight, arms wrapped around his knees. He shudders and then settles again with a sigh, and Aziraphale loves him.

a garden all their own by leaveanote (T, 5,436 w., 1 Ch. || Post Canon, POV Crowley, Emotional Turmoil, Aziraphale Takes Care of Crowley, Crying, Nightmares, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Heart Wrenching Pining, Pining Crowley, Wings, Tired Crowley, Romance, Healing, Massage, Light Angst with Happy Ending) – The aftermath. An exhaustion deeper than body. A secret too heavy to carry when when grief burned so close. Crowley has to tell him. "What am I to you?" A saving thing, an agony, a binary star, tenderness, an unhealed wound, a home, a home, a garden. Come to me, we'll heal together.

i want to hold your hand (goddammit) by PersephonesReign (E, 7,695 w., 5 Ch. || Crowley POV, Pining Crowley, Emotional Turmoil, Slow Burn, Soft Crowley, Angst and Fluff, Love Confessions, Nervous / Anxious Crowley, First Kiss/Time, URT, Wing Kink, Anal, Top Aziraphale / Bottom Crowley, Hand Holding) – Crowley just wants to hold Aziraphale's hand. What's so difficult about that?

Exposed by LollipopCop (E, 8,867 w., 2 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, First Time, Making Out, Wings, Love Confessions, Virgin Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending) – In which Gabriel can feel how much Aziraphale loves Crowley, and outs him.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) by Kedreeva (G, 13,777 w., 2 Ch. || Asexual Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Wings, Worried Aziraphale, Rebellion, Standing Together As One) – Two months after the world didn't end, Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings.

Witness the Fall by Waifine (G, 14,512 w.., 5 Ch. || Pre-Fall, The Fall, Post-Fall, Crowley Was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angel Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending, Crowley's Memories, Aziraphale POV, Not-Nice Archangels, Feathers, Soulmates, Wings) – Crowley never talked about his time as an angel. Aziraphale never asked. But when Hell sends Crowley a package containing his most painful memories, it is Aziraphale who is plunged into the nightmare history of when his beloved friend, the angel who had once been Crowley, was hurled from the Heavens into the bowels of Hell.

A Desperate Desire by IneffableToreshi (E, 15,944 w. || Post-Almost Apocalypse, 6000 Years of Pining, First Kiss/Time, Lust Potion/Spell, Anal/Oral Sex, Self Esteem Issues, Praise Kink, Top Aziraphale, Virgin Husbands, Bottom Crowley, Blowjobs, Wings, Idiots in Love, Mild Dub-Con, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Aggressive Aziraphale, Happy Ending) – Since the world didn't end Aziraphale has been hoping for things to move to the next level with Crowley. But every time he tries to get close, the demon seems to shy away. Aziraphale begins to think that maybe Crowley just isn't attracted to him that way. He decides, against his friend Anathema's advice, to try witchcraft as a way of making himself more confident, attractive, and desirable. It, of course, goes wrong, because the angel misses the footnote that warns him not to mix magic and alcohol. Part 3 of Accidental Confessions

The Nice and Accurate Love Story of A. J. Crowley and A. Z. Fell by SealandRocks (E, 16,353 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Crowley, Implied Mutual Pining, Emotional Love Making, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Crowley, Jealous Crowley, Crowley’s Plants, Kissing as Healing, Moments in Time, The Arrangement, Love Confessions, Bottom Crowley, Gentle Aziraphale, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Crowley is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss/Time, Anal Sex / Fingering, Wings / Wing Kink, Porn With Plot, Praise Kink, Kissing in the Rain, Symbolism, Historical References) – Crowley and Aziraphale have been dancing around each other since the beginning. From Eden to London, it eventually becomes very hard to avoid the only other immortal around. And after so many centuries, having a physically body becomes a bit uncomfortable. Crowley is left to wonder what it is about Aziraphale that helps ease the ache in his soul. It would only take him 6000 years to figure out that it was rooted in something deeper all along. Part 1 of Love Stories for the Oblivious

#steph replies #ineffable husbands fic recs #good omens fic recs #wing fics #my fic recs #aziracrow fic recs #fic rec sunday

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neonscandal · 4 months

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Manga With Me: Obscure Head Canons (and Hypotheses) You’d Probably Develop When Reading the JJK Light Novels, Pt 2

Same as before, hypotheses at the end in case you want to keep it light and tight!

Part One

⚠️ Spoiler Warning for Jujutsu Kaisen Thorny Road at Dawn and season 2 of the anime (manga spoilers are vague at best).

Head Canon: The Moral High Ground is Going to Cost You

There's something to be said for sorcerers who operate in secret, careful to not evoke chaos with the existence of their strength and power and that of curses. Moreso when, in the heat of battle, they still factor in the greater good and weigh it against those in immediate danger. We saw it in Shibuya as Gojo used his technique in the presence of countless civilians which still came at a great cost to them. He was a bit more cavalier but the first story focused on Inumaki and his monk-like discipline to never use words carelessly lest he curse those around him.

Curses and curse users are shown to be morally impudent and his careful existence is juxtaposed by a curse user with a similar technique who employs it freely and without giving it a second thought as he tries to capture and subsequently traffick Nobara. Even when backed into a corner, Inumaki is taking hits to avoid accidentally causing harm to Nobara and it does him no favors. This is obviously indicative of a larger theme we see wherein the primary antagonists of JJK are regularly seen frolicking on the beach, playing soccer, playing board games, etc. Meanwhile, the limited stock of sorcerers are regularly having their asses handed to them for the sake of doing the right thing. Another stunning example of this is Nanami Kento when compared directly to Mei Mei.

