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gch1995 · 2 years

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Hi! Been thinking about Luke and Vader. How do you think Luke went from wanting to die to believing there was good in Vader? What caused that change/acceptance?

I have a lot of sympathy for Anakin/Darth Vader, and I don’t think it’s fair to place blame on just him for becoming such a deeply dysfunctional and horrifying human disaster as an adult, considering how deeply compromised his agency was his entire life under a series of abusive, hypocritical, and oppressive authority figures within a dystopian galaxy’s fucked up institutions. However, that doesn’t mean Luke wouldn’t have still had absolutely every right to hate his father for hurting him, his friends, and the many other people throughout the galaxy either.

Yet, ultimately Luke didn’t hate his father, even after Darth Vader reached out to him through the force by torturing his son’s friends, stalking him, abducting him, terrorizing him, threatening him, and cutting off his hand to try to coerce him to join the dark side in Empire Strikes Back.

Why?

I think the most obvious reason is that, with a little space and time to recover from the trauma that his father put him through in his efforts to find him and recruit him to the dark side, Luke ultimately sensed the good within Anakin beneath the darkness after he revealed that he was doing all this because Luke was his son, his family, who wanted freedom from Sidious and someone better to bond with than that sadistic asshole his current master was.

Also, in spite of how awful and dangerous it was for Anakin to terrorize Luke, cut off his hand, and threaten him like that on Bespin to try to recruit him to the dark side, he intentionally goes out of his way to avoid outright killing his son by going easy on him battle, giving him chances to escape, and trying to recruit him to the dark side to bond with his son and gain freedom, rather than bringing him to the Emperor.

Yes, he’s being awful, cowardly, and selfish in his methods, but Anakin is also trying to more easily avoid the possibility of one of them getting killed by Palpatine or one another by going after his son to try to recruit him to the dark side to overthrow the Emperor because he knows his master will do worse to Luke and/or himself if he finds out the truth about his son still being alive and a Jedi.

In Empire Strikes Back, Anakin also tells Luke “Don’t make me destroy you” when his son skitters away from him in terror. Though he went about looking for Luke pretty obsessively to try to recruit him for the dark side, once his son actually refuses to be swayed to the dark side by his father on Bespin after being abducted, terrorized, and amputated by him, Anakin notably doesn’t keep hunting down Luke to try to recruit him to the dark side or personally kill him for refusing after he runs away in terror in the movie. He’s upset about it, sure, but he really never wanted for Luke to be killed or hurt long term either.

Then, you also have to examine the fact that Luke didn’t really ever view Owen and Beru Lars as his parents. Though they loved Luke, and he loved them, Owen and Beru still never encouraged Luke to view them as his parents either. They were Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen to Luke, but never mom and dad to him. Luke really wanted someone to be able to identify as his parents. Anakin, flawed as he was, was the first person in Luke’s life to identify themselves as one his parents he had been missing his whole life, which is also why he was particularly desperate to bond with his father and inspire him to turn back to the light side.

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#fanfic-lover-girl #star wars asks #when and why did Luke go from fearing his father to believing in his goodness deep down?#I think it was a couple months to a year after Vader encountered him in empire strikes back.#because Luke realized that for as horrifying as Vader had been he still went out of his way to avoid killing him because he was his son #also for as much as luke loved beru and owen lars for raising him well he never identified with them as mom and dad #and for as much as Owen and beru loved Luke they never raised him as their son. they raised him as their nephew.#i love the horrifying and beautifully tragic father/son relationship between Luke and Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader #even if they sadly did only get like a few days together to really know each other and most of that time they were enemies #Anakin may have been far more dangerous and terrifying to luke than aunt beru and uncle Owen but he still identified himself as Luke’s DAD #I like to imagine Anakin and obi wan spent a lot of time apologizing and talking to Luke and Leia to try to bond and tell them their story #I really think that Luke would feel a lot of conflicting emotions after hearing his dad’s story #on the one hand I think he would feel a lot of sympathy for his biological parents #and feel some resentment towards the way the old Jedi order forbid attachments and operated like an extremist military cult #it’s why I loved it when Luke dragged the old Jedi Order for being hypocritical and self-righteous dicks who helped create Darth Vader #even if unintentionally #but Luke is also a good person at heart too so I know he would be horrified to learn that his father committed mass murder and hurt his mom #even though I hate the sequels and don’t like to consider them canon I loved the scene where Luke dragged the old Jedi Order to Rey #I do think it would take him some time to process how terrible his predecessors from the Jedi Order had become and forgive his father though #do I think he would be able to forgive Anakin even after learning his whole story? absolutely because he has a forgiving heart #and he’d also learn that his father was also a lifelong victim with compromised agency who ultimately regretted doing those horrible things #but it would take him a bit of time and space #return of the jedi #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #darth vader #ot star wars #pt star wars #empire strikes back

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Enemies With Benefits (1)

Jealousy

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?

Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Strap on, Oral sex, Fingering, Jealousy, Nightclub, Enemies, Rough sex, Dirty talk, Grinding

General Masterlist | Enemies with Benefits Masterlist

Chapter 1- Jealousy- 1.9k words

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Green eyes met yours from across the room, jealousy and anger swirling around in them as she stared daggers at you. A smirk grew on your face at her annoyed state as you stared back at her, your body moving in time with the music while the woman in your arms pushed her body back into you. The curve of her ass was flush against your front, heavy breaths escaping the both of you as you danced on the floor. Your head lowered to kiss along her neck, a moan escaping her throat that was drowned out by the blaring music.

“Fuck,” she said as your hands trailed across her body, gliding across her short dress until it met her exposed thighs. Your eyes never left the brunette on the other side of the room while you whispered dirty words into the blonde's ear, her head tilting back to rest against your shoulder. A sultry smirk was on her face as your lips ghosted over hers, your breaths mingling, a bead of sweat dripping down your neck.

Reluctantly, your gaze moved to the blonde, her eyes filled with lust as she glanced down at your lips before flickering back to your eyes. You mirrored her movement, looking at her plump lips, her tongue licking her bottom lip to wet it before it was trapped between her teeth and also had a quick look down at her chest, your position giving you a perfect view down her dress as she peered up at you.

Your hands moved to her hips, guiding her body so her front was flush against yours. You moved your hips in time with the music, hers swaying with yours as her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, her mouth moving to kiss along the hot skin. Your eyes then went back to the brunette, her now dancing with a tall man, her head tilted as she peered up at him. You almost chuckled at the action, knowing she learnt from Nat on how to seduce a man and lower his guard.

The black dress that clung to her body matched the smokey eye shadow she wore, the black contrasting the mesmerising green in her eyes and making them pop. You saw how she fluttered her eyelashes at him, his hands lowering down her body till they rested on her hips. Her hands then went to his shoulders, mouth moving to whisper in his ear while her eyes flickered over to you.

