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#if anyone out there is looking for a sign that they should leave spaces like these
runby2 · 2 years
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i don't know who needs to hear this specifically but with the influx of discord servers dedicated to only mental illness discussion and spaces that only talk about racial discourse etc.
don't join those. those are echo chambers, and they will effect how you see your life. if you only focus on your mental illness or disabilities or only focus on racism you experience i know it may feel good to have a community where you can say "well i know this because i am this and no one else understands me if they're not this" or spaces where you can "educate" people who join but you are isolating yourself from actual society. it's a form of isolation. please find mixed social servers with many different people and many different opinions and branch out. communities like these ruined my view of the world and made me assume no one was like me at all out there if they didn't fit a cookie cutter definition and I do not want anyone else to fall into that.
you will find other people like you that aren't prone to community isolation for things that make humans human ! and it will feel liberating
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bahrtofane · 2 months
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Jude misses his spanish class, and that somehow ends with the both of you stuck in a dark elevator, legs tangled and annoying each other till help comes
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Watch it - ur trapped in an elevator with jude, lights go out, you accidentally sock him, fluff tho hehehe
a/n - shout out to my bff best plooki for sending me the last jude pic, its what inspired this whole thing. nmout 3lik kho
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Jude is late to spanish class (again) so he's forced to sit for the staff ones instead. his mom will kill him if he misses any more, and his teammates will only tease him more. With the amount of promotional content and youtube videos he has to film soon, he literally doesn’t have the time to skip another class. 
The only open seat is by you in the far corner, so he slides in as discreetly as he can. Which turns out isn’t all that discrete when all eyes are on him from the moment he steps into the room but it’s whatever. He'll live. 
He pulls out his ipad and takes notes like the good student he is and pretends not to notice your gaze on him. He sits like such a teenage boy, legs spread and arms dangling over the table. 
You haven’t been with Madrid all that long, you came along as an intern, eager to find your footing. Having one of the players all up next to you during class was not something you saw coming, you’ve met maybe one or two of them, after you got lost and ended up in the training facilities and they so graciously led the way out of the maze. 
You’ve honestly been so busy with just getting settled you completely forgot the players existed. And here Jude is.
You stick your head back to your notes and hunker down for the hour left of spanish.  You don't miss his stray gazes that land on you. 
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Jude is a quiet guy you learn. He chews his bottom lip and blinks a little harshly at times. He's a pretty standard run of the mill guy and you try to treat him as such. He leaves you be, letting you have your space and pays attention to whatever the professor is saying in favor of talking to anyone. 
When class is over you gather your things, slipping out from behind him and head to the elevator. Why the class is on the top floor you have yet to figure out. You like this elevator anyway, it's down the hall from the main big one that everyone crowds into, usually empty. Even though it lacks the big windows that overlook the pitches.
You see Jude jog to the elevator, you slide your hand out ,holding the doors open for him and he smiles at you in thanks, you smile back. It's silent save the hum of the elevator moving down.
Until it screeches to a halt, jolting the both of you so fast you land on the floor, legs tangled, things strewn all over the floor. Jude looks away while he picks himself up, helping track down your pens that roll across the floor. When you smooth your clothes down and find your footing, another jolt rocks the small metal box you're in. 
Jude instinctively reaches out to steady himself, his hand landing on the railing beside you. You lurch forward and almost land right on him again. But you manage to keep your composure, and footing. Thank god. 
"What in the world?" Jude asks, brows furrowing. 
"I... I'm not sure," you reply, your heart still racing from the amusement park ride you never signed up for. Does Madrid not keep their elevators up to date on what is going on. 
You both glance around the elevator, trying to assess the situation, and half waiting for another lurch. It's eerily quiet, and you notice the emergency button panel is dimly lit.
"Should we... press the emergency button?" you suggest tentatively, eyeing the panel.
"Probably our best bet" Jude agrees, reaching out to press the button. After a moment, a crackly voice comes through the intercom, 
"Hello? Is someone in need of assistance?" a nasally voice comes to life. She sounds like your aunt kinda.
"Yeah, the elevator stopped suddenly, and we're not sure what's going on," Jude explains.
