#i wish i never learned that what i was taught wasn't the truth

[conschintz]

you are not a bad person for leaving your religion. you are not a bad person for leaving your religion. you are not a bad person for leaving your religion. you are not a bad person for leaving your religion. you are not a bad person for leaving your religion—

#coco speaks #exjw #religious trauma #i'm having a really hard time at the moment #i wish i never learned that what i was taught wasn't the truth #i would give anything to just believe again #i miss my mama #but she won't speak to me ever again #unless i get reinstated #which i just... i can't do that

[gojoscalico]

Turn Back Time || t h r e e

Summary: You were never sure when it started to fall apart but it did. 10 Years later and now you're facing him again. Will it reignite the feelings you both once had for one another? Or will you both end up walking away from each other once again?

Word Count: 1990

A/N: WARNING!! This chapter does mention graphic violence and death of an animal.

Tags: @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn

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“Y/N!” Afraid that you would burst into tears in front of not just Shoko but in front of the students who suddenly have turned their attention to the both of you, you bit your tongue. You winced in pain. The taste of blood triggers your memories of living as a corpse in your family’s basement. It was something you had always done when your mother would strike you until you were unable to stand. It became a hard habit to break. You remembered whimpering in pain. And if you had cried she would only pounce at you some more. The sudden twinge of pain from biting your tongue calms your nerves, pivoting suddenly and turning towards Shoko with a smile. The best smile you can conjure up. It was something you had been good at. Taught at a young age how to smile for the public even with a broken rib. To hide how you felt to survive. But eventually it was also something the trio was able to look past. Shoko looked at you with a pained look on her face.  “Y/N…Toru he–”

“I’m fine! Shoko I just forgot that I had to grab something from my lug–” She interrupted you with a sudden hug. Suddenly you were sixteen again and here you were struggling to survive…to breathe freely in a world that wasn't the cold dark basement you had grown familiar with. And here again a decade later was Shoko with her healing touch. You had thought that maybe moving away had helped you fight the demons inside your head but in her arms you knew that you had just silenced them for a moment and learned to live alongside them in the shadows. You had never really faced them. You dug your head deeper into her arms and the tears just flowed. “Shoko…I wish I could tell him…I wish I could just tell him everything but being a Gojo is everything to him.”  She petted your hair as she ran her hand down your back,” Shh…I know…I know… everything…” You stopped crying, lifting your head up you felt a sense of confusion, “What?” 

“When the clan called on you I was there…I heard what they said. I thought that you were going to tell us. I thought that you were gonna ask Sugu and I for help…I’m sorry that we made you feel like we weren’t safe enough to talk to when they forced you to make a choice.” You shook your head. You never thought that even once this whole decade. You stepped away from her crying into your hands. You were thinking about how much this hurt Shoko. To know the truth about everything but was unable to tell anyone. “No…Shoko…I never…I just didn’t want to…” Shoko took a step towards you to reassure you that she didn’t hate you for your choice. She never once hated you for how you handled a shitty situation chucked to you as a child. Especially not by adults who had promised to protect you. She had only wished she was able to help you more, “Maybe I can help…Tell Toru what it was that–” BOOM. 

It was an attack.

Shoko looked around with a confused look on her face. How was she okay? How did she end up outside of the pavilion that just collapsed? Then she remembered hearing you clap before the loud boom. She looked around to find a tree standing where she had been just mere seconds ago. Turning her head to where you had been standing just seconds ago she saw a huge mountain of rubble. She heard ringing in her ear from the loud noise, which left her a little disoriented . “Y/N!!” Shoko yelled at the top of her lungs, panic was distinct in her voice. In desperation she called out to Satoru and Suguru. “PLEASE ANYONE! I can’t find her!” Shoko felt the tears in her eyes. Please. She begged that you were okay. Please. She fell to the ground as she noticed your shoe right outside the mountain of rubble. She picked up the shoe to realize that it had been wet. Staring at the vivid cherry colored liquid on her hand. She panicked as she looked around for any sign of you when she saw the blood seeping through the debris. She yelled for Satoru and Suguru in desperation one more time before she started to dig through the wreck. Her fingers were bleeding after cutting herself from the sharp edges of the fallen debris. “Shoko…what are you?” She turned around to find Satoru standing over her. Suguru appeared right behind him, his eyes widening as he noticed the blood. “Y/N…she’s under here.” Shoko stated as she stared at the rubble. Satoru’s eyes widened as he took a step forward, “No…No…” Using his curse technique he lifted the rubble so easily. There he finds your body miraculously not crushed by the wrecked parts of the pavilion. Still there was blood staining your clothes. You were hurt. You gave him a weak smile. “T-Toru…I–” You coughed up some blood. Your body was at its limit. “I’ve got you princess…I always got you…” After hearing those words you released your technique. Unsure if it was muscle memory but your body knew that if you heard those words you were gonna be okay. You took one last breath in before closing your eyes. 

“Y/N! You’re too slow!” Heavily breathing you lunged at Satoru with a spear as he dodged it…again. You groaned, “Just once I want to be able to hit you just once.” Satoru laughed, “Oh come on princess, then it’s not sparring, I just become target practice.” You scoffed, “Doesn’t sound too bad especially if you keep calling me princess. You know I don’t like that nickname.” Satoru laughed at you mockingly as he kept avoiding your attacks. He watched as your cheeks just got redder as you continued. He was worried that you were going to pass out from the heat. “Okay let’s take a rest before you hurt yourself.” You groaned again as you took off the uniform jacket and fanned yourself with your sweat-soaked t-shirt. “Fine.” Satoru watched as beads of sweat dripped down from your face to your chest. The sweat soaked t-shirt practically transparent, he swiftly threw his jacket over you as he heard footsteps from behind. “Hey!” 

“Shut up!” You then suddenly hear Suguru and Shoko laughing down the hall. “No and then he…woah are you two okay?” You tilted your head confused, “What do you mean?” Suguru placed an ice cold sports drink on your cheeks, flinching letting out a little moan of pain as the cold drink touched your warm cheeks. “Ow…” Satoru watched Suguru laugh as he handed you the sports drink. He felt a tinge of jealousy as your cheeks turned even more red. “Yeah exactly, you look like you're dying of heat exhaustion. And why are you still wearing the uniform jacket?” You glanced at Satoru who was now looking down at the drink that Shoko had brought. “It helps with conditioning my body for extreme temperatures.” Shoko laughed at your remark, “All that training would be useless if you die Y/N. You have to take care of your body more.” You pouted as you ran towards Shoko hugging her, “I mean it’s not even my jacket…” You then glared at Satoru’s direction, “Someone just suddenly threw his jacket at me. When I was trying to cool down.” 

“Well I mean her…sh-shirt is...” You tilted your head unsure of why the arrogant Satoru was suddenly flustered. Then you looked down at your sweat soaked t-shirt and you noticed that your bra was seen through it. You felt the heat of your cheeks turning red in an instant as you covered your chest, “P-Perv! Toru you’re a pervert!.” 

“Huh? ME? You’re the one who just just took off their jacket in front of me. A man.” You laughed, “A man? You? Please Toru. I won’t see you as a man for as long as I live.” Pissed off, Satoru laughed, “And I will never see you as a woman, just a little girl who can barely land a punch.” With that you scurried away huffing with anger. You weren’t sure what it was about Satoru but whatever he did he pissed you off. It was his arrogance. His arrogance was based on nothing but the fact that he was a part of the Gojo clan and that he was born with those eyes. 

Satoru watched you hurry away. He chuckled because no matter how pissed off he was at you the way you moved was so cute. You were like an angry rabbit. He knew that no matter how pissed off you always get you would still bless him with that pure and innocent smile. The smile that made his heart skip a beat. “You know Satoru, if you like her you shouldn’t be so mean to her it’s not like we are still in grade school.” Satoru sighed at Suguru’s comment. “Go apologize and tell her you love her.” Satoru threw a punch at Suguru who blocked it, “Tsk. Always acting like you know everything. Shut up.”

With Suguru's advice Satoru followed you so he can apologize. He knew how hard you were working but he wanted you to catch up soon so that you could start to fight alongside him. “Hey Y/N…” Satoru stopped in his tracks as he watched you sitting on the floor looking at an injured squirrel. Typical. He figured you were going to pick it up and cry about how you wanted to take care of it. Shocked as he watched you pick it up and break its neck instantly killing it. He watched your dull expression as you held the lifeless squirrel in your hand. He flinched. It wasn’t something he expected you to do. “Hey, What are you doing?” He asked as he took the squirrel’s dead body away from you. He caught a glimpse of your eyes. It was as if you were a different person. They were hollow and dark; it was the eyes of someone who knew what they had done and meant it. Satoru pried the squirrel's body from your hands and placed it by the tree where it had probably fallen from.“Y/N! Why did you do that?” He shook you as you glared up at him. “Why? The squirrel was in pain Toru…it was gonna die anyway.” Satoru looked at her in shock. This wasn’t the Y/N he knew. But he knew for the first time he was seeing you for who you were. Cold. “You didn’t have to kill it…we could’ve nursed it back to health.” You laughed almost mockingly, “How do you know it would’ve lived? What if it suffered even more if we had let it live?” He looked at your eyes. He knew you weren’t talking about the squirrel anymore. “Weak things die…it’s how the world works Toru.”

He looked at you with a distressed look in his eyes. In this moment, he wanted you to forget the pain you were forced to bear before coming to Jujutsu. For the first time ever since he had met you he reached out his arms. He placed his hands lightly on the back of your head as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. “I’ve got you princess…I always got you…” It was as if the anxiety that blanketed over you since the day you were rescued was lifted, you felt a sudden relief. You cried as you dug your head deeper into Satoru’s arms. “Toru…I…” He looked at you, placing a hand on your chin as he lifted it, bending down a little until his lips touched yours. He knew that whoever you become he will always love you. And he will always follow you. 

#jjk angst #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jujutsu geto #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen suguru #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jujutsu shoko #jjk shoko #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo angst

[goldyeokki]

hiii i love ur writing, since ur taking reqs can i req anything sfw or nsfw bff2l with jaemin??? maybe with an angsty or unexpected confession ? thank u sm🥹❤️

HURTS 2 HATE SOMEBODY

★ WORD COUNT! ★ 4.6k words

★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ unrequited love(?); reader is implied to be in their hoe era; angst (kinda teared up a bit); alcohol mention; bff2e(?)2l; pet names (bunny, little bunny, little one, pretty); manhandling; unprotected sex; breeding; implied overstimulation; implied prey / predatory dynamics if you squint; dom / sub dynamics; dirty talking

★ MINI PLAYLIST! ★ poison (track ver.)_nct dream 𖦹 back 2 u_nct 127 𖦹 can we go back_dojaejung . . . and more!

