#and i realize how much i was hiding behind my studies and stopped myself from doing things that would put me out of my comfort zone

[catboyrightsdefender]

i think i might be having some sort of breakdown because of the fact that being done with my degree and studies changes everything

#like ...i can do anything now and i Have to do it. this is both terrifying and exciting #mostly terrifying rn but. yknow #and i realize how much i was hiding behind my studies and stopped myself from doing things that would put me out of my comfort zone #i know im scared and cowardly at heart and my studies gave me so much security. 'i can't do that i have class'. 'i can't do that i must #focus on my thesis'. and know i have no excuse no things to hide behind #the number of things i lost because i hid myself makes me so sad. i hate how scared of everything and cowardly i am. now i'm gonna be #forced to change which is a good thing i think #.txt

[cyberg4n]

✧ 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 — a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

paring: earth1610!miles x fem!reader

warnings: none

a/n: not proofread so i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes 🤧

summary: miles confesses his undying love for you.

you knock on the front door, patiently waiting for a response. you hear miles and rio arguing about something. “basta, miles. lo tengo!” rio shouts, “¡mama por favor!” the door swings open, rio welcomes you in with open arms. “oh hello, it is so nice to see you sweetie!” she quickly pulls you into a hug, patting your back. you awkwardly laugh, looking over her shoulder. miles drags his hands down his head, an exasperated expression painted on his face. you pull away, giving rio a large smile. “it’s so nice to see you too, mrs. morales.” your eyes dart over to miles, pleading for help. he quickly runs over to the two of you, looping his arm around yours. “okaayy, we have to go study now, mama, so…” miles drags you over to his room — instantly shutting the door behind him.

he sighs in relief, watching as you examine his room. you pick up a pink beaten up plushie, giving him a funny look. “what? he’s my comfort plush.” he jokes, scratching his neck. you laugh, placing it back down. you swing off your backpack — grabbing a few papers out. you sit on his bed, laying out all the study materials. he sits down next to you, grabbing a pencil from the bedside table.

you and miles have been studying in his bedroom for the past hour. you’re working on a math assignment, and he's helping you understand a difficult concept. you’re so focused on your work that you don't notice when miles puts his pencil down and turns to look at you. “could i ask you something?” he says softly. you look up and meet his gaze, noticing how beautiful his eyes are. “yea, what’s up?” you inquire, you're breath shakes once you see how close you are to him. miles deeply inhales and inches his hand closer to yours. “we’re friends right?” he asks. you stare at him, you can’t help but laugh. “of course we are, miles.” he nods in agreement, he looks almost more nervous than you. “well, i’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. i can't stop thinking about you, actually..”

your heart skips a beat as you began to realize what he's implying. you’re not sure how to respond. you always thought he was cute, but you never thought of anything beyond that — but now that he's said it, you realize you might have feelings for him too. “miles, what are you saying?” you ask, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “it’s just whenever i’m with you, i feel safe. i feel like i’m at home.” he says earnestly. your eyes widen, feeling a flush on your cheeks. “you’re my home, y/n. i can be myself around you without having to feel like i have to hide anything.” he studies your face, searching for an answer. “i won't be upset if you don't feel the same way. i just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me.” you blinked, taking a deep breath — looking into his eyes. “i’m not sure miles. i don’t know what to say.” you mumble honestly. his face pales, hanging his head low. “but, i think i feel the same way.” miles’ face breaks into a huge grin as he leans closer to you.

he hesitates for a second before kissing you. miles slides his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb over your skin. it’s a gentle, tentative kiss — the kind that feels like a promise for more. for the rest of the night, you and miles talked more about your feelings for each other rather than your actual studies. after you finish packing your stuff up. you say goodbye to miles, walking over to his door. your hand hovers over the doorknob before you turn around. you stand there, pausing. he looks back at you, awkwardly rubbing his arm. “did you forget something?” he asks. you nod, stepping closer to him before giving him one last peck on the lips. he melts into the kiss, hugging you tightly. he gives you an amused look, smiling wide. “thanks for tonight, miles.” you whisper, kissing his cheek. “i think i’m really going to ace that math test now.” you giggled. he beamed — nodding. “of course you will.”

as you walk home, you realize that everything feels different now. you’re not just friends anymore — you're something more. and even though you're nervous about what the future might hold, you know that you're excited to see where this new relationship takes you.

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[shadowdaddies]

In Your Dreams

Apollion x Reader x Thanatos smut

A/N: after reading HOFAS, I couldn't resist writing about the Princes of Hel, aka the ultimate shadow daddies

warnings: smut, mmf, oral f! receiving, oral m!receiving, p in v sex, shadow play, sensory deprivation, rough sex, electro-stimulation, blood, is this monster fucking? they're kind of incubus-esque

A weight at the end of your bed woke you, eyes fluttering open to see a familiar face studying you. Apollion’s black eyes flicked over your body, head tilting in an unsettlingly smooth motion that sent a shiver down your spine.

You dared an exasperated sigh, leveling your gaze with the prince’s. “Couldn’t let me sleep in peace for one night, could you? Are my dreams more interesting than whatever duties you have in Hel?” 

A ghost of a smile flashed across Apollion’s lips, his leathery wings flaring slightly behind him at your overt disrespect. “You are certainly of interest to me,” he retorted, stern expression giving nothing away. 

You opened your mouth to question what the prince meant by that, when another figure materialized at the foot of your bed. With a gasp, you tucked your knees to your chest as swirling darkness slowly transformed into another male, tall with black curly hair, his dark eyes matching Apollion’s as he watched you with a vague sense of interest.

Apollion showed neither surprise or bother at the male’s appearance, simply offering a nod of greeting before turning back to face you. Tugging your covers towards yourself, you made a feeble attempt at covering yourself from the stranger. “And who do you think you are, coming into my room, my dreams?” you demanded.

A flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes, your cheeks reddening in response as you felt his power ripple through the room, realization of how powerless you were in this situation hitting you like a shockwave.

He must have recognized your embarrassment, mouth ticking up slightly as he rumbled in a deep voice, “You may call me Thanatos. I am a Prince of Hel.” Lightning sparked down his toned arms as he spoke, stopping your heart as you tried to hide the fear from your face.

“Helfire,” he murmured, softer this time. At your look of confusion, the handsome male amended, “it is not lighting. It is Helfire,” he explained, holding up one hand to demonstrate the bright power. Apollion’s darkness swirled around him where he sat, creating a maelstrom of power, a dark storm that both stole the air from your lungs and charged the energy in the room.

As they drew in their powers, the air in the room settling, you had the frightening realization. Your wild gaze turned to Thanatos, the male fully smirking at you this time as he merely nodded in confirmation of your suspicions. “I didn’t say ‘lightning’,” you breathed. “Can you read my thoughts?”

Thanatos took two steps closer to you, his large form towering over where you sat on the bed. “Yes,” he drawled, gaze flicking to Apollion’s before he continued. “I have heard every dirty, sinful thought you’ve had about my brother.” He showed no mercy, no pity towards your mortified expression. “And every thought about myself since I arrived, for that matter. Not that I had to. We can smell your desire, it’s quite sweet. No wonder that my brother finds his way here so often.”

You looked to Apollion, your heart pounding as you suddenly became aware of your flush, the slick between your legs, your heavy breasts. His expression hadn’t changed, black eyes still watching you with that predatory stillness. Nervously biting your lip, you subtly rolled your hips against the mattress in an attempt at relief, your arousal building much more quickly now in the presence of both of them.

“But you... you are not an incubus?” you questioned, anxiously watching as Apollion’s wings twitched behind him.

Thanatos scoffed at your side. “No, we do not require your pleasure for our survival.”

“But all creatures of Hel - lesser, or most powerful - acquire... a strength, of sorts, from that pleasure,” Apollion murmured, his nostrils flared, chest heaving. It was the most expressive you had ever seen him, clearly overcome with his hunger. His desire, for you.

“Is that why you continue to show up in my dreams? You are drawn to my... pleasure?” you managed to ask. 

Apollion’s gaze raked down your form, as though he could sense how you were fighting not to reach out and touch him. “As I said before, I find you interesting. The potential of bringing you pleasure is one aspect of that.”

You turned to see Thanatos, who had somehow moved even closer to your side, less than an arm’s length away. He smiled down at you, pointed teeth bared in an expression that should have been frightening. “My interest in you is purely carnal. I’ve scented you on my brother, your arousal clinging to him even in Hel. It is tempting.” He clicked his tongue, sizing you up like a meal set before him.

Shaking off the thrill that sent down your spine, you looked between the two princes. “So, what do you want from me, then?”

Apollion’s eyes flickered, his dark aura growing as he leaned closer to you. “Permission. We need permission to touch you,” he breathed, his warm, rich voice like a balm to your fried nerves. Biting back a whimper at their desperate gazes, you nodded.

“You may touch me, please,” you agreed, sitting up and letting the covers drop. Neither prince spared a glance at the nightgown that clung to your body, Apollion instead reaching out a gentlemanly hand - an invitation for you to accept. 

The moment you set your hand in his, his darkness consumed the room, your surroundings disappearing as you were sucked into a dark void. You could see nothing, only feeling your lack of clothing, hearing the soft breathing of the two demons at your front and back.

Apollion’s hand released your own, sliding up your arm to rest above your heart. A dizzying sort of pleasure muddled your thoughts, bones feeling weak as Apollion groaned in front of you, the grip of his hand on your chest growing stronger.

“Good girl,” Thanatos whispered, and you felt his naked body press against yours from behind, his hands supporting your waist. Your hair was swept to the side, Thanatos raking his sharp teeth over your neck, small droplets of blood quickly lapped up with a groan. 

Apollion’s hand moved from your heart, joining his other as they toyed with your nipples, his mouth alternating sucking and licking on each sensitive bud. With a lewd moan, your legs gave out from the pleasure, but instead of falling to the ground, you found yourself lifted in the air. 

You were weightless, floating in this dark void with no eyesight, the brushing of the princes’ bodies against yours the only sign that you were levitating, suspended in the air as Apollion switched placed with Thanatos. Thanatos’s hands slid up your calves, spreading your legs as he moved in between them, the feeling of his warm breath on your inner thighs.

The princes moved in tandem, Apollion’s teeth moving to the same spot on your neck where Thanatos had marked you moments prior, as Thanatos dove into your slick cunt. A moan left your lips, back arching and eyes rolled back as Thanatos’s warm tongue flicked over your clit, sharp teeth nibbling softly as he sucked on the swollen bud. 

Warmth trickled down your neck where Apollion held your head, licking and sucking down to your shoulder. His hands twined around your chest, pinching and rolling your nipples between nimble fingers as Thanatos continued his assault on your pussy.

A finger rubbed gently along your folds, slipping into your aching cunt with ease. Obscene wet sounds echoed through the dark space, heat rising to your cheeks as Thanatos slipped in another finger, cooing to you, “don’t be embarrassed, little one.” He curled his fingers against your sensitive walls, your breaths shuddering as you mewled at his expert touch. “Good girl, let us hear those delicious sounds.”

Apollion chuckled from wherever he was behind you, and you could feel his eyes on your body as you clenched around Thanatos’s fingers. “She’s close,” he murmured, and Thanatos hummed as though he had been waiting for that signal.

You screamed at the sudden shock of pleasure that traveled from Thanatos’s tongue, straight to your clit as he sent you spiraling over the edge into your orgasm. Stars danced in your vision, the only source of light as you moaned, babbling incoherently as the prince worked you through your high.

“That is Helfire,” Thanatos murmured, smugness lacing his tone as you struggled to catch your breath. You heard the demons shifting again, and a small yelp escaped you as you were flipped over onto your hands and knees, completely disoriented in this suspended state of darkness.

Apollion’s familiar hands slid up the backs of your thighs, thumbs spreading your ass open before sliding a finger up your dripping slick. The prince groaned behind you, the sound of him sucking on your juices causing you to clench around nothing. 