“Ah okay, which elevator? There should be a number and letter over the doors.”
“2C.” you real aloud.
"Perfect thank you. We’ll have people get to you as soon as we can. Please remain calm and stay where you are," the voice responds before the intercom falls silent again.
You exchange a look with Jude, both of you silently hoping that help arrives soon. The minutes tick by slowly, and the silence in the elevator becomes almost suffocating.
"So... Do you have any plans for after this?" Jude asks, breaking the silence. Even if its a little awkward.
You shake your head, grateful for the distraction. "Not really. Just some studying, I guess. What about you?"
Jude shrugs. "Probably just head back to my place if they don't need me. Training was pretty intense this morning."
You nod, "Sounds hectic."
"Yeah, it can be," Jude admits, scratching the back of his neck. "But it comes with the territory, I guess.
You fall into a silence again, playing with the hem of your shirt. Jude tucks his ipad under his arm and sighs deeply. Now that you take a good look at him, it looks like he booked it right from training. Slides and socks on, madrid shirt and shorts. Interesting. 
You move to push the button again after what feels like ages, but this time the voice doesn't answer. 
“What the..” you mumble. You reach for your phone but as luck would have it there is no connection. 
Jude slides to the floor, sitting criss-cross applesauce and trying his luck on his phone. 
“No signal either huh.” he grumbles.
“Nope, we really just have to wait on them then.” 
“I hope they hurry it up, no offense.”
You shrug, ”none taken.” sliding to take a seat on the floor opposite to him. 
Little do you know you're about to spend the next 4 hours in this elevator together. 
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It turns out there is only so much small talk you can make in an hour with a total stranger. Trust, you know. 
After telling your life story, and him his, you’ve both run out of things to say. So you sit, drumming against the metal walls, taking turns pressing the help button and being greeted with the sweet sound of silence each time.
“What the actual hell are they doing.” Jude groans.
“Ignoring us.” 
You just might lose your mind. Your legs are starting to go numb, and you watch Jude  grow more agitated as time presses on. Thankfully there's been no more lurches downward, a win is a win. You get up periodically to stretch your legs out, checking your phone, reorganizing your bag, playing rock paper scissors, telling each other stories.
Jude is a silly guy, very competitive even after your 10th round of tic tac toe. 
“I win again.” He cackles. 
You wave him off, “Yeah yeah it’s just luck.” 
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he smiles. 
He goes back to the red button, and once again there’s no answer. You’re half way to losing your mind. How do they just forget about you here? You try texting people, and nothing goes through. Jude walks around the little space, arm raised and pointing his phone up in hopes of catching a signal. 
“Oh wait I think- never mind. Not even one bar will hold in here.” He slumps back down against the wall. 
“I actually can’t believe they’re not answering.” You groan, head in your hands. 
“Me neither. “
You resort to looking through your phone for any games to pass the time. But you need a signal for just about all of them. Might as well clear out your photos right? Jude joins, scooting next to you.
“Don't mind if I watch?”
You shake you head, “nah, just getting rid of old pictures.”
He nods.
Now you just have to be triple careful of not accidentally swiping through any embarrassing pictures. You don't thankfully, instead your room back home pops up, after you redecorated it. Zidane jersey hanging off your wall.
Jude perks up at this, “Zidane fan?” 
“Very big one.”
He smiles, “me too.”
“I've heard. What's he like?”
“Zidane? Hm, he's well, elegant. Classy. He's a calm guy.”
You nod, tucking your phone back inside your pocket, turning to face him, “have you seen him play in a charity match with ronaldo?”
He laughs ,”yeah the one with that insane title, fat old ronaldo does hat trick.”
You giggle, “that's the one.”
He hums, leaning his head back on the wall and you fall into silence again. 
More time passes and you don’t think you have it in you to reorganize your bag for another time. 
“I have an idea.” you declare as you move into the second hour.
Jude raises a brow.
“Might as well do our Spanish homework right?”
“I might die.” he dead pans.
You roll your eyes, “its better than doing nothing.”
“Nu uh, no way. I choose nothing.”
