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agi-ppangx · 8 months

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hello, hello, we meet again for a new idea of a ff. (atp I think I deserve an emoji or smth, so you can know it's me bcs get used to me giving you ideas. you write too beautifully to not have requests, I'm sorry. P.S.: js recommended you to a few friends and to my girlfriend and they all congratulated your skills of writing!💕)

anyway, what do you feel about an enemies to lovers trope with lee know? reader's a trainee (dancing is her speciality) and she is the first one to break the trainee record of being the fastest trainee to learn the basic JYP entertainment moves in 4 weeks, which she was very proud of. This until a new trainee comes, Lee minho, who learns the moves in 2 weeks, breaking reader's record. This gets reader annoyed and works even harder to prove the people around that she is a better dancer than him. They never talk, only rarely mocking each other when the other one wasn't around.

Then, it comes the Survival Show (im sorry - not really - but im changing the shows's rules. there will be two teams, FEMALE 2TEAM - made with Yeji, Yuna, Chaeryeong, Ryujin, Somi and reader - and MALE 2TEAM - we already know the contestants for this team- which will create then a group of people who didn't get eliminated. the elimination happens every episode, two people leaving) where the two of them have to work together in order to create the perfect balance for the choreography between the two teams. That's how they start getting along better and actually realize that they could be friends. They still had arguments but never something too big. When it was time for the elimination in episode 4, minho, reader and yuna were om the verge of elimination. However, only reader didn't get eliminated. Tears in everyone's eyes as minho and Yuna leave the set, but reader soon understands that it was minho's place to be in the boy group. She talks to JYP about being a bad idea the fact that it will be a mix group and that she prefers not to be involved in such a drama, in order to get minho back in the team. she succeeds and runs to minho, telling him the situation. (the last few sentences, make it soft like- fluffy? idk??)

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pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

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“our dancing queen~” you heard ryujin’s voice which interrupted your conversation with yuna. you looked up at her, curious what was that about. “i have bad news for you,” she added, sitting next to you. you raised your eyebrow - bad news? what kind of bad news? “someone broke your record, yn.”

you weren’t mad at all. were you mad? no, no, you weren’t. it’s okay, it’s just a stupid record. it’s nothing important. it’s okay. it’s not like it was something you’d worked hard your whole life. no. no, it’s fine. you were completely fine- “yn, put the knife down,” yuna said firmly, looking at your dissociated figure. “put it down, did you hear me? you have this weird absent expression on your face and it looks scary.” you slowly put the knife in the sink, sighing loudly, and leaned your hands on the counter. you felt yuna’s arms wrap around you from behind, gently placing her chin on your shoulder. “you know it means absolutely nothing, right? you'll always be our dancing queen,” she whispered, trying to cheer you up a little bit. did it work? no, no it didn’t, but you knew you couldn’t sulk for the rest of your life, so you just nodded weakly and proceeded with your daily routine, trying to forget about everything. after all, you had to prepare for the showcase and you didn’t have time to worry about some random dude you’ll forget in a month anyway.

your next practice was intense to say the least. It all started with just yuna, yeji and you, but then some other trainees decided to join you and after some time almost the whole practice room was filled with people. and among those people was lee minho, dancing at the front next to you. his presence was making you nervous, but motivated you as well. you tried your best for hours, sweat (and some tears) were making its way down your face, muscles hurting and head spinning, but you didn’t slow down. minho noticed your state in the mirror and mumbled something under his nose, smirking, but you didn’t catch it. so, you stopped the dancing and took a step in his direction. “you wanna repeat that?” you asked, your cold piercing gaze was trying to burn holes in his head. but he just looked at you and shook his head. “i don’t know what you’re talking about. go back to practising,” he responded, visibly happy with your annoyance. “you definitely need it more than i do,” he added with an evil smile, much quieter, but that you managed to catch. you scoffed at his words, amused by his exaggerated self-confidence and decided to try ignoring him for the rest of the practice. you had to prove something, not to get into stupid fights with minho.

“you need it more than i do,” you said in a mocking tone when you decided to take a break from practising. you were currently sitting in a convenience store with the girls, fumbling with your noodles and losing your appetite just thinking about minho. you were furious. “who does he think he is, huh?” you rambled on and on, your head hurting from all the negative emotions that were building up inside you. “yn, i love you, but i think you care a bit too much,” chaeryeong said softly, taking a sip of her drink. you looked at her and raised your eyebrow. she noticed your not-so-friendly gaze and spoke again. “don't get me wrong, but it really doesn't matter that he beat the record. there are so many other people who are great dancers without breaking the record, it's just a formality.” you nodded weakly at her words. she was right. of course it didn't matter. “besides,” ryujin started with a mouthful of ramen. “you still can show you're better by debuting sooner than him,” she continued and went straight back to eating. she was also right. the only way to show you were better than him was debuting and that was your goal.

“a mixed group?” you huffed after the showcase was done. you were still in your stage outfit, catching your breath after an exhausting performance. JYP surprised you all, deciding to change the rules a bit and create a mixed group instead of choosing one of your teams to debut. it wouldn’t be anything bad, but since minho was a part of the male group, to say you were mad was an understatement. “yn, look at the positives - we might be able to finally debut. you’ve been here for so long already, you should be celebrating,” yeji said firmly and the rest of the girls nodded with approval. “i am happy, of course i am. and i'm gonna celebrate. i just don’t feel too fancy about the fact that i might end up in one group with lee minho,” you exhaled loudly, sounding more and more defeated with each word. “i mean, nothing’s sure for now. lots of us are gonna be eliminated, so maybe he’ll be one of those people?” ryujin suggested and earned a slap on her arm from yeji. “stop the negativity, no one’s eliminated yet. let’s just go eat something and don’t think about anyone else other than ourselves,” yeji exclaimed, hyping you all up and you decided to drop the topic for the night and enjoy your little success, knowing that there was just gonna be harder with each day.

“no, no, i'm not doing this,” you whined loudly, falling on your bed late at night. your body was aching from the whole day of practising and recording a song JYP asked you to create with the male group. he assigned the composing to chan, changbin and han, while the people who were responsible for choreography were you and minho. and to no one's surprise you weren't happy about this. but you had nothing to say since it was JYP's decision - you had to respect it.

that's how you ended up in the boys' dorm, alone with minho. it was awkward, to say the least. you didn't know how to behave and since minho hadn't really said anything else than “come in” and “you wanna drink something?”you just stood there in silence and looked around a little. the rest of the boys either went to eat or stayed at the company to practise, so it was really quiet there. “chan sent me the finished song,” he finally spoke, his voice soft and steady. you nodded and asked him to play it to you so you could think about the choreography a bit. you closed your eyes when the song started playing and listened intently, paying close attention to certain parts of the chorus. when the song was done, you opened your eyes and noticed that minho was staring at you. you raised your eyebrow and he cleared his throat, converting his gaze at his phone. “so, um… do you have any ideas where we should start?” he asked faintly and you started to share your concept with him.

that's how your little cooperation started. your first choreography was met with a huge enthusiasm from both teams as well as JYP himself. you did well and because of that minho and you were officially in charge of creating a perfect balance in choreographies between both teams. you weren't as mad as before, because you actually kind of enjoyed working with minho - he had different experiences with dancing and therefore he was able to share his unique ideas with you. it wasn't too easy though, because you both had strong characters and you struggled to come to a compromise sometimes, but regardless of your small disagreements you warmed up to him and felt this weird urge to spend more time with him. what was happening to you?

that's why, when episode 4 came and you two were on the verge of elimination alongside yuna, you felt as if your world was going to collapse. you struggled to breathe standing in front of JYP. he had this serious expression and was looking at the three of you. “yn and minho,” you heard his voice and stiffened, your heart speeding and tears welling in your eyes. “you were in charge of the choreography again, but something didn't work this time,” he continued and your hands started shaking. minho noticed it and quietly took your hand in his, squeezing it to reassure you. JYP shared his feedback with yuna as well and you exhaled shakily. you were scared. “yn.” you looked up at JYP again, expecting the worst. “for me your enthusiasm and willingness to work and become even better is clearly seen. and even if this week you and minho didn't do your job properly, i see the most potential in you,” he continued in a serious tone. “that's why you are the one to stay. you can come back to your team.” you stood there in shock, tears now streaming down your face. you bowed clumsily and took a step back, your vision blurry. you didn't really remember the rest of his words, but when he left the set, you rushed to yuna and minho and hugged them tightly, sobbing. “i'm so sorry,” you babbled. “i'm so, so sorry.” “it's okay, it's not your fault,” yuna said shakily. she then smiled at you and went to say goodbye to others. you then hugged minho again, burying your face in his chest. “you should be the one staying here,” you mumbled, sniffling. “i'll fix this,” you added, looking him in the eyes. he only patted your head and smiled softly. “it's okay, we did a great job anyway,” he chuckled. “bye, yn. i liked to work with you even if you hate me” “bye, minho. i don't actually hate you.”

it wasn't right. no. it was his place, he belonged here. you spoke to JYP once, but he brushed you off after a minute. then you spoke to him for the second time, he said no. you tried again, he told you his decision was made. but you didn't want to respect it. it wasn't right. after episode 5 you went to him again. this time, he listened to you, taking in everything you wanted to say about this being a bad idea. “i'm willing to switch places with him, just please bring him back,” you pleaded. but he only said you should go back to your dorm. you cried on your way there. and you cried yourself to sleep that day.

episode 6 and minho came back. you couldn't believe your eyes - JYP brought him back. you didn't really listen to the man when he was explaining everything. you only saw minho - his eyes were so sparkly and when they met yours, you saw him smile widely. then JYP left the practice room to give you some time to reunite and you didn't waste time. you ran to him and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. you rambled on and on that you were so happy to see him again and explained the whole situation. you must've started crying at some point cause minho had to wipe some tears from your cheeks. “i make you cry a lot, huh?” minho said jokingly when you stopped the ramble. “no wonder you hate me,” he added and your smile faded. “i don't hate you. if i did, i would've choked you instead of hugging you right now,” you giggled, smiling again. “fair point. but if you don't hate me then how do you feel about me?” minho teased, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “i was hoping you would know by now.” “oh, i do. i just want you to say it out loud,” he said, his face getting closer and closer to yours. but you didn't respond to that, pecking his cheek instead and finally backing off a little to let the rest say hi to him. you were smiling the whole time and you knew you did the right thing.