A gentle but firm hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face forward. “Open up,” Thanatos spoke in a low rumble, and you obeyed without question, tongue out as you awaited, eager to please. Precum dripped onto your tongue as the head of his cock pressed into your lips, the demon groaning in pleasure as you sucked the tip, flicking your tongue along his slit. 

You leaned forward, hands searching for purchase on Thanatos’s hips as you aimed to take him deeper into your mouth. His cock pushed past your lips, hitting the back of your throat just as you felt Apollion’s hand spreading you further, rubbing his erection against your folds. 

Your moan turned to a gag around Thanatos’s thick length, tears pricking at your eyes as the demon prince’s hands guided your jaw to take him even further. “Relax,” he commanded, tapping your throat. Willing yourself to relax, the prince hummed his approval as he slid fully in your throat, your nose pressed against his lower abdomen. “Stay still. Let us do the work,” he murmured, withdrawing his hips slowly.

He thrust back into your mouth at the same time Apollion pushed into your hips, both princes seated fully inside of you. You practically melted, thankful for whatever dark forces held you up as the two of them began thrusting together inside of you, your wanton moans muffled by Thanatos’s cock down your throat. 

Silky tendrils like wisps of air circled soothing motions over your body, the cool breeze undulating over your peaked nipples, your swollen clit. You were sent over the edge again, overstimulation wracking through you as the demons continued to use you for their pleasure. 

Thanatos twitched in your mouth, tilting your chin up as he said, “swallow it” - your only warning before he spilled down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, tongue flicking out as you collected his remaining seed. The scene must have sent Apollion over the edge, his hips stuttering before he came behind you with a roar.

Your muscles were limp, hardly more than a rag doll as strong arms picked you up bridal style. You were vaguely aware of being back in your bedroom, Apollion pulling the covers over you as Thanatos watched with mild interest.

The demon princes stepped back, darkness beginning to envelop the both of them. “You’re leaving?” you managed to mumble, eyes straining to focus on the pair. 