★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ i already had an idea for this. i just needed to figure out how to start it. and then poison came out. i had a mini playlist to listen to while i was writing this, so i thought i'd share it too to perhaps enhance the reading experience. honestly, i wasn't expecting the smut but . . . as we love to say, one thing led to another and here we are! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i got a little carried away but i hope it's what you were looking for, and thank you for being patient, nonnie!

having a best friend means you’ll have a ride or die. someone who will put you in your place when you’re being irrational. someone who will text you at two in the morning because they can’t sleep and are craving some 7-eleven microwavable food. someone who will have dinner with your parents and text you to come home quickly before the food runs cold. someone who will prank your other cousins and siblings because you’re bored, and they’re just so fun to tease.

for the most part, that’s what you and na jaemin have. or should you say had?

the day you realised you had feelings for your best friend was the same day you saw him kiss another person. it was about six months ago, on a rainy spring day, at the gates that lead to the lobby of your shared apartment. he had just returned from a date he never told you about, while you were carrying a bag of groceries and your glass heart on your sleeve. you know he never saw you, and you made sure he never will—you sought refuge in a café because you didn’t have anyone you trusted enough to confide in. it’s always been jaemin.

you thought that best friends tell each other everything, but perhaps not. 

you’ve never been good at handling your feelings. everything you know, jaemin taught you, and it feels like a subtle poison that your body has learned to accept into your bloodstream. the thing is, he never taught you how to cope with unrequited feelings. it didn’t even occur to you that you never looked at anyone else but him until the day he kissed someone else, wishing that it was you instead.

eventually, you start to distance yourself from him until you’re comfortable enough to live knowing that he’s never going to look at you romantically. you still do what best friends do—hang out, eat together, send dumb memes—because you’re still living with each other to cut costs.

when he’s home, you stay out late a little longer, claiming that you’re doing some ot in the office for a new project only to come home past midnight drenched in the scent of someone else. when you’re home, you keep to yourself and you refuse to initiate contact first. one of his biggest love languages is physical touch and it pains you almost every time he gives you a hug or an affectionate kiss on your temple before he leaves for work or to thank you for something.

how can something you once thought nothing of turn into something you hate to love?

truth be told, you don’t know how much longer you can keep being around him. asking to move out would be too big of an indicator that something is wrong. you would be lying if you said that you’ve been able to keep up with your own façade. it’s been getting too exhausting to keep pretending that every little action of doting or affection from him doesn’t bother you.

you don’t even try to hide it any more. you’re avoiding him in your own home, spending extra unnecessary money that could’ve gone into your savings so you have reasons to stay outside more, coming home late at night with dishevelled clothes and someone else’s fragrance sticking to you like an unwanted yet needed second skin.

tonight is just like any other night. you’re at the door of your shared apartment with your gaze low and heavy—full of guilt over a man who wouldn’t spare a second glance at you. after taking your shoes off at the door, you press your access card and the beep that’s always been so quiet suddenly sounds like a blaring alarm lecturing you for being so stupid.

“you’re home earlier than usual.” jaemin’s voice fills your ears as soon as you step inside. your eyes that were on the ground immediately shot up to see him leaning against the wall. you’re like a deer caught in the headlights, freezing up as the door gently closes on its own behind you. thank the advancement of technology, right?

he’s not wrong. it’s only ten at night. the guy that you were about to hook up with at the bar was too similar to jaemin. from the bright smile down to the kind and charismatic personality, it was too much for you to handle. he’s hauntingly close to the actual person and you know you’ll slip up if you actually went ahead to have a one-night stand with him.

“lately, you’ve been so cold to me, y/n. i know you don’t have new projects.” he starts to slowly walk towards you when you don’t reply to him. you’re mentally screaming at yourself to say something, to tell him that you’re just a little out of it and you need some time on your own, but no words come from your throat. all you can do is stand and watch as he backs you up against the door, arms folded across his chest and a frown on his handsome face. “you come home smelling like a stranger, avoiding me, is there something you wanna tell me? i thought best friends told each other everything.”

yeah. you thought so, too.

you don’t know what’s gotten into you, really. all of the memories of him with that person—you still don’t know their name til this day—kissing, hugging, holding hands, flood your brain. how long have you been shoving your feelings deep down? everything is surging through you, shoulders trembling, and before you know it, tears are flowing down your cheeks as you stare back at him.

“whoa, wait, y/n, what’s– fuck!” jaemin immediately curses when you start to cry. his hands fly to cup your face, wiping away the hot tears with his thumb.

the warmth of his palms sinks into your skin like a warm embrace until he pulls you into his arms, rocking you side to side as he tries to calm you down. his scent engulfs you in a thick blanket of familiarity, strong arms cradling you as you tremble and sob weakly in his hold. this is it. he hasn’t held you like this in such a long time, skin against yours, deep voice telling you that it’s going to be okay, all because you knew you were going to break down like this.

“y/n–”

“i’m in love with you.” you blurt out with a croak, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. jaemin stares back at you, eyes wide with an unreadable expression on his face. you’ve made it this far, you might as well go all the way. “best friends– best friends tell each other everything, right, jaem? i’m in love with you. i saw you kiss someone, someone that i still don’t know who. i saw you kiss them, saw you– saw you hold their hand, i saw you. i fucking saw you, jaem, and i still do, and i don’t even know if i’m making any sense because i’m a little tipsy. the guy that i was about to hook up with an hour ago was too similar to you, that’s why i’m home early, jaem. i’m home early because i’d rather feel miserable at home knowing you won’t ever see me like that than be out with a stranger who’s almost a goddamn carbon copy of you. there! i said it.”

your heart is beating out of your chest, adrenaline pumping through your veins and straight to your head. you’ve completely sobered up now. you don’t know where this could lead, but you’re thinking of all the worst possible things that could happen. is he going to be disgusted with you? you don’t blame him if he does. will he want to move out? you can cope; you live in the heart of seoul and there are plenty of people who need a place or a roommate.

“i thought i was the only one.” jaemin quietly whispers. what is he saying? he wipes away the remnants of your tears with his thumbs and pushes away the locks of hair that had fallen to your face. “you’re so silly, bunny, but i think i was, too.” you still don’t understand what it is he’s trying to say because you’re too focused on the way his touch melts into you.

“what?” that’s all that you can manage, brows knitting into a confused frown.

“all this while, i was too preoccupied trying to find someone else to replace someone that’s irreplaceable.” he smiles at you so gently it makes your heart hurt. “i’m in love with you too, y/n. i’m so sorry i hurt you when i was selfishly ignoring my feelings for you. the last thing i’d ever want to do is hurt you in any way.”

“what?” you exhale, still unable to wrap what he’s just said around your head. does that mean that you’ve both been idiots this whole time? does that mean you didn’t need to go the extra mile to spend on things you don’t need to fill in the void? does that mean that all of your efforts are in vain because the man you’re in love with reciprocates your feelings?

you force yourself to lift your gaze to meet his eyes only to find him looking back at you, knowing better than anyone that you’re trying to process everything.

“y/n, can i make it up to you?”

“how do you . . .” your throat goes dry for a second, unsure of what he’s implying. “how do you want to make it up to me?”

he seems hesitant for a second. his eyes fall to your lips, lingering for a couple of beats, and then they glide back to your watery eyes. oh. the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a small guilty smile when he realises he’s been caught and you couldn’t resist the urge to let a short, quiet laugh free from your throat.

“let me prove to you that you’re the only one i want,” he begins, voice a little shaky. it’s so unlike him—he’s always been so confident and courageous. ever so slowly, he leans in to close the gap between both of your faces and bodies. he’s giving you more than enough time to push him away and tell him he’s overstepping a boundary, but you want him to break all of the boundaries that you’ve accidentally built to protect yourself from getting too hurt. one of his hands has wandered to your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze as his other caresses your cheek lovingly. he comes to a stop when his lips hover over yours, minty breath fanning against your skin. “let me prove to you that you’re the only one i need.”

“please do,” you whisper.

that’s all he needs from you to let himself go.

jaemin presses his soft lips against yours and you practically melt in his arms. he moves so sweetly and gently, as if afraid of breaking you if he went too far. you, on the other hand, are eager and greedy, but you let him set the pace first.

your hands snake up his broad chest and shoulders, feeling his muscles stiffen under your touch just as his breath hitches at the sudden contact. he directs your jaw up and pins you against the door, eliminating any space between your bodies with a muted groan. you wrap one hand around the nape of his neck while the other delves deep into his pinkish-brown locks, fingernails scratching the back of his scalp just the way you know he likes it.

it pulls a generous moan from him that you wholeheartedly swallow, taking the opportunity to slide your tongue in and taste his minty toothpaste. in a competitive retaliation to your actions, he wedges his knee between your thighs. in a stroke of luck, he bumps it against where your clit pulses in excitement and desperation. this time, you’re the one moaning.

fire burns in your body when he doesn’t remove his knee, letting you sit your needy heat on his thick thigh. the thought of riding his thigh leaves you breathless, but he doesn’t give you much room to think when he grows aggressive with his kisses.

he’s moving faster, eager as he tastes the remnants of peach soju and yakult on your tongue, tilting his head so he’s granted a deeper angle. your body moves against your will, hips rocking against his knee to relieve the ache between your thighs. he smiles against your lips and pulls away from you but he keeps his leg in the same position. you whine at the loss of contact. your mind is too hazed with lust to think of anything else but his intoxicating touch. how embarrassing it is to easily fall apart at the hands of your best friend?

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he hums to himself, taking in the view of you pathetically grinding yourself down on him. heat rushes to your face and your core, suddenly bashful from receiving all of his attention. you bite down on your bottom lip and tear your gaze away but he firmly grabs your jaw before you can look somewhere else. you know he’s strong—he works out, and he can easily manhandle you if he wants to—but only now do you see him flexing his strength on you to elicit a response from you.

jaemin leans close, and you see that look of guilt wash over his dark eyes for a second time. you want to tell him that you’re not doing this because you’re in need of a quick release, that you need him in every sense of the word, but he kisses you before you have a chance of articulating the words in your mind.

this time, it’s hot, greedy, and desperate. it turns into him bringing his feet back onto the floor and pinning you to the door yet again with his hands on your hips. you eagerly match his pace, getting on your tiptoes to meet him halfway and try to push him back in a feeble attempt to assert yourself but he doesn’t let you. his hands start to wander up and they halt at your ribs, gently massaging the area as he pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips.

“tell me to stop.” his voice is pleading, waiting to hear you say that enough is enough and he’s crossing boundaries.

“if you stop, i’m telling on you to your mom that you refuse to acce– mmh!” he shuts you up with a searing kiss, pouring all of his feelings into it, and you feel a grin forming that you can’t help but smile either.

“your room or mine?” he peels away from you, pushing away stray locks of your hair before gazing into your eyes. he looks so handsome with his hair all messy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from all of the kissing.

“does it matter?” you shoot back with a cocked eyebrow. he takes your hand in his—an action as natural as breathing—and begins to lead you away from the door. you already know it’s going to be his room.

“uh, yeah. if i’m breaking your back, i’m going to do it on a comfortable mattress.” he says as a matter of factly with a playful roll of his eyes. “and that mattress is mine, by the way. not yours.”

“i don’t think i’m going to get turned on by how comfy your bed is, jaem.” you grin at him as if your underwear isn’t soaked through and he isn’t hard as a rock through his sweatpants. you can clearly see the outline of his dick and boy, is he packing. he flicks the light switch on and you close the door behind you.

“no, but you’re getting turned on by me.” jaemin pulls you into a sweet kiss, smiling before his hands are working away at undressing you. before you even know it, you’re on his bed with nothing but your underwear on. you blink up at him all doe-eyed as he palms himself through his sweatpants, eyeing you hungrily like a predator cornering its prey. “you look so pretty, little bunny.” your cheeks burn. he’s always called you ‘bunny’ or ‘little bunny’ as a term of endearment, but this time it makes your cunt pulse and your stomach flutter at the same time.

“jaemin, are you going to fuck me or not?” your voice comes out whinier than you intend it to be but he’s enjoying every last bit of it.

“what, i can’t admire the love of my life?” he cocks an eyebrow upward and a lazy grin appears on his face. he takes off his shirt and tosses it over his shoulder. you know that he has an incredible body. you’ve seen him shirtless one too many times and you’d be a liar to say that not once have you let your thoughts wander. your eyes stay fixed on his face, following him as he gets on his knees at the edge of the bed. “such a pretty, pretty number that you’re wearing tonight, bun.” he hums, nosing at the silky, indigo fabric. perhaps once or twice you’ve pictured him in this exact position, hands firmly gripping the back of your thighs with his head between them, grinning as he looks up at you with a hungry, half-lidded gaze. nothing compares to the real thing when you can feel his hot breath fan against your pulsing core, waiting for him to do something—anything—to you.