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shinybearnerd · 10 months

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"Celestial Ties" - pt. 1 of 2

Hello! Here's my second ff about Good Omens and this one is about our favourite angel, Aziraphale. I hope to publish the last part soon. I hope you like it! <3

Part 2.

Bonus Part.

Pair: Aziraphale x Gn!reader Words: 1,7k Genre: Angst Story: Aziraphale and the reader are a couple for quite some time now. But the Armageddon is started and the angel is worried about their future, so he decides to do something...

-Engish is not my first language. So I'm sorry if there are any mistakes-

In the quiet solitude of the bookshop, Aziraphale and Y/n found themselves entwined in a love that defied the boundaries of their respective worlds. Their hearts beat as one, resonating with an intensity they could not deny. Yet the angel's celestial nature weighed heavily on him like an anchor.

That evening, as the rain tapped gently against the windowpanes, Aziraphale couldn't shake the turmoil in his heart any longer. The prospect of the approaching Armageddon, the battle between Heaven and Hell that loomed ever closer, haunted his thoughts. He knew that loving a human was forbidden. It was a transgression of the divine order he had always upheld. But he couldn't help it. Not with someone as special as Y/n lightening his days.

With a heavy heart, he turned towards them. They were sitting in the quiet corner of the shop, getting lost in the pages of one of their favourite book. A soft smile was on their face. As it always was since the angel met them.

Aziraphale's voice trembled as he spoke. <<My dear, we need to talk...>> Startled by the seriousness in his tone, Y/n looked up, concern etched across their features. <<What is it, Aziraphale? Is something wrong?>> The angel hesitated as he struggled to find the right words. <<It's about us, our relationship.>> A flicker of worry danced across their features as they listened intently to his words. <<Go on.>> <<I… I can't do this anymore.>> Y/n heart sank at his words, feeling a lump in their throat. <<"Can't do this anymore"? What do you mean?>> His heart ached with every passing moment. <<I… I can't continue this relationship, Y/n.>> he continues. <<It's not right. I'm an angel, and you're a human. We can't be together like this.>> <<Why? What's changed?>>

Aziraphale swallowed hard, his eyes avoiding Y/n's as he struggled to find the right words. Tears welled in their eyes, and their voice wavered as they pleaded to talk to them. The angel's resolve faltered as he looked into the human's tear-filled eyes, his heartbreaking about the pain he was causing them.

<<My celestial duties and the upcoming events…>> As the words slip out of his mouth, he understands the mistake. And Y/n noticed it. He was trying to cover it up by talking: <<…they complicate everything. I have to put the greater good above my desires.>> But Y/n already catch that. <<Events? What events? What are you talking about, Aziraphale?>>

They reached out and grasped his hand, Y/n touch warm against his cool skin. <<I don't understand. Please, Aziraphale, talk to me! What's going on?>>

Aziraphale hesitated, torn between protecting them from the truth and his desire to share his burdens. He knew the forthcoming Armageddon could bring Y/n even more pain, but he couldn't bear to keep them in danger.

<<I must prioritize my duties, and it's best for both of us if we go our separate ways.>> He said it like he was talking to himself other than Y/n. <<But… what about us? What about the love we share?>> Aziraphale's gaze stuttered for a moment. He took a deep breath, composing himself to deliver the painful lie. <<I'm afraid there was never more than friendship between us, Y/n. I'm sorry if I led you on, but it's for the best if we end this.>> Tears welled in their eyes as Y/n tried to comprehend his sudden change in demeanour. <<No. No, that can't be true! We love each other! …don't we?>>

His angelic mask remained intact, his voice steady. But deep down, he was feeling horrible. Like he was about to throw up. <<I'm afraid you misunderstood, my dear. It was all a mistake, a moment of weakness on my part. An angel like me can't harbour romantic feelings for a human. It goes against everything I stand for.>>

Y/n heart felt like it was being torn apart, struggling to reconcile the truth of their shared love with the lie he was weaving. <<But I saw it in your eyes. Felt it in your touch when we…>> Aziraphale insisted. <<I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken.>> His words are like daggers to your wounded heart. <<We can't continue this delusion any longer. It's better to part ways now before things get more complicated.>>

Every fibre of Y/n's being screamed out against his words, desperate to hold onto the love they knew was factual. <<Please, Aziraphale, don't do this. I love you, and I know you love me too. Why are you lying?>>

The pain in his eyes mirrored their own, and for a moment, Y/n thought they saw a glimmer of the truth hidden beneath the lie. But before they could say anything else, Aziraphale turned away, prepared to leave. Y/n reached out, their hand trembling, but he evaded their touch, taking a step back. <<Please, don't make this harder…>> he said softly, his voice laced with sorrow.

He disappeared into the shadows of the bookshop, leaving Y/n alone with their shattered heart and the echoes of his false words. It was a painful betrayal, an act of sacrifice he thought was necessary, but it left them broken and lost.

The following day Y/n tried to contact Aziraphale multiple times, but nothing could persuade the angel to talk to them. Neither Crowley, who didn't even know what was going on, knew what to do. And in the end, they stopped searching for an answer. Hoping that one day, things would sort it out for themself.

Years had passed, and the something that should have "sorted this out" never came.

Y/n had moved on, building a new life in another city once they found out they were pregnant. The love they once shared with the angel remained a bittersweet memory. They started a relationship with someone else, though happiness had proven elusive. It was a relationship full of unhappiness and fighting.

The years had brought struggles, arguments, and infidelity from their current partner, and they remained together only for the sake of their son, a beautiful boy with gold curly locks like his father and deep y/c eyes like his parent.

Fate, however, had a peculiar way of orchestrating reunions.

One day, while they were reading some e-mails from work, Y/n stumbled on a particular one from their boss. The e-mail was about a short transfer of a few weeks to their base in London.

The more they read, the more they felt their heart sink. Them? Going back to London? It was out of the quest-

<<You are going to London?>> The surprised high-pitch tone of their son made them jump.

His little face had a happy expression written all over it. He always wanted to visit the big city. Since Y/n's friends and parents were from there, it was very rational as a wish. <<What did we say about others' personal space?>> The kid ignored them and started to (almost) scream: <<Please can I come with you? Please, please, please?>> In the end, Y/n accepted. That feeling of nausea rising more and more by the second.

After they settled into a temporary apartment in central London, the little boy started to beg. He wanted to go outside. To explore London. <<There's an incredible bookshop near here. I saw it in the cab on the way here.>> Y/n, that was drinking some water, let the glass go. As a result, it smashed on the floor, pieces of glass going everywhere. <<Shoot. Hold on, kiddo. Don't move.>>

They suddenly felt awful. The sense of nausea and anxiety gripped their stomach. They were about to throw up. They tried to persuade the little boy to go somewhere else. But, as they started to think about someplace to go, they remembered that most of those places were the same that they, Aziraphale and Crowley, used to go. So it was inevitable meeting the demon and…

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It was a sunny day, unusual for being in London. Crowley got out of the Bentley, directed to the bookshop before him. His phone was in his hand, and the chat between him and Y/n opened. Since Aziraphale and Y/n parted ways, the demon saw the difference in the angel. Maybe not during the Armageddon, but the moment that all ended, Crowley knew that Aziraphale missed them. The books that Y/n used to love were on the angel's desk, away from the public gaze. And the music that filled the bookshop was almost inexistent because most of the songs reminded him of them.

And Crowley couldn't stand to see his best friends like this any longer. Not him. Not after all they've been through. He wanted to contact them. But despite the effort, they didn't seem to want a connection, making the demon ask himself what Aziraphale could have said to have that reaction out of the human.

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The more Y/n and their son walked, the more their heart was heavy with memories of the past. They were strolling through the bustling streets of Soho when they saw the silhouette of Aziraphale's shop. Without realizing it, they froze on the spot. His son was next to them, asking if they were okay. Suddenly panic and a powerful feeling to go away filled their brains. They needed to go. Immediately. They weren't ready for the possibility of meeting the angel. Not now. Not when there was their kid with them. What were they thinking?

They finally decided to turn around and go to the apartment when their gaze met Crowley's, who seemed frozen in time as he caught sight of them. It was too late to turn back now. Or was it?

Only when the demon looks passed between them and the kid, Y/n realized it was too late.

<<Nomy (*), who is that man? Do you know him?>> Y/n sighed. <<Yes, my love. It's a very long friend of mine.>> <<I never saw him, why?>> Y/n was biting their cheeks, extremely nervous. They and the demon continue to stare at each other. <<Did you have a fight?>> <<No, baby. It's just…>> they sighed again, breaking eye contact with Crowley. They kneel in front of him and continue: <<…Time and relationships sometimes are difficult. Especially for adults, my love. And unfortunately, some friends along the way tend to… fade away.>> The kid nodded, looking before his parent and then Crowley. <<He seems nice.>> Y/n chuckled with melancholy. <<He is...>> <<Is him your friend too, Nomy?>>

Y/n frowned, looking toward where their son was glancing at. As they turned their gaze, they could see the demon, still with a speechless expression on his face, talking to…

<<Aziraphale...>> they whispered.

When the angel turned his face, they looked at each other. Both feeling an overwhelming sensation.

-.-.-.-.-.- -.-.-.-.-.- -.-.-.-.-.- -.-.-.-.-.- -.-.-.-.-.- -.-.-.-.-.- -.-.-.-.-.- (*) Nomy is a non-binary name for parents that I find on the internet and I find it too cute to not put it in here.

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transpersian · 3 months

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Doc 3 is about PZ's kid

And yes, that means what you think it means. We've been talking. A lot.