The corner of Apollion’s mouth ticked up, Thanatos’s eyes shimmering with amusement. “Don’t worry, little one. We’ll be back soon.”

~~~

You awoke the next morning, breath catching in your lungs as you recalled last night’s dream - but it felt too real to be a dream. Kicking off your covers, you tumbled out of bed, still clad in your nightgown. You shook your head, taking a large sip of water from the glass next to your bed as you tried to erase the disappointment that it was in your head.

Sighing, you padded into the bathroom, turning on the water for your shower when you felt a soreness on your neck. Hissing at the dull pain, you turned to the bathroom mirror, recognizing the pain as from the same spot where Thanatos and Apollion had bitten you in your dream. But in that spot, etched into your skin like a healing scar, was an eight-pointed star.

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[wutheringcaterpillar]

Perhaps a oneshot of oppie experiencing possessiveness and jealousy for the first time which could turn him into a desperate man in a way?

I’m curious to see how you would explore that because Oppie was a womanizer and I feel like that does not come with the possessiveness and jealousy.

Warnings: jealousy, slight misogyny, age difference, some fluff, Robert’s pov

-thank you for the request, hope you enjoy lovie

The town gathered near a restaurant by the ocean, celebrating our success with the testing of the atomic bomb. 

The weather was warm, crickets chirping while I walked hand and hand with my wife Y/N, the wind bellowing through the blades of grass.

She was rather stunning, wearing a simplistic black dress, her hair tied up professionally with a hint of makeup. Though I preferred her natural self, she still had a way of radiating and capturing the attention from any room she set foot in.

Before we were too far past the door way, a man approached her, offering to buy her a drink. I didn’t think anything of it at first, wishing for her to simply enjoy herself on a beautiful night like tonight.

As I carried on in conversation with strangers I hardly knew, time seemed to pass, and I glanced down at my watch realizing it had been nearly thirty minutes she’d been at the bar.

She never was a drinker, only having a light rum and coke every now and then, never went past a singular drink.

When I was about to excuse myself to go check on her, I stopped in my tracks, witnessing the scene unfold before my very own eyes. 

She was still there, the drink she ordered hardly touched still sitting on the bartop, while a man was smiling, failing at hiding the amber blush on his face. 

She was laughing harmoniously, completely intrigued by whatever the man was saying. He hadn’t touched her yet, but their proximity was far too close for me to be comfortable.

Her eyes connected with mine from across the room, perhaps in an attempt to see if I was noticing.

Containing my composure, another man walked toward me, wanting to discuss the physics aspect of my endeavors.

As he began talking, the words coming from him seemed to go in one ear and out the other, which was a shame due to my field of study, and knowledgeable suggestions.

I couldn’t stop glancing over, wanting nothing more to intervene, yet I didn’t. I was not a jealous man, nor controlling of my wife. I wanted to see her enjoy herself, see her socializing and putting in the time and effort for my successes as I do hers.

When he leaned in closer, whispering something surely inappropriate in her ear, I found myself becoming more and more concerned, the odd feeling of jealousy consuming my very being.

He was a young, wise man whom I had taught at the college, much closer to her age range, I hadn’t recognized him until now, it had been years since I’d seen him.

His name was James, and much to my dismay, they had grown to be very close friends. Yet for some odd reason I resonated with a profound feeling of jealousy, to which I’d never felt before.

I began to wonder if this was how my ex wife felt. Uncommon, and indescribable, I wasn’t sure if I should approach or watch from afar, as if I wanted to put my wife to the test.

Regardless, of how terrible that may sound there was no denying the longing, lusting gaze James portrayed to Y/N.

My stomach bubbled like a boiling pot with unease, unsure of what actions I should take if any. 

I kept my distance, trying to give my wife the benefit of the doubt and not wanting to appear as a jealous, controlling husband.

After a few moment she excused herself to the restroom, taking her purse along with her and I noticed he began to fix his hair in the mirror behind the bar, pulling what looked like to be breath mints from his pockets. Was he planning to kiss my wife in front of myself and everyone else in the room?

My thoughts ran ragged and before I knew it she was walking back from the bathroom and I found my feet wandering.

Approaching the bar, attempting to hide my concern, which I was not quite good at might I add. She hadn’t glanced in my direction, unknowing I was nearly almost beside here until I ran my hand down her arm, pulling her closely to my side with gentleness.

“Oh, sweetheart! James was just telling me how he traveled to Oxford. Did you know he can speak three different languages? Impressive isn’t it?” Temptation to wipe that grin off of his face washed over me like a freight train yet I resided, simply smiling kindly, holding my tongue.

“Please, you’re by far more intuitive than I ever will be. Robert I must tell you, you’re a lucky man, Y/N’s one hell of a woman.” He extended his hand to shake mine as I was stood there stunned by his words and the audacity to say it to my face in front of her.

As a man myself, I knew that very well to be code for “i’d fuck your wife if I could, if the opportunity were to arise” and here she was blushing next to me. I bit down on my tongue in aggravation, putting forth my best attempt at a friendly smile as I shook his hand.

I tried to convince myself that he never would be able to get his hands on my sweet Y/N but I couldn’t help to think of my swift way of words with women in the past and how easy it was to charm a woman, sometimes leading her on. I knew how James was operating and I refused to stay here and watch it any longer.

I stayed near her side, eventually ushering her back home, to where I desperately needed to be.

I was not an angry man, nor irrational and I refused to blamedher for any of it. Instead blaming myself for acting like an insecure, childish boy, knowing that perhaps she could do better than me, maybe she was settling out of fear of breaking my heart.

Walking into the bedroom, I shed myseld of my clothes and found myself, sitting on the bed replaying the interactions in my head, creating obscure scenarios of imagining my wife leaving me for a man more around her age, with similar interests. Pleasuring her, picturing her moans, and the different positions she could be in.

Hearing the bathroom door open, I lifted my weary head to find my wife standing there, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

In that moment I truly took in her extraordinary, delicate facial features, the way her body captivated a melodic, shining aura of kindness, and attractiveness.

She was magnificent, and the thought of possibly losing her shattered my heart, a feeling I’d never worried about with past lovers.

Without saying a word, she examined my desperate, saddened state and took a seat next to me on the bed, reading me like a book she’s read a trillion times.

“What’s wrong love? You only trace your wedding ring when something is on your mind. Did I do something wrong?” I immediately stopped her, insisting it was nothing she did, but moreso my thought process of others actions.

My chest felt heavy, a sour, bitter taste of jealousy settling on my tongue, unknowing of how to cope with such a strong sense of discomfort, and fragility.

“You’re my wife and I suppose I can tell you anything.” I reached with shaking hands, intertwining ours together in worry and desperation when she nodded with concern for me to continue.

“Seeing you with James tonight, I can’t help but think that I’m at risk of losing you. He’s charismatic, charming, shares similar interests. I also know that he’s more around your age, and for the first time in my life I feel weak, and worried that I’m not the right partner for you.” A wave of relief washed over my chest, but I found myself scared for her response. What if I was right? Nor did I want her to spare my feelings. I knew I was acting out of my usual character, and the revelation that I could feel such insecure jealousy caused me a great discomfort.

Her angelic eyes surmised with concern, but spoke with sincerity as her fingers caressed mine devotionally.

 “Darling. I don’t care about James, if he thought he was getting anywhere with me well, he is sadly mistaken. I’d never leave you for him. I love you and only you, okay?” Her soft hands rubbed my back soothingly, her eyes speaking with valid sincerity and admiration yet that wasn’t enough for my concern to dissipate.

I was holding James to a standard that I once was. Though I may not have held the confidence and ego he did, I knew the way to a woman’s heart, those soft spots that would make them weak at the knees.

“Y/N, we both know with my past I have no right to complain. He knows my past, the whole world does. I know it must be hard for you to deal with me. I’m not exactly a perfect husband. I’d never cheat on you and I have changed, but I still feel undeserving of your love and the immense amount of patience you have with me. You can’t tell me you’ve never bared the concern of me being away from home.” Even with my complaints and assumptions she still held her composure, not one raising her voice at me. If anything lowering her tone to a monotone of ease and grace.

She spoke with the utmost clarity, and honesty, almost like she didn’t even have to think before speaking.

“No I haven’t love. I really haven’t. Who would I be as a wife to hold your past against you? Each day we grow, we learn, and you sitting here speaking with me in this way tells me all I need to know. Most men don’t come to their wives with their problems and I’m grateful you do. Love’s a funny thing and I’ve always lived by when you know, you know and I’ve never had that desirable feeling until I met you Robert. Excuse my language but fuck what anyone else thinks. I love you and only you, since the day you stopped me in the pouring rain outside that cafe to help me pick up my books that got ruined and you remember what you did?” A small, delicate smile formed on my face, reminiscing back to the first day I met my endearing wife.

She was running late to her class and had been running on little to no sleep. She vented about how her alarm didn’t go off, and the coffee shop accidentally gave her the incorrect order and was worried the professor would be upset.

I calmed her down to the best of my ability, even buying her a quick breakfast and offered to drive her there, refusing to allow this beautiful women to walk in the pouring down rain.

The next time I saw her was in my class room. Physics wasn’t her strong suit but she never gave up, never afraid to ask for help. I ended up buying her a new set of books, ensuring they were first edition with a notes section and helped her after class. Our bond became strong, growing more and more every day until I finally asked her on a formal dinner date after she graduated. The rest is history.

“I do, I do. My love. I want to apologize for tonight.” My hand reached for a wild strand of her silk hair, brushing the smooth texture behind her ear, getting lost once more in her bright, loving eyes as I’ve done many times.

She shook her head as if I didn’t need to apologize but I carried on.

“I acted foolishly and I should have just pulled you aside there and then to voice my concern. Now I bid the question, will you forgive me for my childish actions and thoughts?” She giggled, settling her warm hands on my cheeks and leaning in, connecting her smooth velvet lips with me in a desirable manner, deepening the kiss with the utmost love.

“You’re forgiven my darling. Just please talk to me from now on with any concerns. I’m here for the long run and if I recall we have an unfinished puzzle sitting at the table. What do you say I put on some tea and we see if we can finish this thing tonight snd then perhaps make sweet love after?” She hadn’t need to say anymore. I followed her in all her wonderous beauty, reaching up to the shelf she couldn’t reach, bringing the tea down for her as I went off to start a fire in the dining room.

We took our usual seats under the dim light of the tabletop lamp, carrying on in casual conversation as I made jokes she didn’t understand, and she expressed details of the newer books she’d been reading. Things felt normal, as if nothing happened tonight, and I found myself falling more and more in love with my beautiful wife with each passing second. She truly was a diamond in the dust, and I’m beyond grateful for her every day and that with opportunity I had the chance to put a diamond on her finger, forever indebted to her forgiving, patience, and strength.

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[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

I Love You

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1149

Warning: Mild language, fluff, flashback, angst…

Prompt: You are planning to leave to New Orleans after Gibbs says you both couldn’t continue what was going on. However, your plan doesn’t seem to go through…

Y/N's POV

I hurry inside my house and start up the stairs before stopping. I just realized my door was unlocked and the lights were on. However, my gut didn't have a bad feeling.

So, I slowly descend down the stairs and look into the living room where Jethro was sat and nursing a glass of bourbon. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I was anticipating that I would be gone before any of them found out I was leaving.

"You seem to be in a hurry." He says, his blue eyes slowly roaming over me.

I hated when he did that. I hated how a simple look from him made me so weak in the knees. I hated how much I missed us even if it wasn't exactly what I wanted. I hated how much I loved him.

For six years, I hoped that he'd come around to the idea of a relationship. Instead, for six years we've had sex any given moment we could. I practically lived at his house until about three months ago when he said this had to stop.

I was buttoning up my blouse, knowing not to overstay. I could feel his eyes on me and I tried to ignore them. But, I loved when his eyes were on me.

"Y/N." He says.

I turn around and face him. He was sitting up in the bed now, the sheets covering his lower half. My eyes meet his and I try to ignore the stinging at the back of my eyes. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what he was going to say.

"No. Don't say it, Jethro." I whisper.

"You have feelings and how are you ever going to get over them if we keep doing this? We need to stop. You need to move on. I have rule twelve in place for a reason. I really don't want to lose you as a friend or a co-worker." He says.

"Jethro...I don't understand how you were able to push your feelings away!" I say upset.

"We can't keep doing this. We have to stop." He says, completely ignoring what I just said.

"Fine. Have it your way, Gibbs." I say.

I didn't miss the flash of hurt in his eyes. He hated when I called him Gibbs, he's mentioned it a lot. He prefers Jethro or even baby time to time. I gather my stuff, ignoring his whisper out to me as I leave the bedroom. I wipe away a tear that falls down my cheek and hurry out of his home.

"Gibbs, what are you doing here?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

"You tell me." He says, tilting his head slightly as he studies me.

"I don't owe you an explanation." I say.

"Actually, you do." He says, his voice hardening.

"Do I? You were my boss. That's it. I'm leaving. It's my decision, not yours." I say firmly.

My chest clenches as one thing repeats in my head.

Lies.

I hated that I was leaving behind everything that I've come to love here. Not to mention this is the only place that's ever felt like home.

"You do owe me an explanation. If anyone got a goodbye, I deserve that goodbye. You're not leaving though." He says.

