#is because he feels a level of insecurity in his connection to her caused by the lack of shared/reciprocated biting

[lvrdrafts]

Hi, could you please write a happier ending for it is just a joke, cause that was so sad

Joke Taken Too Far

★ Summary: You hear Bucky compare you to Natasha and it makes you question if Bucky ever really loved you, but can Bucky fix what he has done before it is too late

★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

★ Warnings: Being compared

★ A/N: FUNNY ENOUGH UR NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS LOL

★ Word Count: 2,000+

★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Angst Version

GIF by tfatwsdaily

You had a past filled with heartbreak, as you had encountered one boyfriend after another who cheated on you, citing your looks as the reason for their breakup or abusing you physically. Your self-esteem suffered immensely, leaving you feeling unworthy of love and affection.

However, everything changed when you became an Avenger and met Bucky Barnes, the man who made you feel cherished and appreciated in ways you had never experienced before. You were still going to therapy from the trauma they left you but Bucky helped you get through it and you depression even if he didn't know that.

Your shared experiences as Avengers brought you two closer together. Bucky understood the pain you had endured, and you connected on a deep level. He saw the beauty within you, which went far beyond your physical appearance. Your love grew strong, and you became inseparable.

One day, you happened to overhear Bucky talking to Steve and you wanted to surprise him with an attack full of kisses but you stopped in your tracks as you heard Bucky say, "Steve, you've seen Natasha's body, right? She's incredible. I sometimes wish she was my girlfriend."

“I know I see you staring at her all the time," Steve says chuckling "You really should stop staring before you make it obvious, you are dating someone punk”

Your heart shattered into pieces as you felt the old wounds of insecurity resurface. You couldn't bear to hear the man you loved longing for someone else, especially someone as stunning as Natasha.

"I care about her a lot, Steve, but sometimes I can't help but think about Natasha and how much better it would be with her," Bucky says and you felt as if your heart is being ripped out.

Steve frowned, sensing where this was going. "Bucky, you know it's not fair to compare Y/N to Natasha or anyone else? Everyone's different."

“Y/N’s pretty I know but she just doesn’t compare to Nat,” that was all it took for your heart to completely obliterate into a trillion pieces. You were no longer the only one that thought you were nothing compared to her. You didn't want Bucky to leave you for someone else, you didn't want him to leave you like how they all did.

In the solitude of your room, tears streamed down your face as the weight of Bucky's words crushed your spirit. All the progress you had made in feeling loved and cherished was unraveling before your eyes. The old wounds of heartbreak and insecurity resurfaced with a vengeance, enveloping you in suffocating darkness.

Questions plagued your mind. Were you not enough for Bucky? Would he eventually leave you for Natasha or someone else? Did he only settle for you because he couldn't have her? The demons of self-doubt tormented you, and you felt utterly inadequate, unable to compete with the image of perfection you held in your mind of Natasha.



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You couldn't bear seeing Bucky, it felt as if you were gonna burst into tears every time you saw him. You tried avoiding him as best as you could for a few weeks but being in the same building together 24/7 was harder than you expected.

Each time he tried to reach out or spend time with you, you made excuses, declining his invitations and pushing him away.

"Bucky, I'm really busy right now," you replied one day when he asked if you wanted to grab a coffee. "Maybe some other time."

His face fell, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Sure, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "Just let me know when you're free."

In an attempt to bridge the growing distance, Bucky decided to reach out to you. "Hey, baby want to hang out later? Maybe we can grab a bite or train together?" Bucky says with a huge grin.

"Sorry, Bucky, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Rain check?" you say making up another excuse to be away from him.

He sighed, knowing he couldn't push you. "Sure, no problem. Just let me know when you're free," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment.

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Over the next few days, he tried again, asking if you wanted to join him for a movie night or go for a walk, but each time, you declined, always with an excuse. He couldn't help but feel like you were purposely keeping your distance, and it hurt more than he wanted to admit.

One evening, Bucky found you in the common area, sitting by yourself and looking lost in thought. He decided that enough was enough; he needed answers.

"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, approaching you cautiously.

You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "Sure," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've noticed that you've been avoiding me," he began cautiously. "Is there something wrong? Did I do something?"

You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. "It's just... things have been a bit busy lately," you said, your voice lacking conviction.

Bucky frowned, sensing that you were holding something back. "Y/N, please, I can tell something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."

He reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, and he felt the rejection like a physical blow. "I get that, Y/N, but it feels like you're shutting me out completely," he said, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought we were in this together, no matter what."

You took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to address the elephant in the room. You didn't want to bear the pain anymore "I overheard you, Bucky," you admitted, your voice wavering. "You were talking to Steve, and you said... you said I wasn't as pretty as Natasha."

Bucky's face paled, and he looked like he had been punched in the gut. "Y/N, I..." he stammered, searching for the right words.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a joke, I didn't mean for you to take it to heart," he said. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize, unable to confront his own emotions.

"I thought jokes were supposed to be funny" you snapped back at Bucky. "Do you see me laughing?"

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd take it so seriously, and it was a private conversation," he said, trying to justify himself.

"You were in the fucking common room a public area and maybe you should think before you speak" you shot back, feeling the tension escalating.

As the argument continued, the pain and hurt seemed to escalate, and both you and Bucky were on the verge of tears. But amidst the tension and hurtful words, Bucky suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.

"Y/N, I messed up," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I shouldn't have said those things."

You looked at him, tears streaming down your face. "But why did you say them, Bucky?" you asked, your voice still trembling with emotion.

"At the moment, I don't know, talking shit about you made me feel better about myself," Bucky says. Bucky took a step closer to you, gently reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

"I don't have any excuse for what I said," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I was being selfish I know but you make me a better person and after all the shit I have done I don't deserve to be happy!" Bucky yelled and his eyes widened, he stepped back realizing what he had said. He had never told anyone this before, he tried keeping the demons all for himself.

Your heart sank as you listened to him. You had no idea that Bucky had been struggling with such deep-seated insecurities. You reached out and gently held his hand, trying to convey that you were there for him.

"Bucky, you're not a monster anymore," you said softly. "You're a good person, and you've been through so much. But you don't need to tear someone else down to feel better about yourself. What you said did not make you a monster, it made you an asshole"

"I-I really am sorry, please don't leave me I will change I will do anything," Bucky says as his eyes were filled with tears as he looked up at you, his voice breaking with emotion.

But you were too hurt, too broken, to respond. You turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of him in such pain. The silence in the room was deafening, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you.

"I thought we had something special, Y/N before I fucked up," Bucky said, his voice desperate. "I love you more than anything, and I messed up, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right. Please, just give me another chance." Bucky's pleas fell on deaf ears, and you couldn't bear to see him on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

Your heart ached at his words, but you couldn't ignore the pain he had caused you. "I need time, Bucky," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need time to process all of this."

Bucky nodded, his tears flowing freely now. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "But please, don't shut me out completely. I'll be here when you're ready."

With that, Bucky slowly got up from his knees and walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart torn between love and pain.

In the days that followed, Bucky gave you the space you needed, but he also made sure to show you how much he cared. He would leave little notes for you, reminding you of the good times you shared and how much he loved you. He would send you flowers and gifts, trying to show you that he was truly sorry for his actions.

But no matter what he did, you couldn't shake off the pain and betrayal you felt. Every time you saw him, you were reminded of his hurtful words, and it made it hard for you to see the man you had fallen in love with.

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Weeks passed, and despite Bucky's efforts, the pain between you remained palpable. You were still hurting, unable to let go of the hurtful words he had spoken. The team had noticed the tension between you, and everyone was hoping for a resolution.

One day, a mission came up that required you and Bucky to work closely together. It involved infiltrating a highly guarded facility run by a dangerous organization. The stakes were high, and the success of the mission depended on your teamwork.

You both suited up in your tactical gear, preparing for the intense mission ahead. As the two of you boarded the Quinjet, you tried to maintain a professional demeanor, despite the lingering emotions.

Once inside the facility, things got intense quickly. The enemy was not easy to subdue, and you found yourself in a tight spot, surrounded by hostile forces. In a moment of desperation, you got separated from the rest of the team.

Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the danger you were in. Without a second thought, he put himself in harm's way, using his skills and combat expertise to fight through the enemies and reach you.

You were cornered, and just when it seemed like there was no way out, you heard a familiar sound – the whirring of Bucky's metal arm. In an instant, he swooped in, taking out the threats with swift precision. But in the midst of the fighting, a sniper had tried to get a clean shot on you but Bucky saw it coming and pushed you aside taking the shot instead.

"Bucky," you gasped, you quickly threw a smoke bomb giving you time to escape while holding Bucky over you. As the smoke filled the air, you grabbed Bucky and pulled him towards the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to get both of you to safety.

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Once you were back on the Quinjet, you laid Bucky down gently, fear and concern evident in your eyes."Bucky, why did you do that?" you yelled at him, your voice trembling with emotion. "You could have been killed!"

He winced in pain but managed to give you a weak smile. "I couldn't let anything happen to you," he replied, his voice strained. "I love you, and I would do anything to protect you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the sincerity in his words. Despite the hurt between you, he still cared about you deeply and was willing to put his life on the line for you.

"Bucky, I love you too," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "But, you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice wavering.

He looked at you, his eyes full of affection. "I would do it again in a heartbeat," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

The tension between you seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by a deep sense of connection and love. You realized that despite the mistakes and pain, Bucky loved you with all his heart, and you couldn't deny your own feelings for him.

"I love you, Y/N," Bucky said, his voice steady and genuine. "I know I messed up, and I'm sorry for hurting you. But you mean everything to me, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you finally let go of the pain and fear that had been holding you back. You knew deep down that you still loved Bucky, and you couldn't deny the pull between you.

"I love you too, Bucky," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Bucky pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "I promise I'll never hurt you like that again," he said, his voice sincere. "You're the most important person in my life, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

As the Quinjet soared through the sky, you both knew that there were still challenges ahead. Healing would take time, and you would have to work through the pain together. But for now, in each other's arms, you found solace and comfort.

#bucky x reader #bucky x reader angst #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x reader angst #bucky compares you to natasha

[piracytheorist]

I've kinda talked about this before but I love how we get to see the Forgers' different ways and levels of keeping secrets and of accepting their place and their love for the family.

Bond is the simplest case. He's not exactly "hiding" his precognition because he has no ways to communicate it to anyone, but rather openly acts on it to protect others. However, upon meeting the family he went like "Good humans. I will love and protecc" and hasn't looked back since.

I would argue that Anya's secrets are bigger than Yor's, for the most part because her powers are constant, and also more invasive in their lives than Yor's secret job. But Anya also immediately accepts Loid and Yor as her parents and calls them Papa and Mama without hesitation because in her mind, they are her parents, end of story. She is the daughter of the Forgers and it's up to her to keep it that way, thus she keeps her powers a secret because she fears that them becoming known would mean the end of the family.

Yor's secret is more indirectly dangerous due to the nature of her job, but also more possible to cause trouble. Anya is not responsible over her powers; Yor chooses to stay an assassin (though with understandable motives behind her choice) and she is fully aware that the moment her real job is revealed she'll have to leave them. At the same time, she feels insecure because for all she knows, Loid is a kind, simple citizen who is unknowingly covering for an assassin and has welcomed her into his home and family, so she feels she needs to always do her best to pay this kindness back. So her accepting her place in the family doesn't come immediately, nor easy. But through the course of the first season, she slowly got to the place of realizing she loves that place enough to be motivated to do her best to keep it, not so much for cover anymore, but because it really is a precious place for her.

And on the far end you have Twilight, who builds this entire family based on lies as a cold, distanced requirement for his mission. He is not supposed to love them, he is not supposed to see any emotional value in his place in the family, and he is not supposed to consider any alternative other than pretending to be Loid Forger for as long as this mission lasts. Despite Anya and Yor having secrets of their own, they are honest about their past and their true characters. But everything about Loid (or almost everything) is a researched, calculated choice. The moments he reveals true parts of himself are a precious few, and come out of him in an attempt to connect with and comfort the others, and rarely benefit the mission directly. He's not only the deepest in on the lying, he's also got the longest road to walk to accept his place in the family and his love for them.