“can’t believe you were going to wear this and fuck someone else other than me.” you’re taken aback when his voice drops an octave, practically growling against your cunt with predatory eyes. his teeth gently enclose your clit where it bulges against the fabric and you gasp as electricity crackles from the base of your spine to the back of your neck. he licks a fat stripe from your entrance up to your throbbing bud, flicking at it before he decides it’s enough games and he slides your underwear to the side to reveal your dripping, aching cunt. out of instinct, you press your thighs together but he forces them open, shooting you a look of warning and you quickly submit. “hmm, my bunny’s pretty pussy’s so pink and wet. who are you so wet for, hm?”

“onl– ah!” you gasp when he slides a finger in with no warning. you hear the soft squelch and you’re embarrassed by the sounds but your body reacts so wantonly to him. “oh– only you, jaem!” your body burns from the relief that his finger brings you, rocking in and out of your drooling cunt at a slow and steady pace.

“is that so, little one?” he hums, letting a second finger join the first. you whimper whilst nodding eagerly for him, walls clenching around the stretch of his thick digits. he curls them into a gentle hook and angles his wrist while he continues pumping them into you at a steady pace until you whine his name out. he memorises that angle, flicking his wrist faster, rubbing your g-spot and letting his heel bump against your clit. “i want to taste you, pretty, but it’ll have to wait. i need to be inside you now.”

“fuck, yes, please.” you nod eagerly but writhe when he presses a soft kiss to your clit before he withdraws himself to get rid of his boxers and sweatpants. they’re gone in one swift move, kicked away as he lubricates himself with the remnants of your slick on his fingers. you watch his heavy cock twitch in his hand, the mushroomy tip leaking precum, aching for some form of relief. “‘s not gonna fit.” you blurt out with a slight slur in your words.

“hm?” jaemin tilts his head to the side slightly, an adorable pout on his lips as he lines up his tip with your entrance. “little bunny, your body was made for me. i’ll make it fit." his words make your core throb and your heart skip a beat as he climbs over you. the mattress dips under his weight but your entire focus is on him as he comes close to you, chasing for your lips as if he couldn’t bare to spend another second without feeling you on him.

you quietly moan, melting into the kiss as you loop your arms around his neck. his cockhead pushes past your entrance and your lips part in a silent moan from the stretch, head tipping back. he takes the opportunity to whisper hushed praises into your ear, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as he slowly eases himself deeper into your pulsing cunt. your walls wrap around him like a vice, sucking him in as your mind spins from the girth that you have to accommodate.

“you’re so fucking big, jaem,” you sigh, forehead dropping against his shoulder.

“shh, shh, pretty bunny. i got you, i got you,” he bites back a groan, practically growling his words in restraint. “we’re halfway in, you’re doing so fucking well for me, baby.” halfway? if  you aren’t going to pass out then, you’re going to pass out when he’s fully inside of you. you clench down around him at the fact that he’s so big and he chuckles darkly. “should’ve known you love being overpowered, huh? pretty little bunny just wants to be prey to the big, bad, wolf.”

“jaem . . .” you whine and look away. just like earlier, he catches your jaw and forces your gaze onto him.

“you’re so good for me, bunny. so perfect for me, yeah?” he croons sweetly, kissing your forehead, and then your lips. you feel so full, and when you look down where your bodies are connected, another soft moan tumbles from you when you realise he’s buried to the hilt inside of you. “told you. your body was made for me, baby.”

you can feel his cock throb against your walls, every slow drag and push of his erection, tip effortlessly hitting your g-spot with every steady stroke. he sets a moderate pace to allow you to get used to his weight and size, showering you with praise and affection which serves to do nothing but arouse you even more.

“jaem,” you pant, gaze darting from his eyes to his lips. he hums in response to let you know that he’s listening. he wraps your legs around his hips, hand snaking between your bodies to gently roll your neglected clit in figure-eights. “want you to– can you ruin me? for everyone else? want to belong to you and only you.”

“if you say that, i won’t be able to stop myself, bunny.” he warns sternly.

“i don’t want you to.”

you know what you’re in for. you’ve heard stories and rumours about how good he is in bed but you’ve paid no attention to them. maybe you should’ve, because you vaguely remember someone claiming that he’s good, and maybe you should’ve taken that as a warning.

jaemin pulls his cock out until part of his tip pokes past your entrance. you’re about to whine in protest at the loss of contact but it immediately turns into a carnal scream of his name when he shoves his cock back into you with full force. he’s pounding into you recklessly, bruising the gummy roof of your walls until your eyes roll back, your body igniting with every electrifying thrust.

“gonna ruin this tight pussy, ‘cause it’s all fucking mine, isn’t it?” he growls into your ear, brows furrowing tightly in effort and concentration. the sound of wet skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls of his bedroom, the noises of your juices squelching in tandem that you can’t help but feel embarrassed. your fingers dig into the flesh of his biceps, forming pink half-crescents that drag into faint red lines. “shit, you’re sucking me in so goddamn tightly, bun. trying to milk me, pretty thing? fuck, you look so fucking gorgeous when i’m fucking you stupid with my cock.”

you weakly cry out his name, tears springing from the corners of your eyes as you try to formulate your thoughts—except that there’s nothing in your brain but how good he feels. you’re getting drunk and high on his cock filling you up, stretching your walls with every mind-numbing stroke.

“should’ve known you were a cockhungry bunny,” he grunts. “i would’ve done something first before someone else snatched you up, but that’s okay ‘cause—fuck—’cause you’re all mine now. isn’t that right, bunny?”

“yeah, ‘m all yours.”

“you look so goddamn unreal. crying while getting fucked stupid, i can do this all day just to see you like this, baby.”

“jaemin,” you cry out in desperation, feeling your high slowly edge closer. your walls clench around his cock, pleasure burning through your limbs as he groans against your skin.

“fuck, say my name like that again, pretty.” he pants hotly, pushing himself up to see you. you immediately comply and moan his name out only for him to plant his palms flat on either side of your head. his knees are buried firmly into the mattress. with the new angle and position, he’s able to watch you come undone, chest bouncing with every thrust. “you’re gonna make me cum before i make sure you do, fuck. you’re so dangerous.”

“i can’t– i’m gonna– jaem, please!” you don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point. a familiar warmth starts to gather at your lower belly, aching for sweet release.

“yeah? my sweet bunny’s gonna cum?” he coos. you nod your head fervently. you’d do anything to be able to cum; knowing it’s on the tip of your tongue but never quite tasting it is your personal hell. “go on, baby. make a mess on my cock for me.”

anything for you.

he reaches between your bodies to start toying with your sensitive bud yet again, and it’s the final push you need.

“jaemin!” his name falls from your lips in a high-pitched whine as your walls flutter around him, gushing as pleasure overwhelms your senses. your entire body is buzzing from the high and you mewl when he gasps out your name, pressing his lips against yours as he spills his hot seed inside of you shortly after. your brain has turned into pure mush, panting and disoriented from the hardest orgasm you’ve had yet.

he doesn’t pull out after, no. he carefully moves around until you’re both lying down on your sides, facing each other in your post-sex glory.

“so . . .” he starts, letting his voice trail. you look at him, humming to let him know that you’re listening. “can i be your boyfriend?”

is he dead serious?

“na jaemin, are you really asking me that after we poured our guts out to each other, and shortly after, you ruined my guts, and may i remind you, you’re still balls deep inside of me?”

“. . . so is that a yes or no?”

“yes, you idiot. you can be my boyfriend.” you know his mom will be ecstatic to hear the news. she’s been rooting for the both of you ever since she started to notice a slight shift in your dynamics. “you’re also making me breakfast tomorrow morning, mr boyfriend.”

“okay, but i always do.” he looks at you in slight confusion.

“i’m pretty sure i lost my ability to walk for days.”

silence falls between the both of you and a cheeky grin appears on his face.

“now i wanna fuck you til you can’t walk for weeks.”

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[angelltheninth]

I'm really interested in what Vaggie's deal is

I'm surprised that through 4 episodes the one that's still the most mysterious is Vaggie. We know a little bit about everyone else, except for Niffty, that little adorkable freak, but Vaggie? What's her deal? I mean besides being an ex-Exterminator cause a lot about her behavior and lines is just really interesting to me.

Obviously she loves Charlie and wants to make her dreams come true. But the way she worded it in the song made it seem like they shared that maybe? She said that it felt so good to be understood. So she could have been seeing the years of Exterminations and then she realized that someone, not just anyone but the Princess of Hell is like her, she shared her goals. Or it could be them both being outcasts, Charlie is pretty soft and sweet for Hell, and Vaggie might have been too fed up with taking orders to kill and started acting out of line for an Exterminator.

Given that she said the way she learned to trust is by "surviving" and her whole military talk with everyone else I think it's safe to say that her own training was brutal. There's also the fact that she threatened to hurt the Hotel gang if they didn't catch Angel Dust, and then threw everyone off the roof and into battle by force because "it was how she was taught" to trust people.

Which is pretty fucked up and even Charlie called her out on it and was surprised.

And that brings me to something else, it's possible that Charlie doesn't know that Vaggie was an Exterminator. When they're on the roof Vaggie says she's supposed to make Charlie's dream a reality, to protect her and to never fail her. That last one seemed particularly important and she follows it up with "If I can't help you what's the point of me?"

Before those words we had Charlie say "Vaggie you're not- you're not-" what? I'm assuming she meant to say a failure but then why hesitate? Maybe she wanted to say she wasn't like the rest of the Exterminators anymore? But if Charlie knew that why would she question Vaggie's way of trust exercises?

As soon as Charlie starts to try and comfort her girlfriend she stops her, which makes me think that Vaggie doesn't feel like she's worthy of Charlie unless she can prove it somehow. She doesn't even want to hear how she's making Charlie happy because in that moment she thought she was a failure. But as soon as Charlie is sad in the next episode Vaggie is ready to stay by her side until she feels better and later carries her to bed. She's willing to give comfort and love but seems very hesitant in getting it back.

It seems to go with what Husk said, Vaggie hates herself and so she judges others and doesn't trust them because her walls are constantly up. The only one she lets get to her is Charlie and even then there are barriers she still has up.

When she sings the lyrics, "When I saw your face you made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place." I think this is going back to her and Charlie's first meeting, where Vaggie went from seeing Hell as a horrible place to seeing there are those like Charlie there and that it really wasn't all bad. She fell to Hell and became a Sinner in a way, no longer there to kill but there to say, a place that she once knew now seen in a different light.

But the verse that really made me think she's actually hiding the fact that she was from Heaven is the line "There's so much that I wish I could say... I'll spend my life being your partner." At this point I'm not sure that Vaggie even fully trusts Charlie. Because why would she hide who she is from the one person who she should know won't judge her for past mistakes, whose dream it is to help people?

She needs to be sure redemption is possible, she needs to be sure that when she tells Charlie the truth that there is hope for her own redemption. No one ever ascended up but now we have at least 3 who fell, one is depressed as fuck, one has been missing for 7 years and the last hates herself and is unable to open up to her girlfriend without fear of rejection and her own failure.

None of these people seem to be in a good place right now.

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel theory

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Everyone's Fate Is Up To The Saints, Except Hers - Tolya Yul-Bataar

Prompt: “If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off her.”

Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat

This is really just a drabble but what can ya do.