From my Twitter thread:

Needed some time to think.

I've been trying too hard to make too many people happy, even with contradictory needs. I've been letting people jerk me back and forth on what they think is right. I've been trying REALLY hard to be nice.

Biding my time. No more.

PZ’s kid is okay.

Back in October, after months of worrying about optics, we decided that it was too important: we had to see if Poppy’s kid was okay. They’d literally ESCAPED, ffs. They’re 23, but still.

And before anyone says anything, I WAS RIGHT. This is the first thing they said to me:

Yes, I understand the delicacy of the situation. Yes, I understand how this looks. But please understand: I’m not just some internet rando who’s in way over her head. I’ve been supporting abuse survivors in deep and intense ways for decades, and I’m damned good at it.

I’d fuck off if they had a negative response. I’d push for them not to be involved in any efforts against their mom. In the end, what ended up being our priority was making sure that The Kid (no real name plz) was okay and knew we were there if they needed help.

Fuck the optics.

I helped them clean up the tracks that led to them, then we started talking. Initially, I insisted on this being strictly for support. They wanted to get involved and I pushed back. Said if they really wanted to, they could send me screenshots, not thinking they’d apply.

Oh boy.

First they sent them to me to illustrate their points, but they insisted that I was free to use any of them. That first batch of 12 was jarring enough.

Then, unprompted, they sent me 70 more.

They want me to tell their story. They want me to show you how PZ lie.

And they’re not in a rush. They want me to be thorough.

So in a move I was barely okay with, they gave me access to their 3200-message Signal chat log so I could figure out where relevant screenshots are and have them take them.

I’m taking my time because they’re hard to read.

My mother left when I was 3. My father remarried 4 years later and she was abusive to me for the following 16 years.

I felt unwelcome in my own home, incapable of doing anything right, constantly eggshelling.

Zena makes my experiences with my stepmom look like Sesame Street.

There are little things you notice when you have texts in DB format.

Like how Poppy said “I love you” to her kid eight times from July ’21 to June ’22.

Only twice from July ’22 to June ’23.

Watching them be believed less and less over Zena, who started blatantly lying.

For the past couple of months, when I’ve been able to, I’ve been studying a way-too-intimate look at the death of a mother’s empathy for her child. I’d chat with them sometimes and give them what support I could. Figure out how to respond to ones like this:

I know I’ll only get one shot at this, so here’s what the doc will consist of:

A more complete intro about the above

Transcripts of when PZ have cited The Kid’s abuse on stream

A tally of claims to track

The screenshots

Examples of the “assignments” they were given

A 3.5-page long, single-spaced list of what they deemed unacceptable treatment, which PZ promptly wrote off as bullshit and complained to their friends about

Screenshots from those friends

Direct rebuttals against PZ’s on-stream claims

Additional context from my conversations with TK

Somehow forgot to mention a major chunk: dozens of screenshots from TK’s personal discord with a few close friends, serving essentially as a diary of their experiences. Purely testimonial on that front, I know, but…

I feel like maybe it's worth seeing what a young adult in their early 20s says to their close friends in private about in what's essentially a group chat.

See, PZ’s 23-year-old kid has POTS, a circulatory disorder that affects your body’s regulatory systems, including respiratory. Things that negatively affect POTS:

Skipping meals

Excessive physical labor

Heat

What if I told you PZ would punish them with food restriction?

What if I told you of at least three separate mentions of TK being worked to collapse or illness? That they ignored TK’s symptoms and scolded them for not just eating better? That they worked TK for 8+ hrs some days?

What if I told you that TK is 5’1” and 80 lbs (unrelated)?

What if I showed you when, on-stream, Poppy accused TK of intentionally crying so intensely that she dissociated? Or of abusing Zena?

Can you imagine being pushed so far by your parents that you're in wailing tears, and they don't stop until it reaches that point? And then they accuse you of manipulation?

If you're like me (and what I'd imagine is many members of The Foundation), you don't have to imagine it.

What if I told you that what PZ called “intentionally faking forgetting instructions” when TK was really just having a hard time?

What if I told you I knew what the mysterious psych test Poppy trotted out as proof on stream actually says? What if I told you that Poppy harassed the kid until they gave it up, even though she’s not legally entitled to any of it? Even though she’s abusing the authority of her license?

Remember how Poppy talked about having to rush to the bank to make changes to her accounts because TK withdrew all of their own trust money? What if I told you I have proof that she was talking to them as early as the next morning and TK was completely cooperating?

I’ve heard a lot of horrific testimonies about the things that Poppy has done, but this… This radicalized me.

And it’s radicalized anyone I’ve shown it to.

TK has asked me to use everything I can from them to expose @ZenaandPoppy for what they are:

Abusive Hypocrites

So ultimately, how does this incredibly personal violation of privacy factor into the big picture? Yes, I know what this is. I know what it looks like.

But these are abusive parents who have been using their platform to use their own victim for pity points. That’s how they win.

What I’ve been trying to prove is abusiveness. PZ are recklessly abusive people who hide behind victimhood (and what they used to disdainfully refer to as “idpol”).

This is extensive proof not just THAT they’re abusive liars, but also HOW.

This is what Zena is like with power.

This is a ways off. Still lots to do. But I just want everyone to finally know why I’m still in this.

I know what Poppy and Zena are. Intimately. Not because I’m a “stalker.” Because I’ve had people come to me about how PZ hurt them. 20+ of them with claims from the past year.

I can’t share all of their claims because they only have so much proof. But I believe victims. And this? This I can prove, extensively.

This is why it’s funny when people accuse me of clout-chasing: I have no online brand to care about, and if I did, this would be insane.

People have asked me what the end goal is.

My goal is COMPLETE deplatforming.

For nobody in this community to trust them with their mental health ever again.

They are justifying their abuse with therapy speak and TEACHING THEIR FANS TO DO THE SAME.

They’re dangerous.

Oh, and Zena! Zena! Yeah, right here. I know you were really sad about being left out of the abuse allegations, but trust me, there will be #noZZerasure on this one. You’re a solid 80% of this one, sweetie! How’s that monkey’s paw working out for you?

And in closing, I’m just going to give myself this one additional… treat.

If you’ve been following for a while, you know this reference.

But this one’s for the abuse mob:

You still don’t take us seriously, do you?

Or rather…

Are you taking me seriously yet?

Because you will. I promise you, you fucking will. Because you’re about to understand that this has never been for me. It’s never been about me.

It’s about making sure you two have as few avenues as possible to prey on this community ever again.

See you in school.

#zenaandpoppy #poppy and zena #I told you I was being nice #nozzerasure #“you have no idea what you're actually getting into” right zena

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A/N: in desperate need of requests I am running out of inspiration fr because I literally took a piece of my new book and made it a Louis ff just to upload something

Trigger warnings: mentions of death,

Pairings: Louis x f!reader

"I don't understand why we have to do this." Louis rolled his eyes and looked at you.

"John wrote this as a present for our wedding, my love. It would be a shame not to read it, don't you think?"

You and Louis had gotten married last week and even though you had decided not to receive any presents from guests, John had been a sweetheart and given you a small book he had written about you and Louis.

At first Louis had been quite dismissive about the whole thing, John was Sherlock's friend after all and it was common knowledge he didn't trust Sherlock. But the small book looked so inviting and after giving it a lot of thought it would be a huge shame if he didn't read it to you.

So after you two made yourselves comfortable in front of the lit fireplace, cups filled with the tea Louis had made, your husband began reading.

She was quiet during the entire walk to Louis's estate and the young man knew exactly why. Whoever had heard the commotion outside was now staring at them. The curious and hungry stares of the remaining residents of the village followed them all the way to the cemetery. But Louis was too happy to care, his chest puffed out and filled with pride and joy.

(Y/n)’s hold on his upper arm grew stronger the moment they entered the cemetery and after stealing a glance to make sure she was alright, Louis caught her removing her black glove and placing it over her nose.

There was a chilling sense of solitude that followed them. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old bones. The only sounds that echoed through the night were the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind and the distant hoot of an owl. (Y/n)'s grip on Louis's arm tightened, as though she was afraid to let go in case she lost him. But despite the eerie atmosphere, there was an underlying sense of romance between them. The moonlight danced off the headstones, casting a silvery hue over their faces.

(Y/n)’s gaze was fixed on the path ahead as though she was fearful of what might be lurking in the darkness. They used to play in the cemetery when they were children but as time passed and they grew up, the fear of death took over them. (Y/n) stole a glance at Louis. She saw the determination in his eyes. He was determined to protect her from any harm and she felt a wave of warmth spread through her chest.

As they delved deeper into the cemetery, the chill in the air grew heavier as the rain ceased. (Y/n) closed her umbrella and took around and saw that they had entered the mausoleums area. It was as if the dead were watching them, waiting for them to make a wrong turn and get lost in the maze of tombstones and headstones. But Louis led them safely through the desolate landscape.

The cemetery had never been this full before. But with the disease…

They suddenly heard the sound of soft sobbing. As if it was by instinct, Louis took hold of (Y/n)’s hand. The moment they turned left, following the path the mausoleums made, they saw a woman kneeling, her back towards them, at a grave in between two mausoleums. The sound of her weeping echoed through the cemetery, making the air feel heavy and thick. (Y/n) felt a lump form in her throat at the sight of the woman grieving over her husband's grave. She turned to Louis, her heart pounding in her chest. But before she could say anything, he put a finger to his lips, signalling her to be quiet. They stood there in silence, listening to the woman's sobs.

But it seemed as if the moment they approached her, the woman’s weeping only grew louder and got more intense. At the thought of that woman being her kneeling over Louis’s grave, she felt a tinge of fear growing inside her. But when Louis’s hand found hers again and gave it a gentle squeeze, she felt her fear subside.

Sensing that someone was watching her, the woman's sobbing stopped and she spoke in a low, raspy voice. “What are you two doing here?” She turned to face them, her eyes were red and puffy with tears. She was dressed in tattered clothes and her hair was dishevelled. "This is not a place for the living. You must leave now.”