Her nails dug into your shoulders as you hovered above her, your hips pounding into her while your eyes watched her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. The strap was hitting all of the right spots deep inside her, her back arching and giving you the perfect access to the chest you were just admiring. Your teeth teasingly scraped over the sensitive flesh before your tongue licked around her nipple, your mouth soon taking her breast into your mouth. Her hands quickly moved to your hair, holding your head there as her hips moved in time with yours, moans pouring out of her mouth.

“Oh shit,” she groaned when you pulled back from her chest to kneel, lifting her legs up over your shoulders so the toy went even deeper into her. “Fuck Y/n,” your hips drilled into her, once of your hands moving to circle her clit while the other held onto the thigh that was trapped between your body and hers. You were forever grateful at how flexible she was, the angle easier for you to hit her sweet spots.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop,” her tone desperate and demanding making you smirk. You were tempted to ignore her words, slow your thrusts down and have her begging you to move but gave in and continued to pump the toy into her. “I’m gonna-” you cut her off with a bruising kiss, muffling the scream that erupted from the back of her throat as pleasure shuddered through her body once again.

A low groan escaped you as the memory faded, your eyes focusing on your surroundings to see the red tendrils dissipate around her fingers. The blonde smirked against your skin, thinking she was the reason for your affected state.

The brunette refused to look at you, her hands moving down the man's body until they reached his back pockets, slipping out the usb hidden in there and slipping it down her bra without him noticing. You waited for her to make the next move and continued to dance with the random woman as she chose what to do next. When you saw her leaving the man, his turning to find another woman instead of following, you quickly apologised to the blonde and followed the brunette. Your hand gripped her arm as she tried to walk away, pulling her body towards yours so her back was flush against your front.

“Where are you going my little witch?” you husked out at the shell of her ear, hands wrapping around her middle and moving her hips with yours. You hear the small groan come from her at your actions and grinned as you placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss at the base of her neck.

“I’m trying to work,” she rasped out back, leaning her head back to look at your face, her eyes naturally drifting to your lips and remembering the wonders your mouth can do.

“So boring,” your hand moving up her body till it rested on her throat for a moment before returning to her waist, “All work and no play?” your breath hot against her cheek as your mouth lowered till it hovered over hers.

Wanda answered your question by turning in your arms and crashing her lips to yours. Her hands roughly tugged your head down, hers tilting to deepen the kiss. You groaned at the intensity of it, your mind clouding with her. She pulled away with darkened eyes and a sultry smirk, her hand reaching out to grab yours as she pulled you through the club before pushing you into a random room.

Your back hit the wall, her mouth never leaving yours as her tongue explored your mouth. You heard the sound of the door locking, red tendrils fading around the handle as she continued to press you into the storage room wall. Your hand trailed down her back, squeezing her ass and pulling her closer to you before flipping the two of you around so she was pinned instead. Your mouth opened to say something but she placed her finger against them to shush you.

“Knees, now.” Her tone was one you wouldn't dare go against, not that you were going to anyway, and swiftly dropped to your knees. Her hands pushed your shoulders as you kneeled before her, looking up with a mischievous look as your hands rested on her thighs. “Don’t tease,” she rasped out, her hands tugging at your hair to make sure you were listening to her.

“So demanding,” you teased, quickly hiking her dress up to expose her soaked panties. “So wet,” you wasted no time in moving her underwear to the side and licking a stripe up her core, a loud moan escaping her. She pushed your head into her making you moan against her clit as you took it into your mouth.

“Fuck,” she sighed out, leaning her head back to rest against the wall. Your tongue was licking against her clit, your fingers running through her folds and gathering her wetness. A guttural groan left her when you thrusted a finger into her, her grip tightening on your locks as you smirked against her core.

“You looked so jealous on the dance floor,” you taunted, fingers curling against her g-spot making her hips buck forwards.

“I was not-Shit,” a choked moan escaped her when you swirled your tongue around her clit just the way she liked it. “I was not jealous,” she managed out, her eyes looking down at you with a dangerous look.

“So you wouldn't mind if I went back to the blonde?” you mused, pulling away from her clit for a moment to look at her. You held her gaze as you added another finger, watching how her mouth parted in a breathy sigh and eyes rolled back slightly. “Took her back to my place, fucked her with my mouth, fingers, cock,” she snapped at your last words, tugging your head back up to her mouth. Your mouths clashed, tongues fighting for dominance. You soon won when you moved your thumb to brush her clit, a moan taking her by surprise allowing you to control the kiss.

When air was necessary, you pulled back and moved to kiss along her neck. You could feel the groan she tried to stifle when you licked up the column of her throat, her eyes rolling at the feel of a smirk on her skin.

“Fuck her all you want,” she spat out, hands pulling you away from her neck. “We both know she’ll never make you feel how I can, make you come as hard as I can.” You just looked at her with a smug look to taunt her before moving to whisper in her ear. Your free hand moved to her chest, groping her breasts through her dress.

“Just admit you’re jealous, my little witch,” you husk out, making her groan in annoyance. You pump your fingers into her faster, making her whine pathetically as she buries her face against your collarbone.

“God, I hate you,” she whispers, her walls clenching around you and hips bucking signalling she was close.

“You can hate me all you want,” your voice low at the shell of her ear, “But you can’t say you don’t love how I make you feel, how I make you come so hard around my fingers.” As if on cue, her body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her. She muffling her mouth by biting on the fabric on your jacket to stop others hearing the scream that left her throat. You slowed her movements, letting her hips move along your fingers to ride out the aftershocks and soon pulled out.

Staring directly into her eyes, you raised your fingers that were covered in her cum to your mouth, sliding them in and moaning at the taste of her. She watched how your cheeks hollowed slightly and groaned quietly before pulling her dress down.

“Delicious,” you mutter while pulling the digits out of your mouth, her cheeks flushing at your sultry voice. You moved forwards to kiss her again but a hand on your chest stopped you in your tracks.

“I don’t have time for another round,” she whispers, pushing you back so she could walk past you.

“Scared your work friends will find you coming in my mouth?” your hands grasped hers, stopping her from opening the door. “I wonder what they’d think, hmm?” your mouth moved back to her neck, your hands gliding across her torso and down till her lower abdomen, “Fucking one of the bad guys, so scandalous.”

“That’s why they won’t find out,” she grits out, pulling away from you and opening the door, leaving you all alone in the room. You just chuckled to yourself, fixing your hair and clothes before pulling the usb you slipped out of her bra out of your pocket and twirling it between your fingers.

“See you soon, my little witch.”