Head Canon: Perhaps, More Specifically, Emotional Ties to Others Are Going to Cost You

What's funny about this is the fact that this is shown multiple times in a novel that only has five stories. We've already seen it countless times in the anime/manga:

JJK 0 - Yuta's inability to part with Rika curses her.

Season 1 - Megumi saves Yuji or vice versa and it brings about Sukuna and the killing curse upon Tsumiki.

Season 1 - Junpei's mother is used as his breaking point just as Junpei himself is used as leverage against Yuji.

Season 2 - There's something to be said about Riko Amanai and the hopelessness and turmoil her death inspires, whether you want to say Geto was emotionally tied to her or not.

Season 2 - In the story's biggest reveal, we come to realize that Gojo's inability to properly dispose of Geto's body creates a vulnerability Kenjaku is able to exploit.

While the story with Inumaki also ties into this, I think his relationship with Nobara is more proximal and subsequently, his story more or less shows that he is earnest regardless of whose safety is on the line. Emotion being a sliding scale and all, it makes sense that Mechamaru's story is the best example of how, even when there wasn't a physical risk to him, he was still grappling with how best to win a fight against another shikigami user. Mechamaru is uniquely qualified for the fight since his robot body is the only thing that can go into a gas infused curtain. While this is another example of technique matchups, ultimately, it's a far better insight into Mechamaru's presumed pragmatism when weighed against his affection for Miwa. He'd rather potentially gamble a strategic loss than jeopardize a friendship bracelet she'd given him. As for it's impact on the larger story, this heat of the moment desperation to maintain this connection to Miwa is perhaps what later inspires him to be greedier down the line in seeking a new body from Ken!Geto and Mahito and... we see how that turned out.

Head Canon: Gojo is Far More Sentimental Than His Flippancy Suggests

Gojo is constantly on his bull shit. The duality of the strongest sorcerer capable of processing everything who is constantly spouting Digimon references, binging sugary sweets and asking about his colleague's kink satisfaction is my favorite thing, honestly. Gojo cavalierly addresses his responsibilities as a sorcerer, one could argue he's kind of a bad teacher, but he goes out of his way to protect people even if his manner is rude. He point blank told Ijichi to not become a sorcerer lest he be killed which was disrespectful as hell but... the man had a point. Ijichi falls under the purview of Gojo's concern (whether that be as his once kohai or given how useful he is to him now, I won't say) and Gojo pulls strings to make sure that he too is taken care of. Ijichi, the backbone of operations at Jujutsu Tokyo carries that weight unyieldingly because he assumes "it's the least he can do" even though we know that managers actually pave the way for a lot of the goings on in jujutsu society. It's a symbiotic relationship but Ijichi carries every loss, like Yuji's death on a mission, excruciatingly personally. To the point where it wears him down. In the last book, we saw that, following Geto's defection, Gojo recognizes the delicate nature of a person's heart. It's why he entrusts Yuji's mentorship to Nanami. What's interesting about all of this is, if he can see Ijichi's stress and exhaustion, how did he miss Geto's? Maybe that's a burden he also carries. Ironically, I think this harsh way of caring for others is maybe the way of the sorcerers because we see it with Megumi and Nobara in how they treat Yuji.

Head Canon: There's an Obvious Sacrifice of Youth in Jujutsu Society But There's Also Nowhere for Girlhood to Exist

With what we don't see of Mai in the main story, the story that centers on her deciding to go against orders and take on a curse much stronger than her is actually so heartbreaking? Let's start off with the fact that she chose to unnecessarily exorcise a flyhead which is ultimately what forges a connection between her and Yuu, a girl who later became a window for sorcerers. Seems like a small task considering Mai's relative competency but as the story progresses, we get a deep insight into the fact that, the terror Mai had for curses as a kid is still alive and well within her. Whether she can defend herself or not, she is still fearful but she pushes forward "alone" because that's the only choice Maki left her with.

What's interesting about Mai and the Kyoto students is, 1) the sheer volume/concentration of female students compared to Tokyo and, 2) their propensity to attack as a group with the exception of Todo. In JJK 0, Maki remarked that those who are weak tend to have to stick together. I don't mention this as an assessment of the relative strength of Miwa, Nishimoto or Mai (especially since I still think Miwa will get a power up). But this story demonstrates their pack mentality when they were just idling in a cafe like students should but even in not allowing Mai to go after Yuu alone. Their success was because of their reliance on one another but, from what we've seen in Shibuya and what's to come in the culling games... that doesn't bode well for fighters who can't defend on their own.

Mai is a product of one of the big 3 jujutsu families, the Zenin clan being incredibly misogynistic to boot. As such, she is still downtrodden and runs the risk of being admonished even when fulfilling duties in line with what a sorcerer should do. She (and the other girls) are damned if they do and damned if they don't. Additionally, I assume the Kyoto school's tendency to fight as a group is from the influence of Gakuganji (which leads me to think Gojo might be pushing his students a bit more recklessly for the sake of making them stronger). But where there are many characters, specifically adults, who have an outright desire to protect their childhood, I think it's interesting that Mai, Miwa and Nishimoto are doing all they can to hang onto whatever sense of girlhood they can muster. It makes them catty and they seem to espouse some misogynistic ideals of what girls should look like and be but the basis of it is still desperately grasping at something that keeps them soft in the face of terror which, in their own mind, is probably a rebellion to what they know. That and, I think Mai is hyper aware of her weakness. That coupled with her dissatisfaction as a sorcerer ultimately later guides her steps in the resolution of her character arc.