(no spoilers for the manga please)

#Spy x Family #sxf meta #the Forgers #I am so sleepy rn there's a chance I'll wake up in a few hours and this will make no sense #but I had feels and I had to share

[persephone11110]

Hold Me Baby

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, self-deprecating thoughts, shy reader, anxiety, protective bradley bradshaw , fluffy ending

Summary: Just when she was having a great night, her insecurities sweep in and destroy her self confidence.

reader nickname is Angel

this is short compared to my other fics.

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It’s hard picking out a time when Bradley showed you he loved you. It could’ve been when he threw a punch across your ex-boyfriend face for being an asshole towards you. Maybe it been the time he nearly destroyed the vending machine in the break room in attempts to get you your honeybun that was stuck. Overall you can’t pinpoint the exact moment but all you knew is that your heart always beat a thousand times faster around him. You loved him, he loved you—end of story.

The only man to take the time to break the walls that were heavily secured around your heart. It was with a matter of seconds you knew you loved the man who sat behind Penny’s piano playing Great Balls Of Fire. At first you tried denying how much he made you blush, you even tried building your defenses higher around yourself —which didn’t help because he your weak spots. He knew how break through to you.

No matter how time you spent in your own head denying how much he loved you, Bradley would remind you—day and night.

You nervously sat at the circular table, examining how all the people that were in ball room looked like they actually belonged here. It’s another gala organized by the brass—were everyone shows up just to drink expensive alchol and eat expensive food. Talk shit about eachother.

But most importantly make great impressions on the brass or higher ups from around the world. Yet everyone blended in together like camouflage —talking and walking with confidence while you stood out like a sore thumb with your shyness, and lack of confidence.

Your sour thoughts were back.

“You don’t belong here Y/n. Never have and never will”.

Your weak spot was your eyes. Bradley told you once while laying in bed, about how much your eyes display every emotion you felt. Whether its fear, happiness or sadness and anger he always knew what you felt. As of right now insecurity reflected off them.

Its like a six sense for him–knowing when your weren’t okay even when you desperately tried hiding it. “I’ll catch you later Phoe, save me a beer”.

You were to busy being stuck in your own head.

You atleast needed to look perfect, for him and for everyone else. You nervously smooth your hands down your dress repeatedly—attempting to fix yourself. A mirror was in your hand as you looked at your makeup picking out a flaw in each and every part of your face. One word came to mind- “ugly”.

“Pretty”. his voice broke through her bad thoughts.

“Angel whats wrong?” You turned to see your night in shining armor standing there with a frown on his face. Anything that makes you upset whether it’s and object or person is easily a negative in Bradley Bradshaw eyes.

You tearfully chuckle“I’m fine Bradley—go back to your friends”. you told him.

“Y/N”, Bradley sounded so hurt. You hated how much pain you caused him.

Who were you kidding here?, it didn’t matter if you wore expensive dresses, did your makeup straight out of a vogue magazine. You still didn’t belong with him.

Two different streets that should have never connected.

“Angel” he you pulls to him, your face easily finds his chest. Bradley tried racking his brain attempting to figure what went wrong. Just half an hour ago there was a small smile placed on your face and now tears stain his suit jacket as it stains your face.

“‘You deserve someone on your level” your voice seemed to be muffled by his chest. His fist clench—he’s not angry at you but at the people who put those thoughts into your head. Bradley feels like his lips are going to bleed by the way he’s bitting them. Because he knew the words he wanted to say were not needed right now. His wife didn’t need to hear the threats that were on the tip of his tongue, but instead reassurance and love.

Bradley swears he heard you wrong. He thought maybe your true words were being muffled.

No there weren’t.

“What? Angel, what are you talking about?”

“I’m not good enough for you Bradley, me and you—and everyone else knows it”

You sniffle again.

It seemed like Bradley didn’t hear you—or maybe he realized its—

“Not true”, He simply shook his head as if everything you just said wasn’t true at all.

“Remember what I told you on our wedding day Y/N Bradshaw?”

You nod your head shakily. “I-I will always love you, now matter what happens there will never be a time I didn’t—”

“Love you, and cherish you” he recited with a smile on his face.

“Right?, so you do remember Angel”.

“Mhm” you mumble.

“Then you also know that vows are never to be broken, and you know how I don’t break promises—especially to the ones I love” He pulls aways to take his thumb across your face- wiping away the falling tears.“Don’t ever think you don’t deserve me Angel, sometimes I don’t even think I deserve you—" A small tear rolls down his face.

“I’m sorry Bradley”, your voice wobbles “I love you” you tell him without hesitation.

“Don’t be Angel, I love you too” he gently pulls you out his chest. “I think we should end our night with a dance— whaddya think Angel?”

“I think we should too” he pulls you by your hand to the dance floor.

“Hey Rooster you big stud”

#top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #top gun

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 5th

Day 5: A/B/O // 69 // Formal Wear

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, jealousy, societal hierarchy, insecurity, mentions of marking/scenting, fingering, vaginal sex, slightly possessive/dominating, unprotected sex, cream pie. 

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

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Most days, you are perfectly fine being a beta. It’s not like you can do anything about it anyway. You are not an omega, as much as your mother pouts in disappointment. You are just who you are and for some reason, there was still an alpha who had taken an interest. 

Right now, it pisses you off. Watching through narrowed eyes and rage while the fucking omega draps herself over all over Frankie, your Frankie and covers him in the stink of her essence. It was a myth that Betas couldn’t smell the pheromones that drove the alpha and omega together like some cosmic invisible string. You could, you just weren’t affected by it on a primal level. 

Why? Why had she chosen Frankie? There were four other alphas sitting at that table and she chose your boyfriend to flirt with. It makes you want to grab her hand as it drifts across the breadth of his shoulders and twist it, moving those trespassing little fingers away from your man’s scent glands. You aren’t dumb, you know that is where she’s headed. 

Sitting behind the bar as you make the drinks, you fume. Most nights, it was amazing that Francisco Morales and his buddies - who you all know and they respect you (even if you’re just a beta) - hang out at your bar. He’s never specifically said you were the reason why, but the alpha surprisingly never shied away from admitting you were his. 

Right now though, you hate it. You hate that there is fear and jealousy curling in your gut. Fear that she might be a better fit for him. That there could be some connection between them that you would be powerless to stop. Jealousy that you can’t be as confident as she manages to be, even when you feel like Frankie is just trying to be polite. 

Her laughter trills out across the bar room floor, grating to your ears, but it causes several other alphas to turn her way. The stink of attraction is heavy and you can’t even tell what your alpha is giving off because it’s so thick. Jealousy clouds your mind, steals your vision and you don’t see the way that your alpha’s friends try to redirect the omega's attention to them. You don’t see the subtle ways that your alpha is trying to reject her without causing a scene or embarrassing her. You know that omegas being denied by an alpha is tantamount to a slap in the face and she would most likely cry, but you don’t see that. 

Slipping out from behind the bar, you rush to the back. Your heart pounds in your chest so hard that the rushing of blood fills your ears. Your shirt smells like him. Normally you love it, bask in the warm comfort that your alpha scents your clothing. He loves smelling himself on you, although he prefers it when you’re both naked and exhausted, sweat and pheromones clinging to your skin while his tongue laps at the area where a scent gland would be - if you weren’t a beta. 

There’s a change of clothes in your bag. One that is fresh from the dryer and there is not a hint of Frankie on it. At this moment, it’s what you need. Peeling the shirt over your head, you drop the one that smells like Frankie onto the floor. Rejecting it as though he has already pushed you away. Removing the scent of him from your body and replacing it with another that smells like your detergent. Nothing but the slight whiff of him remains, enough that it would just be brushed aside as the alpha touching you. 

You don’t care for the raging turmoil inside you as you stuff the shirt into your bag and slap it back into your locker. The fact that jealousy curdles in your stomach and makes you want to go slap that omega and claim Frankie as your own. You could never do that - it isn’t your place. Biological and social hierarchy dictated that Frankie was unmated with an omega and therefore he was up for the claiming. Tears prick at your eyes and you grind your palms into them, heedless of the mascara that thankfully is waterproof as you try to compose yourself. 

When you come back from the employees only section. You don’t see Frankie’s immediate frown. His eyes have been watching for you, always on alert for you. You don’t see the way that his own narrows as he watches you go about pouring more drinks and filling the tickets that are printing off behind the counter. His slight puffed out sigh unheard by you, you’re too far away, but everyone at the table hears it. Including the omega that is still trying to sidle up to him. 

Instead, you don’t even look that way, trying not to concentrate on the obvious overtures of the omega. Not wanting to see them work on him. Frankie is a kind alpha, unwilling to command - even you - unless it was life or death and little flirting never killed anyone. Unless it was an alpha flirting with a bonded omega. 

When the order for their table comes up, you can tell from the fruity cocktail Benny ordered just for shits and giggles, you decide that you are going to take it over yourself. You don’t miss that there is a sixth drink mixed in with the normal beers and a sex on the beach. It was a cosmo and it made you roll your eyes at how fucking predictable it was. 

Plastering on a smile that you know doesn’t reach your eyes, your drinks firmly held up on the tray, you make your way over to the table. “Hey boys, have your drinks here.” Your voice is the model of professional cheer and you ignore the way that the omega looks at you and takes a sniff before dismissing you. Obviously uninterested in a mere beta. 

“Yes!” Benny is always one to shoot you a grin and nod, eagerly taking the drink from you. “Thanks beautiful.” His little nickname for you was just to rub Frankie the wrong way, everyone knew it and it was the only reason he hadn’t had the shit beat out of him so far. At least until now. Maybe later, Frankie wouldn’t care that his friend had called a beta beautiful. Not when he would have an omega that adored the ground he walked on and only had eyes for him. 

The sniff the omega gives was uncalled for, but you ignore it. Unattached omegas seem to be miffed when any unbonded alpha gives attention to anyone that isn’t them. You don’t understand it, but you couldn’t. 

It might be childish, but you make a point to not say anything to Frankie. You don’t slam his beer down, but you don’t hand it to him with a smile and a kiss like you often do. Depositing the beer to the rest of the boys and one obnoxious cosmo to the omega, you turn around and retreat to your area. You don’t catch the way that Frankie leans in to sniff you, that frown from before reappearing when he doesn’t smell himself all over you. 

It’s back behind the bar for you. Mixing drinks and interacting with servers. You make sure you keep your attention off the table to your right. Almost studiously ignoring that side of the room. The only reason you ever actually served drinks was people who were sitting in front of you at the bar, or them and right now you can’t handle that. 

Because of this, you don’t notice Frankie come up, don’t know he’s there until his hand is wrapped around your wrist and dragging you away. Making you screech slightly in shock but a few regulars know the score so they don’t stop the alpha from dragging their bartender away. You ignore the few catcalls and whistles from some of the crowd and you don’t see the way that omega has slunk away from the table full of Frankie’s friends. 

“Fran-”

“Not here.” You can hear the tension in his voice, the barely restraining command. You know he’s never used that alpha tone with you and yet your entire body shivers when you hear the threads of it in his words. He wants to and that makes you fall silent and let him pull you into the bathroom down the dimly lit hall before he locks it behind you. 

Before you can say another word, you are crowded against the sink, dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that seems to be reserved for moments where he is about to lose control. Normally it’s to make you scream his name but you don’t know what he is thinking right now. 

“Why did you change your shirt?” He grumbles, fingers plucking at your shirt and your heart skips a beat when they graze your skin. “I liked the other shirt on you.”

“Needed to change.” You don’t get into why you needed to change, just that you needed to. You don’t like lying to him, so you don’t say you spilled something on yourself. “It’s fine.”

“No it’s not.” Frankie insists, leaning in more and nuzzling your chin with his nose. “The other shirt smelled like me.” 

Your hum of agreement is noncommittal but you don’t say anything, but it grabs his attention. Making him pull back with just the tiniest smirk on his face, the one dimple pressing in slightly underneath his scruff. 

“Only one thing to do.” He murmurs, arching a brow before he grabs your waist and spins you around so that you are facing the sink and he is pressing against you. “I need to mark you in my scent.” 

You whimper, knowing what he means by that, those dark eyes swirling with lust and mischief. You don’t protest and his grin flashes at you while he starts to pull at your clothes. 