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jade-len · 4 months

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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

#PIDW but make xin mo a soul eater fan #why did i actually write all of this #idk it just sounded funny but then i kinda got sad at the end because bingge is such a lonely person its genuinely depressing #at least in here he has his this weird talking demonic sword #someone transmigrates into xin mo and ends up becoming an emotional support and comfort sword #i would say that this could be shen yuan but the xin mo transmigrator couldnt give any less of a fuck about bingges plans #and would also annoy sqq if he had to deal with it #might write this #but i need to finish that time travel bingge x reader enemies to friends to lovers thing #yes you heard me right a bingge x reader let me make him happy ok #bingmei already has sqq bingge needs someone :( and therapy but that doesnt exist here #while i thought of this i imagined like this floating talking sword by bingge #i actually have like a lot of WIPs this is only one of them #for some reason i had this idea after seeing this one instagram reel where gojo was cinderellas fairy godmother and sang IT girl #and that inspired an annoying talking xin mo transmigrator #luo binghe #luo bingge #mxtx svsss #svsss #fanfic stuff #the scum villain's self saving system #svsss ideas

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hotdilfs11 · 6 months

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.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

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geraskierfanficprompts · 5 days

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Prompt 14

Jaskier is sure Geralt ignores most of what he says. That is, until Geralt leaves his journal behind when he goes to hunt one day. Jaskier trips on it and goes to put it in his pack, light-heartedly muttering to Roach about how much of a slob that man is, before seeing his name plastered all over the page. He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to read a page filled with nothing but insults and a rant of how annoying Jaskier must be, only to find out the journal is filled with paragraph after paragraph of loving descriptions and insights into everything Jaskier speaks or sings about, including the occasional highly-detailed sketch of him, made with love. Jaskier reads page after page after page after page after page, and only stops when interrupted by Geralt's shocked intake of breath as he comes back to camp.

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Pre-Prompt fic that ticks some of the boxes was found by @merthurmagic! It focuses on the drawing part, but it's very sweet! It involves getting together, and the kaer morhen boys! I'm not a personal fan of the way dialogue is written, with angle brackets instead of quotation marks, but it's still a good read!

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annesthaeticc · 3 months

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lovers rock | sherlock x fem!reader

| Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

| one shot , song fic

| 961 words

| 'because love can burn like a cigarette, and leave you alone with nothing...' What Sherlock and Y/N had was beautiful, but it crashed and burned.

A/N okay bear with me it's short, but hey it's something, right? testing the waters asi hopefully hopefully come back into writing. let me know what you think!

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“Such a small world,” you quietly said and watched as the air escaped your lungs, echoing your words. The party inside was loud, but not loud enough for the silence outside was piercing yet calming. And so, he heard you. Slowly, he turned to see who spoke and found your silhouette, your shape outlined amongst the trees and the pillars.

Slowly, he walked towards you. Yet another mistake he was about to make. For all the choices he made that involved you, it led to one.

One. Big. Mistake.

Sherlock heard his heart thudding. Crashing and breaking in every step he made towards you. You sat there frozen, your eyes unblinking, or at least trying not to blink for you feared that if you do so, he might disappear.

Just like he did back then.

Sherlock sometimes wished he never pursued you, but here he was, about to do the very same thing. He never learned.

“Indeed it is.” he replied, his very perfect presence now crowding over you. His shadow embraced you and your eyes finally blinked only to find he was still there, standing in front of you.

He was taller. His face is more defined. His curls, curled to perfection. His perfume was the same, or is it? His lips fuller, more inviting than ever.

Sherlock noticed this, and cannot help himself but do the very same. You were perfect in every shape and form, as the day he met you. He committed crimes before, but his favorite might be the one he is about to make; to kiss you.

Silence passed by the small distance between you and him and it was almost deafening. You were waiting for him to say something. Something along the lines of “I’m sorry I left you…” And he was doing just the same, waiting for the words like “I’m sorry I couldn't wait for you…”

“Best man leaving early?” you finally said, shyly asking. He nodded and looked away.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, cutting you off before you could even say anything.

“I was invited, well not just me really, Ian and I were…” your voice trailed off as your husband's name left your lips. Again, he nodded.

Ah yes, Ian. Sherlock knew more than you. He is decent enough, this Sherlock could guarantee. But not decent enough to leave you on your own for days, even weeks or months on end while he was traveling the world on some sort of opera tour. Sherlock didn't care enough to dig for more details.

All he knew was deep seated anger and sadness.

And this resonated through the walls of the second floor of 221B Baker Street for months. Your wedding invitation sent for him lay hopeless on his desk, waiting to be written on to confirm his invitation. He was about to decline after finally making a decision that went on for weeks, only to find out it was pointless to respond because your wedding was already done.

And so, he threw the invitation in the fire. He watched as the intricate paper got swallowed by the flames, melting into ashes, into nothing. He was mesmerized by it. How something could be nothing because of the burning flames.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he saw your hand, holding a packet of cigarettes. You were offering him one and Sherlock accepted. You sat down again on the bench and he followed, allowing a few inches between you.

Quietly, the two of you smoked. Avoiding glancing or talking. You were caught up in a trance and were shaken out of it when you felt movement. Sherlock stood up and stepped on the cigarette. His shoe dug into the grass as the last of the embers glowed.

“Going somewhere?” you asked.

“Home.” he replied, his voice deep.

“I could drive you.” you offered.

“No thank you. I’ll catch a cab.” he replied, slowly walking away.

“Sherlock, wait, please—” you caught up with him and offered to drive him once more. He declined and you almost gave up.

His figure faded into the darkness when you cried out, “Sherlock, I'm sorry.”

Tears flooded your eyes and you couldn't help. It fell from your eyes, flowing down your face. Everything was blurry and you felt your hands shaking from the nicotine and from the adrenaline of your apology.

“It's been 12 years, Y/N,” he replied. “Why are you saying sorry now?”

“Because…”

“You will not tempt me to play one of your games, Y/N. Not this time. Not ever again.”

“Sherlock, please,”

“I'm sorry? Is that all you could think? You left me, Y/N,” he cried. And now you see his face. Anger, despair, and longing painted his face,

“You left me first!” you accused him. He really did.

“And yet you couldn't wait for me, couldn't you? All the promises I made—”

“Were gone as soon as you disappeared, Sherlock.”

“Oh ye of little faith!” he said, his voice booming.

“Sherlock,” you breathlessly begged. “I'm sorry.”

Sherlock heard you, and saw your eyes. He hated you for marrying someone else, but what he hated most is seeing you cry. He pulled out his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and dabbed your face, wiping away the tears. He pulled you into his embrace, just like he did back then. When your cries died down, he pulled away then planted a kiss on your temple.

“We would never work out. You're happier with him.” Sherlock said.

“I realized that what he had, was all that it was. Nothing more, nothing less. We burned too fast until we became nothing, Y/N.” he continued.

“I loved you,” you whispered.

“And I did too. So much.” he said, his voice breaking.

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quillthrillswriting · 1 month

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katara speaks to each member of the gaang individually and finds out that aang has been head over heels with her for years and no one ever bothered telling her. this takes place after the fire lord is defeated, but in my version, they never kissed in the finale:oo katara is basically dumb in terms of love and so is aang and they are peak miscommunication trope and theres too much zutara content and not enough kataang

OR katara interrogates each of her friends (toph, sokka, and zuko) and comes to the conclusion that she has lived for years without the kind of love most people wish for their entire lives

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Aang liked Katara. Like-likes her, even.