Hypothesis: There's a Reason Gojo is Always Pondering the Figures and Politics of Periods Long Gone

I frequently question what goes on in the mind of Satoru Gojo. He has, for all intents and purposes, all the time in the world to process and compute all the mysteries of the universe. Instead, he asks his coworkers about whether they're caught up on Jump Comics at bars. He's so unserious. But at the same time, he'll immediately follow this silliness with a deep cut like -

"Our precious present rests atop the deeds of our forebears." - Gojo Satoru

He absolutely gets clowned for his random pop culture references and, any time he calls upon a historical reference (of which he seems to be really knowledgeable about), it seems shocking to most of those around him (Shoko notwithstanding). The girls who get it know that Gojo is just as traumatized as Geto. He's just traumatized ✨🤪 where Geto is traumatized 🔪. So this veneer of goofiness belies what is ultimately a really contemplative person and one who holds a clear grievance against jujutsu elders. We know that Gojo telling Megumi about their ancestors locked in battle is obviously something that becomes a critical plot point later (hello, Sukuna showdown which we're not getting into here). It told Megumi he could have power that rivals Gojo's but it was also critical exposition for us as readers. We've also seen that Yuta, a distant, distant Gojo relative is similarly OP and this was established by his ancient connection to Gojo as well. Again, critical exposition into how things fall together when Gojo is no longer on the board. But what I'm hypothesizing is... suppose Gojo had tangential knowledge of Kenjaku this whole time? Kenjaku was clearly wary of Gojo, for good reason, but was Gojo already aware of the existence of the body snatcher? What a reveal that would be.

Hypothesis: There Are Bad Match-Ups But The Best Way To Beat a Cursed User Is With A Stronger Version Of Their Own Technique

So this isn't a comprehensive hypothesis since I know it's only half true. Por ejemplo, in the first two stories Inumaki fought a cursed speech user and Mechamaru fought a shikigami user. The victorious combatants happened to have stronger versions of the shared technique (and maybe a strategic edge). This, of course, lends to the idea that the resolution to this story may lay in the hands of Yuta Okkotsu. Okkotsu can summon immeasurable cursed energy and copy techniques. Who's gonna check him? BUT, in reality, we also know that there are also, canonically bad matchups. For instance, Yuji and Nobara are bad matchups for Mahito - Yuji's soul is protected in a sense and Nobara's technique allows her to strike spilled blood or discarded limbs/extensions of one's body to injure the main body.

We know Sukuna, at this point, is the big bad that will require taking down but we don't know how at this point. Nobara would of course be helpful given the still outstanding fingers but is tentatively off the board for now (this is a hill I will die on). But, are there other allies who haven't been revealed that will help in taking Sukuna down or will it all come down to Yuta? At this point, Gege wrote themselves into a box they are trying to course correct with the in universe power scale but I'm curious how things will fall.

What do you think? There's a fifth story that is super heartwarming and too sad to write about given the conclusion of season 2 so go read the novel for yourself and let me know your thoughts!

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...Well, at least he didn't sigh and play a ukulele.

1) "...Assuming we believe any of this." Append that to everything I say here. I don't believe a word this guy says. He comes across as chronically narcissistic and making excuses for inexcusable behavior. Even when he admits that, it feels like he is ONLY doing that to worm out of the consequences of getting called out for it. He is still just doing damage control, so he can regain his channel and avoid getting a real job. Trust me, I'm a narcissistic asshole, too. We can smell each-other. Like bears. This whole thing is just disingenuous.

I don't even believe his personal stuff. I want receipts for his diagnoses and family turmoil. Is that fair? No. But how else can we trust him at this point? It is what it is, because of what he did.

2) As he says, personal problems and having dreams aren't excuses for lying, cheating, and grifting. Yet he did all those...and is still kind of trying to score sympathy for why he "felt the need" to do them.

Giving an explanation is one thing. But that isn't what this feels like. Maybe I'm being a biased dick here. But I smell more grift. It just feels like he's gunning for sympathy to wiggle out of his whole YouTube career collapsing.

3) No one gives a shit about your boiler-plate liberal guilt identity issue bullshit, Jimbo. You got in trouble for stealing. No one cares why, see #1. It absolutely doesn't matter. You don't get a pass for stealing because you're gay and white and sad about it. That is a shameful thing to drop here. Asshole.

4) The movie grift thing was STILL a grift, regardless of your intentions. Moral failures are an assessment of actions, not motives. It doesn't matter the circumstances: you got paid to do something you didn't do, and kept the money. That's a grift. And the grift is the problem.

5) Hbomberguy doesn't need your money or your apologies. Neither does the international gay community. Your sins were against specific people. You claim you are dealing with that directly. I hope so. But that is exactly all you need to deal with to atone for this. Stop acting like a wounded god trying to save the world from your stumble. We're good out here. This was your personal fuck-up, in relation to specific people. Cut the narcissistic crap and focus on that.

6) ...If you can. This guy might be helpless against his own inflated sense of self-importance. Narcissists have that problem. I don't know how you deal with that, if this whole mess wasn't enough to compel you. ...But that also isn't an excuse to get away with shit behavior, so fuck you either way, honestly.

7) He said he is going to make content free from his previous garbage, and give the money away. Yeah sure, dude. I'll believe it when you prove it. It means literally nothing otherwise.

8) Stop exposing your personal shit online. This has always been a problem with you. It just comes across as a plea for an excuse to be a dick. There is connecting to an empathetic audience, and then there is trying to cash in expensive sad gay chips you think you have. Knock it off. We don't like or trust you, so we do not care about YOU. If you want to regain trust with good content, shut up and do that. Otherwise, just shut up. We don't need you here, bellyaching for attention.

9) You didn't even MENTION Todd in the Shadows?! A shoutout at least, dude!

...I realize that is petty of me. But still.

10) I want to point out again that James Somerton was never King of the Gays. He seems to think he was, and he dropped his crown. That isn't a thing. And we aren't desperate for you to pick up the thing you never had to drop. There is that raging narcissism again. Very off-putting.

