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hellgirlthings · 6 months

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“Hands on your knees ‘m angelina jolie”

“C’mon baby, get down on your knees like a good girl” Eddie coos, hand cradling your jaw as his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, subconsciously parting your lips so that he can place his thick thumb flat on your tongue. Kneeling in front of him in between his legs as he sits on the edge of his squeaky mattress, located in the barely lit room of his trailer. Either hand placed on his knees, teasingly trailing up his thighs as he sighs loudly at the touch, breathing getting heavier.

Your fingers tug at his belt loops, attempting to bite back a sly smile that’s threatening to break out on your lips. Fingers travel to the button of his faded black skinny jeans, slowly undoing them.

He groans in frustration, grabbing your face by the cheeks, squishing them together to form a prominent pout on your lips. “Think you’re funny, huh? Stop fucking around and get my cock out” He spat, forcefully dropping your face from his hold. It really shouldn’t turn you on as much as it did, but either way it has you quickly tugging on his jeans, wiggling his boxers with them until his cock springs out, thick and red slapping against his stomach. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft and bulbous head make the heat pooling around your stomach even more intense, squirming underneath his intense gaze as your thighs clench. You hear him hiss as his cock gets freed, his breathing so loud it’s the only thing you can hear apart from your own. Spitting in your hand, you press your palm on the base of his dick, eliciting a deep moan from the back of his throat as you drag your hand upwards, spreading your spit along his shaft before swiping at the precum on his slit, dragging it downwards in a teasing motion to smother it all over his cock. Both of his hands find their way to your hair, where his fingers weave in between to hold it in a makeshift ponytail, giving every ounce of self restraint to not push your head down his cock and make you gag until tears streak down your cheeks, smuding your mascara.

Big, glossy eyes look up at him as your mouth on him and swirl your tongue around his head- drawing out a soft moan from you that travels down his dick, his grip on your hair tightening as he bites his lips. “Always s-so *fuck* good for me, hm? Like having my dick in your mouth?” He says through gritted teeth, composure quickly crumbling as you swipe your tongue up and down him, taking him in as much as your throat allows it without provoking a gag.

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untoldstar · 1 year

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Yandere! fan x public figure fem reader

warning: yandere themes, NSFW, (kinda intense?) obsessive behavior, stalking

A smile crept up onto his face as soon as he heard his phone notification, a new post! what has him so giddy is it’s from you~ and he makes sure to consume every bit of new content you put out, wether it’s a new post or story on instagram showing the book you were reading that week as well as the song you listened to while reading that he’d later on have on repeat while thinking of you, he also loves your random tiktok and tweets he finds what you decide to post when boredom gets to you so adorable and amusing.

Though, what he loves most is your streams and your youtube videos, he’s always the first to click on it, like, send out his praise to you and try to support you however he can, his eyes staring at you fondly through the screen and a grin stretching on his face even when you aren’t saying anything funny, it might look insane to other people, the way he looked while watching your videos but they can’t pass judgment, they can’t blame him he was just so happy seeing you even if you were only on his screen and even with how deluded it might seem for him to say this, he loves you so much he dedicated a lot of his time to learning every bit of information about your life you were willing to put on the internet, and of course, he did his own personal digging on you, he felt pride in the fact he knows so much about you, he was your #1 dedicated fan so when you finally acknowledged him as that he was elated, euphoric even, although a bit exaggerated since you still didn’t know just how much he was dedicated to you but you still knew he existed!kind of..

He had been the first to comment on your new video (as always) and a few minutes later he heard his phone chime again ‘..another post that quickly?’ he wasted no time to see what you posted but what he saw made him actually stop breathing for a few seconds

you..replied to him! you actually replied to him

He could hear his heart thumping in his chest and his face heated up, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal he only commented a few encouraging words and you were sweet enough to reply to him for the first time but..he was just so happy he immediately replied back fully knowing that was the end of that interaction, yet he wasn’t disappointed he still had an interaction with you as brief as it was.

Later that night you posted a picture of you in a short skirt and he..just couldn’t take it. he couldn’t handle how irresistible you looked in that short skirt and knee high socks yet somehow managed to look so innocent in that adorable sweater you matched with it, the picture was in your bedroom and he could see your unmade sheets in the back and an open book laid on top of them carelessly, you were so damn cute.

But..why did you post this today? why did you post this after the brief little interaction between the two of you, did you notice him more then you let on?

He was definitely deluding himself at that point and he was aware of it but he simply didn’t care, he allowed himself to sink into that fantasy, so he kept staring at your picture for so long imagining all kinds of scenarios with you, how life would be with you, he imagined you dedicating those posts to him, imagined you putting on that skirt and posting a picture of it only because you knew he would see it and jerk off to it, he’d imagine he was there with you in that room to kiss you and finally know how you taste, he’d caress every inch of your skin and worship you, he’s so gentle but when he’s finally fucking you into the mattress with your skirt and knee high socks still on he can’t help but be a little more aggressive, you’d look so pretty like that, he imagines, skin flushed, lips swollen, your body writhing, your tits bouncing up with every thrust, he’d push up your skirt a little and he’d see what would push him off the edge, your pussy swollen and glistening, your clit pushed out begging to be touched, the wet sounds you’d make every time he pushed in deep, you’d take him so well.

That night he came to the thought of you with his head falling back, his hips still thrusting into his hand while he lets out groans and whispers of your name over and over again, his hand that held the phone with picture still on it laid limp on his side. even if he was ready to doze off after that he couldn’t, he had to make sure you weren’t posting anything for the rest of the night so he doesn’t potentially miss anything you post while he’s sleeping, he’s your fan after all and he has to keep up with you.

