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lvrslvt3 · 1 year

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ANOTHER BLANKET | h. lewis

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pairings : harrylewis x reader

summary : reader is being harassed by a creepy man harry is a little too late to save her. [ words ]

warnings : creepy man, verbal sexual harassment, very mild violence, alcohol use, drugs mentioned. established relationship

notes : this is my first ever fic so i’m very sorry if it’s bad and for any mistakes, if you have any suggestions or requests feel free to say.

halfway through the third day of the festival you had left most of your group to go and see another band with a few of the girls you had met — not interested in the artist the boys were obsessed with.

obviously, despite harry trusting you with his life, the boys had instructed you to meet them by a certain group of port-a-loos so they could take you back to the campsite safely, the girls you were with had kept you company until it turned quiet and they had to leave to find their own tent, meaning you were now stood alone.

your outfit was way too revealing for the current weather since you hadn’t fully realised how cold it would be until now, when all the adrenaline and excitement was rushed out of you and all you wanted was to go to sleep. you were almost leaning against the makeshift toilet as you waited.

sighing out, you glanced down at your phone but harry hadn’t sent any more texts except the last one only ten minutes ago reading ‘on my way’. crossing your arms you tried to find any body heat as you looked for your boyfriend and his group of friends.

“you cold?” the voice almost made you jump but your body had slowed down with todays activities. at first glance you could tell that the man speaking to you was on something with his fuzzy looking eyes and slurred speech. you weren’t sure what he was on but you didn’t want to be around it.

you didn’t answer his question directly, instead just shaking your head with a polite smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” you expected him to go away but instead he continued to stare you down, causing you to pull up your low waisted trousers a little more to hide yourself from the creepy man.

“just waiting on my boyfriend and his friends to come and get me…” you felt extremely uncomfortable in his presence, so you used the trick you usually did. men — especially ones that are drunk or on drugs — didn’t fully respect you until they knew you had a man.

of course he was different, a lazy smirk finding its way onto his dirty looking face. “so?” he shrugged while taking a step closer to you, now only a little bit away from where you stood backed up against the loo’s.

you glanced down at your phone and typed out a text quickly before sending it, simply saying the words ‘hurry, creepy man’ because you knew it would have harry running across the field until he found you. “are you okay?” you questioned the man in hopes he would back away.

you were trying to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t be solely focused on getting close to you. “i am now i’m with you, baby.” his bad attempt at being smooth made you physically cringe, but you stood up straight instead of showing weakness.

“my boyfriend is on his way right now, he’ll be here any second.” you stated in hopes on scaring him off. instead, he took another step until he was directly infront of you. he smelled disgusting but he didn’t seem to notice or mind.

“i don’t see any boyfriend, girl—“

he reached out his hand to touch you just as you kicked him straight in the balls as hard as you were able to. he let out an very audible grunt before falling to the ground quickly after.. “you little bitch!” he swore out before hissing in pain again.

you took a few steps away from the man on the ground, ignoring his rambles when you heard the noise of people trecking over the grass using a very fast pace. the sudden noise only installed more fear in you — right up until you realised who it was.

harry, ethan and tobi were running toward you full speed, all of them looking relieved when they saw that you were fine. “there’s my little guardian angels.” a smile graced your face at the sight of them.

harry immediately began to check you were okay before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a kiss firmly on to the top of your head. “jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.” finally, you felt safe.

“no worries, i handled him.” you referenced to the man still on the ground. “what the fuck did you do to him, y/n?” ethan chuckled slightly at the agony the man on the floor was currently experiencing.

“i only kneed him in the balls, he’s overreacting.” you brushed the creepy man off while leaning further into harry’s chest, beginning to walk away from the scene, feeling glad the boys hadn’t spoken to the drugged out man.

“you’re not going off on your own again—“ harry squeezed your shoulder to get his point across, “i’ll come wherever you want, ‘kay?” he peered down at you as you nodded with a small smile on your lips.

“where’s the rest of yous?” you questioned as all four of you joined the much smaller crowd walking towards the tents. most people had headed straight for bed while others took there time. “they copped out early.” was the answer.

“yeah, like big losers.” ethan’s own comment sent him into a fit of laughter, far too drunk to realise that no one else was joining in. tobi chuckled slightly at his friend until they finally reached there campsite. you all had paid extra for a nicer area, in which there wasn’t campfires set by drunks ready to burn down all of your belongings.

“night, tobs, thanks for making sure i was okay.” you gave the boy a half hug before glancing at ethan that was already stumbling off to go and find his own tent. “need any help with him?” you referred to the almost black out boy.

“nah, he’ll be fine.” tobi answered before following after the ginger. “come on, then.” harry wrapped his arms properly around you to lead you to your shared tent, climbing in quietly to not disturb anybody else.

“i feel dead.” you murmured with a grunt while harry zipped back up the opening. you quickly changed out of your restricting clothes into a baggy shirt and some pyjama shorts, finally able to become fully comfortable.

“we’ll don’t die until monday,” harry joked as he aswell changed into sweatpants to sleep in, “i’m not driving home with those idiots.” he referenced to your friends that were currently in there own tents.

you only chuckled before climbing into the large sleeping bag you had purchased together, a very thin mattress underneath that kept you both off of the ground by a few inches and made sleeping a lot easier for the both of you.

“hurry up.” you groaned out while harry set his clothes away, “i’m freezing.” you complained until he finally climbed into your shared sleeping bag, the goosebumps on your arms slowly fading as you snuggled into him for warmth.

“alright, babe, i already have a blanket i don’t need another.” he teased you but held you closer until you were practically draped over him. you didn’t even bother to react — too used to your boyfriends teasing comments.

instead you let the silence respond to him so you could finally close yout eyes and let exhaustion take over. thankfully, you fell asleep quickly thanks to your sore limbs and harry’s overly warm body making the sleeping bag feel like your own personal oven.

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blitzyn · 1 year

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payback pt.2

venti's gnosis x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Despite your mind's protests, your body craved something different.

first part

a/n -> technically this isnt a reader x anyone but its ventis gnosis so... i dont know how to feel about this tbh but i wouldnt say im ashamed LMAO. this suggestion actually reminds me of a childe x m reader fic i read a while ago. i dont remember much but reader was the hydro archon i think and childe fucked the shit out of him lol. and put readers gnosis inside him and took it then left. really shitty description but i cant find it anymore :( lets ignore the fact that using ventis gnosis - or any at all - would hurt pls

wc -> 1.6k

cw -> improper use of a gnosis??, anal fingering, masturbation, harbinger reader, not beta read

You hadn't done much after you boarded the large boat that would send you back to Snezhnaya. You spent most of your time asleep within the confines of your designated room. There wasn't much, but it was definitely better than nothing.

You stared at the ceiling in boredom. There was no current use for you, so you had no way of spending your time. That was one of the things you disliked about being a Harbinger. You were rarely able to develop or pursue hobbies and interests outside your field of work, so when you had free time, you were always unsure of what to do.

You usually resorted to helping one of the others if they needed it (if they were around) - minus Dottore, Sandrone, and Pierro. Tsaritsa knows you would never understand what they do. But you're by your lonesome, now. So it's just you and your thoughts.

You swallowed hard when you thought back to a few days prior to your departure. You tried hard to recall something else, but the memory seemed to persist. With the disadvantage of having nothing to keep you occupied, you were given no choice but to remember the event that took place in Windrise.

Goosebumps littered your flesh at the recollection of the barrage of sensations forced upon your body. The fresh air, the chilled stone against your back, the warmth of the Anemo Archon's body close to yours...

You could feel your face heating up when you remembered the ecstasy he made you feel. In shame or arousal, you didn't know.

You loudly groaned and hid your face within your hands, completely contrasting your professional title as a Harbinger. The memory seemed to appear more vividly the harder you tried to forget about it, which left you in a state of lust and confusion. Pleasure dropped in your stomach like a rock when you slowly began to succumb to the memory's hold.

You dragged a hand down your torso as you let it play over and over again, tentatively placing a hand over your hardening cock to give it a light squeeze. A sigh left your lips as you gently palmed yourself through your clothes, relishing in the mild waves of pleasure that coursed through you.

You rubbed yourself for a few moments longer before you began to crave something more, though you took your time removing the bottom half of your clothes. You were a bit surprised to see a small wet patch already forming through the fabric of your boxers. Maybe the god was right. You must've enjoyed it more than you admitted.

The thought sent the heat of irritation into your chest, making you furrow your eyebrows and grind your teeth. But you had something to deal with at the moment. You could dwell in your anger another time.

You let out a shaky exhale as you finally began to stroke your dick, gathering droplets of precum to make it smoother. It throbbed fervently in your hand, hips lightly jutting upwards. You used your other hand to massage and squeeze your balls.

You subconsciously bit your lip when you began to release quiet grunts and moans. Although you knew the walls were made of the sturdiest and thickest wood in Snezhnaya, you didn't want to risk letting others know what you were doing.

You brought up your other hand and placed two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Deeming them wet enough, you took them out and hesitantly prodded at your hole. You weren't lying when you said that you've never been the one to be fucked before. But this lack of knowledge wasn't enough to deter you from continuing.

It was a strange sensation now that you were given enough time to actually process it. You were slightly expecting the same burn from before, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was none. Slowly, you began moving your fingers in a steady rhythm, getting used to the feeling.

You accidentally let out a loud moan when your fingers brushed up against a small bump, a shock of pleasure running through your body. You continued to press up against it while jerking yourself off. You moved your hands faster, trying to raise yourself up to your orgasm, but you were unable to push yourself over the edge.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you momentarily paused. You needed to get rid of your erection before the ship docked. You couldn't just leave it and hope that it goes down on its own, and you were far too into this to ignore it.

You looked around your room. There wasn't anything that could help you reach your orgasm.

Slightly turning your head to the left, your eyes were met with the teal Gnosis you had stolen. You pursed your lips and contemplated your next move.

"Fuck it," you lowly muttered and reached for the item. Holding it by the crown, you spat on your free hand and smeared your saliva over it. Before you could give yourself time to think about what you were doing, you began pushing it inside you.

The details on the Gnosis heightened your pleasure, relishing in the way it dragged against your insides. You stroked your cock, rubbing a thumb over the head to spread your precum. You sighed when you finally managed to get it all the way inside you – save for the crown part.

Opening your legs just a bit wider, you pulled it out of you just to push it back in, setting a comfortable pace. You sped up your other hand, the mix of erotic squelching and quiet slaps reverberating through the room.

The familiar heat in your abdomen intensified with each passing second. Your back arched in ecstasy and a sensation akin to electricity ran up and down your spine. Momentarily peering down at the Gnosis, you faintly questioned if the god could feel what you were doing. It was highly unlikely, but one could wonder.

You shifted your wrist holding the item, and it suddenly felt like fire was rushing through your body. You bit your lip harder and heavily breathed through your nose and continued your assault against your prostate. It was hard trying to keep quiet, and you think you would've let your voice out if it weren't for the fact you had your status to uphold and pride to keep.

You could feel your body tensing the closer you got to your orgasm, moving the slightest bit faster.

You were so close. Just a few moments more, and –

"Lord Harbinger," someone said from behind the door. "We will be arriving in an hour."

You ignored them in hopes they would leave it at that, but they seemed to be concerned with your lack of answer.

"My Lord?"

You knew you should've stopped to reply, but you opted not to. Not when you were already so close. Your cock throbbed fervently in your hand, weeping copious amounts of precum for you to rub your palm and thumb over.

It was exhilarating. Knowing that the one behind the door could be persistent enough to possibly hear what you were doing. If they ever did find out, they would no doubt tell their friends and start the wildfire of rumor.

You nearly choked on your spit when your orgasm finally washed over you. You continued to stroke your dick to ride out your high, your cum spurting over your abdomen and hand. You tightened considerably around the Gnosis and found it difficult to move it any further.

"Is everything okay in there?"

You thought they left, already. An annoyed huff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Pulling the item out of you, you tossed it somewhere on the bed and cleaned yourself with a handkerchief.

The person jumped in surprise when you flung the door open.

"Don't speak to me as if we're friends," you said. A mix of fear and surprise contorted their face as they nodded vigorously.

"My deepest apologies," their voice was weak. "I just wanted to tell you that we will–"

"I heard you."

"Right. Well, then..." they trailed off. With a rushed bow, they hurried away.