#james somerton #hbomberguy #youtube #gay #plagiarism

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spencerreidswhore187 · 3 months

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Hymn for Her (5)

Ava x Beatrice (Warrior Nun)

Summary: The discovery of a resurrected Ava, believed to be lost, sends ripples through Bea's reality, filling her heart with both joy and trepidation. However, the reunion takes a harrowing twist when Ava, transformed by otherworldly forces, becomes an unexpected adversary, unleashing violence upon the Order of the Cruciform Sword. Ava finds herself entangled in a relentless battle against the forces of darkness, the mystery behind her descent into darkness deepens. Meanwhile, Bea grapples with the conflicting emotions of love and despair, haunted by dreams that connect her to Ava's tortured soul.

T/W: Descriptions of violence, blood and gore. Brief mentions of alcohol, guns and other weapons. Please let me know if I forgot to add something.

Word Count: 0.5k

Part One: An Unholy Darkness

Part Two: Echoes of Darkness

Part Three: Whispers in the Shadows

Part Four: Dance with Shadows

Part Five: Embrace of Light

Bea lay motionless on the cold ground. Torn and blood-stained, she appeared almost lifeless, a mere echo of the fierce warrior she once embodied. Ava, driven by fear, frantically pulled her body onto her lap, brushing the soft strands out of Bea’s face.

"Bea," Ava breathed, the fragility of her plea hung in the air, mixing with the acrid scent of blood. "Please, don't leave me."

Barely clinging to consciousness, Bea managed a weak smile, her voice a gentle melody in the midst of the quiet chaos. "You did it, Ava. We did it."

Ava's trembling hands gently cradled Bea's wound.

"I can’t lose you," Ava confessed, her voice choked with the weight of emotions that the brutal reality of death had thrust upon her.

Bea's fingers, stained with the blood of battle, traced a soothing pattern on Ava's cheek, the touch a comforting reassurance in the stillness of the aftermath. "No goodbyes, remember?" she whispered, her voice carrying the comforting cadence of a familiar melody that spoke of enduring love.

Ava's tears fell freely as she pressed her forehead against Bea's, their breaths intermingling in the quiet desperation of the moment. “I love you.”

While Ava clung to Bea, the halo began to glow with an ethereal light, casting a soft, otherworldly glow that seemed amplified by the sacred sword. The healing energy it emitted sought out Bea's wounds, its touch gentle and transformative, weaving a tapestry of restoration.

Regaining strength, Bea's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soothing warmth that permeated her being. The pain that had once gripped her body began to ebb away, replaced by a comforting sensation as if the very fabric of her being was being meticulously mended.

Unaware, Ava continued to hold Bea with a desperation that transcended the physical realm. The wounds on Bea's body closed, leaving only faint traces of the battles fought. The halo's glow intensified, its radiance now a testament to the unseen forces that guided their shared destiny.

"You saved me," Bea whispered, her voice carrying the weight of gratitude.

Ava, still immersed in her emotional turmoil, met Bea's gaze. "I thought…I thought I lost you," she repeated, the words a mantra of disbelief and relief.

Feeling the warmth of the healing energy that surrounded them, Bea reached up to caress Ava's cheek. "You found me, Ava. You brought me back."

Ava and Bea clung to each other in the glow of the fading halo. Bea smiled, the expression holding the warmth of gratitude and the undeniable strength of their love. "Whatever darkness you faced, you brought us back into the light."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Ava leaned down to press a tender kiss on Beatrice's forehead. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow upon the sacred space, where Beatrice's fingers gently traced Ava's features.

"Do you still want me to teach you to dance?" Beatrice asked, the question carrying a hopeful note.

Ava's eyes, once filled with tears of despair, now sparkled with a playful glint. "Only if you'll let me show you how to drink."

Bea leant forward and pressed her lips against Ava’s. As they clung to each other, the courtyard seemed to breathe with a newfound sense of hope and a recognition of the unwavering resilience of a warrior nun who had faced the shadows and emerged into the embrace of the light for love.

A/N: Thank you for reading ◡̈

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rawliverandgoronspice · 11 months

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Small Tears of the Kingdom changes that could have done a lot

(at least according to me, the one singular flawed person writing this post)

In my desperate attempt to close off the Tears of the Kingdom season on my side of the internet (failing so far), I wanted to join the proposals of a couple of small restructurations/rewrites I've seen on my dashboard. These wouldn't change much of the game, but enough to boisten some of the themes and make the experience both more open and more streamlined. They try to ignore a lot of my own biases towards what I would have loved to see explored within the game and focus on what already exists (I said try). These changes are not only story-driven but also focus on quest design and narrative reward logic, which puzzled me even more than the story itself.

It's obviously not the end all be all of everything, there's a ton of small things that aren't fully adressed, etc.

Here are the 3 main tenants of this proposal:

We know about Fake Zelda by the end of the tutorial section. We see glimpses of her all the way, even though Rauru doesn't seem to be aware she's here, and most of our obstacles come from us trying to reach and save her. Then, by the end, she tries to kill us in the Temple of Time, and we realize she's fake and a lure (it could be a small mini boss, nothing too severe; just something to prove we understand combat). It could also be an earlier occasion to have Ganondorf shit-talk us using his creepy voice through her body, that could build up a better sense of rivalry going forward and make the betrayal of him using her body sting much more than it does in the current version.

Ganondorf, using Fake Zelda, tries to antagonizes each region of Hyrule towards their princess --and, the very important part, it works. The kingdom is splintering apart as he plans his return and his invasion. The goal in each region is not to vaguely solve the weird local problem, but, using the regional hero that knows and trusts Link, to prove that whatever is happening isn't Zelda's fault. This allows to build some sense of tension and stakes, makes us deeply empathize with an overwhelmed Zelda trying to step up as a leader in the aftermath of the Calamity and isn't here to defend herself (and then when we learn where she is and what she did it hurts so much more). The camp where Purah is could also double-down as the beating heart of Hyrule trying to reconnect with the suspicious regions suffering the turmoil isolated from each other.