(Y/n) took a small step back, trembling slightly. Louis placed a protective hand on her shoulder, but his dark blue eyes never left the woman. “We're just passing through, ma'am. We didn't mean to cause any disturbance.”

The woman scowled at them, “Passing through? This place is not for passing through. It's for the dead. You have no business here.” Her eyes narrowed.

“We didn’t mean to disturb you.” (Y/n) pushed herself to smile kindly at the woman. “We are terribly sorry for your loss.” But the woman didn’t speak. She just turned around and continued sobbing, rocking her body back and forth. The grip on (Y/n)’s shoulder tightened as Louis pulled her closer to him and began walking again.

The woman’s sobs and occasional screams followed them all the way to the exit of the cemetery and the young couple continued to hear her even when they reached the water fountain. The sculpture of four women dancing in a circle stood in the middle of the fountain.

"Why did you stop?" You tilted your head and took a sip from your tea.

"I would never stop in front of a weeping woman at a cemetery, especially when having you with me. She could be dangerous."

"It's a fictional scary story Louis." You rolled your eyes.

"Don't care..."

A/n: it's short and ugly and I am more than sorry

#writing #anime and manga #anime #moriarty the patriot #louis james moriarty #louis james moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #louis moriarty #louis moriarty x reader

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Mason mount x male reader

Note: Dont be shy request x male reader!!

A/n note: heyhey, so so so so sorry that this took so long to put out depression really got me. Im also went through and still am in intensive trauma care. Take care of your friends!

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Not a Dream

Summary: She thinks she is not good enough for him. She thinks she has nothing to offer. But she doesn't know she is all he wants. But why?

Pairing: idol!Hoseok x Staff!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, a very very little bit of smut, Hoseok is a bit obsessed.

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: This is my very first ff and I do not know anything. Forgive me for the mistakes and tell me how to be better.

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"what?" I exclaimed for the second time in 2 minutes, obviously because whatever I was hearing wasn't making sense at all. "But what's the need for me there?" I asked the manager again clearly not understanding why I was being escorted to the party that wasn't my place to be.

Jhope, Jung Hoseok, was throwing his grand glam party for his second solo album "Jack out of the box''s release and it was huge to say the least. Almost the entire Kpop industry was there. The top floor of the hybe building was then holding more wealth than some of the small countries. As expected, staff not having any direct connection with the album production weren't allowed to go even near the top floor today. I was certainly one of the uninvited ones. That was at least what I knew until Hoseok's manager came to escort me to the party.

"Why is she being invited there when we're not even allowed to step near the floor? Just because she's an army?" Sooah, one of my teammates almost cried with pure jealousy laced in her voice. Well, it's not that I don't know the answer. I do, just don't wanna admit cause it all feels like a dream. There were some sort of things going on between hobi and Me. No, we weren't in a relationship. It was somewhat complicated.

I was in the army and all of the seven adored me because of that. They never had a dedicated army among their staff ever before. After having me they literally started to treat me as if I represent the entire fandom. It's quite understandable because they were always so curious to know why the armys are more interested in their thighs than their faces (just joking).

However, for me it was quite different. Getting to know them was a blessing. I got to know that they were even better personally but they live a very different life. I realized quickly that my love for Jung Hoseok was better to be cherished as a normal Fan-idol thing because my intensity would only make my heart break. And it did, it broke more and more every time I realized I am not perfect for Hoseok, I can never be. Obviously, he was the global star, BTS's Jung Hoseok and I was Y/N, a normal and very very ordinary girl with nothing to rock people off of their socks.

But apparently Hoseok thought differently. Ever since I got drunk after a late night emergency meeting and blabbered the shit out to him about loving him so fucking much, he decided I am the one for him. God knows why. Whenever I try to tell him that he and I can't work, he seems to get more and more determined. This has been going on for some months. I have tried to tell him that this job is my dream and it's precious. I can't get fired and if I do, there's no way I'm getting another job in this kpop industry because by then I'll be known as the staff that "seduces the idols". I love him but I have to live, I have parents to support.

But it seems like he is adamant to make things work between him and me. As much as it flutters my heart, it scares me as well. What if the higher ups catch it all? What if they rule me out of my dream project of Weverse magazine? What if they ask me to quit? What if I end up returning home! No no! Not a chance. I have to stay professional. Only if I wasn't a hybe staff, I would gladly accept his offer and would be already deciding upon our children's names. But no. I can't. Moreover, one thing I have understood, this glam life, fame, and attention aren't for me. It's all too complicated for me. I am better with my simple life. Now that I am done seeing Bangtan up close, and telling Hobi how much I love him, I can look forward and find a man to love and to be loved and settle down.

However, Jung Hoseok won't let me.

He had a different plan all along. He had a different plan when he dragged me into the empty copy room after seeing me giggling with one of male colleagues at the company cafeteria. He slammed me on the wall, whispered "You're mine" in my ears and pressed his lips on mine with such passion. Kinda possessive right? The only thing that his action did was make me fall for him even more. Making my strong-girl-pretense harder than ever.

Only if my higher ups knew that I have been locking my lips with one of their biggest assets behind their backs then I'm sure, I was nowhere to be found in the company or maybe in the country, who knows.

Back to the present, I still can't believe Hobi really wants me to be there in the party, when he clearly knows that I can't socialize, not even with people of my stature, and guests of his party were everything beyond my league.

"It is his order Y/N and you know he can be really stubborn at times" his manager said. Well, who knows it better than me at this point. I knew there was no benefit of revolting to the manager. I need to call the mastermind. Excusing myself from them I went away to call Hobi. He received the third ring. "Hey, when are you coming? Why aren't you here yet? It has been almost 10 minutes since manager hyung left." Hoseok was very excited, I didn't even know why!" I started to put down my words carefully. "Hobi, you know I am not a great fan of parties and more specifically a party like yours. I am just a very big misfit there. I am sorry but I don't think I should..." "You're coming Y/N, if you don't want manager hyung to escort you then I myself will go and I am serious about it." His voice was demanding, authoritative even. I knew he was capable of leaving the party to take me with him and that would cause unnecessary drama, so I had to give in.

I stepped into the party and it was a world itself. A world that knows nothing other than Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Balenciaga and I couldn't feel more self-conscious in my $20 zip up hoodie and a pair of loose fit ripped jeans. At this point I was sure, people would not hesitate to think that I am in charge of cleaning services. I spotted the man immediately. He is called sunshine for nothing. So glamorous and beautiful with the aura that he wears, everyone buzzed around him like bees buzz around the most aromatic flowers. I felt so small there that I wanted to run away. And I decided that I would after meeting him, telling him that I kept his request, oh well, his order.

My reverie was broken with a honey dripping voice that I can recognise even in my unconscious mind. "Hey, Y/N" Jin said, walking up to me and my smile reached my eyes. "Oppa!" I was about to jump on him. "Why do you look like you wanna run away?" He asked. "Because that's exactly what I wanna do, Oppa. You know that I am nothing but a misfit here. I really did not want to be here but Hobi won't listen to anything." He smiled, and I melted. "Y/N you know that you're special to him and on his special day he just wants to keep his special person by his side. But I understand your point too. Why don't you talk to him? Tell him how you're feeling here?" Jin completed. I sighed, "I want to talk to him but he is busy, which is natural."

"What's the tea?" The man of the night was now standing just behind me, "what are you two talking about without me?" "We were just talking about you Hoba." Jin said, "Now I'll leave the two of you alone and meet some people. Enjoy the night Y/N" with that he left with a wink. And within an instant, I felt myself being dragged by my arm to a room, which seemed to be the storage for the drinks and food for the night.

And here I am again, pressed against another wall, the man towering over me looking at me as if he will devour me then and there. "I know Jin hyung is your bias wrecker or whatever you say. But you should remember that I am the main character. I am your main character." His tone was kinda sultry but I wasn't the one to show that he intimated me easily, so I threw my counter attack. Teasing him a bit I said, "So you're now jealous of your hyung? That's a shame". I didn't expect him to agree but he did and said, "oh, hell I am. And you know what? I should mark you as mine. Everyone should know you belong to me or at least belong to someone already. What do you say baby?" I didn't get what he was saying, "what do yo---" and I was cut off since my lips were attacked by his ever waiting one. I obviously didn't waste my time in kissing him back but in the midway I felt my arms being pinned over my head as he attacked my neck in the purpose of sucking a bruise. I understood his assignment now. As if I wasn't already ashamed of showing up here wearing E-mark Sunday market clothes that he had to increase it more by giving me hickies. "Hobi please no!" I protested but it was of no use. He kept on sucking my sweet spot while I wiggled as much as I could. His lips left my skin once he was satisfied enough. He pulled his head up and looked deep into my eyes, while I did the same. His low voice ringed, "now you're marked and anyone that approaches you here should be shown that. Understood?" I gulped and before I could reply anything his phone vibrated signaling that he was gone for a bit too longer than he should.

We both left the storage room one by one interval by interval to dodge suspicion. Once I was out, he was nowhere to be seen. More like, he was at his own place, dancing and mingling with some of the goddess looking ladies. I couldn't help feeling a bitter feeling inside of me. And I stood there alone, like the low-class introvert that I was, watching others like I'm watching a TV, close to my eyes but far from touch. The more I watched him that night, the more I realized, he and I are from two different worlds, and these worlds can't collide. They should remain at their places for the peace of the universe.

I was deep in my thoughts and my eyes were almost glassy with the impact, when another known voice approached me. "Y/N!! Did not expect to see you here! What's up?``said Lee Sung hoon, one of the graphics designers, hybe always works with. We have worked with him during some of our Weverse magazine projects. He is also in the team that worked for Hobi's album this time, so even if he didn't expect to meet me there, I expected. And now I was embarrassed by his question. I parted my lips to reply but didn't know what to say, "I -uh". He cut me off, "oh well, it's dumb of me to ask you the question, since we all know you're close with the boys. So, I am sure you're here as part of the guest list." "Well, yeah, kinda" I replied. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that I found him there. Fortune because I stopped feeling way too out of place and lonely. Unfortunate because I then had to reply to all of his flirtatious remarks that he has been throwing to me since the day we met.