#fem reader #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #fanfic #yandere fanfiction #i wrote this at 3am #yandere! fan #obsessive yandere

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bittersnsweetz · 3 months

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feeling normal about krisnix in this chilli's tonight

Kristoph gavin who never expresses vulnerability, who is always so calculating and so good at hiding himself and playing into the facade hes crafted, who hasn't felt genuine happiness for as long as he can remember (and he has a pretty good memory), feeling personally and emotionally affected by someone and that someone is phoenix wright

he has never dedicated himself to being in control of someone's life as much as he has with this man, and that's shown by just how long he draws everything out, how long he stays phoenix's "friend", how attached he becomes to the feeling of winning, of having the upper hand. you could argue that klavier was his greatest triumph, and you wouldnt necessarily be wrong. but i would argue that with the fact that i definitely think kristoph gets bored of how easy it is to have klavier under his heel. it becomes child's play, so much so that it's no longer rewarding. but phoenix is a completely different story because he's unpredictable, because he's much more vigilant about that kind of thing, much more fun to make squirm

it consumes him without him even realising. he never even entertains the idea that he needs phoenix to satisfy him (both in the physical and psychological sense) because needing someone is equivalent to admitting that you're weak or useless on your own and kristoph gavin can never accept that as fact. he can never be honest with himself because thats not something he's capable of

he doesnt take into consideration just how much that what he does, he's doing FOR the approval of others, it doesn't matter if it's genuine to him or not because he sure as hell doesnt know what that looks or feels like. to be respected, to be given what he deserves, to be constantly above anyone and everyone else because thats an insatiable need for him as a person with a simultaneous inferiority AND god complex (as well as a number of potential personality disorders)

he needs to know that he's in control of the situations and people around him. and hes paranoid about the reality of not having that and being reduced to something lesser. unworthy. which is why he's always so careful, so meticulous about everything, to protect that ideology

phoenix to kristoph is this anomaly that he can't define, and he's too afraid of the unfamiliarity of exploring anything remotely foreign i.e his, ugh, FEELINGS about him and what that would imply to ever try. so he convinces himself that it's all about control and its all about personal satisfaction, and while that definitely is true, there's a deeper intricacy that he continuously denies

and its not until phoenix's "betrayal" that that really cements in kristoph's brain. the fact that he's affected by it. that he feels something more intense than simple anger at being foiled

hes afraid of phoenix being able to see through him because he's gotten close so many times. and the only power kristoph has over him after his sentence is the fact that phoenix has never truly understood him, not completely, but it's a personal affliction that he's managed to come close.

kristoph knows that phoenix knows something's up but he has to toe that line of. being the kristoph that phoenix recognises while also making sure he stays in line, and its difficult. especially when phoenix himself learns how to hide better

he knows in a way that phoenix already has him, but he also knows that its not something that phoenix could safely or reliably reveal now or he would have done so sooner. and thats the only solace he gets in knowing that the one-sided trust has been completely shattered, which forces him to actually start exercising his own vigilance in lieu

but he knows that up until shit hits the fan theyre going to keep what toxic situationship they have going. because kristoph isnt letting phoenix go for obvious reasons and phoenix isnt letting go either, and they both have such an intense grip on each other, playing with each other's fears and paranoia, testing each other's limits, attempting to get the other to slip first

and kristoph knows that phoenix is determined. and that he wont stop at anything until he's given kristoph the punishment he believes he deserves. i dont think he knows how much he's unconsciously tapping into phoenix's personal trauma, which is why he ends up underestimating how far he's willing to drag kristoph down

there is something so interesting about how their relationship develops over time

how they both take turns being the pawn in the other's game

how the reality of the situation changes virtually nothing because at that point they've become so ingrained in each other

obviously its the worst for phoenix. he sees miles in kristoph in the worst way and despite his better judgement he still feels the need to try to save him from damnation, even when its futile. thats just how his mind works. he sees the little human things that kristoph does and obviously he's not a complete apathetic dick, so he sympathises

its not as simple or as black and white as dahlia was

dahlia for one literally only used phoenix as a scapegoat. its obvious that she never truly felt anything romantic towards him, and she's much more clear cut in terms of her motivation being purely out of selfish desires to protect herself, which is something phoenix understands. with kristoph though, he goes out of his way to present himself to phoenix as someone he can trust first instead of completely lovebombing him, he builds up their relationship in a way that's slow and gradual to have the highest chance of success and to really get inside phoenix's head.

and i refuse to believe that kristoph wanted to spend any more than a year with him to get what he needed. the fact that he continues keeping in contact with him instead of outright killing him during the 7 year gap which is not at all beyond his capabilities, is a testament to how much he needed phoenix around. and not in the sense that it was vital for his revenge plot which we still dont even know if he has planned at the time. and kristoph is manipulative and cunning out of fear, so this isnt something he thought through step-by-step

phoenix is the only person kristoph HAS. and obviously he hates him, he believes phoenix took something that was rightfully his, and phoenix wright of all people being the one to do it (someone known for his bluffing in court, his chance techniques, his complete inadequacy during court proceedings and yet he STILL manages to get the win time and time again) is just the biggest slap to the wrist

but phoenix is also the only person who kristoph learns he can parry with. and maybe just a little he starts almost enjoying the way they hate each other. how much theyre able to get under each other's skin. which is something phoenix undoubtedly recognises and absolutely uses to his advantage

its because phoenix is able to elicit such a visceral negative emotion from him in a way that nobody else can, that kristoph gets attached. that hes able to elicit anything that causes kristoph mental distress at all. its not that he WANTS it to happen, but moreso that it implies he's getting under phoenix's skin too. and we know how much kristoph loves attention

whereas with dahlia, she didnt have a personal vendetta against phoenix, he was just collateral

and that changes things because shes very obviously just a person with villainous intent who took advantage of phoenix's more naive nature, whereas kristoph took advantage of his position as someone who desperately needed a friend. and that changes things. that directly plays with phoenix's ability to trust those who extend unconditional kindness to him

it means that kristoph becomes this fucked up amalgamation of an in-between. this limbo state between dahlia and miles, in phoenix's head. neither one nor the other, but a secret third thing. it makes phoenix believe that he can somehow help him like he helped miles, becoming blinded by their characteristic parallels, while also recognising that he's being manipulated

and phoenix WANTS to see the best in kristoph. he wants to know that hes human so that maybe it makes things easier. maybe hes just hurt. maybe he's getting defensive because he's going through something else. maybe he wants to be a good person but doesnt know how. he doesnt have to be another dahlia.