You closed the door and turned around to face the bed. You sat down on it and ran a hand through your hair. Now that the overwhelming feeling of lust dissipated, you were overtaken with shame and guilt. You deeply questioned why you would ever do such a thing. Especially when you had to turn it in to Her Majesty.

You grabbed the Gnosis and examined it. It was still slick with your fluids.

You wondered if this was considered very disrespectful as you wiped it with the clean part of your handkerchief. Oh, well. It's not like you're going to see him again any time soon.

Rising from the bed, you put your thick fur coat on and hid the Gnosis within it. The frigid air of Snezhnaya was biting and unforgiving, but years of living in this weather heightened your tolerance for it. You traversed the cold boat in search of a restroom, swiftly entering one when you found it.

You thoroughly scrubbed the Gnosis with your fingers under the freezing water. They were numb by the time you decided it was clean. You dried it off on your coat and stared at yourself in the mirror.

Now you really couldn't let anybody know about this.

cross-posted on ao3

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kimetsu-chan · 5 months

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Can you write a Muichiro and Yuuichiro fic in which Reader lives with the siblings after their parents died? I think your writing style would suit this request very much ⊂(・▽・⊂) Also, please ignore this if you don't feel up to writing this 😌

~Comfort in a Time Like This~

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for requesting! This can be read as platonic or romantic. No pronouns specified.

TWS ⚠️: mentions of death and loss of loved ones. Please don’t read if these topics are triggering

The house had been so eerily quiet the past few days…. The silence was suffocating.

It had been like this ever since Mr. and Mrs. Tokito died three days ago. It felt as if Muichiro never got out of bed anymore other than to get some food or water. He would always just curl up into a ball with all of his mother’s favorite blankets and just… cry. [Name] of course couldn’t blame him. The Tokitos had been like family to [Name], so naturally, [Name] was also crushed by their death.

Yuichiro had been the exact opposite to Muichiro following their parent’s death. He’d been working twice as hard, and putting himself under twice the stress…

So when Yuichiro was out of the house and Muichiro was in his usual spot, [Name] figured it was about time the boys were comforted.

[Name] decided to start with Muichiro and slowly approached his bed.

“Mui…? Can i come sit with you..?”

There was silence in the heap of pillows and blankets before the part where his head lay moved up and down.

A nod.

[Name] lifted the blanket slightly and sat down in the open spot next to him. [Name]’s hands reached into his hair and began to scratch his head in a comforting way. [Name] thought for a moment on how to get him up from his bed.

“How about we go sit by the river? It’s nice and cool right now…”

Muichiro sighed but nodded in agreement. So gentle hands took his as [Name] slowly pulled him out of bed. Muichiro was about to take the blanket but [Name]’s hand stopped him.

“It’ll just get wet and ruined Mui, leave it here.”

Muichiro reluctantly agreed and dropped the blanket. He wrapped his arms around [Name]’s in a clingy way and rested his head on [Name]’s shoulder.

The short walk to the river was quiet but in a good way. Getting Muichiro out of bed definitely was the right choice.

They finally reached the river and sat down on the pebbly shore. [Name]’s arm wrapped around his neck and rested on his shoulder.

They sat in silence for a while before they heard the sounds of footsteps. They knew it was Yuichiro returning and when his footsteps got closer, [Name] thought he as going to berate them for doing nothing.

But no, [Name]’s other shoulder suddenly felt heavy with the weight of another head. A hand reached behind [Name] to comfortingly rub his brother’s back.

A few hiccups of a cry were heard before Muichiro turned to bury his face in [Name]’s neck. [Name]’s neck soon became wet with tears and Yuichiro stood up to walk to Muichiro’s other side. Yuichiro attempted to wrap his arms around both [Name] and his brother. He rested his head on Muichiro’s back and spoke in a small and choked voice.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been awful to you… I don’t have an excuse for it. I was so wrapped up in my own way of grieving that I didn’t stop to think of how you feel… I’m sorry”

Muichiro turned his head to look at his brother. He stared at Yuichiro for a bit before turning his entire head and pouncing on his brother.

“I forgive you…”

As the brothers continued to make up, [Name] sat back with a satisfied smile.

Maybe things could go back to how they used to be?

A/N: I hope you liked it!! And I hope its not too obvious how much better at writing angst rather than fluff I am—

Also feel free to always request something! I will rarely ever decline a request (I haven’t so far) and the only reason I would decline a request is if the person who is requesting makes me really uncomfortable, or the request itself has something I’m not okay with writing/drawing ♥️

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yelenasdiary · 11 months

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Daughter! Reader

Summary: After your mother finds out your having a hard time at school, she takes matters into her own hands.

AC: Here’s the idea I posted about the other day haha! This fic is safe for minors to read, just please don’t follow my blog x. I hope you enjoy this x

"Boys, where's your sister?" Wanda asked the twins as they dug into their cereal. "In bed still" Tommy replied causing his mother to frown slightly. It was unlike you to still be in bed at this time, usually you were sat at the dining table enjoying breakfast with your younger brothers while they shared the dreams they had last night with you.

"Brush your teeth after breakfast, no lying Billy, I can tell if you're brushed them properly" Wanda raised a brow at the young boy before making her way upstairs. You heard the soft knock on your door as you pulled the covers over your head, wiping the tears that broke free the moment you woke up.

"Honey?" the softness of your mother's voice filled the room as she slowly opened the door, "you're going to be late" she added.

"I don't feel well" you replied, the covers muffling the brokenness in your voice.

Wanda closed the door behind her before taking a seat on the edge of your bed, installing rubbing your back. If anybody knew you the best, it was your mother. The two of you have always had a strong and close bond to one another and as you got older, that bond only grew stronger. "What's the matter love?" your mother asked while still rubbing your back.

Slowly, you pulled the covers back and held your stomach under the covers, "I have really bad cramps, they've kept me up all night" you explained before Wanda placed the back of her hand on your forehead, "Mm" she hummed as she brushed your hair back, "do you have any tests today?" she asked.

You shock your head, "No tests this week, just study and preparing for next week's tests"

"Alright, I'll get you a heat pack and some pain killers before I take the boys to school. Do you need me to pick up anything from school?"

You shook your head again. "Get some rest, I'll be back in a moment" Wanda placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving you alone once again. The moment you heard her footsteps down the stairs, you sighed before reaching for your phone. Taking today off was a big risk, not just because it was Monday, but because you'd skipped the last three days of school last week. You could only hope that you could get away with today before the school would call the house phone.

Punching in the passcode to your phone only made the sickening feel in your stomach rise. You've turned off all notifications due to the bullying that has been going on for the past month or so. At first, you didn't let it get to you, some petty school yard like bullying wasn't something you ever paid attention too but when the bullying escalated in ways you couldn't ignore it, it started to take its toll on you.

Of course, you didn't mention anything to your mother as you didn't want to worry her or let her make a fuss, she already had enough on her plate with the twins, work and the other duties that come along with being a mother of 3. Although you felt like you should've said something weeks ago when the unknown numbers started sending texts to you and your social media accounts soon became a pit for the bullying to continue.

Little did you know, your mother didn't believe for a second you were unwell and she'd been suspecting something was wrong for a few weeks but she never wanted to over step your boundaries and privacy but she as starting to get more worried about you with every new day that arrived.

"Is Y/n coming down for breakfast?" Billy asked, handing his empty bowl of cereal to Tommy as he stacked the dishwasher. "Not this morning, she's unwell. Let's get you two ready for school" Wanda smiled at the boys before they raced off upstairs to begin getting ready.

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After dropping the twins off at school, a little earlier than she usually would, she made her way to your high school to meet your best friend, Kate, before her classes started. She didn't like going behind your back like this but her worry got the better of her.

"Kate, hi!" Wanda smiled softly as she managed to grab Kate's attention.

"Oh hey Wands! What's up? Is Y/n with you?" Kate replied with a smile. Kate has been your best friend since pre-school and Wanda knew if there was anybody to talk to about you, it was Kate.

"No, not today. She's not well"

"That's probably why I haven't heard from her, I hope she's okay"

Kate's comment worried Wanda even more, "you haven't heard from her? When was the last time you had?" Wanda questioned.

"Uhm, Friday? I just assumed you guys were doing something for the weekend, so I didn't worry so much. Is everything okay?" Kate frowned slightly.

"Honey, Y/n hasn't been okay for a while, and I really need you to tell me what's going on"

Kate's eyes dropped, "she made me promise"

Wanda placed a hand on Kate's shoulder, causing the young teen to look up at her. "Sometimes breaking a promise is okay. If there is something serious going on, I need to know about it. I promise nobody is in trouble, I'm just worried" Wanda assured the brunette whom she's known for many years.

Kate nodded, "I honestly thought she would've mentioned something by now" she admits, "the popular girls have been giving her a hard time for a while. At first it was just some petty stuff that didn't bother her but it's grown into something bigger and I've told her she needs to talk to you about but she just brushes me off and says she doesn't want to worry you" Kate explains with worry in her eyes.

Wanda's heart broke as she nodded at Kate's words, "Can you tell me everything?" Wanda asked, Kate nodded.

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Tears streamed down your face as you held Sparky close, patting him in hopes it would bring you some form of comfort and help fight off the dark thoughts that your mind was screaming at you. It was a bad idea, and you knew it but you checked your Instagram to find an edited photo of you trending via mutuals. A poster of you was made as a joke, body shaming you and calling you unspeakable names in the poster, comments, and captions as those at school hadn't seen you in a few days, they assumed you'd caved and did what they'd been telling you to do.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it, leaving your family behind and finally putting yourself put of this pain that kept you up late at night, the pain that made you grow distance with your family and friends, the pain the isolated you from the world day by day. Wanda came home to the sounds of loud sobs filling the home, her break broke even more. She wasted no time, throwing her handbag to the side and rushing up the stairs to your room.

Her rushing foot steps up the stairs took you by surprise and gave you little to no time to try and hide the tears that covered your face. Your mother didn't knock this time, she just welcomed herself into your room.

"Mom!" you frowned, looking away from her, "you're supposed to knock!" you added.

"Not when my baby needs me" she replied sitting beside you and wrapping her arms around you. You broke once more, trying to wiggle out of her arms but deep down you didn't want too. "It's okay honey, I know everything" your mother spoke softly which made you stop resisting her hold as you looked up at her.

"W-who told you? Did the school call?!" you asked in a worry. Your mother shook her head, tears filled her eyes at the sight of you, "Kate told me, I asked her too. I've known something hasn't been right for a few weeks but after seeing you this morning, I wasn't going to wait for you to come to me" she explained, pulling you closer to her and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You finally allowed yourself to break once more, crying in your mother's arms. "I'm sorry" you sobbed. "Honey, look at me" Wanda gently brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear when you looked at her, "there's nothing you need to be sorry about. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't come to me sooner, I wish you did darling. I don't want you to ever feel like you're alone or even for a second thing that what those horrible girls have been saying is truth. Kate showed me some of the things online, I have copies and I will be talking to the principle" your mother added.

"But mom, that'll just make things worse" you shook your head.

"Nobody has the right to make my baby feel like this! I do not care who they are, I'll do anything and everything I need too to make sure this never happens again" Wanda replied, letting you snuggle into her chest once again.

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"Mrs Maximoff, it's lovely to see you" your principle smiled as she looked up from her desk to greet your mother. Wanda placed a small stack of print outs on the desk, "I wish this was a friendly visit" she replied.

"What is this?" Miss Sullivan grabbed the stack and began to look through it.

"I want the girls who are responsible for this to be punished fairly. This group of girls have been targeting my daughter for months and you nor the teachers have done anything to stop it!" Wanda explained.

"Mrs Maximoff, if things have gotten this bad, why wasn't this brought to my attention sooner?" Miss Sullivan looked up at your mother who just tilted her head slightly at the woman.

"I only found out all of this today! Y/n said she tried to report the bullying and harassment when things started to get worse, but her English teacher told her not to worry too much about it and that the girls would get bored soon enough. That was months ago and now my daughter is at home in tears and in a headspace, I cannot imagine my baby girl ever being in. I don't want to take things further but if this isn't shut down and dealt with quickly, I will get the police involved"

Miss Sullivan was taken back by Wanda's rage; she's never seen your mother so furious before. "We do not take bullying of any sort lightly, let me assure you the girls responsible for this behaviour will be dealt with but unfortunately there is nothing we can do about the online bullying. We can't control what students do outside of the school grounds, but I am confident with chat with all the girls, this will come to stop." She explains.