We were talking about something which gradually landed in Hoseok. Sung Hoon said, "He is the life of the party. Isn't he? I mean, Man look at him, all the ladies are going crazy even the older ones too. " I smiled and nodded. "You too have a crush on him, I know," he added. "Is it news? The entire company knows he is the reason why I am still single." I replied. Sung hoon was quick this time, "yeah, I know I know but don't you think you're wasting your time and your youth?". I questioned him, "What do you mean?" He continued, "Look at him Y/N, he is the Jung Hoseok! The richest member of the biggest boy band of this world. One of the major shareholders of the company itself. There are female idols dying to get into his pants. No, I am not saying that he is out of your league but at the same time I am saying it, you will only get yourself hurt. He is like a dream to people like us. They can only be polite to us but they can never love us back. That's the reality." All of it hit me hard and he continued, "I have seen you looking at him as If he has star casted in his body. So I am worried for you. As a senior in this industry, I would suggest you refrain yourself from falling for an idol. They will entertain your idea but they won't return your feelings. They will just use you as a thrill, the thrill of having the forbidden fruit but nothing more." Was it all I was to hobi? A forbidden fruit?

Thinking about it then I realized that Hoseok has never said that he liked me or he felt anything for me. His weird affection suddenly started and then I found him saying I belong to him and nothing else. Never did he say that he liked me but he claimed my lips with every chance he got. Now that I could think about it, all the clouds seemed to be in a silver lining. To him I was just a thrill, which was just a purpose of free entertainment. He could never love to be back or at least like me cause I don't reach upto his standard. Finally it felt like I understood the deal and I couldn't take it anymore. I was just staring at the ground, desperately blinking my tears away. I couldn't hear a word sung hoon said. I finally pulled my head up and looked at sung hoon. "I will leave now Mr. Lee, it's getting late and I may miss the bus. Enjoy the party." Saying that I turned my heels to walk away but he called me back, "Y/N wait! Let me drive you home. It's pretty late anyway." "No, no! The buses are still available I can manage." I smiled at him but he looked at me being determined. "Have you even eaten anything yet? I don't think you did. Let's get outta here. I am quite bored as well. Let's grab dinner at the snack bar and then I'll drive you home. What do you say?" He offered. I wanted to be alone but at the same time I didn't want loneliness to devour me. So I accepted his offer and left the party with him.

Hoseok's side:

The man was very busy today, after all it's his listening party and he had high profile guests to attend. But his heart was with that one person. His heart left his body in the store room. One song played after another to let the guests hear those exclusively. But all he was waiting for was that one song. The one that he wrote for her and added to the album at the very last minute. It was the night when she let out her drunken confession, he found himself looking at the stars from his balcony. The lyrics came into his mind when he thought of her face, her lips, her eyes, which held so much love for him. The love he never found in anyone else ever before. And finally today he was going to play The song. He planned it all. He planned to be in front of her when the song would play, he planned to look deep into her eyes and tell all the things he couldn't. He will do it tonight. Just two more songs before the party ends, before that one song played, he had to find her.

Hoseok looked for her but there wasn't any sign of her. He was clearly stressed and angry when he couldn't find her. He proceeded towards the exit and enquired the guard, "Have you seen Y/N? Did she leave?" The guard replied in positive and his anger now reached to the peak. "Did she leave alone?" He enquired again. "No sir, Mr. Lee was with her. They left 8 minutes ago approximately." Okay! So she left with the guy who just finds the opportunity of getting her in the bed? He was so mad, so mad! He would punish her well this time. Without thinking much he exited the party. He went out of the back entrance as fast as he could, he wanted to catch her on the way and pull her back to the party. He went to the parking area but he saw sung hoon's car still parked, knowing it was his car from the name plate attached to the car for emergency contact purposes. He rushed out of the parking lot and got in the street and he could already see his beloved giggling with sung hoon sitting in the coffee shop just across the street through the glass walls. He wanted to punish her, he promised himself he would punish her but right now he needed to be at the party. He returned and asked the dj to skip the last song, he said it should be kept as a surprise track.

They say acceptance is the key to happiness. But to me it was the key to the dam of my tears, they kept on flowing. It was past 1 am and I kept on crying since I arrived at home. No, I didn't expect him to make me his girlfriend or anything then why did it hurt so bad? Why did the idea of Hobi just playing with my feelings tear my heart like a paper? I stared at the patterns that my mood lamp drew at my ceiling and my silent tears made their way to my pillow. It was about 10 past 1 when the doorbell rang, making me startled. There was no way I could have a visitor this late at night. Then who could it be? I was so afraid. What if it's a robber or a sick rapist? A lot of people know that I live alone! What if it's a stalker? Another round of impatient boor bells rang. I gained some courage to finally open up the door. Turning on the lights of the drawing room I held the door knob of my 1bhk apartment. My senses left me making me dumb enough not to take a look through the peeping hole. A grasp left my lips upon opening the door, seeing Hoseok standing there with dark eyes.

"Hobi? What are you doing here at this hour?" I asked him in confusion. Well truth to be told, I knew why he was here probably but I was confused why didn't he call me first to know why I left the party. To be honest, it hurt me more when I didn't receive a single call from him which led me towards strengthening the ground of my assumptions. "Why? Did you expect someone else at this hour?" His voice was low but he almost growled and I knew he was super mad at me. "No, I mean, come in '' I asked him to enter my embarrassing home.

Within what feels like a fraction of a second, I felt myself yet again being pinned at the nearest wall. Did this man have some fetish for pinning me? I thought to myself. His eyes were dark and those were measuring me from up to down as if I was naked, when the truth is I was clad in my comfy shorts and an oversized shirt with no bra on.

His grip on my wrists tightened when he further pushed me to the wall and said, "how dare you leave the party? Without informing me? That too with another man?" He hissed. "So what would I do when I feel like a misfit at your glam party? That was not my place to be in Hoseok! Why don't you understand? You have seen me at parties before! I am the one who always stays in the corner! Even in the company parties where I know most of the people, I stay aside and you know it all very well. So you should understand how out of place I would feel in a party full of celebrities! I was so fucking embarrassed with the way I looked today among all of them! I can not even name the brands they were wearing! Their shoes were worth more than my entire apartment! Yet I was there! Just because you forced Me. Just because you wanted to make a fool out of me. I was fucking embarrassed and anxious Hoseok! Why the hell did you want me there? Why?" I burst out being unable to contain it anymore. My tears rolled down my cheeks and Hoseok's eyes softened. He let my hands free and wiped my tears away with his thumb. He gently said, "do you really think I would force you to the party just because... Just because.. I wanted to make you look like a fool? I wouldn't do that Y/N. I wouldn't even think of doing anything like this even in my wildest dreams. There was a reason, baby. There was a reason why I needed you there." And I was still angry with everything. I burst out again, "and need me for what?? For what exactly Jung Hoseok? To show me how different your and my worlds are? To show me that I can't even love you? To show me that I am nothing but a cheap thrill to you? To make me believe that I can never be the one for you?". "Shut the fuck up!" His eyes were ablaze. He was clearly infuriated at this point. He held my shoulders and pushed me to the wall again. "You don't get to say anything! You just don't get to put your words in my mouth! I fucking wrote a damn song for you to tell you how I feel for you and forced you to the party so that I could let the World know that you're mine and I'm yours. To let all the guests of the party know that they are only listeners but the girl right beside me was the muse. But what did you do? You left! You left with that nutjob who desperately wants you in his bed! And when I went to look for you, I found you giggling with him!! Tell me is that fair? Tell me is it fair that you choose to stay away even when you love me? Tell me is it fair that I had to chase you when you could easily run into my arms? Tell me Y/N is it fair that you choose to stay oblivious when I..." His voice shook a bit but he continued anyway "when I am desperate for you? When I am in fucking love with you?" My eyes widen with the sudden confession. Was it really not a dream? The man of my dreams was in love with me? Is it even possible?

Before I could say something Hoseok continued, "but now, I have had enough. Enough of this push and pull game of yours. You never reciprocate to me properly but you also never hesitate to kiss me back when I kiss you! What do you want Y/N? Stop giving me mixed signals! Stop being so afraid! Tonight either let me claim you completely or push me away. If you decide to push me away I promise I will never disturb you again." With that he left my hands and just stood in front of me. I wanted to push him away so badly but just the thought of him stopping "disturbing me" knocked me off my breath. He was right. I was being a coward, I was being afraid of the future and I declined to enjoy the present. That's it. Yeah! Carpe diem! Let's live in the present. Hoseok loves me. The man of my dreams loves me. I needed to claim him. And I pressed my lips on his. He didn't even take a second to kiss me back. But he pulled back immediately and said, "So should I take this as an answer?" I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Claim me, Jung Hoseok." "Are you sure? Cause once I claim you, there's no going back." He breathed out. I pressed my lips on his as the response and he devoured me without wasting a second.