phoenix's unrelenting saviour complex and denial over being manipulated by someone like dahlia again, mixed in with kristoph's absolute debilitating abhorrence for being pitied or sympathised with in any way, and how that just ends up spiralling them down further and further

the complete opposite nature of the two of them, foils if you will, phoenix having so many regrets about the situation and kristoph harbouring none

phoenix never truly being able to understand him like he could with dahlia, because he becomes attuned so much with kristoph's humanity, the limbo, how he operates, the uncertainty of whether or not it was all an act, that kristoph never meant the things he said, that the moments of vulnerability, the split seconds that phoenix saw being crafted just to manipulate him (he KNOWS its not true) continues to eat away at him long after the events unfold.

kristoph never opting to give him any sort of closure because that would mean compromising himself and that's something he can never do willingly, and that being the only thing he has over phoenix's head now, the one thing he can pettily hold on to in spite of everything phoenix has managed to do to him. the last bit of control he has left

yeah im normal. why do you ask?

#ace attorney #aa4 #kristoph gavin #phoenix wright #krisnix #the most toxic yuri ive seen in my life #but also tragic? if you squint #i wrote this at 3am

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luighseach · 6 months

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Steve being so touch starved that he needs to touch Billy all the time, needs to feel him close. He will hold his hand whenever possible, or graze their fingers together if they are in public. When they are at his place watching movies, he will grab Billy's arm and put it around his shoulders, Steve cuddling up to him. After sex, they will also cuddle, and Steve doesn’t care about who is the big spoon and the little spoon (Steve makes them switch anyway depending on the day) as long as they are holding onto each other.

At the beginning, Billy was always tense. Whenever he felt Steve's touch, his entire body would freeze up, shoulders and back rigid. He wasn't accustomed to a soft, loving touch. He only knew the touch of a fist, the feel of a foot kicking him… He only knew pain. All his life he had kept people away, always at a distance. He would sleep around, and only during sex he allowed touch. Until Steve… Steve with his soulful brown eyes… Steve with a heart of gold.

Little by little, Billy starts to get used to the soft touches and caresses. He finds himself searching for them… looking for them. And soon enough, he starts to initiate the touches.

There are bad days when his mind takes him to a dark place, and he can't handle anyone touching him. Steve understands and respects those days, giving him his space, but also letting him know that he is there for him always.

But after those days go away, Billy will happily welcome Steve into his arms, or will let himself be held in Steve’s arms, feeling safe, happy and loved.

#i wrote this at 3am #extremely sleepy but unable to sleep because of the storm outside #so this probably sucks and it must have been done several times before #but wth... why not share it?!?#harringrove

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sylwritesstuff · 9 months

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“Well, if it isn't the Supreme Archangel.” Disdain dripped. “To what do I owe the pleasure of such an honourable visit?”

Look at me.

The sunglasses were dark. Impenetrably dark. So much so that Aziraphale was reminded of 2500 B.C. again, of demanding the demon look him in the eye and tell him he wanted to kill children.

The demon had and he'd lied well. He needed to lie well. It was safer for him that way, both before and most definitely after, their Arrangement. Ever since Crowley had lit Job's first house ablaze and Aziraphale's panic had simmered into something he hadn't felt since the first of God's Grace had touched him - trust (as simple, as terrifying, as awful, as glorious as that) - he had been able to see right through those lenses.

He couldn't see through them now.

(He hadn't been able to see through them at the bookshop those last few precious moments they'd shared together.)

He watched the demon Crowley finish examining his wine label. He watched him pour a glass. He poured exactly the right amount. No more or less than a well trained sommelier might.

(Crowley had lost control of so much. Aziraphale knew he could control this, however. How much he poured. And how many glasses.)

A second glass didn't appear.

A second glass was not filled.

Crowley picked the single glass up and looked in his direction. The glasses were so dark.

Look at me.

The glass moved, an impatient gesture that sent the wine rolling along the edges like the sea disturbed by the Kraken. (Great big bugger.) “Well?”

Aziraphale knew every line on that face and every inflection of that tone. This was so tightly controlled that Aziraphale couldn't help but think of a snake coiled and poised to strike any threat to his nest. (Peaceful, fragile existence. Aziraphale hadn't known how fragile.)

“The Second Coming-”

“Don't care.”

It was a lie. His throat worked as he swallowed wine.

Crowley cared.

Crowley had always cared.

“I'm not going to do the dance-”

“Didn't ask you to.”

“-and I'm sorry I made you.”

Lips tightened at the corners. Lips that were firm and warmed by far more than internal damnation. Lips that had clumsily, desperately pressed to his own. (“You idiot...”)

“If that's all-”

Aziraphale shifted, fidgeting, restless. The movement seemed to lodge itself in Crowley's throat, silencing him when that hadn't been the intention. Crowley could ask him to leave. He had every right to ask him to go.

Aziraphale laid a book (he had so many books) down between them. It was embarrassingly, painfully old. The sort of old that would've had someone claiming it to be a miracle that it had stayed together for so long. For its part, the book was just as surprised to be intact for all the use it had been getting as of late.

“I've gotten as much information as I can so far on the plans.”

“I said I don't care.”

(Had they really said what they meant yet? They hadn't. They must. They would.)

“His plane is scheduled to land in the States tomorrow.”

“What part of I don't care-”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't care.” (He remembered how to be bold. Heaven tried to make him forget. It would always try.) “Look me in the eyes and tell me you would let this world turn to ash. That you would let them all die for a war that has never had anything to do with them.”

Lips curled. A fang glinted threateningly. The glasses didn't come off. (Aziraphale could be sad later. He would be sad later.)

“All of them,” Aziraphale said quietly, “against all of us is what you told me.”

And there, there, a flicker. The most minute adjustment of long fingers. (Did you catch it? Could anyone without so many years spent learning everything possible about someone who needed to remain at arm's length?)

“I'm a good soldier, Crowley. I always have been.”

There wasn't another adjustment. There was only... (Faith. It was always faith. I could always rely on you.)