"Y/n will not be attending that chat, nor will she be returning to school until I'm assured that punishment has been dealt and listen to me carefully when I say this" Wanda looked your principle in the eyes, "if those girls or anybody else in this school hurts my daughter again, I will take higher action. You have my number; I expect to hear from you by the end of the day" Your mother replied before leaving Miss Sullivan's office before the woman could say another word.

Meanwhile, you were at home feeling a little better about explaining everything to your mother, she brought home your favorite take out for lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon with you, watching your favorite movies. Not another word was spoken about the situation that day but Wanda was determined to make sure this would never happen again and was pleased to receive a call from your principle as she waited for the boys to get let out of class. The girls giving you hell were to be spoken too and punished first thing on Tuesday morning.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel

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lewkwoodnco · 7 months

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Hey hello, can I get a fanfic of the reader (either female or gender neutral,) of Lockwood having a nightmare and sort of freaking out, and the reader is passing his door to get something from the kitchen, so she wakes him up and comforts him.

I love fanfiction where you take care of them but they are so hard to find. Base it on 'Safe and Sound's, please.

Take your time and feel free to ignore, I hope you a happy time

Safe and Sound - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: 'I hope you a happy time' is genuinely the cutest thing I've read in a while!!! hope you enjoy the fic!!!!! <3 Side note: might I recommend this author on ao3? I randomly stumbled across her fics a few days ago and I think she does hurt/comfort amazingly!!! wc: 2k

She woke with her throat feeling like sandpaper and groaned miserably. She was so delightfully cosy in her bed that the only thing that could relax her even more was a refreshing glass of water. A refreshing glass of water that was all the way in the kitchen. After groaning about it for a while, she slipped on her dressing grown and padded downstairs.

She stumbled down the corridor half-asleep until something caught her attention. She paused, blinking blearily, straining her ears. She heard it again. A faint rustling, a gentle thump, and more rustling, coming from Lockwood's room.

She knocked. No response. She knocked more insistently. Still no response. She placed her hand on the doorknob and hesitated. She had not seen much of his room, given how little time he spent there. Entering his room would be crossing over an imaginary threshold in their relationship. Another thump came, louder this time, and she screwed her eyes shut, twisting the doorknob.

Lockwood was tossing in his sleep, his back muscles spasming in the harsh fluorescent light of the hallway. His head occasionally bumped into his headboard, and he seemed locked in an intense internal battle. She looked around, carelessly and noisily switching his bedside lamp on, shaking him awake. She felt as though she would never forget the haunted look in those brown eyes as he was jerked awake.

"Hey, hey, it's me. Deep breaths."

He choked, shielding his eyes from the light. Some strange urge to protect this gaunt, nervous boy swelled up inside of her, and her fingers reached out to brush back the lank hair plastered to his forehead. His face was clammy and throbbing under her fingertips, but her touch seemed to soothe the emotional turbulence building up and crashing down inside of him.

It made her stomach turn to see Lockwood shaken to his very core. Even as his breaths began to even out, his fingers would twitch as he nervously smoothed the sheets while his eyes maintained a dull yet ever-present panic. Lockwood, who was forever self-assured and charismatic, reduced to a trembling, anxious mess. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by long, grotesque metaphorical and literal shadows that hovered at the corner of her eye...it was easy to feel scared.

A similar kind of twisting and writhing had possessed him earlier that night. They were at an old house, tackling two suspected Type Twos. She had noticed the funny look that had crossed Lockwood's face as soon as they stepped in, and she could tell why: the house was an almost exact replica of 35 Portland Row (minus the newspaper clippings gushing over Lockwood littering the walls).

The case proceeded like any other, with Lucy, George and Lockwood all in different rooms while she went around checking in on them. As the clock ticked its way to midnight, Lockwood had grown steadily increasingly pale.

"You all right, Lockwood?" The last time she had seen him, he had been restlessly pacing the room, but she had just put that down to a surplus of nervous energy. Now, he still had that uneasy air about him, but seemed particularly fascinated, or haunted, by the stack of boxes in the far corner of the room. There was an unhealthy pallour on his face as he spun around as if struck from behind at her voice, taking a few moments to scrounge up a coherent response.

"I'm fine." The stress on his face briefly abated, and his usual charming smile flickered, but she was not wholly convinced. Still, Lockwood seemed sufficiently adamant that nothing was wrong, and she was too paranoid to leave George and Lucy alone for too long. So it was against her better judgement that she warily leaned back, weight shifting on her feet as she turned to leave.

"Wait!" The fear that had been knitted into every crease of his face re-emerged, breaking through his cool facade. She turned back and closed the door in a heartbeat, resolutely deciding to stay with him. "Don't leave me here...alone. Please."

And so she had sat next to Lockwood, cross-legged, both of them leaning against a wall. She didn't feel pressured to make conversation because he was clearly dealing with some sort of suppressed emotions or memories that this room pulled out in him. Some muscle would tense, or his breath would suddenly draw up short, and he would be suspended in that tension for a few moments, until the tension eased and the cycle repeated itself. It was an exhausting sight to see, even without the threat of the Type Two looming over their heads.

Suddenly, they had heard a high-pitched whizzing and then the sound of a small explosion. She reached the window first, terror settling in her heart as she watched George dodge the Type Two by the skin of his teeth all over the salt bomb as he hazardously tossed salt bombs at it. She heard Lucy yell from somewhere and then there was a bigger explosion, and she felt rather than saw the flames leaping into the night sky. Lockwood was still struggling to peer out the low, tiny window with that same nervous energy coursing through his veins. She pulled him away by his coat.

"No- don't. It's not worth it." She had to say something, do something, give him something to obsess over instead of the very real fear that was beginning to take hold of her. "We need to find the Source, they can manage the visitor. Whatever you do, don't look outside." He looked like he wanted to argue but she shushed him before he could. "I mean it, don't. Just listen to me for once, please?" Lockwood certainly didn't look happy about it, but George had just let off yet another salt bomb in the span of a minute. They didn't have much time.

The anxiety had returned, if it ever truly left, if the way he was fumbling with the drawers was any indication. Her heart panged distantly. "Lockwood." He jerked his head in some sort of flimsy acknowledgement. "You'll be alright." He didn't look like he believed her, but it was enough for him to gather himself.

Now, that same tension seemed to resurface, pulling him under. As his disorientation (and claims of being fine when he was so obviously not) subsided, his panic remained. Yet, she watched the telltale signs form of him putting on a front of strength or normalcy: the way his spine stiffened, the forced blankness of his features, the locking of his limbs. It was so irritatingly familiar that she hated herself for ever falling for it before.

"You didn't look quite right, today. At the house."

"Oh, yes. It looked a bit like -?"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"The room we were in. It...it looked like Jessica's." He inhaled and his eyes fluttered shut, as if the next words were being ripped from his mouth. "And I was having terrible, awful thoughts, that that was all that would be left of this...of us...some day."

In the dim light of his ancient lamp, Lockwood never looked like a misshapen, out-of-place limb of the house more than he did right now. Forever tied to the place he yearned to escape yet couldn't bear leave, it was as though the walls had consumed him and he was now part of the silent shadows. They sat quietly for a while, both of their minds racing each other, struggling to keep up, let alone get ahead. He shifted, and he looked up. She saw him trying to force something out, but most of his words were swallowed up by his panicked gasps and delirium.

"If...if you-" he wheezed brokenly, and she felt her heart stop. "I mean, you don't have to, but if you, um -"

"Spit it out."

"I wouldn't mind if you...stayed."

It took her a second to wade through her confusion. When she thought about it, she realised how normal it would have been for her to briefly console Lockwood before returning to bed herself. He probably expected it, and rightfully so. But sitting next to him, his body shivering from some invisible fever...leaving was the last thing she wanted. She hated that that wasn't something immediately obvious, and the need to let him know in some way, any way, rubbed something raw into her liver. She slipped her tentative hand into his limp one, registering the roughness of his palm for a split second, before her fingers curled and rested on the back of his hand, wrapping themselves around his hand the way she wished she could cocoon him.

"In my head...you..." he scratched at his pillow with an expression that left a hollow ache inside of her. "You were gone. I drove you away. I tried, I tried..." His voice reeked of some desperation that made her feel physically ill. "I tried to get you to stay but, for some reason, it just...wasn't that simple."

"Oh, please. It's so like you to think you're the one thing that could get me to leave. You think you can get rid of me that easy? You're stuck with me." But her attempt at lightening the situation was too weak against the oppressive silence in the room. She swallowed the lump growing in her throat, willing her spirits to stay buoyant enough for the both of them. "I'll never let you go."

"Promise?"

His eyes were uncharacteristically dull, heavy with tears unshed, and she didn't dare breathe too hard lest they fall and the hole inside him gaped and became devastatingly real. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. As someone who was always so smooth, so confident, larger than life, it was easy to forget how young he truly was, and how alone he had been for so long. Suddenly, her hand in his was no longer enough; it could never be enough for her to express how much he meant to her. How much she needed him, breathing, thrumming and living next to her.

She slipped an arm around his waist and cautiously placed her head in the crook of his neck, but then he shifted and wrapped his arms around her, artificially casual, while he gripped her shoulders desperately. His cotton shirt smelled of starch but the curls at the nape of his neck, tickling her nose, smelt distinctly of him. It was now os much more intimate, so much easier to share and ease emotional burdens they were both weary from carrying. That weird detachment she had been wrestling with over seeing her employer being so fragile and come undone finally dissolved, and all that she was holding in her arms was Lockwood; Lockwood with his sharp edges and soft spots and gloriously sensitive heart.

"I used to have horrible insomnia when I was younger."

"Mhm?"

"Yeah. My parents tried everything, but it was never an issue of me being tired. Oh, my eyes could be gritty with sleep and I would still not go to bed. I couldn't. It was the night that was just so...awful."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's fine, I grew out of it. My mum- " She stopped short, suddenly painfully aware of how little she knew about her mother now. "My mum...she used to tell me that all the hours of misery of the nighttime were washed away by the first rays of the sunrise. It made the night feel less...repulsive. Just a promise of a better time. Of sunlight."

She lifted her hand from Lockwood's clavicle, tracing a scar that dipped to his chest, feeling his heart vibrate against her.

"We've been through so many long, difficult nights. We have even more to live through. But..." She placed her hand where his neck met his shoulder, and he leaned his cheek against the top of her head. "We'll get through it all. Morning's waiting for us just at the edge of our fears."

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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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Hi dear, how are you?

I saw you are taking Kai requests and I'm still reeling from chapter 3 of Otherworldly. So, I wanted to ask if you'd be comfortable writing some dark(?) smut for him x fem!reader? You choose how dark or vanilla the fic will be.

Feel free to ignore/decline and have a wonderful day 💙

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Kai Anderson x Fem!Reader

A little Dark and a little Vanilla-personalities of our lovely Devine Ruler; Kai Anderson 🖤

Summery: You meet Kai at a party and something draws you to him. As you become intimate with each other you ask something of him without realizing what it means to him. There are a few sides to this complex human. The two sides confuse you yet make you completely melt into him.

Warnings: sex, sex, Smut, lots of language that you shouldn’t read if you’re not 18+, ITS SMUT- THATS A WARNING IN ITSELF. Also, my red flag Kai Anderson as my favorite warning.

Okay, I need to go shower because I feel so dirty hehe.

Winter won then battle with Kai about her Neon Glow birthday bash in the basement tonight. She had pleaded with her older brother to let her have her 21st birthday in their home - specifically his sacred quarters down in their basement. Kai had continued to object her requests until one night she had told him that if he allowed her to transform the place into glowing neon wonderland that she would attend the next Trump Rally with him. They shook on it, and Kai had even helped her with decorations.

Kai was not one to party, and he was currently locked inside of his room at his desk, his laptop open to a website about global security. He turned up the volume on his laptop as he watched videos to try and drown out the sounds of “one kiss” by Calvin Harris. He swore he heard this song 5 times since the party had started an hour ago. He sighed heavily, slamming his laptop and pushing back in his desk chair. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the noises from below. He could feel the vibrations of the base, a few muffled men’s voices mixed with the shrill voices of some of winter’s obnoxious girlfriends. He was curious to see what was unfolding down there and decided to check things out. Winter had politely asked him to stay the fuck away from her party, but clearly his listening skills needed some work. He felt like if she was using his sanctuary for her unearthly colorful millennial party, that he at least could assess the damages during the event.

