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martianbugsbunny · 7 months

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Let's talk about Loki! Under the cut for the sake of those who have not yet seen Episode 2.

OKay so to start with, overall this episode of Loki was a pleasant surprise. Loki himself got to be serious and powerful and I enjoyed that. He's finally had a chance to shine in his own series. The way he played with magic, especially with the shadows at the beginning, was absolutely stunning, and I'm glad we're finally diving into his magical abilities more. He had just the right amount of menace in his interactions with Brad, and the way he was softer and rather understanding when Mobius flipped out was a wonderful counterbalance. So far I'm liking this version of Loki where he's threatening to his opponents but genuinely caring towards his people, and I think whoever was in charge of writing him in this episode did an excellent job reinjecting some nuance and some authority into his character.

Mobius was a little weird at certain points; he's been an analyst for like a bajillion years or something so I think in-character he should've been able to handle reading the guidebook, but honestly he had a decent showing too. Using him as the levity...it's not a horrible decision if it's not going to become a recurring theme, because I don't want him to get dumbed-down, which he's not so far; his deducing that there was set-up was quite clever and I didn't see it coming. It worked in this episode partially because he was also doing some smart stuff, but also because it was offset by the bits of temper and vulnerability he displayed, which were both very well done in my opinion. It actually added another dimension to his character that I really like, and I think addressing that he's more afraid of "what if the life I was supposed to have is good?" than if it was bad is an interesting take, especially considering he seems to be in the camp of "it may be the life I was supposed to have, but it's not my life," because it's good for the show to be exploring those different avenues for the TVA workers, and because it makes Mobius a more unique person himself. I'm also kind of enjoying his little ruthless streak, ngl.

I like the dynamic Mobius and Loki have together right now. Them eating pie together and talking about Mobius's feelings was a lovely scene, and probably one of the most authentic we're going to see out of the entire season if I had to guess. They're working together very nicely; Mobius sort of letting Loki go off his leash with the magic at the beginning was neat, and I just adore the way their less-heroic tendencies are playing off of each other (such as in the Brad-in-the-box scene). I think that makes sense for them, and I'm not looking for these guys to be heroes of pristine reputation, or even heroes at all, just guys who are trying to hold what little they have left together, so it's really hitting the spot for what I expect of their personalities melding together.

(Also, I'm now pronouncing Casey and Ouroboros a ship, although I doubt I'm the first one. The idea of OB being a celebrity to this one guy, and only this one guy, is pure gold.)

I will say, there's still a little much of the MCU-brand hokeyness in the show for my taste. There doesn't need to be something to laugh at every couple of minutes (not that I'm really laughing, because I'm tired of that style of writing by this point). The story can stand on its own without the forced comedy, and if it can't, then the comedy is only going to annoy people further. This is kind of serious stuff, and although I'm not against having some lighter moments or some comedic relief, I could live with Loki actually taking itself more seriously. But, like I said, this episode did feel more genuine to me, so it's not all jokes and quipping.

I'm still not a fan of Sylvie. Her existence annoys me because the female-Loki premise is obnoxious, and she feels so much like every other female character out there she doesn't really have the personal qualities to redeem the premise. Also, I find Loki's obsession with her strange, as she's mostly only been a total bitch to him and clearly wants nothing to do with him. (Which in itself is weird; her acting all butthurt at him in this episode like he was the one who pushed her through a time-door or something was like...what the heck? If somebody can explain that to me, please do, because I feel like I've either missed or forgotten something that would make it make sense.) I find her "normal life" as an 80s McDonald's employee strange, also, because that's...that's not the kind of normal she would envision. Her "normal" should be something regular on Asgard, because she's not a human dreaming of a normal life, she's an Asgardian dreaming of a normal life, although I do understand that according to the rules of the game there's probably not an Asgard where a Loki is welcome...yet Lokis are shapeshifters, so she could sneak in one anyway. That's probably a little nitpicky, I can recognize that.

So, yeah. There we go. This episode of Loki actually raised my expectations for the rest of the season, which is a nice surprise for me. I didn't think I would enjoy any part of this show so much, because the first season really didn't have a moment like this where I went huh. this is pretty good. I hope this episode being so good isn't an anomaly, because I was a huge fan of Loki in Thor, Avengers, Dark World, Infinity War, and I want to be a fan of him again in this show. If the writing stays this good (or gets even better, perchance?) I may end up considering myself a convert.

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kolsmikaelson · 2 months

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— ANAKIN SKYWALKER NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES - i’ve never wrote for ani before so i hope this is okay :)

WARNINGS - nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader, not proofread so ignore typos!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if theres time, he’ll run a bath and clean you both up, get you some water and then take you to bed, but if not he’ll still clean you up and ask if there’s anything he can do before you get back to what you were doing

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if he had to pick it would be his hands (or maybe im projecting). and on a partner i think he’s a boob guy honestly, doesn’t matter what size he’s still obsessed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves when you squirt, he loves that it gets all over him and he also loves to come on your tits

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves it when you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it, he thought he’d only be into it when he was doing it to you but the first time you did it to him, whew let’s say something in him changed that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not super experienced, he was only ever with padme before you and they never had much time to have sex but he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

doggy, he loves that he has such easy access to slap your ass but also reach around your front and rub your clit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not scared to be a bit goofy with you, it’s not very often when it’s completely serious the whole time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed, he likes to keep it trimmed and neat for not only himself but his partner too

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s loving and caring, will always make you get off 1-2 times before he even thinks about getting off himself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it often, would rather you do it for him or fuck you than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit kink, choking (force choking mostly),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his speeder. it’s usually in the middle of the night when everyone's in bed asleep already or during the day when there's just enough time to get away with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing that pleading look on your face when asking him to fuck you, he gives in so easily

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing with bodily fluids (minus spit and cum), he won’t do anything where your face is covered in any way because he loves seeing the pleasured looks on your face way too much

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. he’s a god at giving head and he knows it, but he wont turn down a blowjob either

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s honestly a mix of both, it just depends on his mood. if he got back from a rough mission he’ll be fast and rough but if it was im the morning after you both wake up he’ll go slow and take his time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s obsessed with them, he’ll pull you to the side just before leaving for a mission

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh yes, he loves to experiment with you, he’ll be up to try anything once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-4 rounds, he’ll take a few minutes between each round to check on you and get you a glass of water before continuing

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes! he has a couple of his own but he also keeps a couple to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he prefers to tease you over you teasing him, anakin loves seeing you get all riled up

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud but not super quiet either, he mostly moans right next to your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves fucking your face, whether it be with his dick or a dildo it doesn’t matter he loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i’m thinking he’s a good 7 inches and well groomed. he likes to keep it neat down there

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high. he’d keep going until he passed out if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he already has issues sleeping so it takes him a while to fall asleep afterwards

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venusbby · 1 year

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be mine

♡ characters/pairings: mikage reo x reader (bffs2lovers)

♡ warnings: everybody is an adult since this takes place in a club, cursing, reo is lowkey a flirt, mentions of drinking (not reader or reo), mentions of speeding, lmk if there's anything else. not proofread, sorry if there are typos! have a good day.

🍁 summary: when approached by others in a club, reo lies that he has a girlfriend— which backfires when you realise that you're the said girlfriend.

reo wanted to go home.

he was the one who dragged you to this place and right now he really needed you to come back from the restroom and drag him back home.

'sorry, i have a girlfriend.'

he'd repeated this phrase about five times now, enough for him to make himself believe that he really does have a girlfriend when he actually came with you— his bestfriend.

and this is the first time tonight that a person hasn't backed off even after he repeated the phrase.

she was pretty, yes. high heels, silky hair, and long nails that threaded through his hair without his permission— that sort of thing. and reo wanted nothing to do with that sort of thing.

the club was loud and crowded and maybe, just maybe if he tried to get lost in the crowd and basically get away from this unknown woman it would work.

but you'd come back and reo wouldn't be there. and then you'd both search for each other. it was too much of a hassle. the only solution was to pray to anyone out there to send you to him as soon as possible.

of course, in the midst of this tipsy lady pressing up against him and the bar becoming more and more occupied, reo unfortunately hadn't thought it all through.

so when you finally did arrive, reo had zero control of the situation.

"sorry i took so long—" you paused in the middle of your loud sentence, watching the scene unfold in front of you with a deep frown. "what's.. going on?"

"finally," he nervously chuckled, hand awkwardly wriggling out of the other lady's grip as he stepped closer to you. his eyes quickly darted towards the person beside him and he looked at you again. damn it, why was he so bad at signals? "i was almost gonna come and find you, babe."

"so you're his girlfriend?"

the slurred words tumbling out of the girl's mouth and reo's response made you guffaw, and just then you felt his hand on your lower back. you whipped your head in his direction. he bit his lip. "what?"

he was thankful you spoke in a low voice that only he could hear. it also helped that he was closer to you, which made it easier for him to lean in and whisper loudly. "she's drunk. wouldn't leave me alone even when i lied to her that i had a girlfriend. the fuck could i have done?"

"you shouldn't leave your pretty boyfriend alone like that," she rolled her eyes, noticing the way reo was awkwardly staring between you and her, unable to speak in the middle. she only smiled at him and shook her head. "you deserve better, reo."

"repeat that?" you couldn't believe the audacity of this woman.

you weren't dumb. judging from the way she was staring at reo and how he was suddenly so close to you, it was quite obvious what was going on. reo might have just pulled the both of you into a deep pile of shit, and you would like to smack him in the head for that in the car, but you had to save him somehow in the moment.

you narrowed your eyes. "don't you think you should focus more on how much you've been drinking instead of trying to talk to my boyfriend? back off."

reo's eyes widened a bit as he heard your annoyed tone, and he resisted the urge to laugh when the girl couldn't even form a proper sentence.

you sighed while taking in her state, taking reo's arm that was around your waist and slipping your hand into his. "hope you get home safe."

there was nothing left to say, and you stormed off while simultaneously pulling your fake boyfriend with you, your hands tightly locked as you pushed through the sweaty crowd.

you couldn't help but send a glare his way when he opened the car door for you outside. "so sweet of you, babe."

reo's face reddened, and he tried to convince himself that his unusually fast heartbeat (one he mostly felt during games) was because of the rush inside the club, and not because that word sounded so good from your lips. (even when you said it sarcastically.)

"'m sorry," he shrugged when he sat beside you in the driver's seat, pulling his seatbelt. "i used that line on almost everyone tonight, but she was the only one who wouldn't go away."

offended, you turned to look at him. "are you flexing about how many girls asked you out? you cannot be serious."

he rested his hands on the steering wheel, raising an eyebrow. you noticed that his hair had gotten loose from the hairtie that held it together a few hours ago.

it was infuriating that he would use you as a fake girlfriend when you've been hiding your feelings for him the whole time— as if you were his last option. but this was reo.

staying mad at him was never a successful task. especially when he looked at you like that.

"oh, you're still acting like im your boyfriend," he spoke, finding it cute that you wouldn't look him in eye when he said that. "jealous much?"

"shut up, reo. get me home."

he grinned, starting the engine and placing his hand on your knee. "you should've known by now that i love it when you get mad."

you scoffed quietly, "you're annoying."

"and you're hot when you're angry."

reo purposely revved the engine once he said that, pulling out of the narrow lane— robbing you of your chance to react instantly.

while you tried to understand whether what you heard was correct, he licked his lips in an attempt to stop himself from smirking.

"did you just say what i heard you say?" you asked, baffled. the road was almost empty due to it being past midnight, and it made you feel like reo could probably hear how loud your heart was pounding against your ribs. thankfully it was dark enough on this side, because you were pretty sure that your face was warm.

reo whistled, joking, "nobody's out here. should i speed?"

"don't just fucking ignore me," you said, still shocked.

reo's thumb hovered in small circles over your knee. he shrugged. "you're so mean, that's probably why you should be my girlfriend, then nobody will bother me."

you were debating whether this man was drunk out of his mind too.

"very funny," you chuckled, staring out of the window to watch as the street lights fluttered by, hearing the car's satisfying sounds. god, this nervousness was making you sweaty. reo was never this smooth.

he stopped the car at a red light seconds later, taking the one minute granted and looking at you. "im serious. be mine."

"no, what— no!"

"no?" he repeated your answer.

"i mean," you took a breath, "that's not how this works."

"then let me take you out."

"i thought you were joking?"

"nah. i don't have a girlfriend because there's no one like you."

tonight was just full of surprises, huh?

"reo, are you for real?"

he nodded, "believe me or not. I wasn't planning on telling you tonight, but it just happened."

just as you opened your mouth to speak, the green light was on. reo brought his attention back to the road and left you quietly thinking.

it made no sense. but you were feeling this weird tightening in your stomach and reo's hand was still on your thigh and you weren't sure if you wanted to talk further because you might just end up looking like a fool.

"chill. you don't have to say anything right now." he assured, gaze traveling from you to the front of the car in the span of five seconds. he was almost in your building's parking lot. although he hoped for something more, he wasn't going to pressure you into replying. anything but that. maybe it was time to prepare to lose a good friend—

"day after tomorrow." you interrupted his thoughts, eyes still on the view outside the window. it wasn't a good choice to look at him and his stupid pretty smile right now.

but reo looked confused. "huh?"

"im free day after tomorrow. let me know what time you're coming." you said softly, tapping his hand to let him know that he can stop the car.

he stayed silent, staring hazily as you grabbed your purse and unlocked the door to leave.

once you closed the car door from the other side, you leaned against the window. "until then, you better keep telling the other women that you have a girlfriend, got it?"

the way reo grinned made your knees a little weak. "yes ma'am."

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siampie · 3 months

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Risk and Reward||Chapter 1: When I Met You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: You have a hard time settling into your new life but with new acquaintances and newfound friendships. You slowly find your footing.

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains smut (not sure, don’t know how to write it but I’ll try), angst, fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, childhood trauma

A/N: So, this is a first for me. Please be indulgent. I am no stranger to writing fiction. I’ve done it before just not on this platform. Also, this is my first time writing in 2nd POV and for Matt Murdock. There isn’t much of him in this chapter but I hope the small bits I have is as close as it is to his character. I did what I always do before writing fiction, read other writers' work and see how they capture the character and watched videos or episodes to get a good feel of the character. So, I hope you will like it. Feedback is welcome. And just enjoy! Also English is not my first language.

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

Song the title is referring to:

You gave me a reason for my being

And I love what I’m feelin’

You gave me a meaning to my life

Yes, I’ve gone beyond existing

And it all began when I met you

“Another day, another week.” You whispered to yourself as you stepped in the building where you work. You smiled quickly at the receptionist before making your way to the elevator. After you made the big move across the states, you were lucky to land a job as a proofreader in a publishing house. It wasn’t your dream job but it was the next best thing.

For as far as you can remember, you have always been taking care of your family. Many expectations and responsibilities were put on your shoulders from a very young age. So, when your brother stepped in and decided to move your father in with him, you felt some relief. A load was being taken off of your shoulders. You loved your family. But over the years, you had started to resent them slightly. You resented your father for being sick. You resented him for taking out his bad moods on you. You resented your siblings because they get to live their lives. You resented them for leaving you behind in the dust. You knew you loved them but you resented them. And you didn’t want to hate them. So, you left.

You made the move to Hell’s Kitchen, six months ago and you had big plans. First of which, was to properly kickstart your life. You didn’t think it would be easy. You knew it would have been a challenge but you didn’t think it would be that hard. After six months, you thought you would have made some friends or at least some acquaintances. But shy as you were, and as cautious as you were, making friends did not come easy for you.

You dropped your bag on the ground next to your chair. And dropped your coat on the back of it. Your desk was already stacked with manuscripts that needed to be proofread. You always started your day the same, first you read your emails and answered the most important ones. Then came coffee and then came reading with a red pen. You were to review any typos that may have somehow slipped past the author and the copy editor. You were also to review for issues like kerning and stacking and whether the running head is consistent. Proofreading was the last step before publication. You knew it was an important step, so you did it thoroughly. And you did it well. At least, you thought you did. Your boss had not complained about your work so far. And you took it as a good sign.

One of your coworkers stopped by your desk and softly called your name. You looked up at her. You knew her, you had barely interacted with her a few days before. She had long, red hair, that you loved, and legs for days. Her name was Amelia. A few nights ago, as you were leaving after workhours, she was standing outside of the building. A cigarette between her lips as she was looking for something.