"I can't do this with you. I'm tired of this game your playing. For six years we slept together and I had hopes that maybe you'd come to term with your feelings. Instead, you cut it off. You want me to move on, Gibbs? I can't do that here with you. No matter how many dates I go on, they'll never be you. As long as I'm here, I won't be able to get over you. I need to leave. It's not fair that I'm tearing myself apart while your so easily able to hide your feelings as if you never had them. And maybe you didn't. Maybe you lied." I say.

"Have I ever lied to you before, Y/N?" He asks.

"When you said you couldn't be in a relationship because of rule twelve...you lied. I know you and I know when you lie. You lied straight to my damn face. It's not because of rule twelve. It's because your scared you bastard." I snap.

"I've got nothing to be scared of." He grunts.

"Gibbs, leave. I need to finish packing. My flight leaves tomorrow." I say.

"You're not leaving." He says, setting the glass down as he stands.

"I am." I say, moving towards the front door as he walks towards me.

I open it, looking at him as I motion him out. He looks at me, stepping closer as he pushes the door shut. I glare up at him and he pushes me against the door.

"Gibbs, leave." I say.

"Jethro...call me Jethro." He murmurs.

"No! We. Are. Done! You made that clear. Now leave!" I exclaim.

"No. I'm staying and so are you. I told Vance you changed your mind. He pulled the papers so you aren't going to New Orleans. I had McGee hack into the air flight system and get you a refund. There is no flight tomorrow. I couldn't stop anything about you selling the house, so you'll stay with me. But, I was able to have the landlord of your almost apartment in New Orleans, to get rid of the contract." He says.

"What have you done!? Why can't you let me be happy? I'm trying Gibbs! You told me to move on and when I try, you have to ruin it!" I shout.

"I saw that email and realized that I love you and I'd be damned if I let you leave." He says.

"I-I...what?" I whisper.

"I love you." He says.

"Jethro." I whisper and his lips quirk up.

"Y/N." He murmurs.

"Stop it." I whisper, looking away as I try to push him away.

He doesn't budge. He keeps me against the door, our chests pressed against each other and his hands rested on either side of my head as he stared down at me.

"I love you." He whispers.

I look at him again, looking for some sign of deception. This felt like a trick. A trick to keep me here. But, Jethro doesn’t lie...he doesn't trick and I could read him better than anyone else. So, there I stood looking into the blue eyes that only shone with honesty and love.

"God! Your such a bastard!" I snarl and he chuckles, kissing me roughly.

My hands find his hair, tugging on it softly and he grunts against my lips, deepening the kiss as he presses himself further against me.

He pulls away, looking down at me with those intense blue eyes that were now shades darker.

"Get your stuff, your coming home." He murmurs.

#gibbs #gibbs imagine #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #ncis imagine #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs smut #ncisedit #ncis smut #ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #ncis reader insert #ncis team #ncis fic #ncisverse #ncis

[droids-in-disguise]

Good Omens 2 making me think a lot about religion and religious deconstruction.

For context, I grew up Baptist, went to Catholic school for jr. high, and attended a private Christian school for my undergrad.

I grew up being told that the Bible was the ultimate source of truth, that is was the guidebook for our lives as Christians, and that, most importantly it should be taken literally.

I started wrestling with the concept of queerness when I was in jr. high. By then I had joined tumblr and had a best friend who was openly pan. But it was still a problem, because my church's reading of the Bible was that being gay was a sin. I existed very much in that "hate the sin, love the sinner" space that so many Christians seem to think is the appropriate answer. I also realized that despite being told that my church was doing Christianity the "right" way, these Catholics seemed to be just as sure in their conviction that they were doing it the right way.

In high school, I could sometimes privately admit to myself that the label "asexual" felt good, but more often than not I would lie to myself and say I was just too busy with grades and extracurricular activities to commit time to dating boys. I certainly never came out to anyone.

Ironically, it was the theology classes I took in college combined with the freedom of living away from my parents that helped me to finally realize that the Church as I knew it did not have the final say.

I learned that Biblical canon was not always set in stone and that it varies from denomination, that Hebrew and Greek words can have more than one translation or even no direct translation in English, I learned about liberation theology, and about womanist/feminist interpretations of scripture. Outside of theology class I took classes focused on Islamic history and literature. I had conversations about faith with my Muslim, Jewish, and Pagan peers. I met queer people who were both queer and Christian and who didn't see these identities as conflicting.

I had an old, hardass British lit professor who said something once during our study of Paradise Lost that I'll never forget, and that was that he believed God was like a diamond or some other precious gemstone, and that that all the different groups of Christians, Jews, and Muslims were all just seeing different facets of the same thing. Apparently this statement was something he had once told university higher-ups and it nearly cost him his job.

Despite all the deconstruction and the private acknowledgement that the church I grew up in did not have a monopoly on truth, I still went to church for years after. I did have the good sense to stop going to my parents' church and found one that was much more progressive and openly accepting of queer people, but even still it was hard to separate how much of me was there because I wanted to be there and how much was out of obligation or some sense of needing to reclaim my now tarnished view of the Church. I'm not sure where I sit now, only that I don't think I can be the one to create change from within, I am too damaged and tired for that.

All of this is why I think I relate so deeply to Aziraphale and the journey his character has undertaken, and why claims that he behaved out-of-character in the finale or that his coffee was drugged irritate me so much, because in another universe where I'm Aziraphale, I could see myself doing and saying the exact same things.

Letting go is hard, it's been painful and traumatic for me, I can't imagine what it would be for a being like Aziraphale with a much longer history.

There's such a strong desire to believe that it's only some of the Church that's bad and that if we have enough good people on the inside we can change it for the better.

Aziraphale has been hurt by Heaven and he's realized that Heaven is just as capable of doing bad as Hell (in many ways what Heaven does is more sinister because they won't admit to the bad and hide behind the façade of goodness and moral superiority), but he's a people pleaser and he's been an angel for so long, he can't just let go of his community and everything he has ever known no matter how poorly he has been treated by said Heavenly community. So then he gets this offer, work for Heaven, be in charge, make a difference. He can keep Heaven and Crowley, have his cake and eat it too. Of course he takes the job.

Crowley has had the outsider perspective for longer, he was the first to start asking questions. Perhaps there was a time when he too would've said yes to the Metatron, but now he knows better.

"We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell. They're toxic!"

Aziraphale hasn't reached the same level of understanding that Crowley has, that no matter how many times he goes crawling back, Heaven will never truly accept him or be the place for him.

They way this story has been told over the past two seasons has been magnificent. Just as I can pinpoint all the different moments in my life that have helped to unravel what I thought I knew, we as the audience get to watch Aziraphale have these revelations too. In the first season we have the ineffable plan and this idea that armageddon is necessary and that Aziraphale shouldn't be the one to question it, but he does question it because he loves humanity, sees their goodness, and can't understand why a good God would allow them to be destroyed.

In season two, I found the bits surrounding Job to be especially poignant. First the shock that Heaven would condone the killing of children, then the realization that Crowley wouldn't kill the children or the goats going against his demonic "nature" proving Aziraphale's assumptions wrong, and finally the fear that lying would make him into a demon and the surprise when this turned out not to be true.

I have a feeling that by the end of season 3, when we get it, we will have the satisfaction of seeing Aziraphale and Crowley finally on the same page and I for one can't wait.

#good omens #good omens s2 spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2

[sadruru]

"Captivity begins with one's own mind."

A story about Melissa with an old illustration (old, yep, from last year!). As it turns out, Baphomet has played a cruel trick on her. This is a very important part in her story. Later I will illustrate this moment in the comic strip. Doesn't everyone in Baphomet's lineage like to play with nerves???? HAHAHAHAHA ;D I love how it turned out anyway! Why not post it here? I just wanted to reveal a bit of her character back when I wasn't drawing comics yet. I'm a not good writer. I tried very carefully to translate (maybe). That's a lot of reading to do, hehehe. Enjoy the despair ~ ...

The heart of demon lord Baphomet's domain - the Inevitability Prison. Another room. Another torture chamber. This place is part of an eternal labyrinth, littered with suffering souls and their torturers.

The labyrinth was the property of Baphomet, and once again the commander felt the call of the Abyss. The call of destruction and murder confused the thoughts in her head. The commander could hardly contain herself, venting her anger at the servants of the Father of the Minotaurs. A weary glance fell on the cracked mirror in the corner. The commander saw her reflection and - vaguely and briefly - the master of this prison glimpsed in it

No one noticed how Melissa had fallen behind the squad. Does no one see it but her? Does no one hear it?

- How long you gonna hide from us, goat?! I've had enough of these stupid riddles! Give me back the Hand of the Inheritor, or I'll gladly find you again and gut you! - a cheeky grin touched her face. Her eyes lit up with scarlet fire.

Baphomet let such a brazen insult pass his ears. He grinned, glaring intently at his enemy.

His eyes reflected… victory?

- An empty boast, mortal. But I see our last conversation has borne results,- he pointed a finger at his forehead with a bloody, burning star, repeating what he had once said: - "Captivity begins with your own mind". There was that phrase again. From the first few seconds it had been lingering in the commander's mind. Melissa didn't understand why those words were so irritating to her.

- Are you showing off again? Threats don't scare me.

- I'm not threatening you. Rather, I'm reminding you that I've studied you, your thoughts and feelings. There's no need to get rid of you myself. I wonder what will happen first - will your mind destroy itself now or afterward, if you close the Abyss? I've met your kind before. It doesn't always take physical strength to defeat you. - every word was infused with arrogance and poison.

- What the hell are you...

- A world-abused, terrified, unhappy tiefling-child. You know what I mean? You're in my domain. Your mind is like an open book. Still remembering all your hurts? - in the shards of the mirror there are pictures of the past and faces of familiar people, - Do you remember the face of your dear mother that day? No... But that look! So cold, unfamiliar, empty... You admired her so much.

The smug grin quickly disappeared from Melissa's face.

Everything came into view as if it had happened yesterday, when her happy childhood had begun to crack.

- And your beloved father? What did he do to you? Do you remember the mad fear for your life, the pleas for mercy? Which gods did you turn to then? A poor kitten, tied up, thrown into the raging river in a dirty, cramped sack, without the slightest hope of rescue...

- Stop it!

The wounds never healed, even after many years. The pain always returned, coming in waves, and each time it was worse. It became hard to breathe. Blood boiled with rage. A drop of cold sweat rolled down her cheek.

Trying to break free of the illusion was futile.

The commander realized that this was nothing more than another trick… But her soul was still torn apart.

The demon lord's words hurt like knives.

- What about old friends? A friend who deemed you useless and betrayed you for the sake of her freedom and safety. The laughter in her eyes. The cracked skull of a dear comrade who died because of you. And you only escaped and survived because of him!

- I said enough! Stay out of my head! - Melissa's voice trembled, her legs shaking under the weight of her past. Her chest was squeezing painfully.

- Have you ever thought about what will happen when the crusade is over? Will your "faithful" companions, all those people, still need you? What about that boy, who fell in love with someone like you? Have you wondered: are they not using you because you are useful?

The demon lord's voice changed. It became almost affectionate:

- They will quickly forget your existence and get rid of you. They will look at you the same way, like the dirt beneath their feet, tiefling. That's the way it was, is, and always will be. No one will be there for you like the day you died. It was scary to die helplessly, slowly, alone, with your neck cut, wasn't it? Once again, the world condemned you to die.

- Shut your fucking mouth, asshole!!!!

A cry of pure anger echoed through the dark corridors. Her fist struck the fragile mirror with all its force, ending its existence.

And only in her ears could she still hear the laughter of the Lord of the Labyrinth.

A hellish pain brought her back to her senses: the shards were embedded in her arm. The companions found Melissa quickly enough. The leopard led them to his mistress. She was sitting on her knees. As soon as she raised her head, she could read the shock and worry on her companions' faces.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, not a couple minutes.

Something was wrong.

Something had changed in the commander - everyone understood it from the first second. Melissa looked at her companions. In the red eyes read a lot of things… Doubt? Distrust? Despair? Like a wild animal trapped in a cage, surrounded by enemies.

From that moment on, nightmares and insomnia began to plague her more and more often, almost every night. In Drezen, many people noticed the change in Melissa. The fun, cheerful girl was turning into a walking corpse, repelling any attempt to speak or care for her. Periodically she repeated the same thing quietly, barely noticeable, like a curse:

- Captivity begins with one's own mind… She's broken like the shards of a mirror.

#pathfinder: wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #artists on tumblr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wotr commander #Melissa #oc

[peterdarlingg]

Hey I loved your fic!!! And just wanted to say you write so well.

Can you make a fic where Y/N is really good at singing and Peter being being enthralled by her. Just some fluff please?? :))))

Her voice

Pairing: Peter parker x reader

Synopsis: Peter walks in on the most angelic thing he’s ever heard.

Warnings: fluff, bad writing, cringe, probably typos and grammar mistakes that I fail to correct.

A/n: @euphoricdreamsidreamabout so sorry it’s been so long I’ve been working on it ever since you sent the request. Life’s been hard and still is. But I finally forced myself to finish it and hopefully you like it. Thank you for liking my writing <3 and a big thank you to everyone else who gives my writing their time of day. Enjoy loves 🤍☃️