The basement door was open, and he took a step in front of the party abyss. Down below was the blackness of the room, just a few flashes here and there of bright pinks and blues and neon green. Kai kept his statue-like composure as he descended down the steps. The music was vibrating the wooden planks with each step. He could see a crowd of people dancing provocatively with red solid cups in their hands. They were all dressed in white clothing or an awful shade of neon that glowed annoyingly in the black light Kai had helped place next to the make shift bar. He was surprised to see how full the basement had become. He didn’t realize his sister had known that many people, and that she actually liked parties like this. It was sickening to him that someone would enjoy this much color.

He took a seat at one of the bar stools, grabbing at an unopened Bud Light that was on the bar top. He twisted off the cap and took a swig- god awful. He could never understand the hype of beer. It was grotesque, and the way people pounded it like water repulsed him.

He scanned the room for any familiar faces but his view stoped at two people in the corner of the room. Their bodies illuminated by the fireplace that had been on.

There was one male, clearly intoxicated as his body swayed as he talked. He was in a white shirt splatted with the ugliest colored paints. It was vile to think he had purposefully done that to a perfectly good white t-shirt.

There was also a female, and she struck Kai’s interest immediately. In the sea of brightly colored clothing, she was dressed in a black turtleneck and a pair of ripped black jeans. Her hair was even dark, cascading down her shoulders. She looked extremely unimpressed with mr. paint splatter as he inched closer to speak to her over the music. He narrowed his eyes as he examines her closer. She was not one of the girls Winter had ever brought over, he would have noticed that porcelain skin and the shape of her curves.

He watched as your tongue moved around the straw of your drink, guiding it into your mouth. God, he wanted your lips around him like that.

You moved your head slowly over to Kai’s glare and for a moment the two of you synced eyes. You smirked shyly, the straw still between your velvet red lips. Kai swallowed down another chug from his beer bottle as a new song came over the speakers. You turned your attention to paint splatter and grabbed the collar of his ugly t shirt, dragging him to the middle of the basement where everyone was gathered dancing. You made sure to flash your eyes over at Kai as you grind her body on paint splatter. Kai felt his pants stiffen slightly and he was relieved that he was in dark clothing. He watched as your body moved slow and deliberate against the man behind you, yet you kept flashing looks to Kai as if seducing him. Kai’s heart thumped in his chest, watching as paint splatter decided to ruin his own party by grabbing your ass a little too aggressively. You pushed away, but he only leaned forward again, this time grabbing your neck and pressing your lips to his. Again, you pulled away more forcefully this time- and that’s when Kai stood up, chucking his empty beer bottle in the trash and sneaked onto the dance floor. His face stone and devilish, he approached Paint splatter and politely tapped his shoulder. The drunken man turned to face Kai who leaned in to whisper in his ear. Whatever he had said made Paint Spatters’ eyes widen and he looked between you and Kai before nodding and backing away into the crowded dance floor apologizing and yelling about getting more beer. Kai turned his focus onto you, smirking lightly.You could feel your face flush. You were extremely turned on by his harsh black eyes and blue hair pulled into a half bun. His smirk exposed the perfect kind of dimples that made your panties wet. He put his hand on the small of your back and pulled you close, “I’m Kai.” You felt your nipples harden as his breath hit your ear. You leaned in close so they were pressed on his chest as you whispered your name in return. He snaked his other hand onto your ass and pulled you close to his body and started moving slowly to the music. One of his thumbs had made it up in the hem of your shirt, touching your bare skin and you could feel your pussy throbbing. Kai nuzzled into you like he was trying to protect you from everyone else around you as they danced. He could feel you rubbing your body in all the right places onto his. He glanced into your eyes as you moved - You looked like a little lamb, one that he also was about to sacrifice.

You twirled your body around so that your ass was pressed tightly against his erect penis. You moved slowly up and down and pushed your ass further into him while he gripped your waist. Kai planted a careful kiss on your neck and you knew that tonight you were going to fuck this man’s brains out. Your throat yearned for his hands and his dick to be around and inside it.

Hell, you deserved to be adored, but also fucked so hard that afterwards you couldn’t stand up.

Kai moaned in your ear as you pushed your ass harder into him. He moved your hair so carefully from your ear to get as close as his lips could take him to your face.

“Get yourself another drink, and walk up to the second floor. I’m the first door on the right.” He let go of you slowly. You turned quickly and watched him slither in between the abyss of ugly neon drunken college students. His black shirt and striking blue hair standing out as he snuck back up the stairs. You ran your hands through your sweaty hair and took a breath. That was Winter’s brother? You had just become close with Winter over the last year. She had complained about her brother on multiple occasions. The way she talked about him made Kai seem like he had some major issues, but you reminded yourself that you loved a good walking red flag.

You bit your lip and looked around at the preposterous excuse of a ‘rave’. You surly wouldn’t miss it if you snuck out and up to Kai’s room.

You made your way to the makeshift bar, grabbing two solo cups and pouring a generous amount of fireball in both before descending stealthily up the stairs- headed to Kai’s room.

As you hit the top step the air became less foggy as you quietly made your way towards the stairs.

“Y/N?” You cursed to yourself before turning at the sound of Winter’s voice. “What are you doing up here? I have so much to tell you- Kelly totally just made out with me in the bathroom,” She drunkenly made her way over to you and pointing to the solo cups in your hands. “Are you double fisting or did you actually find a man friend down there to share shots with?”

“I was actually looking for you. We need to take a celebratory shot!” You did not want Winter to realize that you were about to go bring not only the drink, but your body to her brother upstairs.

“Oh cool, thanks babes.” She grabbed one of the solo cups and hissed as the fireball burned down her throat. “I’m so glad you came. Are you having a good time?”

“You know, it’s actually not as bad as I thought it would be,” You smiled at your friend who raised her eyebrows in shock at your words.

“Good, go back down there! There’s nothing up here except the bathroom and my idiot brother.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you decided to fill the void by shoving the edge of the solo cup in your mouth and letting the warm alcohol coat your insides with cinnamon flavored heat.

“Well, I’ll meet you down there. I need to freshen up in the lady’s room.”

Winter smiled at you before turning to descend back down the stairs to her party. You let out a breath, knowing how distasteful it was to fuck the birthday girls’ brother while she waited for you in the basement. There was just something so enchanting about Kai that you needed to feel him inside of you - just this once.

Quietly, you tip toed up the staircase towards Kai’s room. Your lips pressed together as rose your hand to knock. You could feel your heart in your throat as you saw the door knob turn and Kai appeared in front of you, that smirk of his forming once he saw you.

“I’m happy to see you decided to join me up here.” Kai threw an arm out and inviting you inside his room. It was dark, except for a lamp that was on at his desk. His room was filled with book shelves chalked full with novels and his walls were a dark Navy. You also noticed lots of paperwork stuck to bulletin boards above his desk - This was the room of a busy man.

“Mmm, I like a man who can enjoy the voice of Lana Del Rey,” You smiled as you walked over to Kai’s old record player, ‘Ride’ playing softly through the speakers.

“She has a beautiful voice,” He stated, walking up next to you. Having his body so close sent electric shockwaves through your vagina. You licked your lips before looking up at him. He had such strong features, and those eyes literally sent you over the edge. His hand raises, sweeping hair from your face as he cups your jaw, bringing your lips together. The softness of his kisses made you completely let go. Kai deepened the endearment and felt his erection welcome the both of them between their bodies. He could taste the fireball on your tongue and he walked your intertwined body over to his bed.

“I don’t do missionary,” You spoke, slightly out of breath. Oh, Kai liked you before but now he was loving you.

“Good, get naked right now and let me fuck you from behind.” Kai ripped off his shirt quickly and let his jeans drop to the floor. He watched you pull your top off, drooling over the way your breasts bounced as they fell from your bra. He took one of your nipples in his mouth and felt the shiver of your body as you moaned sweetly at his actions. He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking it aggressively. You dug your fingers into the flesh on his back and he groaned in enjoyment. He spun your around so that your ass was up against his dick and he slipped his fingers into your wet pussy, his digits tasting you. “I want the side of you that you don’t show anyone else,” You whispered as your backside was pressed against him, your hands reaching up to play with that blue hair that drove you crazy. His fingers explored your insides as if you were a road map to a treasure.

“Drop down like a good girl, and I’ll fuck you like a bad one.” Kai’s words sending goosebumps over your body. You leaned forward, your palms propped you up on the bed as he entered you from behind. He moved slow at first, until you were dripping at your folds, then he started to really hammer into you. You loved the way he smacked your ass and then would gently rub your hips. He was the perfect mix of pain & pleasure.

He exited you and gently pulled you up to face him. “Your face is so… wow.. it’s just beautiful,” Kai spoke in between hungry kisses. You smiled against his lips at his words. Usually a man you just met that engaged in sexual acts with you only complimented your pussy, not your face. It made you crumble even more for Kai.

He jumped onto the bed and you crawled on top of him, your wetness letting him slide effortlessly back inside of you. He watched with a wide smile as you rode his dick, while rubbing your clit. You moaned deeply as his hands massaging your tits, making you go wild.

“Spit in my mouth.”

You looked down at Kai with a smirk, he was a kinky one. You licked your lips before sucking your saliva into the center of your mouth. You leaned forward as he opens his mouth for you. You forcefully spat your saliva into Kai’s open mouth and he hummed as his eyes closed, savoring your taste before he swallowed it. You grabbed his cheeks in your hand and let out a sinful giggle.

“You are a wicked one, Kai Anderson.” You pushed yourself down on top of him and feverishly kissed him, taking in his bottom lip between your teeth every so often, making his growls and groans more erotic each time.

You moved your hips around and sat back up throwing your head back in pleasure as Kai moved between pinching your nipples and needing them between his fingers. His hands were soft, and you kept getting a nose full of his oaky masculine scent that almost drove your animalistic instincts crazy. You had read somewhere that a woman was always sexually attracted to her partners smell. You had never enjoyed a man’s sweat until right now. It all came together to make so much sense, just like your pussy came together with his hard long and delicious cock. Kai sat up as your bodies stay linked and he snaked his hands around you so that one hand was on the small of your back and the other on the back of your neck. He pressed his forehead to yours as you moved your body. The earth seemed to slow down as your ears only filled with the sound of his breathing and the faint echoes of Rey’s ‘Tomorrow Never Came’. Your vulnerability in that moment made you slightly embarrassed. The way his thumb stroked your middle back and then when he kissed the tip of your nose you knew this man was some kind of mythical creature you possibly dreamed up in a drunken state. “Should we take this to the shower?” He whispered as your body continued to move up and down on top of him. Your nodded, happy to break the intense moment between the two of you. If you lasted any longer you knew you’d be utterly attached to this guy whom you barely knew.

You slid off of him, and he takes your hand and leads you to the attached bathroom. He turned on the shower and you immediately felt the steam engulf both your bodies while continuing to actively kiss. He cupped your ass and before you know it, your legs were wrapped around him as he carried you into the hot shower. He slowly re-entered you as he slammed your back into the shower wall, the water cascading down both of your sweaty bodies. You felt his dick so far up inside of you that you felt like you were getting the most intimate part of him. He pulled from the kiss to watch your face as he thrusted deep inside of you, your legs wrapped tightly around him, his hands still grabbing your ass cheeks to keep you from falling.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Kai moaned as he went in and out of you pleasurably. He was panting hard when you grabbed each side of his face in your hands and smashed your lips together again feeling your orgasm rising. You threw your head back as Kai started pounding you harder and faster. Kai was staring back at you with his intense eyes. He raised one arm up, throwing his hand around your neck, his arm wresting perfectly in between your perky breasts.

“You like when I choke you? Cum for me baby girl.” He squeezes your neck a little harder. You moaned in pleasure and suddenly you could feel Kai release himself inside of you, which in turn made you relax and let your orgasm come to fruition.