“Excuse me?” She stopped you. You turned to her. “Do you have a lighter?”

“Yeah.” You nodded quickly. Your best friend from high school, had convinced you to buy a pack of lighter once. Telling you that it was the best way to meet people and to make friends. More precisely to meet your future boyfriend. “There you go.” You handed her the lighter.

“Thanks.” She lit her cigarette before giving it back to you. She took a long drag at it. The tension in her shoulders dropped. “I needed that.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled at her and turned to leave.

“You’re that new proofreader, aren’t you?” She asked you.

“Yeah.” And you gave her your name.

“That’s a pretty name.” She remarked. “I’m Amelia.”

“Nice to meet you.” Amelia was not a proofreader. She was an acquisitions editor. The one, literary agents would come to, to sell a book. The book landed in her hands first, and if they made it past her, they landed in yours last.

You stayed with her long after she finished her cigarette. You walked with her because it was dark out. And Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t the safest place to be after dark. And there was strength in numbers. Coincidentally, your flat and hers weren’t that far apart. So, you walked her home before going to yours.

After that, you had not seen or heard much of Amelia. You thought that was it. But there she was, talking to you.

“So, some of us are going to grab a drink after work and I thought that maybe you would love to join us?” She sat on your desk.

“It’s barely 9 and you’re already thinking about the end of the day.” You scoffed lightly.

“Well, I need something to look forward to.” Amelia laughed. “So, wanna come?”

Your default answer was ready to come out of your mouth. You were already making up excuses to not go. And then you stopped yourself. Why shouldn’t you go tonight? There was no one waiting for you at home. You had no obligations. It could be a fun night out; you could even make a few new friends. Might even start a new friendship with Amelia. After all, she came to seek you out. She wanted to invite you.

“Why?” You had not meant to ask this out loud.

“What?”

“Why invite me? We barely talked to each other? Why ask me?”

“You said you just moved here in Hell’s Kitchen, remember?” Amelia gave you a tight smile. And you nodded at her words. “I figured I do the nice thing and invite you to come with us. Since, you don’t really know anyone here.”

Now, you felt stupid. You could feel your neck and cheeks heat up with your embarrassment. Not everyone was going to hurt you. There were good people in the world, you had to remind yourself of that.

“Sorry.” You apologized quickly. “I—I would love to come.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nodded quickly.

“Good, I’ll come and get you when it’s time to go.”

You pressed your hands against your neck. If you could see yourself, you were sure there would be splotches of red all over it. Of course, you had to go and ask why? If “no” was your default answer most of the time, “why?” wasn’t too far behind. When your niece had first told you she loved you, your first answer wasn’t to say it back. It was to ask her why? And she had answered very sweetly: “Because you’re funny and you give the best hugs. And you always play with me.” And after that you never asked again. You only said it back. Because you did, you loved her very much.

You did not know why you did this. It was almost as though you did not believe that good things could happen to you. And if it did, it was not sincere. It was because someone wanted something from you and once, they got it. They’d leave you high and dry.

As the end of your day was nearing. Your anxiety was starting to get the better of you. You dreaded the moment Amelia would come and pick you up. You had agreed to it earlier because you genuinely wanted to. But now, all you wanted, was to go home. Not because you were drained or overstimulated. No, because you simply did not feel like going anymore. You were hoping she would forget about you. Or at least, it would have been cancelled.

It wasn’t cancelled. And you couldn’t just bail on them. It was the first time, since you arrived in Hell’s Kitchen, that you had been invited to hang out. If you bailed on them now, you might not be invited ever again. So, you went. And who knows, you might have some fun.

“Josie’s.” You read out as you stopped in front of the bar with Amelia.

“Yeah, it’s a dive bar, really.” Amelia told you quickly. “But the drinks good enough.”

“Okay.”

She pulled you in after her. You both stopped at the bar to order your drinks and she then took you to their table. It was a small gathering. You recognized a few people, there was the receptionist; Clara. Then, there was another proofreader, you had interacted with. Barely. His name was Sebastian and some other people. You sat next to Amelia.

As soon as you sat down, they resumed their conversations. You were a silent observer. You laughed at their jokes. You listened intently to what they were saying. And you were really brief when they asked you questions about yourself. And redirected the attention on someone else as quickly as possible. You did not want the spotlight to be on you.

While your coworkers were conversing with one another, you couldn’t help but glanced around you. Your eyes travelled over the numerous patrons in the bar. Bikers, blue collar workers and some white-collar workers. They were many. The bar seemed to be quite successful.

And then your eyes landed on him.

Dark haired, with red tinted glasses and a cane. His plump lips were begging to be kissed, his jawline was to die for. His hair looked soft to the touch and you were itching to run your fingers through them. His shirt was so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. You could tell that he was well built underneath it. And his smile—oh, his smile was the most beautiful, you’ve ever laid eyes on. It lit up his whole face. Made him look younger. He looked perfect in every way.

You quickly darted your eyes away. You did not want to be caught staring. However, it was too late. Unbeknownst to you, Amelia had caught you looking.

“So, you look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Amelia said as she pulled you to the bar, to grab another drink.

“I am.” You nodded. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“No problem.” Amelia nudged your shoulder. “Would you want to do it again sometimes?”

“Yes, but can we space them out?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” She snorted. “It’s only when the urge strikes.” And she turned away from you. She looked over her shoulder briefly. “So, someone caught your eye.”

“What? No.” You answered quickly.

“That’s not what I saw.” She smirked at you. Josie pushed your beers towards you. “You kept staring at glasses over there.” She waved her hand towards perfect man.

“No, I did not.” You protested while pulling her hand down.

“Oh, come on!” Amelia insisted. “It’s not a crime. He’s pretty and you have eyes. It’s okay to stare a little.”

“Stop.”

“But you know what would be even better?”

“I’m going to regret this.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “What?”

“If you spoke to the guy. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Rejection.” You simply answered.

“Well, rejection is part of the game.” She shrugged. You gave out a deep sigh, and put your chin in the palm of your hand. “You got nothing to lose and everything to gain.”

Nothing to lose? Easy for her to say. After all, she wasn’t the one who had her heart broken, so many times, that there was barely anything left of it. When it came to the matters of the heart, you did not think that the risks were worth it. Even if it was for a Pretty Boy.

Your eyes landed on him again, in spite of yourself. His eyes seemed to be on you and Amelia. Almost as though he was directly looking at you. But he was blind, right? That would be impossible.

“You’re staring again.” She teased you. And you turned back to the bar quickly.

“Drop it.” You told her sternly. “It’s not worth it.” Her eyebrows went into her hairline. “Plus, a guy like him would never go for a girl like me.”

“What? Beautiful and sweet?”

“I’m not beautiful. I’m not ugly but I’m not beautiful. I’m average at best.” You shook your head. “And I’m not sweet.”

Amelia looked at you baffled by your defensiveness over compliments. You acted as though she insulted you. She pushed your beer away from you.

“First, those were compliments and not insults. So, take them.” Amelia said. “And why would he go for someone else when he could go for you?”

“You’re being this nice to me over a lighter?”

“It’s not just about the lighter.” She told you. “You walked me home. You didn’t have to but you did. It was very kind and sweet. Thus, proving my point. You are sweet.”

“It was practical. My flat isn’t too far away from yours. And it was as much for your safety as it was for mine.” You shrugged. “It’s dangerous at night in Hell’s Kitchen.”

Amelia rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration. “You are going to take that compliment. I will beat it into you, if I have to.”

“That would be assault.”

“You thing you’re funny, uh?”

“I think I’m adorable.”

“Bitch, you’re testing my patience.” And that got a laugh out of you. She shook her head and laughed with you. “You really are annoying.”

“That’s more like it.” You grinned at her. “Want me to walk you home again?”

“Yeah,” She nodded and clinked her beer with yours. “We finish our drinks and then, we’re good to go.”

“Okay.”

She waved her finger at you. “But this conversation is not over.”

“What conversation?” You retorted, taking on a faux air of innocence.

Amelia glared at you which elicited a chuckle out of you. “Put a few drinks in you and you turn into a comedian. Who would have thought?”

“I could have mentioned it. Save you some time.”

“Do you need to have an answer to everything?”

“Should I answer that or--?”

“Oh, shut up.” And you snorted.

She raised her beer to her lips and toss it back. She gulped the rest of the bottle down and slammed it back onto the counter. Both of your empty bottles were left on the counter and you walked back to your small group of friends. On your way there, your eyes automatically found Pretty Boy, once again. Again, his gaze seemed to be on you and you dropped your eyes to the ground immediately. Feeling guilty that you were staring again, you let out a long sigh and muttered to yourself. “If he’s ever going for someone, it would be for Amelia.”

“There you go.” Amelia handed you your coat and bag. “What are you muttering to yourself again?”

“What do you mean again?” You asked stunned, blood rushing to your neck and cheeks. “You caught me doing that a lot?”

“You are not really trying to hide it.” Amelia shrugged. “So, what was it?”

“Nothing. It was nothing.” You pouted while you put on your coat.

“Was it about Pretty Boy?” She smirked at you.

“Oh, stop!” You said as sternly as possible with your lips jutted out in a pout. “It wasn’t about Pretty Boy.”

“Hmm,” She nodded smugly. “I’ll pretend I believe that.” She laced her arm with yours as you both exited the bar.

“He is really pretty.” You smiled shyly. Amelia’s shoulder nudged yours, as she giggled along with you.

“Next time, we see him. You’re talking to him.” You groaned at her words.

That night was the first time, you ever laid eyes on him. And you thought it would be the last time.

What were the chances for you to stumble upon him in this city ever again? He could be living outside of the city. Or it was only chance that brought him there tonight. And this was a once in a lifetime chance to meet the love of your life. And you blew it.

“Shut up!” You groaned as you slapped your forehead. “I did not blow my chance because there wasn’t one to begin with.”

“Voices in your head?” Amelia put down the lighter next to you.

“They’re really loud today.” You shook your head. “And you don’t have to bring it back all the time. You can keep it.”

“I won’t have an excuse to come and see you. anymore”

“You don’t really need one.” You sighed.

“True.” She smirked. “Wanna go to Josie’s tonight?”

“What are we celebrating?” You retorted.

“Nothing.” Amelia shrugged. “I thought maybe we could blow off some steam.” She shrugged and sat down on your desk. “Seeing as those last two months were kinda crazy.”

“Yeah, they were.” You agreed. “I mean we are nearing the end of the season.”

As it were in the publishing world, books are published in a three-season cycle: Winter, Summer and Fall. Winter season came to a close by the end of April and the datelines were getting closer. For the last two months, you and your team had been working nonstop. You and the author of the book you were proofreading, were going back and forth about editing issues he had. And his anxieties regarding the matter were also affecting you. Under pressure and anxious, you and your coworkers had no time to go back out.

“I could use the break.” You leaned back in your chair. “And a couple of beers.”

“It’s a date.” Amelia got back on her feet. “Meet you by the reception desk.”

“Yeah, see you.”

Amelia and you were on the sidewalk in front of Josie’s. She was smoking a cigarette before you both get in.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Amelia asked you.

“I like the smell of it.” You shrugged.

She took another puff before she elbowed your side. You glared at her. Her pointy elbow dug into your side painfully. “What’s that for?”

“It seems you’re in luck tonight.” She looked down at you. And with a jerk of her head, she indicated at something behind you.

You turned around and there he was. Tapping his cane on the sidewalk, holding the arm of a beautiful blonde. There was a man, blonde also, walking on his other side. Pretty Boy’s tie was loose around his neck and slightly crooked. A giant smile was on his face as the beautiful lady on his side threw her head back in laughter. You kept your eyes on their little group as they disappeared into the bar.

“Alright, tonight’s the night.” Amelia took a last puff out of her cigarette.

“What?” You turned to her confused.

“We agreed that next time we see him here, you would talk to him.”

“I did not agree to anything. You agreed with yourself.” You told her as she started to drag you toward the bar. “Amelia, stop!” You pulled your arm away from her.

“What are you so afraid of?” Amelia huffed in annoyance.

“Rejection. Humiliation. Mortification. Embarrassment.” You started to list out.

Sure, he was handsome. He was painfully handsome. And although, you had thought of his lips on yours, of his hands running through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Your hands flew to your ears at the thought. They warmed up as your blood rushed to them. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t talk to him.

“I’m perfectly fine with watching him from afar.” You said quietly, dropping your hands. “Can we go somewhere else, please?” You crossed your arms over your chest, making yourself as small as possible.

She dropped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her side. “We already here, so we might as well go in.” You started pulling away from her. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. Relax.” She pulled you back in and turned you towards the doors.

“Promise?” You put your pinky out.

“Promise.” She hooked her pinky with yours.

In most situations, you weren’t afraid to go after what you wanted. Of course, you had to pass it through a few people first. Just to make sure you were making the right decision. Especially, when it came to your job. But when it came to relationships—romantic ones, you never took the first step. You were always afraid that the people you wanted—you desired—wouldn’t want you back. Which explains your lack of experiences when it came to dating. And the disappointing sexual experiences you had.

You sat at the bar and ordered your beer. Amelia sat beside you but kept looking over her shoulder. You turned briefly to where she was looking. And surely enough, she was looking directly towards Pretty Boy and his friends. You sighed and turned back around.

“You promised, remember?” You told her. “Pinky promised. Those are sacred.”

“Yeah, I know.” She pouted and turned back around. “You’re going to regret it later.”

“Don’t I know it?” You exhaled deeply.

How many times have you let someone go before you were too afraid to speak? How much longer will you stay up at night wondering about what ifs? How much longer will you stand in the way of your own happiness? How much longer will you live in fear?

There was comfort in fear. It kept you on your toes. It told you where the edge was. It helped you survive. There was nothing wrong with fear. There were no broken hearts, no hurt feelings. It was safe.

And yet—you wished you could take that step. You knew you could. You’ve done it before. You left the comfort of your home. Of everything you’ve known to come here in Hell’s Kitchen. What was the worse that could happen in talking to him? Nothing, right? It was just talking. A simple conversation between two people. Or maybe, you would just give him your number. He could call you if he wanted to. If not—well, you would keep wondering why he didn’t call you. The thought of it was torture enough.

You glanced back over your shoulder at Pretty Boy. He was no longer sitting with his friends. His coat was still there on the back of his chair, but he was gone. You turned back to your drink, and sorrowfully starting to play with the condensation on your beer.

“What can I get you, Murdock?”

“Just another beer, Josie, thanks.”

You turned your eyes towards the voice. And there he was. So, much more handsome up close. His voice was nice and deep. Music to your ears. You turned your eyes away from him. Your heartbeat was now racing in your ribcage. You looked up at the ceiling, searching for some sort of answers.

“Hey, I’m gonna go out for a smoke.” Amelia announced slamming her bottle on the counter.

“I’ll come with you.” You squeaked out.

“You should definitely stay and enjoy yourself.” Amelia pulled her hair out of the collar of her coat. “I’ll be back in a moment. You should—you know strike up a conversation or two.” And she pointedly looked at the man by your side.

You gasped as she left. “You promised!” You called after her. “Pinky promised.”

“What did she promise?” Pretty Boy asked you. A grin plastered on his face.

You took a few minutes to answer, your eyes following Amelia’s exit out of the bar. And let out a breath. “To not make me do something I didn’t want to do.”

“And what was it? The thing you didn’t want to do.”

You couldn’t help the small grin that came onto your face before you answered. “Striking up a conversation with someone.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “Why not?”

“It’s kind of terrifying for me to—talk to people.” The blood was rushing to your chest, your heart was slamming against your ribcage.

“You’re talking to me now.” His voice seemed lower as he spoke.

You scoffed. “True. I am.”

“How does it feel?” His lips twitched up at the corners.

“Not as terrifying as I thought.”

He chuckled. And you smiled at the sound. “I’m Matt.” He extended his hand out to you.

You put your hand in his. Your breath hitched in your throat as your skin touched his. You cleared your throat before giving him your name.

“You have a pretty name.” He told you.

“You make it sound prettier.” You quipped back, feeling braver now. His eyebrows flew high on his forehead before he let out a laugh. You laughed along with him. “Nice to meet you, Matt.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He nodded, this boyish grin never leaving his face.

