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literaila · 6 months

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I'd love to request a reader who's obsessed with love languages (me fr) and is trying to figure out what peter's is without directly asking him

obviously r gets caught in the act

Thank you so much!!

-🔮

stalemate

tasm!peter x reader

warnings: teasing, fluff, complex relationship issues (lying)

a/n: i do believe peter’s love language is physical touch/words of affirmation but that’s a conversation for a different time

“would you rather run errands with someone and hold hands, or run errands with someone and get kicked out of the store cause you’re ‘disturbing the other customers?’”

peter momentarily pauses his chewing, raising an eyebrow at you. “one of these scenarios involves me getting escorted out of the grocery store.”

“yeah, but because you’re having too much fun.”

he shakes his head. “no such thing.”

“clearly, there is.”

he rifles through the remainder of his food, like digging for gold, but his cheek is twitching, and his eyes are thoughtful as he looks down. “why cant i have fun and hold hands with you?”

“okay,” you point at him, leaning back. peter, though you’d put his food across the kitchen table, so you could sit face to face, was adamant that you were too far. so now there’s only a table corner separating the two of you. and these questions, of course, building up a careful foundation. “first of all, i didn’t say it was me—“

“who else would get us kicked out of a grocery store?”

“and second of all, because that’s not the question. holding hands or ribs-hurt laughing?”

“both of those sound equally painful,” peter keeps leaning towards you like he knows something you don’t. which he doesn’t.

you lean forward too, undeterred by his challenge. “so you’re a completely-silent-errand-running-with-a-healthy-five-foot-distance kinda guy?”

“we literally went shopping today.” peter gestures back to the kitchen, where bags of produce and sugary containers (peter’s pickings) remain. after dinner, you’d both swore, but you’re having a hard time finishing your food. “you know what kinda guy i am.”

so it goes, on and on. you asking peter the same type of hypothetical questions you’d been all day. he hasn’t seemed to question it, besides a couple of ill-fated looks.

and you do. know, that is. peter did almost get you kicked out of the store today, when he’d tripped over a sign and knocked down a whole shelf of boxes. this, he claimed, was the crime of a faulty layout. though, he’d bumped into the sign in the first place because he refused to let go of your hand, even when it was less than conscientious.

this, though, you don’t bring up.

“if i bought you a gift,” you continue, ignoring his carefully planned out bantering techniques. “would you want something expensive, or something heart-felt?”

“why is that a question?”

you stare at him, nonchalant, gesturing for him to continue.

“are you buying me a gift?” he asks, rolling his eyes at you.

“maybe. your birthday’s coming up.”

“it is november,” he says, dryly.

“good memory.”

peter snorts. “my birthday is in august. you know, like, two months ago?”

“hmm…” you lean your chin on a hand, staring into hard honeysuckle eyes with feigned confusion. “i must’ve missed it.”

“you got me a spider-man calendar.”

“don’t recall.”

“i can go get it,” he points over his shoulder, leaning, again, towards you. enough so that you can feel his breath, smooth and challenging. “it’s just in the bedroom.”

“answer the question.”

he sighs and leans back again, almost laughing. “heartfelt, obviously. like my very cherished spider-man calendar. which is for this year, i might add.”

“what a wonderful gift,” you smile too, adoringly, “you should thank whoever got it for you.”

peter furrows his brows, though not in confusion. “i did,” he says, softly, trying to break you.

but you remain where you are, smiling as cool as you’ve been all day.

which is to say, of course, that you’ve been dancing circles around peter and hoping that he hasn’t noticed.

you hadn’t even thought of it until two days ago, when out to lunch with your friend and she mentioned a book—fabled and probably recommended by some hot-shot magazine—about how to connect with your partner.

“love languages,” she’d said to you, “are the basis to every relationship.”

and this must have been true because despite a rough patch between her and her girlfriend, they were now as solid as always. and you could tell this, just from how at ease she’d seemed.

which, naturally, put you on edge.

not that you doubted peter, or your relationship with him. besides some run of the mill insecurities, peter was probably the loveliest person you’d ever met. so it was probably a bad thing that you had no clue—not a single suspicion, or thought—what his love language was.

thus, the questions began. and peter’s dubiousness doubled with every one you asked.

evident because he was still watching you. “are we acting out a scenario in which you need a visa and i agree to marry you?”

you kick him under the table. “what? i cant ask you questions?”

“i think this is the fortieth one today.”

“i’ve asked, like, three, and you haven’t even tried to answer any of them properly.”

“you know we’re in a real relationship, right? i know your favorite color and everything.”

you stand up from the table, grabbing your take-out container, and his, and walking to the kitchen.

peter trails after you, clearly noticing your evasion. “do you actually need a visa?” he asks, leaning against a counter, almost knocking over one of the grocery bags. “cause i think you’re supposed to tell the person you’re getting married to. so i can ask you some questions.”

“doesn’t seem like you’re having any problems with that.”

peter snorts and comes behind you while you grab something out of the first bag. his hands are warm as they wrap around your waist, resting on your stomach like a possession. “what’s up with you?”

“i’m unbagging the groceries.”

“you’ve been acting weird all day. do you need to talk to me about something?”

“no.” you pull away from him, putting some apples in the fruit bowl. “you’re crazy.”

“yes. i am the crazy one.”

you hum and walk around him, carefully not meeting his eyes.

after a couple minutes of this, with peter pretending to put things away, you break, uncomfortable with the silence.

“painting a room together,” you start, “or cuddling?”

peter pushes off of the counter, his teeth peaking behind his lips. “cuddling, obviously. you’re a terrible painter.”

he moves about a foot away from you, staring, again, like he knows something you don’t.

“what?” you ask him, closing a drawer. you cross your arms.

“nothing. nothing.”

but peter is grinning at you.

“what’s with your face?”

“what’s with yours?”

you roll your eyes at him, not moving. peter copies your stance, and the two of you remain as still as statues, testing one another.

finally, peter laughs. “you think i don’t know what you’re doing?”

“posing hypothetical questions?”

“i know what love languages are, baby,” peter steps closer to you. his hands just lingering by the seam of your shirt. “you’d make a terrible detective.”

despite the heat running through your body at being caught, you narrow your eyes at him. “me? it only took you all day to figure it out.”

“that’s cause i was giving you the benefit of the doubt. i thought you really wanted to know.”

“i do,” you cross your arms, bumping into him, offended. “i would’ve given up like three hours ago if i didn’t.”

“you’re crazy,” he says, simply. his look is amorous. “you could’ve just asked me.”

“no. i should know just from spending time with you. that’s couple 101.”

peter actually laughs. right in your face. he leans down, resting his chin against your head for support. “cant say i’ve ever taken that class.”

“well you should. it’s very informative.”

“okay, professor, then what’s my love language?”

you open your mouth. then close it. you push him back. “i’m not telling you.”

“oh,” peter tilts his head. “why not?”

“cause that’s cheating. figure out your own love language.”

“you think i don’t know what i like?”

“nope.”

peter shakes his head at you. “you just don’t know.”

“you just don’t know,” you poke his cheek. “you couldn’t even decide which cereal to get. we have three boxes now.”

“that’s called choice paralysis,” he informs you, as if you didn’t have this conversation earlier. “and you agreed to that.”

“sure,” you say to him, turning away.

“you’re a sore loser.”

“we’re not playing a game.”

“the elaborate ‘would you rather’ scheme wasn’t a game?” he asks.

“it was an informative questionnaire.”

peter gets in your way as you try to walk out of the kitchen. “then why hasn’t it informed you?”

you roll your eyes at him again. “c’mon, peter, you know that data can take weeks to process.”

he runs a hand up to your face, easily trapping you. “you just don’t know” he repeats softly.

he’s getting close again; resuming the game he’d lost earlier.

“you don’t know,” you say, stubbornly, not meeting his eyes.

“i know i like you,” he answers, breath marring your reaction skills.

and before you can even smile in response, peter is kissing you.

his lips are soft, pushing at you like he wants you to admit defeat. consoling you into a loss. convincing you to back down.

but you refuse.

you pull away, pushing his hand off of you. “that’s cheating.”

“we never set any rules.”

“well you’re breaking one.”

peter leans and let’s it go, crossing his arms as he looks at you, very arrogantly. “that’s okay,” he shrugs.

you attempt to catch your breath while peter stares at you, clearly thinking that he’s won.

“okay,” you say, pouting. “tell me. what’s your love language?”

peter smiles voraciously at this. he takes a step towards you, molding his body heat into yours.

then he shakes his head, his smile falling into something sweeter. “i don’t know,” he whispers to you, hand reaching down for yours, hair in his eyes. “physical touch, probably, before. but i like everything with you. i always want more, doesn’t matter what it is.”

you brush the hair out of his eyes, smiling.

though your intents are less than straightforward, there’s still a part of you that curls under this confession, like it just can’t take it.

“that’s sweet,” you whisper, leaning into him. he’s bent down so his nose is to yours.

peter hums, breathing in the smell of your skin, and pulling you closer and he stands there, lingering on the briefest of touches.

he tilts his head a bit, lips lined up with yours.

and you smile. “i’m not telling you mine,” you whisper to him, quickly pulling away and moving to the table, whistling as you do so.

you start to collect the trash you’d left there, hearing nothing for a moment, but peter’s heavy breathing.

you smile at the sound of his defeat.

“now that’s cheating,” he says, and you laugh.

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luveline · 2 years

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can i pls request a hurt/comfort eddie drabble with hugs and reassurance? maybe someone did something that’s been on their mind and upsetting them. thank you!

i love comforting eddie so much and after make up i cant help remebering how good josephs hugs look so we know eddie gives the best ones ever <3

Eddie climbs through your open bedroom window and your heart rockets, startled at his sudden intrusion.

"You really need to start closing it if you're gonna react this bad every time," he says, dropping his beat up jansport by the sill and kicking off his shoes. "Move over."

His appearance makes you feel much less miserable than you had, though it still lingers as you push your back to the wall. You and Eddie don't fit comfortably on your twin bed but that's never stopped him from trying, crushing in by your side, his arm pressed to yours.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says finally, lolling his head toward you.

"Hey, Eddie."

"What were you doing? Sleeping?" he asks.

You nod though it's not true, turning on your side to steal back a fraction of space. Eddie has this way of drawing the truth from you and you're not sure you wanna talk about it tonight.

"You look sad. You wanna hug?" he asks.

And that's your plan for space gone. It would be more suspicious to say you don't, because you always want a hug from Eddie. He gives the most amazing hugs, all strong armed and caring, his hands rubbing over the plane of your back slowly like he has nowhere else he'd rather be. His hugs are so good that you could believe it; that he loves them just as much as you do.

You nod and he sits up, arms open and reaching for you. You sit up the same, enough to wrap your arms around his ribs and back.

"You weren't really sleeping," he says.

"No."

"Mm," he hums, working his face into the side of yours, his lips skipping over the shell of your ear. "What's wrong, huh? Tell me."

"Nothing serious," you confess slowly.

"But it is something?" And there, his hand rubbing over your back, working away the tense ache. His rings are missing. Usually you can feel their weight, their ridges as they push over your spine.

"Not really, Eddie."

He groans quietly, almost good-humoured. Very much, I don't believe you. He's so nice and he smells beautiful, soft and warm, his arms strong as a cage but never that cruel, and his asking, all of it makes you want to cry.

"Not really. I'm feeling a small chance that it's something. I mean, you don't have to tell me. But I wanna know, so…"

You're limp to his solid, mild to his fierce. He pats your back a few good times and then holds you at arm's length.

"Do you have, like, a stomach ache?"

"No, I'm alright. Just…"

"Artist block?" he asks.

Not quite. You shake your head and then change your mind, deciding that artist's block sounds less pathetic than, 'someone saw my sketchbook and rolled their eyes and I've been sad for two days'. And not normal sad. Can't eat, don't want to move, sad.

"Yeah," you agree, smiling weakly. "Yeah."

"I noticed…" Eddie says, standing from the bed to retrieve his backpack before returning so fast he half sits on you. "That you haven't been doing your portraits lately." He unzips his bag and pulls out a smaller bag, made from a white paper with blue writing over the sides. "And I remembered how your nice inks all ran out. So, I went out to Indianapolis," his tone shifts, like he's listing something totally boring, "all the way down to that place behind Freeman's Ice Cream with the glass storefront, and the lady was totally pissed with me for getting all this Hawkins dirt," he grins deviously, "on their nice rug."

He passes you the bag. "Anyway. That's for you, sweetheart."

"Eddie…"

"Don't sound too mushy yet. I don't know if they're the right ones."

His shift from cocky to nervous is endearing.

You shake the bag's contents into your lap. An assortment of things fall out. A big inky pen for portraits, a refill. Two pencils with blue wood. An eraser. Four markers, four colours.

You slide your finger over the barrel of a marker. It's a dark red.

"I know you don't use much colour," he starts. "I thought it might help. Well, I asked one of the assistants. About, like, art block. And they said to try something new.

I liked the colours. I don't know if they're useful. But. I don't know. They suit you."

A dark red, blue, green. A buttery yellow orange.

"Eddie, you didn't have to."