Not proofread because "no beta we die like men"

Had anyone asked, Tolya would have made it very clear that he 'never doubted her for a moment', that 'her capability was easily beyond that of the task at hand' and he knew, given the opportunity, 'she would've likely taken it on alone'. But Sturmhond, in a brief moment of clear insight, had drawn the conclusion that Tolya would have been very little help carrying out his duties if his mind had been following someone out on the mission. Waiting, wondering and worrying were three things not very conducive with carrying out duties to their requirement. So Sturmhond sent the both of them. No one questioned him, everyone else because he is the captain, but Tamar because she held the same knowledge that Sturmhond had based his call on: her twin for all his openness and cheer, was not letting on quite how deep the river of his care flowed when it came to one particular crewmate.

The she in question, had picked up a pace while Tolya had been somewhat lost in his thoughts.

"Falling behind there sesh?" You ask, turning around with a wicked grin, continuing to walk in the direction you both were headed, but now watching Tolya instead of the path. Walking backwards was something you had gotten very good at with the years of sword training, if you lean to step back with balance enough times, learning to follow the pattern is easy. Yet now, it was certainly more to show off than for practical use.

"You're still not using that correctly," Tolya smiled, an abundance of laughter in his voice. His shadow was being cast by a far off light and the distance made the silhouette looking deceivingly small, compared to the reality. Tolya was just as tall as he was handsome, which is to say more so than anyone really hard the right to be.

"Well if you gave in and told me the word I am looking for," you tease, the sentence hung in the air, feeling unfinished and incomplete. But the years have taught Tolya that sometimes you spoke in half, and it was up to the one hearing the words to decide if it was their turn.

"I will not teach you words in Shu just so you can mock me," he means the words he is saying but his tone is far from mean.

"I'm not mocking you," you defend. "I'm attempting to describe you."

"Describe me in your own language," he pulls his graze away, hoping that maybe if he stops staring, you might start looking where you're going, but to no avail.

"So you'll read me poetry in a language I do not know, but you shall not teach it to me?"

"Not when I know your interest lies in different intent, if you wish to understand the poem I'll happily explain it-" he is suddenly silence by a quiet and quick whistle, a signal that stops him in his tracks.

You look on edge, looking around the dim lit street with such concentration and apprehension that Tolya notices how small it makes you look, the fear. He isn't used to seeing you look afraid.

"Sorry," you say pulling yourself back in, raning it back and composing yourself. "I didn't mean to interrupt you when it's about poetry."

"I don't take it personally," he says. "You know Tamar well enough."

"Exactly, I try to let you talk about it as much as possible when there is no one to tell you to stop," the comment is offhand and absentminded, you hadn't meant much by it. It was a truth, and you did not choose to shy from the truth often, but it wasn't something you had meant to declare in any kind of way. Yet the look in Tolya's eyes makes you run the words back, trying to find the secret of the universe, the strangely powerful compliment that had to be hidden in the words you'd spoken without a second thought.

"Thank you," he says, his voice so soft, it hits like whisper.

"There's no need, there are few ways to show someone how you matter to them, and this is mine," if you had to break it down, the moments before, the reasons that this moment unfolds, you could lay out each factor in pieces. The light being so low. The quietness being so rare that sound is a welcome visitor and therefore can lull into a false sense of security. Maybe even your own foolishness, having not turned around despite your previous scare. But if you were honest with yourself, truly honest, it was not your ego or your environment that betrayed you in this small moment. It was your heart. Had you not been searching for something tangible in the unspoken distance between the two of you, there was no way someone could have gotten close enough to place a blade into the small of your back before you reached for your weapon.

"I wouldn't try it," the blade is pushed closer as you move for the weapon, the voice is dark and quiet, but the accent isn't from around here, and there's a gruffness that shows the man's age.

"I am guessing you are exactly who we are looking for," you reply. Tolya reached for his own blade the moment the assailant had stepped out of the dark, he holds it tight and his eyes are fixed over your shoulder. "We aren't here for a fight."

"Tell that to your friend," the man replies.

"Tolya," you say calmly. Tolya is reasonable, Tolya is smart and above all Tolya knows better than most, much better than his twin, when there's not a need for a fight. But he doesn't look willing to backdown.

"Perhaps I might be more inclined to step down if you remove the blade from my friends back," Tolya says slowly.

A hand grips your shoulder tight, and the blade moves from your spine to your side. A much more defendable position, but a still a threat. "Better?" The man asks.

"If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off her.”

You watch him and your heart, against your practiced calm, races in your chest and his eyes flicker to meet yours. It dawns on you why he hasn't calmed the situation, why he is defensive and not quite like his normal self. He senses your confusion, your fear and he is not used to that in you. He isn't paying attention to the man's heartbeat or his emotions because he is still fixed on you. And that realisation makes your heart jump in a way you should know better than to let it do, and Tolya feels it. "He won't repeat himself," you tell the man, and he drops the blade to his side. "We were sent to get you, alive was the preference."

"Who sent you?" The man asks.

"Sturmhond," Tolya explains, listening to his heart now, sensing the fear, the anger, the loss. "We are here to help." Tolya's expression softens, he has been in the world and really seen enough of it to know that there's danger in the most unexpecting of places, but one of the many things about him that is never unsurprising, is how he still sees the opportunity for kindness and grace amongst them.

Sturmhond stares at the two of them and is quick to dismiss Tolya, who walks out on the deck and is soon shoulder to shoulder with Tamar.

"You seem tense brother," she muses, eager to hear what had happened.

"I shouldn't have gone," he thinks aloud. Tamar frowns.

"How did you come to that ridiculous conclusion?" She asks, pulling at a piece of the bread she is eating.

"Because it was my presence that made her vulnerable," he explains. "She was scared, I've not seen her scared before."

"Are you sure it was fear, and not anxiety?" Tamar asks nonchalantly. "Besides, Everyone's fate is up to the saints, is it not?"

"Not hers," Tolya says without pausing to think. Tamar gives him a side glance and he shoves her shoulder.

"Not hers?" Tamar echoes. "Not if you can help it."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #grisha #tolya x reader #tolya yul bataar #x reader #six of crows #tolya #imagine #prompt fic #tolya and tamar #Spotify

[bu-blegh-ost]

Hi. So, Gillion Tidestrider right?

His entire life, Gillion have followed what he called destiny, he believed in it, and he took comfort in the fact that it is all meant to happen. No matter what, everything will be right where it's supposed to be in the end. He cannot change it. Gillion was happy that he cannot affect his own life, cause his entire life he has been told, that he is a failure, that he can't ever do anything right and so he shouldn't be given any control, especially regarding the important role he carries. He was LED to believe that he should never be allowed to do anything, unless given direct orders. So of course, when after years of blind faith in the judgement of others, he is left completely without guidance, in a completely different world, he is relieved. "Thank the gods that it is all destined to be" "Thank the gods, that I can't mess this up"

Gillion's way of thinking is the result of years of being ridiculed, overworked and criticized for things impossible to achieve in his young age, crushing him steadily against expectations no one is fit to fulfill. He was reliant on destiny and fate, because Gillion was taught to be scared of himself. Scared of dreaming, wishing, hoping or exploring anything past the well-crafted form they wanted him to fit into, because everything outside of it was seen as a "mistake."

In time, Gillion learned of different perspectives and ways to exist in the world. He saw people living so many different lives and interpreting thier own place in the world, changing thier fates for the better and searching for happiness far greater than a simple satisfaction of a job well-done. And tho he tried to uphold his carefully crafted image, he grew to crave the same thing for himself. He craved freedom from destiny, and he craved to see himself for the first time fully, and truly feel what lies beneath his own mask, that they enforced upon him. He didn't expect to find something so utterly broken behind.

For Gillion, I feel like, the realization of being wronged and hurt came with a bang. It came out of nowhere and left him defenseless with no way to prepare for the blow. And when he finally learned the truth of his upbringing, the tiny part of himself that he managed to discover became his only foothold, cause everything else came crushing down all at once. And now Gillion doesn't fear himself. He fears the fact that he isn't himself, that he'll never truly be himself ever again, cause he lost most of his life believing to be something that he wasn't. He doesn't fear himself, he fears there is nothing left for him to be. He doesn't fear himself, but he does fear destiny. Because if the past is lost, and the future is already written, then Gillion was never anything to begin with. And now that he wants to be someone, anyone at all that's real, he fears that it's too late.

#jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi #gillion jrwi #gillion tidestrider #jrwi spoilers #jrwi ep 110 spoilers #i still think abt this one guys #i will never stop #this hiatus has nothing on me

[teecupangel]

I wish to bless you with this mental image of aunty des with nephew shay and liam. Very unorganized but eh

Des's new life was simple, as simple as it could be if she were honest. She's spooked her brother a few times, not on purpose, of course. But now with a six year old boy under her feet she's definitely gotten a dose of her own medicine whenever she turns around to see just him and his friend liam, who was now an unspoken member of her newfound brood. Blinking des looked at shay with a raised brow "I didn't hear you or liam" she says taking note of their excited-proud-mildly embarrassed body language as shay gave a smile that made her heart melt right to her soul and leak from her very pores.

"Just like you taught us!"

It was official, des adored her nephew. Isu be damned if anything happened to the small ray of light that life blessed her with, she swore she was partially retired but in truth she was a liar and she knew it. She knew half of shay's story, that he became a traitor of the brotherhood and hunted them to near extinction here in the colonies yet a part of her always- always felt she had a half truth, a fae lie. Seeing shay as he was now and raising him, she knew Achilles and his assassin's were at fault somehow and the fate shay and subsequently liam had due to them would be avoided if she had anything to do or say about it.

Grinning in return, she ruffled his hair lovingly as she gave liam a pat on the head before resting her hands on their shoulders. "And I'm very proud you took what i taught you, the both of you to heart." The pride in her voice wasn't hard to miss, it never was.

"Now, do you two wanna try something i was making? It's sweet and i personally think you'll love it"

Originally, the woman would've cursed the isu and their machines for bringing her back, but now? Des was happy and loved her newfound family, so small blessings she concluded. Small blessings.

Part of the Desmond gets reborn as Shay’s aunt idea

Aawww. This is so sweet.

If I may suggest that the reason why Desmond learned of Shay’s betrayal is because of a memory of Ratonhnhaké:ton and Achilles talking.

A small memory that remained in Desmond’s mind because it was the last conversation Ratonhnhaké:ton had with Achilles.

Achilles warned Ratonhnhaké:ton the pitfalls of being a mentor, how it was a lonely place to be, with no one beside you to support you.

Desmond could feel the grief and the guilt in Achilles’ words.

No.

Ratonhnhaké:ton could feel what Achilles wasn’t directly saying.

It was a warning.

He was trying to make sure Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t make the mistakes he made.

And Desmond right now?

She’ll make sure Achilles doesn’t make a similar mistake this time.

Even if it means dragging him off the mentor role by undermining his authority.

#aunty des #des just being a good aunt to shay and liam #desmond doesn’t want to be the colonial brotherhood mentor #but she’s gonna keep an eye on them #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #fic idea: assassin's creed #other people's fics #shay cormac

[ladycamillewrites]

Against the odds

Chapter eight - Good and Bad News

word count: 3,1k

warnings: 18+ language, angst, light injury, smutty memories, mentions of pregnancy, heartbreak, Nate - he's a whole warning himself

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“Ouch!“ It blurted out of you, blood began to emit from the hot spot on your lower shin. “Fuck, why me?“ Hysterically you hoisted the silk of your white Prada dress, desperately trying to avoid the small wound to leak on your designer piece. You didn’t even know how much it was worth.

“Darling! Oh god, are you alright?“ it blurted out of your partner, strong arms snaking around your waist to help you in the black limousine. “Anyone a tissue or something?“

“Tom, please. It’s just a little cut“ you tried to calm your boyfriend who was frantically rummaging in the side compartments of your car desperate to find something to stop the bleeding with. “No, y/n. It’s not okay. We don’t even know how deep it goes“ he murmured, a relieved sigh escaping his face spent from all the smiling, as he finally detected a pack of handkerchiefs. "And it's dirty".