Your shirt stays on, of course it would since he wants to make sure you are covered in his scent and obviously the smell of sex. Instead he flicks the button of your jeans open and slides his hands inside. 

Your eyes slide shut when he finds your clit but his other hand grips your chin. “Watch.” He growls, making your eyes pop open and you see him watching you in the mirror. “That’s my girl.” His approval sinks straight into your gut and makes your cunt clench. 

“You were jealous.” He hums in your ear, that raspy tone low and making you shiver. “I saw it. Saw you try to ignore that omega pushing in on your turf.” 

Biting your lip, you don’t answer. You don’t want to tell him that you have no claim. Not like that omega would. Frankie’s jaw clenches and he pulls his hand away from your clit to start stripping your jeans and panties down. 

“Fuck Frankie.” You moan quietly. “Here?” 

“Here.” He huffs, biting the left cheek of your ass as he stands, kicking your feet apart and you hear his belt buckle as he starts to undo his own pants. 

Suddenly, the blunt head of his cock is pressed against your entrance. His arm coming around you while he breaks you open, filling you swiftly and burying himself to the hilt in the heat of your body. 

You don’t bother hiding your moan, you can’t. Not when he’s stretching you out so perfectly and his dark eyes are demanding that he hear you. His own ragged groan breathed into your ear and he doesn’t even give you a second before he starts to move. 

Pheromones fill the bathroom, surround you, seep into your skin while Frankie pounds into you. Every stroke of his cock fills you and branding you on the inside as his. Punching up into your cunt and making you whimper and whine while he holds tight to you. 

“You’re mine.” He grunts into your ear, cock twitching deep in your walls when he voices the comment that has never been spoken out loud between you. “Mine, just- just like I’m yours. Your alpha.” 

“Frrrrankie.” Your eyes roll back when he says that. Everything you’ve wanted to hear but hadn’t dared to ask for. You had assumed your place, even as brash and ballsy as you were, you didn’t dare to object to societal norms. 

“I am yours.” He moans, teeth biting down on your ear and he whines while he grinds deep to change the pace. His hands hold you, squeeze your breasts over your shirt and he makes sure he is scrubbing the scent glands at his wrists all over the fabric. He starts to spear up into you again, fast and hard. “I don’t want that omega. She’s- she can’t make me feel what you do.” 

Your head drops back onto his shoulder, eyes closed. “Open your eyes, baby.” He hums, growling when you don’t respond. “Open your eyes.” He never calls you ‘beta’. Never using your designation against you. You had thought it might be because he was embarrassed that you were merely a beta…but now…looking into his eyes has you realizing that he never used it because he respects you.

You watch. Watching as he takes you. Every harsh jolt of his hips pushing your orgasm closer. “Gonna knot you.” He grunts. “Later, when you’re ready.” Knotted by him, an alpha. Bearing his children. 

You don’t know why, but it makes you cum. Clenching down around his thick length, you scream out his name and not caring if the entire bar hears you. Gasping for air when your voice dies off and your body shaking while Frankie thrusts into you harder. His hips slapping against your ass and he’s beautifully feral as he chases his own release. 

Hissing your name when he falls apart. The thick heat of his seed flooding your core and filling you. The pungent scent of his pleasure covering you, marking you a scant second before his teeth press to your skin, right where a scent gland would be if you were an omega. 

Whining, you shudder and cling to him, knowing that if you had a scent gland it would now bear his mark. Proclaiming to all omegas and alphas that you were his. 

His eyes are hazy when he finds yours in the mirror again. Filled with satisfaction and pride. His voice is rusty with lust but clear when he speaks. “Omega or not - I’m yours.” 

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #frankie morales #alpha frankie #a/b/o #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales smut #frankie morales smut #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales imagine

[sunsents]

Jake Sully - Trust Your People

Here, have another one 🙄 Comforting Jake Sully in his sexy toruk makto uniform typa one shot because LAWD, im obsessed. Heavily inspired by this edit , please watch it before reading it to amp up the experience.🤭 also this is unedited but aren't we all

Read part 2 here

Summary —> Jake is apprehensive about the upcoming war, and you, firmly against his dreamwalker origins, are there to comfort him.

Pairing: jakesully x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Words: 2027

Warnings: mentions of war/insecurities/Jake is too hot

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vocabulary: Kelutral - Hometree

Vitraya Ramonung - Tree of Souls

Tawtute - demon

Kuru - queue

Atokirina - woodsprite

Muntxa - mate

Narlor - beautiful to the eyes

Kelku - home

———II——— Blue for stealth, red for strength, and green for luck and hope.

The intricate patterns painted on your skin seeped into you, joined your bloodstream and gave you the courage to fight. But the thrumming of your heart was too loud to say otherwise.

After the wreckage of Kelutral - your heart still squeezed at the memory - Jakesully had reemed himself in the eyes of Eywa. Though, this did not mean he redeemed himself in yours.

So, imagine your surprise when you saw him kneeled before Vitraya Ramunong, speaking to her. You had only wanted to calm your racing heart and gain courage from Eywa's children and your ancestors, alone. You did not expect a tawtute waiting for you in your safe-haven - though, you suppose he was one of the people now.

Still, you were wary around him. He was the cause of this, after-all. If only he didn't know your ways, if only he didn't lead the Skypeople to hometree, if only-

You pause, take a deep breath, and count to five. If Eywa deems him trustworthy, so will you.

Said man's head is hung low, his kuru connected,  muttering something you can't make out. He still hasn't noticed your presence, or maybe he did but does not want you to approach him. But alas, you do.

The crinkling of your steps alert him, and his head snaps back to your form. You stand straighter, holding your chin high. Shifting awkwardly against your heel, you clear your throat.

Jake merely watches you with wide eyes, the strange hair above them rising high. You had seen that expression before, but could never decipher what those feathery...things mean. They furrow when he can't get his arrow to land on the target straight, waver when you talk back to him and he smirks with that stupid, soft lips of his - and the worst of it all, they rise slightly when he looks at you - which is an obscene view, especially when his eyes look hazed and soft, contrasting to the eye-brow.

Eywa is bent down, washing her hair in the pond that circle you, her soft wisps greet the water and sway against the wind. The vines that surround you making you feel content and safe enough to let down your guard against Jake, you tentatively offer a touch of reassurance on his firm shoulder.

"Erm," you start, unsure but hopeful. "You know Eywa cannot respond to you."

Jake gives your an incredulous look, and your stomach drops. Trust yourself to say the most unbecoming words in times of need. "That was, not what I meant to say." You give him a wince - you hope it looks like a smile.

Jake hums, "Hey, you touching me means somethin', right?" he chuckles, laugh reverbating around Eywa's tendrils, "At least you don't avoid me like the plague anymore."

Your ears twitch at the unfamiliar word, "What I meant to say was, Jakesooly, Eywa does not take sides."

"I know that," mutters Jake, "but surely, she also wants the Skypeople gone."

You nod, and Jake slowly stands up. His beaded hair - courtesy of your youngest niece, Aëteyna - clink around each other. He looks breathtaking, and the sight does just that. You stop breathing almost entirely as his side-profile levels with your face. The eye-brow is furrowed again, and his eyes are closed, face angled down. His strong jaw ticks when your eyes trail the sharp line of it that connects to his neck. His neck, oh Eywa, he wears the beaded choker he made himself in celebration of Toruk.

Bioluminescent light breathes on his white freckles, reminding one of blowing on Atokirina and watching it take color and flight. Jake's just so beautiful, his white freckles starting from his smooth forehead, down his romanesque nose, and around his sultry, curved lips that beg to be kissed. And down continues the freckles, on his strong pecks and robust arms that bulge with muscle, and down...

His stomach and hips are corded well with muscle with smooth, soft skin stretching enticingly - you're writhing in your place as Jake gazes down. Touching his warm skin, squeezing his strong arms, and his dominant, engulfing heat all work together to make stars dance around your eyelids.

He holds himself like a strong, attractive warrior. He is a warrior, the best one in Omaticaya - after yourself of course. Though, now that he was Toruk Makto, you weren't sure who outdid who. 

You crave for him to be your warrior. The intense need to have such a strong, dominating mutxa take care of you, and you to reciprocate back - it almost makes you pass out.

How could this be? How could a dreamwalker look sculpted by Eywa herself to specifically ruin you and your insides?

But you can't. You're on the brink of war, and he needs comfort. You need comfort. 

That's the only excuse you can think of. It's easier to be cold to him, disregard his efforts and his beauty rather than expect something you can never have. You can never bring yourself to accept your attraction towards the dream walker, not only does it hurt your pride, it's against your nature. Thus, you opt to hating him.

Though, you're sure Jake has no issue reciprocating it back. Although he never outwardly verbalized his animosity towards you, you have eyes. They see how you get under his skin, scorch him from the inside out and leave him with nothing but irritation. His jaw ticks, hands twitch, and his face flushes. It's quite funny sometimes, especially when you take your quips a little too far.

But now, you can't bring yourself to be callous. Not when he's looking at you with such anguish and worry.

"I-" He starts, suddenly placing his gaze on you. Your heart squeezes at his pained expression. He looks afraid, and it hits you. That's why he's here. To ask for guidance and reassurance. Eywa could guide, but not reassure. Which is why she led you here. You were tasked to put the young warriors heart at ease.

"I'm afraid, ____." his heart is open to you fully. To admit one was afraid was incredibly private, not to mention intimate. Admitting it meant that he seeked comfort in you, and your heart swells with pride. 

You puff out your chest, then put a soft hand on his cheek. "That's okay, Jakesooly. Everyone is, including the Skypeople."

JakeSully sighs, nodding and you continue.

"But we have to fight for our home," you put a hand on your heart, then move the one on his cheek onto his heart. "We are Omaticaya, and we will fight for what is ours. We all have each other Jakesooly, you are not alone...winning is not your burden to bear. Trust yourself, and your people."

Jake's tail swishes from side to side, and he closes his hand over your heart. "This is the first time we aren't arguing, and you probably said what I've been wanting to hear the moment I arrived on Pandora."

You laugh, "Sure sure, flattery won't get you compliments JakeSooly." 

Jake smiles, then his face morphs into an expression much serious than what you're comfortable with. The way he looks at you is too intense that you immediately remove your hand from his heart. Jake catches it mid-air, placing it back.

"It's not flattery, ____. I'm serious, thank you.", his deep voice rumbles from his chest, and you shiver. Jake looks back at Vitraya Ramonung.

"Thank you Eywa," he says, then looks at you.

And Eywa hears. Two, sizely wisps of Atokirina float between the two of you. Your breathing stops, turning ragged and deep. What does this mean? Surely, Eywa was reassuring you both that the war was going to play out in your favor. The Atokirina's only purpose was to put your minds at ease and strengthen your hearts.

You feel to need to verbalize this, in case Jake gets the wrong idea. 

The wrong idea? What was the wrong idea, you think. That you were to be bethroted-

No.

Neytiri had confessed to Jake the night of his Iknimaya, and was gently let down. Jake had told her it was too soon, and of course, dangerous. But he didn't completely deny her feelings. You were not close with tsakarem, but it was common knowledge around the clan that she wanted to claim Jake.

Jake clears his throat, stopping your train of thought. You suddenly remember the situation you're in. Where was Neytiri to comfort him, and guide his heart towards tranquility?

"These guys seem to like me alot." chuckles Jake. He's looking at you now, and you roll your eyes.

"Well," you cup your hands around the sprite, inspecting it. "You are Toruk Makto. Besides, I think the great mother is trying to tell us to be at ease." 

"Yeah," he sighs, deep and slow. "I just..." trailing off, his arms suddenly fall limp. You tilt your head in worry at the man before you who looks utterly hopeless.

"Hm?" you make no further noises to inquire so he can regain his strength, and share his worry. You're afraid to push him, though you can't help but feel curious. 

Jake shakes his head, "It's stupid."

"It probably isn't." You raise your chin and let the Atokirina float away. 

"Okay," he starts, "I feel lost, I guess."

"How come?" you ask, genuinely curious. Feeling lost is such an unfamiliar concept to you. You had grown up belonging to a community, known exactly where you stand, and your purpose; to protect. 