That was the night you officially met Matt Murdock. It wasn’t as daunting as you thought it would be. In fact, speaking with Matt came easy to you. His eyes were unseeing and yet, they were always on you. And for once in your life, you did not mind the attention.

You didn’t think anything life altering would come of it. If anything, you thought you were gaining another friend.

Little did you know…

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junnieverse · 8 months

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JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY ➳ P. SUNGHOON

➙ synopsis: your boyfriend sunghoon gets jealous whenever he sees you getting a bit too close to another member and he can't take it

pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader [ft. jake sim]

genre: fluff, a little angst

word count: 0.8k

request: " hi! can you write about hoon being jealous cause you’re being (platonically) flirty with your friend? like saying ily to each other, cuddling, taking couples pics etc "

warnings: not proofread (may be typos), not based on the Olivia Rodrigo song

a/n: here it is, I kinda changed it up and made hoon jealous because (y/n) was more 'flirtatious' with another member so I hope that's okay too, if not, just tell me and I'll change it to your liking as per your request :)

a/n (2) EDIT: the people who saw this as a hc, no you didn't. and I rewrote this because I was quite unsatisfied with it at first and so I decided to use what I had before and made it a oneshot instead.

You knew your boyfriend was someone who was always cracking a joke with friends, but you also knew Park Sunghoon was a jealous person.

Having dated for quite some time, he thought it through and decided to finally introduce you to his group members because they were not only his coworkers but also like a second family to him.

Ofcourse he wanted his the people he spent majority of his time with to like his favourite person.

You were able to meet his members and they absolutely loved you, some more than others Sunghoon noticed too.

Undoubtedly you were a very likeable person. You were kind, funny and outgoing, the perfect partner to him he would say but you were being a bit too kind to his members.

He at the very least thought you would simply be cordial with his members, he didn't expect you to be so close to them to the point where you would playfully banter and share inside jokes with them.

To be more specific, why did it have to be Jake, his best friend.

Sunghoon's jealousy was like a ticking time bomb.

Yes, he was upset to find out you were a Jake pc collector but he let that go.

And yes, you showed him the lego bouquet Jake made for you and despite his rage burning inside of him, he let that go too.

But this new friendship between you and his friend was driving him up the wall, he was bound to explode at any time.

At some point he did have enough of it and he confronted you about a post you made with Jake, having captioned it, 'out with my favourite person, luv u <3', you hadn't seen any harm in this platonic flirting whereas your boyfriend couldn't wrap his head around the fact that it you couldn't see anything wrong with it AND he felt like he was slowly losing you to his own friend.

You had came over to the enhypen dorm later that day to have a movie night with your boyfriend and passing by the kitchen, you notice Jake and excitedly give him a hug before sharing a handshake.

He let out a scoff not believing it, how could you have a handshake with Jake but not him, YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND?

"Well if you'll excuse us, I have a movie date with MY girlfriend." Sunghoon interrupts your conversation with Jake as he held onto your wrist and dragged you away into the living room where he had everything set up.

Everything was going just as he liked, you were both cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, you had all the attention on him and obviously, no Jake.

Or so he thought.

"Hey, could I join you guys if you don't mind. Ni-ki and Heeseung are out playing basketball but I felt like staying in today." he says scratching the back of his neck.

"Ofcourse Jakey!" you say right before Sunghoon was about to protest as you patted the seat beside you as Jake sat down getting comfortable.

JAKEY?! Sunghoon was fuming at this point, when did you even reach the nickname basis with him? He loved his best friend, he really did, but more than anything in the world right now, Sunghoon wanted to cuss him out for ruining your indoor date.

Looking over you at the end of the movie, Sunghoon turns to see you laying your head on Jake's shoulder peacefully asleep and that was his breaking point.

All that pent up jealousy and possessiveness he felt finally exploded.

"Yah! Are you trying to steal my partner from me? I'm tired of you always trying to take them away!" he quickly stands up as he yelled at Jake pointing an accusing finger at him.

The commotion had woken you up and before you could talk to your boyfriend he left the room to try and calm himself down.

Jake had felt bad for making his best friend feel this way, it obviously wasn't intentional, he just thought you were a great friend he made who he got along well with.

"I'm so sorry Hoonie, you know it was never my intention to make you feel like a third wheel of some sort, you're always my number one." you try your best to reassure him.

As angry as he was, he also knew he was at fault for lashing out on both you and Jake as well as not expressing how left out he felt.

It took alot in him to do it, but Sunghoon put his pride aside and apologised to Jake and ofcourse Jake apologised too, they knew they couldn't stay mad at each other anyway.

All you needed to do to keep your boyfriend happy was to make sure you gave him your undivided attention alot more and ofcourse showering him with all your kisses and compliments did just the trick to see his beautiful smile again.

"Wow, I have the most handsome boyfriend huh?" you tell him trying to fuel his ego as his ears went red and he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

"Gross." you heard a voice say turning to see Riki pass by making a disgusted face at the amount of affection you and Sunghoon gave each other.

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unsaidthingsj2e · 1 year

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Promise i don't forget all of my fault in this

Summary : After Jude broke your heart, he can't help but regret how he did it. Loosing his best friend of 10 years is not something he knows how to cope with

a/n : here is part 2 to this fic, probably not what you were expecting but i like it this way better!

english is still not my first language so if any sentence doesn't make sense or if typos are hiding in there, i apologize!! (+ this is even barely proofread sorry)

title is a lyrics from Best by Gracie Abrams

To the eye of anyone else, his life looked like a dream.

With his career predicted to continue its raising towards a legendary peak, a beautiful girl he genuinely was in love with at his side and a promise of everything going his way in life, it seemed like the equation was solved.

The thing is, it was solved, he found x, he had x but he also threw x away, thinking it wasn't necessary to his well-being.

The problem is, x was his ex-lover, ex-best friend, ex-childhood friend. When he made the decision to leave her behind, he thought he did the right thing.

Breaking her heart was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but he knew she wouldn't have survived seeing him with a new girl while still being in his life. He knew if given the option, she would've stayed at his side, as a best friend, a friend, an acquaintance. So in his mind, breaking her heart, leaving her with a lost soulmate was the best decision, for her.

He had not anticipated how much it would hurt him as well.

He spent the first week feeling unbelievably lighter. Lying to her, going out with his girl behind her back and cheating were not things he had enjoyed doing. He knew he had no right to be sad or even to complain about anything, being the one doing the cheating and not being cheated on.

He was certain if younger Jude could, he would find a way to travel in time and hunt current Jude down until the end of his days. She used to be so much more than an ex-lover.

Ever since primary school, she had been the only constant thing in his life. He had other friendships that he grew out of, he had girlfriends that wouldn't last enough time for him to even get attached, and he now had fans that would forget about him in a few months. But she was always there, and that's what made him think she was the perfect match for him.

He already loved her and they got along better than any other friends, he knew her inside out and still admired her, he already went through hell and back by her side. It made sense that what he was feeling was romantic love. And perhaps it was at first, or maybe it never was, he could not pinpoint the moment he realized he made a mistake and confused platonic feelings for romantic ones.

It's the fact that she realized so much faster than him that scared him, and that made the process happen so much faster. She managed to watch the light fade from his eyes before he could put a name on what was happening in his head when he looked at her. She noticed the nature of the blank stares he would be stuck in and deep down, she knew.

Tonight marks the third week since he broke her heart, and his guilt laced with longing is eating him alive. Because today was the 22nd of the month, day on which, every month without a miss, they would meet up one way or another to watch movies and gossip and catch up on lost time due to their busy schedules.

It had become a tradition since they were kids, Jude had to conceal football and school and ended up being able to spend less time with her. A June 22nd, she had voiced her worries of him forgetting her in the whole process, so he promised at least every month, she would get a night of his full undivided attention.

It was never just movies, some 22nd's were spent on her house's roof, stargazing while sharing terrifying thoughts about growing up, about feelings taking a meaning, others were spent driving around your hometown, signing along to their shared playlist.

But it always was on the 22nd. Twelve 22nd's a year, twelve nights to ensure their hearts were still each others.

Tonight's 22nd was the first one in eight years they weren't in each other's presence or on a videocall. On this 22nd, Jude decided he had to face his feelings. He was done hiding them and pretending this didn't affect him, he lost someone who was dear to him no matter who was to blame.

Coming home from practice, where his performance were mediocre at best, and ended in his coach voicing his worries about his mood and its affect on his stats lately, Jude was worn off.

Turning his keys in the door lock, his eyes fell down on the red phone cabin keychain he reluctantly kept after she forced him to. He had playfully refused to do so at first, claiming this was too much of a tourist thing to even just buy, let alone display on his keys. But she had argued that this would be a fond way to remember every place they had traveled to.

Not realizing he had been staring at the keys lost in thoughts for a few minutes, not making any moves to enter, a soft voice got him out of this haze.

"Jude, is that you?" He heard his girlfriend ask from the other side of the door, voice uncertain and fear audible

"Yes, yes it's me darling. Sorry about that I kinda zoned out", Jude rushed to explain while opening the door, noting how scary hearing the quiet sound of keys fumbling into the lock would've been from her point of view.

He stepped into his house, immediately face to face with his lover, whom he engulfed into a bone crushing hug almost as quickly.

"Today's the 22nd" he mumbled into her hoodie "It sucked, 'm feeling like shit and I did bad at practice"

One thing he made sure to do with any partner of his, was to make sure they both felt safe enough to share any thought, not wanting to hold the weight of any information by themselves. Therefore, he had told her everything about his feeling about his ex best friend, how much he missed her and everything about their moments ; including the 22nd tradition.

"Yeah, i figured you would- not do bad at practice, feel like shit i meant" she answered while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, simultaneously rubbing comforting circles into his back.

"I just- it's so frustrating. I'm the one who broke things off, I got the fucking good side of things and here I am whining about it.", squeezing her body harder, Jude tried another way to convey the emotions that invaded every cell of his body, feeling like words aren't enough. Before he could continue, she interrupted his rant.

"Jude, hun, we talked about this. You did break things off but it was needed, even she could tell things weren't the same anymore. But she was your best friend, shit like that hurts even if it was the best option at the time", this conversation was held almost every day, he was convinced his feelings were not justified because of the way he handled the situation.

"Yeah, I know, my feelings are valid and all this bullshit, doesn't mean it doesn't feel unfair" he moved from the embrace to take his shoes off, focusing on the task to avoid his lover's eyes "I mean, I miss her so much and it's so selfish considering she's probably in her head overthinking the authenticity of every moment we ever spent together, I'm literally a piece of shit". His shoe laces weren't cooperating, seemingly in sync with his conflicting emotions. With a groan, he gave up, throwing himself on the floor with his back on the door, his head resting on it, looking up the ceiling.

She gently crouched down next to him, rubbing his thigh in hopes to calm him down with the soothing movement. "I won't lie and say she's thriving right now, because let's face the truth, it definitely destroyed her-", at this statement, Jude banged his head on the door, "-but. But it was a shitty situation that needed to be dealt with in a shitty way. You missing her is not you being selfish, get that out of your pretty head."

Now on her knees beside him, she brought her other hand on his cheek, nudging him to make eye contact with her. Her gaze was full of empathy for his internal struggle, understanding his part, but also seeing hers. "Did you-" she stopped for a second when he finally looked back at her, eyes glossy, "Did you think about reaching out to talk to her? I'm aware you don't want to do it because you're scared she'd come back and end up hurting more. But. If not for you, do it for her? You haven't seen her since you broke things off, and she didn't even get the chance to talk, she probably is dying to find closure in a way"

"You're probably right, she deserves it. I'm just not even sure she'd want to meet up though. I wouldn't want to see someone who is as much of a dickhead as I am. Good motives or not, I did this badly." Jude did not lack self awareness concerning this situation. It's because he knows her so well that he knew the words he used would wound her deeply, although unintentionally.

Voice barely above a whisper, he shamefully admits, "Sometimes, I don't even want her to get closure. God that sounds so bad but. I don't want her to forget about me, about us. 10 years of friendship is a fucking long time, I don't want her to wipe this off her memory because I was an asshole"

Not even bothering to correct him, and uselessly try to convince him he isn't an asshole, she instead continued, "Please, talk to her, she probably doesn't want 10 years worth of memory to be tainted by this ugly night. And it's been due, for both of your sake." She felt helpless in front of her boyfriend's misery, and would do anything to help it be less intense and all consuming. "Don't let her spend her first 22nd in eight years all alone, thinking you hate her", slowly detangling his shoe lace and tying it back the right way, she moved to kiss his forehead. "Be patient and let her time to voice her thoughts, yeah?"

He stood up, and took his time to take the woman in front of him in, he felt incredibly lucky this exact second. Any other woman would be fuming with jealousy at the thought of their man going to see their ex-girlfriend that they've known for half their life. He hated to think that getting her had to come with losing his best friend. "Okay, yeah, okay i'm going then. I appreciate you so much for this, thank you for understanding."

a/n : you guys : "part 2 w reader living her best life n Jude wanting her back!!"

me : "how about no?" i actually wrote about 6 different start to this but it always felt off, knowing how brutally Jude left reader?

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham angst #footballer blurb #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham x you

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blue-slxt · 10 months

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Punishment

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: This was requested by an anon and honestly, thank you to that person for the inspo because this really scratched an itch in my skull. This isn't proofread so if you see any typos, no you didn't. Anyways, I hope you guys like this. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: Explicit Smut, P in V, Spitting , Dom!Lo'ak, Creampie, Degredation Kink, Praise Kink, Exhibitionism, Fingering,

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Lo'ak gives Ao'nung a gentle reminder about who you belong to.

Talking with Ao’nung was always…odd. Sometimes it was tense and awkward. Most times he would crack jokes that would make you cringe.

Other people would say he was trying to flirt with you. You didn’t think so. Flirting was supposed to be smooth and charming. Ao’nung never struck you as either of those things. Especially since you had grown up with him, you saw all his most awkward stages and phases.

You know who was smooth and charming? Lo’ak. Now, he always made his intentions very clear with you and he never failed to turn you into a swooning mess.

The thing that really struck a chord with you about him was how possessive he could be. Normally, that was something you hated in a man. You had lost count of how many men you had rejected for behaving that way. But the thing that made it different with Lo’ak? The way he chose to handle his jealousy. He didn’t yell, he didn’t fight, or anything of the sort. What he did do? Fuck you until you forgot your own name.

Today was going to be no exception.

He found you at the secluded section of the beach that was supposed to be reserved for just the two of you, but you weren’t alone today. Ao’nung was standing in front of you and it made his blood boil in his veins.

“You know, you always were good at finding the best spots for having a little privacy” he said looking over you hungrily. He doesn’t even notice Lo’ak coming up behind you.

His hands rested on your waist as he pressed his chest into your back.

“What you two talking about, yawne?” He asks into your ear.

It makes you stiffen with excitement feeling his breath on the shell of your ear and knowing that you were in for a punishment. Lo’ak was never the type to really care if you spoke to other men, so long as it was kept strictly friendly. But he knew that it was never fully just friendly when it came to Ao’nung. Not to mention, he was here at your secret spot. That, he could not let slide.

“It’s none of your business.” Ao’nung frowns at him.

Lo’ak shoots him a look, “Anything involving my mate concerns me. She is mine. Got it?” His grip on your body tightens. “All of her, especially this.” One of his hands travels past your waistband and cups your pussy. The bold move makes you jump, but also makes you incredibly wet. Ao’nung swallows hard as he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your blushing face and half-lidded eyes. Your breaths are coming out as small pants.

“You nasty girl. Are you getting wet from being watched?” He coos teasingly in your ear while he drags his fingers through your slick.

You whimper under his teasing but he won’t accept that. “Use your words, yawne.” He orders as he pushes one finger into you.

“Y-yes…”

“You know what to do.”

You immediately knew what he wanted. He asked the same thing of you through every punishment. You untie the strings of your top and Ao’nung is the one blushing now. He’s confused about this whole situation, but most of all, why he’s getting hard right now.

You shimmy your loincloth down your thighs until it falls around your ankles and you step out of it. Standing here fully bare in front of Ao’nung made it hard for you to meet his eyes even though his gaze was completely transfixed on you. You sink to your knees in the sand while Lo’ak circles you like a predator.