He slid out from inside you as your legs gently unwrapped from his waist and you planted them on the shower floor. He refused to let you go and you both just embraced in the shower, the water washing away the sinful things you had just done. What had possessed you to partake in this aftercare that Kai was giving you was unknown, but you stood there as your legs shook lightly from the orgasm that had overtaken your body moments before.Kai stroked your hair as your head lay on his chest-Eyes closed as the water pelted down on your skin. When it felt like you both hand lingered too long, you pulled away shyly. Kai shut the water off, hoping out of the shower and walking naked towards the cabinet of towels. He handed one to you, thanking him quietly before wrapping yourself into it.

He dried off his body before throwing the towel around his waist. You both didn’t say much as you exited the bathroom. Kai walked over to the record player and changed out the record. You loved the song that had started playing - Not Allowed by TV Girl.

“You want to lay in bed and listen to some music with me?” Kai asked, looking to you with a raised eyebrow. You were surprised at his eagerness to spend time with you after the relationship you shared this far had been strictly sexual.

“Ahh..yeah okay.” You rang out your hair in your towel before grabbing your clothes that were laying on the floor.

“No, no clothes,” Kai said quietly as he wrapped his arms around your naked body. He guided you to the bed as the sounds of music played in the air.

You felt the goosebumps appear as Kai’s fingers made little circles on your shoulder.

“So, I have to ask you a questioned- Why were you at this party tonight? You don’t fit the scene,” Kai’s body vibrated your ear as he spoke.

You smiled on his chest. “Winter is a good friend of mine actually. We share a lot of classes at college. To be honest that party doesn’t really fit her scene either.”

You moved so that you were now laying beside Kai, faces inches apart. His eyes were softer now, more relaxed and playful. He was a really handsome man, and you adored the small freckle on his nose and the way his eyes squinted when he smiled. Oh, and you couldn’t forget the dimples.

“Well I’m extremely grateful you came tonight, pun intended.” Kai chuckled as you playfully hit his chest.

“It’s my turn to ask you a question.” You propped yourself up on your elbow so that you could look down at Kai’s calm expression. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

“Are you always this intimate with girls after you just fucked them?” Your lips pressed together and you narrowed your eyes at him.

He shook his head “Never.”

“Then why are you being this way with me- a girl you plucked from your sisters basement party?”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

“Then why are you being this way with me- a girl you plucked from your sisters basement party?”

He smiled and put his hand to your face to stroke your cheek “it’s simple- You told me to show you a side of me I don’t show anyone else.”

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princeanxious · 9 months

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Hi! I was wondering about your Lost Guardian au from ages ago, do you think you’ll ever plan on updating it and if not, could someone else take up the fic?

So heres the thing. If someone wants to write a fic *inspired* by The Lost Guardian, i’m not gonna stop them, and i’d probably feel super honored so long as the inspiration was correctly credited!

As for ‘taking up the fic,’ the short answer is no.

I have active drafts and the rest of the story already planned out to its finish, notes, even a branch-off fic set post-story that will likely go up on my nsfw blog if i ever get around to editing it. The Lost Guardian hasn’t been abandoned, it’s simply on hiatus. (And yes, i recognize 3 almost 4 years so far is a really fucking long hiatus. The Chapter 9 draft doc was made in december of 2020, and last edited in July 2022)

I started writing that fic whilst still in highschool, a time where I was 17 and didnt have to worry yet about getting my license or maintaining a part time job, i had an over abundance of freetime even partially to my detriment, the fandom was booming and I had plenty of feedback, and this fic was (and still *is*) a story im proud of.

But i’m 22 now, working a full time job to pay rent and account for a number of minor ‘disabilities’(best word i have for them atm) that I cant ignore or push to the side nor treat poorly, from the lasting effects on my body of stunted growth to celiac/glutent intolerance to adhere to that directly determines how easily my body functions for the week, to dealing with glasses i cannot afford to break and taking care of teeth i cannot afford to fix, taking care of my mental health and using the free time i have to do what brings me the most joy at that time.

The sanders sides fandom has heavily quieted down with the season finale hiatus and I’d like to think I did pretty well for going six long years dedicated solely to that without cracking under the silence, because *I knew* when I caved to something else it’d be a long while before I had the drive to come back with any sort of resolution to my active works. Thats just how my hyper fixations work. I cannot focus on multiple at once, it’s too much to process simultaneously and takes away my enjoyment bc I tend to watch/consume things repeatedly to catch every little detail i missed. And it doesn’t help when one loses steam because their content barely breaks 100 notes(80% of which are likes, 15% are reblogs with the occasional comment, and 5% are self-reblogs) when back in the height of it all, a few thousand notes was pretty average interaction. This blog still has about 11.5k followers, almost all of which came from the height of the fandom period. So for now i’ve moved onto the FNAF DCA fandom, bc it is fresh and new to me.

I know you didn’t mean to poke the bear here, I get it, but like.. C’mon. Any other fic of mine likely wouldn’t have gotten the same reaction in full but, still. I’ve had to answer this question a handful of times over the years at the point, which might be why this response feels so charged, and i’m sorry.

I don’t mean to come off as snippy or rude, but it *is* kind of invasive to offer to finish one’s creative work when it’s taking too long and theres very little payback for it. I’ve got adhd, delayed satisfaction isn’t a thing I experience. Just guilt that it wasn’t finished in a way for me to post it in time before I broke and lost all motivation to share it.

In my head, TLG has been long finished and held the ending for years, theres just been no energy to put in the effort of finish writing it for others to read. I’m still trying to get my life together to change that, don’t get me wrong, but the American economy is literally in shambles so who knows how or even if i’ll manage that. Call me selfish for being content with only mentally having my creative story’s ending and a collection of rambles and notes to show for it, but at the end of the day, it’s still my story, and i dont feel comfortable with people trying to ‘take up the mantle’ to finish it, when they don’t know how it ends.

I’m glad you like it enough to want to, though, I really *really* am. I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to finish it for you all. And i just don’t know when that will be, I just know that I *want* to do so, however long it takes.

#luka answers #sanders sides #tlg fic #the lost guardian au #luka’s aus #luka rambles #luka rants

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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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okay. We all love Bentley, but how did Nico and Asten meet each other? They’re such opposites I hardly doubt they’d just click at school, especially with Asten being so much older

Oh yes, it’s much much angstier than that.

A Hundred Ways to Become a Wayne Drabbles

tw: mentions of past deaths, malnutrition, general angst

wanna read the extended fic? here’s the table of contents!

i’ve been pondering and pondering asten’s character for so long and this ask just brought it all together, yay! (portuguese is brought to you by google translate, sorry if it’s wrong lmao. feel free to translate it if you want, it’s just memories of his mom being sweet )

⚠️ THIS IS NOT PART OF BENTLEY’S MAIN STORYLINE, ITS BACKGROUND FOR ASTEN.

TWO YEARS PRIOR TO THE BEGINNING OF A HUNDRED WAYS TO BECOME A WAYNE, ONE YEAR PRIOR TO THE BEGINNING OF A HUNDRED DAYS TO BECOME A WAYNE

ASTEN EVANS SCUTTLED THROUGH THE NEIGHBORHOODS OF BRISTOL IN THE RAIN. The thunder rumbled and shook overhead, and it was loud, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the insatiable gnawing and cramping that surfaced in his stomach every time he moved.

How long had it been, two days? More? The aching was growing into nausea, and he couldn’t risk throwing up what he did have inside of him. Though he knew he didn’t have much. An empty stomach was better than an emptied one.

Sam said he’d be home on Friday before Asten was out of school, but he wasn’t. It was Sunday now, technically Monday because it was two in the morning, and the idiotic twenty-three-year-old had only called once to say he’d be home soon. The drive was taking longer than usual. He said he’d be home late Friday night.

Late Friday night had been fine. Asten could’ve waited for him to get there. Sure, the fridge and cabinets were empty, and he hadn’t even offered to pick up anything on the way home, but the eleven-year-old wasn’t that hungry.

Two days ago.

It was normal for Sam to be out of town working during the week, Asten survived on the breakfast and lunch served at school. Sure, the gap between lunch and the next breakfast was big (seventeen hours, actually.) but he could deal. He had to, because they didn’t have anything in their house. Sam always came back on weekends and ordered takeout.

Asten was always fed. Not necessarily full, never, but fed.

But not this weekend. Apparently Sam had taken leave without as much as a voicemail. Now the hunger had turned into pain, and he was reverting back to the things he did to keep himself alive when Sam was gone over the summer.

Thievery.

He picked the lock on the side door of a house in Bristol, inching inside without remorse. The homeowners pristine white kitchen, cabinets, countertops and all, was dressed with brass hardware and big pendant lights.

He loved when side doors opened straight into the kitchen.

He stepped inside, ignoring the painful rumbling and churning his stomach was doing. There were no cars in the driveway, and this house always had cars in the driveway. He knew because he’d been in this kitchen a few times over the summer. If the driveway was empty, the house was empty, which meant he could take all the food he wanted.

(Not really — just enough to appease his body while simultaneously taking just little enough that no one would notice when they got home. He was basically a master at it now.)

He closed the door quietly behind him. This house didn’t have security, or at least not good security. He’d never failed at cracking that side door, and he’d never been caught.

He sighed as soon as he spotted a fruit bowl on the kitchen island, but stopped short.

It was organized to perfection. They’d notice if he took something out of it.

With an annoyed huff, he turned instead toward the fridge, pulling the appliance open with a soft click.

It was full to the brim with leftovers and packaged things and drinks. He’d have to be careful not to leave holes or empty containers, but with the amount of stuff they had shoved between the plastic shelves, he could probably get enough to last a few days, at least.

Well, he thought he could.

“It’s just a kid!”

Asten jumped a mile, shoving the fridge closed with a wham. There was a man in the threshold of the kitchen, a man in pajamas with a bat that looked really mad and really strong.

Asten lunged for the door, but the man was too fast. He grabbed the boy’s forearm and jerked him backwards.

“Get the hell off me!” He shouted, twisting and jerking against the man’s grip. He worked his arm out but the man didn’t waste a second in grabbing him again, pulling him across the room by both arms. “Piss off! Let go!”

“Sit down, boy. Sit,” He ordered, practically forcing Asten onto one of the stools at the island. He fought against his arms to no avail. “You’re either gonna answer some of our questions, or the cops’ questions. Which one would you prefer?”

“Piss off,”

“A lively one, aren’t you?”

A woman had drifted into the threshold of the room, clad in a bathrobe, pajama pants, and slippers. Her dirty blonde hair hung past her shoulders and her blue eyes were dull with sleep and worry.

“Don’t you dare move, or I’m calling the police. I don’t think it would take them long to find a kid with bright blue hair,”

Asten huffed, wrenching his arms out of the man’s grip but not making any moves to get off the stool. Police were a no go. He’d be swiped away by social services faster than he could call for Sam, and that wasn’t necessarily on his to-do list.

“What are you doing breaking into our house?” The man barked. He retreated to the other side of the island and propped himself up across from Asten. The kid had direct access to the door. Either he really trusted him not to move, or he really trusted that he was faster. “We know you’ve done it at least once before. You’re lucky we were out of town.”

Asten said nothing.

The man leaned forward. “You’d better get to talking, boy, or it won’t be me asking.”

Asten, still, stayed silent, turning away from the man. All he really wanted to do now was leave. Getting caught was a rookie mistake, and getting caught and threatened with cops when Sam could very well be thirty minutes from home was not good. Not good at all.

He stayed silent, but his stomach worked up a loud protest, reminding him exactly why he was here in the first place.

He was so freaking hungry.

The man’s eyes flicked across him quickly, and Asten hoped he didn’t catch the way his face burned pink.

“You’re hungry. That it?”

“No,” Asten spat, a little too quickly for his own liking. “Piss off.” He added for good measure.

The man huffed. “Then why?”

Again, he said nothing. But the empty feeling was starting to creep more into nausea territory, and he didn’t like it.

The man huffed. “I’m waiting.”

Asten wanted to punch him in the face.

“Kid, you’d better start talking. Are you a street rat?”

“No,” Asten bit out, words dripping in a venom he hoped might deter the man. “I’m not.”

“Then why are you breaking into our house in the middle of the night just to raid the fridge?”

He didn’t intend on answering, but again, like life was laughing ever-so-hard in his face, his stomach did it for him, loud and emptily and embarrassingly. He wrapped his arms around his middle and inwardly cursed at it to freaking stop, curling his fists up into the fabric of his shirt.