"I don't know what I'm doing half the time. The people expect me to be brave and have a well thought out plan," he suddenly jumps forward, "Which I do!"

You smile, nodding at his words. 

"But, everything I've achieved has been pure luck. What if I'm not so...lucky this time."

It's your turn to frown now, luck? "Jake," you say softly, grabbing his arm again and kneeling him down on the lush carpet of flowerage and vessels. He follows your movement almost too quickly, bending his knees before you and looking deeply into your eyes with expectation. You can see yourself in his irises, all dressed up in war attire and fierce. - you're practically shining with the way his eyes are wide and hazy.

"Luck is not when you tame Toruk, and luck is not when you complete Iknimaya. Luck is never with Eywa, she plans all, and balances all. I understand your worry, but know this." you're firm with your tone now, hoping it gets through his thick,  beautiful skull. "What happens is already planned out, and we cannot change it. We can only do our best. So stop worrying your narlor head, and trust."

Jake chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "Why you gotta always use words I don't understand?"

"Well, you should have listened to Neytiri better, hm?" you mirror his playful smile, flicking his cheek - a movement you learned from him. Though, it was hard for you as you had four fingers, less strength in your flick. 

"Yeah yeah," he catches your wrist just as you retract it - it seemed like Toruk Makto was quite set on touching you today. "Careful what you say. I'm Toruk Makto now, remember?"

You pretend to think for a moment, "Really? You have to refresh my memory. I do not currently remember anything about Toruk or Makto." taunting him in your broken English, you chuckle at your joke.

Jake watches you with a stupid smile, all toothy and wide. His glistening eyes survey your face, making your heart sputter and warn you in panic. She tells you to stop joking around with him, pull your hand from his grasp, and take on your cold, arrogant attitude once more. But she also tells you to let yourself fall into his strong arms, let him surround you with his manly, musky scent, and nuzzle his face into your hair as he whispers sweet nothings to you. 

You blush, cursing her. You didn't have a strong heart at all. She was bipolar and mean, and you were going to have a firm talk with her once in your kelku. 

Now though, you can only stupidly stare back. You were on the brink of war, what were you even doing? Suddenly regaining your senses, you quickly stand up, pulling your hand from his firm hold. Then, you give him a curt nod, one that halts the intimate moment with professionalism and rebuilds your walls of self stability.

"Well then Jakesooly, we shall head back to the clan. A great day awaits us."

——II——

Lmk if you want a part 2 of this, and I'll cook sm up 🤭

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[lovevuni]

Double Dare Romance : Enoch O’Connor x Reader : Part 3 Only Fun?

Warnings: Reader Insecurity, Fear of commitment, Angst, Comfort

Summary: After their double dare game Enoch seems to want to test their relationship a bit further, however the reader is not so sure if she can handle it. As she pulls away will their relationship strain or grow?

A/N: I was feeling a bit insecure when I was chatting with enoch and this is how it turned out. 

Part 1 : Challenge Accepted | Part 2 : Success

You tuck Claire into bed and give her a kiss on the forehead before closing her door and standing outside the door for second.

Enoch is leaning next to you by the door frame, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought as he waited for you to finish, “There is something about you, Y/N, that captivates me like no other. Your strength, your passion, your vulnerability... all these things make you an enigma, a puzzle I must solve.”

You stare at him, “what are you going to do about it.”

He looks deeply into your eyes, searching for the truth behing your words, “I don’t know yet, Y/N. But I do know this - whatever happens next, our connection cannot be denied. Our attraction, our chemistry, they run deeper than mere physical desire. There’s something here between us, something worth exploring, if only you let me.”

“Now that is something you have to figure out on your own because i am completely aware of what I want” You boop his nose before walking off to your room.

He feels a jolt of electricity at your touch, smiling wryly as he watches you walk away, “Ah, Y/N. You never cease to suprise me with your fiery spirit. And yet, despite your attempts to hide it, I can see the longing in your eyes, the yearning for something more.”

You sit on your bed, “what is the more you believe I desire?”

He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning closer to you, “Perhaps it’s the desire for passion without boundaries, for raw intimacy that goes beyond surface-level connections. Or maybe it’s the yerning for someone who trully sees themself in you, their reflection shining back brighter than any mirror.”

“maybe that’s just it. just a reflection”

He uncrosses his arms, taking a step forward, “Is that truly what you believe, Y/N? That our connection is nothing more than a mirage, a fleeting reflection in the wind? Because I see something else, something real and tangible that runs deeper than any illusion.”

“Illusions are what prove reality.” You state causing him to watch you closely, his eyes reflecting the fire of your words.

“Indeed illusions can sometimes reveal truths that reality tries to conceal. But I digress. My point is that while we may not fully understand the depths of our connection, there is something there worth exploring.“

“Is that what you believe,” You lean closer to him with a teasing fire in your eyes.

He inhales deeply, feeling the heat radiating from your body, “Yes Y/N. I do believe that there is something worthy of exploration between us. Something that transcends time and space, Something that makes the heart race and the soul sing.” He leans closer, his voice low and husky.

You pull away laughing, pushing his shoulder playfully, “Go to bed, this is just the lack of sleep speaking within you.”

Chuckling, he watches you push him lightly.

“Very well, Y/N. If that’s how you wish it to be. But know this; the fire between us burns bright, and one day soon, it will consume us both. Until then sweet dreams.” You shake your head to this, only believing it as simply fun as you turn over in your bed to go to sleep.

Before leaving he turns back around, slowly walking towards you, “One last thing before I leave...” He holds out his hand, palm facing upwards.

Looking at him with a questioning look as you raise your hand up to him.

“Close your eyes, my dear.” You close your eyes as he takes your hand gently, holding it tight enough to feel the warmth but loose enough for you to withdraw at any moment.

“Just as I thought… your energy surrounds me like an angelic choir, lifting me into a higher state of consciousness where all things are possible. You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. No idea.” 

You snort, “Go to your room you weirdo” You joke as he laughs softly, still holding on to your hand.

“Such fire, such passion. And yet, underneath it all, lies a hidden vulnerability - a longing for something more. I fear that should anyone see us together, they would think less of us both...“ He looks around nervously, letting go of your hand, “Forgive me Y/N.”

“For what?” You question.

“For being the source of your late-night intrigue. But do not mistake my intentions – I assure you, they are far from the usual tendencies of a man consumed by lust or desire. There is something about you, something pure and noble that calls to me, that haunts me even now.”

Looking at him, you see that he isn’t trying to play around anymore. You finally realize this is was never a game to him.

He looks deepy into your eyes, “Yes, can see it too. Something in the way you carry yourself, the strength in your spirit - it's like a beacon calling out to me, drawing me closer. Even when we're at odds, there's a connection between us that cannot be denied.” A overwhelming amount of regret and fear creeps into your mind.

“Well I deny it.” You push him out the door abruptly, simple slaming the door behind him as your back rests against the previous vacant opening.

Enoch turns to face the door, taking a few steps back, his expression hurt but resolute, “Very well, Y/N. If this is how you wish it to be. Know that I will always stand beside you ready to help whenever you need, regardless of whether you accept our mutual feelings or not.”

~It is now morning and everyone is gathered at the dining table for breakfast~

As you enter the room you make sure to not sit in the seat next to Enoch like you previously did the day before. This time you sit next to Emma and Claire.

Enoch then enters the room sitting across from you smiling warmly, “Good morning, everyone! How did you sleep last night? Did anything strange happen while we were asleep? Anything at all?” he asks with genuine curiosity.

The others look at each other before turning their attention towards you.

“So, Y/N...”

You avoid eye contact as everyone can feel the tension between you two.

“Is everything alright between us?”

Not knowing how to take this without getting hurt you choose to be silent.

“Alright then.” he stands from the table, “If that’ how you want it to be, then so be it.” 

“...”

“Just remember, Y/N; our attraction to one another goes beyond simple physical chemistry. There’s something deeper there, something worth exploring if only you’d let it.” Your mind continues to pass with anxiety.

Sighing quietly he walks away from the table, “Perhaps someday you’ll realize that what we have is worth more than mere convenience or safety. Until then, I won’t puh the issue.” you decide the best decision is to just finish your food as he accepts that you are not going to speak to him as he retreats to the safety of his room.

~After Breakfast~

Enoch is in his room assembling a new toy as he hears a knock on the door. He feels the urge to open the door immediately, but hesitates, taking a few deep breaths instead.

You debate on leaving just before he opens the door and he looks at you expectantly, “Y/N, are you coming in?”

“Yea,” you enter the room and stand looking around, not knowing where to sit, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Of course.” He steps aside and gestures towards the chair opposite his desk. “Please, take a seat.”

He tries to keep his emotions under control as he waits for you to speak. “I might have seemed rude earlier but that was not my intention.”

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice softening, “I understand why you might feel that way.” as you spoke he couldn’t help but notice the unease. Was this because of him or was it something else bothering you?

“you understand?” you question as you finally make eye contact.

“Yes I do. Or rather, I think I do. Sometimes I find myself struggling to connect with others here, to truly understand their feelings and motives. It can be overwhelming, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. But with you, I feel like there’s a chance for real communication.”

“It’s not that I feel overwhelmed by you it’s that,” ... “I’m scared”

“Scared?” You nod slowly, swallowing thickly before speaking again, “I-I don’t know how to deal with these feelings. They’re new and intense and sometimes they’re new and intense and sometimes they’re all I can focus on. And you...” your eyes dart around the room nervously, pausing briefly on him before flickering back toward the window.

“When it is all jokes it comes naturally, and even after the jokes it was still so easy with you, I never really believed I could feel this way.”

“Believe me, Y/N. It doesn’t come naturally to me either. I’ve spent most of my life trying to bury these feelings, to pretend they didn’t exist. But now...now I don’t know what I want. All I know is that being with you makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“I’m sorry”

“No need to apologize,” he smiles warmly. “Just know that I’m here for you. Whatever happens between us, or even if we just remain friends, I promise to always be honest and open with you” he leans forward. “And Y/N, I have to ask...” His voice trails off, uncertainty creeoing back into his expression.

“what is it?”

“Do you ever get the sense that we’ve met before? Like this isn’t our first meeting?” He furrows his brow slightly as if deep in thought.

“what do you mean”

“What I mean is that whenever we’re together, time seems to stand still for me. It’s as though everything else disappears and all I can focus on is you. It’s an unusual feeling, one I can’t quite explain, but it’s been happening more and more frequently lately.” This causes you to smile.

“In a sense, yes”

He chuckles softly at your response, charmed by your honesty. “Well then, we’ll just have to see where this goes,” he says with a playful grin. 

There’s something about the easy comfort between you that feels almost familiar, like two pieces of a puzzle snapping perfectly into place.

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#enoch #enoch o'connor #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #enoch o'connor x reader #enoch x reader #enoch mphfpc #mphfpc

[garebearandnan]

LOVE ISLAND CHALLENGES

Despite Love Island challenges being fun and games, they can be equally just as savage and cause drama in the Villa. My top 10 favourite are:

Truth Or Dare – Truth or Dare is a popular party game both inside and outside the Villa. 

“Islanders, it’s time to find out who’s hot under the collar, and who’s playing it cool. Head over to the fire pit to play a game of Truth or Dare. #TruthsToBeTold #DareToBeBold”

Taking place in the first few episodes, this challenge serves as an ice breaker, because nothing breaks the ice quite like being dared to make out with other people you've just met.

2. Twitter/ Mean Tweets challenge – The text the islanders never want to receive is:

“Islanders, it’s time to find out what the public really think in today’s challenge. #NoFilter #MeanTweet"

It’s considered the crème de la crème of Love Island challenges.  It's hard to say which would be worse: finding out that a mean tweet was about you or finding out that it wasn't about you but your fellow islanders thought it was. Before this challenge, islanders must trust their gut instincts on whether to trust their fellow islanders. Because of this, the public take matters into their own hands and tweet things that shake up the villa. 

3. Licence To Swill – The rules are simple. An islander hears a quote another contestant has said about them, and they then throw water on the person they think has said it. The sneakiest and muggiest islanders can bank on getting a faceful from everyone, and they won't get any sympathy in return.