And that night he claimed all of me. He claimed me by sealing his lips with mine. He claimed me by touching me everywhere he could. He claimed me by painting bruises all over my body. He claimed me by stuffing me with his fingers and his dick. He claimed me my fucking me raw and shooting his cum in me. He claimed me by naming my v-card in his name. I was sore the next morning and the pain shot through me, the moment I opened my eyes. I actually didn't expect him to stay over. I thought he would leave early when the streets would still be deserted. But there he was laying beside me, looking at me with his sleepy eyes. oh! Was I really waking up beside the man of my dreams? It isn't a dream right? It couldn't be, I was still sore with his claim all over me. "You didn't leave? I thought you would leave." I said. He smiled at me and replied, "I didn't come here to leave Y/N. And I am not leaving till the album releases. I need you to listen to the song, with me beside you." I smiled at his response, I was still in a daze. It was All hard for me to believe. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, staring into his dark brown orbs. "Sure, go ahead." He replied. "Why do you love me, Hoseok? I don't have anything to be loved by a man like you." I finally let out my biggest question ever. He smiled at me, pulling me closer with his one arm draped around my waist. "I love you because you love Jung Hoseok more than you love Jhope. Jhope is loved by millions but Jung Hoseok still craves to be loved. The love that I found in your eyes for the first time when we were introduced. But I didn't think much of it until you decided to confess after being drunk that night. Your love is precious to me Y/N and I don't know if I can find a love like yours if I let you go. And this is what made me adamant to make you mine. And when you didn't reciprocate just because you thought you're not good enough for me, it made me angry. And I burst out seeing you with someone else. Now, remember you are mine and I am yours. So don't you dare ignore me. I'll teach you tough lessons if you do." He completed it. I giggled, shoving my head in his bare chest and we stayed like this until it was time to listen to his song. The song that was written solely for me, oh what a feeling to be a muse. Sitting on my couch being wrapped around in his arms, we kissed and listened to, "Not a dream"

"Oh I am standing before you

It's not a dream

I am reaching out for you

It's not a dream

Don't be so afraid

A love like this is hard to find

Tell me you love me too

Cause you are all there in my mind."

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yidhraloves · 11 months

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Alt. Gabriel x Gn Researcher Reader “Shining Star”

Previous Parts:

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The next day, when you arrived at work, Gabriel was already waiting for you outside, his usual wide grin plastered all over his face.

He greeted you happily, after which he presented the new test results to you.

You forgot to ask him about the missing people yesterday, so now you asked him.

"Oh, you didn't know? 2 days ago, the alternates arrived here. Within these 2 days, 11037 people have gone missing in the surrounding areas, 187 of them happening to be all of our friendly coworkers and managers that worked in this building, so it's just the two of us now!:))"

When you asked Gabriel why he was able to remember all of those numbers, he just deviously smirked at you.

It was really cute.

You gazed into his eyes, softly smiling to yourself.

You didn't notice you were intensely staring at Gabriel while smiling to yourself until 10 minutes had passed. Gabriel spent all that time curiously staring back at you, sometimes tilting his head to the left or right in confusion.

"You should go to sleep earlier" he bluntly stated.

You smiled at him in response, but you knew you wouldn't be doing that, since your old research partner would be coming over tonight to help you continue the research and tests on the alternate corpse.

Ah! You completely forgot about the time! You were going to be late!

You quickly said goodbye to Gabriel and rushed home.

It was so weird, when you were with Gabriel, time flew by!

Your friend was already there waiting when you arrived at home.

Both of you headed downstairs to continue the research.

He made you feel useless, your friend was so good at researching!

He might've found out why alternates have such a cold aura around them.

You were amazed! He found out so much within just two hours!

And you had spent weeks pulling all nighters just to end up with nothing.

Your friend took your hand into his, his warm hand slowly stroking yours.

He was so warm, so calming you almost fell asleep. His face was getting closer to yours.

I don't want this.

What am I doing?

There was a weird screeching noise in the other room. Scratching at the door.

Your friends face was getting closer to yours.

His warm hand touched your cheek. You quickly moved away from your friend as the door flung open,

A ALTERNATE.

In your house.

WHAT.

You were frozen, you didn't know what to do, you slowly moved away from the alternate, your back against the wall. You were so scared, you didn't know what to do.

The alternate was whispering inaudible words, moving closer and closer to your friend.

His hands were wrapped around his neck, he——-

he———

Gabriel.

Why is Gabriel here? How did he get into your house?

Gabriel embraced you and kissed your forehead.

He looked deep into your eyes, his gaze felt like it was looking right past your eyes, right into your brain.

Ah right! You had called Gabriel for help!

With your phone!

Didn't you leave your phone upstairs? Why would it be in the research room?

Gabriel was helping you with your research.

Gabriels eyes were so hypnotic, you wished you could be like this, in his embrace forever.

Before you went unconscious, you could hear Gabriel whisper into your ear "Don't worry, my love, it will all be okay. I'll always be here for you, I'm going to protect you, no matter what."

Wasn't your friend helping you with your research? Gabriels touch is just like your frieeee33333 described an alternates touch!

Gabriels touch...is so nice and warm......?

What friend? Are you being delusional? Your f37299292 had already died.

Had he?

It feels like something is messing with your mind.

#x reader #gabriel x reader #alternate gabriel #gabriel #mandela catalouge gabriel #sus gabriel #mandela catalogue #sus gabriel x reader

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anxiouspineapple99 · 11 months

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Of Healing and Breaking Again

Chapter 3 Or The One Where We Are Discovered

Summary: On a mission for Cid The Batch encounters an unexpected ally. Together they uncover a sinister plan being concocted by the Empire that could prove catastrophic for the galaxy. Together they try to save their lost brother, stop the Empire, and come to terms with feelings they never thought would be possible.

Pairing: Tech x FemJedi!OC

Word Count: 4.1k (long boiiiii)

Warnings: violence, mentions of vomit, death, some swoony eyes from our Jedi girly —this is an intense one

A/N: this one was a hard one to write but I thoroughly enjoyed it. It may be my favorite chapter/piece of ff I have written thus far! Hope you all enjoy it too! And shout out to my beautiful lovelies of the tag list! You’re amazing! Thank you for reading and for the support!

Catch up on what’s happened so far: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Avery trudged up to the Marauder first thing in the morning, her stomach in knots. The boys were running the normal pre-flight checks. She inhaled and marched up to them, trying to feign confidence balanced with the overwhelming remorse she was feeling.

“Hey boys, I just want to ahhh…apologize to you for the other day.” Avery rubbed the back of her neck and stared at her feet feeling the rush of shame for how she’d acted. “I’ve been…having a rough time. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Hunter stepped toward her, “Don’t worry about it. Go ahead and get comfortable. We’ll be heading out soon.” She released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She proceeded to make herself as unobtrusive as possible when Omega bounded up.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come! You can help us with,” she paused, peeking mischievously over her shoulder at Hunter, and dropped her voice to a whisper, “the mission!”

“I heard that, Omega” Hunter interjected, not looking up from the task he was engrossed in.

Omega giggled and grabbed Avery by the hand insisting she wanted to give her “the official tour” of the ship. She proudly showed off the room her brothers had constructed for her, named who slept on which uncomfortable looking rack, pointed out the refresher, introduced Gonky, and presented Lula with a squeeze.

“And this is the cockpit! Tech says he will only teach me to fly when I can recite all of the Marauder’s specs from memory,” Omega grumbled.

Avery giggled at her visible disdain, “Sounds like he’s just looking out for you.”

“More so my ship, but yes. Some of that is concern for Omega’s safety,” Tech quipped over his shoulder.

“We are set, Tech. You ready?” Hunter asked, leaning on the frame of the cockpit door.

“Affirmative. Everything is ready on my end.”

“Great, let’s get this over with. When we reach the mainland we will split up. Tech, you and Avery will get the medical supplies. Wrecker will stock up on munitions. Echo will stay back to ensure we have no trouble with Imps snooping around the ship. Omega and I will look for Cid’s contact and hopefully secure what we came for. Any questions?”

Avery settled into one of the empty seats in the cockpit, attempting to draw as little attention to herself as she could. She woke up with a feeling of dread she couldn’t shake and it was gnawing at her. She tucked her knees up to her chest and shoved her nose to the screen of her datapad.

“You’re much less conversational than the other night,” Tech had turned to face her. His eyes crinkled as a slight smile crossed his lips.

“Yeah, wine does tend to make me chatty. This,” she motioned absently with her hands, “is your space. I tend to be reserved when I’m not in my element, so to speak. And I prefer listening to talking anyway.”

Tech narrowed his eyes, curiously studying every aspect of her before speaking again, “Yes, well that should not be a problem. Do you know where we are going to acquire our supplies?”

Avery nodded, “Yes. I frequent the same seller every visit. He’s reliable, trustworthy, and reasonably priced.”

“Excellent. You will lead the way when we arrive.” Avery nodded in agreement.

She was about to turn her attention back to the pad when Tech launched into an in-depth explanation of the migratory and mating practices of one of the native bird populations. A little unexpected and she wasn’t quite sure yet where the train of thought had originated but it was interesting. She put her datapad back in her satchel and rested her chin on her knees, listening intently.

He’s pretty cute pointing his finger like that while explaining things. She smiled at the thought.

“Ah, apologies, I am probably boring you.” Tech began to turn so his attention was back on the controls when Avery stuck her foot into the arm of his seat stopping him short.

“Wait, Tech. I’m not bored, I’m enjoying listening to you. I enjoy learning about wildlife.”

“Fascinating.” He adjusted his goggles, looked at her foot, and then leaned into Avery as if inspecting her eyebrows scrunched together quizzically. “That has never happened before. However, we are approaching our destination so we will have to continue this conversation at a later time.”

As everyone scattered to perform their respective duties, Avery noted the Empire's presence had exponentially increased since the last time she was here and something deep within was telling her they were there to find her. Avery pulled the hood of her poncho up, concealing her face as best she could hoping no security holocams captured her face yet. She walked so close to Tech she bumped him periodically. He took a mental note of her proximity to him and observed her body language to get an idea of what was going on. He finally broke the silence when he was certain of the cause of her unusual behavior.

“The troopers make you nervous,” Tech uttered, leaning in to Avery.

“A little bit, yes. Could you talk to me? Ask me questions? Anything to distract me until we reach our destination,” her voice quivered.

“Of course. What should I ask?” He countered with unflappable confidence.

“Anything. Literally anything. You could tell me more about the birds from earlier, or ask me personal questions, I really don’t care,” desperation was creeping into her voice.

“Why Nuna?”

“What?”

“Why did you name your loth-cat Nuna? Those are the impossibly stupid swamp turkeys on Naboo. A strange choice in name.”