The Dragon's Tears questline is overhauled, and that can happen in two simultaneous ways. Some of these memories remain Zelda's, but now only some of them, perhaps those who are connected to Zelda's decision to become a dragon without ever spilling it out (and could even focus more on her insecurities as a young ruler and her relationship to her ancestors), remain sprinkled into the land to reward those who want to understand more about her motivations. But now, each of the secret stones collected along the way also function as tears, and instead of being treated to another delicious serving or The Imprisoning War? The Demon King??? we get to discover a little bit more of the mystery. The way it could work is quite simple: the Sage introduces us briefly to their own perspective into the war outside of a voiced cutscene to give the writing more flexibility regarding what the player already did to avoid repetition ( :) :) ), and then plays a pre-determined cutscene in a linear fashion, which is one of Rauru's memories embedded within the secret stone and tells the story of the fall of his kingdom to Ganondorf. (also bonus: now Zelda's tears don't embody the entire kingdom anymore, which was very strange and never sat right with me)

So what we did is to separate the different stories while intertwining them: Zelda's struggles and sacrifice on one hand, Rauru's regrets and bitterness on the other (lololol sorry), and Ganondorf's attempt to break the kingdom apart --which would feed into both Zelda's anxieties and Rauru's long winded defeat. The bonus to this approach would also be to question Hyrule's legitimacy: the various races would then need to decide, after having actively questioned the young princess, that they actually still believe in Hyrule and a future they all get to live in together.

This would also give a little bit more teeth to Ganondorf's motivation, his deep envy for the power of Hyrule and the fact that his own people chose it over him, let alone everyone else. As for the Link's motivation, trying to have everyone see that Zelda is worth it and stop that evil force from shattering her image while also acknowledging the faults of the past could make the player invested in wanting to bring Zelda back down after everything she went through and all the sacrifices she made to prove herself a worthy ruler (Rauru's forcefulness in assimilating the realm under his banner even though he meant well being his actual character flaw that Mineru could eventually acknowledge, to give her something to do instead of... feeling bad for no clear reason!! Also just *give emotional weight* to that time she holds Rauru's hand again when she swears fealty to Link, this was so simple and obvious how was it not given the time it needed for us to care about what was lost!!! aaa)

Yes, it's still about the power of love and sacrifice over ruthless domination, but now characters have a little bit more agency and we feel a little less like they have a zonai knife under their throats the entire time forcing them to always be happy and enthusiastic about swearing fealty to the immortal kingdom. They find out about the past but get to redefine their future instead of falling over themselves in worship; literally using pieces and bits of the past in the form of zonai tech to rebuild their own kingdom and their future dreams. Together they are stronger; but because they all chose to believe in that mantra instead of having it being imposed by long dead kings and faceless ancestors expecting them to die for a war that shouldn't concern them.

(Also, obviously, the gerudo region has to reckon with the Demon King being particularly angry at them for betraying him, and them deciding to reject his rule a second time and embrace their own path, because in the original TotK Ganondorf being gerudo could be removed entirely without any consequence, which is pretty sad since it's basically an enormous part of what makes him compelling as a villain for a lot of people and keeps him from being a completely generic Nintendo stock villain!!)

And honestly? Beyond a couple of dialogue changes and slightly different setups and reasonings for Link to do certain things, especially in the various regional quests? Most of everything else could stay roughly the same. The bones are here! They're just arranged in a really weird way.

(except for Ganondorf surviving as a big bad dragon in the end through the sacrifice of his mind to immortality because that's just much more interesting than turning him into a supernova --but that's really a bonus honestly)

#totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom #thoughts #zelda #rauru #ganondorf #because we can access information from different angles doesn't mean we should access it whenever imo #not if it fucks up the pacing and our understanding of plot characters and story #also to pace the story from between challenges instead of shoving it all down in your mouth if you do all the memories at once #is just better user experience imo #especially for a zelda game that attempts to pace itself like a legend #so trial and tribulation -> new development #not new development because you tried to paraglide into a pond missed but like you have 1 heart left but you ate 28 apples ok let's go #and then you do that 10 more times in a row #anyway!!!#just thoughts

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chokememaximoff · 9 months

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Love in the dark II

Abstract: Poignant tale of Y/N Y/L/N, a once-promising female Avenger who spirals into self-destruction after being abruptly dismissed. Lost in darkness, Y/N finds an unexpected savior in her friend Wanda Maximoff, who's secretly in love. Their journey through Y/N's anguish, healing, and transformative love unfolds in a story of redemption, resilience, and hope.

TW:contains sensitive themes including self-destructive behavior, substance use,eating disorder, mental health struggles, emotional distress, and healing. It also touches on themes of love and relationships. Reader discretion is advised, and individuals who might be triggered by these topics should approach the content with caution. If you are affected by any of these themes, consider whether this story is suitable for your emotional well-being

The walls of Y/N Y/L/N's apartment seemed to close in on her, a suffocating reminder of the isolation and despair that had taken root within her. The darkness outside mirrored the turmoil inside, a reflection of the storm that raged within her.

On a particularly bleak evening, a soft knock disrupted the heavy silence, drawing Y/N's attention away from the abyss of her thoughts. She hesitated, torn between her instinct to retreat and the curiosity sparked by the familiar voice on the other side.

"Y/N, it's Wanda. Can I come in?"