“Suit yourself,” you shrug.
10 minutes later Jude sits down next to, pulling his ipad out and getting to work. You smile, “see, I told you.”
“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, “can you help me on number 4?”
You do, leaning against him and walking him through the conjugation of each word, your fingers brush against the iPad screen and you hope he doesn't notice how you blush. 
Hours in an elevator with Jude bellingham what is this a bad fanfic plot?
You end up finish the pages of homework side by side and Jude smiles
“That wasn't half bad actually, thanks for the help.”
“No problem. We make a pretty good team huh?” you tease.
He snorts, “I guess so.”
It turns out Jude is really bad at staying in once place, he does anything but keep still, throwing his slides at the buttons periodically, and one even hits the help button, this time the voice answers. 
“Hello?” it's a completely different voice his time, male. 
“Thank god hello.” Jude scrambles to get up properly, and you follow suit, leaning closer to the little speaker. 
“I'm sorry?”
“We've been in this elevator for what, 2 hours now and no ones been answering the call button? Fucking ridiculous.”
“I apologize for the inconvenience, we've been short staffed and I clocked in a few minutes ago.”
“For fucks sake, thats great and all but can you get us out?”
There's a pause, and for a second you think they're going to hang up and there will be no hope. You will die in this elevator. 
Luckily for you the voice comes to life again, “would you like us to call the fire department?”
“What do you think?” Jude dead pans.
“We will keep you updated, but for now it's looking like a wait time of 45 minutes to an hour. “
Both of you groan, dramatically falling to the floor.
“You'd think Madrid would have better staffing,” he rubs his eyes.
“You think.” you agree. 
“Im so gonna complain about this.” he squints his eyes at the buttons, almost like he's threatening them.
“Hey it could be worse, you could have missed a game.”
“Very true.”
He chews his lip before turning to you, a glint in his eyes, “Wanna play hot hands?” he tries.
“Sure why not.”
You shuffle so you're facing him once again, You're up first, palms up while Jude hovers his hands palm down over yours, and wow are his hands huge, completely covering your own. The name of the game is to manage to slap his hands faster than he can move them away. 
And so it begins. 
Unsurprisingly, Jude has keen reflexes, and you only shake your head at him. 
“I'm at an unfair disadvantage, whereas VAR.”
He giggles, “VAR or no var, you're losing,” he shrugs.
It's just enough of a distraction to get you your first win.
“Lets gooo.” you celebrate. 
“VAR immediately, time wasting, yellow card, red card, extra time.”
You smile, “you're just mad I won.”
“Yeah you won unfairly. “He sulks.
“Yeah yeah, your turn.”
He sighs dramatically, but puts his palms up regardless. 
You're too focused on his hands, skittering at any movement, so much so you end up jumping and throwing your hands out so fast you slap him. Uh oh.
“Oh my god i'm so sorry, are you okay.” you reach out and cradle his face, a little red but nothing too bad thank god. You almost took out Madrid's star boy, you're just an intern, you do NOT have the money to fund any legal cases. 
You don't even notice he's laughing, giggles bursting from his lips while you watch on. His eyes are big, oh my god, he's got those big brown beautiful eyes. People weren't kidding. He's even more handsome in person. You want to kiss him. Oh yeah you're holding his face, you drop your hands away and roll your eyes, trying to play off the blush that's spanning your face. 
“I'm fine, don't worry. You got a mean arm, ever think of being a goalie?” he teases. 
“I'm going to be Barcas goalie. How about that.” you shoot back, though there's no real bite to your words. 
He only laughs harder, “hot hands really makes you competitive huh.”
“It wasn't my fault okay, you moved too fast.” 
He only shakes his head, “I think you're the sore loser.”
“No but seriously, are you good?” 
He waves you off, “nah i'm good seriously, you're fine.”
You sigh in relief. 
He snorts, “no more hot hands for you.”
You squint at him, “I'm going to sleep.”
You make a pillow out of your bag and try to nap. Might as well at this point. Jude seems to share a similar idea as he lays down opposite to you, tucking his arms under him and screwing his eyes shut.