A steadying breath. Aziraphale pushed the book closer. “I shall see you tomorrow.”

And Up he went.

#Season 2 has me by the throat #I wrote this at 3am #It's almost 5am #What am I doing #good omens spoilers #Good Omens #Drabble #My writing #Fic #Fanfic #ineffable husbands

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meri-meri-mwah · 1 year

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I love how the remake made Luis more complex as a character. Luis seems to be well aware of what he was doing, but chose to ignore it until he couldn't anymore. He left Umbrella due to morality differences, but ended up working with Los Illuminados (though he knew the cult isn't any different from Umbrella). It really makes you wonder if Luis was doing all of this out of greed. And for that, he probably wanted to redeem himself by helping Leon and Ashley. However, Luis knows that helping them won't make up for all the things he has done.

Which is why him asking Leon "People can change, right?" makes so much sense. Can someone who knowingly did bad things change? Does helping Leon and Ashley redeem Luis' actions? Who knows and that's why I love him sO DAMN MUCH.

#luis sera #luis serra #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4make #re4 #i love my morally grey baby #honestly we need more morally grey characters in RE #they're usually more interesting than the morally good characters #i wrote this at 3am #so many apologies if there's typos EJDKSJSUSJ

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starstruckmoony · 2 years

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clandestine meetings.

masterlist

pairing - remus lupin x reader

summary - just you and remus being in love, secretly though.

trope/tags - fluff, secret relationship

warnings - none

word count - 1.3k

the clock struck ten. you yawned, snuggling into remus' shoulder while his eyes were focused on a book he stole from under lily's bed. it was one of those rare nights when the three other marauders were all out and about somewhere where neither of them should be, but remus didn't allow it to occupy his thoughts. on any other occasion, he would be losing his mind trying to locate the idiots, especially if one of them happened to snatch the map. something (someone) else was on his mind, and not even the book in his hands could fully drift his focus away from you.

"i love that part, i couldn't wait for emma and mr. knightley to finally get together." you sighed dreamily. remus let his eyes trail towards you, and he hummed in response, smiling stupidly.

"remus, you're reading persuasion." his ears turned red and you burst out laughing at the way he widened his eyes. he groaned in embarrassment, covering his face with the book to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"you can't ask me to focus when you're right here next to me, you know." his voice was slightly muffled.

"are you saying i'm distracting you?" the teasing tone of your voice made him snort.

"perhaps." he said.

"alright, i shall leave you, then." you sat up on the bed, acting as if you were about to leave him and head back to your own dormitories. remus was quick to react. the book fell to the floor with a loud thud, and you snickered when he pulled you back onto the mattress and then hovered over you.

"not yet, you got here only an hour ago." remus argued playfully. "really? i feel like years have gone by." you went along with it.

"i'm that boring, huh?" he sighed.

"just a little bit." you smirked. he scoffed, and then leaned down to lock his lips with your own. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible.

you and remus were a simple couple, sort of. you didn't long for any special date nights or anything over the top. sometimes you'd read together, but really, both you could settle for simply lying in bed together, kissing, cuddling, talking about anything and everything that would come to your minds.

you loved each other, yet you never showed it in front of others. it's not like you had to keep the fact you were together hidden from everybody, no, but you both enjoyed the thought and the thrill of having such a relationship. you sometimes blamed it on the books, but secret meetings in the astronomy tower, stolen stares, hidden smiles, you loved all of it. you lived in your own little world that you two created. was it unnecessary? yes, pretty much. did you ever want it to stop? hell no.

"do you wanna dance?" remus suddenly pulled away from you, his face flushed and lips swollen. you almost laughed at how he let the words out so nonchalantly, as if you weren't sucking each other's faces off five seconds prior.

"i'd love to, but you might lose a limb." you said in jest, but in a way, you meant it. remus didn't seem to care, though. he stood up, taking your hand and pulling you along with him. you had many artists to chose from, so you started searching through all of the records stacked on top of each other.

"bee gees or abba?" you purposely picked up the two you were sure would irk remus the most. his jaw dropped, and for a moment you thought he was truly offended because you even dared to make such a proposition. you never understood what remus (or sirius for that matter) had against the said bands, but seeing him get annoyed whenever the girls (along with james) played any of their songs was awfully entertaining.

"we both know the answer to that." remus snorted, continuing his search for something good, but he wasn't so lucky as he kept picking up several ones which he found rather ridiculous one after another.

"what the hell, prongs?" remus muttered more to himself, and decided to look through the ones he was completely sure were sirius'. you laughed at the disappointed look on his face, and just then you unveiled what you were convinced was perfect for the occasion.

"love, look." you were grinning like a little child showing him the record, and you were suprised when he didn't make a face at what he was seeing.

"frank sinatra?" he spoke in amusement.

"i think you may have underestimated james." you chuckled, and remus nodded in agreement.

"do you reckon this is what him and lily dance to when no one's looking?" he quiered as he pulled the vinyl out of the paper packaging and placed it into the gramophone.

"possibly, but they definitely don't dance to bowie." you shrugged as you paced around the room, almost laughing when remus gave you an annoyed glare. "ha ha, very funny." he said in a mocking tone, returning his focus to the stylus which he needed to place on the record.

it must have been his lucky day, because music started playing immediately, unlike the few previous nights where he was practically fighting to get the old gramophone to even work.

remus switched the lights off, and when he walked over to you, you threw your arms around his neck, while his hands rested on your waist. you began swaying to the music together, deciding to let yourselves relax despite not being the best dancers. nobody was there to see you, anyway.

"fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars," remus sang quietly as you moved to the tune, "let me see what spring is like on jupiter and mars."

"look at you knowing the lyrics." remus chuckled at the teasing expression on your face.

"in other words, hold my hand. in other words, baby kiss me." you let out a huff of air as you felt heat rush to your cheeks.