"I kind of did. If you think about it."

You get what he means. The same way you get him a pack of cherry twizzlers everytime you see them, or always have a hair tie on your wrist.

You cover your face with your hands, wanting to hide how embarrassed you feel. How overcome with affection for him.

He yanks your wrists. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Don't cry. Hey." He scowls at your watery eyes. "Hey, don't. What's wrong? It's only a couple of pens."

"You don't think I'm awful?" you ask quietly. "At drawing?"

"No. Of course I don't. I love your art." His scowl softens. "Did someone say something? I can get violent."

"It's stupid," you say.

He's quiet. You take the red marker in your hand, turning it over and over and over. He's kept a hold of one of your wrist, his thumb pushing into your pulse then upward, into the meat of your palm.

"The piece you did for my last campaign? You know how fucking amazing that shit was? All in black and white but everyone could tell how emotional it was. You made it something so dimensional and gory and crazy without any colour at all." He sews your fingers together. You meet his eyes. Brown, edged in a burst of dark, long lashes. "If you can do that shit in graphite I'm genuinely scared of the stuff you could make with colour. And when I say scared I mean I'm salivating. Like a dog."

You scrunch up your nose and squeeze his fingers. He squeezes back.

"Not that I'm expecting a thank you, but I am."

"Yeah?" you ask, sniffing, grinning wide enough to hurt your cheeks.

"Yep. It involves your hands." Your eyes jump to his and his laugh is golden. "A hug, sweetheart. Why, what were you thinking?"

"Shut up, jerk." You crawl over the art supplies, paper crinkling under your knees as you hug him tenaciously.

He rubs your back and says, "That's better."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson imagine

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veren-cos · 1 month

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Astarion x Reader (Bg3)

Gn reader with chronic pain

This one is pretty recent but lmk if I made any mistakes! Not proof read.

Astarion sauntered into the room after a successful night of hunting. He was hyper aware of everything from his latest feed, so the minute you made a move he noticed you were off.

And off you were, you looked like a wreck. You were in the same spot on the bed as when he left — hours ago. "Darling, are you alright?" There was concern in his voice.

You took the blanket and threw it over your face. Astarion's expression crinkled. He sat down next to where you lay, "My love, what's wrong?" He went to run his fingers through your hair but you pushed an arm out to nudge him away. He took a short pause, "I can't know what's wrong unless you speak to me."

You let out a groan, "I don't want to talk about it." There was a something in your voice that Astarion couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Then I won't make you, but please don't push me away."

You were a sucker for contact- holding hands, hugs, light kisses. Anything and everything he'd allow. He tried reaching his hand out again, and you let him.

"I'm sorry" it was barely above a whisper.

He hesitated a bit but his hand kept a steady pace on your head. "Whatever for? You haven't done anything wrong." He laughed a bit, "unless you were causing mischief without me today."

"I'm sorry you have to put up with me." You tighten your grip on the blanket covering your face, avoiding his. You just knew that he was going to look at you with pity. Pity? Anger maybe. Something serious, and you didn't want to deal with that. You felt bad enough, everything ached... Nothing was going right today.

"Put up with you?" Astarion was baffled, "Darling I look at you as pure perfection. You are who I desire to be with, the one who I will spend the rest of my days. How could I ever 'put up with you'?" He even does the quotes with his hands for dramatic flair, not that you could quite see it. "It is you in which my love knows no bounds. Nothing could keep me away from you, as long as you'll have me. I dont get why you cant just care for yourself a little more? You are certainly deserving of it."

This wasn't the response you thought you'd get at all. Your body shook, wanting to cry from the seering pain and his sentiment. "I am not deserving of this. Of any of your affection. I care for you. You are so. Perfect. And I am far from that. I hurt. Constantly. I know you know this, and that you don't mind. But I don't want this for you. You deserve someone who doesn't just curl up in bed all day the second something hurts a bit more than normal. You deserve someone who will... be there! I can't be there. Not all the time. I'm barely here for myself! I just sit here, ignoring everything my body is telling me because I refuse to get help! I refuse to get help from anyone. But i especially refuse to get help from you. Astarion, I can't handle the guilt."

You sit up, much regretting that choice, but doing it regardless to make a point. You took a dramatic breath, "Why cant i take care of myself, you ask? Because i dont care about myself! I loath every minute i spend in this body. Every day! And i cant fathom why you care about me."

He takes a moment, staring into your eyes as he contemplates what to respond. "Darling. My love. Is that what this is about?" You turn to look away but he took your face to make you look at him once again. "I know you are in pain. And I am here for you. I need you to know this. I dont care about anything else. I just want to be here for you. I know I can't take it away, believe me if I could, I would. But you need to tell me when this happens. If nothing else I can just whisper in your ear. Sweet little nothings to get you to sleep, hm?"

And that he did. Astarion laid you back down again, joining you under the covers. As much as you wanted to put up a fight, your body gave out on you. He was cold. He always was, but it felt nice against your skin. He pulled you into a loose hug, carefully avoiding places you flinched at. You reciprocated the gesture, wrapping your arms around his waist. He was working basically as a elven ice-pack, and you adjusted his hands to wherever the pain was. "Thank you."

"..."

"I'll try. I'll talk to you more." When you were done, he placed a kiss on your forehead as he nuzzled in.

"There is nothing to thank. It's what I'm here for. I love you." He let out an icy breath.

"I love you too."

He smiled, "Now go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning. I promise. And we will lay right here until you do, I won't let you go."

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x gn!tav #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #bg3 x tav #bg3 tav #bg3 #bg3 x reader #chronic pain

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Congratulations on the 1k followers. Love your writing and your updates make my day.

This is an ask for cant believe she is gone. Can you write a sirius x shy reader where she's very quiet one. She thinks she doesnt deserve him and then sees him with another girl although the girl might've surprised Sirius out of nowhere or someone in polyjuice pretending to be him.

She backs away from him and you can decide what happens but please a fluffy and happy end.

Flowers

Sirius Black x fem! shy! reader

Summary: Y/n is the polar opposite of her boyfriend but after seeing a girl flirt with him all through class, she doesn’t feel good enough

Warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort, established relationship, James being the best, mentions of sex and kissing

A/n: 1.9k words, thank you x that’s so sweet of you to say! I hope you like it 💛

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Clutching your books to your chest, you entered Herbology, about to walk over to your normal spot but it was already taken by someone else. You couldn't see their face, just that they had brown hair and from their cloak was a Ravenclaw. You stood there for longer than you should of, debating whether to go up and ask for your normal seat, next to your prefect boyfriend…or to just find the next available one

Your decision was made for you when the girls fingers run up and down your boyfriends’ arm. Turning away, you spot James trying to make something out of paper in the back so you head over

He doesn’t react when you sit down, just continues making what you think is a flower as he follows steps written on his arm “This look like a…” he holds it up to you, but from his confused look he was clearly expecting his usual partner

Sirius and James used to sit together, but when Sirius took an interest in you he switched seats so he could be close. James didn’t mind at all, he knew Sirius would do the same for him if it meant he could sit next to a certain Miss Evans

James looks over towards Sirius but you keep your eyes trained on the weirdly shaped flower he was still half holding up “What'd he do?” he asks and your eyes snap towards him “I swear whatever it was he’s probably not even realised” he continues, his words more than genuine but it didn’t make you feel better

You weren’t much of a talker, sure you had gotten comfier with Sirius’ friends but your words were still barley a whisper “Nothing”

He tilts his head “Then why you sitting here? Not that I don’t enjoy the lovely company…the Ravenclaw I’m usually with talks all the bloody time” he chuckles to himself and you smile shyly

“My seats taken” you say simply, not sure if James can pick up the sadness in your voice

He did, and his heart ached for you. Sirius had confessed to him that he was scared he was too much for you, of course he didn’t know you felt too little for him. Ironic that in reality you were the perfect balance

“Well” James smiles at you, deciding, as future best man at your wedding, he should cheer you up “Does this look like a flower?” he holds the paper towards you, twirling it around

James was a goofy person…not as cute a goof as your guy but still it was endearing. You shake your head, nose crunching

He lets out a laugh, one attracting the rooms attention “Fuck” he shakes his head, tone light-hearted “It’s supposed to be a cherry blossom” he explains and then goes on to show how sweet James Potter could really be “You see once in like 2nd year, Lily said that she hates flowers because they die. So I was out with your Sirius this summer and saw this book for making origami flowers...and now I want to make her a bouquet of them because they’ll last forever” he smiles as he talks, Lily was a very lucky girl

“If she doesn’t love you for that then she’s silly” you tell him in probably the longest sentence he’d ever heard from you

He smiles “Thanks futures Mrs Pads” he winks and your eyes widen

James chuckled to himself at how worked up you got over being called Sirius’ future misses as class began. While you just focused on the passage of your book, he caught the eye of Sirius who gave him a small smile mouthing

‘She okay?’

James bobs his head, holding up his hand and teetering it, watching as Sirius’ eyebrows knitted

‘why is talk-y girl sitting there’ James gestures with his hand

Sirius rolls his eyes 'She needed help with something’ he answers shrugging

The girl had come to ask him a question and he obliged, of course by the time she had stop talking enough for him to actually answer said question class had started and he could not longer ask her to politely fuck off.

He tries to catch your eye but you won’t look at him so he turns his gaze to James ‘Don’t let her leave’ he asks

James nods giving him a little salute before holding up a flower for judgement, poking his cheek smiling as Sirius mouths ‘pish mate’ before turning around to face the front

You couldn’t pay attention during class, your were supposed to be cutting samples and then identifying them, but really it was spent trying to ignore the girls giggles at your boyfriend and watching James make his the little flowers. You offered to help but he said it wouldn’t mean as much if he didn’t make them himself, and you thought that was so sweet

You wondered if Sirius would want someone to do that for him, so you started making him a little flower, following one of the more complex guides since James decided to just plop the book on the desk, since his written instructs were all smudged and he now had the words ‘fold three times’ written backwards on his cheek

Near the end of class, you saw Sirius smiling and talking with the girl, watching her fill in the conversation and him nodding along. Looking down at your little flower you shoved it in your cloaks pocket, realising that it was a silly thing to make him amd really everything you could offer was kind of silly. You barely talked in public, got flustered easliy, not to mention you couldn't even go up and ask someone for your own seat...it was no wonder people questioned whether you two were actually together.

When class ended you pretty much bolted out of the class room, so fast that James only turned away to pick up his bag then you were gone

“Where is she?” Sirius comes up to the desk, watching as James comedically looks around

James cringes “I had one job” he admits nodding

Sirius nods too “You had one job” he repeats beginning to walk out before stopping “Yes…yes…no… definitely no…yes” he points to the assortment of flowers “I’m still mad at you though...but these are pretty and that one matches your eyes” he points at James before walking out leaving the boy chuckling

As Sirius gets out of the class he sees you quickly making your way around the large courtyard, since after a prank last week there were now hedges in the way of the regular path to the castle entrance

“This is gonna hurt” he prepares himself running towards the hedges and jumping over them, thank merlin of his padfoot side or there was no way he could jump high enough

You were still in your rush when someone landed, quite literally in front of you…and you soon realised that someone was your boyfriend

“Siri?” you say mostly to yourself, hearing giggles and laughs from other passing near by

He groans turning onto his side, leaning on his elbow “Hello darling” he winks, clearly out of breath and in immense pain but still his smooth flirty self

“Are you okay?” you crouch in front of him, looking a little worried

He nods, shifting to sit up on the ground “I am now” he reaches his hand out, thumb flicking over your cheek

Your smiles tug up but your insecurities come back as the girl from earlier passes

“Thanks Siri” she says in flirty tone

He smiles at her giving an awkward kind of wave before turning to look at you, heart aching as he sees your saddened look, chewing your gum bellow your lips, a habit he noticed you did when you were upset

“Darlin” he gets your attention but his sudden movement closer spooks you and you fall onto your arse, skirt flipping up, not so much you were exposed but from his angle he couldn’t help admiring just a little

He leans forward “You okay?” he asks

You nod your head, shying away as people pass

“Hey!” you let out a squeak at your boyfriends’ tone but then realise he’s talking to some Hufflepuff walking by “Only I get to look at her like that!” he warns him, looking slightly menacing before he turns to you, face softening “Sorry” he kisses your nose, fixing your skirt for you

“Thank you” you give him a tiny smile

His hands rest on your knees, chin leaning on them like he wasn’t in the middle of the courtyard or the path leading around it but in your dorm instead

“Missed you in class”

“You did?” you wonder tilting your head, he didn’t seem like he missed me, you think but feel guilty for it

“Course I did” he kisses your bare knee, thumbs rubbing gently into the skin

You bite your lip, looking around to see no one around, most now at their next class. You return back to him, thinking for a moment before you speak

“Why…” you hesitate “Why are you with me?”