“On your hands and knees.”

You do as you’re told and keep your eyes trained on the ground below you.

“You see this?” Lo’ak says to Ao’nung. “I’m the only one who can make her act like this. Isn’t that right, yawne?”

“Yes sir” your voice is meek and small to align with your current state of submission.

Lo’ak kneels behind you and crouches over you with his fingers trailing over your wet cunt. “Maybe we should demonstrate for your friend.” He emphasizes the word ‘friend’ inserting his finger into you again. “Tongue.” You tilt your head back towards Lo’ak and hold your tongue out. A long line of his spit rolls off his tongue and into your mouth. You swallow and open your mouth for him to see. “Good girl.”

He easily undoes the knot on his loincloth for it to fall off him. He pulls his finger out of you and lined up his tip with your entrance. “Now, tell him who you belong to.”

“I belong to you” your embarrassment makes you mumble the words at the ground.

“Oh, you must not want it as bad as I thought” Lo’ak backs away from you ready to deny you your pleasure.

“I belong to you, Lo’ak!” You say louder this time and look Ao’nung dead in the eye. His ears twitch and his loincloth is about to be torn in half from how hard his boner is pressing against the fabric.

Lo’ak smirks to himself looking at your dripping cunt on full display for him and how your hole clenches in anticipation for him. He slowly sinks himself into you and your head falls back finally being filled.

He sets a slow, but steady pace watching your ass bounce back against his hips. Every thrust pushes a new moan from your lips. Your eyes squeeze shut taking in all the stimulation.

Lo’ak reaches forward and holds your jaw to bring your face back up, “Look at him. Look at him and tell him who gets to fuck you like this.”

“You do, Lo’ak” your mouth is agape and you’re panting heavily. Lo’ak speeds up his pace.

“And whose dick do you love the most?” he growls behind you.

“Yours, Lo’ak!” His pace speeds up even more so that he’s full on pounding into you. Ao’nung can’t tear his eyes away. As much as he hated to know that he would never have you, he couldn’t help the way that seeing you so fucked out of your mind right in front of him made him dizzy with lust.

“And who gets to fill this pussy?”

“You do, Lo’ak! Only you!”

He leans forward so his lips are right next to your ear, “Now beg me for it in front of his face. Beg me just like you always do, you fucking slut.”

Lo’ak’s word is law right now. There is no denying him. Your eyes lock on Ao’nung’s whie you speak your broken words. “Please Lo’ak! Please cum inside of me! I need it! Make my pussy drip with your cum!”

Ao’nung can’t help the way he bites his lip listening to your vulgar pleas. He had always dreamed of hearing your sweet voice say such filthy things. “That’s right, baby. Just like that. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.” Lo’ak neared his peak just as you finally fell into yours. Your whole body shook as he continuously drilled into your sweet spot.

With three more sloppy thrusts, he came inside of you filling you with all of his hot, sticky seed.

“Fuuuck” he groans while gripping your ass cheeks.

You fall to the ground since your body was exhausted from the force of your orgasm. Lo’ak stayed on his knees just watching as your body intermittently twitched from the aftershock.

“Remember that next time you try to move in on what doesn’t belong to you, reef boy.” He smirked up at the Metkayina who was still frozen in place and had a huge dark spot on his loincloth from where his precum had stained it.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #awow #avatar smut #avatar fic #lo'ak #loak #loak x reader #loak smut #loak sully #atwow loak #loak fic #avatar loak #loak fanfiction #avatar twow #atwow #awow smut

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thepro-lifemovement · 11 months

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https://womensmentalhealth.org/posts/abortion-does-not-increase-womens-risk-for-suicide/

This article is quite confusing because they claim abortion didn't raise suicide attempts, but then say that nearly 3% of women attempted suicide after their abortion. They claim there wasn't an increase in attempts.

"Among the 48,990 women who had an abortion, 1402 (2·9%) had a first suicide attempt after an abortion. In this group of women, the risk for making a suicide attempt was the same during the year after the abortion as during the year prior to the abortion, confirming that having an aborton did not increase risk for suicide attempt." (I just realized they made a typo with "abortion").

So about 3% had a first suicide attempt after an abortion, but they claim they had the same risk of suicide attempts before? They claim the risk was the same, but three percent of those women actually attempted to take their own life after their first abortion. They also claim that they were just as suicidal before as they were afterward. So abortion did not improve their mental health immediately afterward, either. What factors were causing these women to be suicidal before their abortion? What factors were causing these women to be suicidal after their abortion? What was causing 3% of these women to actually attempt suicide for the first time after their abortion?

"While abortion itself did not increase risk for suicide attempt, the researchers did observe that, as a group, women who had an abortion had about a 2.5-fold higher risk of non-fatal suicide attempts compared to women who did not have an abortion. This suggests that women seeking abortion are a vulnerable population, and that we need to provide additonal supports to this population." (They made another typo with the word "additional." Whoever wrote this did not proofread).

They say abortion did not increase the risk for suicide attempts and then immediately say the women who did have an abortion were 2.5 times more likely to attempt suicide compared to women who didn't have an abortion. Yes, women who seek abortions are more vulnerable and that's why emotional, financial and physical support for pregnant women is so important. This is why Crisis Pregnancy Centers and After Abortion support exists to help these vulnerable women.

I looked at the actual study they were talking about and it says in the conclusion: "We found that women who had abortions had a higher risk of non-fatal suicide attempts compared with women who did not have an abortion. However, because the increased risk was the same both the year before and after the abortion, it is not attributable to the abortion." How can the increased risk be the same the year before the abortion and the year after when they say there was a higher risk? They also don't even mention fatal suicide attempts at all, like my studies did. They only focused on first time abortions and first time non-fatal suicidal attempts. What about fatal? This study is inconclusive and doesn't really compare to my other studies I have linked because this one only focusses on first time abortion patients and first-time suicidal attempts. It excludes women who had suicidal attempts before and women who have had actually succeeded in their suicide attempt. And it even says they were about 3% more likely to actually attempt suicide the first time ever after having an abortion, and then they claim this didn't increase their risk for suicide. They did not include further suicide attempts women may have taken after their abortion since they were only focused on the first time attempt. I know it's trying to say that abortion wasn't the contributing factor, but how do they know that? To me this just shows that women who seek abortion need better support that they weren't receiving over there in Denmark.

I'm looking at the data in this study:

Those who didn't have an abortion had a rate of first suicide attempt of 2.03 compared to those who within a year after abortion of 8.63. And those who gave birth had a first time suicide rate of 1.22, which is lower than every other category. Now this only accounts for first time attempts, and other suicide attempts could occur after the abortion that aren't included because they're not first time attempts.

One big problem I have with this study is they think the 2.5-fold isn't significant, but it means women after the abortion were 2.5 times more likely to attempt suicide. My studies include maternal deaths from suicide, while this one only includes non-fatal suicide attempts. It would be better if they also included fatal suicide attempts, as well.

-Sarah

#anti abortion #pro-life #prolife #pro life #abortion #ask #asks #I wish you sent me all of the links in one ask instead of spamming me #or just reblog my post #data #suicide #suicide mention #suicide tw #death

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the-ghost-king · 1 year

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I spent about two hours on this over the past couple of days in total, and I'm sure I've missed a few things and I guarantee that some of my opinions will not be shared by others and that's okay. I'm comfortable with people adding on their own thoughts and feelings and continuing on a conversation if they wish to.

Before I truly begin: this book isn't bad, that doesn't mean it's good it just means it's not bad. I think this book is both wonderful and awful, this book is both exactly what I expected and unlike anything I could have come up with. I will also clarify before you read this that I have never personally enjoyed any of Oshiro's work I've read, if you're someone who enjoys Oshiro's body of work there may be many places you disagree with me and I would like to note that ahead of time. I would also like to note that these are simply my initial thoughts, I finished TSATS two days ago and I have done some thinking and pondering over it since and these are the conclusions I have reached in that time. I cannot say how much of this I will agree with in a week, or a month, let alone three, or a year. I considered writing an essay and then decided a bullet point list would be sufficient, there is no order to these bullet points and some conversation points move in a circular way, I did not proofread this either. Also be aware there will be spoilers. Without further ado, my thoughts:

- Hades is weirdly ooc plus having him be responsible for this and him knowingly harming Nico and Nico just being like "oh ok i understand" undoes so much of the relationship progression from Pjo to BoO to ToA to here!!! Hades is still a god yes but he was becoming something of a father figure to Nico as well again and he just throws that all away because Nyx and Bob were "being annoying" and Nico is just… fine with that??? And they just jokingly brush the whole Hades loved more Bianca thing under the rug WITH MARIA RIGHT THERE

- Why are we reintroduced to Persephone like she's a new character? Sure it's from Will's pov and they've never met but the readers have met Persephone multiple times before!! It was weird to reintroduce her!!

- Worst editor ever, a few typos and apparently some copies have Nico saying his mother is Bianca? He also calls his mom Maria instead of mom or mamma? And we've only ever heard nico call maria mamma before this point so him calling her mom is less weird than him calling her Maria but still off

- Will… still doesn't have a personality entirely and what personality he was given does not match the personality he has in ToA OR in BoO??

- Once again, I don't like Oshiro's pacing and you can tell how hands off Rick was with the whole thing - I've never personally been a fan of Oshiro's work and one of my top reasons has always been their terrible pacing. I will read a phenomenal paragraph and then spend the rest of the chapter struggling to find anything that feels worth my time, and while i felt within chapter there was a fair bit of consistency between different chapters there was not- i would read one chapter that read well and felt amazing and then the next 3 chapters would feel like useless side plot that served no purpose. Oshiro also really struggles to maintain tempo in their work imo.

- Characters defining their sexuality in explicit terminology or labeling isn't inherently wrong but its also not in line with what we've seen so far and while this could be a sign of progress it could also be a step back so instead it's best to consider how this effects or determines characterization

- Nico's coming out party…. God… why?

- There's also this weird thing with so much of the sexuality/gender stuff that it feels more like a lecture than an authentic experience, for me personally based on the flow of these conversations and the events and things i feel like it was done to make this more palatable for a cishet audience rather than to maintain and authentic experience??

- Anyhow the thing where Nico kind of makes Will come out in front of camp is giving me love simon flashbacks and i just have to say making someone come out to a large group or in public just to be with you is so so gross… there was no reason for this to be a plot point whatsoever imo, it feels really ooc and it does that really upsetting thing lots of ya books do where it tries to depict that in order to be authentically and "properly" queer one must be public in their grsm orientation which i think is a pretty harmful/hurtful idea overall but especially in media designed for preteens and teens who are more likely to be living in environments where coming out is unsafe

- None of the jokes land

- Literally they have the worst nicknames for everything. I liked the cringe otherwise, it did have young teen relationship vibes… but that was unforgivable to me personally but i guess other people liked this? To each their own!

- On that note! I've talked a lot about Solangelo being two sides of the same coin in terms of how their relationship works and while symbolism would have been nice straight up seeing Nico given a coin by will was also cringe and too far? Nico gave Will his ring, this thing that we've built up over the series to view as a representation of his grief and loss and his family and love and home and a culmination of Nico and Will gets nico… this coin he just seemingly had made that has almost no symbolic meaning beyond that? Nico's ring is basically a character unto itself, not only does giving a physical object and having Nico outright state the symbolism of it ruin the "show don't tell" logic of authoring it also feels hollow as the reader has no connection to this object like Nico's ring. There was no reason for this other than to make an equivalent exchange which is kind of a sucky way to weigh a relationship… it could have been better for Will to give nico something from his past as well and to have the piece come up in a memory or something OR for will and nico to have exchanged these gifts at some point on or just before their journey so the reader got to experience this connection as well

- Will's pov was kind of trash actually

- Why doesn't Will ever talk about finding Nico attractive?

- We never have it explained what exactly makes Nico a "star" ..? Like its constantly alluded to or even stated he is a star but we never actually get to see why

- Will never really "goes dark" the sniffles are not dark, dark would be like straight up plaguing them or having some sort of ability to radiate heat and blast things or craft his own weapons out of light or just something beyond singing and having the heart blast effect thingy…

- Their relationship is stated they've been together a year and trauma can definitely change things but for whatever reason their relationship feels more new and raw and tender than it did in ToA??? Why??? They do not feel like two fifteen/sixteen year olds who have been in a relationship for a year, they feel like two thirteen year olds who've been in a relationship for three months?

- I also personally feel conflicted about them not having a major kiss scene? Like on one hand it's nice to see queer couples treated like any other couple and kisses to be fairly casual mundane interactions! But on the other hand being a queer couple especially an mlm couple in a children's/ya series and being able to show physical affection is really quite uncommon tbh and I would have liked to see maybe a little emphasis at least on the first kiss that the audience gets to experience on paper just to sort of acknowledge that groundbreaking act? But maybe that's just me?

- Additionally speaking all of their prior banter is just.. gone..? They literally don't joke around except for 2 or 3 lines in the book despite previously being a very banter heavy couple? There is no reason they can't be both soft and comedic or have banter yet be tender to one another? It's like all the joy that was previously in their relationship was traded for arguing and bickering and this weird pettiness that feels ooc in general but especially from them?

- What was the plot point of going to Sally's house to send the iris message? Why was Sally brought into this? She's cool and we love her but there was no plot reason to add her? Even the percabeth iris message only minimally added to the plot

- Why is Will so bothered by death? Like I'm cool with him feeling weak in the underworld. I can respect that from a tension building pov and also being in the dark does go against his nature but like death is not something against his nature? He is well acquainted with death? People die in medical settings all the time i guarantee he has lost many patients and brushed shoulders with thanatos more than most people at camp + he lost A TON of siblings in the war he would have to be familiar with grief AT THE VERY LEAST but yet he seems to lamblike to all these things the whole novel I feel it weakens his character, the story, the plot, previous books, and his relationship with Nico- if they wanted him to have some reserved hesitations about death they could have done it much more tactfully but they didn't?

- I also hate every time some sort of discussion about him being a healer comes up because yes he is a magical exception that makes him a "natural born healer" but they take that too far imo, yes he is a magical exception but the way this stuff is worded gives this like "Will is such a good healer he never fails or breaks down or fatigues from it" and i just feel like it becomes an unrealistic and unhealthy example after a certain point and I would have loved to see that exploration that so many fanfic authors have done wonderfully about how Will is overworked and needs to learn to take care of himself before his patients just to add that depth to his character but Oshiro and Riordan just skip past this and again it feels like a massively missed plot point to give Will a deeper character

- It's also weird everytime Nico is like "Will always takes care of me now I have to take care of him" because again it just feels like such an unhealthy way to view a relationship… like if a partner gets sick 3x a year and the other partner is sick 5x a year partner A shouldn't be like "well now you owe me two sickness helpings" or something you know? Thats so petty and immature and unhealthy for a relationship and it's something that can be unlearned but also like if they've been together a year and they're supposed to be like a perfect fit according to what i think the symbolism was trying to get at (so much of this book feels like a rough draft not a final cut istg) then why is this even included anyhow?

- Also Nico is ooc at points, he seeks to heal others a lot of the time as well- Hades even mentions this, how even when Nico is offered something for himself he uses the gift to help someone else- this is a quality Nico and Percy (and Jason) all really consistently display throughout pjoverse EXCEPT Nico doesn't do this early on in the text?? He is unfazed by the nature of some things in the underworld (Will is right the fields of asphodel are perhaps more horrific in some way than the variations of hell provided in the underworld) and Nico is just like "yeah that's just how it is here" which kind of goes against that character trait + (though i may be confusing fanfic and canon here) didn't Nico and Hazel have a whole convo about how upsetting or painful asphodel is?? It goes on kind of even more so in this regard though where his regard for humanity seems significantly less so than in previous texts, there's something else as well i can't exactly put my finger on yet that also feels ooc … I'll keep thinking lol

- Once again to the "why is Nico a star thing" we have Nico constantly talking about how live exists even in the underworld and it's obviously intended to be a metaphor for hope and finding light in the dark and therefore a whole solangelo metaphor too but Nico brings it up and Will doesnt understand and then they argue (?) And then the metaphor falls flat because we never get to see this explored; we just have it Stated out loud a few times? Like there are many good explanations as to why this keeps getting brought up especially because we can also tie in how Will and Nico are alive down there or how Nico is seperate from the rest of the underworld because despite being part god he is also part mortal

- Once again Tartarus isn't actually scary and there's only so much "it's for kids" I'm willing to accept there, give it more Coraline please!!