Every fiber of Y/N's being urged her to turn away, to shut herself off from the world and nurse her wounds in solitude. But something in Wanda's tone—the concern, the persistence—gave her pause. With a reluctant sigh, she opened the door to reveal Wanda standing there, her eyes a mix of worry and determination.

Wanda's presence felt like an intrusion, an unwanted disruption in the fragile equilibrium Y/N had established. Anger surged within Y/N, a fierce response to the vulnerability Wanda's concern awakened within her.

"What do you want, Wanda?" Y/N's voice dripped with bitterness, her eyes narrowed as they met Wanda's gaze.

Wanda's expression remained composed, her eyes holding steady as they locked onto Y/N's. "I came because I'm worried about you, Y/N."

Y/N's laughter was bitter, her skepticism clear as day. "Worried? Save your breath. What do you care?"

Wanda's response was unflinching, her voice a soothing contrast to Y/N's hostility. "Because you're not just anyone to me. You're my friend."

Y/N's anger flared, her fists clenching in frustration. "Friend? Is that what you think this is? Some kind of friendly concern?"

Wanda's gaze held a mixture of patience and empathy, undeterred by Y/N's hostility. "Y/N, I know you're hurting. And I want to help you, even if you don't want to admit it."

Y/N's voice was laced with venom, her anger bubbling to the surface. "Help me? You think you can waltz in here and fix everything? Well, newsflash, Wanda—it's too damn late."

Wanda's expression remained resolute, her concern unwavering. "It's never too late, Y/N. I won't give up on you."

Y/N's anger was an inferno, a force she struggled to control. "Why? Why won't you just leave me the hell alone?"

Wanda took a step closer, her eyes steady on Y/N's. "Because I care about you, Y/N. And I refuse to stand by while you destroy yourself."

Y/N's response was scathing, a desperate attempt to push Wanda away. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone."

Wanda's touch was gentle as her fingers brushed against Y/N's arm. "You're not alone in this, Y/N. I'm here, and I'll stay by your side, no matter what."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, a mixture of frustration and vulnerability overwhelming her anger. "You don't understand, Wanda. Nobody does."

Wanda's voice was soft, her touch a lifeline against the storm of emotions. "Maybe I don't understand everything, but I know that I care about you. And I'm not leaving."

Y/N's defenses wavered, her anger melting into exhaustion. Wanda's persistence contrasted with the distance Y/N had maintained, and it was a struggle to hold onto her anger.

"Why can't you just let me be?" Y/N's voice broke, her emotions threatening to engulf her.

Wanda's fingers tightened their grip, a reassurance against Y/N's turmoil. "Because I believe that you're worth fighting for, Y/N. Even if you can't see it right now."

Tears streamed down Y/N's face, a mixture of frustration and vulnerability breaking through her anger. Wanda's presence was an unexpected lifeline in the darkness that had consumed her, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she wasn't completely alone.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N's voice was a mixture of defeat and vulnerability. "I'm sick of getting high, but I keep doing it. I wanna fucking die, but I never say it out loud. I'm trapped in hell, and I can't even cry. So I fake it. I pray every damn day to God, begging to die in my sleep."

Wanda's grip on Y/N's arm tightened, her gaze unyielding. "Y/N, you don't have to bear this alone. Let me be here for you."

And so, amid the storm of emotions and the clash of anger and concern, Wanda's persistence held firm. Y/N's painful admissions were met with unwavering support—a reminder that even in the depths of darkness, love had the power to break through the barriers and guide her towards the healing she so desperately needed.

...

The air in Y/N Y/L/N's apartment felt charged with emotions, a mixture of vulnerability and pain that had been stirred by her raw confession. Tears streaked down her cheeks as the weight of her words hung in the air, a painful reminder of the darkness she had been battling alone.

Wanda Maximoff's grip on Y/N's arm remained steadfast, her eyes a mirror of empathy and concern. She had torn down the barriers that Y/N had built, exposing the raw wounds that had festered beneath the surface.

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke again, her words an echo of her anguish. "You don't understand, Wanda. I'm drowning in this darkness, and there's no way out."

Wanda's voice was gentle, a soothing balm against Y/N's pain. "I may not understand everything, Y/N, but I understand that you're hurting. And I want to help you find your way back."

Y/N's shoulders shook with silent sobs, her defenses crumbling as she confronted the emotions she had suppressed for so long. The anger, the pain, the desperation—they were all laid bare before Wanda, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Wanda's touch was a lifeline, an anchor that grounded Y/N amidst the chaos of her emotions. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you, Y/N."

Y/N's voice was barely a whisper, her heartache spilling out with each word. "I've been trapped in this cycle, Wanda. Getting high just to escape, pretending everything's okay when it's not. I'm suffocating, and I don't know how to breathe again."

Wanda's gaze was unwavering, her concern a steady presence. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just take one step at a time. Let me be here to support you."

Y/N's tears were relentless, a release of the emotions that had been building for so long. The pain of her dismissal from the Avengers, the loneliness that had engulfed her, and the self-destructive patterns that had taken hold—all of it spilled out, a torrent of sorrow and despair.

Wanda's arms enveloped Y/N in a gentle embrace, offering solace and understanding. Y/N's resistance melted away as she allowed herself to be held, her vulnerability met with Wanda's unwavering care.

"I'm so tired of pretending," Y/N's voice cracked, her anguish echoing in the quiet room. "Tired of faking a smile, tired of numbing the pain, tired of feeling like I'm drowning."

Wanda's voice was a soothing whisper, her touch a source of comfort. "You don't have to fake it anymore, Y/N. I'm here to listen, to support you, and to help you find your way back to the surface."

Y/N's sobs gradually subsided, leaving behind a sense of catharsis and a glimmer of hope. Wanda's presence was a guiding light in the darkness, a reminder that she didn't have to navigate this journey alone.