“When was the last time you ate anything?”

“Piss off,” He hissed again. It was the only thing he planned on saying to these rich jerks.

“Hate to be captain obvious, but your stomach is talking more than you are,” He stated. Asten looked away when the man’s eyes drifted down to where his knuckles were turning white from gripping his own shirt, his face burning an even darker pink.

Screw this.

“We aren’t going to judge you, we just want to know what’s going on,” The man continued. The anger and adrenaline seemed to be slowly fading from his posture and voice, but that didn’t make him any more likable.

“Shut up,” Asten spat. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk about things you don’t know?”

The man backed off, raising his hands in a surrender. Asten brought his knees up and curled in on himself so tightly he hoped his stomach wouldn’t be able to make any more noise. He felt so utterly naked in front of them. He should’ve checked the house better.

He swallowed down the throbbing ache and constant pain jabbing him in the gut. “Just let me go. I won’t come back.”

The man seemed to consider it for a second. And then that second was over.

“Then just tell us what’s going on, kid,”

He wanted to scream. He wasn’t just about to tell these random rich people that he hadn’t eaten since school on Friday and his guardian was never home. He wasn’t just about to tell them that he lived in the poorest part of the city where people routinely emptied the dumpsters of all their edible contents because no one else could freaking afford food, either. It was a miracle Sam was keeping up with Asten’s enrollment in school. Gotham Academy was freaking expensive.

Maybe that’s why they didn’t have anything else.

He stayed quiet again. He missed Brazil. He missed São Paulo. He missed being able to eat food every day and not having to rely on school for it. When his parents, his guardians were home and tucked him into bed and woke him up and drove him to school.

He missed his parents.

Now here he was, a useless rat living out of a one room apartment with an uncle that barely passed as a guardian, no longer happy in Brazil but shoved in the worst part of New Jersey. A part so bad that other people in the city didn’t even call it Park Row anymore, but Crime Alley, hungry all of the time and wishing everything short of death on the truck driver that crashed into his parents car that night. It was that drivers fault he was fighting with his stomach in some rich family’s kitchen. Everything was that stupid truck drivers fault.

He felt a familiar, but at the same time distant burn behind his eyes, and he swallowed down the lump that was starting to form in his throat. He wasn’t going to cry in front of these people.

“Kid? You got an answer for me?”

The man’s piercing blue gaze cut him to his core, and he looked away again. His stomach chose the worst time to growl as loud as humanly possible, even through his makeshift position, and he muttered a string of profanities under his breath, tugging at his shirt and begging it to stop. His eyes burned harder.

“Stop it, Ed, you’re scaring him,” The woman’s voice came this time, and she drifted up near her husband. “We want to help you, sweetheart. Can you tell me your name?”

“No,” He snapped, not looking over at the couple because of the way his eyes were burning. With the incessant pain and cramping of his insides, the lump in his throat he was trying to desperately to shove away, and the memories of his mother asking him how his day was in a bubbly Portuguese floating around in his head, he was going to lose this battle with the rich people’s questioning no matter what.

“We aren’t going to call the cops, I promise. We just want to have an idea what’s going on. You broke in because you’re hungry, right? When was the last time you ate?”

Freaking hell, these people were not going to shut up, were they? Did they think it was fun to sit in their kitchen when they should be sleeping and pick out all of Asten’s insecurities?

He huffed, burying his face in his knees. “Friday. School.”

“Oh, honey…” The woman whispered in sympathy. “Edward, get him some food.”

Asten sat up. He was not about to accept pity food from these rich nobodies who didn’t even know his name. “No. It’s fine, I’m fine. Just let me leave. I… I want to leave.”

The man went to work despite his protests, and the woman began rounding the counter toward him. “It’s okay, honey.”

“Get away from me,” He hissed as she drew near, so she stopped. “Just let me go back outside.”

“So you can find someone else to rob? Yeah right,” The man snorted from his spot in front of the fridge. “You go out that door, your face is on wanted posters.”

“Edward!” The woman scolded, then focused back on Asten. “Friday is a long time to go without food, honey. You’re probably not feeling too great, am I right?”

She was right. His head was pounding, he was so hungry he felt like he might throw up air, he really, really, really wanted his mom, and he was about to cry.

He said nothing, but pressed his face into his knees to hide it from her.

He wanted to curl up in a hole and die. It would be less embarrassing than this. Even a kid from Crime Alley who had eaten out of a dumpster at least a couple times still had a little bit of dignity. Especially if he went to Gotham Academy, which he did. If any of his schoolmates heard about this, if it got spread on the news…

He felt someone touch him, a hand that landed gently on his back, and he flinched upright and swatted it away.

“I said get away from me!”

The woman withdrew her hand with a little bit of shock on her face, but it quickly faded. “I’m not going to hurt you, baby.”

Hell, did everything about this woman have to remind him of his mom? Even the tone with which she called him baby was the same.

Wow, life was really having fun torturing him right now.

“Go away,” He muttered. He tried his best to make it at least a little threatening, but given that he was one more delicately spoken pet name away from bursting into tears, it wasn’t in the slightest. It actually sounded more like a plea, like he was being beaten on the street and begging his assailants to leave him alone. (Which he had done a handful of times already. He lived in Crime Alley, after all.)

He felt like he was going to throw up.

“Oh, sweetheart…” The woman cooed like Asten was some kind of helpless little animal. He didn’t realize why she was doing it until he felt something wet on his face.

Oh freaking great. This was exactly the opposite of how he wanted his night to go.

“It’s okay, honey. You’re safe with us,” She said softly, and as if Asten hadn’t told her not to touch him just shy of five times already, she did. She raked a hand through his black and blue hair.

“Como foi seu dia na escola, amor?” His mother asked sweetly as soon as he walked in the door. She was standing in the threshold of the dining room in a red apron with her almost black hair tied up in a messy bun. She reached over and brushed her hand through his hair. “Você precisa de um corte de cabelo.”

The random rich woman did it again, and Asten started to cry, miserably, curling in tighter on himself. He hadn’t really cried since his parents died. He was shipped off to Gotham so fast he didn’t even have time to think about it.

“Venha aqui meu amor. Porque voce esta chorando? Qual é o problema?” His mother pulled her crying, eight-year-old son into her arms, cradling him close to her chest. “Oh meu amor. Tudo vai ficar bem.”

Now Asten was eleven, stealing to stay alive and helplessly pulled against one rich woman’s chest in a weird position on a barstool. He pretended the embrace was good enough. (It wasn’t, because it wasn’t hers.)

But he hid his face away in the woman’s bathrobe anyways, letting her warmth seep into all the parts of him that had grown cold since his parents died. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, part of him would always be frozen, but it felt good for now. He hadn’t been hugged since before his parents died eleven months ago, but he didn’t unravel his arms from around himself to hug her back.

Was it possible that food might not have been the only thing he was hungry for? Because the way she was holding him satiated something inside that he didn’t even know was there. He’d never admit it, and he hadn’t even realized it until now, but he never wanted this woman to let go of him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” She whispered lightly, keeping one arm around him and using the other to keep his head against her bathrobe. “You’re gonna be okay.”

He didn’t feel okay. Sure, he was hungry, but the hunger ran so much deeper than his physical needs and the only one that could stop it was dead. Could he starve to death when it wasn’t food he was hungry for? Could the death of his parents, the culture shock of moving to America, and the unending voice inside of his head that cried please help the cold go away really kill him? It felt like it.

He was falling apart in a random woman’s arms and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Why was this happening right now? This whole situation would’ve been embarrassing enough if his stomach hadn’t been growling louder than a rabid dog, but having to pick up the pieces of himself off of their fancy tile floor before he went back to the cold, filthy, streets of Crime Alley was borderline humiliating. He was sure he’d spend the rest of his life cursing that truck driver’s name into the wind.

“I’ve got you, baby,” She whispered gently, rubbing the back of his head with her thumb in a slow, soothing rhythm. “You’re not alone.”

He only cried harder. He was so alone. He would always be alone because they weren’t there anymore.

“We’re going to get some food in you, then I’ll drive you home. How’s that sound?”

Asten shook his head into her fuzzy robe. “No. I-I can walk.”

“Where do you live?” She inquired gently. Something about her voice sounding so much like his mother’s made it nearly impossible to lie.

“Crime Alley,” He sniffled.

She let out a puff of air. “You’re not walking all the way to Park Row. That’s almost a two hours walk, at least. Maybe three. I don’t care to drive you home.”

He didn’t have it in him to argue. He kinda felt like throwing up, and the crying wasn’t helping, not at all. He swiftly decided he was never crying like this again, ever. Never. And he was never going to show his face around this house again once this was over.

The knot inside of him that only halfway passed as an actual stomach tightened with a stab, a lingering agony that threatened to swallow him whole. He coiled up ever tighter, the urge to literally throw up nothing more than sink water all over their pretty marble floor growing exponentially.

The woman picked up on it, because why wouldn’t she? “I know. I know it hurts.“

Asten kind of wanted to scream again, because no she freaking didn’t. She lived in Bristol, where snobby rich people yelled at builders for putting the wrong shade of nickel knobs on their cabinets. She didn’t freaking know how it felt to be so empty your own stomach acid seemed to burn holes in your organs.

Asten didn’t move, in fear of literally throwing up in their floor, until the man put a glass plate on the counter with a soft clink.

On it was a messy brick of something that looked like lasagne, probably from a package, steaming from being shoved in the microwave. The edges were rough like they’d been cut around. These people’s forgotten leftovers were better than anything Asten had eaten all week.

He didn’t waste any time inhaling it. When asked if he wanted more, he said no. He wasn’t a stranger to eating so much when Sam got back on the weekends that he made himself sick, and he wasn’t going to do that. Not when he had school tomorrow.

So, the woman changed her clothes and drove him back to his shabby little apartment building that looked kind of like it should’ve been foreclosed on. But not before he saw someone standing on the stairs of her house. It was too dark to make out anything about them, but they were small, and they scuttled back to the second floor the moment he laid eyes on them.

It was only a little weird when, on Monday, some tiny blonde nine-year-old named Nico decided that he wanted to be Asten’s best friend. (Literally, he came up to him in class and said that.)

He was a bit weirded out, but he didn’t have friends anyways, so he obliged.

By the end of the week he was already being invited over to his house for dinner. Which was weird, but he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for good food.

He was sure he’d never been closer to dying from embarrassment than when he and Nico took the bus to the exact same house where he very nearly left part of his soul (and his thoroughly digested sink water) in the kitchen.

He was never going to get away from these people, was he?

(No, he wasn’t.)

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littlemissnobody124 · 2 years

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Sunlight

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Words: ~1.2k

Warnings: age gap, slow burn romance, I think 18+ in later chapters but for now it’s just storytelling, somewhat dark, mentions/implied death, blood

A/N: hi, this is my next writing fic, I have finally written about 3 chapters and the only inspiration im getting is from Hozier songs like cherry wine, as it was, and also sunlight. I have written some more chapters on my other fic but I feel it needs to be reworked also hopefully you read this and like it. *if you wanna be added to/removed from my taglist ask me and I’ll add/remove you with no worries at all*

He walked down the stairway on unsteady stones, the only source of light coming from the candle in the chamber stick he held. Walking down the path in the deepest part of the kingdom, finally reaching the bottom was greeted by a cell at the end of the dark hall within it a creature he came to greet.

All there was is all four walls coming together deep down within the earth, leaks coming from above smelling of soil and rain as the storm finished before he decided to come down to the creature's cell.

Slowly, padding toward its cell door to see the visitor who wished to talk to them. As the candle came closer so did its features become shown. Eyes as dark and big as the star-encased sky, make you believe that they couldn’t see a thing but could see all at the same time. Hands similar to a human's with the exception of their sharp black nails, and black encasing the tips of each finger. Teeth sharp and a few longer than others. Hair mangled as it’s been unkempt, cheeks sunken, and clothes barely hanging on to its body looking on the brink of death but being in its cell for over two centuries. No one visits as everyone says ‘it’s an accursed thing’, whenever they have to explain to their children why to never go down into the basement.

But, him. He chooses to ignore what his father says to see what it looked like one late night several years ago. Ever since he visits whenever there’s a full moon for a couple of days to see such a wondrous creature. As it's not as accursed as his father makes them out to be.