- Again an issue with the Nyx thing, Nico doesn't agree with Nyx about who he is because Nyx cannot understand life and Nico can because he is mortal- Nico's mortality is a hugely defining aspect of his character because it sets him apart from the gods and the dead that make up so much of his life- in order to truly appreciate death and the afterlife you have to actually live and know life and change and things and the gods in their consistency are more like ghosts than anything

- It's also very irritating that this was never explored !!! So much of what makes demigods special in the rest of the series is their godhood and their connection to godhood, they are powerful because they are beyond human. However in Nico's fight with Nyx and some other aspects of Nico's behavior but most notably Nyx vs Nico is the culmination of this situation is that Nico's greatest strength throughout tsats is that he is mortal. He is powerful because he is human. He does all the things he does the way he does them because he is human. He is something beyond the gods' understanding because he is mortal- and that's all just swept under the rug for…? Honestly i have no idea why it makes no sense how that is a constant theme in this book yet it feels like the book falls constantly short of actually grasping that concept.

- And if you're wondering what the plot symbolism of Will being involved in all this is? I dont fucking know he doesnt have one he was kind of just dead weight the entire story!!! He was basically there just to help Nico pick some fruit and have dialogue with. I feel like Will was potentially supposed to represent how the "average person" would feel on this adventure but personally I feel if that is the case that I may be one of the worst people to understand that perspective as I have a peculiar and poetic love for death and dying.

- Plus when they're wandering through Tartarus's digestive tract (if you're reading this and you haven't read the novel yet or you didn't yet finish it, yes this is a thing that actually happens) and Will starts struggling with his memory, I would have loved to see the effects of that situation on Nico explored more as I would assume amnesia and people forgetting about him/leaving him would be a very difficult thing for him to deal with yet instead we're just told they passed stories back and forth and that made everything all right + not sharing much of those stories with the audience was again a missed character building moment for Will and a missed relationship building moment between them!!

- Them cuddling in the hut together and Nico wanting to wake Will up to share his nightmare was kind of cute though I will admit to that much

- I also hate how they put all this time and work into saving Bob and then Bob just fucks off into the sunset like everything is normal?? He just fucking dips like nothing even happened??

- Also people have been saying Will kissing Nico when he found out Jason was dead was wrong, and look idk if I'm personally going to go that far but I do think as a first kiss it's definitely weird than cute?

- I think Will's background and childhood could have been expanded on a lot more to make him an interesting character- we learn some about his life with Naomi before camp (and its nice to see her as a complete person and I think she has cool mom vibes for real) but I feel like the only adventure we get to hear about is him and his mom being in New York for concerts… what about other places around the country? what about the life he had with her when she wasn't touring?

- Along this same vein I feel like Will's behavior in the story not only doesn't match his behavior from the previous appearances he's made, but that for someone who seems to have spent a lot of time on the road getting to experience lots of different places (even if it was just the US, that's still pretty significant) I once again truly cannot understand his weird behavior about dead people and the underworld- its not only inconsistent with previous behaviors and beliefs he's exhibited but if he's been show so much diversity from a very young age he's probably naturally curious and inquisitive as well as naturally adventurous and outgoing- yet instead he basically just sticks his nose up at everything underworld-ish?? It not only weakens the plot, his character, and his relationship it also makes no sense with previous set ups AND it has no true culmination by the end of the story because we never truly see him accept or enjoy the underworld and what it has to offer he merely endures it.. so again, what was the point of him acting like that?

- Unpopular one: coco puffs are very cute but i find them unnecessary and completely over the top even for pjo and i can see them becoming annoying later on but that's just me personally.

Okay, I'm going to call it quits here. There's probably more I'll think to say later on but I feel this is a good summary of my initial thoughts. Weirdly enough, despite the negativity here, I would still recommend people read this book? I feel conflicted about whether or not the book belongs among my favorites, and it would certainly be the worst book among my favorites and/or recommendations for novels if I do end up feeling it belongs there. I have to say even despite as much as this book fails, I admire what it was attempting and I think like so many works in pjo before it there was a level of unrealized potential here amongst the text that will always be mildly infuriating. I feel very strongly that this book is a whole new era in Riordan's pjo verse, despite some aspects being "cringe" or some things being literary flops and emotional failures in my opinion, i do think this novel may be one of the most "mature" pieces in Riordan's collection- even in his and Oshiro's failure to bring MOST of their narrative full circle or to tie up their loose ends I can see what they're going for and I think having a taste of that potential really did something for me. I have read lots of books that leave me staring at the ceiling for hours in wonder and awe with a feeling i cannot describe as anything other than a "readers hangover" a desire to hold onto that book and to keep it beside me for a long time just to remember reading it, and I would pick it up many times through the following week or two just to rediscover certain parts, i have to say this book has definitely not been that. However I did spend a long time looking at the ceiling pondering it, and I do think I will reread it in the next week or so- but I have less a desire to return to the events of the novel and more a desire to simply upturn more stones in the landscape and find what I am missing. I want to say I hate the book, that it has no redeeming qualities, that everyone should simply leave it behind because of how awful and excruciating I found this novel- that wouldn't be accurate. I think this is the greatest book I have ever had the misfortune to read, I have never cared so deeply for a book I cannot stand. I absolutely adore this awful thing. I feel comfortable saying that for me, personally, percy jackson will never be the same again and that this book has completely changed the field and depth of my experience. I am literally failing to put into words how this book makes me feel. I suppose this book is my most wretched child and I shall cherish it dearly.

#long post #tsats spoilers #tsats #pjo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #ask to tag

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orangesaek · 1 year

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hi dear! how are you? :) i hope you're well & healthy!

i'm actually new to your blog and i think your fics are so cute ❤️ i was wondering if i could please request a scenario with doyoung falling in love at first sight with a fan during a fansigning event.

this idea came to mind after i watched a clip from one of his vcs with a fan. he couldn't stop smiling and telling her she's pretty, like he had heart eyes :') /jealous/

anyway, tysm in advance and happy new year!

pairings: doyoung x fan (3rd person pov)

genre: fluff

oh my god this is sooo long overdue 🥲 i hope you're still here 😭 anyway, thanks so much for this & hope this year has been kind to you so far!

a/n: I am not, in any way, affiliated with SM Entertainment. All the things I have written here are purely based on how I think video call events are being held.

also, sorry for any typo or grammatical errors 🥲 i'll try to proofread & correct any mistakes as soon as i find one!

DoJaeJung have just successfully wrapped up their media promotions for their official debut, and are now preparing for their first-ever video call event as one of NCT's newest (fixed) sub-units.

Despite already doing this many times as an NCT 127 member ever since the pandemic started, Doyoung still couldn't help but feel nervous each time because he couldn't possibly know what kind of fan he would be speaking with.

He's genuinely grateful to his fans, and he does love them with all of his heart, but all the crazy shit and cringey stuff some of them had asked him to do during the call in the past kinda left him wanting to protect the remaining dignity he has left.

"Are you guys all set? Just reminding you gentlemen that you will be doing 10 calls each today." one of the staff informed as Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo did some last-minute fixing to their apperance. Doyoung checked his teeth on his hand mirror, while Jaehyun and Jungwoo fixed their hair.

The three men exchanged a mouthed 'fighting!' as some of the staff went over to where they were waiting, and led them to their respective areas.

"Everything's working fine, right?" Doyoung politely asked one of the staffs who was adjusting the ring light in front of him.

"Yes, Doyoung-ssi. As usual, just 2 minutes for each fan. A translator and a staff will stay here to assist you and monitor your calls as well."

Doyoung thanked the staff and took in deep breaths to calm down.

"We'll start the first call now. Remember, 2 minutes. Don't go any more than that, alright? We'll take a quick break after the 5th call, don't worry." one of the staff that was assigned to him said. Doyoung nodded before the staff finally tapped the call button for the first fan on the list, the familiar ring on speakerphone making him feel all nervous again.

However, Doyoung greeted the fan warmly as soon as he saw their face on the phone screen. Despite feeling a bit nervous, he was still happy to see and talk to them even for just a really short time.

"See you~" Doyoung bid the fan goodbye before a staff covered the front camera and ended the call. He let out a soft moan as he stretched his arms wide, exhaling in satisfaction.

Doyoung remained seated on his chair and took a sip of water as he looked down on his notes before signing the first 5 albums. Aside from trying his best to do whatever his fans ask him to do during the call, he also took notes of the interesting things his fans tell him so he could actually make their signed albums a lot more meaningful.

For example, if a fan told him that they recently got a new job, he would scribble them down on his notepad, take note of the fan's name or nickname, and then include a congratulations or a word of encouragement to that fan in their signed album after the call.

No matter how trivial they are, he always wrote them down. He believes it's one of the ways he could show his fans that he's really listening to them. They made a huge effort to talk to him anyway (not to mention, the amount of money they spent just for a 2-minute call with him), it was the least he could do to give back, he thinks.

"We'll be starting the next batch now. Please be ready."

Doyoung took another sip of water before the staff tapped on the call button again for the next fan on the list. He honestly felt a little less nervous since the first 5 calls were just (thankfully) normal conversations.

"Last one and we're done for the day! I can already hear my delicious pork belly sizzling on the grill." his manager said in excitement. Doyoung chuckled lightly. They actually planned to eat out later with the rest of the boys (and their managers) to celebrate. He was looking forward to it as well.

Doyoung waited patiently for the fan to answer the call, feeling a bit worried as the phone was ringing more than thrice already and the staff was on standby, ready to end the call. Although they would still be calling her one more time if she doesn't answer the first time, he couldn't help but feel worried that she might actually end up missing the entire event. He just couldn't imagine how devastated she might feel after.

The staff was just about to tap the end button when the fan finally picked up the call. Doyoung choked on his own spit as soon as he saw her face.

She was really pretty. Beautiful.

"Doyoung, are you okay?" the fan asked worriedly. Doyoung took a quick sip of water before letting out an apologetic smile, clearing his throat after.

"Yes, I am. I'm so sorry, that was really embarrassing." he said, scratching the back of his neck shyly. The fan laughed softly.

"Sorry, I was waiting all this time, but one of my dogs decided to act up last minute so I had to take care of her." she said. A soft smile appeared on Doyoung's face. He shook his head lightly.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just really glad to see you." he said as the smile on his face appeared bigger and bigger until he couldn't keep himself from letting out a shy but cute giggle. The fan looked quite puzzled but chuckled at his cuteness.

Doyoung pinched his cheeks in an attempt to stop himself from giggling like a kid who had just seen his crush.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." he said, quite inaudibly as he was now covering his mouth with his hands. He took a deep breath before focusing his attention again to the fan.

"I'm sorry," he spoke again. "You're just... so pretty. You're really pretty!"

Blush crept up her cheeks and chuckled rather shyly at him. It felt nice to hear that kind of compliment, but it feels a lot nicer when you hear it straight from your bias' mouth.

"I'm serious, you're really pretty." he said again, now looking a lot more composed. Doyoung leaned his body closer to the camera and showed her his famous gummy smile. He could only hear the fan sheepishly mumble a, 'what are you saying?'

Doyoung glanced quickly at the staff who was holding a paper that says there's only less than a minute left for the call. He mentally cursed at himself for wasting a good minute of the fan's time just to end up embarrassing himself in front of her.

"So, uhm, I'm really sorry we didn't get the chance to talk much, but I promise I'll make it up to you soon!" he said. Doyoung did feel extremely apologetic, but there's nothing he could do. As much as he wanted to extend, he couldn't.

"Don't worry about it," the fan replied. "I'm going to try my luck again next time." she added.

"I'll talk to you soon, then." Doyoung smiled. The fan only hummed in response, acting as if she was going to think about it on purpose.

"Not sure..." she teased. "I mean, I might try talking to the other members—"

"Nope, nope! Don't you dare." he huffed, scrunching his face cutely in fake disapproval. Well, not entirely, since he was actually quite serious about it.

The fan laughed at his response.

"I was just kidding! No need to choose violence." she chuckled. Doyoung eyed her suspiciously before shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

"Pinky promise me, then. Hurry~" he whined cutely, holding up a pinky finger to the phone screen. Doyoung could actually see the staff signalling him to end the call now from his peripheral vision, but he blatantly ignored them anyway.

The fan smiled shyly at him before raising her own pinky finger and virtually doing a pinky promise with Doyoung.

"I've got tickets to your next show, by the way." the fan added as soon as she heard the beeping tone, which signals the end of the call.

"Then I promise I'll look for you in the crowd." Doyoung said. The staff ran over and covered the front camera.

"Bye, pretty girl!" he quickly added before the staff could press the end button.

Although he honestly felt quite disappointed that the call ended just like that, he was still really happy.

His manager walked over to his side and nudged him lightly. Doyoung had just started signing her album.

"What was that all about? I felt second-hand embarrassment because of you. Was she really that pretty?" he asked. Doyoung nodded rather enthusiastically in response.

"Yes, hyung!" he responded. "Don't get me wrong, though. I find all of our fans really pretty, and this obviously isn't the first time I've seen a pretty girl, but she's just THAT pretty."

His manager smiled softly at him before patting his back lightly.

"Well then, if you actually get to see her again, let me know. I'll try to take her backstage for you." he whispered.

Doyoung's eyes lit up at the idea but was quickly replaced by a pout.

"Yeah, I do hope I can find her soon. 2 minutes wasn't enough, seriously." he said quietly. His manager laughed lightly at him before going out to check on Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

Doyoung went back to signing her album and scribbled a cute note on one of his pages.

"They said hair will grow on your butt if you break a pinky promise, so don't look at the other guys, okay? We pinky-promised, pretty girl ;) looking forward to see you! - your Doyoungieee ♡"

- end

DOJAEJUNG WILL DEBUT ON APRIL 17! 💚 i'm so excited :') and have you guys checked Mark's Golden Hour?! 😭

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astroboots · 2 years

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Ok but this is ‘Homecoming’ Santi and Frankie getting up to no good while Reader is away on a work trip. They send her daily selfies as a way to distract themselves while she’s gone because they miss her so much. Most of the pics are sweet and flat out silly but some are *cough* nsfw. 😏

Gaaah Ozzie!! I'm so so sorry for how long this has taken! Thank you for sending me this glorious photo and making my day! I love you honey!

HOMECOMING DRABBLE: SEND NUDES

Summary/Author's notes: Santiago and Frankie are left to their own devices when you're out of town and get up to some road shenanigans. This is surprisingly PG-13 guys. Also have not proofread and wrote this within half an hour, please forgive me for the atrocious typo, it is what it is with these drabbles.

Word Count: 1700

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You: There's a man here who's been picking his nose for half an hour straight. Like he's digging for gold in the yukon river.

Santi: Teacher's conference sounds riveting, promise you'll take me next year.

You: 😒har har

"That Boa?" Frankie asks from the driver's seat.

Santiago hums in affirmation as he types out another quip in reply to you, "she's having a ball there apparently."

There's a bright barking laughter in reply from Frankie, "so long as she doesn't kill anyone in murderous rage, I'd call that a win."

Pocketing the phone away, Santiago looks up to the sight of the Florida landscape whizzing by outside the car window. It's green trees and pink-blue skies as the sun is setting over the horizon. It's pretty damn breathtaking. Santiago grew up in Florida and spent the better half of the 18 years it took for him to qualify as a legal adult before he took the first flight out for the military, and despite this he never knew that Florida could look like this. Leave it to Frankie to find something beautiful and joyous in a trashcan state like Florida.

The window on the driver's side is wound down and the slow easy breeze is flowing into the car, rustling through Frankie's hair. It makes the hint of silver in his hair shine against the setting sun and before he knows it Santiago pulls up his phone again, framing the sight and memorializing the image to keep forever.

"What are you doing?" Frankie asks. There's accusation in his tone as he quirks his eyebrow.

Way to ruin the romantic moment. Santiago doesn't know what he's ever done to earn such mistrust from the man for such an innocent, innocuous act like taking a simple photo of his own damn husband to be treated like it's plot of treason against the state.