As the minutes ticked by, Y/N found herself opening up to Wanda in ways she had never thought possible. The walls that had once kept her isolated began to crumble, replaced by a connection that felt genuine and healing.

And so, in the midst of tears and vulnerability, a bond between Y/N and Wanda deepened—a bond forged through shared pain and the unwavering commitment to pull Y/N from the abyss before it was too late.

#marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff

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Something stupid for the Free Use Wednesday thing started on @caitlynskitten blog

Wednesday had just came for the tenth time that night, her body desperately in need for more, but strangely, her mind was slowing down. Wednesday couldn’t figure out what was bringing her mood down but was determined to ignore it in favor of impressing the woman below her.

The woman below her, Yoko, noticed something off earlier, but trying to argue with Wednesday Addams was like arguing with a brick wall that usually had some pretty good points so, she gave up. But now, as the seer started slowing down her movements atop the black strap wrapped around her waist, Yoko decided something needed to be done.

“Alright, we’re stopping,” Yoko stated, aiming to leave Wednesday no room to argue, even using her paranormal strength to pick the small girl up and set her on the bed properly.

Wednesday immediately tried to go against it, glaring at the taller vampire, though it wasn’t all that intense with her low mood. “What, why? I’m not nearly satiated, Tanaka, and I know for a fact that you’re not either,” Wednesday did her best to save face, but she could do nothing about the weakness in her voice that definitely wasn’t caused by the orgasms.

Yoko stood up and removed the strap-on and grabbed one of her shirts to give to Wednesday before grabbing one for herself. “You know why, Wends. You’re not in the right headspace, and I don’t want this if you’re not into it. It’s called enthusiastic consent and you’re clearly not able to give it right now,” as the woman spoke, she sat down and pulled the other girl’s legs across her lap, “So, you’re gonna tell me what’s going on and I’m not letting you go until you do.”

For a moment, it looked like Wednesday was going to return with one of her usual scathing, yet lighthearted remarks, but she seemed unable to come up with anything. That alone is enough to make it impossible for Wednesday to deny something being wrong, even to herself. As the short girl ponders internally her current mood, she absentmindedly begins to curl up closer to the vampire, Yoko’s cold skin offering a sense of comfort in a moment of mental turmoil for Wednesday.

What pulls Wednesday out of her head is Yoko’s slender fingers carding through her hair, scratching her scalp lightly and with a tenderness that Wednesday’s come to associate with the vampire ever since this whole pseudo-poly relationship began. Looking up at Yoko, the girls share a rare moment of softness between them, none of the typical friendly snarkiness is there.

Suddenly, a spark of something new, something different, forms between them.

They share a warm smile, though Wednesday’s quickly fades and Yoko’s fades with it. Yoko wraps her arm around the shorter girl’s waist and continues scratching her scalp with her other hand and says softly, “What’s going on, Wends? Talk to me, please?”

“I- I feel…” Wednesday hesitates still and as she looks into Yoko’s red eyes, she finds it, “Insufficient…”

Yoko furrows her brows, but stay silent, allowing Wednesday to continue. The raven gulps and looks away to collect herself. “I want… to be good enough… for you. And- and for Bianca and Divina and Enid as well. But I’m not,” Wednesday squeezes her eyes shut in shame, ashamed of her insecurity and her easy admittance of it. “I’m afraid of being tossed aside once you all realize that you’re better without me.”

Wednesday begins shaking slightly and expects her fears to be laughed at by the woman holding her, but instead receives the opposite. Yoko cups her cheek with one hand and guides her head to face her. Once Wednesday is looking at the vampire once again, Yoko pulls her in gently to place a small kiss on her lips. And as she pulls back, the vampire whispers, “Wednesday, you’re the whole reason we’re all together. Do you really think I would’ve been caught dead hanging out with Bianca before we all started getting along? Wednesday, believe me when I say that all of us are better with you in our lives.”

Wednesday is rendered completely speechless, so instead chooses to curl up into a ball against the vampire and in the cold embrace, a single tear drops despite herself.

Yoko wraps both her arms around Wednesday and simply says, “I think we should talk to the girls about this, but right now, let’s just cuddle, okay?”

“I don’t-“

“Yeah, yeah, Miss Dark and Angsty. Just shut up, and don’t tell anyone I said that, especially not Enid. I won’t hear the end of it.”

“… Fine.”

End…?

#wednesday addams #yoko tanaka #polyam #my writing

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(SFW) been wanting to cry for some angsty stuff for ATOC, can I request a hc list of how would X, D, R and A react when the Crown is fatally injured, possibly shot by an arrow or stabbed?

Maybe an extra rrq that the Crown is a gentle, cinnamon roll type, that overly kind soul you'd want the least to get hurt but yeah now they're dying

The editor for this tumblr ask literally crashed when i was almost done with X's entry and I've never felt more devastated in my entire life ksahkj. There is also something very similar to this prompt though, it's more about the Crown sacrificing themselves for the ROs. If you're interested in that I'll link it here

I apologize if this isn't the best but I'll try to redo what I can

Azad/Ashti

You were absolutely foolish to get yourself hurt. No matter how kind-hearted you may have been, the Imperial Guard was made to lay down their lives for you. Any injuries you sustained was a stain upon their honor, their own failure to complete their duties.

The Royal Protector fights the icy cold waves of guilt washing over them. They save the lectures and punishments for another time because all that matters in that moment is you.

Their first priority is to get you to safety, the only sign you may see of their inner turmoil not found in their words, but their actions.

The protector's hands shake ever so slightly as they apply pressure to your wounds, hoping to staunch that they can before the healers arrive. A cold sweat chills them down to their very core as they listen for your pulse- only to find it fading away by the second.