It turns out sleeping on the floor on an elevator is extremely uncomfortable, and you get about 5 minutes of shut eye before Jude somehow has his legs rolled into yours.
“ ‘M Sorry,” he mumbles. But you don't say anything, wiggling your feet back under his and trying to get some shut eye. 
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At the turning of the third hour you get woken up by the crackle of the magic voice in the wall, “the wait is up about an hour to an hour and a half.”
“What's taking so long,” you huff, eyes still blurry from your sleep.
“We apologize for the delay but there's a back up in call logs and-”
“Yeah we get it you're understaffed whatever. Just please hurry up.” Jude bites back, nearing closer and closer to you. 
The voice fizzles away and the sleep has worn off you, enough so to realize he's almost spooning you. You sit up, but Jude remains as he is, breathing soundly as he uses his hands to cover the harsh elevator lights that beat down on him. You're surprised the lights haven't- 
You spoke too soon. Way way too soon. The lights go out within an instant and you almost scream, jolting against Jude.
This stirs him awake again, and he's oh so confused at the lack of lights. The secondary elevators are great, but there are no windows. Just solid metal on all ends. Leaving the two of you in complete darkness. 
“Jude?’ 
You hear shuffling, “Yeah, I'm right here don't worry. “
“This is kinda freaky now.” you trail off.
“Hey, we'll be fine. Look on the bright side, it's easier to sleep.”
You snort, “Yeah guess so,” But the ease doesn't wear off of you. 
“Here,” you feel Jude’s hands reach for yours. Feeling for them in the darkness till they're laced together. “Now it's not so bad right?”
You can feel your face heat up,“Not bad at all.”
“How sick would hot hands in the dark be? Just think-”
“Absolutely not.” you sigh.
He giggles again, teasing you is surprisingly very very fun for him. This is the most fun he's had all day. Every time you turn away while you blush only fuels him to tease you more. Out of all the people to be stuck in here with, he thinks he got pretty lucky with it being you. 
But as sweet as you are, the situation only seems to get worse. He uses his free hand to feel for the button again, and the voice comes back.
“The lights just went off. I hope they're on their way.“ Jude speaks.
“The wait is about an hour.” the speaker says.
“My fucking god.” he sighs. 
“Were supposed to wait in the dark, for an hour?” you can't believe it.
The voice mumbles another apology and Jude only tells them to go away if they’re going to be completely and utterly useless. And alone you two go. 
—-
You start singing by the fourth hour. You're completely tangled in Jude’s legs, unable to even see what's in front of you in the pitch black darkness, but you can feel him. And it keeps you grounded, keeps away the panic. He pats your back while he sings stupid songs, trying to cheer you up and mind off of the situation as much as he can. The teasing doesn't stop, and you're starting to like it. (You liked it from the beginning).
If someone told you you'd be cuddling Jude Bellingham on the floor of an elevator in the darkness after class, you're pretty sure you'd call the nearest psych ward. But here you are. You think you’re sitting sideways on his lap, while he sits back to the wall, your arms tangled. You've started to trace shapes on his arms.
Who knew an elevator would be the perfect place to bond.
“You smell nice.” Jude mumbles into the crook of your neck.
You hum,” thank you.”
“You know, this is pretty nice. You're a good cuddler.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. my rooms a better spot though.”
You try not to freeze up too much, but you're sure he can feel you go rigid next to him.
“I bet it is,” you mumble into his shoulder 
He laughs, easy and light, “You’re pretty cute too.”
“You cant even see me it's literally pitch black in here.”
“So?” 
“You're silly Jude.”
“So i've been told”
You get comfy again, sliding a hand to his back and scratching lightly. 
He melts within an instant, “that actually feels really nice…” he trails off, leaning against your shoulder. 
“You’re like an overgrown puppy, “ you laugh. 
He only snorts, leaning forward to allow you better access to his back.
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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the voice comes to life, and Jude is not in the mood. 
“What is it?” 
“The wait is now 10 to 15 minutes, please step back from the doors and do not be alarmed when the fire department needs to possibly force the doors open.”
“Finally.” You sigh, squishing your face into his neck. 