He tilts his head in surprise “Why am I with you?” he repeats the question, making sure he heard it right

You nod

“Because I love you” he says with ease “And you make me happy, and on top of that you’re the most adorable person on the planet” he smiles at you, his heart aching you had to ask but he understood why you did

Your heart flutters but your insecurities remain

“I don’t talk a lot” you admit as if you’re trying to talk him out of his sweet confession

“And I talk too much” he tells you, shifting to sit next to you, his heart warming as you absentmindedly pick out a leaf from his hair

“Darling” he wraps his arm around you “Do you love me?” he asks, slight insecurity in his voice seeping through

You nod right away, shuffling closer into him and he kisses your temple

“Good, because I love you more than anything. More than stealing Remus’ chocolate, or James’ mums cooking, way more than pranking Slytherins and you know how excited I get about that...especially after” he says nudging his nose into your cheek and you giggle shyly “You’re the perfect girl for me, siriusly" you both giggle at that one before he cups your cheek "You’re more than enough y/n” he says firmly, looking in your eyes

“But I didn’t…”

“You didn’t need to say it because I have the same...yet opposite fear. I feel like I’m too much…that…” he takes a breath “That I’m just annoying you”

You pout at him “You aren’t annoying, I love listening to you talk…you have a nice voice” you confess taking your hand out of his hand reaching into your pocket, pulling out the flower “I made you this in class” you give it to him

His mouth parts looking at you then the flower, smiling brightly as he takes it “No one’s ever gave me a flower before” he takes it from you, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek

“You’re my flower” you say quietly

He nuzzles into your hair “And you’re mine” he whispers

You turn your head to face him, noses brushing before he leans in, lips meeting softly. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers hooking gently at your jawline to pull you just that little bit closer

"Why are you on the ground?" the two of you break away to see James with an amused smile, around 20 little paper flowers cradled in his arms

Thank you for reading 💛

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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Can i request for dad!Trevor Zegras or dad!Jack Hughes please. Where their 1 son years old is sick and like he cry everynight which make y/n so stress and he’s there to comfort y/n please. Thank u

Note: you may ask, why the name? It just made sense with Trevor

Trevor walked in the house and frowned when he heard his last favorite sound in the world.

"Is he not feeling better?" Jamie asked behind him.

"He doesn't have fever anymore, but the poor guy has that horrible cough"

Jamie sighed. "Just knock if you guys need anything" He said with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks man"

Trevor walked to your bedroom and opened the door. You turned around and his world fell in pieces. You were pacing around with Buddy on your arms. He wasn't the only one crying.

"Trevor"

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" He closed behind him and walked to you, engulfing you and Buddy on his arms.

"I-I don't know what else to do. He cant sleep. He gets cough fits everytime I lay him down. He is really tired and... I don't know... I..."

"Okay, we all need to calm down. Can I?" He said pointing at the boy.

"Yes"

He was your son and you loved him for life, but you were so overwhelmed.

"Hey, Buddy. It's dad." Trevor said. "I'm back from the game."

The kid, that had the same mischievous look on his eyes, stopped to look at him for longs seconds. But soon he started crying again.

"Poor Jamie won't be able to sleep and..."

"YN. Babe. Jimmy is fine. I promise."

Buddy grabbed Trevor's clothes and he hugged him close.

You were sitting in the bed watching him walk around with the boy still crying on his chest.

"Do you think I'm not a good mum?"

Trevor stopped moving and looked at you. He walked in your direction and cupped your face with one hand while he kept Buddy on his hip with the other arm.

"YN. You are a great mum. Buddy loves you so much. This is not your fault, he just got a cold. Everyone does. You are doing so good and I love you so much."

Some people didn't believe you when you talked about Trevor's maturity around fatherhood.

He stepped closer and you laid your head on his belly.

"It's fine. We will be fine. I promise. This will pass." He said while caressing your back.

Trevor knew he had to calm you down first if he wanted Buddy to be calmer. And that's what he did. He held you and sang softly the song that was randomly playing on his mind until miracously, Buddy and you stopped crying.

He cupped your face and leaned down to kiss your lips softly. "I love you"

"I love you too" You whispered with tears in your eyes.

"Let's feed him and then we'll try to sleep, yeah?"

You nodded.

Twenty minutes later, the three of you laid in bed. Buddy was between you two, who were worriedly looking at him. He wouldn't stop coughing.

"I have an idea"

You frowned and watched Trevor set almost all your pillows against the headboard. Then, he laid against them and picked Buddy. "You are sleeping on Dad today."

"What?"

Buddy got comfortable on Trevor chest and somehow, the new posture was the solution for the cough. "He coughs more when he is laying than when he is upright"

"You can't sleep like that. Your back and neck..."

"I'll wake you up and we will switch if it starts hurting. You lay here now and sleep for a bit"

You bit your lip and laid next to him, cuddled against his side on the pillow nest he had built. He smiled to himself and wrapped his arm around you. You touched Buddy's hair and played with the golden strands.

"Do you remember when you asked me if you would be a good dad?"

He chuckled lowly. "I was a terrified kid then"

Trevor had needed so much reassurance from you during the pregnancy. He was always worried of doing it something wrong, of not being good enough because of his job. How wrong he was.

"You are a great dad. The best."

"I have you by my side. You make it easy."

#Trevor zegras #Dad!player #Tz #Blurb #Fluff #Nhl

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unhappycylinder · 10 months

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Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x fem!Reader) Part 7

wc: 1.5k

warnings: arguing, angry Jake, relationship issues, deployment

Series Masterlist

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“Jake are you serious right now?” Gabby yelled at the top of her lungs

“Yeah I am,” Jake matched her tone

“We’ve worked so hard for this! All of us! The amount of texts I get from her…the amount of texts Bradley gets from you! Jake everyone’s rooting for you, everyone can see how much you need each other, how much you want this relationship to work out!”

“Gabby I want this too, but its not gonna work, it just cant! I’m leaving next week and she’s going back to school, there’s just no way…”

“You’ve made it work before pendejo! And she wants it to work too!”

“I’m afraid, Gabby! Okay? I’m afraid of losing her or leaving her, I can’t have both her and my career…”

“Ay cabrón, you’re afraid? I’ll make you afraid!” Gabby yells, threatening to remove a sandal

“Woah there,” Jake puts his hands out, trying to calm her down

“Jake I will personally kill you if you don’t talk about your shit with her. I’ve dealt with her heartbreak over you one too many times,” she threatened, sandal almost in hand

“Gabby I can’t,” he hung his head in remorse

“You can’t what? You can’t what Jake?” She approached him, “you cant for once tell the truth?”

Jake sighed as Gabby got closer.

“You know what I see why they call you Hangman,” she said softly, “you always leave people hanging…even the ones you love”

Tears threatening to escape his eyes, Hangman placed his hands on his hips, his head tilting back towards the ceiling of Gabby’s house. Gabby walked away, head hung, phone in hand threatening to call her best friend and spill the news of Jake’s deployment before he had the chance to hurt her.

Hearing whispers around the corner, Jake lowered his head and turned around to find Rooster entering the room.

“Sorry about her man,” Rooster began

“No, no, she’s right,” Jake responded

“She always is.”

Jake sighed again, putting his hands over his face, “man I don’t know what to do!”

“I mean you could just…tell her?”

“How’s she gonna react to that? She’s in college man. I just don’t see how its fair to make her sit there in another state while you and I roam around the Pacific for god knows how long,” Jake’s head remained in his hands.

“It’s shit man, but thats what Gabby does, that’s what she did when she was in college. And you know what? It was worth it. Because every time I landed, or every time I walked off that aircraft carrier, she was there with open arms waiting for me to come home.”

Jake shook his head, his eyes grazing up the form of his best friend who was standing next to him, arm extending to meet his shoulder with a comforting touch.

“If you believe a relationship will fail,” Rooster began, “it will. But if you know in your heart that she wants you not just to come home, but to come home to her, then that’s all it takes. Military relationships aren’t normal, Jake, but they’re so goddamn rewarding when you put your all into it.”

Jake nodded his head, “you think Gabby’s talked to her yet?”

“I know my woman, and as much as she hates men, especially you, she wouldn’t get in between you and her no matter what,” Rooster smiled at him, relief filling his body knowing that his best friend had resolved to stay with the only woman who had ever made him this happy.

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“Hey baby,” you said softly over the phone, your calm voice the closest thing to a caress you could give to Jake right now.

“Hi sweetheart, how was your day?” Jake’s voice wavered slightly, but he hoped you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good, class was interesting for once, and I did a little study group in the library with some friends,” you smiled, your eyes scanning Jake’s face over facetime, you could tell something was up.

“No boys in your study group I hope,” he said shakily

“No dad…” you joked, “no boys in the study group”

“Ew,” Jake laughed, “that was a dumb question, I’m sorry”

“What’s got you on edge honey?” You simply couldn’t stand to watch him squirm any longer.

“Um,” Jake sighed, “I’m being deployed,” he said sternly, his eyes darkening.

“Oh.” You knew this would happen eventually, but the reality of it was something you’d never experienced before. “When do you leave? How are you feeling about it?”

“Not great, obviously,” he snapped.

“Jeez Jake I-”

“I leave on Monday.”

“That’s four days from now, how long have you known?” The confusion coursing through your veins as to why you were just hearing about this was almost enough to drown out the pain from Jake being so short with you.

“A week or so,” he said matter of factly, as if he was talking to one of his peers.

“A week? Jake.” You were disappointed, and your tone reflected it, “how could you not have told me?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to or not,” he shrugged.

“Jake.” You said softly, realizing getting upset with him was not an option right now due to the limited time you had, your soft voice drawing tears to his eyes. “Hey, my sweet Jake, its okay. Thank you for telling me, I know its hard, and I know we haven’t gone through this yet together, but we’re gonna be okay.”

“What if we’re not,” his Texan drawl cracked as he looked up to keep his tears from falling.

“We will be, we always will be,” you reassured him, anxiety growing at his lack of confidence.

“It’s not fair to you”

“What’s not fair?”

“To just disappear for months and leave you here,” Jake’s eyes never met the screen, “its not fair”

“Jake, I knew this would happen, I knew what I was getting into,” your voice shook, “you’re not leaving me, its just a part of your job”

“Oh you knew what you were getting into huh?” He snapped again, “you knew just how much this would fucking hurt me? How much I hate how far away you are? How much it hurts to see all my coworkers go home to their wives and families and I come home to an empty house…and I get to call you for an hour every day and that’s it. You’re barely there.”

As much as his words stung, you couldn’t give in, you knew his rage was brought about by stress and confusion. It was easier for him to hurt you so you’d push him away than for him to watch you slip away. He was Hangman after all, combat and leaving people out to dry were his specialties, but you never thought you’d be at the receiving end of that.

“Jake…I’m in school. I graduate in the spring but until then there’s nothing I can do about that. You know you’re my priority, you know I love you, and you know I’m more than willing to wait for you while you’re deployed…I’m sorry its been tough, but I am here, I’m always here”

“Exactly,” he wasn’t snapping out of this anytime soon, “you’re always there. Not here. There. Fucking two thousand miles away or something”

“Nine hundred and seventy seven,” you muttered

“What?”

“Nine hundred and seventy seven miles, that’s how far I am from you,” you said sheepishly

“Of course you know that, what don’t you know?”

“I want to know everything about you, Jake,” his eyes flickered to yours, softening once he met your gaze, but then quickly darting away again

“I’m sure you do. But you can’t…because you’re not here. And you’re not gonna be there when I get home, and you’re not gonna be there when I go away. It’s just not gonna work.”

“What are you saying,” your voice finally cracked, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I can’t be with you.” Jake said sternly, his eyes meeting yours through the screen with the hardened look you had only heard of from his fellow pilots.

“Why-” you began to question, “you know what…okay”

“Okay?” Jake whined, shocked by your acceptance.

“I don’t want to be treated like this. If that’s what you want, I can’t stop you.” You sniffled up your tears, Jake just looked at you, baffled”

“Fine.” He said shortly, “Bye I guess,” he barked out and before you could even respond, he had hung up.

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standardfriends · 2 months

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you melt up my body 🍨

Word Count: 2.2k || Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader || Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Food Innuendos/References, Angst, Established Relationship, Toxic Pranks, Fem Petnames (Baby Girl, Princess), Mention of Safe Word

Junkyu arrives at home after a long day at his part time job. It's just a basic gig at a ice cream shop but it covers his half of the rent so it's enough for him. However it also happens to be the same day college acceptance letters came in the mail. You and Junkyu prank each other a lot, for instance on your birthday he pretended he had forgotten, after you finally came out of your room from crying for hours he and your friends jumped out to surprise you with ice cream cake, your favorite, and gifts. Or on Christmas you both had the idea of pretending to get each other coal, however once you both started opening gifts that fell through immediately. You decide to get him again today and make him think he didn't get into his first choice. Was it a little cruel? Well yes, but you know he's smart enough to eventually figure out you're lying out of your ass, he's not as oblivious as you. If falling for this prank would fall under being oblivious that is. Walking into the kitchen he finds you on the counter shuffling through the mail as you usually do and doesn’t think much of it.