Wow, she thought to herself, I really should’ve grown out of using the phrase “like-like” by now.

She just couldn’t use the other word. That four-letter word that communicated such intense, devoted emotion. As soon as Toph said it, it seemed simultaneously to be the most obvious thing in the world and yet the most fundamentally incorrect thing Katara had ever heard.

“Wh-what,” Katara almost stammered, tripping over her words in a manner uncharacteristic of the Gaang’s most graceful member. “What gave you that impression?”

She was met with a blank stare and a raised eyebrow. “Have you not noticed the way he reacts when you’re in danger? When you’re hurt?” She paused, rolling her eyes incredulously. “For heaven’s sake, Katara, Twinkle-Toes gave up firebending after lightly toasting your hands. He gave up the avatar state for you. To be honest, if it would save you from some impending doom, I think he’d give up being the avatar for you, as long as you’d end up okay.”

“I think that’s taking the assumption a bit far.”

“I say that that doesn’t take it far enough.”

“I, I just- know he doesn’t feel that way about me. In the cave of two lovers, back before you joined the group, we were split from Sokka and when I thought we needed to kiss to get through the cave…” she blushed, remembering the embarrassment that had burned through her body. “He… he made it clear that he wasn’t interested.”

She was met with an eye roll. “Whatever you say, Sugar Queen.”

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just-some-trans-nobody · 5 months

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Put on pause due to sickness.

Ok so I have the December Christmas Monster stories schedule made and the first five days written already. You can ask for your request to be on certain days, if not they will fall into the first available request slot. If I some how get more requests than the available request slots don't worry I'll still write them but they will have no scheduled time.

Remember check my pinned post to see what things I will not write before sending in a request, ones that break my rules will be ignored completely or be blocked if it breaks three or more things on the list.

*Small edit to update the schedule the list*

December 1.) Yautja Christmas head cannons

December 2.) Female Naga

December 3.) Shadow Creature

December 4.) Orc Breeding

December 5.) Crazy Mothman

December 6.) Centaur + Drider raising human child Platonic

December 7.) Yautja

December 8.) Horny Krampus

December 9.) Saturday Snake

December 10.) Werewolf Neighbor

December 11.) Satyr

December 12.) Bigfoot

December 13.) Half Giant

December 14.) Siren

December 15.) Harpy

December 16.) Saturday Snake

December 17.) Dragon with knight reader

December 18.) Orc bestie

December 19.) Minotaur

December 20.) Octomerman

December 21.) Robot's first Christmas Platonic

December 22.) Requested Eldrige Horror

December 23.) Saturday Snake

December 24.) Requested Centaur dads with teen kid

December 25.) Bat Creature

December 26.) Grumpy centaur dad with toddler

December 27.) Fire demon

December 28.) Requested Walter part 2

December 29.) Orc Tavern

December 30.) Saturday Snake

December 31.) New Years Kiss

Happy holidays everyone and happy reading.

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genghisthebrain · 6 months

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ranking things wednesday definitely calls enid (and you should call your significant other)

my sweet potato moonshine - alcohol is good to wednesday, enid is good to wednesday. big fan of the implication wednesday makes alcohol for fun. 8/10.

canine of my heart - bonus points for the tswift reference. maybe a little long for my liking. good over an email. 7/10.

delicate rabies - short, concise, loving term of endearment. 10/10.

scritch scratch - decent, definitely like it extra because of the alliteration and pararhyme. 6.5/10.

dead tree cells - this is a good pun on "bark." and I'm a pun kinda gal. 7/10.

sinclair de lune - as a pianist and, again, a pun gal, I give this points, but as a human being who doesn't really like clair de lune, I'm indifferent. 8.5/10.

ravishing wall rat - yall seen those posts on tiktok about the massive rats that come out of walls? that's what she's comparing enid to. and they're kind of cute. I think this is sweet, a good inside joke and funny. 9/10.

manicured mongrel - pretty much enid in a nutshell. canine and always with some good ass nails. 8/10.

mrs addams - adorable as shit, I love the love, 11/10.

#wait_no on ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #wednesday 2022 #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wednesday x enid #pet names #friends to lovers #I like to think these are all done as a compliment as well #like #in public #it confuses everyone else #but enid's like yasss girl call me a mongrel 🥰#tag urself I'm delicate rabies

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Hi! I've read almost all your SW posts and I'm curious why you still engage with anti Anakins and/or Kenobists as you call them? I've read some of their posts. Even the dialogue in the adoption post. And I found myself losing braincells from the lack of reading comprehension and empathy. I'm not a SW fan, just an Anakin and Luke fan, and it still hurts. How do you do it?

I’ve been in the OT and PT SW fandom for the past nine months now, and while I was initially more willing to jump on their posts to give my opinion, even stooping myself to their level on occasion when they defended the Jedi on issues of their treatment with Anakin and their recruits that were downright offensive, it’s not something I’m entirely proud of, and I have recently been trying my hardest to avoid the Kenobists, Republic apologists, and Jedi apologists.

Yeah, they were victims, but many of them also were and/or became perpetrators of horrendous systematic abuse, crime, and oppression “for the greater good,” too. So was Anakin, but the only reason why he gets called out on it by most of the fandom, even when he’s not at fault, he’s not the only one at fault, or he shouldn’t be held at fault at all, while the Jedi and Republic of their time don’t, is because they know he becomes their enemy Darth Vader. If he hadn’t become Darth Vader, his only enemies were the ones who Obi-Wan, Yoda, the Republic, and the Council approved of, and/or he only ever victimized people and species outside of the “greater good” of the Jedi Order and Republic, neither they nor the Jedi apologists and Kenobists would care. In fact, they’d probably totally woobify Anakin by pretending he never did anything wrong and was this perfect hero all along, in spite of being deeply screwed up, much like they do with Kenobi and the Order itself.

Anyway, the reason why I broke my own blog rule and ranted at that Kenobist canichangemyblogname and thatbitchformerlynamedkenobi who invaded @wingletblackbird’s post about the valid concern of the consent issues in Luke and Leia’s adoption is because they were being assholes who were picking a fight on her post by insulting both her and those of us who were agreeing with her perspective. At first, I thought canichangemyblogname was at least trying to debate in honest good faith by bringing up a point that Naboo was Palpatine’s home planet, but then when I tagged her in my response to her response on the OP’s post, she went into a very condescending, long, and rude lecture to attack both the OP, me, and every one of us who agreed with her by saying that we were “edgy” fans to pick up on problematic implications in Bail Organa’s “adoption” of Leia, rather than just blindly buying that this was a completely legal “closed adoption,” in spite of not seeing any evidence to suggest that in either canon or Legends. Then, she went on to insinuate that those of us who would have wanted to have seen evidence to buy that Leia and Luke’s “adoption” was legal, lacked intelligence and basic reading comprehension skills.