“Oh fuuuuck“ you cursed through gritted teeth, the soft fabric burning like fire on your torn flesh. Maybe the concerned Brit was right and a proper stitch up wouldn’t be that bad. You hated hospitals plus you weren’t even in your home country what didn’t enhance the simmering anxiety level.

“Henry, to the St Thomas’ Hospital please“ 

“Darling, I’ll get home real quick and get you some comfy clothes, okay?“ Tom hummed as you were brought to the ER to see a doctor. A soft kiss and a small “It’ll be alright, I promise“ later the tall Brit disappeared in the wicked hallway of London’s hospital. You certainly wouldn’t mind some other clothes since the dress was tight as hell even though it wasn't on the first fitting.

Anyway, you still didn’t want to stain it. Even if you had the money to simply replace it, your mother always taught you to not be lavish.

“Alright, Ms Hemsworth. Looks like the cut is quite deep. I would like to do an MRI scan and some blood tests to make sure that there’s no further damage“ the young doctor explained after taking a look at your cut and testing your ankle’s flexibility. It looked good to you but you weren’t a professional at all so it was alright. As long as Tom would return soon with your favorite jogging pants a t-shirt of his…

“Do what’s necessary, doc“ you smiled at her before the woman took a step closer, a blush creeping up on her tired looking cheeks. “I know that's inappropriate but erm… can I get an autograph maybe?“ She stammered, her hand diving in the pocket of her white coat to pull out a pen and a notebook.

“I learned to surf during my last vacation in Portugal and the instructor showed me a video of you and…“ 

“Of course!“ you chirped, marinating in the newfound comfort. “It’s been a while someone talked to me about surfing“. You began reminiscing about the good old days where a bad tide was your only problem.

Tom was wonderful and nobody had ever made you any happier yet you felt like you were destroying his career instead. To be honest it wasn’t your fault but the media and all those deadly half-truths they mercilessly spread about your persona. It became tiring and even Tom was starting to suffer from your ex and the tattletales of tabloids. 

“Your savior is here“ Tom panted, tearing the door open, his athletic body basically hanging on the door handle as he presented you the trousers you wished for.

He ran here? Your heart just melted. “A nurse will get you in two or three minutes“ the doctor noted, weaving past Tom and grinning like a Cheshire Cat from your lovely autograph with, of course, a special dedication.

“Thanks, Loki. You’re a true hero“ you giggled leaning over to indulge in a loving kiss, Tom’s special cologne still lingering on the dress shirt. Those spontaneous lines he peppered in your daily life were something you learned to love. Those innuendos never failed to make you giggle with joy at how deeply Tom was intertwined with the characters he put his whole heart in.

It was more than fascinating and sometimes in the bedroom things got even more special.

The blue joggers felt perfect and the hoodie Tom had brought you kept your quivering figure warm. It wasn’t that cold in London today however, the pouring rain elicited goosebumps on your whole body as soon as you took a peak through the dark curtains. Honestly, you preferred to have water rippling beneath you instead of it falling from the sky and emitting from angry looking grey clouds. 

“Ms Hemsworth, please follow me“ a nurse suddenly interrupted the nearly improper make-out session, nerves sizzled in depressed frustration as you had to pull away from those velvet lips you couldn’t get enough of.

“Get yourself something to eat, Tommy“ you began, a few growls of his stomachs had betrayed him earlier. “Please“. Reluctantly, the tall blonde nodded leaving the examination room to head towards the cafeteria. 

The MRI was something utterly familiar to you. Surfing could be a cruel sport to do. A bruised spine or squashed ribs weren’t too rare alongside twisted ankles. And since it was only about your leg, the procedure wasn’t straining at all. Luckily, your head was far away from the tight tube so claustrophobia didn’t bother you. 

Back in the examination room, a nurse was taping your slightly sorrow calf muscle, causing you to whine a little from time to time. Such an unnecessary bullshit you cursed internally, after today’s gala went by quite uneventful, whereas your definition of uneventful changed to a maximum occurrence of three negative comments or unabashed question. 

Three.

But what really boggled your mind was that Tom had to endure most of tonight's sassy criticism.

It made your blood boil while that fake smile had to be flawless for all those nosy cameras. It was tragic and perhaps a note of self-destruction but you felt like you were a stumbling block to your lover's bright career. A breathing obstacle that was slowly but steadily destroying his reputation as Britain's golden boy.

And it hurt. It hurt like hell to be the sweet poison in Tom's morning tea he drank so willingly, so blind for the fucked up truth. 

“Ms Hemsworth?“ the lovely doctor's voice echoed across the room. “Good news; the muscle is mostly unharmed and the cut will be fully healed after about two to three weeks” she smiled, watching you sigh with relief.

But then, suddenly, her expression went from 'telling the good news' mode to worrying deeply. Was something wrong with you blood work?

But last time you went to your annual check up everything was fine... 

The woman approached you with lazy steps that expressed the foggy whirlwind in her mind. She was young, not as experienced as the other doctors in the ER so it was her first time delivering such kind of news to a completely unaware and naive woman. 

“I suppose you didn’t know you were pregnant?” She eventually asked, voice dropped to a low, careful pitch trying hard not to startle you to death. But shock wasn’t your first reaction, no, it was denial. Sweet, torturous denial like you always applied. Your relationship with Nate going downhill so much earlier than your actual breakup was traumatic testament to that. You could have parted form him months before the breakup and it would have been far from unjust.

“Pardon me, I’m what?” 

“The special hormone hCG is significantly high what clearly indicates pregnancy” the doctor explained still ever as careful and restrained but the message was clear as a lonely night. 

“This can’t be... Wha- How can I?” You stammered, cheeks pumping crimson red as you began to chew your nails, searching your memory for anything what could explain or proof this very unrealistic finding.

And then it hit you like an 18-wheeler truck on a straight highway…

“Darling? Should I-“ Tom panted in between heavy kisses, his angry hips already bucking up against your crotch. 

One of your palms pressed flush against the backseat window while your other hand was ranking through your lover’s golden curls. “No, it’ll be fine, Tom“ you whined battling the friction of his bare erection teetering between your parted legs as you straddled his lap. He smelled so musky, so masculine and it got you heady.

 The runtime of the film you watched on the cinema date was longer than expected, leaving no time for you lust-drunken lovebirds to wait until you reached Tom’s bedroom. His car had to suffice and luckily, the backseat area was broad enough for your shins to part around his and rest on the black leather. 

Passionate whispers and lewd growls filled the blacked out car to the hilt as the windows began to fog up from labored breaths. With a strangled cry of “Thomas“ you sank down, allowing the fire of pleasure to burn you from the core. 

This was the time he got you pregnant. One fucking time without protection and the wonder you’ve been running after for a tiring long time with Nate just happened. Out of nowhere.

It was terrific, frightening you to the bones whereas it was beautiful and intense at the same time.

But no matter how or when or what, this baby existed and making sure he or she was okay was inevitable now. There was plenty of time to cry about the breach in your emotional dam later. And to tell Tom.

Maybe, you should after all, right?

“Ho-how far along am I?” your voice was nothing more than a dying whisper, your painted nails frantically clicking on the sterile countertop. The baby was Tom’s without a single doubt, luckily, but you simply needed to know whether it was this small, deemed inconsequential accident that really grew a new life in your belly.

“Approximately ten weeks so the first trimester is almost already over” she smiled softly, wrapping the shocking news in glossy gift paper that said ‘yay look how far you’ve come'.

But little did she knew this child was more than just unplanned and unrecognized until now. It was a wonder to you after tryin for a baby with Nate for a tiring and depressingly long time. Without success.

And now that you’ve found the love of your love it should’ve just magically clicked?

This was hardly an explanation to your shattered mind. Sounded like a cheap plot point borrowed from a bad romcom.

As the coy woman applied the cold ultrasound probe on your not pregnant looking belly you twitched from the unfamiliar feeling. “Is it healthy?“ Your own voice sounded distant to you as if a blacked out curtain was separating your body and soul in a state of excerption.

Nothing truly felt real.

“Oh, yes! Everything seems just fine“ she began, skilled eyes trailing the screen and quick fingers taking first measurements for your records. A relived sigh escaped your sore throat while your fucked up mind just hoped for Tom to stay wherever he was right now.

Perhaps it was tragically wrong but you needed some time to process this on your own before you could feel ready to tell the love of your life you had never talked with about having kids, that he was going to be father in ridiculous six to seven months.

Gosh, how the hell could you have been pregnant for ten weeks without knowing or jumping up on any hints. It felt so bizarre.

After begging her to keep shut about it whereas she subjected to the obligation of silence anyway you stuffed the anti-inflammatory gel for your wound in your bag and said a hurried goodbye.

This day would be the young doctor's most special one for a very long time, you were sure about it. But for you this day has been a life changing roller coaster ride in uncharted, deep waters. 

But for now you needed a few days to cope…

“My darling, are you sure you’re feeling alright?“ Tom’s caring voice embraced you in a soothing hug that vanished as soon as you thought about the reason for your shy behavior. It had been a long week since the fateful visit at the hospital but your emotional chaos was far from tidied up. 

Too far.

Quite the contrary, it was ignited by numerous tabloid articles and posts saying how you weren’t the right partner for Tom and how you were supposedly bad for his career. The Moralizer wasn’t even released yet nevertheless, the voices got loud already. Nate got your life fucked up and you just didn’t possess the strength to do away with all this bullshit.

It crawled under your skin like a scalpel but it shouldn't. You were helpless.

You just huffed, hiding your spent face in the crook of your lover's neck, one hand resting on your belly where his child was growing.

Still unbeknownst to the hot Brit who would sell his entire life to be with you. At least that’s hoe he felt while you were manipulated and corrupted by the all the crude comments.

“Just tired, Tommy”. You were starting to believe that this was bad for Thomas and his life. That you were bad for him.

“Hmm” the soft hum hit your bones nudging your sensitive heart that was overwhelmed by pregnancy hormones and the crushing pressure on your delicate shoulders. You would love nothing more than to tell him but would he really be happy? Maybe they were right and this whole thing was a fling, a mere spark until he found someone else. 

“Then let’s head home, shall we?” the gentle smile put his pearl white teeth in full display as his strong arm wrapped around your waist. Your face twitched in undefinable emotions as Tom’s big hand brushed your lower belly.

If he only knew… would he speak to him or her? Would he stroke your hardly visible bump? 

A tired nod rolled your neck, every muscle felt sore and used whereas it was all in your head. It was just in your head and on multiple covers of tabloids or all around instagram and twitter. Reality was harsh on you while your lover tried his utmost best to comfort you with his deeds of love. 

You loved Tom more than anything.

Another man in your life was a sheer impossibility because he would never meet the gold standards your handsome Brit had set with such elegance. When you closed your eyes you could see him flashing those suggestive glances at you when he supposed you weren’t looking that turned to hungry eyes worshipping every inch of your body while you howled his name out to the moon.

A journey full of beauty and upbringing of broken hearts.

“I love you Thomas. So much” the whisper was nearly audible yet it felt most natural and right. 'Love' and your partner’s name were two words as deeply intertwined as sky and blue. The way his velvet lips curled in a sheepish smile before he kissed you with hollowed cheeks putting the sharp bone structure on full display.

He was perfection; on the inside as well as on the outside and in every possible angle. 

And you were the one to destroy the paradisiac image that was Thomas William Hiddleston. Hell would break loose if they only knew about your pregnancy. Especially after the heated drama with Nate and all his indiscreet comments on the reason for your rather sudden breakup.

Needless to mention the quarrel about you being pregnant after a ridiculous half a year of officially being a couple. 