“Finally.” He confirms. 
After a few minutes. You hear the sound of footsteps outside the elevator and voices chattering. 
“Alright guys, sit tight, should be a few minutes and you’ll be outta here.” A voice says on the other end. 
“Alright.” Jude replies, gently getting up and separating from you. 
“We’re gonna need you guys to step back.”
You do as much, trying to feel for your bag to kick it away from the door. 
Jude rests a hand on your hip and you smile, even if you can't see it you bet he's doing the same. 
The doors are manually pried open, and you're greeted by the sweet sweet faces of firemen and security. 
"Are you two okay?" the fireman asks, helping you both out of the elevator.
"Yeah, we're fine. Just glad to be out of there," you say with a sigh of relief.
As you step out into the hallway, you and Jude exchange grateful smiles. Unsurprisingly people crowd to him and make sure he's all good. He waves them off instead pointing them in your direction. You insist you're all good, no injuries. After thanking everyone you slip away and begin walking down the hall. After all, you don't expect him to actually mean anything there. You just got stuck together for a while, and got comfortable. That's all.
You think this is the 4th floor? Down the stairs you go. 
The man is full of surprises. He catches up to you, shouting your name and closing the door to the stairs behind him.
“Had enough of me?” 
“Eh four hours seems like enough.” you shrug. 
He rolls his eyes, “so you don't give me your number then if i ask?”
“Only if you ask nicely. And I don't even have a Spanish number yet, I'll have to get yours.” 
(you want his number sooo bad you might explode, this can't be real.)
“Would you like to get my number then?” he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly shy, ‘only if you want you know you don't have to just because the whole elevator thing i mean-”
You cut him off with a kiss to the check, “I'd love to get your number Jude. And thanks for being so nice in there.” 
He looks to the ground, playing with his hands, “yeah anytime.” 
You hand him your phone and he takes a contact picture right there, with the most obnoxious contact name to match. 
‘the best elevator buddy Jude <3’
You smile, “I'll text you when I can, yeah?”
He hums, waving you off, slipping the door open with his foot and setting off in the opposite direction. What a day huh?
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rapunzelbro · 2 months
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A Sacrifice For a Friend Angel Dust x Reader 2
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This is super angst sorry not sorry part 3 will be up later in the week or two I decided to switch to story format
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“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N!” Angel Dust was late. By the time he got to where you were that sick fucks fog pulled you down to who the hell knows where and Angel’s chains appeared before they shattered “Goodbye Angel Cakes, seems like a bitch did actually love you after all..” Valentino just had a smirk, the contract signed with his name, Anthony, suddenly appearing, getting set ablaze as the ashes hit the ground “Enjoy freedom bitch” Valentino disappeared. Angel was just stuck in silence as the tears began to pool up is his eyes “No I no..” he struggled to get his words out, his breathing labored as he slowly begun backing away from the spot you were preciously, staring at the space like he could still see you “this wasn’t- this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen you’re so reckless damn it! You know that right? You just.. you..” his voice was mumbling as it turning into sobs “Why did you leave me Y/n?”
He drank a lot that night, he almost lost all his progress with quitting his drug addiction, he didn’t know what to do. The guilt just consumed him entirely that he just was left questioning why. His room was torn apart out of the frustration he was left in. The rest of the hotel found out about the news later on, they never saw any of the signs of Y/n changing and becoming distant. Part of Husk felt responsible that he didn’t force Y/n to stay at the hotel that night, he knew something was wrong, he knew what stupid shit you’d be willing to do for Angel Dust.
His stubbornness on not getting involved caused all this bullshit to follow through, he didn’t have the heart to tell Angel Dust or any of the hotel. Charlie was the first to go into your room after you were finally gone, the photos on your decorated door remain, ones with you and Angel Dust together, ones you took with the entire hotel. She decided for Angels sake it would be better if she took them down. Entering your room hit her like a rock. It was so empty, like someone was moving out or just moving in, It was nothing like how you had it before. The once pink and glamorous room that resembled a lot of Angels room, was bleak dull and boring. That alone broke Charlie’s heart to see the progress even if it was a little, go away. She remembers when you first arrived how you said you weren’t going to be here long so why the fuck should you decorate? You said you were going to jump here and there, but that’s before you met Angel Dust. You two spent the last two weeks decorating your room to perfection, you were always next to each other and there for each other, she remembers when you first made your decision to stay and try to be redeemed. She had such a proud smile and had a cake in celebration, that was captured in the photograph that once was on your door. But now you were just gone. She could only worry about Angel Dust and how she had to be strong for his sake.