However, I’m an English major, and one of the most important elements we learn that is essential to good writing is to show don’t tell. It’s especially true in creative writing/storytelling. Thus, canichangemyblogname is wrong. The audience or reader wanting to have evidence shown to them in a narrative or essay in order to believe something to be true or false about a character or message that the writer is trying to convey, for better or worse, is not “a cancer on media” or bad writing. It’s good writing that needs to be done more.

She also said she thought it was ridiculous we were so against the idea of Obi-Wan Kenobi being an “Asian-coded” or “African coded” white male character, even though he looked down upon other species and cultures he considered “weak” and “pathetic” outside of the Jedi Order much of the time in canon.

Before I blocked her, that Kenobist did actually respond to my rant against her on her own blog by gaslighting me through saying that I “misinterpreted her completely and she never meant to offend.” However, she very clearly did intend to offend me and all of us who supported wingletblackbird. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have invaded the OP’s post, or gone into an insulting lecture against me when I tried to civilly point out that I saw where she was coming from about the twins potentially being in danger from Palpatine on Naboo, but I still saw legal/consent issues in Leia’s “adoption” by Bail Organa because nothing in canon or Legends had proven me it was a legit closed adoption.

I thought about responding to her apololie, but I was really just exhausted with canichangemyblogname, all of the hardcore Jedi apologists, Bail Organa apologists, and kenobists mud slinging on @wingletblackbird’s post that made a valid point about the consent issues in Luke and Leia’s adoption.

Every argument with them comes down to them being narrow-minded who insinuate that you’re stupid, insult you, inaccurately and irrelevantly virtue signal with comments like “racist,” “Holocaust denier,” “abuse apologist,” “DV apologist,” “anti adoption,” “child hater,” “afab who just wants to fuck Anakin,” ableist comments, slurs, and so on.

The most galling thing about a lot of the Kenobists and Jedi apologists, such as canichangemyblogname and all of those other ones on that post, though, is that, much like their faves, they can never admit that they are wrong. When confronted by those of us who try to call them out on their shit, they always play the victim by gaslighting us through saying that they weren’t trying to offend us, that we’re overreacting, or that they didn’t mean it that way.

Don’t fall for it when you call them out on being an asshole, and then believe it when they give you some bs about how they “didn’t mean it.” They clearly did. People like those Jedi apologists and Kenobists deserve being insulted and blocked. At least the people on our side are honest about it if we do insult them. Just like their faves, the JAs and Kenobists constantly ignore blatant canon that does not suit their preferred headcanons, deflect, and gaslight to play the victim.

@tragicfantasy-girl

@fanfictasia

@fanfic-lover-girl

@rogue205

@mynameisanakin

#ask #fanfic-lover-girl #wingletblackbird #anti kenobists #anti jedi apologists #anakin skywalker #darth vader #obi wan kenobi critical #anti canichangemyblogname #obi wan critical #bail organa critical

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pookiesdairy · 6 months

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GenV: Marie Moreau x Jordan Li

Part 1

Summary : The class schedules are out and Marie finds out that she’s not enrolled into the crimefighting programme. She goes to the school to find out of if there’s been an error on her timetable. When she reaches the office she comes into contact with Professor Brink’s T.A. Jordan Li.

wordcount: 1.6 k

They/them pronouns used for Jordan Li.

currently unedited...

Author's notes: this is just my interpretation of what went down in the first episode lol. The other parts will drift off from the main plot of the show and will contain lots of smut hehehe. Enjoy xxx

Trigger Warning : 18+ only!, corruption kink, power dynamic, public humiliation, angst, punishment undertones, undertones of smut, intense!Jordan, desperate!Marie.

This Fanfic contains A LOT OF SPOILERS BEWARE

Marie takes a deep breath as she steadies herself before opening the main entrance door to the reception area, where she finds someone hunched over the desk leading to the professor’s office.

The person looks oddly familiar. It’s a woman, dark hair cut short, with a round face, delicate soft features with little to no makeup on. Despite herself, Marie sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She had never seen a more beautiful woman, even with a fuckass bob, an oversized sweater, a pearl chocker necklace, and large, obnoxious golden rings on. She can’t stop staring.

Walking closer to the desk, Marie immediately knew damn well who she was. She knew what they were. Yet it didn’t stop her from confirming. "Jordan, right?" Marie asks in awe and continues nervously, “Jordan Li... First of all, you’re awesome—I mean, WOW! Ranked number two in the whole school... I”.

Jordan bored out of their minds and says, `“Yeah, if you want Professor Brink’s autograph, you gotta buy his book”. They must have felt her eyes on them, but they don’t even bother looking up at her as they continue ruffling through papers on the desk. Jordan’s expression remained indifferent, in stark contrast to Marie’s quiet determination.

Marie, still staring intensely and feeling slightly embarrassed, awkwardly stutters, “Oh. No, that’s not why I’m here. Um Uh. There’s clearly been a mistake. I-I signed up for Brink’s Freshmen Intro to Crimefighting, but it’s not in my schedule”. She had only seen Jordan on TV, and this was the first time seeing them in person, so she felt slightly intimidated.

“What’s your name?” Jordan asks her, slowly turning to the computer. "Moreau...Marie" keys immediately start clacking as Jordan looks her up in the system. “Marie Moreau”.

A little smile forms on Jordan’s lips, and they say aloofly, “Oh, yeah, I see the problem. You were rejected”. Marie can barely focus as she stares at Jordan's juicy, plump lips, but the words seem far away. Her skin felt flush.

“Wh-What? What do you mean? I-I , like, quadruple checked the forms,” Marie says pathetically with a look of disbelief all over her face.

Jordan chuckled, eyeing Marie up and down “Yeah, we just don’t have space for everyone”. Marie tensed at the eye contact, her heart racing.

In that moment, Jordan really looked at her and realised how cute she looked, all flustered and desperate. Her little reactions: her fists balled together, legs fidgeting, nose all scrunched up, lips parted, eyes wide and pleading. They felt an odd little rush of excitement in their chests as Marie continued begging and started walking even closer to the desk. “No, but I have to take... Intro. Everyone who majors in crime fighting takes Intro”.

Jordan might have pitied her if she hadn’t made this harder for herself and too easy for them. Everyone knew to never bother Jordan Li and to never waste their precious time. Marie’s pretty little head hasn’t registered it yet.

“Look, most freshmen show up; they think they’ll major in crimefighting, crush their combat and forensics classes, and score a city contract, but they won’t. I mean, you’re competing with kids who have cleared homicide cases and who have over a million followers”.

Jordan inhales deeply and sighs, “And you..." before looking back at a spreadsheet with all of Marie’s stats.

“You don’t even have an Insta” they chuckle mockingly and go back to typing, shooing her with, "Now, I kind of have to get back to this ”.

The harshness of Jordan’s words hurt but also made Marie's stomach flutter and her thighs squeeze together. With a look of annoyance on her face, she asks, “Can I talk to Professor Brink about this?” Jordan immediately responds with a "no," still typing. They then look up at Marie deadpan and say, “I made the call. I’m his T.A.” before going back to looking at the computer. This didn’t stop Marie from arguing with the devil’s shadow. Her stubbornness had already gotten her this far.