Tears were teetering on the brink of running free as you scrolled through your phone in the middle of the night. Baby Hiddles had taken your sleep away once again, your hormones totally deranging your sleep schedule. It began to be exhausting but needless to say, you were totally lucky to have experienced such a calm first trimester. 

Such a totally uneventful one that lead you to find out by accident.

Then, your jaw clenched nervously as a notification from instagram popped up during your good old nightly session of HayDay. Someone sold a damn tape for only 100 coins, an item you were in desperate need of however, your cheeky finger tapped on the message. 

< Nate Thompson officially pitying Tom Hiddleston for his relationship with Y/n Hemsworth; “if I was him I’d pack stuff and run as long as she hasn’t already destroyed my reputation“ >

“Oh, he did not” you breathed, hot tears were battling their way through your eyelids while the cheeks they brushed turned cherry red from unchained guilt feelings.

It was good old Nate who was just mindlessly trying to keep you in a wicked cage but the effect his comment had on your already damaged conscience was massive. Like a thunder striking a pile of dry wood. It was bursting up in flames. Just like that.

A frantically quivering hand found Tom’s steadily breathing chest, your fingertips graying the valleys of his skin. He was precious and utterly talented, a true gift to the world of acting and movie lovers.

The Brit shouldn’t be made a living target. Not one of your kind.

You couldn’t beat this syndrome of yours being contagious after all but Nate was right. It had already infected Tom and he should back off as long as there wasn’t too much negative criticism about the charmingly smiling man. 

You were the problem, so you were going to solve it, you decided internally, fingers clenching tighter around the cold phone. Small sobs and whimpers were muffled by Tom’s black duvet as shaky fingers booked the last free seat in business class from London to Australia. 

Elsa promptly texted you that it was perfectly fine if you visited them for a few weeks so you slipped out of the king sized bed you shared so many memories of pure passion and deep devotion with. By chance, you got in the first flight tomorrow making you have to leave for the airport when Tom must be still asleep. 

Cruel, you were well aware, but talking to him was something you couldn’t bear. Your heart would just burst into even smaller fragments if you truly had to face him and tell the man who treated you like a queen that you were bad for him. That you were leaving only because of the sake of his own career.

Never you could posses the strength to break a heart so cherished so a piece of paper and a pen had to suffice.

Dear Tom,

I am heartbroken to tell you that while you’re reading this I’m on my way back to Australia. All those comments, headlines and posts about us were too much for me to bear and not only Nate attacking you now instead of me is something I cannot live with. Never would I wish to be the cause of your dream to end so please carry on, Thomas. I won’t be standing in your way anymore… 

Love, y/n

The paper was draped on Tom’s nightstand as the first rays of sun tickled his bare skin, a white rose was placed right across the bloody lines. The drawers of his wardrobe were open… and painfully empty while your suitcase had disappeared from his subtle closet.

You were gone alongside your most important things. And what he still didn’t knew; his child.

It left him on his knees, a painful, deep cry echoed though the modern apartment sounding like a lonely wolf emitting his very last howl.

Your small sobs and whimpers were already thousands of kilometers away, carrying the weight of having broken not only one but two hearts at once. And you hated the thought of having shattered Tom’s who had given everything to put yours together again. 

You felt awful but you needed some distance. Otherwise it would devour you relentlessly. 

Liam: I’m just boarding my 🛩️ right now. I promise I will be there when you arrive, Arielle. Love you😘

Y/n: Thanks, I really miss you 💙

a/n: sorry guys for breaking your heart :( But I promise it's gonna be good soon enough! They deserve an happy ending don't they haha

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#against the odds #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #hiddleston fic #twh #18+ #tom hiddleston x female reader

[yanderes-galore]

Hi! I saw your requests are open sooo here’s mine:

Romantic yandere Karai (2012 tmnt) with prompts 1 and 16!!

I really like your fan fics! Thanks in advance!!

Time to write more about girls 😎 Also, thank you! I'm happy you enjoy them :) This is based on my Karai concept which takes place around pre-mutant Karai. Aged up as usual.

Yandere! Karai (2012) Prompts 1 + 16

Pairing: Romantic

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this weapon closer to your back...."

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Threats, Kidnapping, Forced relationship, Intimidation, Manipulation.

It was originally an interrogation. A chance to find out just how involved you were with the turtles. Turns out, deep down, maybe it was more to Karai than she thought.

"Drop your weapon."

Karai's order is quick and demanding. She was not asking you to obey, she was telling you. She grips her sword harshly when you instead take a combative stance.

This was annoying... but fun.

"Fine then. You asked for it."

A fight soon ensues, getting the kunoichi's blood pumping. You had some skills... yet it was nothing compared to hers. Her sword clashes with your weapon, a glare in her eyes.

Your disobedience is enticing... part of her likes this. It's a shame it has to end with her hitting your weapon just right. She grins when it falls from your hands, allowing her to kick you over and point her sword at your back.

Pitiful, she thinks, but cute.

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this sword closer to your back...."

She watches you struggling, quickly putting a foot to your back in an attempt to make you submit. You have eluded her for too long now. For reasons she can both explain, yet cannot.

The first reason she tracked you was obvious. She had seen you close to another target, April O'Neil. Based on your mediocre fighting skills, she felt she was right in thinking you're related to the turtles somehow.

The other reason...? She was still trying to figure that out. She thought you were... stunning in a way? Such thoughts confuse her.

She has never had time to crush on someone. If this is what that is... she is a bit intimidated by it. She's concerned about the intensity of her emotions towards this one person.

You make her heart beat, she feels herself get excited when you are in her view. Her chasing you was not only her job... but a hobby. This had been going on for what felt like forever.

Now she had you right where she wanted you.

"This will be rather simple. I ask a question... you answer."

She presses the sword closer, warning you to get the point.

"Is that understood?"

"... yes."

Your voice is so unsure and soft. Your words are a gentle whisper that flows through her ears. Her face heats up under her mask, distracting her momentarily.

"Good. Then let's start. How close are you with April O'Neil?"

You're not dating, are you?

"We're friends."

"Alright. Let's cut to the chase. Who taught you those skills of yours?"

There's no way you learned that on your own.

"I took self-defense classes."

"Why?"

"For situations like this...." You deadpan. She presses her foot into your back harsher.

"Good thinking. Unfortunate you can't compete with a ninja. Who'd you learn from?"

You're silent... jackpot.

"Don't play dumb with me, you know the turtles."

She feels you tense. She likes your loyalty... she just wishes it was towards her.

"If you be honest with me... I'll be honest with you."

"... I know them a little."

"Is that honest?"

"Yes."

She accepts the answer for now. Truth is, this wasn't entirely an interrogation. It was also her confession.

"Alright... then let me be honest with you."

She leans forward, taking the sword off your back a little. She turns your face towards her... her eyes stare into you.

"I've had my eye on you for awhile... you have no idea how distracted you make me."

Your eyes widen.

"I don't even know who you are..."

"You'll learn..." She removes her mask and smiles at you. "You'll learn with time and be loyal to my cause. Call me Karai... I already know you as (Y/N)."

"How do you know me already!?"

"A kunoichi has her ways."

Karai hums, gesturing to her fellow foot soldiers to get into position.

"Others in your position would've been dead by now."

You shiver again.

"But... you caught my eye, as much as I hate to admit it."

She turns you over, holding your face. Your beauty captivates her.... Perhaps she really does love you.

"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."

She sighs, caressing your cheeks.

"That's how loyal I could be to you if you listen to me."

"What makes you think I'd be loyal to you?"

Karai puts on a strained grin. Of course... she should've known you wouldn't change your mind so easily. Oh well....

"They'll keep you in check until you are."

She points to her following soldiers, pulling you up to her height and standing you by her.

"If you fight me anymore... Shredder hears of it."

That seemed to shut you down. Karai pulls you closer, an arm around your shoulder.

"So while you may not be loyal to me now..."

She pushes you towards her soldiers, who quickly bind your hands.

"You'll learn it the longer you're with the foot clan, my dear."

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere karai

[figuringitoutasigoalong]

You ever feel like you're entering a season of preparation? Like, that a decision has been made, and things are being taken care of, but now you have to prepare?

Although I don't make it as obvious on here, I'm not quiet about the fact that I am a Christian. If you're friends with me, you know it. What most people don't know is that the past few years I've felt a disconnect and growing distance. Don't get me wrong, my faith never floundered! But it was like I was wrapped in something that made it hard to see and hard to move, like some sort of shroud.

At first I attributed it to grief over mother's death. Then I chalked it up to stress at work. Then I thought it was the loss of my job. It affected me enough that both my father and sister started to question if I was depressed, which, yeah, maybe I was, a little.

But in truth, while all of the above were factors for sure, at the crux of it, the main problem was, I had let myself slip in my walk with Christ. I went to church. I went to Sunday School. I sang on praise team, taught missions in VBS, showed up for things. But I wasn't connected.

A few weeks ago, I took a break from the internet. For a week, I stayed away, and focused, instead, on my relationship with God. It was a fast of sorts, where instead of thinking about God every time I was hungry, I thought about him every time I went to open Discord, or thought about mindlessly scrolling tumblr. It was honestly a very good thing for me, in so, so many ways, and it helped me reconnect. While I'm still struggling some, it made a big difference.

Last night at church, we prayed for our mission partners. Some are new churches. Some are groups. Some are just people. But during that a clear thought from my heart came across. "I wish I could do that." The moment the thought came across, so clear and articulated, I knew it was true, and it had been for a long time.

Mama always knew that one of us--my sister or me--would be a missionary of some sort. That hadn't seemed to have happened. But if I've learned anything, it's that things don't always happen when we think they should.

I have a very high loyalty to my family. I have always looked out for them, helped to take care of them, felt it was my duty to take care of my family. I've helped raise my little sister. I've been a caregiver for my mother for years at a time. I worry about leaving Dad alone.

None of my jobs have ever worked out long-term. I'm always let go or forced to resign at some point. I work, and I work hard, but I can't seem to keep a job, which is frustrating.

Today, as I was doing my prayer time, I focused for a moment on what my heart had articulated. "I wish I could do that." And that's when it occurred to me.

My sister is married with a family, and wonderful in-laws. She's taken care of.

Mom died three years ago. She's with Christ. She's taken care of.

Dad is dating a great woman, and wants to marry her. He's taken care of.

I'm not locked into a job, like I would have been, if I was still at the school and had gotten tenure.

I'm not married, I have no family of my own, and I'm not even dating.

By all accounts, I have no duties or obligations anymore that hold me in place. Yeah, I'm about to start a new job on the 8th, but it's not the same as a carrier. I'm not tied to it in the same way. Everything that would tie me down, that would keep me in place is taken care of. And this job just fell in my lap.

I don't think everything is ready yet, for whatever is coming. I think that maybe this is all a step. But God is taking care of the things that tie me down, making sure they're cared for. And He's giving me what I need for the moment. I think that I'm entering into a time of preparation. Preparation for what? I'm not sure. Something with missions. How long will I be in preparation? I don't know. Could be a day, could be a decade. I'll find out.

But I think I'm being prepared for something. And it's scary. But it's good. I just need to stay aware, and keep moving forward.

And yes, the fact that I'm realizing this during Passion Week, right before Good Friday, just before Easter, a time of dedication, change, renewal, and celebration, is not lost on me.

But God knows I enjoy some good symbolism, lol!

#Katie's strange life #faith #this is definitely something ngl

[luxxtuxx]

How about a Hobie x reader fic where they get snowed in so they hang out and then the power goes out, reader is afraid of the dark/is cold so Hobie comforts reader and hugs them to keep them warm

Okay, Thank you for this anon!! AS YOU WISH ✨✨

Cuddles And Cocoa for My Babe

Growing up wasn't the best for Y/N or their siblings, due to them being raised by a single dad in a shitty area, Y/N learned to deal with what they had...but without comfort, anxiety is left to linger and foster over the years. They never told Hobie about such anxiety, he was so fearless, they never even considered telling him about a little anxiety over the cold and the dark would surely make him think less of them.....