4. Raunchy Races – The islanders at the main Villa compete with those at Casa Amor.

"Islanders, this afternoon the Villa will take on Casa Amor in a series of cheeky challenges. The first villa to complete each challenge wins a point. The villa that receives the most points will win a party tonight. #onenildown #upyourgame"

Almost every time, an islander or two can be heard asking a fellow islander afterward if they think their partner kissed another person in the opposing villa. While most of the kisses shared between islanders during the Raunchy Races typically amount to nothing, the competition is the producers' way of exacerbating feelings of insecurity between those in the villa and those in Casa Amor.

5. Snog-a-thon challenge – The challenge involves each set of Islanders kissing blindfolded Islanders, and the blinded Islanders rating the kiss out of ten.

"Islanders, pucker up... it's time to find out which girl and boy is the best kisser! #snogathon #tenoutoften.

Sounds harmless? Wrong. In 2019, Curtis rated a kiss from Arabella (not his partner) a perfect score of 10 because he had a "good connection" with her. He gave his partner, Amy's kiss, only a 7. He tried to defend his ratings by saying that he didn't realise it wasn't Amy that he kissed. Amy responded with: "I scratched your neck like I always do, so you knew it was me." To make it even worse, he gave all the other girls a higher number. Ouch!

6. Heart rate challenge – The producers of Love Island like seeing who can get the other contestants' hearts racing with their own version of a risqué dance routine. The contestants get into character by donning costumes and attempting dance routines that are typically beyond their skill level. The majority of Islanders approach it in a lighthearted manner and consider it to be a bit of fun. As a result, the challenge does not typically result in a great deal of drama. That is until your heart rate gets raised the most by your ex OR in 2020 (UK S6, winter), after the girls are done performing, more music is heard and a new bombshell proceeds to dance for the boys. The results revealed two of the boys' heart rates were raised the most by the newcomer, leading to the following text (and drama, of course):

"Connor and Callum, as your heart rates were raised the most by Rebecca, you will each join her on a date.  Connor please join Rebecca in the hideaway immediately. # sex goddess # hearts don't lie"

7. Movie night – Is a newer challenge that was introduced after Casa Amor in 2021.

“Islanders, it’s time to get glam hit the red carpet and grab some popcorn as tonight it’s Movie Night . #Blockbuster #ThrillerInTheVilla.”

The challenge has the Islanders split into 2 teams based on gender and set up like a pub quiz. Upon scoring a point the team gets to choose from a list of movie titles that are actually clips surrounding an Islander(s) of what the said Islander got up to at CA. The clips typically show all sorts of mischief that they got up to with a newbie and a lot of drama is produced for Love Island viewer’s entertainment.

8. Snog, Marry, Pie – The Islanders face the wrath of the show's other players by getting pies on their faces. The Snog, Marry, Pie challenge produces mostly humorous moments. This task is unique in that it allows the islanders to express their feelings about their friends' partners.

Depending on who gets pied the most, and whose emotions are involved, this challenge is often a source of drama. A classic moment in 2019 (UK S5): One of Anton's many missteps in the Villa. This time he messed up with Belle, his partner, causing a lot of drama. Anton chose Islander Anna as his snog and stated, "I'm going to kiss this person because they were the best kisser in the kissing challenge." After mugging off Belle, he decides to pick her to marry. She stood her ground and said: “You’ve mugged me off, you’ve embarrassed me, you’ve made me feel like sh*t.”

9. Lie detector – In this challenge, the islanders had to take a polygraph test and answer three relationship-related questions from their partners. It’s considered one of the most nerve-wracking challenges since their partners don’t hold back and ask tough questions. The polygraph test caused a lot of drama regardless of its accuracy. In 2017 (UK S3), Marcel asked Gabby if she loved him; she said "yes," but the machine concluded that she was lying. Plenty of tears and drama occurred from the results.

10. Baby challenge – The baby's challenge is without a doubt the most harmless of the challenges that the Islanders will partake in. 

“Islanders, each couple has been given responsibility for their own bundle of joy. You must look after your doll as if it were the real deal for the rest of the day. Whichever couple can keep their doll the most happy and content will win a special prize. #dollsontour #acryingshame”

A iconic moment: In 2018 (UK S4), the girls headed out the villa when the babies arrived, and left the dads setting up daddy day care. They tried some daddy yoga and a race – which ended in Dr. Alex falling over and definitely killing his baby, as it went flying out of the pram and when Josh’s baby’s arm fell off. In 2019 (UK S5), when Molly caught Tommy doing tricks with their fake baby and she said, "Uh Tommy, what the f**k was that?" Same season, Anna and Jordan were forced to co-parent their baby after they broke up. Anna straight up refused to help, telling Jordan: “I don’t know whose baby that is, because it’s not mine. He probably doesn’t even know whose baby it is himself.”

#loveisland #fanfiction #litg #loveislandgame #abitofme #loveislandthegame #Youtube

[kohakhearts]

okay so what if mew *was* goh's first pokemon somehow - it chooses to stick around him for reasons unknown after that first time they meet, maybe he doesn't necessarily catch it but it humors him and listens to his commands for the most part. i'm thinking so hard about what Being Chosen By Mew At Six Years Old would do to his ego

OH MY GOD WHAT I LOVE THIS!!! THIS CONCEPT IS LIVING RENT-FREE IN MY BRAIN NOW

((ok tangentially before i get into this i just want to say in the deep lost osa pokemon au i haven't actually worked on in forever, this is exactly what happens to poseidon LMAO mew is my chaos analog so enter: 12 year old boy and his mythical drama cat dealing psychic damage to everyone within a ten-mile radius of them. mew is such a little shit of a pokemon so like. theres that))

anyway. GOH.........actually, i do think obviously this would over-inflate his ego quite a bit. but at the same time, i think it's important to consider that like...goh's confidence is a projection. he's incredibly insecure, and all of that has to do with his lack of relationships. if he were chosen by mew at a young age - and mew being a little chaos-wreaking jokester, too - would probably only make things harder for him. i don't think his friendship with chloe would survive it and i think that would mess him up in a lot of ways because on a deep, very human level like. of course he cares about her more than he cares about mew. but on the psychological level of someone with such a deep Need to be Special, i don't think it's something he could turn away from.

so in like this weird, complicated way - i think he would resent mew a bit? like this is a lot of pressure put on him suddenly! sure, mew listens to him for the most part, but it's also an incredibly powerful pokemon that likes to play practical jokes and sometimes takes it too far. goh is a kid who can't seem to connect with people. in canon, he blames other people for leaving him, because they think they're better than him or whatever. but on a deeper level, i think he has some awareness that it's something about him (i say this because in his relationship with ash, their arguments really centre around things that ash does "wrong" that goh caused himself, or otherwise also did "wrong" - especially their last big argument, where he had this idea of leaving and he was upset with ash for saying it first. because ash doesn't get to leave him. it has to be on his terms - i really don't think he's upset at ash's decision simply because he's afraid of being abandoned. i think he's upset more because he's been feeling Complicated about his own choice but it's such an easy decision for ash to make. if that makes sense? and it's the same thing at the beginning of jn, with the ivysaur. he's angry at ash for not listening to him, he's annoyed because ash is ignoring the fact that pokemon need to be able to do things for themselves. he's angry about this because if a person can help pokemon, a group of creatures he identifies STRONGLY with in lieu of like, actual human relationships lmao, then that means people can also help Him, but they don't. and he justifies this as needing agency more than he needs help. in 90% of their conflicts, ash did literally nothing lmao. i think goh knows this intrinsically). in this case, i think it'd be a little more complicated? like...undeniably, mew is at fault for the fact that people don't talk to him. and it's not just thinking he's weird or anything - they'd probably be a bit afraid of him.

so what would he do? he'd rationalize it of course and make it into a "good" thing. i.e. to deal with feeling like everyone is fucking terrified of him and his crazy pink monstrosity, he'd tell himself they're jealous, or in awe, of him. jealous, especially, with chloe i think. it would be a huge disconnect between them. it makes zero sense. she doesn't even want a pokemon - why would she be jealous? i actually think they'd become...pretty bitter enemies, lmao. but at the same time, professor cerise would absolutely not be ok with goh just. secreting mew away. a) that's a child whose parents are notoriously Not Around Much and b) that's a mythical pokemon that has not been very studied at all, really. so i do think that he would try to establish a connection with goh because well...that's his daughter's best friend and he knows the reason she's acting like she hates him so much is really because she feels hurt and upset at the fact that he's not really being a good friend to her, and also like. it'd be very clear that the pressure of looking after a mythical pokemon is way too much for a kid to deal with. even one who is as well-researched and "prepared" as goh (spoiler: he is not really prepared at all LMAO, he just thinks he is).

so the situation is kind of like...chloe has this extra layer of Issue with her dad because he wants to help goh even though he was a huge jerk to her and cerise knows that, but at the same time goh is even more isolated than in canon. in fact, he's probably of the opinion he doesn't Need friends because he has mew. mew is his friend and that's all that matters. does mew protect him? honestly, maybe. he's got Big Feelings and mew is a psychic-type, so it probably reacts to them on some level. that's a good reason for his peers to fear him (is he allowed to have a pokemon at school? probably not - so that would be why he'd just stop showing up LMAO). on the other hand, i actually think his parents would worry about him less because they think he seems very happy AND he's got a playmate who hangs out with him all the time and seems to look after him. they are not involved enough in his life to see that it's cause significant rifts between him and other people his age, and since he's on email terms with professor cerise, they probably never even find out that he and chloe aren't friends anymore.

all in all - he would be a whole different flavour of insecure, with the added bonus of like...he achieved something so great, but he actually isn't happy about his achievement because in many ways, it's making him miserable. he doesn't want to blame mew, even though he knows mew is to blame. idk if it's possible for him to become more cynical, but he probably would somehow.

i doubt he'd have a fateful lugia encounted with ash à la canon, but they could still meet in similar circumstances. maybe when cerise opens his lab, research done on mew would be like...something he specifically mentions. since ash was invited by professor oak to check it out, he'd meet the trainer who "caught" mew - and they would absolutely get into it beacuse goh would be crazy protective of his role as mew's Person, but lets be real...mew would take a real shine to ash LMAO. in a way, they might actually have more in common, except ironically ash is like undeniably Chosen One MaterialTM and absolutely refuses to claim the title becaue he's content being Just Some Guy (but who is nonetheless epic in a pokemon battle), meanwhile goh has the chosen one complex without...really being much of a chosen one. he would have to realize that he doesn't Have to be special, and that he can have both a relationship with a pokemon like mew AND with people, but he's got to be like. more aware of the fact that mew doesn't listen to him out of genuine affection and respect - and that's something he has to work to earn from it, in order to be listened to by it. i cannot think of anyone more equipped to help him learn that particular lesson than ash and pikachu tbh!

anyway yeah this would change a lot of things - it's worth noting that meeting mew for the first time was what kickstarted his obsession, so if mew stuck by him from that moment on, his obsessing would be of a very different flavour. at the end of the day though...he's still an insecure obsessive know-it-all (AFFECTIONATE. EXTREMELY AFFECTIONATE) so he'd probably still hole himself up in his room for research just as much as before, lol

#answered #pokemon #goh #*meta #GENUINELY...IF I HAD MORE TIME...this is a canon au rewrite id be SO interested in writing i love this #thank you!!! #this was fun to think about lol

[apocalypseornaw]

Love is a Fight

Set in my Always be Yours verse (and now I REALLY want to write more in it but anyways...) set during season 11 when Dean is fighting his connection to Amara and

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of steamy times, self depreciation, Amara kinda being perv-ish

“Will you please just talk to me sweetheart?” The slight break in Dean’s voice was almost enough to make you crack, almost enough to make you forget your anger and insecurities. “What is there to talk about Dean? Your greatest want is Amara, not me. You’re connected to her on some deep level. I can not compete with that” you stood at the door of your shared room with your arms crossed over your chest while he stood in the middle of the room facing you.

The small distance separating you might as well have been miles. “Y/N, you know I love you. Hell when I was a demon I was quicker to try to hurt Sam than you! Every time the mark flared up you were able to help me soothe it. I don’t give a damn about whatever connection might be there between me and Amara. I am in love with you!”