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It was right after school that you and Peter decided that you’ll meet at your place after school to hang out. He told you he would patrol a bit after school though to make time to hang out with you after peacefully.

You found out that Peter is spider-man after finding his suit in his closet. Which wasn’t a very good Hiding place you told him later. You were watching a movie together and got cold so you decided to get his hoodie from his closet and Peter didn’t think much of it.

Of course he didn’t that’s why everyone figures it out.

You were sitting down at your desk doing some homework to pass time until Peter comes. You had your headphones on with your studying playlist playing.

You started to hum to your favorite song as Peter was climbing through your window. You always keep the window open when you have plans to meet. Humming slowly started to turn into singing and you got more louder as you got lost in the music and started enjoying yourself. Peter was mid way in the window and paused. He was awestruck of your voice.

He always thought you had such an angelic voice anyway but hearing you sing, he was at a loss for words.

Peter always knew how shy you were to sing in-front of anyone even him. Ever since you got together he’s been begging to hear you sing. Why? You didn’t know. You were the most confident person he knew but when it comes to singing or humming even in front of anyone at all you would freeze. You just couldn’t do it.

This was the first time Peter was hearing you sing ever since you first knew each other. He slowly closed the window behind him and tried not to make any noise even though you had headphones on. He wanted to be extra careful to be able to listen to you.

He stood there for a minute kind of creepy like but it was cute. His eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape. He smiled softly as the song ended and you stopped singing.

“PETER!” You shouted as your heart was still reacting from the scare.

“Oh my god you scared the crap outta me,” you huffed as you put your hand on your chest to steady yourself.

“Why are you being all weird?” You asked him as you saw him stand there not moving an inch. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” You said in concern seeing as he wasn’t blinking.

“Your voice is stunning,” he breathed out. “I’ve never heard anything like it,” he said smiling, eyes crinkling.

Your face heated up and cheeks turned red as you realized that he heard you singing while coming in and you didn’t even notice. “You heard that huh?” You said barely above a whisper, looking down bashfully.

“Yeah,” he softly said while slowly approaching you. “And I’m absolutely enthralled by it,” he said still captivated by your voice that’s replaying in his head.

“I mean,” “It’s not that good” you quietly said after a moment. “What do you mean?” He said confused. “You’re absolutely amazing—“ I-I mean your voice!” “Your voice is amazing,” he stuttered nervously but sincerely.

“We’ll, thanks I guess,” still kind of embarrassed. “You should sing more,” Peter offered. “Trust me if you weren’t good I wouldn’t lie to you about it,” he said confidently.

“No you absolutely would,” you said nodding. “Yeah, I would,” he said a bit shamefully.

You laughed and his head perked up at the sound. “It’s okay though I’ll believe you this time,” you winked.

“Or I’ll try you know.” “Still don’t like the way I sound, you know I’m kinda embarrassed that you heard that,” you said quietly.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I loved it.” He said bashfully, looking down.

He suddenly enveloped you in a giant bear hug. “I love you,” you blurted suddenly. Well great to ruin it now, you thought.

You haven’t said that yet since you and Peter have been together for about 3 months. You thought it was too soon to say but you couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Peter looked up in panic. “Oh,” he said after a moment.

“Oh?” You said panicking now, absolutely sure he doesn’t feel the same way. “I’m so sorry just forget I ever said anything please okay?” You said quickly. “I’m sorry I don’t know why I-“

“I love you too,” he said strongly now. “You do?” You said in shock. “I love you,” he repeated.

Coming closer now inches between both of you. He put his left hand on your cheek and leaned in a bit. “Is this okay?” He whispered. “Yes,” you said softly resting your forehead against his.

You weren’t sure how it happened but somehow you found your lips pressed against his. It was an awkward kiss but the best you’ve had cause it was with Peter.

“Can you sing for me tonight?” He whispered as he pulled away. You laughed a bit and gave his cheek a peck.

“I’ll think about it.” You said teasingly, rolling your eyes. “I’ll take it,” he said laughing.

He couldn’t wait to hear you sing again and live this moment again.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman #tom holland x reader #peter parker fluff #marvel #fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #my writing #fluff

[sweetwhitechoco]

Golden Joinery

So my original plan for this was to write up some scenes for my fancomic about the start of season 3 of Sonic Prime, but it got a little longer over the week so it became a oneshot fanfic. Ha! xD

(Also I had some issues uploading this on AO3, so I'm gonna upload it here for now instead.)

Just a little bit of hurt/comfort. This one takes place after episode 16, Ghost of a Chance. Hope you enjoy!

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"The only person I can trust is myself."

Shadow watched in silent rage as Nine carried the shards and walked away into a purple framed portal, leaving nothing behind. Sonic was standing below the cave entrance, he held his hands up to his face, hiding whatever expression he had.

Not that Shadow could see it from where he stood, but he guessed the blue hedgehog was pretty dejected about Nine's betrayal.

So much for that trust.

-

Harrowed by what just happened, Sonic repeated what Nine told him over and over in his mind.

"You just assumed I'd go along with you, no matter what."

"Did you even consider what I wanted?!"

"I am real!"

"Just.. not your real friend."

"Trust you? The only person I can trust is--"

".. you listening?"

He briefly snapped out of his thoughts when Shadow's voice broke through, who stepped directly in front of him. Sonic didn't even realize he already slumped down against the wall, didn't realize his darker counterpart was addressing him.

His hands lowered as he looked up in worry, expecting a seething Shadow with clenched fists at the ready. But there was none of that, Shadow simply crouched down to face him, mahogany eyes were now piercing into emerald ones.

"What happened here?"

".. You're really gonna ask me that?"

"Yes."

Sonic sighed. Where could he even begin explaining this mess to him?

"You were right about Nine, Shadow. He refused to fix Green Hill," he paused briefly to study Shadow's expression, then continued when he saw him nodding, "and he took the shards away."

Sonic's ears were lowered, remembering what he told Shadow right before the battle. "I really thought we could.." he trailed off as soon as his voice cracked.

"That we could trust him.." His throat felt too tight, it was hard to form words at this point. This was too painful, the previous mistakes he caused rushed back into his memory. His eyes were wide with shock and sorrow like never before, realized how much he really messed up.

"Sonic?"

Tears welled up in his eyes, he covered his face again and shifted away from his rival. How could Sonic ever fix this, it was lost on him. He could never face Shadow, not after he warned him about Nine for more than once.

By now they lost the shards, their only way to getting back home, because of him. He lost Nine, a friend he thought- no, believed- trusted him as much as he did Tails.

He was wrong. Again.

This is all his fault.

-

"Sonic?"

Shadow called out to Sonic, a hint of concern in his voice. His rival didn't respond, only shifted away as he covered his face again.

Just as he slowly reached his hand out, Shadow was caught off guard when he heard the small sobs that escaped Sonic's mouth.

He lowered his arm, eyes wide at the blue hedgehog that broke down in tears. This was beyond what he imagined; Shadow never expected Sonic to take Nine's betrayal this badly. His face turned to the floor, the way his rival cried already becoming too much for the ultimate lifeform.

What can he do at times like this? Shadow can't just tell Sonic to stop crying in this state, he had to approach this.. odd situation differently.

However, with little knowledge and experience on comforting others he found himself lost on solutions.

Well, there was one way he could think of. He had to swallow his pride to act on it, but for what its worth Sonic needed someone to be there for him.

Shadow sighed again as he held out his arms, wrapped them firmly around Sonic. He pulled him into a gentle embrace, knowing that he would definitely regret this one later.

"What am I going to do with you?"

-

Sonic suddenly felt something- or rather, someone- pressing against him, like he's being pulled into a hug. He opened his eyes to see the familiar quills of black and red, it took him by surprise as he realized it was Shadow who held him.

"What am I going to do with you?"

The blue blur's crying came to a brief halt, he refocused his vision to make sure it wasn't a trick of the mind. Yep, it was his broody rival who hugged him.

"S- Shadow?"

The dark hedgehog remained silent for a moment.

"I know you're not okay with what Nine did."

He paused at Shadow's words, and tears threatened to fall again. Sonic lowered his arms to hold him in return, chose to hide his tears by burying his face into the dark hedgehog's shoulder.

He slowly regained his breathing into a more stable pattern, taking his time to recover himself. The sobs have subsided after a minute or two, although his eyes grew tired from letting it all out of his system.

"You.. said you didn't trust him."

"I still don't," Shadow said this with absolute resolve, then he continued with a calmer tone, "but you did. You.. gave him a chance, and I'm not sure why, but I wanted to do the same."

Sonic didn't know how to respond to that, now that he was proven wrong. He let out a nervous chuckle at himself in defeat.

"I guess that makes two of us with trust issues."

Shadow looked at him briefly before a sad smile rested on his face. "Yeah, you can say that again."

They both held each other through the silence in the cave, an unexpected turn yet most welcome on Sonic's case. He didn't realize how much he needed this until now, it made him appreciate Shadow being there more than ever before.

"Thanks, Shadow."

-

He knew he was taking his time with calming Sonic down, but the contact felt also comforting to the dark hedgehog. The reason he decided to let go was Sonic being too sentimental about it. Or that he realized he might regret letting go after all.

"Um, anyway.. what I'm trying to say is;" Shadow pulled Sonic away as he cleared his throat, "you shouldn't give up because of this."

The blue hedgehog scoffed at him with a confused pair of eyes, appearing offended.

"I wasn't going to give up on our home."

"Good. Because we're still in this," his rival stood up when he said this, held out his hand to him with a smirk, "together?"

Sonic felt a surge of new hope rushing into him when he saw the confidence that Shadow's smile gave off. He grinned back at him before taking his offered hand, the hedgehogs faced each other with stronger, newfound bond.

"Together."

-

"Where did the shards go?!" Mr. Dr. Eggman shouted at the screen which scanned the area for prism energy. There were no energy spikes like it showed him before, which means..

"They moved the shards elsewhere.."

He grumbled to himself and moved back to his control panel, pressed a button to activate a video call.

"Members of the Chaos Council, fall back to the Mothership! The hedgehogs were a distraction; they took the shards away to another location!"

He didn't even bother waiting for a response from the rest of his team and cut the call shortly. There was another problem at their plate, as Mr. Dr. Eggman checked their ship's energy storage.

They barely have enough leftover energy from the shards, it could only track them through at least one or two more gateway.

"Curse these hedgehogs!"

He slammed the control board down in rage. They wasted too much of their time and effort into this chase game, when they could have used all that prism energy to build their empire and destroy the rebellion!

In that moment, the evil genius' brain remembered something. And it brought him a newer idea, that these two rodents might be the key to more than just restoring the lost shards. Mr. Dr. Eggman allowed himself a grin at his new revelation, and quickly began preparing the Mothership to retrieve the rest of the Chaos Council.

Should this plan work as intended, the power to dominate the multiverse will be immediately at their grasp.

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Well, that's about it. Thanks for reading! ^^

#zai writes fanfic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic prime #shadow the hedgehog #mr. dr. eggman #nine the fox #oneshot #I've decided to publicly embrace the cringe that is my writing

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝐼

"You ready?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes," I breathe, "I'm just a little scared of heights."

"It's okay," smiles Namjoon, "You can hold my hand if you want."

"Thank you," I accept his offer.

As the helicopter begins to ascend, my grip on Namjoon's hand gets tighter. 

"Yuna-" Namjoon yelps, "Don't crush my hand."

"I'm sorry," I reply with a look of regret.

"It's okay. Just calm down. Nothing will happen." Namjoon smiles.

I nod at him as I look outside to see the dry desert below me. No matter how much I hated these deserts, I loved my job too much to let it discourage me. I had started out studying and analysing data from other people. Now I was here, collecting them myself and trying to unravel mysteries. I was so lucky to meet Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok. They were always there for me. I looked at Hoseok smiling excitedly and realised I had reached the spot.

I was nervous.

"Namjoon," I said, "I'm nervous."

"Why? It's just another pyramid." He replied.

"I know," I sighed, "I don't know..."

"It's okay," he took your hand in his, "We're all here."

I smiled at him. 

"C'mon love birds. You can do staring later. We've got set up to do!" Jin screamed.

Namjoon and I blushed.

Namjoon and I, both liked each other but decided to stay friends till both of us were steady and stable in the archaeology field. But that didn't hold back Jin from teasing us both. 

"See you later," I meekly said and ran towards Jin.

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"So, which blanket do you want?" Hoseok asks, "Red or black?"

"Black, please," I reply.

"Here," he hands the black neatly folded blanket to me.

It was night right now. The team and I took all afternoon and evening to set up the camp. It was really hard under the scorching sun. Moving heavy objects, setting the tents, setting up fences so that robbers or bandits wouldn't sneak in and steal, etc. I had to join in to help them since we needed to get it set up before the night fell.

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"Hey," he said from behind.

"Who-", I clutched my heart, "Oh my God, Taehyung, you really need to stop doing that."

"Sorry," he gave me a boxy smile.

"You don't want me to die. Do you?" I asked smiling at him.

"No!" he exclaimed, "Of course not."

"Then stop doing that," I smiled but soon realized, "Taehyung! Oh my, someone will see you. Hide." 

"No," he laughed, "I'm disguised with a cloth. See." 

"I'm still worried," I pout.

"It's okay, darling. No one will see me." he smiled at me, "Let's go."

"Where?" I raised my eyebrow.

"To the east market," he pointed to the road which takes us there.

"But the east market is for the rich," I replied.

"I am rich." He smirks.

"No one here knows that," I replied with a smirk.

"They don't need to," he smiled, "Or does my darling want everyone here to know that?"