"Don't get your panties in a twist Frank, I'm just taking a photo to send to the missus."

Santiago barely has time to send off the photo before his phone pings two seconds later to your enthusiastic approval.

You: GASP! 😍😍😍😍 more please!!!!

"She wants another picture," Santiago says, and Frankie frowns, the conflict plain on his face.

The man's always hated having his photos taken. He'll always be drawing down his cap, looking off into the far distance like he's been taken hostage and forced under gunthreat. Or he'll literally try to hide himself behind people as much as possible if it's a group photo. But the catch here is, Frankie can never say no to you. It's a Sophie's choice (Santiago thinks that's the appropriate expression, he never did see the movie. Two hours and a half is way too long).

"That's a no then?"

Santiago: Your husband is being a grump, no photos unfortunately.

You: What if I send a photo back? quid pro quo?

Santiago: I'm interested... Santiago: P.S. make it nude.

You: HOW?! I'm in a middle of a seminar with 200 other teachers?!

Santiago: 👍 you can do it. I have faith in you.

"Just one," Frankie's voice sound out, and Santiago's head shoots up in surprise.

"One?"

"Yes, one, just let me get some food in me first before you have your paparazzi shot."

Santiago grins, "deal."

There's a diner not ten minutes ahead, hidden and tucked away in the middle of nowhere, it's not even registered on Google as a business and Santiago has no idea where Frankie finds these places. They get the order to go, greasy food wrapped up in brown paper bags, and before the bags even make it to the counter and changes hands, Santiago can see the slick hot grease shine slick against the paper.

Then it's back in the car, into the thicket of a forest, the road is so small and cramped it looks like the branches are reaching out for the car. Santiago is pretty sure he's seen this scene play out in every horror movie introduction and he's just about to open his mouth and snark at Frankie asking, if the aim is to drive them to a famous murder spot of some serial killer, when the trees give. Suddenly it's bright, blue skies, and an even bluer lake ahead of them as Frankie stops the car.

It's a pretty idyllic dating spot... or make out spot.

Frankie shoves one of the takeout bags into Santi's arms, and residual heat and steam rises from it when he unwraps it. It should be a grease fest, instead it is the softest, most buttery, delicious thing that Santiago's ever had. The meat is juicy and with each bite, Santiago can't help but moan around it. "Fuck that's good."

Next to him, Frankie's grinning at him and Santiago realizes that Frankie's burger is untouched and Frankie's been observing him eat this whole time.

"What?"

"Nothing," Frankie answers, smile still wide as ever as he reaches over to unwrap his meal. "It's just been a good day with you today, that's all."

There's something under Santiago's skin that prickles with something close to restlessness, that familiar feeling of unease that comes with being observed and seen. Because if there's anyone who sees Santiago, for who he is and what he is, it's always been the man sitting right next to him. There would have been a time when that alone would have made Santiago open the passenger door and run to the hills.

It doesn't anymore.

"We should take that photo Boa asked for," Santiago says instead.

Frankie shakes his head, still chewing at his fries, and for once he's the one who is behaving like a sullen child. "Way to ruin a moment here, Pope."

"Oh come on," Santiago goads as he leans over, stretching out his phone far from his arm until Frankie is in view of the shot. There's still fries in his mouth, sticking out, and the man is clearly doing his best impression of a walrus.

But what the heck, you're bound to love that, so he clicks and with a fake shutter it immortalizes the moment.

"Did it turn out good?" Frankie asks.

Santiago hums in reply, sending the photo to you and smiles. It's a good fucking picture, Santiago thinks to himself as he presses the button to set it as the background of his lock screen.

There's a notification from his phone, and when Santiago scrolls down, his screen fills with the view of you. It's a selfie, taken in your hotel room, shirt pulled up just far enough that he can see the lace of your bra. Not quite a nude but fuck, it's not like his dick minds. It's twitching in his pants in appreciation, prepared to do a standing ovation.

Next to him, there's another ping, and Frankie is already pulling up his phone to check it, when his eyes widen to big saucers.

"What is it?" Santiago asks.

Frankie clutches the phone to his chest, hiding the screen from him. The man's whole reaction is odd to say the least, and it immediately has Santiago reaching over across the seat, for the phone "What are you--"

Before Santiago can even finish his question, Frankie's slaps down over Santiago's hand.

What. the. fuck, kind of reaction is that?!

Santiago stares at the man in silent shock. It takes him several moments to re-calibrate his brain, too stunned to even speak before sullen anger and indignation flickers bright in his chest and his brain comes back online.

"Frank, give me the fucking phone."

The demand is met by a grunt, that definitely does not stand for yes.

"Frank, I'm not fucking around, give it to me," Santiago repeats, but again, Frankie doesn't cooperate, instead he pockets the phone into the back pocket of his jeans.

It's the last straw, and Santiago plants a hand on the dashboard for leverage, as he climbs the cramped space of the passenger seat over to the driver's side that has Frankie screaming murder.

"Pope, get a hold of yourself."

But Santiago is already climbing over, head thumping against the low ceiling, as he straddles Frankie's weight and pins the man to his seat as he reaches for Frankie's back pocket. It doesn't matter that the man is putting up his arms and his best resistance.

Wrestling had never been Frankie's strong suit in training.

With a quick jab of his elbow into Frankie's rib, Frankie locks up, wind knocked out of him and he gives up as Santiago finds his goal. He wrenches the phone from Frankie and slides it open and---

Fucking hell.

You're naked. Kneeling and legs spread, while your one arm covers your breast, pushing them up seductively while you have an entirely too coy smile on your face.

He drags his eyes away from the screen to Frankie, who has the courtesy to look abashed. His cheeks are flushed pink, creeping up halfway to full tomato-red, already sporting a semi against Santiago ass, where Santiago's sitting on top of him.

Why do you always send Frankie the good ones.

Fine, two can play that game.

Leaning down, Santiago grabs the back of Frankie's neck, capturing the man's mouth with his. All he hear is an "oomph" as Frankie goes stiff in his arm, and then he melts in Santiago's arm, shoulders winding down and relaxing as he parts his mouth with a moan so that Santiago can lick into his mouth.

Frankie's hands reaches up, until he's fisting Santiago's curls in his large hand, dragging his closer, hips canting up, practically rutting himself against him, it's heat and pleasure sparkling up Santiago's entire spine and from the moans that Frankie's emitting, it must be the same for him.

Santiago pulls away, reaching for his phone again, with a self-satisfied smile. Frankie makes it too easy sometimes.

"Santiago, what are you--" Frankie manages with a breathless moan.

"I promised her a quid pro quo, and I think--" Santiago settles the phone on the dashboard, until it's level eye and presses the record button. Then he turns back towards Frankie, as he settles back into the man's lap, grinding down against the hardening bulge and he can't help but smile at the deep groan of response he gets. "A video is going to a much better gift to keep her company in that hotel room of hers."

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icarusignite · 1 year

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An Eye for an Eye (part 21)

A/N: Lol does it still count as a Sunday update if it's like past 1 am? Apologies for typos, it's not proofread. Also nothing confirmed yet but how do we feel about sapphic Cassandra?Comments and reblogs are appreciated, I love reading y'alls thoughts <3

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It was a few hours after midnight and Daenys found herself standing outside the great gates of the castle in Storm's End. She didn't have time to second guess herself before one of the knights stationed outside approached her. He tipped his head in a bow before speaking.

"Princess?"

"Uh...yes. I was just... is the lady of the house awake?"

"Is everything alright princess?"

"Yes. Yes, everything's fine. If she's asleep then it's alright. I wouldn't want to disturb her...," Daenys trailed off at the end.

"I shall check for you princess. Would you like to come inside and wait in the great hall?"

"No, that's alright. I'm fine out here."

"It is raining very hard princess, I really couldn't leave you out here."

"I'm fine, truly."

"As you wish princess."

The knight disappeared inside and Daenys stood waiting. Perhaps it was a mistake coming here, but she did not wish to return home, not yet anyway. Guilt throbbed in her chest but she didn't even know why. She had done the right thing, the noble thing, and yet her heart was uneasy. She did not wish to be alone, for gods knew what she would do to herself if she was, and she was trying her best to fight off that urge.

"Daenys?" Cassandra stood at the threshold of the entrance, looking concerned.

"Uh...hi."

"Is everything alright? Are you alright?"

"Yea. I just... I didn't know where else to go," Daenys mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"Oh gods, Daenys you're shaking like a leaf, and you're drenched. Come inside at once," Cassandra grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the gates, leading her toward her chambers.

"Were you asleep, I'm sorry for disturbing you..."

"No, you did not awaken me, I was not asleep yet. Now, whatever did you get up to? Oh gods is this about my sister, is she alright?"

"No, no, your sister is perfectly safe back in Dragonstone! You need not worry about her."

"Oh thank the gods. But then what has got you so frazzled."

"Are you sure you're alright with me coming here? Perhaps I should leave," Daenys halted her steps, avoiding Cassandra's questions.

Cassandra shook her head exasperatedly, "No you fool, you should not leave, not looking like that for sure!"

Daenys finally cracked a small smile, "You just called the princess a fool."

"If the princess is going to act foolish, what else am I supposed to call her?" Cassandra's eyes fell on the injury on Daenys's arm that had begun to bleed through the bandages. "Oh gods, you're bleeding. What happened to you."

"Oh this, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"You can't just show up here in a very worrisome state and expect me not to worry about you!"

Daenys was silent for a moment. They had arrived in Cassandra's chambers, and she let go of her hand to go rummage in her wardrobe. She emerged with a neatly folded dress which she shook out and held out against Daenys.

"Hmm, yes we're about the same age and size so I think this will fit you," Cassandra said thoughtfully, pulling the shoulders of the dress tight across Daenys's.

"What? What's wrong with my clothes?"

Cassandra chuckled, "You clearly haven't looked into a mirror. You look like death, and your clothes, they aren't even fit to be called clothes anymore. Now put this on and don't argue with me."

"But-"

"No buts. You're here, back from whatever it is that's got you looking like you're about to fall apart at a moment's notice, so just let me take care of this. Now, do you need me to call a maid to help you dress?"

"No. I...I can do it myself. Thank you."

Good. Go change and I shall call for a drink."

Cassandra left the room and then promptly peeked her head through the door a moment later to toss a towel at Daenys. It flew into her face and Cassandra grinned. That seemed to be her way of coping with her worry, by putting on an air of joviality.

"And dry your hair. You're dripping onto my favourite carpet."

"Yes, m'lady."

"That's more like it," Cassandra winked and disappeared again.

Daenys watched her leave with a solemn expression. It felt nice, to be told what to do when she herself didn't feel like she had the willpower to do anything. She was grateful to her new friend, for taking charge of the situation and knowing exactly what she needed. Daenys sucked in a pained breath as she peeled off her wet tunic and used the towel to wring the water from her hair. She had just started doing the buttons down the back of the dress when Cassandra walked in, accompanied by a handmaiden whom she dismissed after she set down the opaque glass bottle and two glasses she was carrying. The bottle had a rich brown hue, the sort that brought aged oak barrels to the imagination.

"Let me help with that," Cassandra gestured to the back of her dress.

Daenys turned red, "Oh no, that's okay. You've already done so much. I can take care of this myself."

"Not with that arm you can't."

Cassandra swatted away Daenys's hand and began working on the buttons, her eyes lingering on the blood-speckled fabric wrapped around her waist. She brushed her fingers across its edge, achingly tender.

"Do you need these changed?" her voice was barely above a whisper. "You're bleeding through them."

"No. It's alright. There is no need."

"If I asked you how you got hurt, would you tell me?"

Daenys was silent, and Cassandra sighed. Once she was finished, she turned her around and let her eyes scan over her. The dress pooled at her feet and hung loosely off her frame, but it fit well enough.

"You look pretty. Or well...at least you don't look like you're about to drop dead anymore."

Cassandra took the towel from her hand and pulled her toward the vanity, sitting her down in front of the mirror.

"What are you doing now?" Daenys asked in confusion.

"Drying your hair?" Cassandra spoke matter of factly.

"I can do that myself too you know."

Cassandra looked pointedly at the crimson bandage around her arm and all further protests died on her lips. The scene was strangely intimate. Daenys kept her eyes fixed on her fingers that twisted themselves in the fabric of her dress and Cassandra watched her in the mirror as she methodologically went about drying her hair, taking care to be gentle.

"Thank you," Daenys met her eyes in the mirror.

"What for?"

"Everything."

Cassandra smiled, "Happy to help princess."

"Oh, so I'm not a fool anymore?"

"Oh you are, I just don't fancy using that word too often. Don't want the princess to order her great big dragon to set me on fire."

Daenys gasped in mock offence, "How dare you. Silverwing is the tamest dragon there ever was."

"She looks fearsome enough."

"Looks can be deceiving. She really isn't all that fearsome."

"Like you then."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"If you say so, Cassandra."

"Cassie," Cassandra corrected.

"Hmm?"

"You can call me Cassie. You beheaded my father and I've lent you my clothes. Look I'm even brushing your hair. I think we have reached the peak of our friendship now. You may call me Cassie like my sisters do."

"Oh. I see. Thank you, Cassie," Daenys reached up and grabbed onto her hand.

Cassandra looked at their joined hands that rested on Daenys's shoulder, something unreadable in her eyes. Her mouth turned down as she became lost in her thoughts.

"Uhm, I think I have troubled you long enough. Perhaps I should leave..." Daenys cleared her throat to get the girl's attention.

Cassandra shook her head vehemently, "No stay! I called for refreshments remember."

"Refreshments?"

"I figured you needed a drink or three. Something stronger than tea," Cassandra smirked.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Let me just finish with your hair," she deftly braided Daenys's damp hair into a simple braid and fastened one of her own ribbons at the end.

Daenys reached out and ran her hand along the black and gold ribbon and smiled softly. Cassandra grabbed the bottle and poured herself a glassful of deep red liquid before doing the same for Daenys. Then she flopped down on the floor, her legs spread out in front of her and her back against the wall. She patted the spot next to her where Daenys settled. Cassandra leaned her head back against the wall and hummed thoughtfully.

"So have I succeeded then?"

"Succeeded with what?"

"Succeeded with distracting you from whatever was bothering you when you first came here?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I suppose you did," Daenys flashed a timid smile at her friend.

"That is good to hear. Also, I have been meaning to ask, how is my sister doing?"

"She's doing well. It has only been two days or so, but I suspect she will get along very well with my brother Joffrey."

"That is good to hear. Who knows, perhaps one day our houses shall be blessed with a union of marriage."

Daenys grabbed Cassandra's hand, "Oh yes! Then we would be true sisters."

"Ah yes, sisters. How wonderful," she echoed.

They were quiet for a moment before Cassandra pulled Daenys to shift away from the wall and sprawl out on the floor. Their hands remained clasped together as they lay on their backs and stared at the ceiling.

"What are we doing now?" curiosity laced Daenys's voice.

"I have found that when things seem like too much, the best thing to do is to just lay on the floor. It helps you forget your worries, at least for a little while. And the wine is sure to help."

Daenys snickered, "Very well then, pour me another and let us hope it works."

"What exactly are you trying to forget about Daenys?"

Daenys's smile flattened and her forehead wrinkled in worry.

"It is alright, you do not have to share if you do not wish to," Cassandra blurted.

"No...I show up here in the dead of night and you have done so much for me. I owe you an explanation at the very least."

Cassandra stayed silent, waiting for the princess to speak again.

"What would you do if...if someone you care about hurt someone else that you love. Like they really hurt them. What if they killed them? What then?"

"Is this about-" Cassandra hazarded a guess, for news about the kinslayer prince had spread fast.

"Yeah..."

"I see."

"And what if there was a possibility for revenge? What if you had the opportunity to watch them lose someone they care about, and you knew that it would destroy them? You knew they would hurt just as much as they hurt you. Would you watch them lose that person?"

"That...is an interesting way of putting it. Well, I suppose I'd let them suffer the loss if it were me. Let them have a taste of the despair they served me. I would not forgive the bloodshed of my kin."

"I see."

"But I know your tale is more complicated than that. You would not be agonizing over it if it were not."