"Hey baby, how have you been today." Leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips earning a giggle from you. "I've been ok guess what came in the mail today~" you say gleefully, causing Junkyu to instantly grab at the envelopes in your hand. He furiously shuffles, once, twice, and three times. Only to realize that the one he was looking forward to the most isn't there, this had to be a joke right. A soft chuckle escapes him, "None from Princeton? Are you sure.." he tries his best to coat his words with calm unlike the anxiety racing in his mind. You put on the biggest sad puppy eyes as your boyfriend's eyebrows continue to furrow in confusion, "I checked the back of the mailbox & asked the mail man baby I'm sorry..." His mind just goes blank, his eyes filled with an empty dark stare.

He did everything perfectly, he was valedictorian, he was on several varsity sports, was the leader of the lite music club, and even did volunteer work on top of working. He can't help but be overcome with despair, how could this happen, why him, he did everything needed and more so why? "I mean, I didn't want you to go off and leave me here, it's too far anyways." You continue with the prank and try to gauge his reaction, he's looking down at the letters in his hands intently so you can't see his face. That giggle was just his final straw, it felt like the person he expected to understand his depression the most was mocking him. It was eating him alive. "Are you fucking dumb?" He finally looks you in the eyes, your smile has never dropped faster. His eyebrows furrow jaw quivering with rage. "You out of everyone should know how long I've been wanting to go to this school. And yet you have the audacity to sit here and laugh. It's funny to you because what? You didn't want to be lonely for a little bit while I literally complete one of my life goals. I feel like I just wasted four years of my life for nothing and you're laughing." He scoffs he cant believe it you are so fucking selfish. As he continues to chew you out you struggle to hold back tears, you just want to tell him it was a joke. You can't stand it when he yells, it's like he's a whole different person. You know you've gone too far, you actually hurt him this time.

He's spent up all his energy being angry at this point so he can do nothing but turn and face the cold marble counters. Tears streaming from his eyes, life is just so shitty and cruel he cant stand it. He put so much effort for it to all be a waste, like an idiot, and that his whole life he was lied to. You try to compose yourself, you knew this was important but you didn't realize this prank would lead to you feeling like the biggest asshole ever. To restore some hope to his now crushed dreams you grab his letter from under you, you bring it into his teary vision, knowing it was time to come clean. "Congrats on getting in baby! I'm so proud of you..." It takes him a second to process what you said through your strained voice yet he grips the small paper packet from you and starts sobbing with relief. He turns to look at you and hugs you deeply. Mumbling thank you, thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you.' And you sit there crying with him until he calms down.

Usually after pranks like this he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck and asks if you want to get your shared favorite creamy dessert but today something is different. He simply wipes his face while smirking and giggling to himself, when he finally looks into your glassy brown eyes. "So you think it's funny to mess with my feelings princess?" Huh? Princess-Where did that come from? Junkyu thinks that'd be too easy, you toyed with him a lot today, he has to get his lick back somehow. "Don't act like you don't know what I mean baby..." He inches his face closer to you till you can feel his steaming breath on your lips. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson." Without taking your eyes away from his intent gaze on your lips you sharply inhale. You definitely get the memo when swiftly you are on the counter again your shorts ripped off your legs in record time. This is not how you saw this prank going at all but you can't say you're complaining.

Junkyu crashes his lips against yours desperate to prod your mouth open with his tongue, fiercely fighting for control. You can tell he's irritated enough and give in without a fight, you're too focused trying to keep up with his aggressive nature that you forget to breathe.

While your lips are starting to swell he pushes your panties to the side, looking like a rabid dog starved for days. "What a little slut how are you already so wet? Getting so needy from me being mean to you." You trace the lines of his hands with your eyes as he glides his fingers against your folds. His gaze is completely enamored by your, it's as if your a popsicle melting in the sun. His gaze burning holes into you while also making you more desperate. He loves dominating you watching you twitch at how antagonizing his motions are. He then lowers his head and licks his flat tongue against your dripping core making you melt in his hand. "This cunt tastes so good, so good just for me babygirl." he says staring deep into your eyes, he's so cocky. Only he could have you on the kitchen counter sensitive to his every touch. "I'll teach you to trick me again you cock hungry slut." Junkyu degrading you was different but god did it make your thighs press together (which he pried open of course) you were going to take his punishment like the dumb bitch you are.

Giving no time to adjust he sticks two fingers in the pain making you hitch your breath he just smirks and clicks his tongue. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, focusing hard on your walls clenching around his digits, while curling his tongue to flick your sensitive bud. You bite your lips trying to suppress your mewls and moans. God does he make it hard it's been less than a minute and yet he's hitting your g-spot so consistently he knows the insides and outs of your body better than you do sometimes. Junkyu being attentive as he is sharply takes notice, "You had no problem being a little brat earlier giggling while making me panic babygirl, daddy wants to hear every noise when he makes you cream on his fingers." You try to ignore him as you don't wan't all the neighbors to know that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb but he doesn't care. Misbehaving earned you a nice red mark on your thigh, it only made him more unrelenting. You try so hard to keep your composure but the way he's giving so much friction to your clit you can't help but grab his hair and push him away. Groaning when he quickly ceases "Ah Ah princess hands on the counter you're gonna take the punishment I give you." You end up trying to dig your nails into the counter only to have your grip fail you every single time. Junkyu finds you struggling under him so amusing, this is the person that tried to mess with him 10 minutes ago and now you're a moaning mess, begging him to give your poor pussy a break, how pathetic.

He rests his arm behind your back as your moans get louder and intensify, watching your strength and resistance weakening. "Junkyu—mmm I-I'm so—mm—" You try so hard to let him know but he's distracted, pounding into you unrelentingly. With every motion his palm hits your pussy rhythmically and sending shocks through your bud you didn't know were possible. Within seconds you release onto his finger shaking from the immense release washing over your body. It was like a mind numbing brain freeze of pure ecstasy. Whatever, Junkyu keeps going, "Stop closing your legs you cock drunk whore you know this what you deserve. Too bad you were being a stupid brat now daddy's gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until his fingers cramp." If there's one thing Junkyu doesn't do it's empty promises, your resistance if anything makes him rougher more aggressive than ever. Between your overstimulated moans and shaking all you can manage is "Junkyu please—stop! Daddy too much—Ah I can't! Please Junkyu—" He does nothing but continue to stare at your reactions, him biting his lip watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, he's so smug knowing that he's making you feel this way. You're his pretty little sex doll, no one else controls you like this, only him. Junkyu starts curling his fingers more, as overwhelming as it is he sure knows how to use his hands. "Daddy please it hurts, Junkyu it's too much I'm sorry please stop" you choke between tears the feeling has engulfed you, your legs are twitching and numb all you can do is hear the squelching of his hands rhythmically going in and out. "You should've thought about that earlier slut, and don't act like you're not enjoying this princess you haven't said our safe word once." It's like he scooped you out and ate you up, there's nothing you could hide from him. Junkyu ramming into your pussy over and over again until you can only think of him turns you on so much.

You quickly reach your second, third, and fourth orgasm. Around your incoming fifth orgasm he starts to burn up taking off his shirt to reveal his tonedd chest. Seeing you fully slutted out, cock drunk, and vulnerable for him just motivates him to keep going. As much as he'd like to keep up this "punishment" the tent in his pants has other ideas. "Fuck baby you keeping cumming and squirting for daddy think you got another one in you?" he unzips a bit to palm himself through his underwear. He's trying so hard to not be so needy, that's what you are, his vulnerable needy little fuck toy who is giving him such a show. But he couldn't help it hearing you yell his name, begging him, calling him daddy like the little slut you are how could he not get turned on. "Sorry daddy needs to feel all of you, Im gonna fill up your tight little cunt so good princess." You moan out in a dazed state, you couldn't even properly respond cause next thing you know his cock thrusts into you without warning. "Taking me in...so good baby, fuck!" His pace is so fast the room is filled with wet lewd noises and clapping of skin. Between your bodies is a mixture of so many different emotions and feelings. It drives him crazy feeling your walls clench and suck him in so well. He'd usually try and last longer but you just feel so good, he can feel everything it's as if he's on cloud nine. Only you could take him in so we'll, it was like you were made for him.

"I'm cumming baby girl, daddy's gonna fill up his pretty little toy with his seed." His pace starts to slow down you reaching your limit as well. Finally he releases into you with one last thrust and he circles your bud helping you both ride out your highs. Not moving an inch to make sure that not a drop of cum leaks out.You stay there for a while, pressing your sweaty heads together through the silence of your breaths. Even when Junkyu finally does pull out he pushes all his seed right back into you as if it's a precious homemade recipe. After finally wiping you down and helping you off the counter, that's when he goes back to your normal loving boyfriend. Asking you, "Let's go get some ice cream, hmm?"

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m0thergoose · 3 months

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SPOILERS FOR TOWL EPISODE FOUR PROCEED WTIH CAUTION FOR MY RUNNING COMMENTARY

OOO Michonne looks pissed I can’t wait

‘I can’t believe you did that’ ‘I can’t believe you said that’ - calling him out straight away good girl

OMG THE SCAR HE’S GONNA LOSE HIS MIND

Michonne/Danai is so beautiful

The way they’re looking at each other I’m going to die

Oh Michonne talk about Judith with him yeeeees

Calling him a creative writer, Michonne I’m gonna die

FOR YOUR CHILDREN OH MY GOD

SHE AINT LETTING HIM REST

HIS NAME IS RICK OH MY GOOOOOD

HES ALMOST 8 omg her heart is breaking because she hasn’t seen him in so long and he’s so big now, and Rick has missed so much

OHHHH MICHONNE ‘I don’t like who you are with them’ - me neither girl

‘They won a long time ago’ - oh Rick he is so broken

‘Do you think we can do anything? Because I do’ 🫶

What did they do to you? - oh Michonne man he’s so broken

‘Do you still love me’ awwww her broken wee voice I’m going to die

Omg they can go!!

Omg he said no

What the actual fuck

He is a broken man and Michonne is going to tear into him for this

He calls you the brave man 🥹

I could listen to Michonne talk about their kids all damn day

‘I found you but I didn’t’ 😢😢😢

Michonne call him out hahahahha, Rick is spewing some absolute bullshit

‘You’re lying’ Yaaas Michonne

GOD I love angry Michonne this is 10/10

And now are they gonna cry I can’t handle it

Aww my baby Michonne 😢😢😢

She’s just hoping he’ll open that door

Please open it

I’m losing my mind

Yaaaas go Rick go

Michonne gonna unleash on these walkers

YAAAAS RICK

fight them wooooo

‘I DONT EVEN HAVE A WEAPON COMMANDO’ - SASSY MICHONNE IM DEAD

‘The only time I feel safe is when I’m with you’🥹🥹🥹

‘I’m not the brave man’ - oh Rick

YEAH HIT HIM MICHONNE

‘I don’t know who you are because the man I knew would never talk to me like that’ - my heart is BROKEN

How are we fixing this jeeeesus

God I love seeing them fighting together

‘I had this’ - ‘I had this’ GOD THEY ARE BOTH SO SASSY

oh noooooo Michonne is trapped

Omg rick fucking help her

Omg is he gonna kiss her

Or is he gonna cry

OMG it’s happening guys jesuuuuus this is all the richonners have ever wanted

He’s losing his mind

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I CANT COPE

THIS EPISODE IS DESTROYING ME

‘he looks like me’ - ‘so he’s really good looking’ 😂😂

ROUND TWO!!???!! Disturbed by roomba - love that ricky dicky doo da country boi has no idea what a roomba is lmao

‘One bad harvest - something has to burn to bring it back’ - OMG HE’S TALKING ABOUT HIS DAD??

‘You’re still lying to me. You’re lying to yourself’ - damn right keep calling him out Michonne

OMG THE SCAR

SHES GOING TO TELL HIM WOW

DARYL MENTION

‘SHE STOLE JUDITH’ - his faaaace!!

‘I don’t wanna go into how’ 😢😢😢😢

‘But I kept believing’ 🥹🥹🥹

Omg his hand 😢😢😢

‘You’re still trying, I see it’ he is trying Michonne just keep pushing and he’ll make it

‘I’m sorry for what they did to you’ 😢😢😢😢

Michonne laying down the law - ‘Sit, Rick’ 😂😂

She really couldn’t give a fuck if the building collapses around them she is going to make him talk to her

‘They took a year from me’ ‘I don’t know if she’s okay’ 😢😢😢😢

‘It’s hurting me Rick’ 😢 Rick NEVER wants to hurt her he loves her so much this is heartbreaking

OH MY GOD CARL IM BAWLING

‘I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU’

OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE HE CANT FACE LOSING HER ALL OVER AGAIN

THE CARL PHONE 😢😢😢😢😢😢

‘I found you Rick’ 🫶

I love them so much Michonne honestly is the strongest woman alive

Aww he’s in a jumper not his uniform 💖💖💖💖

THE ELEVATOR KISS

GO GO GO

THEM SWITCHING SEATS LMAOOOO

‘WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO’ 💖💖💖💖💖

God this is beautiful

A happy ending no cliffhanger???? Oooooo

OMG ARE WE GETTING PROPOSAL WEDDING NEXT WEEK

#twd #michonne #richonne #rick grimes #the walking dead #danai gurira #andrew lincoln #towl #the ones who live #rick and michonne #twd: the ones who live #episode 4 #towl episode 4 #what we #Danai gurira is a fucking GENIUS #this ep is so powerful away to rewatch several times #towl spoilers #spoilers

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aloy-sobek · 3 months

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Vet Bills and a Sick Kitty Boy

Hello all, over the past month and a half I have incurred some medical bills for my cat Alistair, that while one bill hurts but isn't world ending. Multiple have put us in a bind.