"NO!" I screamed.

I apologised to people around us who looked at me like I was crazy.

"Haha, then come on." He tugged my sleeves.

"Okay," I smiled clinging onto his arms.

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"What do you want, dear?" He asked.

"Nothing. I already got my groceries from the peasant market." I smiled in satisfaction as I looked at my bag filled with various vegetables.

"I wasn't asking about groceries." He replied.

"Oh, I don't want anything," I said.

"But I want to buy my dear something." He whined.

"That's not required, Taehyung," I said sternly.

"Can I buy you a gift?" He asked.

"No," I sighed turning around, "I don't need anything."

"I'm buying you a gift." He pulled me to a jewellery shop.

"Which one do you like?" He asked me.

"I don't know... You choose." I answered giving in.

"You like watching the stars, don't you? I'll buy you that chain with a star locket," He pointed at the chain hanging on a hook.

"That's very beautiful," I smiled.

"Give me this." He took the chain off the hook and gave it to the shopkeeper.

"5 silver coins." The shopkeeper said.

Taehyung paid for the chain and pulled me away from the shop into an alley between two shops.

"Taehyung what-" I was cut off by him smashing his lips onto mine.

I unknowingly put my hands on his shoulders. He deepens the kiss as he takes the chain out from his pocket, puts it around my neck and clicks the chain in place. 

He pulled away panting, "I love you so much."

"I love you too." I pecked his lips again.

He smiled at me and pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear.

"Dear," he said.

I hummed.

"Will you leave me?"

I widened my eyes at his question.

"Never! Why are you asking? Do you think I'll leave you?" I asked softly.

"I'm just scared." He sighed.

"Well, don't be." I kissed his forehead.

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I gasped getting up. What the hell was that? Who was that in my dream? And why was I in an old market with a guy I didn't know? And most importantly, why did I kiss him-

It was probably because I watch too much k-drama. I laughed it off. 

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#taehyung #bts #btsff #taehyungff #mummy #egypt #gods #kinds

[breanutbutter]

Left it all behind *Sam x OC*

*hey all! This is my first published fic so kindness is super appreciated that being said if you have any constructive suggestions those are more than welcomed! I’m hoping to make this a chaptered series so let me know how you like it! Please enjoy!*

Sam x OC

No triggers

2925 words

Summary: Sam and Liza are friends from college, Liza invites Sam to a graduation party and he stands her up. They lose connection and haven’t seen each other in 4 years. Liza doesn’t know why san fell off the face of the earth h but she’s happy to reconnect.

Chapter 1:

*Flashback to 2005*

Liza’s pov

2005 was my year, I was finally finishing my bachelors degree in History after many hours of cramming for exams and forgetting to eat. it was finally all worth it. I poured my blood sweat and soul into this degree. I'm pretty damn proud of myself. I only have a few more months left to finish studying and I'll be free.

Student life has been exhausting. Whoever told me it would be the best years of my life are absolutely full of it.

As I'm in the library staring at the few words I scribbled out in my notebook for the essay I'm supposed to be writing, I see a familiar flash of messy chestnut hair rush past me. I set my pen down and rotate my body to get a better view of the guy with the hair of course it’s Sam. Sam and I weren't very close to say the least we didn’t know each other very well at all we had a few mutual friends at school that caused us to cross paths pretty often. We met in the fall 4 years ago. My friends knew Sam's friends. He's been at most events I attend so he's comforted me in a weird i-don’t-know-you way. I've always been good at reading people, from strangers to friends I had a bad feeling about. Sam tries to act polished and put together but I can tell there's something in his life causing him to hide his true self. He’s always a storm of chaos flying through the halls in a rush darting from side to side. He’s always in a wrinkled collared shirt strung over his body, never tucked in his pants neatly like our peers. I just know there's something in him he’s ashamed of. “Hey Sam!” I shout down the library aisle at the lanky boy that's scurrying off somewhere probably late for something important. He turned his body to face me stopping dead in his tracks, there was a smear of sweat over his forehead causing him to swipe his hand over it wiping it away. He looked like a mess of lost time and stress, his face twisted up in a look of confusion as to why i’m calling him over.

“Are you going to Ethan's graduation party in two weeks? ” I asked him to cross my legs over each other resting my cheek in the palm of my hand. He cocked an eyebrow up at me “i don’t think i was invited” he shrugged about to turn away seemingly to dart off for whatever reason. “That's okay you can be my plus one. See you then Sam "I smile as I wave him off. He offers me a curt nod and shy goofy grin. Ethan is our mutual friend, he's friends with Sam’s girlfriend Jessica. That's why I thought it was odd he wasn't invited or maybe he just didn't want to make small talk with me there. I finish my last couple of sentences before I pack it up and stuff my book in my backpack, the interaction still lingering on my brain.

*2 weeks after the initial interaction*

My brain shocks me back to reality as I remember the conversation I had with Sam two weeks prior. Twas the night of Ethan's big graduation party. Ethan explained that he likes to throw his party before graduation so we could finish studying and give us a bit of relief before the big exam comes up which is much appreciated. After letting my mind wander back to Sam for a short moment I realize it's already 5pm and the party starts at 7pm. After lots of deliberation I decide to hop in the shower to scrub the grime of the day off my body. I run myself a steamy shower and glide in letting the warmth engulf my cold body. I dip my head under the stream making sure my hair gets evenly coated with the hot water before I begin my normal shower routine. After my relaxing shower I wrap my favorite pink fluffy towel around my body tucking in the loose end under my armpit making my way back to my room. I let my damp towel fall to the floor as I picked out my outfit. I normally go for the safest option: a collared shirt and a modest pair of taupe pants but tonight I decided to go out with a bang. I flip through my abundance of modest attire and reach for my black strappy dress. It fits my body in all the right places. It accentuates my slim waist and allows enough cleavage to give a taste of what’s underneath the dress. I smile to myself and slip it on after my underwear and bra. I finish up my hair and makeup with just enough time to drive over to Ethan’s house. I greet my best friend who grew up in a similar family situation as me: wealthy and unable to be reckless. We grew up with each other and were as close as two peas in a pod. She’s the one I can rant to about my parents considering she understands how old wealthy parents are she gives great advice. Olivia was just finishing up talking to Ethan when she greeted me “hey girl right on time as always” she slapped me on the shoulder pointing at the overhead clock showing I was in fact not on time and I was almost 30 minutes late. I laugh and shove her back “hey it takes time to look this good!” I shout in her direction. After I shrug off my coat and shoes she pulls me into Ethan’s lush kitchen pausing to grab two shot glasses.

“We’re letting loose tonight” she says as she reaches for the vodka I audibly gag “fuck dude vodka tastes like rubbing alcohol” I hiss as she chuckles and pours out shots “don’t be a puss” she says. I bring the cold bitter liquid and suck it back feeling the burning sensation hit the back of my throat “I hate you” I say slamming down my glass causing an echo to ring through Ethan’s very large house.

After a couple more shots we end up mingling in the living room. I'm constantly checking my watch waiting for Sam’s arrival but he doesn’t show. After two hours goes by I look at the door and let a disappointed sigh pass through my lips. I don’t know why I care so much. I don't even know the guy yet I’m here anxiously waiting for his arrival. Another hour goes by so do a few more shots and by this time I’m living my best life and dancing to I wanna dance with somebody with Olivia and a few other drunk girls. I pause halfway through the song to glance at the door. Nothing. I nervously look around and pull my phone out of my purse, shooting a quick text his way ‘hey Sam! you coming tonight?’ I quickly send it and push my phone back to its confines of my purse. I easily forget about the whole Sam situation and eventually I’m wasted and it’s time to head home. Sam never texted me back; he stood me up. I shoved the thought out of my head as I stumbled through my door. He wasn’t even my friend, he probably had other plans.

I stripped out of my clothes and dove into my bed happy to head to bed after an exciting and excruciating night.

Present day 5 years later (2009)

I open my eyes as the sound of my alarm clock blares through the room. I squint as I roll over to check the time “shit” I mutter it’s already 8:15am I’m going to be late for work. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and jump up out of the warmth enclosing me. I leap into my closet and grab a white button up shirt with a small yellow daisy on the breast pocket, a black pencil skirt and my favorite black blazer. I quickly throw my outfit on my body and run to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I stare at myself in the mirror as I am cleaning my teeth, a mixture of toothpaste and saliva dripping down my chin. I'm unable to believe I’m late for work. little miss perfect is never late. I shake my head and spit the toothpaste into the sink. I’ve only been late once in my life: senior year of college that following Monday after Ethan’s graduation party. I was so stuck in my head as to why Sam never showed up. Rejection was my biggest enemy and I over thought every little thing even back then. I barely knew the guy yet I was so disappointed he turned me down for some reason. I shook the past out of my head and decided to focus on the now: getting to work as soon as possible. After slipping in some orthopedic flats I grabbed my coffee mug, purse and keys and raced out the door. I ended up late to work and was stuck in rush hour for nearly an hour.

I rushed into the museum huffing and puffing, setting my purse and coffee cup down at my desk. It wasn’t like I would get in trouble for my late arrival after all I was the head conservator . It was more of an internal issue I’ve dealt with for as long as I could remember.

“Hey Elizabeth what’s got you so out of breath?” My coworker Brent asked with a look of worry plastered on his face “I’m late” I said between breaths. He nodded and gave me a gently smile before turning on his heels,as soon as he was almost out of my office he turned back around “oh Elizabeth I almost forgot 2 Agents from the FBI have requested a meeting with our conservator and that would be you, they’ll be here in an hour” he smile and resumed his journey out of my office. “Thanks Brent!” I shout to him as he saunters away. I finally get a chance to sit down and enjoy my coffee over my many emails. What kind of business does the FBI have here at an art museum? I push the thoughts to the back of my head and let my breathing get back to normal. After about an hour I hear a knock on my office door “come in '' I shout. Brent pushes the door open with a small nudge and smiles politely at me “they’re here Elizabeth '' I nod my head and gather up my paperwork. “Show them the way to conference room 2 I’ll be there shortly, thanks Brent '' I give a swift nod before packing up my stuff to bring into the conference room, I’m unsure of what they’re looking for so it’s better to be prepared. I make my way to the conference space with my stack of paperwork and my laptop bag slung over my left shoulder. I give it a gentle nudge and it swings right open.

I step into the large room and set all my paperwork and laptop bag on the large conference table in the middle of the room before making any introductions. My back was turned to the two men as I prepared all of my information in a nice spread on the table. Once I finished laying everything neatly out I cleared my throat and turned around to face them. I firstly notice a man a little taller than me who gives me an almost forced smile and proceeds to introduce himself “ thank you for meeting us Miss Thayer i’m agent Hamil and this is Agent ford” the man says offering his hand to shake mine. I extend my hand into his and give him a firm handshake with a smile on my face. “It's a pleasure to meet you Agent, please call me Liza” I say gingerly before letting my eyes wander to the taller boy beside him. I only had a small glance at him previously while i was talking to agent Hamil so i didn't get a good view of him yet. As my eyes find his face I begin to wonder where I knew him from. He looked awfully familiar yet I couldn't place my finger on it. The taller boy snaps me out of my staring spell and extends his hand out to mine “nice to meet you miss” he says before taking a step back shuffling in his spot. As I hear his hoarse voice my mind is able to source whose voice it is: Sam Winchester’s. I am so beyond confused at this moment that my brain is running in overdrive. I swallow the saliva in my mouth harshly before offering them a seat. Sam looks the same as I last saw him yet different at the same time. He's taller and older yet there's something sadder in his eyes. He looks exhausted from life. He let his hair grow out, he could barely see over the mop of shaggy hair sitting on his head and now his hair is about chin length it suits him this way. I take a breath and turn my head to Sam nervously. What if he doesn’t remember me? Will he laugh at me or think im stupid? What if it isn’t even him? “Sam Winchester?” I blurt out my brain spitting those words out before I even have time to think if I want to ask him that question.

Sam gives me a confused look as if he’s unsure of how to respond. He doesn’t answer my question but explains why they are meeting with me. Sam talks for a few minutes about an artifact they are investigating before his partner, the shorter one from earlier interrupts him. “Where do you think you know him from?” he asks coldly pointing to his partner, it seemed like the question was still on his mind. I brush the strand of hair out of my face and look over at them. “I’m sorry for the abrupt question you look like someone i went to college with” i look down at my feet feeling the embarrassment ripple over my body and hit my face causing a sense of warmth to heat my cheeks up. His partner who I assumed was Sam pipes up “what college did you go to” he asks looking at me with a look of interest “stanford” i reply still looking at the hardwood floors. I look up and my eyes meet his, he has a look of remembrance on his face and grins widely “Liza Thayer? Whoa it's been awhile” his partner punches him in the arm and gives him a look of what-are-you-doing. I faintly hear agent hamil or whatever his name is angry whisper into sam’s ear “we’re working a case man stop flirting with the museum lady” they continued to silently argue before sam looked back at me from across the table “so how have you been?” he asked so casually and all i’m wondering is where he's been after he stood me up and dropped off of the face of the earth. “You know, living life. How have you been? How’s Jess?” I ask, the air seems to shift after i ask about Jessica Sam shuffles into his seat uncomfortably “uh Jessica passed away the night of the party” she speaks slowly and looks away “i’m so sorry” i say softly giving him an empathic look.

We stop talking about our personal lives after that and begin talking about artifacts, giving them the info they need. “Here’s a little more in depth information on the origin and other useful things about the tablet you are investigating” I say and hand them a few loose papers I scooped up off the table. They nod and thank me for the help “come around if you have any more questions” I smile as i stand up. “Thanks for the help” Sam says once more before they both exit my office.