"I loved them too. He loved them but it would not just be his loss. It would be my loss too. I could not bear it. I had to save them, but in saving them I have betrayed my brother. I have betrayed my family, and I do not know what to do with myself."

"I do not know who it is you speak of but I do not think you betrayed anyone by saving a life. The preservation of life surely cannot be akin to betrayal."

"They were children. I could not live with myself if I let more innocent children die. But my brother was an innocent child too. His blood is on my hands," Daenys's voice broke.

"You were not even here that day, how could it be your fault?"

"I fell in love with the wrong person. I...thought he cared enough to let old grudges go. No matter how much he hated my brother, I thought he would...that he would try to keep the peace as I had."

"Wow. That is...."

Daenys gave a watery smile and held out her glass for another refill, "Naive of me I know. How does one forgive something so great? I should not have been self-centred enough to believe that I would be enough of a reason to let it go."

"I wasn't going to say naive. Just...perhaps a bit optimistic."

"That is just a kind way of saying naive."

"No. Naive has too negative a connotation. I think it is a beautiful thing to be optimistic, especially in such a cruel world," Cassandra turned her head to look at Daenys. "If I may ask, what happened to your eye?"

Daenys's hand came up to cover it for a moment before she let it drop, "Oh. This old thing..."

"Oh gods, did he do that to you? That awful awful man."

"No! No, it was not his doing... it was mine."

"Your doing? Why in the world would you do that to yourself?"

Daenys chuckled bitterly, "Too little too late. Some misguided notions of vengeance and debt. He killed my brother and all I am left with is this hideous scar."

"It's not...it's not that bad," Cassandra consoled.

"You don't have to lie to me. Oh, gods, it really is awful, isn't it? The worst part is, I don't even know why I did it. I was just so, so angry at myself, at him, at everyone. And...and just feeling it inside wasn't enough. I needed to bleed, I needed to see the hurt, to feel it physically. All I could think about was how Lucerys had been hurt and I wanted to feel that, even though what I felt was but a fraction of his pain. I finally did what I should have done years ago, but it seems fairly pointless now. It has done nothing for me other than make me a cripple."

"Oh, Daenys. It isn't awful at all. You look lovely despite it all. You are brave and kind and strong. Gods, you really are so dazzling, and you cannot even see it."

Cerulean blue eyes met a shy violet one in the dim candlelight and the girls held each other's gaze for a moment before Cassandra blinked and looked away, clearing her throat awkwardly. The drink was getting to her head and making her say outlandish things. Daenys too felt her head fill with the pleasant buzz that only accompanied wine and good company. She leaned her forehead against her friend's shoulder and Cassandra's fingers came up to brush away the hair that had fallen into her scarred eye.

"Well, since we are being candid here, if I may be so bold as to say, your husband is the devil himself. A most foolish bullheaded bastard!" Cassandra eventually declared heatedly.

Daenys giggled, "Oh gods, a bastard he most certainly is not. How comical. I just know it would have driven him absolutely mad if he heard you call him one."

"He is the worst kind of being to walk this world. How you ever thought him fit enough to marry, I cannot fathom."

"Oh...he wasn't always like this. And well, the family needed something to keep it together."

"Ah yes. Duty. Duty is the death of love, they say."

"Hmmm, yes. I suppose it is. But I did love him...I think...once upon a time," Daenys mumbled into her shoulder.

"Do you still?" Cassandra spoke low, almost to herself.

"Would it make me a traitor if I did? Would it make me an unforgivable monster?"

"Loving someone cannot make you a monster. The very act of it goes against everything a monster is. I do not think monsters are even capable of love, at least of loving someone other than themselves."

"I think everyone is capable of love, even monsters. They must be," Daenys insisted.

"Alright, enough talk about such woeful things. Let us speak on better subjects!"

"Yes, m'lady, whatever shall we speak of?"

"I told you to call me Cassie remember."

"What shall we speak of Cassie," Daenys slurred on her name and Cassandra looked at her in concern.

"I think you have had a little too much to drink. You really do not have the tolerance for it," she took away the half-empty glass from her hand.

"That's what Aemond used to say. Aegon and I had a drinking contest once. It was a while ago. It did not end well."

Daenys's smile dropped as soon as the words left her mouth. She pondered her next words for a moment.

"You were there that night weren't you?"

"Where?" Cassandra asked cautiously.

"Here in Storm's End. You saw my brother when he came."

"Yes."

"Will you tell me about him?"

"Daenys I don't think-"

"Please. Please tell me about him. What was he like? What did he look like? I haven't seen him in quite a while you see, not since my wedding. I fear I might forget."

Cassandra hesitated, "His hair was all ruffled from the wind outside. There was to be a storm that night."

Daenys smiled fondly, "Yes. He had quite a head of thick hair. It was quite curly when he was younger. He gave Mother and the maids a hard time when they tried to brush it. I bribed him with his favourite lemon cakes and only then he'd let me do it. Mother was not happy, she said it spoiled his appetite."

"That sounds mischievous."

"Oh yes, he was. It is the quiet ones who are unexpectedly impish. Tell me more."

"He was brave. My father...he was not very amenable to your Mother's message, but Prince Lucerys was steadfast in his mission. And when asked to pick a bride from amongst my sisters and I, he was adamant in explaining that he was already betrothed."

"Rhaena. Her name is Rhaena, and he was besotted. They would have been very happy."

"A happy marriage? That is better than most of us can ever hope for," Cassandra sounded bitter.

"Yes, I suppose that is true. Speaking of marriage, have you had any more unwelcome suitors?" Daenys changed the topic before her mind ventured too deep into old memories.

"All suitors are unwelcome!"

'"Really? Very well then, Lady Cassandra, what manner of suitor would you prefer?"

"It does not matter who I want. It is no one I can have anyway."

"Oh my, a secret lover then? Who is it, one of the castle servants, or perhaps a valiant knight?"

Cassandra looked away, her eyebrows drawn tight, "It does not matter. I am the head of House Baratheon. I cannot afford such trysts."

"But you deserve happiness. You deserve joy and love and the comfort of someone who loves you unconditionally."

"What if I cannot find it?"

"Hmmm...well then I'll tell you what, we shall run away together. Far away from the responsibilities and burdens of who we are in Westeros. We can go to Braavos, or perhaps Volantis. Essos is vast, I am sure there are plenty of places where we can go."

"And how exactly do you expect to get there princess?"

"I have a dragon silly," a giggle burst out of Daenys again, her mood always fluctuating when she was drunk. "We can go somewhere where we won't be princess of the realm and lady of House Baratheon."

"Oh yea, who will we be then?" Cassandra humoured her.

"We shall be anyone we like. Oh and we can bring others with us too. You can bring your sisters, and I shall bring my brothers. Oh and Helaena and the children, can't forget about them. I think they would like to come too."

"I doubt her family would let her leave. You cannot just kidnap the Queen of Westeros and smuggle her into Essos."

Daenys frowned, "But my mother is the Queen of Westeros."

"Yes I know. But if her half brother believes himself to be king, you really think he would let you kidnap his wife and heirs?"

"It would not be a kidnapping, I am sure Helaena would like to accompany us."

"But-"

"Hush, let me dream a little longer. It will be an adventure!" Daenys announced.

"Alright then, all of you have dragons to get there. How will I accompany you without one."

"You shall ride with me. Silverwing is more than large enough to saddle two."

"I believe I am quite content as a spectator to your airborne activities, thank you."

"Nonsense, I will have you with me or else I would not go!"

Cassandra gazed at her for a moment before finally relenting, "Very well then, we shall go."

"Perhaps we ought to leave now. Leave it all behind," Daenys jerked up, only to wince at the throb in her abdomen and she slumped back down.

Cassandra looked at her with a melancholy look in her eyes, "Perhaps you need a drink of water and a breath of fresh air. You aren't thinking clearly."

"So you wouldn't want to run away with me?" Daenys pouted.

"I want that... more than anything else. But we are both needed here. We have people relying on us. We are bound by duty."

"Duty is the death of love..." Daenys murmured, nodding dejectedly.

Cassandra sat up slowly and then wrapped an arm around Daenys's shoulders to haul her up into a sitting position. She stood to pour her a glass of water from the pitcher on her nightstand and helped her drink. A drop trailed down her throat and Cassandra swiped at it with her thumb.

"Do you feel any better?"

Daenys blinked at her, "This is strange."

"What is? Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes. It's just, I feel as if I have known you all my life."

"All your life? Daenys you have barely known me a few weeks."

"I know. That is why it feels strange. It doesn't feel like a few weeks, it feels like a few lifetimes. Although there is so much I still don't know about you that I would not mind getitng to know you for a few lifetimes more."

"I..." Cassandra avoided eye contact and Daenys cursed herself for her loose tongue.

"Perhaps...perhaps I ought to leave. If I'm not back home by morning light, Mother will worry."

Cassandra's eyes widened, "You're going to go home like this? Drunk?"

"Better than going home covered in blood."

"Is it even safe? Will you be alright?"

"I've travelled in worse condition. I will be alright Cassie. Do not worry for me."

"You sure behave in worrisome ways for someone who asks others not to worry for them," Cassandra gave her a sardonic smile and Daenys was glad to see it.

"Shhhh, you are not to disagree with the princess of the realm."

"Sure, alright princess. Let us get you up then," she grabbed ahold of Daenys's arms and pulled her up to stand beside her.

Cassandra led a slightly tipsy Daenys to the front gates. The rain outside had stopped and the moon shone brightly in the sky. Daenys hesitated at the threshold.

"If you are worried about what your family will say about your disappearance, you can simply say that I invited you out for a midnight tryst. You are wearing my clothes after all, and I am sure they wouldn't mind."

Daenys laughed a soft quiet sound, "No, that's not it. I just...Thank you. Thank you for making me feel better. I know showing up here unannounced had to be a nuisance but you didn't turn me away and I appreciate it, truly I do."

"You are no nuisance. In fact, let Storm's End be the place you come to any time you feel like you have nowhere else to go. You will always have a place here," Cassandra affirmed.

Daenys pulled her into a tight embrace and held her for a solid minute, relishing in the feeling of the other girl's arms around her.

"Thank you."

"Of course princess."

Silverwing made a disgruntled sound at Daenys's approach as if noticing her rider's inebriated state and disapproving.

"Oh hush you old thing. It was only a little drink."

It took her longer to climb up than usual due to having to stop occasionally and refocus on the task of putting one foot above the other. Once she was safely situated on Silverwing's back, the great beast took off, needing no verbal instructions. Daenys closed her eye. It seemed as though alcohol was another remedy for the mangled nerves in her face. The frequent stabs of pain she was used to feeling had reduced to a faint dull throb and even almost disappeared entirely after her second drink. It helped with the anger too. Everything had a muted quality and she didn't feel too much of anything at the time. Perhaps she would have another drink or two once she got home. She just hoped Daemon hadn't changed the location of his secret collection because she was sure she would not be able to make it to the kitchens undetected.

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ladyniniane · 6 months

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Endings and beginnings

Below some musings and me being emotional on main (and I will try to stay coherent even if my skull is currently being split in two by a headache. Sorry for the typos).

Yesterday I reached 30k in my NaNoWriMo but more than that, I wrote the last words of my Fire Emblem Three Houses Fanfic La geste des preuses/Quatre guerrières (Song of the valiants/Four warriors).

(By the way if you want to read the thing, it's here or here. It's still being updated and it's good. Or so I was told ;) ).

Yes, after 1 year and 9 months working on it, I finally wrote the last words. And it ended with a character who started the story suicidal saying out loud and she wants to live and exist in the present. What a perfect way to end this.

The whole thing is certainly more than 150k long (idk how long it is really.)

It's my first time committing to a project of this scale. So that's a huge personal achievement. I remember that, when I got the idea, I told a friend: "I did something crazy". Because yes, 4 main characters, long fanfic...it was something else. I didn't imagine that I would get this long.

When I began writing it, my mental health was improving and I was starting to get in a better place. However, I still struggled with writing. I had previously finished an original project, but I still somehow lived with a hater in my head. I was afraid of failing and I doubted my ideas and my writing. I even doubted when I saw pretty stupid (IMHO) takes on Tumblr. I was like "no one will ever want to read this". (Since then, I've learned to block and ignore).

Doing it and sticking to it was the best decision I could take. It bolstered my confidence and taught me to write consistently and without worrying. Thanks to this story, I've spend many amazing moments and met amazing people (more about that later).

Here are some of the things I learned

-Write for myself and write what I want to see and be unapologetic about that. Yes it's niche and it isn't the way to be popular in fandom (not that I care about that). But it's what I like. And it's by having fun that I will create something I'm proud of.

-Screw perfectionism. It prevents you from getting things done. I'm doing this for free and on my free time. So it won't be perfect. But that's okay because even professional writers make mistakes.

-My writing style improved, I learned to properly write dialogues and to make my sentences less...wordy. I've also challenged myself into writing stuff that I didn't easily write.

I also want to thank all the people who supported me. First of all is the incredible @lilias42. Thank you for your energy, your advice and for still being there. Your FE stories are amazing and well thought, keep going!

Same goes to all the people who left kudos, votes and comments on AO3 and Wattpad. And even to those who read silently. You made it possible!

Maybe I still don't realize that it's over...because it's not! I still have many chapters to proofread!

In the future, I also want to go back to original projects. I still don't know if I want to get published or not, but I know that I've learned and progressed. And I'm sure that all this will be useful.

So what now? For the rest of the NaNo I will board the Ravka Express and write another chapter for my Shadow and Bone OC, Marya. And I will also begin a brand new project that is a sort of sequel of Four warriors! Did you think I was done with Fodlan ;)?

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023 #ao3 #écriture #writeblr #french writeblr #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h fanfic #fe3h ocs

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penguinwriter24 · 8 months

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Preface

Summary :

Eddie Munson had never thought himself worthy of being loved. His parents hadn't loved him enough to keep him with them, Wayne worked from morning to night, tirelessly, and didn't always have the energy to shower Eddie with love. But all this changed the day he crossed paths with Athenais. She proved to him that he was worthy of her love, worthy of being loved, and she would stop at nothing to prove it to him. Eddie Munson X OC!FEM!Character Eddie Munson X Athenais Henderson

Hello, good evening everyone!

Here is a new story and a new adventure waiting for you. This time we will dive into the marvelous Universe of Stranger Things!

To begin with, I would like to dedicate this book to elorrijasper64 for helping me design this book, for spending hours and hours listening to me go into my delirium and who did not hesitate to tell me when it didn't. was wrong and that I was going way too far. Thanks also to her for remotivating me to write. ❤

The events of this story will follow those of season 4, with a few minor changes on my part. One is that Billy Hargrove didn't die in my story, so I'll edit Max's story (it'll be just as important as the show, you have my word!).

For the rest, I leave you the surprise!

Then, the book will be separated into two parts (or maybe three if I do an "after the events"). The first will be relatively short, it will explain a little the relationship between Eddie and Athénaïs. The second part, we will get to the heart of the matter, so buckle up and hold on tight!

Ah yes, before I forget! The "unnamed freak" I gave him a name, and it's Dean, so we avoid any confusion and you'll know who I'm talking about.

This is the English translation of the French version of Iron Caravaggio, the dialogues of part II will not be faithful to those of season 4 because I am a little lazy and I did not re-watch the series while I was translating . Sorry if this bothers some of you...

There, everything has been said.

Oh, by the way, this is absolutely not proofread so if you see any mistake/typo, no you did not ahah. Thank you for your understanding.

I wish you a good reading.

Annstas Peitidh

#french writer #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #oc!fem!character #eddie munson x oc!fem!character #dustin henderson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler #billy hargrove #will byers #jonathan byers #eleven hopper #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #billy hargove x oc!fem!character #stranger things

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dameronsknight · 2 years

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Droid and Napkins // poe dameron x fem!reader

part 3

warnings: sadness at the beginning, fluff (bc poe obviously) not proofread so forgive any typos there might be

word count: wouldn't u like to know, weather boy

part 1 part 2 part 3

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Join me.

"Y/N?" I jumped turning around to look at who called my name.

Poe.

"Oh- Poe. Hey!" I said and looked around the room frantically. I still had the same pressure in my chest, but at least I couldn't hear that voice anymore.

"Everything okay? You seemed a bit upset..." Poe said as he put his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, everything is just fine." I said hoping my voice wouldn't betray me. My breathing was uneven, but I gave him a small smile.