Hobie and Y/N lived together in a cheap flat. It wasn't the greatest but they made it work. Y/n quietly listened to the radio as Hobie was still asleep, "Beware of power outages they might just happen today, Weather Man mike daniels take it away" the spokesperson says before a man with a thick British accent spoke, he warned that the storm was set to hit in a few hours and that its best if people start charging their phones filling tubs with water so they can flush the toilet and start blocking up window that might have a crack. Hobie was still in bed snoring, Y/N couldn't wake him up. "be brave Y/N" Was all they muttered to themself as they bundled up a lot and left the apartment to get the needed lists. About an hour later, they came inside and shredded from the 4 different hoodies and snow coats they had worn. Luckily Hobie was still in bed and the lights were still on. They made food they knew lasted well in a storm, one was rice because it could last up to 4 days. The other stuff they had were just to calm the anxiety of the possible storm. After cooking and prep-ing low-waste meals that could last a long time, they go into the spare bedroom and pull out the old gas stove and a gas canister just in case. Hobie walks into the kitchen in his PJs and yawns "Babe, what all this?" he asked confused pointing to all the storm prep. "there might be a blizzard running into town and knocking out our power" They say as calmly as they can muster. Hobie hugged them tight, a little too tight. "let me get this straight" he huffs "There is a blizzard warning" They nod "You don't tell me" They nod again "You go out into the streets with said blizzard warning" another nod "Just to get food, water, and activities" they shrug "yeah, I was being helpful." Hobie sighs "I really need to teach you the difference between helpful and stupid" For another hour it's fine until CLICK and everything turns off. they were in the kitchen when it happened, Hobie was in the bedroom getting changed. all they could let out was a shaky "HoBiE" They sunk to the floor curling up. He rushed to them, using a flashlight to find them. it was clear they were scared "Hey it's okay babes. I'm right here. we are gonna be okay?" Hobie decided to use the battery-powered fairy lights to make a nice place to relax. All day he held them on his back so then they weren't scared. He struggled with the mini-camp stove but made them some nice cocoa. "drink up, it'll help keep you warm." he held him in his lap nice and warm while drinking their cocoa. bonus time~~~~ By the power turned back on, they were asleep because they had a busy day and were sleepy. They had made a fort and played about every board game in the apartment, Y/N taught Hobie how to make kandi bracelets, and hobie taught Y/N some guitar. Then before they went to sleep Y/N told hobie the truth about their anxiety. They had fallen asleep to hobie promising never to think less of them because of anxiety.

#hobie x y/n #hobie headcanons #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spiderpunk #fluff #cuddles

[nuoyipeach]

Five Senses - Part Two

Chapter Three

Sighing, Seulgi took a minute to calm herself before she could speak, wanting to make sure he understood everything.

"The revolt against your dad, the king or whatever he is, it wasn't just for no reason." she started to say. "Quite frankly I'd like to say this to every one of your family, but I guess I'll tell you first."

Taeyong stood quiet and ushered her to sit on the bed as he did the same. She complied, but kept a sudden distance before speaking again.

Taeyong wasn't even hurt when she called his father stupid or useless. He was hurt that he didn't even know any of this, that they were taught wrong, brainwashed about the past. He never had a liking for his father for what he does, none of them did, but he never knew it could have been worse. He couldn't even say anything and sat still unable to think of a response, which only annoyed Seulgi even more. She got up and picked up her bag, but Taeyong quickly grabbed her hand.

"Your dad has many mistresses doesn't he? Well, did you know how he got them?" Taeyong shook his head. "All those years ago, the revolution wasn't started by some vampires for fun. They were started by the people who wanted him to stop his ordeal with mistresses, his unfaithfulness. And it was started by my parents. Your stupid father had picked specific women to take, my mum being one of them while she was pregnant with me! My dad hid us in the human world while he fought for us with others who tried to protect their loved ones just as much. But instead, your dad exiled them all to never be found, and I ended up growing up without a father. I don't even know where he is. My mum has been regretful ever since, wishing we just ran away together instead of fighting against your useless father!"

"Where are yo-"

"I'm going back home. I don't care how much we love each other, I can't stand being in the same building as your father, let alone be soulmates to one of his children."

Before Taeyong could say another word, Seulgi vanished, teleporting back to her house in the human world. He could teleport to the same place, but he knew better than that. He knew that for the time being she would need some space and decided to leave her be.

"Why did you lie!?!" he cut off his father. "Why did you lie to me, to the people, to the your own children!?! Why are you such a disgusting person!?!"

Instead he paced around his own room, grunting every few minutes and tugging his hair. Of course he was mad, not at her, but at their father. Unable to hold it on, he stormed into their father's room, where the elder man sat simply doing nothing.

"Taeyong you know better than crashi-"

"Taeyong what is this about?"

"Our textbooks, our history, our teachers, you, you're all liars! We learn about that revolt against you as nothing more than people who hated you. But they had a right to hate you, they had a right to want to dethrone you!"

"Lee Taeyong what is the meaning of this?" Taeyong turned around to see his mother walk in. She was a great mother, not just to him but all, and I mean all, of the siblings. She saw everyone as if her own and became friends with the so called mistresses as they raised their children together. Of course the women left at some point as they were sent off from the palace, but their children being half royalty had to stay, and Taeyong's mother made deep promises to keep them safe and healthy, and grow up well. "Why are you yelling at your father?"

"I have every right to do so mum, and you have every right to be on my side here!"

The lady's eyes quivered. "What do you mean?"

"I met my soulmate. But she left me all because of dad and his greed! You knew that having all those women was wrong, yet you stayed quiet. Now I know."

"What do you know?" his mother asked, voice shaking as she could tell the truth was known.

"Watch your mouth Lee Taeyong!"

"Now I know how he got those women. We were taught that every one of us have a soulmate fixed. But you!" he turned pointing to his father. "You kidnapped them from their families and tortured their soulmates, you disgusting piece of shit!"

"You watch your mouth!" he cut off his father. By now some of his siblings and servants were at the door, watching as the crown prince fought the king. "You don't deserve to be king, you don't even deserve to be royalty! How could you abuse the power the people trusted us with all for fun? You're doing nothing but tearing up our family! First with Yuta, then Joohyun, now me. If it wasn't for the fact that killing one kills their soulmate, I would be putting a stake through your heart right now!"

Before he could continue, two people ran in grabbing either of his arms. Both Yuta and Hendery did their best to drag him out, not wanting this fight to continue knowing that both their father and brother had terrible consequences when angry. They might just kill half of the population while at each others necks.

"You will regret this Taeyong! You are crown prince, behave like so!"

"I'd rather kill myself!"

Before he could speak anymore, Sunny grabbed the three boys & teleported them to the private living room, where the two pushed him down onto the couch.

+++

#nct #nct 127 #red velvet #kpop fanfic #nctvelvet #fluff #lee taeyong #kang seulgi #seulyong #vampire au #nct fic #red velvet fanfic #angst

[elexuscal]

Learning to use the dish washer

I never had dish washer growing up.

They weren't very common in my city/country, was the thing. We lived in five different apartment/houses, and none of them had one.

And then even when I went to college, my dorms of course didn't have em. And neither did the three other places I rented.

When I moved back home post-university, even though my family had a new apartment, still no dish washer. And then I went back to do more studies, and yep, no automated dish washer.

It's not like I minded. At first I found the food-against-my-skin element of cooking really gross, textually, but I gradually got over it. It became the pain in the way any chore was; just frustratingly time-consuming and repetative.

Then I moved into a place that did have a dishwasher. And with two roommates, we could even fill it. Woohooo!

Yeah, we used it the first time and it flooded our place.

We asked our landlord to fix it. A couple of weeks later, he did. Except not really, because it flooded again. After some dragging his feet, he replaced the washing machine wholesale...

... and it still didn't really work. Like, it didn't fill the kitchen with an inch of suddy water, but it made these awful grinding noises and the dishes didn't exactly come out any cleaner than they went in.

My roommates and I shrugged. Moved on. Wasn't worth the hassle. We'd been washing dishes by hand all our life, whatever.

I moved again. And once again, there was a dishwasher.

Part of the reason I never used it was that my roommate was a very strict vegetarian, and would not use any cutlery, plates, or cookware that touched meat. He had an entirely different sink than my. My second roommate seemingly existed purely on take-out, only making himself a bowl of instant ramen every month or so. So we just didn't have enough to fill the dishwasher.

But that's only part of the reason. The truth was, I didn't even bother trying this time. It hadn't worked at the last place, and I sub-conciously figured it wouldn't work now.

Even when I got a new roommate, who wasn't vegetarian, and suddenly we had way more dishes. He actually enjoyed washing them, anyway! What was the point?

Well, the point is, even if your roommate likes a chore, doesn't mean you should exclusively have them do it all the time (or at least, not for a routine one like this.) Plus, he's away like half the week. So sometimes there'd be dishes, and someone would have to clean them, and that person was me.

And one day-- during a particularly busy period, where I was working long hours and balancing personal commitments, and wishing I could spend my spare time on literally anything else-- I went:

Why am I not using the dish washer?

I gave myself reasons. It might not work, I didn't have the right soap, surely I could handle some plates and forks??

Those weren't very good reasons.

So, yeah. I loaded the dishwasher. And low and behold... IT WORKS.

If I have just a plate or two, or some cutlery, or the big cooking pans and pots, I still wash those by hand. But once or twice a week, I now fire up the dish washer. And it saves me so much time. (Not to mention spoons, in both the literal and metaphorical sense.)

And I guess my point of all this is... Sometimes we get used to doing things in one way, the harder way. Maybe that was the only way we were taught, maybe we think we should be able to handle it, maybe we tried something different in the past and it backfired. But it's worth revisiting it, experimenting, seeing if there's an easier way, and taking an unnecessary load off your shoulders.

Are there any dish washers in your life you're not using?

#rambles #mental health

[gay-otlc]

Roisin's Reading Rumble: Round 2

@camelspit @arson-anarchy-death

Brant playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2esYP1SdGXt54qMk9AgH9I?si=969c4f77e25b4493

Lyric explanations under cut

House On Fire by Rise Against

I thought that we would build this together But everything I touch just seems to break

From the time Brant and Jolie were young, and met in a pet store, they were in love. They expected to have a future together, and desperately wanted to be on each other's match lists against the odds. Even when they were labeled a bad match, they were planning a wedding. Clearly, they planned to build a life together.

However, Brant's rage at the system that hurt him, and at Jolie for choosing the Black Swan over the Neverseen, led to him destroying her and the future they'd planned.

So I'll just hold you like a hand grenade You touch me like a razor blade I wish there was some other way right now, oh oh Like a house on fire we're up in flames I'd burn here if that's what it takes To let you know I won't let go of you, oh oh

Even though Brant killed Jolie, he loved her to the end. In their case, they had a literal house on fire- the fire that Brant set after his fight with Jolie. However, this works in a metaphorical sense as well. The two of them were a bad match in a world that hated bad matches, and two people on opposite sides of a war. Their love was doomed, and it was inevitable that it would go up in flames, but they tried regardless, right up until they couldn't.

As Brant killed Jolie, despite his anger with her, he stayed by her side. He refused to let go of her, staying in the fire and suffering severe burns.

How is it a thing That we just wanna hurt each other I'm waiting out the rain 'Cause life is gonna rain forever Someday you will learn That all I ever did was for you And I would do it all again I would do it all again

The tragedy of their story is that Jolie loved and trusted Brant, and he hurt her. He killed her. Still, he never stopped loving her. Violent as his actions may have been, he did them because he loved Jolie, in his own misguided way. Joining the Neverseen, trying to burn down the system that hurt them- that was for Jolie. After he killed her, he continued to work with the Neverseen. He regretted killing her, but he didn't regret doing whatever it took to fight for a life together.