After the long day I settle in my cozy pjs on my couch with a warm mug of tea between my hands trying to wrap my head around the day. I was late and I ran into Sam, what an unexpected day. I felt bad about Jessica, this whole time I was victimizing myself when it wasn’t even about me. Sam went through a whole loss that night and I was worried that he stood me up? Boo hoo. I just switched friends on the tv when I heard my phone ring. I saunter over to my home phone that's primarily for business calls. I pick up and hear Brent on the other line “someone broke into the museum” he said panic running evidently through his voice. “What?’” I ask not expecting to hear that at 8pm at night. Brent explains the whole situation to me about how an ancient tablet was stolen shortly after close and that i need to come down and access the scene. I nod into the phone as if he could see me “I'll be down as soon as possible. Thank you for letting me know Brent, "I say before hanging the phone up. What is up with today? I think to myself before rushing out of the house to investigate whatever the hell is going on.

#sam winchester #supernatural #dean winchester #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #original character #spn #fanfic #spnfandom #spnfamily

[poisoningwords]

Level Headed

Chapter 2: Ironic

Nightwing was silent as he reached behind him to holstered his weapons. Ivy stood in place lowering her hands down to her side as Dick’s eyes studied her. Her green skin was replaced with a flawless pale medium color, her now pink lips shimmed as a gloss substituted the toxins that were there before. Her beauty was still intoxicating as it lured Nightwing closer subconsciously. Ivy looked into Dick’s blue eyes behind the black mask and took a step back. He stopped in his tracks but this hesitation her did not stop him from admiring her new look. He straighten and cleared his throat.

Nightwing: I'm sorry...I…you…wow.

Ivy takes in a deep breath of relief and relaxes her shoulders. She hadn’t realized that she was so stiff until he broke the silence. Ivy knew she wasn’t in any danger now, she’d seen that look on Dick’s face before. Back when they would play their little “cat and mouse” game; They would catch one another and tease each other wickedly until Batman showed up to ruin the fun and send Ivy straight to Arkham. They loved that game even though it wasn’t never spoken out loud… they couldn’t help it; but seeing Dick now after what happened to her in Victors lab, she was afraid. She was afraid that she couldn’t fight him off if needed and afraid that he might not look at this as a game anymore now that she…changed. After a couple of reinsuring seconds Dick creeps slowly to her and reaches out his hand to her cheek.

Nightwing: Has anyone else seen y-

Ivy: NO!

She snaps, She grabbed the edge the counter and turned her head before he can touch her. Eyes closed, she took small steady breaths as her head hung down to her chest. Dick’s hand fell to the edge of the counter right beside hers as he stood in front of her waiting for her to speak.

Ivy: No one…beside you Richard… no one has seen me like this and what I’ve become.

Her mouth tightens as she bites the inside of her bottom lip. Her eyes finally meet his.

Ivy: After I left the asylum. I turned to Victor, we have talked for months about me starting new…a new life away from this ‘life of crime’

She moves her fingers in quotations and lets out a quiet laugh.

Ivy: When the experiment was over I thought it worked. I’ve changed but then…

She looked over to the small mint plant still placed on the counter as her voice cut off. Dick looked over to the plant making the quick connection and turned back to try to meet her eye to see if his guess was right but she casted them down to his chest, shame grew across her face.

Ivy: I needed to hide. I couldn’t let anyone see what had happen to me because if they knew I couldn’t defend myself like before…

She looked up finding Dick’s glaze hovering over her. Her eyes flicker down to his lips, ‘fuck’ she said to herself as a warmth grows between her legs. She pushes him away realizing how close they were and to also to keep her mind focus on the conversation.

Ivy: No matter how much I run from this life it will always find me. That’s why I made sure that the rumor of Victor experiment ‘going wrong’ spreads. Harley thinks I'm dead so that will buy me some time until she beats the truth out of Victor and comes looking for me.

She goes to side of the counter and picks up the plant and walks into the small living room and sets it down on a side table. She gently touches a leaf hoping for a reaction, anything that would make her feel…normal. Dick walks across the room to stand to her back. She can feel the warmth coming off his body and just like that she felt it. That feeling she loved some much, the cat and mouse game was on. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her to face him, he was a bit taller than her so he leaned in inches away from her lips. Lowering his voice to almost a growl

Nightwing: You always had me for a fool Ivy...How do I know this is the truth. How do I know that this isn't one of your tricks just to let my guard down.

Ivys lip twitch with anger she gritted her teeth and hissed out

Ivy: tricks?…you think this is a trick?

She raised her hand ready to strike. Here she was being vulnerable in front of him, thinking he would understand but then he excuses her lying. The slap knocks his mask off his face as he grabs her hips, spinning her and pinning her to the front door by her wrist. She struggles under him ‘fuck I want this, I need this’ she craved this familiar game, anything to feel like it once was. He slams her to the door, not to hurt her but to get her attention. She let out a small gasp and locked eyes with him. His unmasked blue eyes burned into her.

Nightwing: prove to me. Prove to me this isn’t one of YOUR little games

She scarfed at his exaggerated ‘your’ but then relaxed. ‘Fine if he wants proof…I’ll give him proof’. Ivy stretches her body to reach his and she crashes on to his lips. He tightly shuts his eyes waiting for her toxins to kick in but instead he is greeted with a hint of cherry invading his senses. He loosens his grip on her and pulls away slowly as he steadies his breathing, releasing her wrist he goes to peal a thin latex material from his lips. She narrows her eyes as he backs away giving him room to process everything.

Ivy: Really?!

He shrugs

Nightwing: Can never be to safe…especially when it comes to you.

She rolls her eyes as he gives her that boy wonder smirk he wore so proudly.

Nightwing: I do have one question…why hide? No one has to know that your powers are go-

Ivy: Did you not hear me!

She blurted out before he could finish

Ivy: Powers on not! I crossed to many people in this life and they are more than willing to wait to get their hands on me. I’m not hiding because I’m weak…I’m hiding because… I’m alone…

She crosses her arm at the last statement. Dick moves back in and takes her face into his hand as he rest another on her hips. Quiet tears cascaded from her face and Dick slowly wipes them away with his thumb and continues to rubbed against her cheek. Her eyes full of tears open slowly and he stares into her emerald green eyes.

Night wing: I won’t let them find you.

He leans in to kiss her softly on her parted lips. As he pulled away they froze in this position, not wanting to let this moment pass that they created and giving her enough time to chew on that promise he gave. His lips curled at the end of his mouth.

Nightwing: You know it’s funny…No matter how many times you tried to kill me. I always wanted to know how that felt.

They both gave a breathy laugh as the space between them grew. She placed a hand on his chest to give him a small nudge but he quickly put his hand over hers. The silence was broken when they heard a noise coming from outside her window, they stood still and quiet as he listened; Dick gave a sigh of relief and mouthed to her ‘Bats’. She panicked and shook her head grabbing his hand and leading him into the small hallway. She pulled him closer and whispered enough for him to only hear

Ivy: No!...he can't know I'm here... he’ll take me back to the asylum and all this would have been for nothing.

Dick glanced towards the window thinking of a solution. Couldn’t he just tell Bruce that Ivy is turning g a new leaf? Would he even listen? She shook him once to make him focus.

Ivy:Hey! boy wonder! focus! just because daddy is here doesn’t mean you can ignore me

Nightwing: I’m thinking!

He shouts quietly and pauses. He then gets eye level with her to make sure she listens to his instructions.

Nightwing: I don’t think he’ll listen if we tell him that you had a change of heart, but I will make sure he stays away. I will buy you enough time to get out of here. It might not be a lot so you have to make it quick. Once the heat dies down in Gotham…I’ll find you.

Ivy nods quickly as Dick makes his way out of the hallway and picks up his mask

Ivy:Richard…

She whispered to him making him turn his head. She kisses him hard leaving her cherry influence to invade his senses one last time. He removes himself from the kiss as he quickly heads out the window. He climbs out of the exit and gives a believable jump as he comes face to face with Batman

Nightwing: Jesus bats!

He held his hand against his chest. Bats stood up straight not giving away any emotions. ‘Does he ever smile?’ Dick thought to himself as he stared waiting for him to do something.

Batman: any sign?

Night: hmm?…uh no. No luck

Dick walked passed bats making his way to the next fire escape trying to get him away from her window

Bats: I heard voices…you found someone.

Dick looked down from the fire escape above Ivy’s apartment.

Nightwing: it was a citizen…she’s never heard of an Ivy or a Pamela before.

Bats turned to face the window glaring at what lays behind it but makes a swift move up to the roof to follow Nightwing.

Back at the cave Dick showered his night away but was haunted by thoughts of Ivy. ‘I’ll find you’ he closed his eyes and let the water pour over him as he heard his promise ring in his head.

Nightwing: I’ll find you…Pamela

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[owlhousefansblog]

so it was an ordinary day on earth, the gang was still adjusting to the new environment, at that moment they had to stay very united and of course help Mrs. Noceda with the household chores while she was away at work. It was the weekend and Camila sent them shopping for food, so they had to go to the market and buy all kinds of markets for the ingredients and the food that was on the list, cooking for 7 people was not that easy. It's just that Luz didn't eat much, she was too deep in her studies to leave that place once. She wasn't out of the room for days and whenever someone wanted to talk to her, they could never do it for more than 5 minutes because she would just kick them out and sometimes she seemed to have a hysterical behavior that was starting to look a lot like . ..Philip.. . Camila and the others noticed this but they usually blamed it on King and Eda's losses but it was much more than that.

That day Luz was practically taken out of her room by force and taken upstairs. When they were outside in the sunlight, she looked bad, extremely bad, she look like lived in a cave. Her hair was spiky and tousled, she wore the same jacket, she had huge bags under her eyes (it looked like she hadn't slept since she arrived on earth)

Holy-*said Hunter shock to the bones *

Luz, are you ok? you look terrible! *said Amity*

yeah, yeah I'm fine NOW i want to come back to my room so plz UNLEASH ME *screams Luz*

she looks like Philip didn't she? *Hunter whispers to Gus*

uh huh a little *whispers back Gus*

DON'T COMPARE ME TO HIM! *Luz snapped at them, and Gus and Hunter flinched*

well I think Mrs. Noceda would be happy to know that Luz is finally out of her room *said Willow with a smile*

you CAN'T make me *Luz said with a mocking grin*

*Willow just smiled and scooped her up*

let's go shopping! *said Willow* Gus, if you don't mind?

*Gus winked and the light with Luz in it disappeared*

will be fine? *Amity asked Willow worriedly*

ofc, we know Luz *said Willow relaxed*

In the square, they had decided to let Luz go and Luz promised that she would not run away and that she would stay close, the sooner all this traveling was over, the sooner they could get home to sink again in her studies. To hide her face and hair she had put the hood on her jacket. While they were in the market, they bumped into someone.

Sorry I didn't see you the-*Luz stopped and realized who she bumped into*

Oh, it's not really Luz Noceda, school freak, how are the lizards doing?*Agatha, the girl who had bullied Luz since the 4th grade*

oh Agatha...I *come on Luz this girl is not worse than Belos you faced worse * I didn't see you minions behind, what, they left you for a better shrew? *Luz asked mockingly*

You took courage, Noceda, but let's be serious, You will always be the scared little girl without friends* she said, grinning*

Look in my eyes and tell me if you're still see that scared little girl from the 4th grade, because I can assure you that she doesn't exist anymore*she approaches her and Agatha backed away*

a brat it's a brat

I can say the same but I respect myself too much to do that *Luz said with a grin*

you just did genius

exactly

*gasp* HOW DARE YOU?!*screams Agatha and everyone looks at her*

oh wow people looks like we have a girl desperate for attention here, you know what I'm saying? *laughs Luz and points to Agatha*

Agatha just looked at Luz and you could see the shame in her eyes and the tears on her cheeks. Se ran away. He just ran away, like a scared and wet dog among the world. Luz watched triumphantly as the people dissipated and Agata was no longer seen.

Well that feels awsome *said Luz proudly out loud*

Luz turned around and saw her 4 friends staring at her like they were petrified*

what are you looking at? *Luz asked confused*

that was rude *said Willow*

yeah, what's happening with you? *asks Gus*

Oh PLEASE that girl piss me off from 4th grade, SHE DESERV IT, she's just a brat *said Luz angrily*

She can be the same Luz, right? *Hunter asks Gus and Willow*

you...change *said Amity with sadness in her voice*

we've all changed, stop being so empathetic I tell you it doesn't do any good* said Luz completely calm almost no emotion could be seen*

What do you want to say? You are the most empathetic person I know! you are the glue *Willow said with a smile*

I was *said Luz with her hands in the pockets ,passing between them and taking her back on the way home leaving them to look at her*

she can't be serious, right? *Amity's voice had said hopefully*

I think she really want to mean it *said Hunter*

#viral #viralpost #fanfic #owl house #fy #fyppage

[theghosteditor25]

The man who pulled me out while I was struggling to save myself from drowning

I came from a middle class fam. My father was re-electing for the Mayor at that time. Everything was going well but I was emotionally struggling with myself. I was not good at telling people what I really feel. I let everything consume me until everything within me was getting heavy. I was totally good at hiding that I was not okay. Maybe because in a Filipino household, we don't really talk about feelings, emotions and things that are deep. I don't know but we tend to avoid that topic. My thoughts were drowning me and I don't know how to get back up. Even tho I tried travelling to places, hiking, camping it did not heal the pain and sadness that I was feeling inside. And there I realized that it was not the place nor the people around me that made me feel that way. It was me, I made myself feel that way.

It was 2019 when I prayed for the Father to save me because I was drowning and darkness was consuming me. That time even tho I knew that the things I was doing were not right, I still did it because it made me feel okay for a while. It was like an addiction that helps me cope up with myself. And sometimes suicide crosses my mind. I have done things that my family or my colleagues wouldn't imagine that I'm capable of doing. Maybe because I was always the sunshine and rainbows.