They try to reassure you, but it doesn't work. In desperation, they find themselves practically ordering you to keep your eyes open, to not leave them while they're trying to save your life- tightening your bandages up. The unspoken words of concern and love dying in their throat when they look up to see just why you haven't responded.

By the time the healers do arrive, it takes their combined effort to finally pry the Royal Protector from your side.

Dara/Delal

Having served in the military for so long, the General was used to the bloodshed and horror of it all. Gore, suffering, and pain were things they could stomach. Or a least, the ability to do so was required of them.

It's when they see the arrow impaled in your skin, smell the metallic scent of red staining their cloak that the General realizes they may have been wrong. A complex bundle of emotions stirs under those layers of armor, but they have the strength to push through and remain vigilant.

If not for you, then for their own sanity.

Without a second thought, they tear their cloak, torn strips used to either secure the arrow in place and prevent it from moving. If not that, then to help stop the bleeding of any wounds.

They hold their Crown close, all propriety forgotten as the only thing on their mind is you. You need them in this moment and the last thing they'd ever do is fail you. Even if it's killing them on the inside.

What you need in these moments is strength, a shoulder or person to lean on. Which is why they allow you to squeeze the life from their hands. They listen to your weakened voice, giving you the same, almost practiced, words of reassurance they've given countless others.

Yet something about the words this time shakes the General to their core. This time, it feels entirely too raw, like a hundred old wounds made fresh again. The feeling paralyzes them, the unadulterated fear deep in their hardened expression.

As the situation worsens and all seems lost, the General straightens themselves, remaining by your side and keeping a steadfast vigil by your side. Never once do they stray from you. Even as crowds of healers all frantically apply aid to no avail. They remain by your side even as the anguished cries from loyal allies and friends alike sound throughout the halls at news of the inevitable.

And there they remain, even when the last wisps of golden sunlight in those eyes of yours wither away.

Rozerîn/Rêzan

To say that you were everything to the Sorcerer would be an understatement. They had found themselves and their entire life turned upside down by your very being, your warmth and kindness endearing you to the Sorcerer.

You were their purpose, and their friend.

So it's surprise that when they rush to your side, panic and fear overtakes them. The tension is almost palpable in the air as they order, practically beg for others to secure your safety- to fetch the healers- to do something.

It's also in this very moment that they curse their own abilities, or lack thereof. Healing magic simply wasn't a big priority, especially when there were so many others who could look after your health and safety.

If only they had studied more - practiced more- perhaps paid more attention to their surroundings or kept a better eye over the many enemies of Arsur.

A gentle hand, your hand, frees them from the mental prison they were trapped in, lifting the weight of guilt and shame enough for them to focus on pouring every once of themselves to saving you.

You had saved them, been there by their side from the very start.

They had to return the favor, to repay you for all your trust.

Those sentiments ring through their head, repeated over and over again like a mantra as they feel a sharp pain in their skull. Hands trembling from the sheer amount of magic they were using.

The darkness, a very similar one you once saved them from sets its familiar claws into them, the Sorcerer collapsing besides you- their fists bunching up the fabric of your clothing. With what little strength they can muster, the Sorcerer pulls you to their chest, cradling their dying star to their chest.

Xelara/Xelef

The mercenary was a mess. Clever words had long left them by the time they reached your side. Instead there were only frantic, broken phrases of concern and orders to remain still less your wounds worsen.

It almost feels out of character for them, at least, for those who only knew the mercenary by reputation. Having lived the life they did and taking on a profession that exposes them to danger so very often; the Pale Sword had a relationship with death that bordered on being blasé. Even when other Crescent Blades fell in battle, their leader could keep a rational mind about it. For many, this helped to cement the band of mercenaries as relentless, a force to be reckoned with.

If only the gossip mongers and general public could see them now, form hunched over your own. The corner of their vision blurred from the stinging of tears threatening to spill.

They had expected an end like this for them, perhaps even desiring it over the withering they'd have to endure from aging, but for you? Nothing like this was supposed to happen to you. You were the Crown of Arsur. The leader of millions that all relied on you being safe and well. And, perhaps more importantly to the mercenary, you were also the keeper of their heart.

Were? No, you are the Crown of Arsur. And you will live through this. You have to. Otherwise...

The Pale Sword ends the notion right then and there, focusing on the present and being by your side. By now, they've done what they can for you, whether through what general first aid they know or through the healing magics of one of their Blades.

Moving you was out of the question, the very attempt to do so drawing a loud cry of pain from your lips. A wince of guilt burns in the mercenary as they pull back, trying to keep your focus on them instead of the carnage of battle.

The feeling of helplessness isn't an unfamiliar one to the mercenary, however, it's one that the Pale Sword despises to their very core. But what could they do for you that hasn't already been done? What could they do to ease your undeserved suffering?

What they do best.

Lie.

It only takes a moment for mercenary to pull their act together, a practiced, albeit softer smile, gracing their features. What would have been smoothed, honeyed lies of your condition fall flatter than they'd like. Your weak smile tells them as such, a weakened, forced laugh humoring the mercenary and giving them one last act of kindness they know deep down they do not deserve. Nevertheless, they embrace the comfort wholeheartedly, bringing the back of your chilled hands to their lips, their touch- their kiss, returning your gift with one last hug of warmth before the light in you fades away.

#a tale of crowns #sfw #atoc #angst #azad/ashti #dara/delal #rozerîn/rêzan #xelara/xelef #Trying a new format for my hcs to see what reads better- some feedback would be appreciated #My inbox has been empty for a long while so its nice to get my writing legs stretched since i have neg motivation to write without them #i cry inside every time i write atoc bc its the only fandom that gives me anxiety over whether or not characters are ooc #rewrite turned out better than expected though- so cheers to that!

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