"you make it feel like we're in a movie." you sighed, laughing breathlessly. "i love you." you blushed. remus pressed his forehead against yours. "i love you too."

all of it was perfect, neither of you could have asked for anything better. but perfect things somehow always come to an end, don't they?

the door suddenly burst open, and the two of you didn't even have time to separate before the damage had been done. peter stood there with his jaw dropped, as if he was trying to take everything in. james burst out laughing, losing his balance and falling to the floor. and sirius looked like he was about to start making fun of you any second.

"care to explain?" he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he eyed the two of you mischievously.

you and remus exchanged horrified glances. he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, locking his eyes with all three of his friends uncertainly, "well, um, this is my girlfriend." he said and then hugged you clumsily.

"surprise?" you said in attempt to defuse the tension, snickering when you realised it did nothing. remus did too, letting his head drop onto your shoulder.

"it certainly is." sirius scoffed, walking over to his bed and casually lying down as if he didn't just interrupt a date and realise that his two good friends had been technically lying to him for about a year straight.

"hey, is that my record?" james questioned after finally coming back to his senses and standing up from the ground. he seemed a bit intrigued, "lily and i dance to this too, when no one's looking." he smiled to himself.

"not bowie?" sirius sounded disappointed, but not surprised. remus was suddenly all-ears.

"god, no." james made his way over to his own bed, and let himself fall face-down.

"told you." you smiled in victory. remus pretended to be annoyed for a moment, and then kissed the top of your head. this was not at all how he planned to tell his friends about the two of you, but it went surprisingly well (a little too well), and you couldn't wait to tell the girls about it.

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99izms · 10 months

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goodnight : good morning

/ goodnight sweet possums (slice of life ?) 383 wc

when you look into yeonjuns eyes, your heart feels elated. he may have asked you a question, though youre not exactly sure. all you can hear is the look of his eyes turning into a smile and the way he slightly scowls when he does (you know he doesnt notice it himself).

he snorts slightly when he laughs, talking in the back of his throat through the chuckles. he stutters over his words often, misrepresenting his intentions and quickly jumbling more words together to fix his mistakes. you dont outwardly mock him for it, you instead bring your hands to the crook of his neck and his cheek. your smile widens when he gets embarrassed, and the only reason he doesnt hide his flustered face is because he knows you love seeing it.

when youre laying alone in his bed, comfortable under the sheets, you long for the moments where yeonjun crawls over your body and cages you in. thankfully, you didnt have to fantasize, he was home with you for the moment and telling you something. he may have asked you a question, though youre not exactly sure.

the sun is barely up, and yeonjun has to go. you dread the passing of time because it dislodges yeonjun from your arms, yet you wished it would speed up according to your need. oh how you missed him even as he was propped on all fours, possibly asking you a question, though you havent been listening.

you were so focused on his teeth and the noticeable length differences of each tooth that are marked as imperfections by many, yet you wouldnt trade it for the world, considering they made yeonjun, ‘choi yeonjun,’ rather than just yeonjun. (just yeonjun would be fine with you too).

“i love you,” you whispered, raspier than you intended. you had just woken up to say goodbye to the boy, anyway.

the boy closed his mouth, stopping any sentence he may have been saying (you know the schtick by now, right?) and let his eyes dart from left to right, taking in the features of your face hes investigated a thousand times over.

i love you too, was all he said before kissing both of your eyelids and tucking you in the sheets. “get some rest now, my honey.”

#not proofread #txt fluff #tomorrow x together #txt soft hours #txt x reader #kpop #txt #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #kpop fluff #i wrote this at 3am #just writing atp

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voiqdays · 1 year

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ride it | myg

you’re a slut for yoongi (me too)

pairing(s): min yoongi x fem! reader

wc: 247

content warnings: dom!yoongi, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS !!), use of the word ‘slut’, praising, he slapped her (ONE TIME) he came inside of her (💀), gets softer at the end (kind of?), jumps right into smut !!

“dumb fuckin’ slut” he slapped you across your face.

“I told you to ride my dick and you can’t even do that right” he said harshly. you were out of breath and covered in sweat. Yoongi had told you to ride him and you tried. You really did.

Yoongi started thrusting up, making you stay still. His pace, slow and predictable. He began thrusting faster, nearing his orgasm. He's hitting so deep, you can feel him in your stomach. you gasped feeling your orgasm approaching, little moans leaving your mouth. “mm, r-right there, baby” struggling to get the words out due to his animalistic pace.

Yoongi held your waist with one hand while wrapping the other around your throat. That will undoubtedly bruise you tomorrow. He leaned forward, giving kitten licks to your hard nipples. “fuck, you take my cock so well” he groaned against your boobs.

“mhmm i‘m gonna cum” you whined. It felt like Yoongi had sped up the pace of his thrusts even more if that was even possible. Feeling his dick twitch inside of you, he stilled his hips, thrusting as deep as he could. Capturing his lips in a heated kiss, you try to bury your moans. Yoongi kept his dick inside of you for a moment before pulling out, breaking the kiss. He smiles watching his cum drip out of your pussy, thrusting two fingers in to keep it there.

“That's my good slut” he says, softly kissing your forehead.

#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts smut #bts x reader #min yoongi smut #bts one shot #bts fanfction #first post??#i wrote this at 3am

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heartsoji · 1 year

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suna + horror movies :)

you and suna liked nothing more than an at-home movie date. ever since covid started, the two of you would have movie nights almost every night. you would make a big bowl of popcorn (suna would burn it so you have to do it lol) while suna laid out blankets and pillows on the couch.

the two of you alternated choosing movies, and tonight was suna's turn to pick.

you fought the urge to run out of that room and hide in the bathroom when you saw the picture on the movie like thingy with the title and the picture? what is that called

"hey rin?"

"yeah?"

"can you choose a different movie?"

"why?"

"because this one looks scary."

"no. suck it up."

"please?"

"no."

"pretty please?"

"no."

you pout, but decide to do what he says and suck it up. however, the movie was way scarier than you thought it would be.

however, you didn't want to be that one annoying person who would scream and laugh and ruin the movie, so you tried to stay quiet.