"You sure? Look, I'm sorry about the others when they mentioned whatever made you upset-" He was saying until I interrupted him.

"I'm not upset" A lie, but I didn't want to burden him.

Poe sighed as he examined my face. He knows somethings up. Damn, he's good. But how am I supposed to explain to him exactly what's going on? Listen, I was training to be a Jedi until my brother turned to the dark side and escaped. Oh, I'm also hearing voices! Yeah, sounds completely normal.

"Listen. I don't know what happened to you, but I believe it's before I met you because that's when I found you... crying in the hangar. I just- I want you to know that you don't have to be alone. Maybe I can't help at all but... I'm here. Even though we recently met and we're not even in the friends status." He said and at that very moment, tears started to form in my eyes, I felt a lump in my throat and I wanted to become small and disappear. Maker, does he have to be so sweet?

I hugged myself and looked down, trying to find the words. But I didn't even know what I wanted to say. "I- I..."

"Hey, hey..." Poe said as he walked up to me and placed both of his hands on my shoulders. "It's okay, let it go. Let all of it go. There's no shame in crying and showing a bit of vulnerability sometimes." He said before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and I buried my face in his chest.

I started to sob uncontrollably and my body shook, trying to catch my breath. Poe rubbed my back in soothing circles and rested his cheek on my head. That's when I felt it. A rushing feeling of safety all over my body...

The light.

This man right here was the literal representation of the light. A soul that was filled with kindness and bravery. Where the hell did he come from? And are there more like him? Probably not. He's a one of a kind man. Why am I having all these thoughts-

"You're okay. Everything is gonna be okay... Don't worry." He said as he still had me in his arms.

A few minutes passed and I was able to calm down. I hadn't noticed until now how Poe was gently swaying me from side to side. "You are my friend." I muttered but my voice came out muffled as my face was still pressed into his chest.

"Sorry, what?" He asked. I tilted back but I didn't look directly at him.

"You are my friend." I said and sniffed. I looked up at Poe and he was smiling, obviously happy at my confession.

"Oh, am I?" He said with a teasing tone. "Didn't know how much of an honor it was to finally be your friend, Solo."

I rolled my eyes and stepped back. "Ok. You're not my friend anymore."

"No, no, no! I'm sorry. It is an honor!" Poe said quickly as he rushed to pull me back in his arms. "I'm kidding, please still be my friend. Please. Please. Please. Please-" He kept repeating making me laugh.

"Ok. Ok! Fine! Yes, I'm still your friend. Jeez, Dameron." I said and with that, he squeezed me, making me squeal.

"You won't regret it. I'll be your best friend. Like your bestest friend ever. The best best friend." He said and I giggled.

Beep boop. What about me? I heard BB-8 say and we looked down. He was looking up at us rolling back and forth.

"You too, buddy. You're my favorite droid." I said and crouched down to pat his head. Poe copied my movements.

"Did you ever have a droid?" He asked.

"Not really. R2-D2 and C3PO were always around, but I wouldn't say they were my droids. They're more like family members." I said with a chuckle.

"R2 has been asleep for a while now." Poe said and I let out a sigh and I nodded.

"Yeah... I know." I said.

"Sorry. You don't have to tell me, it's okay." He said and I looked at him.

"Maybe I'll tell you everything one day. When I'm ready..." I said. Poe nodded and grabbed my hand.

"And whenever that day comes, I'll be here to listen." He said. I smiled and nodded back.

Beep beep. Me too! BB-8 said making us laugh.

"So, what are your plans in the Resistance?" Poe asked and I shrugged.

"Well... I was going to ask my mom if there was any place for me to be one of the pilots. Maybe there's a spot for me in any squadron." I said and stood up.

"You can be in Black Squadron! You'll have me as a fellow squad member." He said excited.

"If the rest of them are fine with it, count me in." I said and Poe smiled as he stood up as well.

Poe and I kept on talking as we went back to the canteen and finish our food. And I was happy that I made a new friend.

Or new friends, if you include BB-8.

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That night I went looking for my mom to talk to her about being a pilot in the Resistance.

"Preferably an X-Wing. They're so cool." I said to her. My mom raised an eyebrow.

"So this has nothing to do with your new friend Lieutenant Dameron?" She asked.

"Well, it had nothing to do before... But now I feel like it would be fun to have a friend there." I said. Mom hummed in agreement.

"Did you tell him anything?" She asked and I knew she was talking about Ben and Uncle Luke.

"No, I don't know if I can. It would change the way he sees me." I said and looked down.

"What do you mean? I don't think it would." She said and I shrugged.

If I told Poe that I couldn't stop my brother from doing evil, he most likely see me as a disappointment. Ben is probably causing trouble out there in the galaxy, and it's only a matter of time until the Resistance finds out. The New Republic was recently warned about a new Empire looking organization. I think they were called the First Order... or something like that, but the republic told us there was nothing to worry about because there were no planets being threatened, no people being killed. But I had a bad feeling about it...

"If Poe finds out about what happened... about what I didn't do... don't you think he would be disappointed? That he would see me as a type of traitor?" I asked.

"No, I think he would do anything in his power to assure you that it wasn't your fault." She said. I shook my head and looked down. Mom sighed and grabbed her data pad. "If you wanna be in Black Squadron, I'll ask the captain, we'll do some training and see if he accepts your request. Maker you are a Solo, aren't you?" She said amused and I chuckled.

"How's dad?" I asked.

"Didn't hear much from him, but Chewie said he's alright. Just mellowing in grief." Mom said.

"Yeah, I know that feeling." I said barely above a whisper.

"Go get some sleep, Y/N. You'll need the energy for tomorrow." She said and softly caressed my cheek. I nodded.

"On my way, General " I said with a small smile. My mom scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully.

"That's Mom to you, young lady." She said making me laugh.

"Good night, Mom. Love you." I said.

"Night, honey." She said and I walked away, heading towards my room.

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"Ben! No!"

"You're weak."

"You'll never be a jedi."

"It'll kill you... eventually."

"Join me."

Join me.

"No! I won't!" I shouted at the dark figure.

"It's in your nature... the dark side." The robotic voice said

My breath hitched and I started to run. Bit it's as if the room itself tilted, and I fell. My surroundings turned into a dark hallway, and the floor started to light up on the sides.

"What is this place? I wanna leave!" I said.

"Don't fight it."

"This is where you belong."

"You can't lie to her. She sees your true nature."

She? My mom? No, no, she doesn't think that of me...

"Y/N."

I turned around. Ben. He was standing in front of me.

"Ben?" I asked

"When the moment comes I won't hesitate." He said and then he disappeared.

"What?" I asked and then another figure appeared. It had a mask on and what seemed to be a life support in the middle of it's chest.

"Join me." It said in that same robotic voice.

No, no, no. I wanna leave. I wanna go with my mom. With Poe and BB-8. I wanna help him with his ship. Anything!

The dark figure ignited his lightsaber. It was red. He slowly walked towards me, but I took some steps backwards.

"Join me."

"No!"

"NO!"

I jolted awake and sat up in my bed. I was breathing rapidly as I looked around my room. The sheets were getting wrinkled as I clutched them in my hand.

It was just a nightmare... You're okay. I looked out the window and saw that the sun was rising. Might as well get up since I already woke up.

I got out of bed and changed into my Resistance uniform. As much as I tried to clear my mind, I couldn't. I was still shaking and I couldn't button up my shirt.

I walked out of room and into the hallway. There were some people who were already awake. I waved at some of them and continued my path to the canteen. I need caf...

Many tables were empty, so I took the opportunity and sat down with my cup of caf and my piece of bread. Breakfast options were slim, but I wasn't complaining.

"You're up early." I heard my mom say and I looked up at her. "Morning, honey."

"Morning. Yeah, I decided to wake up early amd be extra ready for today and my flying session." I said and smiled.

"Hm. Because it looks like you had a nightmare." She said and I sighed.

"Maker and Stars, mother. How do you know everything?" I asked and took a sip of my caf. My mom chuckled.

"I just do. Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked.

"Not really... It wasn't that bad, really. Just a memory of that night." I said with a shrug, not mentioning the other voice I heard.

"Traumatic events tend to have a toll on us. It's gonna be okay. You're here and your safe." She said as she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Yep. I know. Thank you..." I said softly. My mom nodded.

"See you later in the hangar, honey." She said and walked away.

Today I was gonna do some training sessions in the X-Wing so the captain of the Black Squadron could see if I was fit to be member of their squad. Not gonna lie, I was nervous. I knew I was a good pilot. My dad taught me ever since I was 8 years old. He would be happy to hear that I wanted to be a Resistance pilot.

I was familiar with X-Wings. I once flew the one that belonged to Uncle Luke. Apart from being force sensitive, piloting was my passion. Using the force just came as hereditary I guess.

"Morning, sweetheart." I heard someone say. Only to be revealed as Poe when I looked up.

"Morning, Dameron." I said with a smile.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked as he sat in front of me. I took a deep breath.

"Golden." I said and he chuckled.

"Ready for today, future squad member?" He asked and elbowed my side.

"Yes, but don't call me that! You'll jinx it." I said making Poe roll his eyes.

"Jinx it my ass. You're a Solo, for crying out loud. It's in your blood. Have you been practicing?" He asked.

"Ever since I was 8 years old." I said and he nodded.

"Nice! So you got nothing to worry about. Soon enough I'll be your fellow squad member and annoying you for the rest of your life." He said and I chuckled.

"I don't think you could annoy me, Poe." I said.

He looked at me with a soft smile. "And why's that?" He asked as he leaned a bit over the table and looked into my eyes.

"Actually you could, but I don't mind." I said with a teasing smile. He placed his hand over his heart and gave me a fake offended look.

"You break my heart." He said.

"You'll heal." I said and took a sip of my caf.

Poe chuckled and shook his head before taking a sip from his cup. Breakfast with his company went by comfortably. He lifted up my mood and made me laugh countless times. Then, BB-8 rolled towards us and beeped out a greeting.

"Hey there, Little Bee." I said.

"Little Bee?" Poe asked and looked at me.

"Yeah. It just came out, but you know, his name is BB-8... Bee... Little Bee." I said and waved my hands around as if I was joining together some imaginary words.

"Hm. That's cute." Poe said and smiled.

Beep boop beep. I like it! BB-8 said and even though the little droid couldn't show any emotions, I knew he was happy with the new nickname.

Time passed by and it was time to go to the hangar and meet with Black Squadron. I had already changed into the orange flight suit that they gave me, and I went to say hello to the squad member.

"So, Y/N Solo wants to be in Black Squadron, huh?" Snap asked me with a grin. I nodded.

"About time you guys need a good pilot around here." I said teasingly and Poe barked out a laugh, as the rest of the squad did.

"Oh, she has the soul of a pilot alright." The captain said and Karé patted my back. "Alright, hotshot, let's see what you got. Let's do this quick. I've got a mission after this."

I nodded and grabbed a helmet. I turned around looking for my mom, and found her standing a few meters away. She smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I returned the gesture.

The Captain of the squad took me to an X-Wing and told me to get in. I sat down and closed the canopy. Poe got in the X-Wing next to me, and saluted at me from inside his X-Wing. I saluted back and he winked at me. Maker above...

"Alright, Y/N. We're all gonna take off first and then you take off last. Then I'll give you instructions on what to do. Just remember, don't actually shoot since we're on the same team." The captain said over comms with a chuckle. "Good luck."

"Copy. Starting engines." I said.

Everyone took off and I waited for my turn to do so. Once I did and was in the air, we all elevated to a high altitud. I could see the whole base from up here. I forgot how much I loved flying. I really missed it.

"Alright, fighters. We're gonna do some training. Y/N, the rest of them will act as the enemy and they'll try to crowd you and get you to crash. The objective is to get away and attack them from behind." The captain said.

"Copy that." I said and firmly grabbed the control throttle.

I could see ahead of me how three of them were getting into position and flying towards me. Once they were close, I flew the ship towards the right, flipped around and in 3 seconds, I was behind them.

"Good job. See guys, she would've shot you down by now." The captain said.

"Oh shush." I heard Snap say over comms, making me giggle.

"Alright, do it again." The captain said.

The same three pilots started separating in different directions. Only to spin around and fly towards me from three different points. Oh, I see.

They were trying to attack me from different places. I knew exactly what I had to do here. I gripped the control and swopped the left, under Snap's ship, over Karé's and spun under Jessika's. Then swooped up and appeared behind them again.

"Woo! That's what I'm talking about!" I heard Poe say over comms, making me smile proudly.

"Nice one, Solo! Didn't see that coming." Snap said.

"Thanks, Wexley." I said.

The rest of training went great. I speeded around with Poe and beat him only by a little. He laughed and cheered for me again.

Poe swooped and spun around me, speeding off many times.

"Now you're just showing off, Dameron." I said and I heard him chuckle. He flew around the X-Wing I was in.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said and I rolled my eyes playfully. I decided to tilt the ship to the left and and spin around Poe, making him lose a bit of balance. "Hey!"

I giggled. "Gotta stick to the rules, buddy." I said.

Once it ended, we all landed in the hangar and hopped out of our ships.

"That was some good flying, Y/N. Great job, I'll get back to you later with my decision." The captain said and shook my hand.

"Thank you, Captain." I said with a smile.

"I'm on my way to my mission. See you girls later." The captain said and pointed to the men of the squad when he said 'girls'. Making us girls snicker.

"Good job, Y/N. I hope you can join the squad." Karé said.

"Thanks." I said with a smile. The rest of them congratulated me and walked away.

"Had fun?" Poe asked and hooked his arm around my shoulder.

"I would've had fun if you wouldn't have showed off." I said joking.

"I just show off what I got." He said with a huge grin.

"Just kidding. I did have fun. You're a really good pilot by the way." I said. Poe had a bashful smile and looked down. I could almost sense he got shy at my compliment.

"Thanks. So are you, Y/N." He said and I smiled." Almost as good as me."

"Ok. Bye." I said and walked away. Poe laughed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders to stop me.

"I'm kidding! We're both equally good." He said.

"That's better." I said and we started to walk inside.

"You hungry?" Poe asked.

"Starving." I said in an over exaggerated tone.

"Let's get lunch then." He said as he let go of me and patted my back.

Poe and I, and BB-8, had lunch together and talked about everything. And I do mean everything. From what's our favorite color to the constellations in the stars.

Then it was time for us to go back to our duties, so I went into the debriefing room to help my mom. She was controlling the mission which the captain of Black Squadron went on. Apparently it was just a supply run and getting some intel from the New Republic.

I was sat down with a data pad in my hands, crossing off the things we did. My mom was at the other side of the room, talking to the other generals, when suddenly, a noise of static was heard.

"General-" We could hear. My mom and the others looked at each other and walked over to the table where comms was.

"What is it?" She asked into it. I lowered the data pad to my lap and listened.

"----Ambush-" Somebody said.

"Whoever this pilot is, your comms seem to be damaged. State your name repeatedly." She said and we could still hear static.

"---- Wexley." They said. The captain of Black Squadron.

"Black Leader, what's going on?" My mom asked.

"----General--- Ambushed! We're being ambushed-" He said and my heart dropped.

Suddenly, I felt a pull in my chest. I had a bad feeling and I clutched the data pad. I slightly winced and shut my eyes. Mom my mom noticed this and furrowed her eyebrows.

"What is it?" She asked me. I shook my head.

"I don't know, but I feel-" I started saying, but the captain spoke again.

"General, we are being---- I repeat, we are--- attacked!" He said and my mom looked over to Connix.

"Try to reach the others. Find out what's going on." She said sternly and Connix nodded and got to work.

The pull in my chest got heavier and it got harder to breath every second. What the hell was happening to me?

"Captain, get out of there! Jump to lightspeed!" My mom said.

"General, we---" He was saying until his comms were cut off and the only thing we could head was louder static.

I looked up at my mom and shook my head slowly. "They were attacked." I said.

My mom looked at the other generals and back at me.

"He's gone."

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a/n: THAT'S THE END OF PART 3 :D :D hope you liked it!!!

DISCLAIMER: idk who was captain of black squadron before Poe so I just mentioned somebody random LMAO FORGIVE ME.

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