Tonight should’ve been like every other night, with the difference of him smiling, and reaching out his hand to me but with blood slowly drying on his hand, shirt, and pants. It was a sight to behold as he spoke, “I’ve come to finally free you, beloved,” with blood splattered across his face. His eyes showed me love but his outward appearance showed me something darker.

“What did you do?” was all I could slowly choke out, as my mouth and throat were parched.

“I’m sorry where are my manners,” speaking to me once again, taking his hand that was reached out and moving back.

“Saving you from this lonely hell my family has given you,” he began again as he steadied his sword ready to swing at the lock and chains holding my cell together, “you deserve so much more than this. So, I took my rightful place from your current captors so I can finally free you.”

Charging up his sword with a very clear and strong spell as his sword flew a bright red and then he swung. Swiftly breaking what once was my lock, now shards on the ground. Quickly opening the door, stepping over the shards, and bringing himself to one knee.

“May I finally greet you properly as mine? And do not worry I will carry you so as to not hurt you anymore from this point on,” he told me as he looked up at me.

Slowly giving my hand out to him and beginning to speak I reply, “you may, but be gentle with me, please. What is your name?”

“Christopher Evans, but just for you you can call me Chris my beloved,” I was told as he kissed the back of my hand, “and yours?”

“(Y/f/n), (Y/f/n) (y/l/n) is my name, it’s been so long since anyone’s asked me for my name,” it was like a shout but only fell upon his ears, if others would were here no one hear as it wouldn’t echo throughout and before I knew it I was whisked up into his arms, spun around, and held as gentle but tight as he could hold me without taking my breath away.

Now bound to him as if I made a contract, now without a word or a doubt. Then starting the slow ascension to the outside from this underground purgatory.

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Before we knew it, there we were at the door. He set me down and gave me a look as if I should be the one to open the door to my freedom. Opening that door made me feel the heaviness that I had been carrying lifted off my shoulders.

All I could see before was the darkness, feeling the bricks as I scraped another line down the brick indicating a day. From what I could tell, all I ever did was count, recount my happiest memories, my worst moments, and whatever I could entertain myself with. Well until Chris, then I was counting the days, minutes, and hours until he returned. Now I never need to do that again.

As I stood at the doorway, holding my hand within my own slowly walking out. I could see within these elegant walls, and took a turn to my left another door. With windows showcasing the sunlight through the windows and its curtains flowing through slowly. Walking towards it, I took a look back at Chris and he nodded. Turning back to the door I opened it and took in the open garden in what could be the middle of the whole castle.

I took in the sun as it began to rise, its sunlight swimming with the clouds bringing out colors I hadn’t seen in so long made me tear up. Feeling the sun as it rose and shone on my skin after so long felt bittersweet in a way.

Just as I began walking into the garden, a maid took a turn before taking in my form startled by what she was witnessing. As she was thinking about running to get one of the guards, sees Chris walk from behind me and realizes what happened.

She took in his form from the now-dried blood, and you could see the multiple things she questioned and the conclusions she was coming up with.

“If you are going to tell a guard or anyone else about my beloved, do tell them that I let her out and I plan to take her as my queen,” he thundered to her. Feeling chills run up my spine as he then took in my form.

“I’m gonna need to get you new clothes, and get food in you as you’re just so small,” Chris insisted to me as he turned me toward him, taking my hands into his.

“Then I’m gonna need to find out how such a small thing as yourself is so dangerous,” he chuckled to himself. Picking me up once more, he began walking into the castle and up the staircase to the third floor. Walking on towards the end of the hallway.

Opening the door to a room half as big as the garden downstairs.

“This is where you’ll be staying, and don’t worry I’ll notify everyone that you are so you won’t have any problems, my love,” he assured me, bending down to one knee. “Now I won’t be gone long but until then I'll have one of my best guards’ outside until I am. And I’ll send in a maid to help you out as well.”

All I could do was nod until he left me in this room to my own devices.

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rose-tinted-vision · 4 months

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Fic: Comfort in familiarity

Relationship: Ning Yuanzhou & Yu Shisan, Ning Yuanzhou & Yuan Lu, (past) one-sided Ning Yuanzhou/Yu Shisan

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It had been a good day, Ning Yuanzhou thinks. They had managed to set up camp, put into place their guard rotation, and he just had a fruitful conversation with Ruyi.

He had settled next to Yuan Lu under the shade of the tree, soft rays of moonlight filtering through its leaves painting a soft pattern on the ground before them. It is a peaceful night, one of those rare ones that he appreciates.

“But if you like Ruyi-jie, then what about Shisan-ge?” Yuan Lu asks out of the blue, startling Ning Yuanzhou out of his reverie. He'd thought that the other had fallen asleep already.

“What about Shisan?” He replies, momentarily blindsided.

“Don’t you like Shisan-ge too?” There was a slight accusatory bite in Yuan Lu’s tone, which Ning Yuanzhou chuckles at. This kid, ever protective of his Shisan-ge.

That was something he had gotten over a few years ago, when he realized that Yu Shisan really meant it when he said that he would continue to fly, never once stopping for anyone. He knows it's Shisan’s own way of coping with death constantly hovering over their heads, and he understands, would never ask him to change himself for him.

Having Yu Shisan’s friendship is more than he could ask for.

“Your Shisan-ge, he’s like a wave, a natural force of nature. Have you ever heard of waves stopping? Only a fool would wait for it to stop,” he sighs, ignoring Yuan Lu’s wounded, kicked-puppy expression.

“Maybe if you asked-”

“That would mean asking him to change himself for me, and I wouldn't ask that of someone I truly liked,” Ning Yuanzhou explains, looking over to see Yuan Lu frowning in thought, “the best I can do is to try and understand them.”

Yuan Lu nods slowly, contemplating his answer. He knows that the boy may not truly understand, not yet. But since he had asked, Ning Yuanzhou would answer as truthfully as he could.

It felt freeing to let it out, anyway.

Seeing Yu Shisan in all his flamboyant glory after so long had felt like a punch in the gut, reopening old wounds that had since scabbed over.

Apparently he was not as over it as he had thought.

“Do you know the thing that your Ruyi-jie and Shisan-ge have in common?”

Yuan Lu scrunched his nose, shaking his head in answer, “those two are like day and night, what could they have in common?”

“I think the reason why I liked Shisan back then, was because he understood me more than anyone else,” Ning Yuanzhou says slowly, trying to put his feelings into words, “he understands why I did what I did, why I have to make certain decisions. He knows how I think, my reasonings, sometimes even before I see it myself,”

“With Ruyi, she may not fully understand, sometimes, but she tries to,” Ning Yuanzhou feels a small smile forming at the thought of Ruyi’s blunt yet innocent questioning, “and more importantly, she knows, too. She knows how it is like living the kind of life we live, the ghosts we carry. She has seen what it's like, maybe even more than we have.”

It was partially why he and Officer Pei never ended up together, despite her obvious interest. He had too many demons in his closet, could not fully open up to her about them, did not really want to expose her to the horrors he dealt with on the daily.

When it came to relationships, Ning Yuanzhou preferred comfort. Familiarity. Not everyone liked it that way- Yu Shisan being an example- which he understood. It was the reason why he had let those feelings for the other man fizzle out, kept it close to himself, tightly under wraps.

“Anyway, why are you nosing around?” Ning Yuanzhou frowns at the boy, who let's out a sleepy yawn, “young kids shouldn't gossip about stuff like this.”

“‘'m not a kid,” Yuan Lu protests, but his words are too slurred with sleep to hold much weight, “I'm…eighteen…”

“You'll still be a kid to me, even if you're eighty.” Ning Yuanzhou says, feeling a fond smile take over his face as Yuan Lu's head falls onto his shoulder, gently snores escaping in his sleep.

#largely inspired by the scene in episode 31 #before they go and rescue the Emperor #and the scene at the end of ep 37 #where yss and nyz see yuan lu in each other #it really screams “parents” who co-parented a child only for said child to die before them #also all the scenes before where yss checks up on nyz #a journey to love #yu shisan #ning yuanzhou #yuan lu #一念关山 #rose writes

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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Hello mods! I'm not sure if I've already sent this ask. Found it in my notes but didn't cross it off, so I'm assuming I never sent it. If I did, you're free to ignore this :)

Hi mods!

Whenever I find a human au fic with queer themes, I go in hoping for something not set in modern era and try not to be disappointed every time I'm mistaken. So, do you know of any fic set in the past (could be 1700s, could be 1950s, hell could even be the 80s. Don't mind just as long as it's not set in the 21st century or ancient times) in which A&C are queer in some way and have to deal, at least a bit, with the consequences of being that in that time? Could be gay, trans, or whatever. I just really want to read about them being queer in a world against them and finding comfort in each other. So a happy or at least hopeful ending would be appreciated too.

Thanks in advance! The work you guys do is fantastic <3

Hello! Try the Historical AUmens Collection! There are also tags on AO3 for particular eras like Victorian, Regency, Medieval etc.

Here is an ask with long list of historical recs.

Some more:

Moonlight Serenade (Extended) by TawnyOwl95 [E]

That night the bombers flew out from Tadfield Airbase. They always woke Crowley up, set the dogs barking but tonight they disturbed him long after the night had fallen silent again.

He couldn't sleep until he heard them come back, until he knew if there was a chance Aziraphale was still alive.

Called Up by cassieoh, Liquid_Lyrium [T]

"Bit of a chilly day to go without a jacket," he points out stupidly. He tries not to stare openly at the braces that attractively frame the other man’s chest. Then he remembers his shades are in place, and he feels some tension leave his shoulders.

Fell (terribly ominous name for a pilot, that) goes a little pink in the cheeks, and isn't that something?

"Gave it away," he mumbles under his breath, and it's like a trap door drops out from under Crowley's feet.

Once More, With Feeling by saretton, TawnyOwl95 [E]

1950s. The research continues, but Aziraphale is determined to shake things up.

If only he can find the courage to let Crowley know.

The things one does for science.

All My Heart Is Yours by FeralTuxedo [E]

1847. Aziraphale Fell arrives at Eden Hall to take up his new position as tutor to the young heir. The house is enormous, remote, and its occupants rather strange — but none more so than its master, the ill-mannered but inconveniently handsome Mr Crowley.

Mr Crowley’s gaze lingered on him.

‘Now I see you in broad daylight, I can tell you’re no gentleman.’

Aziraphale bristled. He was wearing his best ensemble, and it was of fine enough quality, if a little rumpled from the luggage.

‘Whereas you certainly look the part, even if your manners suggest otherwise.’

A Victorian human AU loosely inspired by Jane Eyre, but with 50% less angst and 100% less spousal incarceration.

As Time Goes By by teatales [M]

Mr Anthony Crowley was fine with being alone. He had his car and his plants and his career as a travelling salesman, and it was fine. Even with his awful new bosses, he had no plans to quit selling watches anytime soon. What else would he do?

Mrs Aziraphale Ingels had been stuck in Tadfield ever since her husband passed away a year ago. She tried her best not to dwell on how lonely she felt as she filled her days with books and baking while waiting for the inheritance to be finalised. Only then could she consider what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

A chance meeting, a blossoming friendship, and Aziraphale and Crowley soon find themselves falling in love with the stranger they met only a few months ago. But neither believe the other could ever love them back, and both have things they're terrified to share.

As Time Goes By is a timeless romance set in the 1950s about acceptance, being less alone than you think, and watch-related puns.

~Mod N

#good omens #ineffable husbands #historical #historical au #mod n #human au #adult omens

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wileys-russo · 24 days

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hello, since you liked my previous long ass ask a few days ago, im here again with more thoughts (and mostly compliments)

characters: i really like that the main characters of your stories have their own unique dynamics which change from fic to fic. for example, the childhood sweethearts protagonist reads different from a date to remember protagonist, and similarly fresa and pollito read much different from each other. yes, i see the similarities in them but I also see how they interact with others in their own unique ways, i enjoy that and I appreciate how they are consistent within their own series.

a lot of it comes down to how you write players (and I believe someone else also pointed this out recently but); their personalities make sense (ofcourse I don’t really know what they’re like irl but their interpretations make sense in a headcannon sort of way).