AKA your pride was too big lmao

suna noticed how you were shaking in fear as you clutched a pillow to your chest, but did nothing. he just chuckled at you.

suna was not scared at all. he just had his usual deadpan expression through all the scary scenes.

however, this one jumpscare finally got you. you jumped onto your boyfriend's lap and buried your face into his hoodie. when you pulled off of him to look at his face, the most smug grin was on his face.

you gasp. "you planned this!"

he only smiled and pulled you further into his chest.

"yes. yes i did."

#suna drabble #i wrote this at 3am #suna fluff #suna x reader #suna drabbles #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles

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etherealphosphor · 9 months

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Dottore Mini Stories

⟡ Contains: Dottore x Gn!Reader, Sfw (a tiny bit suggestive at the end but it’s pretty tame)

Dottore couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. No matter how many times he tried to distract himself with work, the smile of his sweet assistant always seemed to make its way back into his thoughts.

When you brought Dottore his coffee in the morning—just the way he liked it—you made his heart flutter in such a way that he had to avoid your gaze, lest you see him blushing.

Sometimes, after overworking himself, Dottore would pass out at his desk. His dreams, despite being messy and chaotic due to his unusual sleeping patterns, would always seem to include you. And when Dottore woke up in the morning, his desk would be neatly arranged, and a cup of coffee would already be sitting on it. He had slept quite a bit longer than usual, so the drink had long gone cold. Dottore didn’t mind at all, though.

Dottore’s heart skipped a beat every time he heard you call his name. He always tried to keep his composure, but each and every time, he could feel the heat in his cheeks rising.

Dottore had never been interested in journaling anything other than his research notes, and he used to say that it was foolish to do so. What was so special about writing down things about one’s day? Was one’s own memory not good enough? However, that was before he met you. Now, he has a journal that he guards with his life, and he enjoys writing down observations about you. Such as how lovely your eyes look when they sparkle, or how nice you looked in the outfit you wore that day. One time, Pantalone tried to read it, assuming the contents were Dottore’s research, as they always were. Dottore frantically snatched it from his grasp, red-faced, saying something about it being confidential.

Everyone knew about how Dottore felt—except for you, that is. Sometimes, when running errands for other harbingers, they would make comments towards you with hidden meanings behind them. On one such occasion, Pantalone had asked you how Dottore was, with a playful tone in his voice. When you tried to inquire about a deeper meaning to the tone, he would play it off as if it were nothing.

Dottore would often daydream about confessing to you, so much so that it interfered with his workflow. He couldn’t help but space out; thinking about holding you in his arms was much more enjoyable than anything his research had to offer. It took quite a lot of willpower for Dottore to pull himself back into reality, but eventually he would get himself back on track.

One day, Dottore finally decides to make a move, and he calls you into his office. His face is quite red, and he stumbles over his words a little as he begins to speak.

"[Name], I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t exactly know what to call this feeling, but if I had to pick an emotion to describe it, I would call it love. [Name], you make my heart beat twice as fast when you smile at me, and I dream about you every night. I know I’m not the greatest man out there, and you definitely deserve better than me, but [Name], if you are willing to accept my confession... I promise to treat you properly."

As Dottore speaks, you begin to feel more and more excited. You had your suspicions in the past about whether he harbored feelings towards you, but you always assumed it was your fantasies getting in the way of reality. Now, he had told you properly, and there was no room for denial. He really did love you.

Dottore loved how your body felt in his arms as he hugged you closer to him. He never thought his daydreams would come true, so this felt so surreal. Dottore enjoyed it when you played with his hair, stroking it gently as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears. The way you whimpered gently as he kissed your neck drove him crazy. Dottore’s fingers ran lightly over your body, his touch making you shiver in pleasure. This is all he could have ever wished for, and if it were a dream, Dottore never wanted to wake up from it.

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gaywiththesauce · 9 months

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It's Late

Giyuu should be asleep right now. The moon shines a gentle light through their cloth curtains, which were opened to welcome the summer air in.

He stared up at the ceiling in their bed, wondering what kept him up so late. Was it the trees moving carefully under the post-rain wind? Was it the crickets looking for others to hide from their loneliness? Was it the birds that were preparing to fly and sing to welcome the early sun? Was it the blankets that felt too heavy against their skin?

The arm around his waist pulled him closer. Giyuu couldn't help the smile that rose on his lips at the simple form of affection. He nuzzled against the body behind him, hopeful the stars would be merciful as to last longer so he could sleep again.

"Hey," a soft, croaky voice called out from the man behind him. Giyuu didn't have to answer. "You can't sleep?"

Kyojuro must have checked their alarm clock, because he kicked the blankets off of them. The thin, extra sheet was brought over them now. "Well, now that you're awake, neither can I. Let's just lay here, then. I love you."

They laid against each other in their bed. Their soft sheets stuck to their skin as did their beads of sweat from the mugginess of the summer night. Despite the slight discomfort, it was always worth it. Kyojuro was holding him, and his warmth melted the troubles of Giyuu's mind into a sappy, beloved bliss. The sun would be rising soon, but the night held onto their embrace just a little bit longer.

Giyuu didn't comment when Kyojuro fell asleep first, he had no complaints for someone like him. With his help, Giyuu fell asleep before the sun rose, and that's all he could ever ask from him.

Because this home, this bed, was theirs.

#i couldnt sleep #you can decide if this is canon or modern au #my writing #giyuu #giyuu tomioka #rengiyuu #rengiyu #pretend its still rengiyu wednesday #i wrote this at 3am #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #soft #have a good night guys #saucy writes

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ck-17088 · 1 year

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OPINION: Why I think Transformers Earthspark will be remembered as one of the best Transformers shows of all time.

Long story short, Earthspark spoilers. Don't read if you don't want to be spoiled.

I'm delighted to say that Earthspark has again exceeded my expectations. Honestly, when the show was first announced, I expected it to be a TV show meant to pander to young children. It would either be silly or forgettable.

Nope.

The show has blown all expectations out of the water through its bold story-telling and animation. The characters all feel realistic- they have strengths and flaws, which are most apparent when they face difficult situations. Another strength is that this show is not afraid to tackle issues (war, moral issues- "how far are we willing to go for the sake of peace?", discrimination, etc) that have become a part of our society in the present and past several years.