Freak Like Me by Transviolet

'Is there anybody out there? Hello can you hear me? Or am I just screaming to the void? I'm not looking for a savior I just need somebody Telling me I'm not in this alone

Ever since he manifested, Brant has been demonized by the Lost Cities for being a Pyrokinetic. The world called him a monster, even before he did anything wrong. He felt alone and scared, with an ability he didn't know how to control and a world that would hate him if they knew the truth.

This is where Fintan comes in. Brant felt rejected by everyone, or knew he would be rejected if they found out he was a pyrokinetic. However, Fintan helped to mentor Brant, taught him to control his ability, and showed him that he wasn't alone. Even though Fintan hurt a lot of people, and encouraged Brant to hurt people by joining the Neverseen, he was the only person to know what Brant was and still treat him with kindness.

Is there anybody out there? Are you a freak like me? Getting kicked out somewhere Are you a freak like me?

Fintan got kicked off of the Council after pyrokinesis was made illegal, and Brant was abandoned by his parents after he manifested. Even his parents, who were meant to love him unconditionally, treated him like a freak for his ability. Brant felt alone and rejected, but Fintan was there for him; another "freak," willing to support him when no one else would.

You don't gotta walk that way alone Fuck this place We don't gotta go back there

Once Brant has Fintan on his side, and is no longer alone, the two of them work together to fight back against the world that treated them like freaks. Instead of accepting the way they're treated and assimilating into the Lost Cities, denying who they are and their craving for fire, they say "fuck this place" and join with the Neverseen, trying to destroy the system that hurt them.

Duality by Set It Off

I can't quite contain or explain my evil ways Or explain why I'm not sane All I can say is this is your warning

The Lost Cities labeled Brant as evil, a criminal, simply on the basis of his ability. They labeled him a monster, and he could do nothing to make them view his otherwise, so he chose to become the monster they called him. His actions took a toll on his sanity; his mind didn't break from the guilt, but he was described as not quite stable. Because of the way the Lost Cities harmed him, he chose to harm them back.

I have a confession that you will not believe That you could not perceive this freak, gonna set it off I have a confession, of a side that I hide

For a long time, Brant had to hide his ability, and had to hide who he was. Eventually, he grew tired of hiding and lived openly as a pyrokinetic. Let them call him a freak; he wasn't going to deny himself anymore.

I am good, I am evil I am solace, I am chaos I am human, and that's all I've ever wanted to be

At the start of his journey, Brant was a good person. As a child, he reached out to Jolie and agreed to share the pet he desperately wanted, sacrificing some of his time with it. He cared about her deeply, trying to make her happy and sending her love letters when they were separated.

Despite how good he was at the start, his rage at being rejected by the world took over eventually, and he became evil. He killed the love of his life, joined the Neverseen, kidnapped and tortured Sophie. He provided solace for Jolie, when they were younger, but he also brought chaos and destruction to the Lost Cities.

All he wanted was to be treated as equal. The Lost Cities treated him as not quite a human elf because of who he was. He was denied the education he wanted, denied the right to marry the person he loved. When he was still just a child who wanted to be worthy of the treatment everyone else got, the world dehumanized (de-elvinized?) him.

#absolutely no judging my music taste. my music taste is great fuck you #roisin's reading rumble #brant redacted

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Final Day of our Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage Month Featured Author Interviews, continuing with Ze Hai Lu!

Ze Hai Lu, one of authors of Chronicles of Tal’Dun: The Remainder

(VN)

This is a story of two magi, Vyn and Ilar, who find themselves trapped in a collapsing tower with their only hope for salvation being a difficult ritual. Or at least that is what Ilar tells you. The thing is - you don’t remember anything, and Ilar’s story makes less and less sense the closer you are to the ritual. Are they hiding things to protect you from the bitter truth, or are they deceiving you for some more nefarious reason?

Guide Vyn’s actions to death and beyond and uncover Ilar’s truth. Are they your colleague, lover or something completely different? Read between the lines of what they are telling you, explore your surroundings for clues and use hands-on deduction to break the viscious circle and set them free.

Read more about Chronicles of Tal’Dun: The Remainder here. Play the Game on Steam or Itch. Tags: Fantasy, Mystery.

[INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!]

Q1. Hello! Could you tell us a little bit about to yourself and your project?

Chronicles of Tal'dun: The Remainder is a dark fantasy mystery game. I made it because I really wished that more games existed that focused on story, characters, mystery and surprises. My partner and I made it together, we learned how to write, produce music, script, and design in the process of making this game

I was a game artist for several years before this. I've always played casually with building stories and worlds, but never made a complete project until now.

I used to feel like I wasn't ready to create a compelling story, and was waiting until I became ready to start creating one, but making the Remainder has taught me that I'm ready when I decide I am.

Q2. What inspired your current project?

Games: Dark Souls, Hades, Dragon Age

Writers: Lois McMaster Bujold, Joe Abercrombie, Robert Anton Wilson

Film: Miyazaki

Q3. Do you pull from your own identity for inspiration? How has that been reflected in your work?

I've moved every few years for most of my life, from several provinces in China, to Canada, to Germany, to America, to Croatia. I shifted through many worldviews, atheism, agnosticism, buddhism, christianity, agnosticism, sufism, liberalism, conservatism, anarchism, and more. I played with changing my body and my mind, and I never settled on one thing and said 'I am this'. I guess you could say I had a fluid identity. I think that's why the Remainder's story has a lot to do with change, and its characters are very diverse and weird. They're non-binary, they're non human, they anything but normal. Normal is a concept, an illusion. 

I've also dabbled in a few different spiritual practices and philosophies, and had a number of mind-altering experiences. A near-death experience, heroic doses of psychedelics, ayahuasca ceremonies, and deep meditative states. I borrow liberally from these to enrich the world and the story. The most inspiring one to me is Buddhism and its marks are all over the world and culture.

Q4. What are you most excited about your project?

I really enjoy the fact that since only two people work on the game, and we have no obligations to investors or publishers, we're free to experiment on many unconventional mechanics, subjedt matters, and storytelling techniques. We ended up with a story unlike any other I've read.

Q5. What has your experience writing an IF and with the IF community been like?

We didn’t know what to expect at first, but we're positively surprised at how helpful and friendly people have been. 

Q6. What changes in the IF community would you like to see?

We're relatively new to the community but we either got very lucky or the community is just very supportive and nice. We have no complaints at all.

Q7. What piece of advice would you give to fellow creators?

I've heard a few people express a desire to write a story but struggle with some sort of inhibitions that stop them from doing so. I hope they will give it a shot in spite of these fears. Even if it doesn't turn out perfectly at first, improvements will come. So long as you put down one word after another, you'll get better. There is no perfect, but all you need is good enough.

Not everyone will like your work, not everyone will care, but that's OK, the world is so big and filled with so many people that you will find those who will love it, and they will make it worthwhile. 

#if: events #Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage Month #API 2022

[ducknotinarow]

2k7 Casey Summer - #

| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including

"I dunno if I 'ike the idea of 'his? But I guess i'll play along but the second ya laugh 'hats it!"

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone        

'Old Man' / '❤️Dad🏒'

"I switch it sometimes, mostly to annoy Dad, if 'm showin' 'im somethin' on my phone where his name will show I always switch it to old man. Cause he 'ikes to say he ain't old and 'hats he cool. Both are wrong, he is old and lame." She smiles a little "Okay okay he's kind of cool but I ain't tellin' 'im 'hat. I siad it once an' he won't let me live it down. I dunno I jus' 'ike teasin' Dad. I guess I got 'hat habit from Pops? he also teases Dad a lot. More 'han I do? But Dad dose it too, think it's just how we show love? Hazing each other 'ike Dad wanting to embrass me all the time be messing with my hair an' callin' all the names but my own at school and practice."

                     

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

[Image description] It's a photo of Casey, with their now family dog Cooper, Summer snapped it when Casey was clearly playing with the dog at the time. The pup happily Licking Casey's face as he pet their head.

"Ya it ain't hard to be a Daddy's girl when ya only got dad's but I sort always seen it 'ike i'm Dad's buddy. Since we talk 'bout hockey all the time. We lovingly yell at each other. Dad hypes me up before games and such. We like to annoy Pop's together by ganging up on him. 'ike in our group chats I dunno how many times we made pop's remove himself from them. Between Dad's need to text every one line of thought and my emoji's yeah the chats a mess." She smiles softly "and 'ight now? dad's havin' a tough time dealin' with Grandma's death. I can sort get it. Grandma was kind of all he really had afta all. Be 'ike if I lost my Dads. I'd be a mess too. I know he tryin' to act 'ike he ain't a mess but he's a mess. Been a mess Pops an' I see it we talk 'bout it. I 'hink Pop's is tryin' his best to let Dad be a mess because he needs to be allowed but I don' 'hink Dad was lettin' himself be one much either. I dunno what happened but Dad seem more willin' to be down but losin' Grandma. And yeah he still sad but he ain't 'ike acttin' 'ike he can't be. So it's nice seeing Dad able to just breath and feel. Especially since we got Cooper now even if Pop's gotta share Dad even more now."

"Sides..I jus' want Dad to not worry 'bout all us so much. An' learn to take care of himself too. Even if i give 'im things to worry 'bout"

                   

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                            

"I'll Always be you Baby" by Natalie Grant

You taught me how me to walk and how to dream

God gave me your eyes

But it was you who showed me how to see

Now I can stand on my own

But I know you'll never let go

Im butting if a second here I had to do this bit cause Summer had Blue eyes like Casey and Casey always insists Summer was given to them by an angle ;3; sooo yes ;3; when summer gets married this is the song she has play when she dose her dance with Casey. She do a different one with raph cause fuck everyone shes getting two father daughter dances ;3;

"I look up to Dad a lot in truth. Dad's my Hero if I had to pick an' I got lotta school junk to prove it too. Dad looks out and helps everyone. Dad ain't got much but a hockey stick but never stopped him. His Dad wasn't a good guy either but...Dad learned to over come 'hat and Loves Pops wit' all he got. Be full mush with me too. An' well even though Dad don' always 'ike 'hat i'm growin' up? I'll all be his baby. I know I can always count on Dad. I may go to him later 'han he 'ikes but I dunno I just know I can no matter what. If so dick breaks my heart and I don' tell him for months. I can still cry over it later. If I make a mistake I can fess up to him no matter what. I don' 'hink Dad sees how much I do trust him...I wish I was betta 'bout openin' up sooner. If I were a betta Daughter maybe I would. Hell if I were betta I wouldn' get into the shit I do uh? I wouldn' make 'em worry so much afta' all."

 - my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] DAAAAAAD!

[text] Dad I forgot my 🏒 hockey gear! Please can you bring it to 🏫 school

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[Text] Dad imma go to the lair afta school I wanna show Ari something

[Text] Dad imma hang out with Uncle Mikey

[Text] Dad imma be with Uncle Leo

[Text] Dad im gonna be with auntie April

(I feel you can understand what this stream of texts mean. Feel loke she tells him all the time where she going)

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[Text] imagie of Raph past out on the couch with cooper. The pair actually snagged up together sharing the small space despite how much if it Raphs shell can take

[Text] I found ya 🐕 , and 🐢 ❤️

[Text] I think pops🥤 fine with the 🐕

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[Text] hey sooo uh I think I have a date? 😵

[Text] do not come out with the 🏒 stick u_u

#muse| summer jones #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ watch me shine watch me grow -aflockoffeathers] #phone contact meme #meme answers #ic reply #stay queued