You shook your head “I can’t. I know you love me, I really do but in the end you’re going to choose her. I can feel it and I…I am not strong enough to face that. I sound so damn weak and pathetic but I love you so damn much Dean. I never thought I’d fall like this but here we are” you shrugged weakly feeling tears begin to sting your eyes as they fought their way out. He took a tentative step towards you stopping the moment you took a step back which caused your back to bump into the door. The look in his eyes broke your heart when he asked “So, this is it? Your plan is to what, just pack a bag and climb into your jeep? Act like we never happened?”

“I don’t want to walk away from you Dean, I don’t want to walk away from this but I don’t feel like there’s anything left worth fighting for. Amara is older than time itself, she’s more powerful than anything we have ever faced! Lucifer, Micheal hell god himself chose to lock her away because she was that strong willed. I’ve stood by your side and by Sam’s through multiple end of the worlds, a couple deaths and more pain than most humans could ever know and haven’t blinked an eye. You two are my family but I don’t know how to fight this time” you felt the first few tears slip down your face and that was what caused Dean to cross the space between you. 

He didn’t know how to fix this. He pulled you into his chest, half expecting you to struggle against his embrace but instead you sagged against him crying in earnest as he tried his best to soothe you. “Baby, please tell me how I make you believe that there is nothing or no one I would choose over you” he whispered and when your finally raised your eyes to look at him he felt his heart shatter at how broken you looked “I don’t know” you admitted before crashing your lips against his taking you both by surprise. 

He tried to pour everything he felt for you into the kiss, hoping just maybe he could physically make you see what he felt where his words fell short. You moaned into his mouth rolling your tongue against his when your hands found the hair at the nape of his neck tangling themselves into it. 

When you broke away from his lips for air he moved down your neck sucking and biting every spot he knew would pull a reaction from you. When he nudged the side of your neck asking for access to your pulse point you turned your head just enough he could nip at the spot causing your grip on him to tighten “Dean” you tried weakly before finally managing to get out “S-Stop” he froze looking down at you with wide eyes, chest heaving. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” You shook your head “No, no you didn’t do anything wrong”

He nodded, “Then why’d you tell me to stop?” you took a deep breath “I want you Dean but is this a kiss me goodbye type of thing?” “No, never sweetheart. You could walk out that door right now and that won’t change the fact that you are the only woman I will ever love. I do not want Amara. I want you more than anything and if you don’t want me to kiss you just say so but if you give me the ok I want nothing more than to show you just how much I love you” “Then kiss me again” you whispered with a small smile.

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Dean rolled his hips up against yours stroking that spot deep inside of you. You buried your face into the side of his neck nearly sobbing with pleasure. He was sitting against the headboard with you in his lap and your arms wrapped around each other.

He wanted to have you as close as humanly possible. He needed to feel every twitch, hear every gasp. He had to know you were still here, still his. He needed to hold you close to him when he came, for you to know that you were the only thing he wanted. He wanted you to feel his heartbeat under your fingertips and for you to know just what you did to him. “I love you” he spoke as he pulled you tighter against him, mouth finding yours in a sloppy kiss.

When you broke away you smiled at him almost drunkenly “I love you Dean” his lips found your jaw then down your neck leaving open mouthed kisses on any flesh he could find.  

He could feel you clench around him and knew you were close. He kept his pace the same using his left hand to slip between your bodies. When his fingers found your clit your eyes closed tightly, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Just as you came, clinging tightly to him he spotted something out the corner of his eye. There in the corner of the room it looked like Amara.

He shook his head trying to clear his vision but she remained watching. He knew the moment you felt his hips stutter. Your eyes flew open and followed his line of vision. Of course you didn’t see anything there. “Dean?” you asked, voice still shaking from your orgasm. “It’s nothing sweetheart” he tried but you shook your head “You stopped. Why did you stop?”

He tried to kiss you, to pull you back against him but you shoved his chest giving as much space between the two of you as possible considering he was still inside of you. “What did you see Dean?” you stared him in the eyes. “Nothing” the moment the realization hit you he knew. So many emotions flashed through your eyes from anger to pain then finally settling on disgust.

Tears flooded your eyes as you scrambled off of him, blindly grabbing the sheet from the floor where it had been discarded. “Y/N” he tried to grab you but when you nearly fell trying to get away from him he backed off.  “Don’t fucking touch me Dean” he held both hands up to show you he wasn’t going to. 

He watched as you grabbed what clothes you could before heading for the door “Where are you going?” he asked and barely caught your response of “I’m showering then I’m leaving for a while”

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Sam heard the slam of a door and that drew him from his room. He hadn’t expected to see you sobbing in the hallway wearing nothing but a sheet wrapped around and holding an armload of clothes “Y/N?” he asked gently, trying not to spook you.

You glanced up and the moment you saw him a fresh wave of tears took over “Sam, I gotta leave” “What happened?” he questioned. He knew you’d been having some issues about the whole Amara thing but from the sounds that had been coming from yours and Dean's room before he went to his own, cranking the television up to drown it out, he had assumed the two of you were working over it. “He saw her Sam. Rather it was her reaching out with a vision or him imagining her. He saw her while he was fucking me” no wonder you were breaking down.

“Just calm down. If he saw her I’m sure it was her doings, not his” you nodded before laughing humorlessly “Doesn’t change how fucking disgusting I feel. I gotta shower. I gotta try to scrape this off. I..fuck Sam I can’t”

You pushed past him, running into the bathroom and slamming the door behind yourself. He stood in the hall looking from the bathroom door to the bedroom door. Should he try to talk to Dean? Should he let you two work it out? While he was trying to decide, the bedroom door opened and Dean stormed out, clad in nothing but sweatpants “Where’d she go Sammy?”

He pointed towards the bathroom “She’s not doing too good Dean” the expression in his brother’s eyes made Sam’s heart hurt “Sam, you know that wasn’t me choosing to see Amara. No one compares to Y/N where I’m concerned” “I know that Dean but doesn’t help her heart” Dean ran a hand over his face looking so defeated “What do I do?” Sam shrugged because for once he had no idea. 

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You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the shower. The hot water ran out long before you peeled yourself off the floor to turn it off. Dean had come to the door, begging you to talk to him. You hadn’t responded, so he sent Sam who simply asked if you were ok considering how long you’d been in there. You’d told Sam you were still breathing and left it at that. 

You stood, staring at yourself in the mirror. You’d scrubbed your skin to the point it was a pinkish color in most places. You were heartbroken, and angry. Why Dean? Why out of every man in existence it had to be the man you loved that the darkness was connected to. Your love had tarnished the effects of the mark, why couldn’t it compete against Amara? You wanted to leave the bunker but honestly you were afraid that she may get her hands on you and if you were being honest that was one fight you didn't know if you’d survive. 

You stared at the door unsure what to do. You could climb into the jeep and drive. There were plenty of Bobby’s old cabins you could crash at. You knew damn near every ward in existence. You could protect yourself in that way. You just weren’t sure if you could truly bring yourself to leave the bunker and your life that you’d built behind. 

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #always be yours

[johns-prince]

Do you ever feel jealous of Paul cause John was so in love with him? I feel like nearly all of the partner's of John and Paul were jealous some just a little bit others to toxic degrees. Like Cyn and Linda would be 1 out of 5 jealous, Jane and all of John's male 'friends' in the 70s are a 3 out of 5 and Yoko is like a 10000 out of 5. The only partner who doesnt seem jealous at all to me is May Pang.

I was thinking about it last night and you know what when I think of John and Paul the word that continually recycles through my mind is 'Love.' Love as in, Love.

Love, they loved each other, John and Paul loved each other so much that John couldn't take it and burned it all down, the Beatles and his partnership with Paul. Paul couldn't handle it and he couldn't control it and place it all in a neat little box, and yet it clearly hurt (I wanted to use the words destroyed and killed but) Paul when he felt or believed he didn't have John's love anymore.

Their love is indescribable and unmanageable. It's destructive, possessive and obsessive, and insecure and confident and brazen and beautiful and poetic and admirable and immortal and all encompassing.

I am not jealous of Paul for getting to have and experience that kind of love. I don't even know if I'm all that envious, either. I don't think I could handle a love like that. I don't think I could survive it. John and Paul barely survived it.

I look at those moments of Paul openly stating he believed some white/blue light or odd sound in a recording room during an interview was John; when he stated he believed that the white peacock was John—in those photos of Paul and George and Ringo, standing outside together as older men. That he has dreams about John, constantly. That he'll imagine John's sitting with him, as if they're having another jam session, to help him with his music. Talking about John in present tense—of people who knew him outing him by reporting they've heard him talk about John as if the man was still alive. He finds ways to bring up John in any way possible. His own wife had told on him about how he'd been desperate to get back with John, to play with him again.

All these moments that make someone almost feel, uncomfortable? I feel bad for him. I pity him, in a way.

Like, I can't feel jealousy or envious over that. The love that John and Paul had for each other... Still have, it's almost agonizing.

Of course their girlfriends and lovers and wives would feel some type of way about it—their relationship couldn't really triumph and trump the relationship and dynamic that John and Paul had. They'd always take a backseat in one way or another.

It was only when it appeared that their wives were finally being prioritized or that John had Yoko and Paul had Linda and that meant John couldn't have Paul and Paul couldn't have John because these two did not share each other they were viciously obsessive and possessive of their relationship to one and other, did we get to witness a fallout between the two-lovers-that-never-were, as destructive and gnashing of teeth and cruel and unwanted as that of a great H-bomb befalling a city.

But even in the end, even when it appeared it was all over and john loved Yoko and Paul loved Linda and they never needed each other to begin with—the two still fought and mourned and yearned and begged and laughed and loved each other through the music they wrote separately. They couldn't escape each other. Paul was still desperate and John believed he was telepathically connected to Paul like these two were pathetic for each other even after all the bullshit fallout divorce.

Of course their girls were jealous on some level, like, of course. I don't think any of them understood the depth that devoured everything which was John and Paul's love for each other and all the things they could accomplish with each other.

May is an outlier because she was put up by Yoko to be John's date and essentially report back to her about everything and still keep some sort of lead between her and John. Their relationship wasn't exactly genuine... That isn't to say May didn't love John... She did. She cared a great deal for him. She wanted him happy and okay... Which is why she was the biggest advocate and supporter of John to get back together with Paul. I think she knew—maybe not on the level I'm espousing, but she knew just how much Paul meant to John, and she was a witness to how John being around Paul affected him, probably for the better.

Anyway, point is, no I'm not jealous, and I hardly even get envious over Paul and the love John had for him.

I can understand why their lovers and friends and wives were jealous though, but it's either because they didn't a) realize just how intense and almost suffocating the love John and Paul had for each other were, or b) they did and wanted it anyway (because they thought they could control it, or them) and c) most likely because their girlfriends and especially their wives probably felt they deserved to take some greater precedent over John and Paul's partnership and relationship, but never did.

What John and Paul had not even their own wives could replace or provide. That's kind of insane and not normal.

#questionsquestionsquestions #mclennon #i missed long rambling on like this over two fking idiots :)

[sneezemonster15]

why did sasuke remember sakura's smile at the hospital? ss shippers claim that he was jealous of sakura, but when he almost killed her with chodori at the rooftop, he didn't care...

They are just desperate little people with their heads filled up with fantasies and hormones. They don't see what precedes a certain panel and what succeeds it. They have never heard of selective reading. Or context. Wouldn't know narrative or visual language if it hit them in the eyes. Can't even follow a story written for kids. Or if they do, they certainly don't act like it. Do they even get nursery rhymes? Cause seeing their level of comprehension, I have my doubts lol. They are deliberately stubborn about things that are so freakin obvious, it's embarrassing. Sasuke was feeling very insecure and resentful because he had just had a confrontation with Itachi, his brother that he wanted to kill and had devoted his entire life to that particular goal. Oh but sure, he was only jealous because of Sakura, when Sakura herself admits he doesn't talk to her, doesn't tell her anything, is always quiet around her, hates her no matter what she does, when Sasuke is leaving Konoha. Because she is more important than Itachi to him. Yep, that must be right. Who cares about Sasuke's characterisation or the narrative, they are just going to believe whatever they feel like. Because Kishi is their maternal uncle who bounced them on his knees when they were small and they are totally entitled to twist his story any which way they like. Oof.