Our Total: $430/$1176.86

My Paypal: tielfingriley or paypal.me/tieflingriley

The Story:

So my sweet yet very hungry boy Alistair, had been having stomach troubles. He's 12 years old, so not uncommon for a cat his age, and he has always had a bit of a sensitive tum, but this was different. He was projectile vomiting mostly water, and I had noticed he was loosing weight. He is a long cat, and his healthy weight sits at 15-16 pounds.

So we take him to the vet and the do a initial blood panel with a special panel to check a for a heart protein, it is here that I learn my asthmatic cat also has a heart murmur! But because of the special check it had to be sent to THE ONLY LAB IN THE US THAT CHECKS FOR IT, which meant it was pricey

Good news, blood came back fine. His heart and kidneys weren't failing but he was still vomiting water at this time. At this point we were moved to a different vet who noted his long term tum issues. Informing me that long term inflammation can lead to Gastrol Intestinal Cancer. (Maybe) They only DEFINITIVE way of checking was to slice him open and do biopsies, which wasn't ideal. Instead we opted for an Ultrasound, it would check for inflammation, which would say absolutely yes or no on inflammation, but would still be a maybe on the cancer (however its the same treatment either way). But could also check Liver, Pancreas, and Gallbladder. I of course chose this because it was far less invasive to the boy. Alistair did need to be sedated. He isn't a violent cat, but he is a squirmy noodle.

This is when things got really spicy for us financially. You see this happened RIGHT before my birthday. Like legit I found out my cat had maybe cancer the day before. And my husband a few weeks prior had bought me a rather nice gift of storage drawers? IDK what you would call it but furniture for my art supplies to be stored in. It was a bit pricey but I was having a rough time and a history of astronomically shitty birthdays. (As you can see, the universe has a sense of humor)

So the Ultrasound came back. Yes there are signs of inflammations, so cancer is still a maybe. However, what had the doctors eyes and was concerning her more was the pancreas. It was, extended and incorrect. She believed that it wasn't producing a enzyme to help break down food, particularly fat, for absorption. Essentially, on top of the inflammation, Alistair was slowly starving to death. However before just popping some pig panceas pills inside my boy, she wants to make sure. So more blood work, TO THE ONLY LAB IN THE US OF COURSE, an another bill.

Now we are waiting on this information. He is on some pro and prebiotics that have stopped the vomiting entirely. However his weight is still quite thin. I am unsure if we will have more hefty bills. For reference a checkup at this vet is 50 bucks. So normally its not to rough on us, and check up plus vaccines is 100 which is a planned event. None of this was planned to say the least.

AND NOW THE SAPPY SHIT

Alistair saved my life. I know logically getting a cat as a means to not kill yourself isn't the best thing to do, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Ive had him since September of 2012. I love that fluffy biscuit stealing bastard with my entire heart. I have a tattoo on him on my arm, my first and currently only tattoo. Because of him, I was able to live a longer and healthier life and I want that for him.

Despite being a cat, he loves biscuits, potato chips, and the tops of muffins but only the tops. He can and will open cookie jars for cookies. I have explained he is an obligate carnivore and he has explained like a good southern he cant turn down a carb.

He will fist fight you for cheese. Love to play fetch with a hair tie. Isn't a lap cat with the exception of me. LOVES NAPS, and likes to watch Markiplier.

He's a very good boy with separation anxiety, and tummy issues who just wants to nap and eat and I think we can all relate.

Oh...and he has a little mustache

Thank you to all who donate and to everyone who spreads the word to help us get out of this debt.

#Fundraising #gofundme #Donate if you can #But absolutely reblog #Thank you so much #Alistair the cat #Cat

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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WE NEED A LUCY GETTING INJURED AND TRYING TO BE INDEPENDENT BUT CANT

I hope you like this anon! Has anyone had a boot for a fractured foot? I have and it’s not fun.

WE NEED A LUCY GETTING INJURED AND TRYING TO BE INDEPENDENT BUT CANT

So pick me up, get me lost way out

It happens so fast that Lucy barely has time to think. She’s shoved down and her ankle goes all wonky and she hears a crack and she falls down. She yelps in pain and holds her ankle, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

Aaron rushes over his face full of concern as he pulls her out of the way. “Lucy?” He says. “Are you okay?”

Lucy nods and ignores the tears in her eyes swiping at them and then standing up wincing when she gets up.

“Fine.” She mutters. “Can we please go?” Aaron hesitates before moving away from her and she hobbles to the shop and climbs in with a wince.

Aaron loads the suspects in back and then climbs in, glancing over at her. “Are you sure you are okay? You fell pretty hard.” She glares at the man in the backseat who had shoved her and then nods at Aaron.

“I’m fine. I promise.” She says. She leans back against the seat ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle. She would take some Advil and be fine.

She just had to get past Tim first because her boyfriend was observant and he knew her better than anyone. If she could avoid him, she would be able to say she’s fine.

They get back to the station and Lucy limps inside. She hears Aaron ask if she’s alright again but she ignores him.

They book the suspect and then head out to the bullpen, Lucy looks around for Tim and spots him talking to Angela in his unfairly attractive metro shirt and pants. If she didn’t feel like she was going to throw up from the pain she would drag him into his office.

But as it was she was avoiding him.

She limps to a desk, far away from Tim and sits down tears in her eyes. She spins around so if Tim looks over he could only see her back.

Unfortunately for her, Tim can sense her in a crowd and he is besides her before she knows it.

“Hey.” He says and she turns to face him hoping her face doesn’t give anything away.

“Hey yourself.” She says trying to sound light. Tim tilts his head at her, looking her up and down.

“You good?” He asks. Other than my ankle hurting so bad I feel like I’m going to throw up. Yeah I’m good she thinks to herself.

“Never better.” She says smiling at him. He frowns at her like he doesn’t believe her and damn him and his Lucy sense.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

She nods. She just needs to get to her bag so she can take some Advil and maybe she won’t feel the pain.. as much.

Tim nods and squeezes her hand gently before moving away. Once he’s out of sight, Lucy gets up and limps to the locker rooms not noticing Tim’s observant eyes from a distance. She sits on the bench and grabs the Advil and downs it in one sip. She braces herself as she gets up, and walks out straight into Tim’s chest. He grabs her when she almost falls down and leads her to a chair without another word.

“Lucy.” He says sternly standing in front of her. “Why are you limping?” She bites her lip and she supposes there’s no harm in telling Tim, she just had to downplay how much it hurt.

“I fell down and hurt my ankle.” She admits and Tim blanches a little as bends down to look for any other injury. “But I’m fine.” She pushes him away gently.

“Let me see your ankle.” He says softly. She blanches this time and shakes her head. She’s not sure why she’s being so stubborn. She just doesn’t want to make a big deal of it.

“Tim I’m—” She starts but Tim is removing her shoe gently and then her sock. His eyes widen when he sees how swollen her ankle is. She winces a little bit because she didn’t even realize it was that swollen.

“Baby.” He mutters. “Did you get this checked out?”

She shakes her head. “No.” She says and continues before Tim can speak again. “It’s probably a sprain Tim. It’s nothing. I took some Advil and I will be fine.”

“Lucy.” He starts but she gives him a look and he shuts his mouth. He stands up and then bends down and gives her a kiss on the head. “If it gets worse please come find me.” He mutters into her hair.

She nods, and he gives her one last concerned look before he leaves her.

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Lucy spends the rest of shift limping around and trying not to make it seem too obvious she’s in excruciating pain. She waves everyone off who asks if she’s okay, and she downs another couple Advils hoping it will help.

Finally, she’s changing out and winces when she sees her ankle a little more swollen then before. She winces as she tries to pull on her leggings, but her ankle hurts too much to stand on and she can’t do it without standing up.

She knows Tim is waiting for her, so she bunches them and pulls them on the best she can. She knows they look wonky but it’s the best she can do. She pulls her shirt on and then her shoes. She cries out in pain, and then Tim is running in.

“Tim..” She starts but he holds up his hand to stop her.

“We are going to the hospital.” He says. She opens her mouth to protest but he’s helping her up.

“I’m fine.” She says. He glares at her as they move out of the locker room.

“You are not fine Lucy. You have been walking on this damn ankle all day and you probably made it worse.” He snaps. She feels tears burn her eyes, and she knows Tim’s not trying to be mean he is just concerned.

“I’m sorry.” She mutters. “I just didn’t want a big fuss and I wanted to be independent.”

Tim’s face softens when he looks at her. “I know baby.” He says pulling his keys out to unlock his truck. “But I want to help you. I know you are strong and independent and that’s one of the things I love about you but you don’t have to be that all the time. You can have help sometimes.”

Lucy turns awkwardly but buries her face into his chest.

“I know.” She mumbles and she feels his fingers comb through her hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” He says. “Now let’s get this ankle checked out.” He helps her into his truck and gives her a small kiss. And then hurried to the driver’s side.

When they get to the hospital, he helps her in a wheelchair, which she hates but she takes one look at Tim’s face and sits down without another word.

She’s wheeled back and he’s left alone. She hates that she worried him, hates that she made him snap because she was being so stubborn.

She loves him so much.

She gets an x-ray and then is wheeled back to where Tim is pacing anxiously. “It looks like a fracture.” Says the doctor following Lucy in. He puts up the x-ray’s to show where the fracture line is.

“You will have to wear a boot. And be in light duty at work.” He says and Lucy groans. Tim squeezes her hand and he looks relived she is getting help.

“It will just be for a little bit babe.” He whispers. “And then you will be back on the streets being a bad ass.”

Lucy laughs and nods as they put the god awful boot on her. She stands up and Tim balances her as she gets used to walking in it.

They leave the hospital hand in hand, walking slowly as Lucy walks heel to toe, heel to toe.

She climbs in his truck, and reaches for him when he slides in.

“I’m sorry.” She mutters. “For being so stubborn. Thank you for knocking some sense into me.”

“Mmm.” Says Tim softly, running his fingers across her cheeks and she sighs happily at the feeling.

“That’s my job ya know.” He says. “As your amazing boyfriend.”

She rolls her eyes at him but slides her hand into his and rests it on the console realizing how lucky she was to have Tim in her life to take care of her. And she knew he always would, just like she would always take care of him.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered

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homoerotvic · 1 year

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van palmer. the goalie, the protector. sitting back, high alert, waiting for when her team needs her.

her way of helping is to protect, its to literally throw herself, her whole body, at whatever comes her way. this in soccer, but also in relationships. hurt me, dont hurt yourself - it doesnt matter if you try to bite my face off or if the ropes burn through my skin; you're sleeping safely. i'll never be afraid of you. you think i cant handle this?

also it says a lot about the dynamics of tai x van and tai x simone. i like both of these pairings, for very different reasons; i think tai x simone is definitely the healthier one, the safer one. the long marriage and a kid. i think 2x01 showed something very clearly by contrasting these two relationships when tai's partners find out about sleepwalking tai:

when simone realised something was up with tai ("i dont recognize you", "youre not the woman i married", but mainly finding the shrine) she did what any well-adjusted person would do and RAN tf away from that both for self protection and for the protection of their child (until Tai agreed to seek the therapy she urgently!!! needs). and no one can judge her for that, because lets be honest, what would you do after finding out your spouse made a shrine of your dog's severed head and heart in the basement? and doesnt even remember doing it?

meanwhile van's response can be seen as the opposite; she got closer, made it almost impossible to get ANY closer by tying herself up to tai, even after being hurt by her in that state (this isn't you, it's something that's happening to you... happening to us. i'll never be afraid of you.) i honestly think there's not much that tai could do that would make van run from her. if anything, it would only draw her closer, as a desire to protect tai from herself (or, as i think van will come to believe, from "it") at all costs. i think eventually tai could hurt van very badly (one more near death experience for our indestructible lesbian lol) and yet van would STILL not be afraid of her, tai would be the one to distance herself. and THATS where the mental illness lies babes xoxo

#like fr i get her i love her i..... have been her #p #yellowjackets #i just want her to come out alive and okay and not be an hallucination in 2021 lmaooooo #i know in this show there are probably no happy endings but GODDAMN van deserves one #and so does tai for that matter but girl... therapy.... please.....#i knowwwww vans going to buy into the whole lottie thing and probably do some real fucked up shit but hey i do not care. vans my blorbo.#yellowjackets spoilers #yellowjackets s2 #taissa x simone #taissa x van #van palmer

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wandasmistress · 2 years

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Bound

Synopsis- After an accident that made your mental state progressively worse you were put into even more of a slump, can a special someone whose relationship to you is undefined at heart come and pull you out?

Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings- A tiny bit of angst

Word Count- 2.1k

A/N- I cant believe why I cant just sit down and fucking write, like my motivation literally just evaporated and left me stranded. Hopefully I can get out of this slump and deliver some more angst filled stories, I have a few written that I just need to finish, but enjoy this one for now.

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You hated sitting trapped in this chair all day, staring through the dreary crusted window which you looked at daily. You decided that it was best to sit still because you didn’t want to move and be reminded of your impaired state. Self-hate was a strong mindset that you seemed trapped in and couldn’t break free from no matter how hard you tried, not that you did. So you stuck to staying still, letting in the dreariness that overcame you so quickly in a matter of months.

“Y/n, would you get out of that corner and away from that damned window!” A sudden voice knocked you out of the eerily calm silence that engulfed the room. But you knew who it was, your friend of some sort, that seemingly still acted like she cared for you, but you knew it was all a front.

“Why should I? What’s there to do? Where is there to go, huh?” You burst out, turning around in your chair in one quick motion, effectively silencing her.

Your friend, Wanda was too stunned to speak from your words so she stood at the door with her hands wrapped around her torso.

“Because… it’s- it hurts seeing you like this every day.” She spoke quietly.

“Well, no one asked you to come here! I never requested your presence, not once!” You shouted back, letting your suppressed emotions rage out. Wanda faintly flinched from the tone of voice you emitted, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she was applying to her bunched hands.

“I know you didn’t ask me but I wanted to come, you’re my friend-” She was cut off.

“Yeah, friend, ok, like that hasn’t stopped people from leaving before,” You muttered under your breath, loud enough for Wanda to hear.

Wanda looked away instantly and sucked in a shallow breath, it was eating away at her to see you in this condition. You were all she had left and seeing the way you spoke with such hostility towards her shattered her heart.

“Well, I’m sorry for caring Y/n, has it ever crossed your mind that I haven’t left you, and never will?” She snaps, her hands flying to her sides as she advances on you, looking down on you which made your eyes falter just for a second.

“When will you realize that I don’t need you, Wanda. Just because I’m crippled doesn’t mean I need your ‘support’.” You yelled back, enmity dripping from your words as you yelled your true thoughts out.

Wanda lost all hope of having a civil conversation with you today, but in reality, she never actually had a civilized conversation with you for months. She walked out of the room the next second, you were hot on her heels moving to slam the door shut with the best of your strength you barely had to begin with.

You let out a huff in anger and wheeled your way back to the window, one more person gone. You stared out the window and saw Wanda’s retreating form, she was wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her cloth shirt as she marched down the hill towards her red Buick Verano. Deep down you didn’t want her to leave but you didn’t know how to speak up and say it, deep down you did need Wanda for the emotional support you needed greatly.

You have always felt as if there was a dark cloud that followed you around everywhere, you’ve always felt as if there was something wrong with yourself but you could never seem to get away from the thoughts, so they ate at you. You distanced yourself from your family and close friends unconsciously and made yourself believe that everyone was leaving you when it was the exact opposite.

So when the accident happened a few months ago, everything finally snapped for you, losing the ability to walk was the most strenuous thing that has ever happened to you. Now it gave people a real physical reason to look at you with such pity that you deeply despised. A permanent scowl rested on your face, you were sick of it all. All of the looks, all of the emotions, all of the struggle. You detested yourself so much like you were trapped in a revolting body that you felt confined to against your will. You had stopped looking into the mirror when you used the bathroom and stared up when moving in the wheelchair so you didn’t have to look at the limp limbs that brought so much more darkness upon you.

But at the same time, your feelings about the situation were a little exultant, how you now had a real reason for people to accept your demoralizing behavior. Somewhere in your mind, you thanked the drunk driver who carelessly crashed into the side of your automobile and shattered your spine. It also gave you a reason to quit and give up, and that's why you were currently being held in a psychiatric hospital where nurses invaded your privacy every hour and you felt unbearably uncomfortable all the time. But at the end of the day, she brought herself here, isolating herself to the point of extreme loneliness.

Now knowing that everyone that has tried coming close to you is gone you can no longer bear to look out the window, turning herself away from it and wheeling herself over to your bed, unfolding the corner of the sheets that you could reach and doing your best to get onto the bed. Once you propped herself up on the bed, swinging your flimsy legs over the edge and tucking them further into the sheets you let out a sigh of relief. Not having to look at your legs anymore brought you some fulfillment, you were also pleased with the way you got into bed. Not having to ask for help even though the bed was lowered specifically for you but that didn’t matter to you because you haven’t slept in your bed ever since you arrived here. Too much of a burden attempting to get in and out every single day and you didn’t want to put any effort into it and opted to stay remained in the wheelchair, accepting your fate that you didn’t have to stick to.

Day by day you stayed in the same position, curled up in the bed whose sheets were too thin and the comforter reeked of antiseptics. Your head remained in the same position on the firm pillow, tears not daring to escape your fatigued eyes. You stared off into the distance, looking at the unadorned white wall, you felt as if you were looking at yourself in a mirror, eerily bare. You refused to turn around and have that window in your view, you hated the frayed and worn-out window that has been your constant view for months.

You couldn’t figure out why you no longer wanted to look out the window, but unknown to you that’s the sign everything was about to change. While in isolation multiple nurses came over to check on you and get you to eat but each time they came around you got more still and silent, hoping they would go away. You knew that when they left they were scribbling down paragraphs on your behavior and what doses of drugs to fill you up with to fix you.

This time of intense seclusion gave you time to swim around in your deep dark thoughts and process what was to be the rest of your life. And as you fell into sleep each night you imagined being surrounded by your family members who were either dead or fell out of contact with you. Making up scenarios in your head of happy moments that never existed, but at least it was a distraction that you needed from the mass loneliness you felt so often.

As more and more of the dreams started to occur, you got stuck in a world of make-believe, building fake connections with made-up people that put a sorrowful smile on your face. But it all stopped the second you were brought back to reality to see that you now had needles injected into your arms, and machines surrounded you. Your squinted crusted eyes looked around the fluorescent consumed room, possibly thinking you had made it to the gates of heaven. But as your eyes adjusted to the light you realized you were still in the harrowing hospital room you longed to leave even if it was just for one second, your permanent frown deepening.

As you looked around more you found Wanda curled up in the hospital room's plastic uncomfortable armchair, your heartstrings tugged and twisted deeply in your chest at the sight, feeling guilty for having put her in this position, you questioned why she was still here pretending to care.

A sudden stinging feeling spiked in your throat and you started to cough harshly, trying to remove the lodged object from your mouth. Your heart monitor started to beep rapidly, effectively shaking Wanda right from her deep sleep. She shot up from the armchair, eyes frantically searching the room when they landed on your struggling figure, rushing over to your bedside and removing your hands from clawing at the feeding tube more.

“No, no you need that. You can’t remove it, please Y/n.” Wanda pleaded with teary eyes.

It was hard for you to keep eye contact with her, after all this time it was still another type of hurt when you saw Wanda crying or overly emotional. So you opted to look away from her daunting eyes and to her limp fingers that wrapped around each other.

A sharp pang in Wanda’s heart at seeing you redirect your gaze, but she knew that you couldn’t talk from the tube, and somehow that made her feel better so she wouldn’t be able to hear your venomous words full of malicious intent.

“I thought I lost you,” She spoke softly, gently resting her hand on your cold arm. “You can’t die.”

This made you look up at her with wide eyes, searching for dishonesty, and tears started to form in your eyes.

“I know you won’t believe this, but I care for you, deeply. You might think everyone abandoned you, but Y/n I’m still here and I always will be. You are loved.” She said calmly, watching a single tear slip from your shallow eye.

You shook your head in denial and moved away from Wanda’s soothing touch, but Wanda didn’t take it harshly as she swiftly climbed on the bed and curled up next to your stiff form.

“I can’t lose you,” Wanda spoke, breaking the short silence.

Your harsh breathing started becoming shallow at Wanda’s confession, you hadn’t thought about what this has done to Wanda. How you never really cared to ask or know what goes on in her life since she told you how you were her only friend at the beginning of your relationship.

Suddenly you felt very selfish about never caring to ask or even check up on her to see if she was doing ok because you wished someone would have done that to you sooner before everything got progressively deplorable. At this moment you realized that you might have not wanted her company, but Wanda needed yours.

You wrapped your hand around Wanda’s shoulders, pulling her in tighter. Instead of sitting here resenting and ignoring her, you could try to make the situation better and accept her advances to heal your chipped relationship.

You realized that you were both in some way broken and in need of healing, just expressing the affliction differently, you would rather do it together than apart. You wanted to be there for Wanda because, in the end, she was all you had left and why would you waste your time in your thoughts making up imaginary scenarios of fake happiness when you could get the real thing from in front of you.

You could come together and heal instead of staying separated, over time your bond would eventually become just as strong as when you first bumped into each other at the library all those years ago, how Wanda didn’t let you out of her grasp after that. Now thinking back on how you were never truly lonely, or maybe it was because you were two lonely people who stuck together just to have someone.

You would learn to focus on yourself and your needs while being there for Wanda who fundamentally was also very dolorous. Also realizing that you weren’t bound to the self-deprecating loneliness that you felt so often, now you had a chance to change it, alter the course of your feelings, and your fate, and move forward one step at a time, together with Wanda.

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twicesserafim · 9 months

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"Couples fight, it's all gonna be okay."

[Not proofread!]

Third Person Pov:

"well if you listened to me, kkura!" "i am, y/n! you're lying. I can tell when you lie, why do you keep going out late, not telling me who you're with or what you're doing!" "because i cant, babe." "Jesus fuck, i cant do this. I need some air."

You groaned, sitting back down on the bed, running your hand through your hair before mumbling. "okay, fine. do whatever you want." That's a line both of you know, the like you use when you're upset with the person you said it to.

Sakura knew for sure, you're mad at her. She sighed and grabbed a hoodie, throwing it on, grabbing her phone and wallet before walking out. She walked out of the dorm. It took about an hour before there was a knock on your door.

"hm?" "hey.. it's zuha, can i come in?" "yeah, go ahead" She opened the door before closing it behind her, "what's up zuzu?" "eunchae isnt.. happy" "what? why?" "what's going on between you and kkura unnie?"

"uh, im not cheating, im trying to plan something for our 3 year anniversary but she thinks im cheating and stuff. It's just- complicated, i don't know." "are you guys gonna be okay?" "i hope so, i hope we don't break up over something this dumb."

"yeah.. we all hope so too." "why is eunchae upset?" "listen.. it's.. you and kkura unnie are like her parents. you guys fighting feels like her parents are fighting, she doesn't feel good. Because she's worried you guys are gonna break up"

You groaned before running your eyes, "can i talk to her?" "yeah, give me a sec." Kazuha left and less then a minute later, eunchae came in. "unnie.." "eunnie, it's okay, hun." "are you guys gonna be okay?" You nodded with a soft smile. "have you been crying, unnie?" "not really"

"you look like you've been at least crying a little bit, you also look tired. get some sleep and i'll wake you up with kkura unnies home" "you don't have to wake me up, we can talk and sort it out when we're ready, but we're gonna be okay. don't worry, okay?" "okay.. rest well, unnie." "thanks, eunchae"

...

Sakura walked into the room and into the bathroom, as the shower turned on. You laid there, you weren't happy. You were still upset with her. Mad, sad, upset, disappointed and betrayed. Did she really think you would cheat?

Once she walked out, you guys locked eyes for a few seconds before her eyebrows furrowed. "have you been crying?" "no" "liar" she whispered, walking up closer to you, taking a closer look at you. "you've been crying."

"leave it." "crying because you broke up with your side-" "my fucking god, sakura! there's no one else, why don't you get that!" "right. so what the hell are you doing? huh? if there's no one?!" "why can't you trust me?" "why can't you tell me?"

"why don't you fucking trust me, sakura." you asked, your voice sounded desperate. It sounded.. hurt. Sakura rubbed her face, "i do trust you. you're just acting weird, do now i'm questioning if i should be trusting you."

"just because i'm acting weird? what about it? i'm not cheating, i never have and i never will." "and how am i supposed to believe you?" "because we're dating?!" "and what about it!?" "are you gonna trust me or not." "i don't know, alright? just let me think about this."

"sleep on the damn couch, i'm over this." "are you breaking up with me to be with your side or something?!" "there is no side! and no! we aren't breaking up!" "sure." "i'm so over this. what fucking side do you think i have!?" "some pretty girl, god knows."

"yeah, you." "im your side? whose your main then?" You groaned, "so there are two? or multiple.. you fucking bitch." "miyawaki sakura." "what" "don't call me that" "why not" "im your girlfriend!" "correction, was my girlfriend."

You looked at her in disbelief before shaking your head, tears welling up in your eyes, opening the closet and pulling out a small box from the corner. "i was gonna ask you to marry me, dumbass." you mumbled, throwing the box at the bottom of her feet.

"what?" "leave me alone." "y/n.." "get out of my face" "i'm sorry" "i don't care" Sakura was speechless. She's never felt so foolish, so stupid before, she reached down and grabbed the box, opening it. "it's.." "your dream ring? i know."