Pausing at their words, Marie’s face hardens. “Hold on. This was your decision?" . There is growing tension in the air as she leans towards Jordan loudly asks, “Who are you to reject me?”. In that instant, Jordan wanted to bend her over their lap and teach her a lesson.

“His T.A.” Jordan retorts with a sexy but smug smile. Marie felt her cheeks heat up at their facial expression and the heat of her arousal in the pit of her stomach, which only made her feel hotter.

The sound of the professor’s door opening cuts through the tension between the two, and they both turn to look at it just as Professor Brinks walks out with a shotgun pointed directly at Jordan.

"Jordan,” the professor calls out, walking towards them before he proceeds to shoot them in the chest.

Jordan leans back, quickly switches to their masculine side, and gets hit with the bullet. They barely flinch and smirk as they move their now large, veiny hand to grab the bullet shell off their sweater and drop it on the desk.

Marie jumps and exclaims, “What the fuck?" in utter shock and horror.

Marie gasps at the sudden transformation. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop herself from noticing Jordan’s hair is even shorter and slicked back, his jaw sharper, his eyebrows thicker, his shoulders broader, and his chest filling out the previously baggier sweatshirt. With a very obvious tent poking his pants. No doubt, Jordan made a very handsome man. Their handsome face was making Marie even more flustered.

Brink laughs heartily: “Goddamn, that’s the fastest draw I’ve ever seen”. Jordan, smirking mischievously, dusts himself off before pointing to the hole in his sweater and saying, “Uh, you're going to need to buy me a new shirt, Professor”. Brink chuckles, "Oh, hey, sorry, champ,” and looks at Jordan he's shadow adoringly before he pulls a white handkerchief from his pocket and begins to wipe his shotgun.

Jordan, in turn, nonchalantly picks up a diary from their desk and starts reading out the professor's schedule. “Good morning, America wants to interview you about ‘how Brink’s technique with super kids can help you with your kid's.".

The professor says, bored “Tell them to read my book”. Marie forced her eyes away from Jordan and quickly said, “I’ve read your book,” staring desperately at the professor. The professor finally looks up from his gun and acknowledges Marie. She continues, “I’ve read all of your books." Jordan rolls their eyes, interrupts her, and says “I’ve already handled this, sir”.

Marie says, “Sir She...” and Jordan sharply looks at Marie, and she looks back and quickly changes her words, “I mean, he... they..." before turning to the professor and finishing, “Rejected me into your intro class. But they’re dead wrong. They don’t know meee”. Marie couldn’t help but let out the whine working its way into her voice, despite her best efforts to hide her simmering anxiety and arousal.

“That so?” The professor replies before shooting Jordan a knowing look of amusement and entertaining her little rant.

He slowly begins to angle his body towards his office as Marie says, “It’s not about the talent; it’s about the drive. Right?” nodding her head in desperation, hoping and longing to hear her childhood hero confirm what she believes to be true. And he nods back, and a glimmer of hope and determination enters her eyes as she says something ragged and desperate. “And that’s me. I could go all the way. I just... I just need a chance ”.

He looks at her with pity, softly pats her head, and says, “Performing Arts is a fine programme," before turning full, walking into his office, and closing the door behind him.

Marie turns to Jordan with a look of dejection in her teary eyes, and she finds them with a full-blown smile on their faces, all their front teeth gleaming under the florescent lighting. Jordan can’t help the laughter that escapes them.

“Fuck you, Jordan." Marie chokes out as Jordan winks at her "Gladly Sweetheart” and gets back to typing as she angrily flips them the bird and stomps out of the office humiliated.

Jordan feels an even larger tingle in their chest and an unfamiliar knot twisted in their neither region. And they assume it’s coming from the adrenaline from getting shot by his mentor. But Jordan has been rock hard for the past 30 minutes.

Staring down at their crotch, Jordan realises that he might have just found something—no, someone—better than the drugs and school ranking—a much more rewarding conquest. How beautiful… How foolish of Marie to almost make an enemy out of the future number one of the school!

Jordan wanted to make her beg. They had to make Marie theirs. They needed to corrupt Marie’s pretty little head and make her know her place. With her kneeling and her chatty mouth snug on their cock and clit.

Jordan knew just who to call to help them with this particular dilemma. They would call Cate. Cate Dunlap.

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puppiesandnightlock · 12 days

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LINK: Now i like your stupid face

summary: Friendships have developed, and now that everyone's catching on, Jon's catching something else...

ft. Damian fixing Jon's attire to his level, some selfies and chillin, and Jon catching feels for our boy Dami

The dynamic doesn’t change much, at first. It had still been teasing and annoying and provoking each other to see who’ll rise to the bait first, but with a layer of friendliness, of knowing that it's just fun and games.

It was the little things that began to clue the rest of them in, his friends first and foremost, who, at the time, still bristled when Jon neared Damian in their presence, more so when they began teasing each other. Once they caught on, the rest of the school who’d begun to be invested in their situation since the day Damian’s books met the floor, began to as well.

Things like Damian’s use of more informal language than the robotic textbook he often sounded like, Jon’s attendance and grades, the way they seemed to gravitate towards each other when in the other’s presence.

The fights became nothing but banter, usually ending in laughter, much to everyone’s bewilderment. Jon’s coffee intake became less and suddenly he was showing up to tutoring with two cups of tea rather than a single cup of coffee.

Damian seemed less stiff all the time, clothes changing just slightly to be pronounced casual prep, wearing long earrings with cuffs in an ear, eyeliner making its reappearance onto his person, although it was a soft brown framing his eyes rather than the harsh black.

It was puzzling to the rest of the world how they were getting along now. Damian was questioned on it, giving such vague answers they all stopped trying to ask anyways. Jon became a steady presence in their lies, dragging Akira along with him, much to their distaste.

They’d developed a stable bond, despite being polar opposites in reality. Damian was still determined to fix Jon’s mannerisms and clothing taste, although mentioning such made Jon scowl and retort with the fact that there was nothing wrong with what he wore.

“It’s all…wrong.” Damian eyed him critically from the vantage point of Jon’s bedroom doorway. Jon himself was on the bed, flopped on his stomach and scrolling through his phone.

“Everything I do is wrong to you, Dames.” Jon muttered, feeling his face heat up as the words came out disgustingly fond instead of the exasperated tone he was going for.

He had moved from the doorway into the room fully, opening the door to his large closet and examining the contents.

“You have a perfectly acceptable wardrobe here, i can’t fathom why you don’t use it,” He tsked, yanking a shirt off a hanger. “And you can’t tell me it does not ‘fit with your aesthetic’, because you can certainly make it fit with whatever this is.”

“You just gestured to all of me,” Jon deadpanned as he rolled over, placing his phone down.

“Take everything off.” Damian demanded, throwing a bundle of clothes at him.