Angel didn’t leave his room for days and that’s when Husk went to investigate, he wanted to give him time but if he didn’t come out soon he wasn’t sure what would happen. He didn’t knock, he just opened the door to see multiple bottles of liquor on the ground, he’d lie if he said he wasn’t relieved there wasn’t any drugs in that mix, he didn’t want to see him go that far down. Angel was just on his bed with Fat Nuggets cuddles up to him, as he just laid there silent. “Angel” Husk started before Angel visibly tensed up “The fuck do you want? Haven’t you heard of knocking” he didn’t bother to look at him, he didn’t want to look at anyone. “You’ve been up here for two days, what the fuck I want, is to make sure you’re okay” Husk replied annoyed crossing his arms looking at his silhouette. Angel didn’t respond to him for a while but Husk remained in place waiting for whenever he is ready “Why… why did Y/n do it Husk? Please tell me.. why would they do this..” Angel weakly said, trying to not break out sobbing again “Angel I wish I had the answer to that, but you knew how crazy Y/n could be, they said it once before at the bar, they would risk their life for those they loved. Y/n did just that..” Husk tried to explain before Angel jerked up glaring at the man “I never asked them to! Do you remember me ever fucking saying that shit!” He yelled, startling Fat Nuggets who jumped off the bed and retreated elsewhere “No but they knew you wanted out. Y/n was the one who took care of you and knew the most. Y/n’s room still has their stuff in it.. I didn’t know if you wanted in there but if you wanted to go through her remainings you can.. there’s food downstairs if you decide to head down there” Husk left after that and Angel just sat up wiping his tears standing up and going into the mirror. God he looked like shit, he would be caught dead if anyone saw him like this under his contract with Valentino, but now he doesn’t have to worry about it. He doesn’t have to worry about coming home bloody and bruised. It still didn’t make any sense to him why you did what you did. He left the room after trying to fix his appearance, he didn’t care as much right now as he went to your room. His heart ached more the closer he got to your room, he didn’t see the photos there anymore, the ones with the hotel all together and the ones with him and you. When he opened the door he instantly started sobbing when he saw your stuff in boxes and the once lively room looking absolutely lifeless. He tried to look through the boxes but it only caused him to break down more. He didn’t know if his heart would ever recover..
Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel
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fablepaint · 5 months
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I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask anything here, but I wanted to know something. How is it like being a director of an animation? What’s your ideology when it comes to directing?
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caffeinecaffeinecaffeine
body exhausted, enforces its own breaks
hard to go out, ever
STRESSSSS
MAAATHHH
wheredidmybraingo?
*smashed body part* thatll heal up finnnne. i dont have time for doctor!
ohgoddontfuckitup dontbeTHATguy ohfuckohshit
i love my partner i cant believe he puts up with this
hug every pet. theyre my emotional sponges.
manic creative spurts followed by sheepish anxiety.
PaPERWORK
hurry up and wait, times a thousand.
hope you like data sheets!
delegateDAMMIT
And thats when it's running smoothly!
otherwise my approach is to try and reflect the best examples of leadership and guidance IRL ive experienced. Mostly, from quality college professors Ive known. Tom Sito in particular exemplified a lot of what i strive to be. He was also formerly guild president and i think teaching your crew to view themselves as a collective that supports each other is vital to ensuring not just that they work together well, but also should anyone try to take advantage of them, they'll curbstomp them. I want them to be capable even in my absence, beyond the project, and able to run their own projects competently in the future.
i should be the one who guides and educates people into giving what's needed for the shot. Pain and blood are unwanted elements in that recipe. Theyre distractions and energysappers, red flags of a problem not a badge of honor.