"i'm sorry" "mhm" "are we still together?" "i don't know." Sakura kept on staring at the ring. Wiping away the tears that filled her eyes, the guilt was gut wrenching. She wanted to throw up. She's never felt more stupid.

"i.." "can you please leave me alone for a bit?" your voice was shaky, it came out almost like a whisper. Sakura cleared her throat softly, closing the ring box and putting it on the night stand. "yeah.. of course."

She mumbled, hesitating but walking towards you, you had your back turned to her, sakura kissed your shoulder blade, "goodnight, i love you." You stayed quiet as she sighed, opening the door but turning back to glance at you before leaving the room.

"i'm a fucking idiot." "we know." chaewon and yunjin said as sakuras eyes widened, "we heard it all, what the hell, unnie?!" sakura let them scold and yell her as much as they wanted before laying on the couch, pulling a blanket over her body.

Closing her eyes, that's when the two realized. They never had to say anything. She already felt horrible. The next day, none of the members have seen sakura in the state she was now, tired, zoned out, unresponsive, not smiley, it's was just.. nothing.

Eunchae was.. in a state too, she was upset, mad and disappointed. Upset that you guys were arguing, mad that you said you guys would be okay but you guys aren't. And disappointed in sakura.

Sakura made a promise to eunchae, a few months back that she would never hurt you. She broke the promise. Eunchae hasn't said a single word to sakura, but neither of them have really spoken up, the dorm is usually pretty quiet becaus everyone's in their own rooms.

But once you guys get together it's loud, but that isnt the case today. Even when you're together, it's even quieter then when you're alone. The room is quiet, full of tension and awkwardness.

"you said you would be okay." eunchae finally spoke up, you looked up from the plate of food in front of you. "we will be" "doesn't look like it.. you promised you would never hurt her." "i know" sakura whispered, glancing between eunchae and the plate of food before shoving half a slice of bread into her mouth to avoid speaking.

"eunchae" chaewon mumbled sternly, "no! this is stupid! can you guys just talk it out?! y/n unnie you never shut people out! you always talk about your problems! do that this time! kkura unnie.. make it up to her somehow. you guys aren't done."

"im with the kid on this one." yunjin muttered before they looked at kazuha and chaewon. "me too" kazuha agreed as chaewon sighed. "i hate to admit it, but you guys can't give up now, it's almost 3 years, plus you're like perfect for each other. so come on.."

You and sakura looked at each other, both of you pushing the plate of food forward, standing up and going into your shared room, closing the room and locking it. "so what?" "im sorry" "mhm"

"it.. i'm aware for my behaviour and what i siad was hurtful to you and i didn't think before i said a single word, i was a jerk. Though it doesn't excuse anything that i said or the reason why i was upset, i realized that i didn't care about your feelings to emotions because i got defensive. But.. i still didn't care."

"you were so fucking rude." "forgive me or not i just want to say that i love you more then anything, nothing like this will ever happen again, and i promise to you. I will, make it up to you. Only if you let me." You locked eyes for a few moments before it broke.

Something in you lost it, tears welled up in your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks, sakura immediately pulled you into her arms, placing one hand on the back of your head and the other rubbing your back softly.

You sobbed into her neck as the gut wrenching feeling came back. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" she whispered, "i love you more then anything, please forgive me, i'm sorry, my love. Please stop crying, i was stupid and reckless, i took advantage of you, that was the worst mistake of my life."

Sakura continued to mumble comforting words before she went quiet, only focusing on comforting you, after maybe 20 minutes? The sobs were quieter and your breaths slowed, less tears came out. "are you okay now?" she whispered.

You caught your breath and went to wipe your eyes but your girl beat you to it. "are you okay?" you nodded. "are we okay..? are you mine?" you hesitated but nodded, "promise me you'll never do or say anything like that again."

"i promise. you have my word." "right.. so you're gonna marry me right?" sakura nodded with a small smile. "of course" your lips connected for a few seconds before you guys pulled away. You poked your head outside as the member turned over the look.

Once you walked out, they saw you're guys fingers were intertwined. "assa!" "oh my god!" "they're okay!" Eunchae stayed quiet, only running to the two of you as you both wrapped your arm around her.

"i told you that we would be okay" you whispered. "never fight again" you both looked at each other with a small smile before looking back to eunchae. "we'll never fight that badly again, but couples fight, it's normal."

"not you guys.." "eun, all couples fight, it's all gonna be okay" you mumbled as she sighed before nodding, "don't fight like that again" you both agreed as everything returned to the way it was before.

Everything was okay.

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insanely long analysis of the ep promise of she-ra <3

(first a bit of S1e10- the beacon)

[Adora is talking to the woods as she-ra.] Just let me fix this, please! I-I can’t let anyone else get hurt. [she transforms back into adora and sits down] Fine. You win. You want me to be weak? Well. I am. And I’m afraid. Because, I-I’m no good at any of this.

God doesn’t that hurt immediately off the bat. “just let me fix this, please” is a perfect summary of adoras entire character. She is so, so desperate to be useful- she needs to help other people, she needs to fix everything and save everyone. She cant let herself be a person, shes a vessel (HRUAHHRAGHHH season 5) to help others, shes a tool and a means to an end. Shes the hero. But shes bad at that, because no matter how much she represses herself, she feels and wants things so strongly all the time. She hopes and begs for direction and destiny but shes terrified of not having control. She will desperately try again and again to be the perfect hero-sacrifice that will heal the world and keep her friends safe but she doesn’t want that, not really, what she wants is to go to parties and hang out with her friends and catra, but she feels she doesn’t deserve that. She cant let herself have anything she wants. But she still does. Shes afraid and shes weak and shes too young for this. Her wanting things so strongly is what ruins everyones plans, shadow weaver’s and light hope’s and horde prime’s. its what saves everyone. This doesn’t have anything to do w the scene I was talking about anymore oops. “I’m no good at any of this” just confirms that, shes bad at being your standard self sacrificing selfless hero in the same way catra was bad at being an unfeeling purely evil villain. She just cant stop being a person

Ok now onto Promise: the ep starts immediately after that scene, with adora going inside the crystal castle looking for answers on how to heal glimmer, and catra following after her looking for tech that she can use (and also to spy on adora bc that might not have been her primary objective but shes not gonna pass up on that chance lol)

“You are not ready yet. You must let go.” “let go of what?” [camera pans to catra] will always be so. Ugh poetic cinema

How did anyone ever trust light hope lmao immediately from the first time she shows up shes all like “free yourself of all of your earthly attachments and join my hero training course”. Also, again, adora’s attachment to catra (and glimmer and bow) has always been the main thing saving her from falling head first into self sacrificial bullshit. She cant let go of her. She will never fully let go of her.

Catra: What's going on? Why are those things trying to kill us?

She-Ra: They're trying to kill you. This place sees you as an invader.

Catra: Well, can't you tell them to stop?

She-Ra: [incredulously, frustrated] No, I can't tell them to stop! Clearly nothing in here is listening to me!

Oh I just realized something. The crystal castle is a place that was made for adora and caters to her, and it sees catra as an invader. Much like how in the Horde, adora was favoritized and shadow weaver’s center of attention while catra was mistreated and discarded. Seen as an invasion, a corrupting force in Adora’s life. The one thing adora cant control in the crystal castle is how it reacts to catra, it activates security protocol no matter what she does, like how adora could never fully protect catra from shadow weaver and the others. Even throughout the episode and at the end, we see catra fighting tooth and nail to survive everything the castle throws at her while adora undermines her (“I had it.” “Sure you did.”), and by the end all her fighting pays off and she comes out victorious, like how she goes up in the horde until shes effectively its lord. The crystal castle (im just gonna call it CC) literally becomes the fright zone throught the simulation too I cant believe I didn’t get this before

Catra: Anyway, what are you doing here? [angrily, sarcastically] Where are your new best friends? I thought you guys did eVeRyThInG together.

The similarity between this and the flashback scene where we see a child catra say “go eat with your new best friend lonnie! I know you like her better than me. Youre supposed to me my friend” really shows how immature they still are I think. Not as a like, inherent character flaw or smth, they just weren’t raised in a place where emotional maturity is a thing you learn. They were never taught how to deal with their emotions in any way, other than “repress it really hard, hit someone and blow up a civilian”. Of course theyre emotionally stunted. This probably also contributes to both of them’s very black and white way of thinking. Also theyre still in the 17-18 range so like literally theyre teens. Just goes to show that them being separated for a while was necessary, bc they needed to break off their codependency to be able to grow as people and mature emotionally, that would never happen if they stayed together and just enabling each others toxic traits, instead of being able to have a healthy relationship like they do after the end.

Something I also never considered before is why the CC showed them the memories it did? Like. Was it light hope that chose those? I assume so since she not only has shown she can do that but also watched adora her entire life so she knows all her memories. Did she specifically pick out painful memories that she thought would tear them further apart? It seems obvious now but I just never thought ab this before. The first memory shown does go against that tho, its just baby adora and catra being cute. Maybe she wanted to show them how much their relationship had deteriorated?

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Ooooouough this is when it starts to hurt pray for my emotional stability

Adora: ...Can I ask you something?

Catra: Can I stop you?

Adora: ...Why did you help me escape after Shadow Weaver captured us?

Catra: Not this again.

Adora: It's the one thing I can't figure out. You didn't have to do that. You could've gotten caught...why risk it? [Rock on the edge crumbles beneath her; yelps] Whoa, whoa, whoa--!

Catra: Did you really think I'd just let Shadow Weaver erase your memory like that?

Adora: I dunno. Probably.

[Adora grunts as Catra pulls her up]

Catra: Yeah, well, you never did have too much faith in me.

Adora: Can you blame me?

Catra: Not really.

This is so. Ugh. I love adora but especially in the first season shes so.. girl what are you doing!!!! How can she be so ignorant. Obviously I know how but. Augh so much of catra’s hurt stems from this… when I say that adora was fully, totally brainwashed by the horde, I don’t mean just that she believed their propaganda about the war, or whatever bullshit shadow weaver ingrained in her about her purpose. She also believed what they all said about catra. To a lesser extend, obviously, and she loved catra with all of herself- but she did still believe catra was a bit lazy, kinda disrespectful, uncaring, etc. and I cant even totally blame her, because catra actively tried to make herself seem all those things. Catra didn’t want to let anyone know how hard she tried, how much she hurt, so she played up the “aloof, lazy student/soldier who doesn’t care about anything” role as much as she could. But still, god, the way adora treated her must have hurt so much. “you never did have too much faith in me” absolutely breaks my heart. Catra cared about adora so much. She cared about adora more than anything in her life. Obviously she would do anything to prove herself once she can, look at how even the person who loved her the most thought about her. Im gonna talk more ab this later there are better scenes for that. But also I CANNOT BELIEVE ADORA IN THIS!!! GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!! WDYM CAN U BLAME ME YES I CAN (ignore the part where I said I couldn’t) DON’T JUST SAY THAT SHE SAVED YOUR LIFE. OH MY GOD ok. Being a catra, an adora, and a catradora stan means sometimes u really want to slap s1 adora in the face. For multiple reasons. and the fact catra agrees too…. Catra hates herself so much. She truly honestly believes shes a bad person and it breaks my heart. And unfortunately for everyone, catra has shown that she'll always play a role that shes assigned to the max. everyone believed that shes a villain, she believed that shes a villain, so by fucking god shes gonna be a villain.

putting the rest of this under a readmore bc its longggg

her tail touching adoras hand i am on the floor

Catra: It wasn't all bad growing up in the Fright Zone, was it? I mean, you still have some good memories, right? (dont trust the subtitles in the pics theyre wrong)

THIS scene destroys me. Catra’s so- she always knew the horde was evil, ok, she always knew their childhood was bad. But she endured it for adora. To catra, all the happy memories they made growing up were worth it- all for adora. It didn’t matter what they did. Only to see adora throw all these moments away the moment she realized the rest of it was bad? God, catra mustve felt like she was garbage to adora. Something that wasn’t even worth thinking about once she had the opportunity of something better. Shes very aloof here, as always, but she probably feels a bit desperate- was it worth it for you too? Did any of it matter to you? Where you just miserable the entire time?

Adora: Of course I do. But it doesn't change the fact that the Horde is evil. I had no choice. I couldn't go back.

This is adora’s biggest problem tho. She had no choice, she couldn’t go back. She never feels like she can choose anything based on what she actually wants. Shes always, always driven by this need to do good, the right thing. And this is where theyre most incompatible at first, because while catra only cares about adora and that’s her priority, adora has Morals and puts the greater good over her personal relationships, which to catra makes it seem like she doesn’t care about her. Her happy memories were absolutely worth it to adora, but theyre not more important than the good of the entire world. (I don’t think adora having a sense of morality and not wanting to side with a military empire is a bad thing, catra was the villain of the show for a reason and the reason is that obviously working for something that wants to take over the world is bad. Im just explaining how this is what drove them apart, how catras mind works, and to an extend why you can understand her side and emphatize with her even if she was in the wrong. That trait of adora’s does get bad when she starts acting like she needs to kill herself for that greater good tho.)

them taking a moment to play-fight in the middle of all of that makes me want to sobbbbb 😭😭😭

TINY LITTLE BABIESSSSSSSSSSS Young Catra: What was that? Way to gang up on me!