In the new 8 episodes dropped, the central theme appears to be identity. Mainly about finding your identity (ex: finding an alt-mode), making up parts of your identity (ex: finding the right alt-mode that matches each character), and integrating new experiences into your identity (ex: Megatron's decision to gain an Earth-based alt-mode to earn the Autobots' trust)- those sort of topics. These are all important and wonderful topics to discuss and share in a show. However, what surprised me the most was that the writers were not afraid to show the ugly sides of identity-related topics.

The 17th and 18th episodes- "Home Part I" and "Home Part II"- subtly tackle racism and xenophobia. Robbie, Twitch, and Hashtag are visiting Robbie's friend in a skateboard park. While having fun, they stumble upon an anti-transformers graffiti- "Transformers go home". Twitch and Hashtags are shocked and upset over this. Twitch says "This just isn't okay" because they were born on Earth and have lived there for their entire existence. However, Robbie's friend insists that their existence on Earth isn't "okay" since "Invading the Earth wasn't okay either". He's essentially telling them that they exist because of the war, which was unwanted, so therefore, their existence "isn't okay".

That scene honestly emotionally destroyed me. Before I explain why let me say a few things.

I am Korean American. The experiences/feelings I will later talk about are my own and do not fully represent the Korean American and/or East Asian communities. Our community's experiences are varied; thus, one person’s is not enough to sum them all of them.

Throughout my life, especially in the past couple of years- during the COVID-19 pandemic, I have had all of these things happen to me:

- I have been called hateful slurs.

- People have made the slanted eyes gesture to me numerous times.

- A few people have greeted me with "ni hao". (This is offensive because they automatically assume I'm from China because I'm Asian. It supports the idea that AAPI communities are one monolith. Hint: They're not.)

- Many people have asked me if I eat dog meat… (I don't. Never have.)

- Too many times, I have been told to "go back home". (I don't even remember the exact number. That's an indicator of how many times it's happened)

- In college, I have had many academic and career advisors ask if I'm a foreign student. It doesn't appear be an offensive question, but if I were Caucasian, no one would have thought to ask me if I was a foreigner. But no, I am Asian, so there is a huge chance that I might not be American.

The fact that I am Asian, or Korean American, an ethnicity (Korean) not found in the Americas, is enough of an excuse to question my identity and my entire life - who I am, where I'm from, and my own habits. To many, it is an excellent excuse to ensure I feel like an outsider in my own home.

The "Transformers go home" scene destroyed me because it reminds me of the pain that comes from the fact that there will always be people who believe I do not belong in my own country- no matter how many experiences I have had and how ingrained they are in me.

These characters are experiencing that same pain, too, even when they shouldn't be. The insistence from Robbie's friend that their experiences aren't enough to explain their belonging to Earth because they are physically Cybertronian- or transformers- is especially heartbreaking.

However, Robbie stands up for his family and breaks ties with his friend. He refuses to accept the blatant discrimination his siblings are facing and leaves instead. This is significant because while the writers show the ugly side of human society, they also show how to combat it- by refusing to stand by and accept it.

This scene is likely why Earthspark will become and will be remembered as one of the best Transformers shows ever.

It's not just the animation or the stories/plots. It is the show's willingness to tackle issues that are difficult to discuss in real life.

In a world where Anti- Asian, Anti- Latino, Anti- LGBTQIA sentiments and (basically) any hate toward minority groups are on the rise, Earthspark is not afraid to go head-on with these issues. They are willing to show scenes to demonstrate the harm these ideas and beliefs can cause, as well as solutions on how to fight them.

The show embraces the beautiful sides of humanity- friendship, family, love, and hope- but is also not afraid to fight the ugly parts of it too.

Written by: CK17088

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daily-fantasy-ideas · 2 years

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you should probably have two guy-type-people kiss gayly, and then permanently dismantle and destroy some kind of vile and illegitimate ruling power

#fantasy ideas #character ideas #character interaction #i wrote this at 3am

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unromancable-favs · 1 year

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Ciceros' special reactions to the amulet of mara

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It is truly a crime that you can't marry this little man in game, so i wrote what i think he might say if he could react to you wearing the amulet.

Before the quests.

before delayed burial: No reaction.

Before end of dark brotherhood questline: "Is that one of those amulets of mara cicero has heard so much about? I wish you luck in your search for marrage, I do, I do!"

>Are you intrested in me?

"Well, No- But cicero wishes you the best of luck! He does!"

After the quests.

After delayed burial, but before the brotherhood: "*giggle* An Amulet of mara? Are you lonely? Cicero could tell you a think or two about loneliness..."

>Are you intrested in me?

"Hm? Oh, noo no no, cicero is much too... busy for things like that."

After dark brotherhood quest line: "Oh, Listener~! an amulet of mara? Cicero almost pities whoevers contract that is for *laughter*"

>Are you interested in me?

"Aha... Haha..! Oh cicero is very interested. Is.. the Listener intrested in poor cicero..?"

>Im intrested

"Oh, hurray! The listener and the keeper, a match to be feared! Oh yes, what a wonderful day indeed!"

>Sorry, no.

"Oh.. Oh, haha! Oh you.. you got me good, listener! Aha...haha... hmm."

Extra lines.

if you wait around before the marrage, cicero can be heard talking to himelf about it. The possible dialog is as follows:

"I wonder if we can have carrot cake at the reception..."

"Oh cicero could invite- oh, no, they're dead.."

"If only mother could be brought to the union. *whistful sigh*"

"Cicero and listener sitting in a tree, k-i-l-l-i-n-g *giggling*"

If you back out of the wedding:

"hahahaha! Oh, listener! Did you see the look on everyones faces? Oh, you got them all good! Not cicero, of course, he saw this coming a mile away. *giggling*"

^hes lying, please dont do this to him

#cicero #tes #skyrim #maras amulet series #headcanons #i geuss #uhhhhhhh #i wrote this at 3am #so its not. not very good probobly

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scribblecake · 8 months

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Gentle Lights Ch)2

Back at it again at the Krispy Kreme

TW: Graphic depictions of injury, Anxiety, Light spooky shit ngl

Angsty but gets better!