“Oh,” a chuckle left her lips and her shoulders relaxed some, “Because when I got her I thought she was as stupid as a nuna, however I’m beginning to wonder if I was wrong about that. She had no real awareness of her surroundings and ran into everything; walls, furniture, you name it. She also puffs up like a nuna when she’s mad.” Tech smiled, amused by her reasoning.

“What made you choose medicine as a profession?”

She looked at him, calculating how she would answer without giving too much away not knowing what he had already discovered from his lengthy research on her.

“I like helping people. Fixing people,” she finally answered. “One of my greatest attributes and biggest flaws probably. I saw all of the suffering the war was bringing. To civilians. To the troopers. I wanted to be useful…a source of comfort and kindness in a war that had little of either. Most of my training happened in the field. However, I think I’ve become a pretty good physician as a result.”

He looked down as she glanced up at him, each holding their gaze a little longer than normal. Her eyes were so blue and her lashes were so long. They brushed her cheeks as she blinked. He hadn’t noticed before and now he wasn’t sure he wanted to look away so quickly. This had also never happened before.

“That is very altruistic of you.”

She had let her guard down, but that also meant she’d stopped scanning her surroundings. Unbeknownst to both of them was the small squad of tk-troopers approaching from behind. Impatiently they shoved through the crowd, with one in particular shoulder-checking Avery with the full force of his body weight plus armor.

“What the stang!” She yelled as she was thrown off balance.

The unceremonious shove from the tk-trooper sent her careening into Tech. In a single smooth motion he staved off her fall, his hands grasping her waist and hers clinging to his forearms. He shot a glare at the trooper before turning back to her. A flush had crept across her cheeks as neither had let go of the other quite as quickly as they should.

“Are you unharmed?” Tech furrowed his brow as he squeezed her slightly.

“Yes, thank you Tech. I am fine,” her stomach still turning though she wasn’t sure if it was because of the anxiety of the presence of the troopers or her proximity to Tech.

In that moment, that intimate moment of them holding each other she felt him. Everyone had a force signature, unique to the individual. Even the clones, especially the clones, were distinct individuals in the force. She could get a general idea of someone's signature from being near them. But this, the touch and closeness. She felt so much of him. He was confident in not just his intelligence but his physical capabilities. He needed no one’s approval. He loved his squad, no, his family deeply and would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for their safety. He missed their brother, Crosshair? Yes, that’s the name she was getting. He was warm, compassionate, and had a strong sense of honor. There was a tenderness there that was reserved for only those he chose to allow in and a selfish part of her suddenly yearned to be one that he allowed in.

“You are safe with me,” his voice was gentle and soothing.

“I know,” she said barely above a whisper. She cleared her throat and continued, “We are here.”

They entered the shop and began quickly checking off their lists. She instructed the man at the counter to add anything Tech was purchasing to her bill. He tried to dissuade her but she insisted it was the least she could do for letting her tag along. She paid and they prepped to leave when it hit her. That feeling, the Force was warning her. Danger. They were here. And they wanted her. Tech was uneasy too. She sensed that as well.

He looked at her, “Let’s get back, now.” She nodded firmly. She glanced at a group of troopers talking to some civvies.

“Have you seen this woman?” They asked, projecting a picture of her. Her breath hitched and she looked away pulling her hood further over her head.

Tech had also seen the exchange and immediately opened his comlink, “Hunter we have a problem.” Her stomach dropped, and she hoped that she wasn’t the problem he was referring to.

Hunter’s voice answered back almost immediately, “I know, Tech. We’ve seen them too. Just get back to the ship and we will lay low on the island until some of the Imps clear out.”

“Copy that,” and with that he closed the link. “Remain calm and keep walking. We will be fine,” he soothed again, eyes fixed ahead of them. She was in awe of his unflappable restraint in what was, frankly, a dangerous situation for all of them.

They arrived back at the ship with no other complications, sans not completing CID’s mission much to Omega’s dismay. They quickly loaded the supplies and once on board, Tech wasted no time getting them airborne and back to the island. Avery leaned against the cold durasteel of the Marauder contemplating her next move. She couldn’t stay. They would find her sooner rather than later. She’d have to try to charter a ship off planet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Omega, “Why is the Empire looking for you?”

She gave a half smile, “Let’s just say ideological differences.”

Omega tilted her head, “Oh. Us too!”

Avery was taken aback, “Wait, what?” Before any further explanation could be given, they were interrupted by a cacophony of swears coming from the cockpit.

Avery joined them but before she could ask what was wrong, she saw it. Smoke billowing from the island. She pushed through to stand next to Tech in the pilot’s seat.

Her eyes wide and her knuckles turning white from the vice she held on the headrest, all she could manage was a weak, “No, no, no.”

“Tech, I need you to land where we have some cover,” Hunter ordered.

“Obviously” Tech said through gritted teeth. Echo leaped into the co-pilot seat ready to jump in at any moment as Tech brought the ship down.

Hunter began formulating his next plan of action, “We need to get to the village and look for survivors. Echo you —“

“No Hunter. I’m going alone. You all stay here,” Avery cut him off, her mouth set in a hard line.

Tech whipped his head around, “That would not be advisable.”

Avery shrugged, “No, probably not. But your safety is my primary concern. This is my fight. I know that you know they’re here for me. There is no reason to put you all in more danger than necessary. Worst case scenario I hold them off long enough for you lot to bail. I don’t want you waiting for me if things go south.”

Omega’s eyes brimmed with tears, “We can’t just leave you!”

Avery knelt to her level, “You can and you will if you need to. My trouble with the Empire should not fall on any of you.”

“We will hold out as long as possible for you,” said Hunter, placing a reassuring hand on Avery’s shoulder.

“Thank you. May the Force be with you. All of you.”

Avery rummaged through her satchel and pulled out her lightsaber. Clipping it to her belt she breathed in and closed her eyes before walking down the boarding ramp.

Quietly she made her way to the village. She reached out with the Force before it came into view. Nothing. It was the same sickening silence as in the Temple and her stomach lurched violently.

She fought back tears and vomit, “Now is not the time to mourn. There will be time for that later.”

Her home had been ransacked. She walked in and softly called for Nuna as she dug into her hiding places to gather her few necessary belongings: her medic bag, her healing crystals, the box with the second lightsaber she was building, her remaining credits, and her few remaining clothes. As she was about to leave, hoping Nuna had made it into the forest, she heard a mew coming from under some rubble.

“Nuna!” She grabbed her and tucked her on her shoulder inside her poncho. She crept through the village center making her way to Cira’s. She was hoping, begging, praying to the Force that her friend was okay. That she could apologize for their last interaction. That the last time she spoke to her dear friend when she was so harsh and bitter wasn’t the last time. She stood in the doorway, eyes welling and looked on silently. She carefully walked inside and covered the body of her fallen friend. Avery’s heart felt like it was in a vice looking into those eyes, still open with the fear she’d felt in her final moments painted like a death mask on her face. She reached out and closed her eyes.

She whispered as she laid her hands on her, one final time, “There is no death. Only the Force. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for speaking to you so unkindly. For keeping so many secrets from you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, too. You deserved better.” She paused, sensing a presence. She walked back out to the village center, her senses tingling.

“We’ve located the Jedi, sir,” came a disembodied voice. She spun around just in time to ignite her lightsaber and start deflecting the blaster bolts.

Hunter was seated in the cockpit when his senses alerted him to someone approaching. He stood and walked to the boarding ramp where he saw a familiar face.

“Where is the Jedi, Hunter?”

“Hello to you too, Cross.”

“This isn’t a social call. Where is the Jedi?” Crosshair rolled the toothpick in his mouth irritably.

“Dunno what you mean, Crosshair. There is no Jedi here.”

“Don’t lie to me again Hunter. Don’t think I forgot what happened on Kaller.”

Hunter stared at his brother with a mix of sadness and frustration. Echo, Tech, and Wrecker all crowded behind him all wearing similar expressions. They missed him. They wanted him home.

“You don’ have to do this, Cross.” Wrecker said sadly.

“Don’t I, Wrecker? You so sure about that?” There was venom and pain in Crosshair’s inflection.

Hunter was about to say something when a voice came in over Crosshair’s open comlink, “Sir! We had the Jedi in our sights but she evaded us! She is making her way back toward your position.”

“Copy that, I am ready for her. Looks like you don’t have to tell me where she is after all. She’ll be walking right into my arms.”

Tech’s eyes widened in panic and his mouth twitched as he instinctively moved his hand to hover over his deece.

“What’s that look for, Tech? You fond of the traitor?” Crosshair sneered chewing on his toothpick.

Tech stood silent. He wouldn’t kill his brother. He couldn’t. He loved him and wanted him back with the squad. But he would stun him. He wasn’t sure why he was so compelled to protect Avery. He barely knew her. These new feelings would have to be investigated later. For now, he just wanted her back safe on his ship.

Avery crouched at the tree line beyond the Marauder listening to the exchange happening between the brothers.

“Nuna, go to Omega! Now!” She placed the little loth-cat on the ground and she stealthily crept from the hiding spot onto the ship.

Once Avery saw she was safely on board, she tucked her poncho in the medic bag along with the rest of her belongings and emerged. As she passed the boys she dropped the medic bag at Echo’s feet. She made eye contact, nodding toward the bag to indicate he was to take it in case of an expedient escape and he nodded in silent agreement.

She returned her attention to Crosshair, “Hello there, Crosshair. I believe I am the Jedi you are looking for.”

Crosshair sniggered, “You have the arrogant bravado all the other Jedi had, I see. However, she’s the prettiest one I’ve seen so far. I see why you like her, Tech. I’m almost sorry this is how it has to play out.”

“Crosshair, I can help you if you let me. I know you don’t want to do this. I can sense it,” Avery said gently. She slowly approached Crosshair, hands extended. “I will not kill you, or any clone for that matter.”