I can still remember I was doing good, physically, at that point of my life. It feels like everything was going well. My parents and siblings were supportive of me, I was excelling in my studies, I have friends that are helping me out and everything I needed was well provided but then there was a missing piece. I was still lost in a room full of people.

I know people would think how blessed I am for what I have physically but there's this sadness that was consuming me and I don't know how to overcome it so I prayed and I got my answer through Pastor Apollo C. Quiboloy. 2018 when I first heard about Pastor's preaching, I felt something was different about Him so I continued to attend His live TWP until the time that I became busy at school so I stopped attending for a while. 2019 came and I was emotionally breaking down. I was at my lowest I felt like I'm drowning with sadness and pain and I don't even know where it's coming from and all I could do was cry. I can still remember, one time I was crying so much that I can't even utter a word but then I remember that tears are silent prayers and I know that it travelled to Him because my prayer was answered when the pandemic came. A privilege was given to me when one of the ministers asked me to train in SMNI Makati. And without anything in mind, I said yes. I dropped off school immediately and left everything behind. I was just a trainee at that time but then there was something about the ministry that made me decide to stay and fill-up on becoming a Full-time Miracle Worker even tho my understanding was not yet deep at that time I still decided to enter because I believe in Pastor's preaching and I am also in need of salvation. He was the light that lightened up the darkness within me. He was the one who changed me from within. He is the one who taught me about all the things that are missing within me. I was tainted but He did not see that, He totally saw what I'll become. He saw all my flaws but still helped me overcome. He pulled me out from drowning. He made my life so much better. I wouldn't be able to continue this journey if it wasn't because of Him. Thank you so much Pastor.

In my generation most of my colleagues are fighting a battle within themselves and I advise you to seek the Almighty Father because He is the giver of true happiness.

And to all of you reading this it was my choice to be here. No one forced me to enter and it is still my choice to stay no matter what because I believe in the ministry of the Appointed Son of God.

To all of you that know me while I was still outside, you know I'll never talk about things like this but with everything that is happening right now, I can't help but speak up. To the one reading this, if you really want to know who Pastor is I encourage you that you pray for it. Ask the Almighty Father who He is and He will reveal it to you.

Note: You cannot judge someone just by hearing the other side of the story.

[elecalice]

Reflection of 2023

Well, this ended up being the first blog post of 2024.

I'll admit it. I felt that I wasted my year being depressed and not doing much.

I finally left behind my abusive ex. Then I got hit by massive realization punches to my gut, the amount of abuse and the fact that I got groomed. As well as my naïvete and complacency led to me being harmed and taken advantaged by people who only did to me, more harm than good. As well as making me commit actions that I really regret.

Then, the depression episodes hit me for months, unableing me to do my studies at a consistent pace. But then, when I got scolded by it when I thought I was going to stop studying.

Also, I have a massive procrastination problem. Oof me... And I TRYING to figure out how to finally manage it, because I hate feeling overwhelmed by stuff and life. As well as the fact that I had to deal with Maladaptive Daydreaming and that I live a lot of my time in my head. I need to NOT live in it all the time. And I'm a overthinker too...

Yep. I realized that I have a lot of issues that I need to address... And that's why I felt that I wasted this year.

But at least I did some good stuff. Like... Good Good Stuff.

Again, finally having the guts to leave my ex. The best decision that I made that year. And I need to thank my friends who used to be part of the same clan where that jerk used to be its leader; for being on my side. I really love you, guys. Especially one who helped me to not chickened out of that decision. (There was a moment where I tried to leave him, but due to my broken hyperempathy, I chickened out. Worst decision on 2020... And I still blame myself for not doing it...)

I learned how to be "selfish" sometimes. Well, more likely, how to respect and love myself. I still need to practice that, but I'm not self-hating so much like before.

I opened myself more to my friends about what happened to me. And I strengthed my relationships with them. As well as apologizing to them for hiding my issues before. I also reunitied with some old friends, even some from the DA years. (Hi, Yoshi, Ryan and Arianna!)

I regained my hope! Yeah. I'm still struggling with some cynicism on me. But OH BOY. I was a complete doomer! I thought that things are just going to get worse. I thought that I lost my hope since... Really late 2020. But I since realized that, No! My hope is still present! It's just that I got used to see it that its brightest. As well as regaining my humanism view. So yeah, I became a bloomer and returned to, AT LEAST my ideas of humanism. I believe that humanity can progress and be better, help each other to be better persons, and to bring justice to the wrong-doers, no matter in which position of power they are. Because after all, we are all humans. No one is more human that others.

I'm still proud that I managed to show off BladeCrossEXE, from the YT Channel FlashingBlades, my Elec Man Unhearted creepypasta for his Mega Man Creepypasta readings that he did from October to, New Years Eve. As well as helping him with some facts for the Rockman.EXE iceberg.

Developing more of my personal projects and some fan projects. In personal projects, The Channelette Project and internally Virus Deleter. In some fan projects, I need to draw and write those ideas.

I'm happy for my new interests! Especially in my new interest in Street Fighter! As well as my desire to get into more fighting games!

As well as a another, REALLY personal one. I'm not going to tell it, though. Please respect my private life.

Well... 2023 could've been better. Being depressed didn't helped. (I don't know if you guys really want my Spotify Wrapped of this year. Let's just say it was a Depression Sandwich)

But at least I'm getting better on my mental issues, and I want to fix those that I have to need to check on, like my overthinking and not living on my head all the time. (Random comment related, but the infinite cube that I bought during the writing of this blog post, is helping me to relax and stay focused. Best adquisition that I made, I think)

So yeah!

I'll try to return to my studies and to drawing more!

Let's Go, 2024!!

#blog post #elec reflections

[m5ria]

Chapter 2: The Realization

Warnings: blood; rape; violence; death

The forest led to the outskirts of a town. I see I am at a dead end of a short street full of houses. There are no people. The buildings look as if abandoned, but they’re not dusty. Plus, I smell the living. 

I have to be careful from now on. I don’t know these people, if they heard about me. About what happened.

I sneak behind fences, looking for anything useful. After a few paces, I see on the ground a big triangular shard. I take it, cutting myself by mistake in the process. I try to look at my reflection. 

Everything I feared came to reality. My face is a combination between my human one and a wolf’s. I see my hair is still the same mundane color I had before: dark brown with lighter brown at the tips. The only human aspect about my appearance. It hardly looks well on my gray face. 

However, the thing that shall create me nightmares from now on is something else entirely. The white part of my eyes is pitch black and my pupils are light blue. I am terrified of myself right now, yet my eyes look back at me as if they plan my murder.

I drop the shard and it breaks at my feet. My boots are shredded and long claws come out. Now, they’re red from my blood. 

I have to stop bleeding so much!

The scent of blood is circling me, giving me nausea. I’ve never particularly enjoyed blood, yet I was never against spilling it if it meant my survival. However, now I have to cover my smell or else others shall arrive, others that might have the same incredible smelling senses as myself.

I rip half of my T-shirt with my claws and wrap my left hand in it. As for my lip wound, I can’t do anything yet. 

I keep on sneaking on the street, studying each of the houses. There’s literally nobody. No rest of food too. I can get in one of the houses maybe, and see if it has at least a sink with water as I already feel thirsty. 

Yes, this is the plan.

I choose a house based on my rapid analysis of it and walk slowly to it, eyes and ears everywhere. It is horribly silent nearby, with only a buzz from distance. 

I grab the handle and see if it’s locked. But, as I suspected, it’s not. 

How did I know it? 

I unhurriedly open the door, already sniffing for someone. I look around. It, surprisingly, looks like a regular house. Living room on the right, stairs on the left, kitchen in front. 

I walk into the kitchen and go for the sink. I let the water flow, watching. I expected it to be brown, red, green. Whatever color. But it looks regular. Normal. Suspicious.

I sniff it. For the first time in my (after)life, I can smell water. And it seems it’s water. 

I start drinking. I half-expected to drink like a dog, but I don’t have a muzzle, nor a long tongue. 

The water doesn’t taste fresh, like spring water. It tastes... unoxygenated. But it’s still water. And I am thirsty.

I almost didn't hear the sudden noise, so relieved drinking. But my ears moved on instinct and so did I. I looked around me fast, grabbing a knife from the counter and hiding it behind. The second I finished, I glanced at the doorway where a creature just appeared. Not walked in. Appeared.

It turns around and I stare horrified at it. Him? Is he a he?

He’s enormous, with a full chest and biceps and a... coyote head. He wears a sleeveless T-shirt, looking as if he’d return from the gym if it weren’t for the skinny jeans that only accentuate his slim legs. I half expect him to fall on one side or another.

I realize I have no way of hiding when I see him sniffing. I know already he picked on me before he turned his head to the kitchen. To the frightened little wolf girl.

“Who the fuck are you?” he roars.

I have an instinct of grabbing my knife, but I resist it. I already looked for escape ways, so I keep my eyes on him, not giving him any clue of weakness, as he approaches slowly.

“Apologize, sir,” I start saying with a retained voice, “I was thirsty and I couldn’t find a shop around to buy myself a bottle of water.”

I realize I could have lied better. I could have come up with a better excuse for intruding in one’s home. But I am not good at talking. Especially spontaneous talking.

“A shop?” he starts laughing, settling his hands on the other part of the island counter. “That’s a good one!”

I look at him, trying to decide the level of threat he’s imposing. Right now, he looks like a child laughing at a good dad joke, but I know better. 

“I am deeply sorry for intruding,” I keep on my polite tone. “I assure you I only drank water. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” he stops me with a hand.

Of course.

“What’s your name?”

“Julia.”

I can’t give my name like this to anyone.

“Julia, you must be hungry too!” he wonders. 

I am, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“Not really.”

“Please, I insist!” he urges. “I cooked my mother’s favorite soup!”

He bypasses the island counter to get to the fridge. Now, we’re on the same side of the counter. I already feel claustrophobic.

“There’s no need to do that!” I say. Everything in me tells me to take a step back, but I can’t show any sign of fear.

“Nonsense!” he closes the fridge door with a bowl in his hand. “You’ll make me very delighted as I miss companionship during dinners!”

Red flag!

He’s single in a big house like this. A family house. I scented faded traces of discarded toys or nail polish. He was not alone. 

“I must be on my way,” I state, slowly bypassing the island counter on the other way. “My family awaits me.”

“You have your whole family in here?” he asks curiously. “Wow, you must have really been something in life.”

I stop myself despite reason. What does he mean by that?

“Don’t worry,” he approaches me, his hands meaning to reassure me. “I don’t judge.”

“Thanks,” I say bluntly, not knowing an iota of what he’s meaning. The only thing I focus on is how close he is. He is three feet away.

“Yes, yes,” he smiles at me. “I don’t judge pretty girls based on their past life.”

And, with that, he launches at me. I jump to my right with unknown agility, but he still grabs my hurt hand, making me wince.

“Where do you hurry, sweetheart?” he asks, bringing me close. “We’re supposed to have dinner!”

“I don’t want any fucking dinner!” I shout in his face.

“And,” he proceeds on, ignoring me, “I suppose a little snack before dinner wouldn’t hurt.”

He grabs my whole body, closing the gap between us. I start to slowly panic. I hate being touched, foreign human proximity. And this coyote man all over my body feels like it burns my skin with toxins.

Think!

My right hand sneaks to my back.

My stillness probably suggested to him there’s not going to be any struggle as he proceeds on saying: “Good girl!” Then he leans his teeth to my neck.

I grab my knife and stab him in the belly. At the same time, he bites my neck.

Pain surges through my body, both physical and psychological. I realize pain after death is the same pain. Or maybe even worse.

Anger fills me and I twist the knife. He lets go of my neck and makes a few steps back, bewildered by his wound.

Then, he looks at me mad before launching at me again: “Bitch!”

He grabs the hand with the knife and forces my palm to unclasp. The knife falls loosely to the ground, the only hope I had going.

“You... are going to suffer!”

He grabs me and throws me on the island counter. I fight helplessly as he gets on top of me and pins my hands. I start yelling, panic starting to flow in me, but he presses his disgusting muzzle on my mouth to keep me shut. 

“Quit crying, bitch,” he whispers in my mouth. “Nobody can hear you.”

He starts licking my cheeks and I shudder with terror. 

Think!

I try to ignore his touches and think of a way to escape. His weak spots. He’s powerful. I can’t push him. But his lower body? His legs? They're too slim.

I kick my knee in his crotch. He wails in pain, rising to his knees, but still holding me captive. He’s a cage around me.

“If there’s a third time, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you’ll beg for my mercy!”

I don’t have time to listen. I strike my free leg as strongly as I can to his legs. I underestimated my power as I not only got him off of me, but he fell off the table, and then on the ground.

I stand up quickly and grab the knife on the floor. Before anything happens, I start stabbing him in the chest, multiple times. I feel so much rage, disgust, and blood thirst that I stab him with one hand and claw him with the other. His screams are music to my ears. 

After maybe some seconds, or minutes, or hours, I breathe hard and stand, spitting on him. I judge that he’s going to die soon, so I start walking. He tries to say something, blood coming from his mouth. I don’t stop to listen to him, but my ears pick on what he said:

“You’ll never survive down here!”

And then he laughs uproariously. 

The audacity of laughing on the brink of death brings me to the breaking point. I return, ready for another round of stabbing, my blood already boiling.

I lean over him, my knife positioned on his neck, and whisper: “I guess I’ll have to find out. Pity you won’t.”

While I slice his neck open, he stutters his last words:

“Hell has no pity.”

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