Side note: Not sure how many chapters this will be. So buckle up I guess 🤷‍♀️

~***~

Shuddering breath filled Izogie’s lungs.

Her eyes shot open only to slam back shut at the searing light invading her vision. A weak groan bubbled from the warrior’s throat as sensation began to slowly return to her.

Izogie’s body felt completely crushed by fatigue. The pain from deep in the static was now sharp. Tangible. Close, so close and everywhere beneath her flesh.

The warrior could feel blood, sweat and grime festering on every inch of her. The beginnings of fever coiling over her limbs with thirst ripping at her throat and mouth with merciless claws. The two work in tandem to slice dry cracks into her lips, to turn her tongue to sand, and to drum a steady ache in her skull.

But she was alive.

Despite it all she lived. The thought was enough to make her laugh in triumph. Chapped lips slowly stretched and twisted into a gentle smile. But the only sound Izogie could manage was a reedy wheeze too feeble to be heard over the breeze…

~***~

Consciousness soon became an illusive commodity. Lucidity even more so. Fever burned the strength from the warrior’s waning muscles, clouding her mind with boiling delirium. Much like before, Izogie was left adrift. But the void wasn’t there to shield her anymore. Instead she lay stagnant. Solid. Sickly.

On the odd occasion, when she had the strength, Izogie would gather her focus and attempt to move. Starting small she would flex her fingers then her toes. All the while stubbornness trailed behind her every twitch. With each small venture it demanded the warrior gather her courage and open her eyes.

But the soldier refused. She wasn’t ready to face the world. Opening her eyes would mean perceiving reality. A reality where she was a failure, a deserter, a weak and broken soul barely clinging to a pitiful shred of life.

Opening her eyes could mean the possibility of having no way forward. And what if she did survive? Would she be able to face her sisters? Her mentor? Would she be able to face Nawi?

Would her old life even be within reach?

Suddenly something cut through Izogie’s delirious spiral of worries. A sound faint and gentle with a bubbling lilt that held nothing but warmth and kindness. Izogie held her breath, her senses tuning into her surroundings to the best of their ability.

Tensely the warrior strained her ears. Soft wind rustled nearby foliage, crickets played their nightly symphony, and distant waves lapped at a shore. Yet nothing matched that wonderful sound.

She must be hearing things.

Izogie listened intently for a while. Only it didn’t repeat. The only sounds were that of the natural cacophony of the night. Filled with disappointment, the warrior chalked it up to her delirium spilling into reality.

But it came again! Clearer this time! Was it… laughter? Yes! Warm laughter echoed just on the edge of the wind. It pulled at Izogie’s heart, filling her with… hope? The more she listened the more she yearned to stand up and follow it.

This strange laughter filled the warrior with another more foreign feeling. Little by little all the fatigue that bogged down her limbs began to lift.

Surprise forced Izogie’s eyes to fly open. She was instantly met with burning and blurring vision fighting to focus. After a few minutes the world came into view…

Stars dotted an inky sky. The moon hung low and bright, bathing the land in shimmering silver. To Izogie’s right, a sprawling coastline framed the horizon.

To her left, mist curled and threaded itself between the dense foliage of a jungle. Izogie herself seemed to be wedged at the base of a cobblestone wall.

She lay at an awkward angle, as if she had been carelessly dumped over the side of the wall. Luckily her body was hidden from view by a dense canopy. Though the warrior couldn’t dwell on her surroundings long.

In the corner of her vision a small light flickered briefly. Izogie froze. She must be seeing things. Though fear spiked through her when a twig snapped to her left.

At the mouth of the jungle.

The warrior’s heart was pounding in her ears now. Was it an animal? A person? She was too sickly and injured to defend herself! Anxiety stabbed at Izogie’s gut as she strained to detect any potential threats.

She found none.

Another snap. Closer this time. Yet frantic eyes detected nothing. Dread forced a tremor down the soldier’s spine and Izogie’s soul damn near left her body when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. A scream tried to tear itself from her throat.

But she was so parched, hardly any sound came out. A soft gasp and confusion quickly replaced fear. The warrior’s eyes were met with a breathtaking sight.

A woman?

Her skin glimmered and shone as if she were made of solid starlight. Brilliant locks curled and pooled around her like a flowing river. Deep pools of vibrant brown peered down at Izogie with curiosity while plush lips sported a serene smile. She looked like a moonbeam personified.

Her beauty knocked the wind out of Izogie. She lay there dazed. This seemed to amuse the shimmering woman. She chuckled, sliding closer and leaning downwards. The world came to a screeching halt when Izogie felt a kiss being pressed to her forehead. Their eyes met again when the beauty pulled away.

Izogie could still feel the imprint of her lips on her skin. It tingled and crackled as if lightning was seeping from it and into her body. Energy pooled in her gut, liquid and cool.

A strong sense of calm washed over the soldier like a wave. The glittering woman gave one final smile before the sensation filled Izogie completely and her vision was overcome with white light.

~***~

“Is… really her?”

“Found… border…”

“Strange… in the… storm.”

“Alright?... she be healed?”

Now this was getting ridiculous! Unconscious voids again? Really? Annoyance blossomed in Izogie’s chest. But for some odd reason, this time, when voices cut through the dark they filled her with joy.

Despite her exhaustion, excitement forced her eyelids to open. And for the third time, she went through the painstaking process of adjusting her vision to the waking world.

Only this time she was greeted with the sight of homeland familiar faces. Gasps split the quiet as three figures rushed to the warrior’s side with the closest leaning over Izogie excitedly.

“N-Nawi?”

~***~

@mybonafidefeelings @zeezeecave @shanas-baby

#I'm still sleep deprived #fight me #izogie #izogie fanfiction #izogie angst #lashana lynch #izogie x reader #the woman king #fan fiction #fanfiction #fanfic #magic #spoopy #the void #no one asked for this #fantasy #I wrote this at 3am #can you tell?

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