“Take a guy to dinner first, jeez,” Jon smirked, catching the clothing. “I don’t put out on the first date anyways so…”

“You’re impossible,” Damian huffed, tugging at the collar of his sleeveless black turtleneck, the shirt tucked into green harem-style pants. He turned around to both give privacy and to continue a search for what he deemed better clothing. Without turning around, he tossed a beanie at him, another thing for him to put on.

“Are you decent?” Damian asked dryly a few minutes later, turning around anyway. Jon was shoving the beanie on his head, twisting it in a way that it messed his curls.

“Here, let me,” He adjusted it, looking him up and down. Blue caught green and held each other gazes even if just for a moment. Said moment was broken as Damian shook his head, sitting him back down and going to rummage in the bathroom connected to Jon’s room.

“What’re you doing?” Jon pulled up his snapchat, taking multiple pictures with different filters. Damian came back out equipped with all the makeup that that other owned.

“I’m going to teach you to wear the atrocity you call makeup correctly.”

Jon looked actually offended by the statement, and dodged as a makeup wipe came at him. “There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“It’s offending my sensibilities.”

“My brother used to wear it like this-!”

“Does he now? No. Do you know why? Because Timothy got him to see the error in his ways by simply existing . He looks equally as dramatic now as he did then.”

“But I'm not my brother and I will not be swayed by your Wayne child charisma.”

Damian tackled him and they wrestled around the bed for a minute, before the smaller boy flipped them and pinned down his wrists, straddling his lap.

“Haha.” Damian said triumphantly. Jon was extremely aware of how they were placed and flushed accordingly, looking anywhere but the smaller boy on top of him, because they were just friends, just friends, justfriends-

“Oy!” Kon’s voice rumbled from the stairs just as Damian began to attempt to wipe away his eyeliner. “Y’all better have clothes on!”

“kON!” Jon’s voice cracked, the pitch going higher with embarrassment.

Damian made no move to get off, simply putting on an appalled expression. He had so many siblings that in this day and age he’d rather continue with what he was doing and ignore the embarrassing jeers from Jon’s older brother.

“Stop moving, hayseed, you’re making this much harder than it has to be.” He finally got most of it off, and then applied most of it as usual. He brandished the eyeliner like a sword, and made Jon sit up, despite not moving from his lap.

“A-ain’tcha gonna get off?” He mumbled, sure his face was as red as it felt.

“Shh. And no, this makes for a better angle.” the pencil dragged against his skin and flecked up, creating a thin dramatic wing, the polar opposite of the tiny subtle one Damian so often wore.

He did the other side, capping the pencil and finally scooting off, taking the supplies back to the restroom after he’d finished.

Jon admired himself in the camera of his phone, immediately posting a bunch of pictures. Damian shoved him over and leaned back onto the bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. He’d been making more use of it now, Jon's influence, he was sure.

The taller boy held up his phone and snapped a selfie of the two, a cheery rose colored filter on and hand drawn hearts in the corners. Jon was smirking and had thrown up a peace sign, and Damian had looked up for a minute, looking largely unamused.

He posted it on all of his socials, tagging Damian and slumping back down. After a moment’s consideration, he scooted forwards and placed his head so that it was resting on Damian's crossed legs.

“Get off.” Damian grumbled, making no move to actually push him off his person. He only shoved off the beanie, threading his fingers into the raven curls and pushing his head to the side in a playful manner, keeping his eyes on his screen.

“Meh.” Jon stared up at his phone, moving his head back to where it had been, Damian’s hand still in his hair. They stayed in silence the rest of the time there, only moving once Damian had gotten the message he needed to leave.

“I arranged your closet, since we’re friends I thought I might offer you some more outfits than the typical one you always wear. Your jacket will go with any of them.”

He waved to the small cubbies, seven outfits for seven days of the week. it was a gift, in an odd sort of way. Jon felt both pleased and mildly irritated, because really, what was he, a five year old who needs their clothes set out for them?

He finally settled on a simple,“Huh. Thanks, D.”, before sitting up.

“I gotta get over to your house and make you look more normal because despite this being your designer casual prep, you still look like you came out of a magazine.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” He asked, stretching out now that Jon was no longer keeping him from moving. He stood, grabbing his bag from the floor and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Not really, more of an observation.” Jon shrugged, looking at him from upside down. “But you’re going to wear jeans and a hoodie one of these days, at the very least.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “We’ll see, Kent. I’ve got to be going now, I’d better see you on time for tutoring tomorrow.”

“Yessir.” Jon called as the other boy exited his room and went down the steps. As the downstairs door closed, Kon poked his head into the room.

“You guys are so disgusting.”

He threw a pillow at his brother's face. “Shut UP, Kon!”

The next day’s session went on, Jon being only two minutes late and making up for it by presenting Damian with a cup of tea, blended drink in his own hand.

“I dunno how you can stand to drink that stuff when it’s getting so warm out.” Jon scrunched up his face, the gesture making Damian turn to hide a small smile.

It wasn’t his fault the expression was endearing, okay?

“I don’t understand how you can pay eight dollars for a glorified slushie of milk and sugar with a dash of caffeine.” He retorted, taking the cup.

“Shut up and drink your tea,” Jon slid into the seat next to him, their bodies smushed into each other. He took the needed papers and books out, setting them next to Damian’s books.

He picked up the papers Jon had set out and hummed a noise of approval. “You’re doing much better in your classes, Jon. Congratulations. By the end of this year, you should have the satisfactory marks for all your credits, including the ones you had to make up.”

“Thanks, D.” he grinned, before adding more quietly. “Guess I couldn't have done it without you.”

“Of course not.” Damian turned his head to the side, looking at him with a soft look in his eyes, rather than the teasing one Jon had assumed they would hold.

The warmth that it held flooded the other boy, and he flushed as a small smile accompanied it, hint of white peeking through soft lips.

Some emotion flashed on Damian’s face and he looked away, light pink tinting his skin. “L-let’s begin. This shouldn’t be that hard, it’s nearly identical to what you did last week-”

Jon tuned him out, only the sound of his voice filling his ears as his mind began to wander. It was so…so indescribably amazing how they’d gone from where they had once been to where they were now. Whatever he threw at him could be thrown right back, hot and cold, light and dark, the most cliche polar opposites…

God, what was he, a love sick teen?

Oh.

Oh, no.

“Are you paying attention?” Damian snapped him out of his mid realization. “Jonathan?”

“I uh-” Jon stood, knocking his chair over. ”Igottagotothebathroomberightback-”

He rushed out of the library, leaving a concerned and curious Damian behind to pick it up. He crashed into the empty restroom, turning on the water and splashing his face.

This was not good. Possible the biggest understatement of his life, but how else could this be described? Sure, he’d always been attracted to the other, and maybe it had grown just a little within the few months of them talking, but not a crush size.

Couldn’t be.

And if it was, he was doomed to the unrequited feelings of a trashy fanfic. This was Damian, Damian, who was a secret badass, his tutor, and most importantly, one of the only people to have beat down his advances.

God, he was so fucked.