Young Lonnie: You were fighting dirty. I was just leveling the field.

[Catra shakes and growls in anger as Adora walks up and places a hand on Catra's shoulder]

Young Adora: Hey, you were awesome! Did I hurt you?

Young Catra: No, I'm fine. You're just lucky I let you win.

Young Adora: Riiiiiiiight.

Young Catra: I'm serious! [scoffs] If I came in first, people might expect me to actually start doing stuff around here. Trust me, second place suits me just fine.

Young Adora: Yeah, okay.

EVERYTHING I SAID BEFORE. you can see catra was obviously extremely upset that she didn’t win, but admitting that would be admitting defeat. She shrinks herself to fit into this “no im fine, im chill, im not even trying in fact. I don’t care” attitude, because that hurts less than admitting that shes trying so, so hard but no one believes in her and she keeps losing to adora (mostly bc the other cadets and staff favoritize adora over her, and discriminate against her, making it harder for her to succeed in anything). And adora believes her. “second place suits me just fine” was the mantra catra kept telling herself through her entire life to try and feel less hurt about living in adoras shadow.

though it wasn’t working, and her resentment towards adora kept growing more and more.

oh this scene could be ab so many things. Catra literally slipping through her fingers. A parallel to earlier, when catra held onto adora and helped her up, while here theyre torn apart by a force stronger than them. How adora tried but couldn’t save catra. Aughh

and here, we see how capable catra is. Shes both extremely strong (able to rip herself out of… whatever that is) and extremely smart, even under pressure (in seconds she figures out where she has damage this thing shes never seen before so it stops working)

only for adora to come in, “save the day” after she had already saved herself, and act all. “sure you did” about it. Again, making absolutely clear catra knows she doesn’t believe in her.

Adora: What is your problem? I was just trying to save you.

Catra: For the last time, I don't need you to save me. I've been doing just fine on my own. No thanks to you.

That says everything on its own. Adora doesn’t understand why catra is hurt/angry, she doesn’t even understand how what she said undermines catra. And catra is extremely bitter that adora keeps acting like That. Also, something I haven’t touched on is that adora leaving the horde put catra in so much danger. She was the only thing providing catra with even the slightest bit of protection, which catra -hated- but absolutely depended on, since shadow weaver had made clear that catra was -only ever kept alive because of adora-. Adora defecting put catra in danger not only of the other cadets targeting her, but of death. Catra was left all alone to survive in those conditions, and she did, and now adora keeps acting like catra needs her to save her.

Adora: Catra, wait. ...I'm sorry for leaving. I couldn't go back to the Fright Zone, not after I saw what the Horde was really doing. something that must have stung too is the idea that adora saw innocent people suffering, and that led her to realize that the horde was bad. But she had seen catra being abused by the horde their whole life, and yet still thought the horde was good. What does that say about how adora saw catra? Did she think catra deserve it, wasn’t innocent enough for that violence to be unwarranted? Was her suffering not enough for adora to realize how fucked up that was? (again, we’re able to know that it wasn’t that, adora was just as abused as catra, watching someone be physically abused is also extremely traumatized and kids will learn to justify the abuse theyre experiencing to themselves or others and might not realize its wrong u cant expect a kid to know how to act in a situation like that she was in as much survival mode as catra was and her trying to keep herself in shadow weaver’s good side was just her desperately trying to keep herself safe etc etc this is from catras perspective) I never wanted to leave you. ...You could come with me! You-you-you could join the rebellion! I know you're not a bad person, Catra. You don't belong with the Horde.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this hurts so much. Adora might have internalized some of what the horde said ab catra and catra might have felt that 10 times as strong than it actually was but adora never actually believed catra was a bad person. Shes probably the only one (before scorpia and entrapta) that Didn’t think catra was destined to be a disgrace, to be bad. And its so sad bc even with all their flaws she loves catra so so much and she wants catra to come with her so much. Adora now has access to a life where she has the opportunity to be happy and she so desperately wants to give catra that same life. She knows catra deserves better and she can see that now more clearly than ever. But its too late, catra is too hurt and too angry to follow her and even if at this point adoras words might have some effect on her, its about to get so much worse. :(

Fuck this next part is going to hurt. Ok

Shadow Weaver: [screams angrily] Get out!

[Young Adora cries out in alarm as dark magic encloses the exit]

Shadow Weaver: Catra... [young Adora turns to see young Catra's form enveloped in a paralyzing, zapping magic] ...you stay.

[Young Catra grunts as she is forced to stand]

Shadow Weaver: What do you think you're doing in here?

[Shadow Weaver makes young Catra turn, feet squeaking on the floor as she does so without picking up her feet; Shadow Weaver clicks her mask back in place]

Catra: [fearfully] We were just playing.

Shadow Weaver: [hatefully] Insolent child. I've come to expect such disgraceful behavior from you. But I will not allow you to drag Adora down as well.

Adora: [pleading] Shadow Weaver, it wasn't her fault, it was my idea, too!

Shadow Weaver: [hatefully, still talking to Catra] You have never been anything more than a nuisance to me! I've kept you around this long because Adora was fond of you, but if you ever do anything to jeopardize her future, I will dispose of you myself. [slowly, enunciating] Do you understand?

Adora: [runs between them, throwing her arms out to protect young Catra; pleading] Please stop!

[The dark magic dissipates back into Shadow Weaver's cloak as she groans and moves back toward the Garnet; Young Adora and young Catra share a look before young Adora runs over to Shadow Weaver]

Adora: She didn't mean to!

Shadow Weaver: [placidly, attempting to soothe] Adora, you must do a better job of keeping her under control. [Shadow Weaver finally lets young Catra out of the paralyzing magic and she grunts as she falls to the ground] Do not let something like this happen again. [she pats young Adora's head as young Catra looks on]

Transcripts and screenshots cannot properly convey the dread of this scene. In a flashback, catra and adora are caught by shadow weaver playing in a place they weren’t supposed to be in, and shadow weaver paralyzes catra with electric magic we know is extremely painful to be caught in, and threatens her life. Catra and adora look to be like, between 6-7 years old in this scene. Theres so much happening here. This lays the foundation to basically everything that happens in the show.

First off, shadow weaver singles out, physically hurts catra, and blames her for something that adora initiated. then, she makes it clear that she sees catra and someone that is bad, and she doesn’t expect anything else from her. And, she says catra is a bad influence in adora’s life, tainting whats perfect, and that tells her that every time after this that adora “acts out”, will be catra’s fault.

she tells catra that, if she ever feels like catra is “ruining” adora, she will get killed. From now on, adora’s friendship is literally what is keeping catra alive. This will, understandably, fuck their relationship up a little bit and also make catra incredibly dependent on adora. She will do anything to keep being adora’s friend and she will have to make sure that shadow weaver doesn’t feel like she is making adora behave out of line or that she isn’t becoming better than adora, isn’t taking her number 1 spot away from her.

she goes on to tell adora, who has been watching all of this, that its her job to make sure catra is kept in line. She’s seen what happens when she doesn’t. this will make adora feel incredibly responsible for catras well being, and like she has to constantly save catra and beg for catra to act right, otherwise catra will get hurt and itll be her fault. On the other hand, adora is a child who just saw someone get tortured, and subconsciously shes gonna make sure to always stay in shadow weavers good side, not only bc if she doesn’t then catra gets punished but because she does not want that to happen to her too.

catra, who was frozen and electrocuted and berated, saw adora get gently talked to, “reassured”, and receive physical affection.

that results in catra growing up both extremely attached and extremely bitter of adora, for “having it easy” and always acting like shes her savior, while she has to constantly walk on eggshells (on a minefield, honestly) so she doesn’t get physically abused. She starts resenting adora as anything she does gets blamed on her, and shes forced to live as her shadow, her bad influence, the devil to adora’s angel. And in adora having a major savior/messiah complex, she feels like shes responsible for saving everyone, and every time someone gets hurt its her fault. She will live the rest of her life trying fix and save everything, because if she can’t then what good is she?

understanding that this is where all of their motivations, flaws, traumas and personalities come from will help u understand the entire show better tbh. It all comes down to shadow weaver. [Young Adora and Catra are walking down a hall in the Fright Zone, just after this incident; they walk past a pillar and become Present Adora and Catra again]

Catra: You always need to play the hero, don't you?

Adora: I was only trying to protect you.

Catra: You never protected me! Not in any way that would put you on Shadow Weaver's bad side.

[Scene transitions to Young Adora and Catra in the same place]

Young Catra: Admit it. You love being her favorite!

Young Adora: That's not true!

Young Catra: Oh, yeah? [glitches back to Present Catra (and Adora)] When you left, who do you think took the fall for you? Who was protecting me then?

Adora: You don't have to let Shadow Weaver treat you like that anymore. You can leave--[glitches back to Young Adora and Catra]--just like I did!

Young Catra: Oh, because I need to follow you everywhere you go?!

Young Adora: I didn't mean it that way.

[glitches back to Present Adora and Catra]

Catra: I don't. Want. To leave. What don't you understand about that? I'm not afraid of Shadow Weaver anymore, and I'm a better Force Captain than you would've ever been.

[glitches back to Young Adora and Catra]

Young Adora: You always said you didn't care about things like that...

Young Catra: [crying] Well, I was lying, obviously!

[glitches back to Present Adora and Catra; Catra begins to walk away]

Adora: Catra, just wait!

Catra: Why do you think I gave the sword back to you in the Fright Zone? I didn't want you to come back, Adora!

That scene lays out everything I said so perfectly I don’t even have anything to add.

This scene where catra is running through a simulation of all her most painful memories and desperately screams LET! ME! OUT OF HERE!! perfectly represents what spiraling like that feels like

[a younger Catra, maybe 5 or younger, is crying and hiding her face in a blanket on their bunk in the Fright Zone]

Young Adora: [peers from around a doorway] ...Catra?

[Young Catra continues to sob as Young Adora walks to her; Young Adora peels back the cover from Young Catra's face, and Young Catra hisses]

Young Adora: Catra, it's okay, it's just me. It doesn't matter what they do to us, you know? You look out for me, and I look out for you. Nothing really bad can happen as long as we have each other.

Young Catra and Present Catra: You promise?

Young Adora: I promise.

And then the promise. Everything catra went through, all the abuse and bullying, she put up with all of it because of this. She held onto their promise until the end. But the moment adora decided to leave the horde, she broke their promise.

as the memory-simulation ends, young catra gives a look to present catra. One that probably said, remember this. Remember how much you mean for each other. Don’t break your part of the promise. But this isn’t how catra takes it at all. all this tells catra, all that this entire day has told catra, is how terrible adora is. Adora ruined her life. Adora lied to her, said they’d be together forever only to abandon her. Adora forced her to be in her shadow. Adora is the reason shadow weaver never treated her right. She looks at her younger self and thinks, I'll avenge you. Im never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again. Im going to show all of them how strong I can be, ill rise to the top and ill be unstoppable. Im never letting anybody put me down ever again.

(and then is season 5, seeing a younger version of herself is also what makes her realize how wrong she was, how this isn’t the path she wants to take. Its what motivates her to get better, be better. Thinking about herself as a child kickstarted both her descent into being a villain and her redemption arc/recovery.) [Adora is holding onto dear life to some ropes or smth that are keeping her from falling off a cliff. Catra shows up]

Adora: [hopeful] Catra?

Catra: [holding the sword, rubs a finger along its side] Hey, Adora.

Adora: [pleading] Catra, help me, please...

Catra: [contemplatively unhurried] This thing wouldn't work for me if I tried, would it? It only works for you. Then again, you're special. That's what Shadow Weaver always said.

Adora: Catra...what are you doing?

Catra: Ah, you know? It all makes sense now. You've always been the one holding me back. You wanted me to think I needed you. You wanted me to feel weak. Every hero needs a sidekick, right?

Adora: [desperately] Catra, no, that's not how it was...

Catra: [laughs humorlessly] The sad thing is, I've spent all this time hoping you'd come back to the Horde, when really you leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me. I am so much stronger than anyone ever thought.

I wonder what I could've been if I'd gotten rid of you sooner...

[Catra cuts the last of the rope holding Adora up; Adora shrieks as she falls, catching a rock handhold on the way down]

Adora: I-I'm sorry! I never meant to make you feel like you were second best! Please don't do this!

[Catra looks at the sword, then tosses it into the chasm; it clangs on the way down, Adora gasps lightly]

Catra: Bye, Adora. I really am going to miss you.

And then she fucking lion kings adora. The fucking episode ever number 1 villain origin story of the century catra you will always be everything to me. Writing this took 6 hours im so tired. And then the episode ends with light hope once more telling adora she needs to let go AUGH so good. I need to go to sleep. if you read all of this i love u i hope u liked it <3 also u might like this post also

#writing this was exhausting omg #its 5:30am i begun writing this before midnight #sorry ab the quality of some of the pics i had to make sure this fit the 30 pics limit #also i am not a writer! i apologize for how messy this is!#theyre literally everything to me..#she ra #catra #adora #catradora

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