(i digress here so feel free to ignore this part) this is something i notice in recent videogames as well, in most early videogames all characters were written as “empty shells” so people could project their own personalities onto them and “relate” to them better but modern video games have started to also give their main characters some personality traits which make them more likeable and easier to relate to which leads to better storytelling and quests.

(controversial?) but i really like that you don’t use the “y/n” thing, it just breaks the flow of conversations and I just think its neat when people find a way around it

(super controversial?) (forgive me) I don’t think I am an alessia girlie but I do love the way you write her.

she is lovely and talented and brilliant and its adorable how she answers every question with “ya its incredible…”

plot: ohf, i appreciate you trying to find unique prompts and settings. it takes time and effort and is a challenge to rethink setting and situation every time. Moreover, these things just take time ya know (and but as a reader its worth the wait).

i used to work on an animated series, and our writers used to struggle with things like character consistency, repetitive plots, dialogues etc so wanted to highlight these points and say good job. creating art in any form or shape or kind and posting it is nerve-wrecking and scary, so I appreciate everyone who tries.

tiny bits of slang and localisation is just so satisfying. a little bit of “hoover”, “crisps” or “arvo” depending on their intended nationality, makes me happy.

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finally, its time for some beef i.e an unserious reaction to things the reader does

cutting the crusts off toast: the crust is an important part of the toast; you cannot just cut it off?!?! 1/5.

Hate against olives and tomatoes: is this a texture thing? if yes, i get it. no i dont. 2.5/5.

Nail biting: the amount of gErMs NO!. -15/5.

fidgeting with jewelry: you must, you cannot not. 5/5

using chopsticks or a spoon to eat certain snacks: super valid. ate and left no crumbs (literally). 10/5.

sticky notes to help study: effective. 7/5.

reading a book poolside on vacation: -5/5 (will not be explaining this one)

smushing strawberries against your face instead of eating them: crime/10.

causing trouble and blaming it on someone else (mapi) – perfect/5. (+ all pollito fics are so funny)

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as always, I hope you are well and have a good day :)

I once again am rendered speechless and wish I could say more but thank you so much for your kind compliments and thoughts, it means a lot!! 💞

#answered asks

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madame-fear · 4 months

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What is with this HOTD fandom?! Never have I ever been part of a fandom that attacks each other the way this one does. I have never seen “fans” as malicious, cruel, and relentless as the ones in the HOTD fandom! It’s insane. Vicious people are running content creators into the ground or off Tumblr or ao3 completely simply because they don’t like a certain ship, or trope, or tag, or dynamic, or a certain character etc etc. Its like the thought process is “I don’t like x, y, or z so instead of simply ignoring that content and not reading it, I’m going to make this everyone’s problem and find the people that make this content and harass them as much as possible. I’m also going to find as many ppl to help me gang up on this person and destroy them! You like something I don’t so that makes you bad. You don’t think the way I do so you need to be dealt with!” Like come on y’all, so you don’t like smut, or fluff, or lucemond, or rhaenicent, or character x reader, or modern fics, or dead dove, or enemies to lovers, or alpha/omega, or bottom/top, or you hate Lucerys, or Aemond, or rhaenyra, or daemon, or Jace, or the Blacks, or the Greens or whatever there may be, like no one cares! No one cares you don’t like something in fandom! What happened to “ship and let ship?” If you don’t like something, that’s fine, that’s great, I hope you are able to find all content you do like, but you don’t have a free pass to trash other people! Just ignore it, don’t read that story, block that specific creator if you want, just move on and find the stuff you do like. Why do these ppl feel the need to turn into a vicious pack of hyenas, relentlessly attacking content creators, literally running them off with death threats and doxxing etc etc like damn y’all! You just experienced this a few days ago with an “anon” who turned out to be a username I recognized and have seen around for a long time. And here they are acting the way they did. Like what?!

HOTD isn’t real! It’s fiction! It can be whatever people want it to be, people can use whatever trope they want, completely random ships between completely nonsensical characters can exist, a story can be set in the Amazon or freaking space, a story can be the sweetest, fluffiest story to ever exist or it can be the strangest, darkest, most messed up thing you’ve ever read and that’s fine! It’s fine! Surround yourself with what you do like and just let other people live, why is that so hard?! So sorry for my rant, I had to get that out

FUCKING PREEEACH ANON, SAY IT LOUDER! Please please please rant as much as you wish, darling. 🗣🗣🗣

No you literally said EVERYTHING there was to be said about this fandom. I joined the fandom a day or two after the series ended, on October 2022 and BELIEVE me when I tell you that the fandom has gone completely deranged by now. I don’t like blaming anyone in particular, but I kind of have the feeling these big accounts that are always in the centre of some drama are the cause of the toxicity lingering in the fandom :/

I mean, I for example don’t like certain ships like Lucemond. It makes me feel so uncomfortable and off, and you know what I did? I filtered the tag, blocked some people on those tags, and went on with my life. I live and let live. I never even harassed someone or commented on their posts against their likings. This one big account that also started a huge ass drama recently was telling everyone to stop writing for bimboism because its anti-feminist or something — LIKE EXCUSE ME???? You don’t like something and you are making it EVERYBODY ELSES problem? Naur. And its worse when they send a troop of minions to attack and stupidly doxx... damn. I wouldn’t even be surprised if you already saw on other occasions the user harassing me previously... 🙄

I don’t like the concept/trope bimboism either and I never even considered on writing about it. But does that give me the right to tell everyone to stop writing for it because I simply dislike it? No, not at all! Because its also the right of other people to read and write for whatever they enjoy the most. Yes, she has her right to have her own opinion on her blog — but this shouldn’t apply only to a certain group of people! As far as I’m concerned, there’s something called freedom of speech; meaning we can all say and like whatever the fuck we want, unless you want to establish a mediocre social media dictatorship.

I also love how their friends stick up to them while they pretend to be on a hiatus to victimise themselves further. This one friend of them told a mutual "you will stand down" and "you will not win this" like the CLOWNING in here is real. Babygirl you are arguing against strangers online for a fucking fanfic trope, we aren’t in the middle of some medieval battlefield, wdym??? 😭😭

And also they blamed this same mutual telling her that she’s been harassing this one account for over a year (the big account mentioned previously that she had never seen my mutual before or something like that, and they never even talked before this???) even if the drama is recent, and said that... The drama was triggering the miscarriage this account had like a year ago. I swear to God this is too much to handle and it too sad. Especially to bring such tragic personal event like a miscarriage to put the weight on somebody else for an online argument about fictional tropes.

You literally said everything about this. I can’t believe we have to argue about this. And then the friend of a mutual said that its the right of the big account to have her own opinion but they aren’t respecting the opinions of others? Like damn just block people and filter tags, man. I don’t know what to tell you, because why would the world stop merely because you don’t like something and then everyone is like "OOO ESOKEEE🥺" to immediatly boost their ego by hating on other people going against what they say.

yk what, nonnie? You are absolutely fucking right. HOTD is fictional and we can do whatever the hell we want. And we shouldn’t be scared of speaking up. I’m tempted to publish my drafted post about this because I’m sick and tired of having to walk on knife edge just to not be harrassed. Thank you for the rant!

#hotd drama #hotd #house of the dragon #house of the dragon drama #┆ ⤿ 💌 come chat with amira .ᐟ ୭ #lovely anons <3 #rant #fandom ranting #ask box messages #ask box open #ask box #✧.* amiraverse

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quokkacore · 2 years

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eventual [rest]

hi guys. i’m sorry for never coming through with updates, but i’m kind of going through it at the moment.

ignoring the things going on in my personal life… i’m tired. i chose tumblr as my fanfic platform because of the community and how much i enjoyed being able to interact with others. it’s just not the same. recently there’s been a small influx of feedback (for which i’m extreme grateful and will be responding to soon!!!) but it’s just. maybe i’m asking for too much but it feels like too little too late. its so upsetting seeing “xyz has reblogged x post” and clicking on it, and AS ITS LOADING telling myself “don’t get your hopes up it’s probably empty”.

i deserve better. writers deserve better. i’m doing this for free and for fun and i get so little in return when i could be working or doing my homework and actually working towards my degree. not to brag, but i KNOW i’m at the very least, a decent writer. i’ve started setting my sights on traditional publishing despite how difficult it is to break through because i feel like i’m good at what i love doing. but i don’t want to do it on tumblr anymore. i don’t feel the drive to.

if you’d like to read about some of my other reasons, it’s below the cut, but a lot of it is me discussing triggering topics—pls be careful.

if you don’t feel like reading below the cut for my reasoning as to why i’m going to eventually stop posting, here’s what i want everyone to know:

i’m going to TRY to finish king & lionheart, with great power and the punisher anthology, because i love these stories so, so much. the updates will come when they come—i’m not changing my updates page, but i’ll at least try to give a few days heads up that they’re coming.

once i’m done with these fics, i don’t think i’ll write anything else on this blog. maybe, maybe not—i think it depends. i’m just all out of steam.

this blog will remain up mainly an archive, mostly because i know how upsetting it is to want to reread a fic and finding out the author deactivating. i’ll delete some posts, and if i post anything, it’ll be feedback for nsfw fics or answering certain asks. who knows, maybe i’ll drop something here and there.

i’ll eventually be going through my follower list and removing any ageless blogs or blogs who i know are minors on this main blog, something i should have done a long long time ago.

finally, i’ll be setting up an nsfw free side blog and using that as my “main” if you guys would like to keep contact with me. this isn’t just gonna be kpop but my other interests as well (but mostly kpop). i’ll also be posting sfw fic recs there. the blog is @threesrachas if any of y’all are interested!!

other than that, thank you so much to my mutuals and the ppl who made my time on tumblr so much fun. i loved getting to know and work with so many of you, you’re all amazingly talented, kind and funny people. thank you for being my escape from real life, i love you all so much for that.

tw: intense homesickness + generally bad mental health + self harm + hypersexuality

as some of you might know, i moved continents to study abroad last year. that’s a big part of what’s impacting me—i’m away from my main support system, i’m worried about issues within my family, as much as i want to deny it i feel like i’m losing my friends back home, i have to be financially independent and rely on myself to pay for things like tuition, groceries, health insurance, etc etc. it’s caused me so much stress and i feel like i’m being pulled in a MILLION different directions.

i kind of… don’t feel like myself. i wouldn’t call it disassociation because from the reading i’ve done my situation isn’t as severe. but i just feel so lost and disconnected from everyone around me. i feel like i’m unsure of where i want to go and how to move forward with things i know i need to do, but i don’t know how to bring myself to go through with them even though it’ll only be detrimental to me in the future.

i’m also realizing that my hypersexuality is becoming more and more of an issue as i go onward. and with this, i’m giving everyone a warning—i’ve been in the tumblr/ao3/wattpad fanfiction space since i was 12, and only at 21 am i beginning to realize just how detrimental that was for me. consuming so much nsfw content as a minor caused me to normalize and glorify certain sexual behaviors in an unhealthy way, and recently i’ve stumbled across more violent sexual content and the way that my brain has fixated on it terrifies me. i probably need to speak to someone about it.

as a result of these things, i’ve started self-harming again after being clean for like,, 5 years, and i hate myself so much for it. i thought i was finally better and i could finally put it behind me, but apparently not.

i just need more time for myself. my free time feels consumed because i get anxious for not writing, and i hate it. i need to take better care of myself and that’s not going to happen if i down scale back on my wips and unfinished fics. i want to get better. i miss being better, so so much.

tagging my mutuals: @doderyscoffee @iwishihadabettername @thegoodthebadandtheempty @always-wishing-for-rain @lix-ables @multifcndoms @lixesque @jl-micasea-fics @christallise @lixtokki @the7thcrow @sweetlemontart @heartcravings @itsapapisongo @lotus-dly @cherrydumpling @ohmysparkle @aliceu @milfgyuu @ncteaxhoe @moonctzeny @illicitfuck @lixhues @spilledtee @just-come-baek @feelsaesthetic @minthoodie @justhereinmydarkcorner @seulgiswhoreee @jeongvision @heejinnien @softcrescendo @sleepylixie @jenoentry @jaehyyns @chanluster @missskzbiased @smileyjaeminies @ynvngwolff @lamaiejeno @wonjaekook @moonbeamsung @puppywritings @danishmiilk @saturnznct @nightshade-minho @ncweab @ichigofelix @whosjunglejim4322 @nyctophilin and i’ll be tagging the rest soon </3

#please read

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