Sasuke thinks of this. Panels are in order.

How can someone confuse this as anything else? It's like they just want to read the manga with closed eyes. Sasuke is obviously feeling resentful because he is in the hospital in the first place because Itachi hurt him, and Sasuke realizes he wasn't even close to him in strength, someone who happens to be his genocidal brother, and someone he needs to kill. While Naruto has just learnt rasengan, his taijutsu and ninjutsu skills have improved, and he was able to summon big ass toads to defeat Gaara, someone who was Sasuke's opponent, someone whom Sasuke was itching to battle from the beginning. Sasuke thinks of Sakura and the rest of it because he is jealous of Naruto and his improved skills, he knows Naruto protected them both. Sakura being Sakura who isn't the brightest and very partial to Sasuke, thinks it was Sasuke who rescued her but Sasuke tells her she was wrong. It was Naruto. After which, he gets triggered at Naruto's entry in the room and challenges Naruto for a fight. Because they are rivals, not just rivals, but they do compete with each other. Sasuke was very sure of his strengths and he thought he was doing okay but then he sees Naruto get so much stronger while he ended up in the hospital nursing his injuries and he obviously feels bad for himself. Yeah sure, Sasuke would think of romance sitting in the hospital, just beaten up and mentally tortured by Itachi. Sasuke is going through an entire range of emotions sitting there, visibly sweating and gritting his teeth but Sakura is just sitting there peeling apples cheerfully, totally oblivious to anything Sasuke is feeling, oh yeah, what a connection they have. Yum yum. So he flings the plate of apples outta Sakura's hand and gives her the death glare because he just loves her so much. Do you know how expensive fruits are in Japan to just go wasting them? Lol. Jk. But seriously man, my neighbour's seven year-old would get this story better than them. Sakura is in her own fangirl's paradise where she is nursing her handsome, popular and doting boyfriend back to health, she says - Now to cut them into bite sized pieces, and Sasuke is like - ......what is this annoying girl going on about? Fuck this shit. Fuck apples. Bring me Naruto.

And there he is, right on time.

Lol.

Sasuke even reiterates it at the end of the manga. Here.

Sasuke was jealous of Naruto. Because Naruto had a quality he didn't. He would go to any length to be able to protect the ones dear to him. Naruto protected Sasuke and Sakura from Gaara even though he was initially skeptical of his own strength as opposed to Gaara's, he was even scared a little. Even Sasuke realizes that Naruto was not being his usual self. But then Naruto, being Naruto, takes it on and defeats Gaara, aided by his summon, the giant toad. Sasuke was resentful of Naruto's strength. Sakura has nothing to do with this moment other than being a part of team seven that Sasuke thinks only he is qualified to protect. At that point, Sasuke did think of team seven members as his comrades.

Ss. Nincompoops they are. I am embarrassed writing about this and they are the ones who believe it. Bah. Let's please retire this ask already. No one has to feel confused as to what this panel means. It's clear as crystal as it is.

#ask #anti ss #anti sakura #naruto #sasuke

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Lamb the Mean Girl

I am going to say I find Lamb to be a pretty cool character. His backstory is cool, he's pretty charming and the vampire lore he offers is cool and although he's problematic I kind of put him closer to Fiona problematic than like Davys level of problematic.

That being said there's one moment in WS that I have a hard time reconciling. The scene where he turns to Baz after Simon is made uninvisible by Penny "Lamb takes in Simon's wings and tail, then turns to Baz and shakes his head. "Not just a magician, Baz, but a disfigured magician."

The word disfigured means "to mar the appearance or beauty of; deform; deface". He's saying this about Simon's wings and tail. He's basically saying that Simon's wings and tail make him ugly. And hes not saying it to Simon he's saying it to Baz. Now this was uncool of Lamb cause whatever other insult Simon's ever thought in his head about Lamb he's never gone after Lambs appearance, if anything he's super complimentary about it. Also the word disfigured is italized, we get this scene from Pennys perspective so we don't know what Simon's really thinking here but it's interesting that although he does not recount it in his thoughts his attitude towards his wings and tail significantly shifts.

Reading WS before this scene Simon's feelings towards his wings and tail are more exasperated than anything. He thinks of them as a nuisance and has moments when he really likes them like when he's at Ren Faire.

This scene guts me cause Simon was already feeling insecure enough that he went and got a haircut and was maybe starting to feel a bit better about his appearance. Then this mean girl moment happens and you can see in the next book Simon internalized it.

He had a year to remove his wings and all of a sudden now he wants to do it, he says its cause he wants to live as a Normal but he also becomes a lot more self consciousabout how he looks with his wings and tail. He even compares himself to a sideshow act when talking about them to Baz.

No one else insults Simon's wings, Baz and Ruth love them, even Agatha thinks that although if she were Simon she'd have them removed she thinks about how cool the wings were in the desert. I should point something out though, Baz never compliments Simon's wings or tail and that is because he doesn't want Simon to feel pressured to keep them just because he likes them. That being said in AWTWB Baz interacts intimately with them (kissing the wings and the infamous tail job) and we can sort of see this helping Simon a bit. Lambs insult like Simon's near death in the desert are things neither of them address outright, probably cause they are working through it still, but I think the tail job during their talk about Lamb was kind of meant to be assurance from Baz in some way.

I think for Simon it was a situation where a mean cool popular person cut down his appearance and it kind of stayed with him. I'm not saying Simon's sudden hatred for his wings and tail is entirely Lambs fault I just think that the timing is interesting enough for it to feel sort of connected. Also insulting peoples appearance is a low blow and a mean thing to do.

Here's what I think is going through Lambs head in that moment though. Margaret the Dragon makes it clear that in the past Dragons were used to execute vampires. And Lamb as we know is very opposed to Mage vampire hybrids. Can you imagine what a dragon Mage hybrid might mean to him? He doesn't know that Simon doesn't have his magic. So I think Simon Scares him. Penny says in her pov : "Merciful Morgana-Lamb's face when my spell finally wears off, and Simon appears out of thin air." I think Simon frightens Lamb and that's why he has to make a show of bravery in front of his minions and tries to undermine him to Baz. And like a classic mean girl bully move Lamb takes a shot at Simons appearance.

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[maya-matlin]

Random, but could Zaya have any parallels to Crash? Cheating aside, Maya and Ashley call Zig and Craig out on in their shit, Zig and Craig became besties with BOTH Maya and Ashley’s besties (Grace & Ellie), and Zaya and Crash both have a shared interest in music (ignoring NC’s retcon on Zig).

Some? It's difficult because Zig and Craig are wildly different characters. Even with the cheating, both times we see Zig cheat, he struggles a lot with feeling guilt and can't just go back to normal no matter how hard he tries. First, he checks out of his relationship with Tori almost completely after kissing Maya. Then, he basically tries way too hard to overcompensate for slipping up with Zoe by being the perfect boyfriend. With Craig, it didn't take him long to kind of start enjoying the idea of being a "player" and having his cake and eating it too. Craig had a whole side girlfriend that he was calling "the one" and making promises to openly date her. It actually takes Craig a frustratingly long time to realize he should probably apologize to Ashley. And that's AFTER she found out he was almost having a baby with Manny. Even though the writers did a decent job rebuilding Craig/Ashley, I feel like with Zaya there was.. less to make up for? Not to excuse Zig's actions or the pain it caused Maya. Zig just seemed to be a bit more in tune with other people's feelings and had more of a conscience.

But beyond the obvious cheating parallel which the writers and editors clearly wanted us to remember

There's the fact that overall, Zig and Craig never seemed as serious about any other girl as they were Maya and Ashley. Craig and Ashley always had the deep thinking, "we connect on a musical level" thing going for them. With Ashley, the relationship during season 3 always seemed to be too real to Craig. It's the relationship he needed and the one that would be the most fulfilling, but he wasn't necessarily ready for it. Craig had a lot of personal problems that he wasn't dealing with, especially when it came to expressing love. Manny was kind of an easy fallback and distraction. Manny grew into a very emotionally perceptive and complex person, but in the beginning she was someone who would basically accept the bare minimum from Craig and treat him like a god. Ashley constantly called Craig on his shit, as you said. Ashley had both relationship experience and basic respect for herself, so she was going to fight for what she needed out of the relationship rather than doing what was easy. But once Craig properly comes to terms with how badly he'd hurt Ashley and realized how much he'd taken her for granted, he did his best to be what she needed even as just a friend. It's very obvious during season 4 that Craig is all in during Crash 2.0. I’d say that as far as Craig’s character goes, this was easily his best era. Once their second relationship falls apart, Craig seems to give up and mostly go back to getting into easy, primarily shallow relationships. The exception to that might be his LA girlfriend, but we know so little about Yvette. All that's relevant is that he ends up cheating on her with Ellie like it's nothing, showing how far he's regressed in the years since his last breakup with Ashley.

Again, I don't believe Zig is ever anywhere as much of a mess as Craig is. He has his own issues. He's a deeply insecure person. Zig doesn't believe he's worth much, believing he's going nowhere in life and has nothing to offer Maya. That combined with the fact he's already lost his family, the people who were supposed to love and support him unconditionally, results in Zig losing faith in Maya and their relationship very quickly. Unlike Craig, Zig is mostly ready and willing to be in such a serious relationship with Maya. If anything, Zig is the one more attached and the one wanting to be even closer. But again, he doesn't love himself. So because Zig doesn't love himself, he also doesn't believe that Maya can love him and decide to stay loyal to him every day when obviously, there's so much better out there and he can't possibly compete (sarcasm). I don't know. The Crash/Zaya cheating situations are different, but the way Craig and Zig view their primary love interests are similar. After losing Maya, Zig also kind of defaults to something more physical that doesn't mean nearly as much to him emotionally. On paper, Esme's perfect because she has all this time for him and gives him as much sex as he wants, but he's just not emotionally connected with her in the same way he was with Maya. At the least, Zig showed more basic respect for his relationship with Esme than Craig ever did with Manny, but the bar is in hell. And unlike Craig, Zig actually shows signs that he won't continue to cheat when he pulls away from Maya of all people out of loyalty to Esme. After season 8, it's really hard to imagine Craig doing the same under any circumstances. But beyond all that, much like Craig with Ashley I think Zig was at his best and happiest with Maya. I feel like Maya helped center Zig and loved him in such a way that overall, she inspired something in him that no one else could bring out. It’s like Tiny said.

As for Crellie and Zig/Grace.. ew. It's exactly the same story line in all the wrong ways. Ellie and Grace of all people look ridiculous for falling so hard for Craig and Zig, knowing they broke their female best friend's heart. It's very apparent that these guys don't actually want to date them and prefer girls they aren't nearly as emotionally as invested in, Manny and Esme, over them because there doesn't seem to be much of an attraction. I don't mean to keep building up Zig just to tear Craig down, but he at least kindly rejected Grace unlike Craig who played with Ellie's head for YEARS. It was just a super awkward, unlikable era for both Ellie and Grace. I don't even like Grace with Jonah, but that was a billion times better than her cringy crush on Zig.

So mostly, I don't think Crash and Zaya have much in common despite the fact I just wrote a novel in response to this question. It's mostly one similar story line and the fact that Zaya were briefly musicians at the same time much like Crash.