Ideally, i barely have to do more than gently steer the work. And if ive communicated what im looking for effectively, theyre all plenty good at doing the work without me hovering over them.
if the work needs more guidance than that, then i roll up my sleeves and dive in as well. And figure out what the problem was, log it, and let that educate everyone else too (good documentation is essential).
i try to exhaust every option i have before blaming the person working on it for all the issues. Sometimes that is the problem, but even then i need to approach it neutrally and ask what human solution is required then. Do they need a break? was this not the right shot for them? is their way of processing the communication different than i expected? is there a translation problem?
in which case give people space to figure out some of that without judgement. Sometimes that means leaving for a bit, or permanently. But dont chase them. Just let them have their own life.
The only things i cant abide by are lack of communication that results in putting stress on the rest of the team. Consistent lying about availability and ball dropping despite constant outreach means someone has to pick up the slack without enough time or energy stocked up to take on the extra work. Anything that ends up exacerbating stress makes me upset.
But even then, it's still my job to spot the signs of this and make necessary adjustments before it becomes a problem. Including identifying where I made a miscalculation in hiring.
The buck always ALWAYS stops with me. I have the power to adjust the system to make it better, which means i gotta have a good grasp on that system.
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Astrology Observations : Planets & Things 💙
Moon/Pluto individuals need space to heal their dark emotions otherwise they will combust and it will show on their bodies in a not so good way. They can start too look sick because their astral bodies are holding on to dead weight.
Aries Sun should always have something to fulfill them as this gives them purpose and strengthens their passionate energy. These DIY individuals can master anything they put their minds too.
Planets in the 9th house show that you will mostly move out of the state or country . Leaving your hometown will be beneficial for you. Most celebrities with these planets had to leave their hometown to find success (Rihanna for ex.)
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Lilith dominate women can receive a lot of secret admirers, like they'll pretend to hate them in public but we'll be in there dms like..... ;) Can make women turn 'bi' with this placement, curious Georges wanting to try something new because they just have this energy about them. This is especially true if your sun or venus is connected to lilith.
Mercury/Pluto individuals have an incredible mind. There words can make listeners change their perspective on any topic they express to the public. They can get the world talking about what ever it is they put in their art, or want to get off their chest. The intellectual that can get you to think.
Venus/ASC have a dark side that no one ever seems to notice. They can turn it off at any moment and even if they do show their dark side most people dont care or even notice it because their aura hypnotizes them. Radiate a powerful aura that can shield them from other peoples energy especially envious energy. Their beautiful energy is their protection & can be used as a weapon as well.
Neptune/ASC have powers in shapeshifting due to knowing how to connect with the frequencies around them. Its important for them to always cleanse themselves spiritually or they will take in the wrong energies from time to time.
Anyone with Neptune Dominating their chart should learn to use their mind to control their reality. They have gifts where they can quantum jump, script their reality into fruition, control their minds to get the outcome that they want (eliminating certain thought patterns, creating a world in their head and using it as art, law of attraction/universal laws are something they naturally when they start tapping into their inner knowledge etc.).
Virgos need to allow themselves to have a bit of chaos because this gives them a chance to reveal a side of themselves they dont usually see. Always being organized , living in routine, and perfectionism can keep them lost in the sauce if they don't let things crash and burn like it needs too. This helps them create from the ground up so something new can take place, and then they can create a new routine from there. Something that will benefit them much more than living the same way time and time again. Great listeners, and can talk about anything if you give them a chance. If they're comfortable with you, they'll let you into their world of thoughts but let me tell you... Its like one big wild card in there which is why they try to organize, create routines, and make everything perfect in their day to day life because their mind is going bonkers.
Cancer Venus needs lots of attention. Can and will hold on to your secrets for dear life. Can face rejection during childhood which is why their a little nurturing to other people because they know whats its like to be pushed to the side. Motherly energy makes them more likable, they can be great bakers with this placement. Hypnotizing auras. Can get their way when they allow their seductive qualities to show.