“Touching,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His rifle was still slung over his shoulder and she wasn’t sure if that was because maybe, just maybe, she was getting through to him or if there was a trap laying in wait for her. Just in case it was the latter, she drew her saber and assumed the opening Soresu stance.

Tilting his head and chewing his toothpick Crosshair leaned forward slightly, “Going back on your word already? Somehow I’m not surprised.”

“No, I meant every word I said. I am just not fully convinced you don’t have a firing squad waiting beyond those trees. I said I wouldn’t kill you. I never said conscripted tk-troopers would get the same compassion.”

Crosshair leaned against a tree, arms still crossed, “Listen sweet cheeks, this is all very moving. But I was sent to detain you, not kill you. I’m following my orders, though given the choice I’d shoot you on sight.”

Avery narrowed her eyes inquisitively, “No. That’s not entirely true, is it though. Like I said, I can feel you. You’re practically screaming in there, I can hear you through the Force.”

Crosshair clenched his fists and scowled, “You are a traitor and I wouldn’t think twice about ending you.”

Before she could argue the semantics of what government entity she was actually a traitor of, she froze her Force sense of danger screaming at her nearly as loud as Crosshair’s desperate pleas for help from inside his own head.

“Crosshair who is coming,” it was sharp as it left her lips. Panic was building quickly. She was skilled in dueling. She had to be. But she wasn’t sure she could hold her ground if she was going head to head against a Sith Lord.

A smile curled at the corner of Crosshair’s mouth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “That’s above my pay grade.”

She spun on her heel and faced Hunter, “Whoever is looking for me is here already, you need to go. You boys aren’t trained for what’s coming.” Hunter opened his mouth to argue but Avery barked, “That’s an order, sergeant! So help me, I will pull rank and Force push every single one of you into that ship. Do you understand me?”

“Hello little Jedi,” a sardonic voice cooed.

Avery looked back, slightly relieved to see that it was only an Inquisitor. It wasn’t a Sith Lord, but the Inquisitors were still sadistic, ruthless, and not her first choice in opponents. She immediately transitioned from Form III to Form V. Soresu would be fine against Crosshair and some tk’s since she wouldn’t have needed any offense. Just deflect, disarm, and run. Against an Inquisitor though? He didn’t have a blaster, his weapon of choice was a lightsaber, bled and corrupted crystal still screaming inside the hilt.

“Good work CT-nine-nine-zero-four. You’ve served well. I can handle things from here.”

“Crosshair,” she couldn’t help herself. She was staring death and darkness in the eye and she still had to say something about those kriffing numeric designations that made her blood boil.

“What was that little Jedi?”

“His name is Crosshair. He’s not just a number,” she hissed, as she idly swung her lightsaber around to warm up. “And you will refer to him as such when you’re in my presence.”

A dark laugh escaped the Inquisitor, “Your reputation precedes you. Bleeding heart for the clones through and through.”

And before anyone could blink the Inquisitor closed the space between them, but Avery met that speed with her own, blocking the blow of the red saber coming down on her head with her own teal light humming and buzzing as they collided in contact. She called on the Force and for the first time in a long time she felt it strongly pulsing through her veins. Parry, parry, block. She let the Force guide her as she went on the offensive. Side step, block, parry, block. She realized The Batch were all still cemented to the ground staring in shock.

“Hunter! Go! Get out of here!” Her yell jarred them back to reality. She could see the hesitation in their faces before they ran back up the boarding ramp. Wrecker hauled Omega over his shoulder as she screamed for them not to leave.

The Inquisitor took advantage of the momentary distraction and Force shoved Avery into a tree, knocking the wind from her lungs and the lightsaber from her hands. She rolled as he surged forward, only just missing her with the blade. Catching her breath she dodged attack after attack still unarmed. She managed to call her saber back to her with the Force just in time to activate it and block what would have been a devastating blow. They were nose to nose, only their crossed lightsabers keeping them from touching. She could feel his hot rancid breath on her face.

The Inquisitor jeered, “You’re stronger than you look, little Jedi, but not strong enough.” She felt her knees buckling, the strength in her arms wavering. His eyes mocked her and for a moment she thought that she was finished. She closed her eyes, breathed in, and pushed back with everything she had. She managed to knock him off balance, nearly throwing him to the ground.

She squared up again, face steeled, “I am one with the Force. The Force is with me! I am Doctor Avery Leto, Jedi Consular of The Jedi Order. I am not a little Jedi. I am a healer, a peacekeeper, and wielder of the light side of the Force. And I will be a force to be reckoned with.”

The Inquisitor laughed bitterly, “Your emotions betray you! I see your anger and sadness, your shame! Oh that shame is delightful. And now I end you little Jedi, but alas will it be by my blade? Or should I delight in ripping out your trachea?” And in the next moment Avery felt her throat clamp shut.

He’s made his choice it seems. Too cowardly to fight fair in a proper duel. Can’t say that surprises me.

She only hoped she could think of a plan quickly as she already felt her consciousness slipping.

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hey bestie, can u do a draco x y/n smut. any kind using your imagination? i read ur weasley twins x y/n and suga ff, its so good youre so talented, do write more ily :)

Ofc love, tysm for ur compliment I really appreciate it. Draco smut, eh, we all love our blondie when he's all sexy...

★𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼: 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝔂 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻★

╚»★«╝ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩( 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥), 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙫, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙗𝙤𝙮!𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤, 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢𝙨, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤, 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 ╚»★«╝

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𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲/𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫). 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you near enough that you can feel the closeness of your bodies. Then he runs his hands up your sides and back down, causing a small shiver to run down your spine.

"Thank Merlin," Draco says. "You're the one I've been wanting." As sexy as it is, something about that bothers you, and you seductively whisper back, "Wanting to fuck? And drop a second later." The second part with anger.

"We'll see." Somehow that's all you need to cave. (Probably the firewhiskey)

He pushes you against the wall and your breath hikes. Then he starts biting up your neck lightly, then along your jawline, making his way to your lips. He bites your bottom lip and pulls it down a bit before kissing you, lightly at first but getting rather intense as he closes off all the space between your bodies, causing you to let out a small moan in pleasure. Then suddenly he stops and lifts you off the ground by holding your hips in place with one hand while keeping his mouth on yours. You arch your back when he holds your body like that, desperate for him to continue exactly what you want, and can't wait to give it to you. His kisses start slowly at first, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue and then his lips, creating a slow sensuous dance.

You could feel his hands creep up under your top from your waist to your tummy and was going slowly upwards, spreading goosebumps along the wat. When his hands hit the top of your breasts, you bite down on his lower lip, coaxing him to move faster. He obliges, moving his hands to your nipples and gently pulling them through his palms, feeling them harden as he manipulates them. He breaks off the kiss briefly to slide his hands further up, letting his thumbs graze over your erect nipple as he works on the other one.

One of your hands slowly travels down from his chest and goes further down until you could feel the heat radiating off him. You run your fingers over his sweatpants to get a better sense of what he has underneath, starting at his cock and feeling it begin to stir when you notice how big it is. Suddenly, the contact becomes more intimate, your fingers running over his clothed tip, he shuddered at your touch. You follow his lead and reach into his pants with your free hand. His groan lets you know that you found what you were looking for.

He suddenly lifts you up and pushes you down onto the bed. You felt yourself sink into the silky, spongy mattress. Before long, you hear the sound of him taking off his clothes, undressing himself quickly. You're impressed by how good he looks naked; tall, strong, broad shoulders, smooth, muscled stomach, strong defined abs…you felt starstruck.

"So many ideas in my head.", Draco mumbles, interrupting your daydream. Your response was to nuzzle your face into his stomach, inhaling his delicious scent. It's somehow intoxicating, and you wrap your legs around him once again as he kisses his way down your torso, pausing to suck each pebble on your skin, then continuing further down. Finally, his lips reach their destination: your breasts.

The passion is amazing. In just a matter of seconds, he feels completely at ease, using his large hands to play with your nipples while sucking on them, kissing your neck, flicking your hair, and grinding his erection between your legs. Then suddenly, you feel his hands slide up to the back of your bra, removing it. He turns his attention to your panties next, ripping them in half with little effort, exposing your dripping sex. "So wet, for me, are we?", he said smirking devilishly at you. With one hand, he teases the outer folds of your labia, his tongue circling your clit before plunging into your wetness. He doesn't take his time here, however, fucking you quick and hard without ever breaking eye contact with you.

You realize how close you are when you feel the wet friction. His warm, thick cock is pressed right up against you. It's such a weird sensation like you're being used as a cushion instead of an actual person. Still, you can't help but spread your legs even wider apart, matching the motion of his thrusts and beginning to move your own hips, trying to match him in the intensity of the experience. You come quickly, so close to screaming out loud, but because he doesn't stop thrusting or pull away, you settle for shuddering silently, trying to hold on to that feeling.

After some moments have passed, you realize that his breathing is becoming harder, more ragged, almost panting as he continues pumping you hard. You felt yourself going to come again for the second time. You could just feel your walls clenching and unclenching around him, and it seemed like you were being pushed to the edge again.

Just when you thought you couldn't handle it any longer, the contractions started happening one after another. Your pussy seems to clamp down hard on him. It makes the pressure unbearable, and you suddenly realized that he was holding you still by pressing his body firmly against yours. Without any warning, you cried out and came again, the feeling of pleasure making your body quiver uncontrollably. Your orgasm lasted forever and made your whole body convulse; you gasped for air, and you felt his cum explode inside of you, making your inner walls pulse and expand as you felt a warm liquid gush inside of you.

Afterward, all that was left were his warm hands around your waist and the sound of his soft breaths against your neck.

When you finally opened your eyes again, you see his grey, stormy ones staring straight at you. The look of satisfaction on his handsome features makes you melt into his arms. He gives you a small kiss before settling beside you, pulling you closer, and resting your head on his shoulder. For a moment, neither of you says anything, you two just stare into each other's eyes. Finally, his voice cracks.

"I love you, Y/N" he whispered softly.

a/n: ty for ur request, babe, i enjoyed writing this... toodles :)

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