He splashed some water on his face, looking at himself in the mirror. He shut his eyes and breathed in. This was fine. It would be fine.

He came out with a smile and an apology as if he hadn’t just run off like a frightened deer, and denied all of Damian’s attempts at concern.

He just had a crush on the closest friend he had. Like he said.

Fine.

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cherylariana · 9 days

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This is an 18+ blog, please do not interact otherwise (20+ preferred)! Will block if you don't have your age somewhere.

I don't do meetups, I like to stay real and do Me

100% Active Status. No cock and bull stories.

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peter-pan-demonium · 19 hours

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~ New Fanfic - Mean Girls - Cadina ~

Check out my completed short fic.

When Cady shows up to school in a suit, it turns Regina into a gay mess.

But Cady has no idea what effect she's having...right?

#wlw #f/f fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #enemies to lovers #mean girls #regina george #cady heron #regina x cady #cadina #mean girls 2024 #cady x regina #not my fault #gay panic

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cottoncandy-cult · 8 months

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Masterlist

Event: Twister Wonderland: Babyfication: Intro Heartslabyul Diasomnia Octavinelle Ignihyde Scarabia Savanaclaw Pomefiore

OC Stuff: Twisted Wonderland Crush Crush Crush 1 2 3

Tokyo Revengers Lilly Among Thorns

Arrival

Introduction Bonding Day Meeting Their Friends Lost Seeking Comfort Gift Giving Meeting The Gang Home Alone Adventure 1 Gang Member Babysits

Christmas

First Day Of School

Other Oneshots Raiden X Chubby! Fem Reader Shiva X Fem Reader Tattoo Artist Buddha X Fem Reader

Zack Foster x Lil Sis Reader

Zack Foster X Daughter Reader

Zack Foster X Adopted Sister Reader

Fan Levi Ackerman X Celebrity Reader

Kenpachi Zaraki X Chubby! Reader

Jiro Mochizuki X Reader

Hiruma Yoichi X Reader

Zelman Clock X Reader

Inuyasha x Priestess Reader

Sebastian Michaelis X Neko Child Reader

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Miia X Reader

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Meliodas X Neko Reader

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Sanemi x Kyojiro's little sister

Free de la hoya x reader

Hitoshi Shinsou x Cat Quirk! Reader

Saiki Kusuo x wife reader

Obito Uchiha x Reader

Mitsuhide Akechi x reader

IkeSen Caught in the name of love (Ft. Mitsuhide, Ieyasu, Motonari, and Kanetsugu)

IkeSen Sengoku Babysitting (Ft. Shingen, Kanetsugu, Motonari, Masamune, and Kenshin.)

Zack Foster BFS

First Meeting Becoming Friends His Feelings Confession First Kiss Cuddling You Get Sick He Gets Sick He Sees You Cry He Walks In On You You Walk In On Him He Hears You Sing You Get Drunk You See Him Cry He Gets Drunk You Get Hurt (Small) He Gets Hurt (Small) Showering Together You Have A Nightmare He Has A Nightmare

Movie Night

My Ao3 Books

Trend Chaser (A Fairy Tail Dragon Slayer Smut Book)

Crystal Waters (A RoR Shiva and wives x OC Book)

Life Within The Soul (Mix bag coming soon)

SMUT

Shiva X Wife! Reader

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lovesclinic · 1 year

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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 !! ꒱

ღ. requested ; yes

ღ. synopsis ; xavier is your academic rival, but when he gets sick who takes care of him?

ღ. pairing ; xavier thorpe x reader

ღ. notes ; i live for academic rivals

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Y/N thrived on pursuing her goal to be better than everyone else; perhaps this was because, no matter what was put in front of her, she could master it in the same time it took for her to sign her name. However, there were just one elusive person who managed to best her at almost every turn, constantly sending her into a state of extreme frustration.

xavier thorpe.

It has been test after test, assignment after assignment, esoteric research project after obscure test to show this seemingly faultless monster that you are better in comparison to him, yet you have consistently fallen short by a single point.

Your professor declared their team the winners of the debate as you watched fuming and glared at the towering brunette as he quickly offered his counterargument. When you heard footsteps coming your way and saw his well shined shoes approaching, you huffed while packing your bags and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

"well hey, better luck at the poe cup tonight's maybe you'll get second? again." xavier chuckled at the murderous glare that adorned your face as you watched his own smug smirk.

however, your stare down was cut short by a sneeze from the boy in question. drawing your attention to his previously forgotten red nose, stuffy, and cracking voice and his pale complexion as he placed a hand on your shoulder for balance while fighting against a coughing attack directed into the arm not holding your own.

xavier never ever got sick.

he had an excellent immune system, he ate well, was relatively active, and slept his full 8 hours.

so when he began to lose his voice, constantly sneeze and sniffle, felt dizzy and looked paler than his usual healthy shade, xavier was pissed, and ignored it, he had an annoying girl to beat, and a poe cup to win.

"uh xavier? you sound a bit.. si-"

"no! no i don't, just need some water! okay!" xavier's words were barely intelligible to you due to his continuous and brash coughing.

"you sound like a tuba xavier, go to the nurse."

that was the first and last time you ever thought he would require you to give him any sort of serious and slightly friendly advice, yet later that night he still showed up at your dorm, accompanied by that same coughing and a fever.

and slurred words, due to his choice of medicine. that being 6 shots of tequila.

"what- kind- of- hggfh- logic! is that xavier thorpe!" you spoke, with paused between so you could wack him with your pillow, as you tugged on his clammy hand to pull him to rest on your bed.

"well i thought that y'know it would work okay!" xavier was a surprisingly sensible drunk, just so sick he could barely stand.

seeing your questioning look remained, he fought his sickness to explain himself, still trying to seem smarter even with the amount of alcohol in his body, and the fever running through it.

" m'thought i could drown the sick out with drinks.. clears surface wounds s' why not internal?"

despite his current state of sickness and drunk, you couldn’t withhold the boisterous laughter from hearing his reasoning.

xavier didn’t appreciate being laughed at, eyebrows pinched, tone sharp,

“and why are you laughing at me?”

"because that's dumb."

"you're dumb."

xavier continued his insults despite you attempting to lull him to sleep in your own bed, "you're stupid,"

the insults kept flying out of his mouth,

“stupid pretty" he seemed to have changed his tune, head lolled to the side on your pillow, facing a funny angle as he dopely reacher out his lanky arm to poke his finger at your face repeatedly, muttering assorted compliments and insults.

"no hey hey hey!" xavier protested way too loudly as he saw you begin to set up sleep for yourself on the floor.

he tapped the snug spot beside him in your single bed, signalling you to join him. you sighed, knowing that fighting with xavier, drunk or sober, he always gets what he wants.

and right now he wants you.

#xavier x y/n #wednesday #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #ajax petropolus #xavier thrope x reader #xavier thrope imagine #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope fanfic #academic rivals #enemies to lovers #smart girl #wednesday x tyler #wednesday gifs #xavier thorpe gifs

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