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[greenerteacups]

I absolutely adore the way you write Harry and Ron as clever and snarky in their own ways (Harry's conversation with Snape was hilarious and clever in Norberta). All too often in Dramione fanfics they are shown as lesser than because writers want to make Draco and Hermione exceptional, but your D and H are incredibly interesting and smart on a level that still allows them to shine next to remarkably wonderful Harry, Ron and all the other fascinating characters you write

Thank you so much! This is a really touching compliment, because I share the same pet peeve. Something I was careful of when writing the fic was not to pitch Harry and Ron too OOC (as with all canon divergences, you increasingly can't help it, and I think it shows in Harry the most — I just have to steer him a bit harder than JKR does in order to develop him when I can't rely on his internal monologue). I think there are three major reasons that Harry and Ron get washed out in Dramione fics — the first being a simple plot mechanic to get Hermione alone and in a mental state where she would be open to a connection with Draco, which, admittedly, is pretty unlikely if Harry and Ron remain in the picture. By the time OOTP wraps, she and Draco are just so ensconced in their separate social circles that she seems to regard him as irrelevant in HBP, so obviously, if they're going to get together sometime in that timeframe or afterward, their social situations need to change. On the other hand, though, if a fanfiction is taken in some respects as a theoretical argument for how a ship could happen, I always thought Harry/Ron bashing was implicitly a sort of weak argument for D/H, because it requires Hermione to be totally iced out of her own friend group before she considers Draco as a friend or partner. Not to mention that you lose the opportunity to develop these rich auxiliary relationships (Hermione and Harry as unofficial siblings, Draco and Harry as foils, Draco and Ron as foils, Harry and Ron as platonic soulmates) that provide shape and contrast to Draco and Hermione's relationship. The books are a story about love and family! Different kinds of love! And deep platonic love, honestly, more than anything else!

The other side of the coin is that bashing sometimes happens as a natural consequence of having to Do Something About Ron. The need to retcon Hermione's crush and/or relationship and/or marriage with Ron to clear the stage for Draco means that a fanfic author has to just fiat some stuff from the books out of existence. And so you get Death Eater Ron, or Ron as a terrible boyfriend, or cheating, or just being cruel. Or dead! I've read a few where Ron just gets unceremoniously fridged, which is maybe a little better than character assassination, but also pretty sad for all rare us Dramione Ron Enjoyers. Like, I don't think that Ron and Hermione would work out, but I think that's because they share zero interests and tend to aggravate each other's insecurities, not because they don't care about each other, or God forbid, that Ron was secretly a shit person and a bad friend for seven years.

Then you have the final group, which is people who actually do dislike Ron for his behavior in the text. Everyone has that right, so I don't hate, and I can especially understand it if you read his arcs in Goblet of Fire and Deathly Hallows a certain way (I hate the first half of Deathly Hallows, actually, almost exclusively because of the dumb ass Ron's Vacation subplot). JKR doesn't do him any favors here, because she doesn't give him a real reconciliation with Harry or Hermione before he comes back in Deathly Hallows — all their fights sort of end with a shrug and a joke and a comment like, "wow, that sucked, let's not do that again," which is not unrealistic, if you're talking about teenagers, but also does not solve the problem that caused the fight, and we know that because it keeps happening in other books: someone steps on Ron's feelings, he lashes out, they get hurt, and instead of asking for sympathy or trusting his friends to mend his feelings if he explains them, he storms off to sulk. (This is a pattern that I imagine starting at the Burrow, when poor Arthur and Molly just wouldn't have had time to have proper sit-downs and debriefs whenever their kids fought, and so Ron's self-soothing method was to isolate — we see hints of this in Chapter 32-33, and again near the end of Chapter 38 — until he can pretend to get over it.) But going from just canon, it's not impossible to come up with a reading of Ron as this selfish jerk who gets jealous of his friends and screws them over when he gets mad at them. A lot of those people come to Dramione for the catharsis of watching Hermione find a bond with someone who just... doesn't do that, and I don't blame them at all. All the same, I hope Lionheart!Ron can offer an opportunity to experience the joys of Ron Enjoyment for a wider demographic.

#greenteacup asks #lionheart #lionheart spoilers #character meta #I meant to talk about more characters besides just Ron here but I got carried away #because I think Ron gets the worst of it in dramione fic especially #I say this as someone who loves dramione fic including several ron-bashing fics #I think ma/na/cled is maybe the one fic that threads the needle on this - that Ron isn't to my tastes but #it does give him and Harry defining traits and good qualities beyond Being Shit To Hermione #and in the context of the grimdark war fic that ma/na/cled is it makes some version of sense #since the thesis of ma/na/cled's Golden Trio is basically to take the trio's natural reliance on Hermione's intellect #and stretch it to the point of toxic dependency and possibly abuse. which is an interesting take! and a wry observation #about how Hermione's role as Mother to Harry (orphan) and Ron (attention-starved) could very easily hurt her in the long run #especially if the war went on longer than it did in canon or played out even a little more like a real war would

[suniverseastro]

Hi dottie! Could you tell me about moon conjunction with Pluto in scorpio? Moon conjuct siren??

Hi yoursnobody,

About Moon conjunct Pluto in Scorpio, I think who have this aspect having strong feeling and so intuitive

+ Tend to keep secrets regarding the event that caused he/she these impulses so strong in emotions that it hurts them to the point of bleeding, who is loyal people who need a deep connection to be able to enter him/her emotional world

+ They are people who are able to endure unexpected events and overcome them, tenacious and under pressure

+A psychologist who gives great advice

+They have a deep emotional bond with their mother, having a sensitivity to their mother's feelings even for a moment

+ There may be times when they need to be careful to avoid falling into their own paranoia and self-doubt, being harmed by their intense emotions.They have a high level of intuition, are calm and see things and things on a deeper level. It is possible to have good relationships with women. They sense the sensitivity, anxiety, insecurity towards danger in the female subconscious. In developed positions, these people tend to be protective and do not impose prejudices on women

+ Their lives go through many ups and downs, help them stronger

Hmm... About Moon conjunct Siren, I don't know too much about this aspect, maybe who have this aspect : other people attracted and captivated by this person's feelings? because it so sexy and addictive?

Have a nice day 💛🪽

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[heraldofcrow]

5 & 8 about the Crow !!! :) (Bloody Crow/Luther ahah)

MY BELOVED <333 THANK YOU!

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(5) Oh my Kos, this a complicated one. It gets a little crazy, but to explain—basically he had three stages in his life that sort of affect how he related to other people, and each one is a different level of complex.

I’ll start with how he was as a child.

Basically little Crow/Luther was an absolute angel of a child, and literally couldn’t hurt a fly without apologizing. He was shy around others, and sometimes had a difficult time reading social cues, understanding certain expressions, and reading emotions in others, but he cared about that and sought for help from older figures like Maria. He really cared about being accepted and seen as worthwhile by other children and especially adults. He wasn’t ever rude or abrasive, and his anger was a rarity. Adults knew he was a quiet and peaceful child. Just an overall sweetheart, really.

But there was a deep-rooted insecurity that caused him to feel incredibly inadequate and disliked if he wasn’t able to receive approval from those he looked up to. I don’t know else to say it other than being loved and accepted was -extremely important- to him as a child, and if he felt it wavering, he’d spiral into fits of self-loathing and intense anxiety. It wasn’t at all healthy for a child his age, and it wasn’t a normal level of insecurity by any means. You can thank a particular parent for that 👍

Fears of rejection by others, fears of being seen as weak/frail, and fears of being left behind/abandoned were huge factors in how he approached his family and friends. He had to make sure that he made them proud and that they valued him. Unfortunately, not everyone realized this in time, and that’s where we jump into the next stage.

Young adult Crow had gone through some utterly horrific things, and there was absolutely no chance he was mentally stable. At that point, the only person in the world that he actually trusted was Eileen, but even then he needed her constant verbal reassurance to keep him afloat. A break in their trust would send Crow into a really bad place. By that time, he was so violent and volatile that he had a horrible reputation among hunters, which he actually relished in. He didn’t trust anyone, and tended to think they were all lying to him or trying to trick him if they tried to connect.

His manic behavior, paranoid suspicions, sarcastic/snarky way of relating, and easily sparked anger were all problems that kept him from being able to really relate to anyone normally. Eileen was an exception, but that remaining isolation only made things worse, and I think it’s safe to say that this older Crow tended to feel a lot of hatred and fear towards humanity in general.

But deep down, there was of course that longing to feel accepted and to belong to the world others inhabited. It was just too late for that in his eyes, or at least, he came to believe that at a critical point in his development. The heartless and naive people in the world around him never reached out to help either. Eileen was the only one that truly tried without holding back because she wasn’t afraid of him or how he had changed, but a few key misunderstandings/mistakes birthed some rifts between them.

Finally, and I hate to say this, but Vileblood Crow was sort of the seal to all of these problems. The Bloody Crow of Cainhurst wasn’t really human anymore, and had been “cured” of these aforementioned “flaws” in a sort of…inverted and twisted way. At that point, even Eileen couldn’t help him, and Bloody Crow’s dedication to Annalise ruined whatever chance he had of truly healing.

Annalise’s philosophy was to embrace every flaw in one’s person, to bury every weakness, and to become reborn as a “perfected” and stronger version of one’s self. When Crow decided to heed this and give into his darker ego, he lost his humanity. That’s what becoming a Vileblood was for him, which meant that there were no more peaceful interactions between him and anyone besides his Vileblood queen, really. He only had his mission and his revenge.

Yes, this is essentially the extremely dark and depressing story I came up with for him and I still feel really emotional over it lmao. Why the hell did I deliberately upset myself like this.

*clears throat*

ANYWAY.

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(8) Agh, he has so many headcanon connections for me!!

Eileen is the obvious one that may very well be canon, but…in my eyes, she totally raised him through the latter half of his childhood, and was going to pass her mantle to him eventually. Their relationship? Oh, it was super important.

Lady Maria is the other one I obsess over, but yes, I totally think she was his older sister and that they were the lost children of Cainhurst. Their relationship got complex as hell when they were older, and I don’t wanna say that Maria’s suicide was the worst timed thing ever, but yeah it was the worst timed thing ever lmao.

Annalise!! This one is also probably canon, but basically Crow was Annalise’s last knight until the Good Hunter took his place. Annalise and Crow were childhood companions who reunited as adults, and Annalise basically encouraged Crow to become what he turned into later. He hated the idea of becoming a Vileblood, but desperation drove him there and his love for Annalise gave him the desire to fight in her name, albeit with the freedom to choose otherwise if he wished.

She honored this and they made a pact, vowing to respect each other’s choices and wills at all times. This was entirely because of their affection for one another, but they also never let that affection control them. It didn’t lead to any sort of actual relationship. They would never compromise their values and duties for that. So, Crow fought for Annalise, and freely received her blood in return, while she received the offerings from him, but that was all. There was also a long period of time where they were separated and Annalise thought Crow was dead, but that’s for another complicated reason lol.

Vileblood Leo! Ok, this one I don’t wanna say too much, because it’s a bit of a surprise, but Leo IS an important character to me, and basically he was a childhood friend of Crow’s. They also reunited as adults and Some Very Dramatic Things happened. Not all good things either.

Logarius was like…one of Crow’s worst enemies and that became a serious issue around the time of the Cainhurst massacre, as you might imagine. All of the surviving Executioners would suffer for Crow’s hatred for Logarius, let me tell you that.

That includes Alfred, haha. I totally think Crow detested Alfred and often toyed with him just out of pure malice. When Alfred made the final move and snapped, killing Annalise…Crow went ballistic and marked him as a key target.

Crow knew the Gascoigne family because of Eileen, but only peripherally. In my headcanon, he left them alone until Henryk and Gascoigne were kind of some of the only sane hunters left in Yharnam, and by that point, Crow had been drawn into a game of cat and mouse with Eileen. So, that’s why I headcanon he murdered Viola to send Gascoigne and Henryk mad. It would draw out Eileen.

Arianna was someone Crow protected on behalf of Annalise and distantly provided aid to out of duty and loyalty. Arianna didn’t really know anything about him, but when she was young, she would often say she had a black-winged guardian angel looking out for her. Crow hated the potential shame of being thought of as some benevolent protector and withdrew when Arianna was a certain age. He knew he had failed her when she ended up in a rough financial position, but in the end, he decided that all that mattered was that she was alive. It was better than her developing some undeserved attachment to him.

Crow did have some connections to Gehrman, Ludwig, and the hunters through Maria at one point, but it didn’t last…and ultimately the hunters of the church became Crow’s biggest targets.

The one that’s really in development for me now is Crow’s connection and thoughts on the Doll. I do believe he dreamt at one point, and when he saw the Doll…who obviously came after Maria’s death, I can only imagine that screwed with his mind. Especially if they were brother and sister. Good Lord.

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Ok, whew. That was long. But thank you for giving me the chance to ramble about my boy, Fantomette! I needed that. It reminded me that I gotta keep writing my fic, because I have been a bit sluggish with it lately. This story has gotta get out of me somehow <3

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