Scorpio Venus are powerhouses, simple. Seductive auras that magnetize their desires to them with no issue. They aren't ashamed to express their sexualities, in fact they admire when you worship them and their enchanting physiques. These individuals know how to use their eyes, and can possess you with them. Turning you into their worshippers with just one look. Can make you obsessed with them by just looking at them. They may have desires that could be pretty taboo.
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ageingfangirl2 · 6 months
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We Belong Together Sanji (OPLA)
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Sanji takes an interest in you after finding out your dream. Sanji x Female Reader.
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Every month for the past year you'd come to The Baratie to deliver fresh fish since your home was only an island away and you'd taken over from your older brother who was looking after his family. Fishing ran in your blood, you could spend hours on a dock watching the waves. Zeff the owner had been looking for a new fish supplier and your family came highly recommended.
It was hard at first to be taken seriously as the youngest child and only daughter, but you could stand your ground and not take crap from anyone who tried to barter a lower price.
Your boat docks and you stare at the odd restaurant in the middle of the sea, knowing full well what waited for you on the inside. A particular blonde in a suit who'd taken an interest in trying to charm you for the past year. At first,' you thought he was trying to flirt his way to a lower price and shut him down, but after a couple more months you realised he was just a flirter.
You didn't really have time to date guys due to your family business, but you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't like the attention Sanji gave you even if he did it to every girl who walked through the door.
'Okay boys, unload and take the stock around back!' you call out tp your small crew, as you head off the ship to settle up with Zeff.
At this time of day the place was quiet, minus the staff getting ready for dinner service. Zeff comes out of the kitchen grinning, 'did you bring us the big ones y/n?'
You nod, 'only the best for you Zeff.'
He laughs before heading back into the kitchen and you follow him. As soon as you step foot in the kitchen, the main hub of activity you spot Sanji at a station and wave at him. You walk into Zeff's office where he already had your payment waiting, and some paperwork for you to sign.
'I don't know what that boy is up to y/n, but he's been preparing for your arrival,' Zeff speaks up.
You smile and put the berries and paperwork in your satchel, 'thanks for the heads up. Same time next month.'
Zeff waves you off and you head into the kitchen, seeing your guys unloading crates of fish. Sanji appears in front of you naming you jump a little.
'So, I asked around and everyone thinks I'm a great catch and would be perfect for you y/n,' he says proudly, and his accent was more than enough to sway you.
You hum, 'who exactly did you ask?'
Sanji blinked a couple of times before running his fingers through his hair, it was safe to say you made him a little nervous not falling for his charms, 'err like everyone. You and I are meant to be together y/n, I just know it.'
Sanji showing vulnerability surprised you, this was a new side you kind of liked and admired. You motion towards the main door indicating the two of you should head outside if you wanted some privacy.
Once outside you tilt your head towards the blonde, 'tell me why then.'
Sanji bites his lip, 'because I found out we share the same dream.'
'The All Blue,' you whisper.
Sanji nods and closes the space between you, taking your hands in his, 'One day I'll leave this place and I want you by my side y/n.'
'It's not that easy Sanji, what about my family business? You ask and squeeze his hands.
'You've said to yourself your brother and his family can take over. I'm a cook but I need someone to fish for me,' Sanji replies, adding a little humour at the end.
You smirk and meet his eyes, stand on your tiptoes and peck his cheek, 'took you a year but I'm down. When you decide to leave come and pick me up.'
A blush appears on Sanji's cheeks after your brief kiss, 'I guess I'll be seeing you then y/n.'
You nod, 'No sweeping any other ladies off their feet until then, you promise? I'll be back in a month with the next delivery.'
He bends down and kisses your forehead, 'I'm a man of my word y/n.'
Little did you know he'd come calling before the next delivery, and the two of you set sail to The Grand Line to find The All Blue together.
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mythunderstorm · 6 months
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We‘ll be okay | DR3
Daniel Ricciardo x reader
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summary: It’s normal to argue. You know that. But that doesn’t mean it hurts any less, even tho you know you and Daniel will work it out in the end.
warnings: bit angsty, actually not sure what else to say. Soft ending tho
a/n: i‘m so sorry for not posting a lot atm. I have so many drafts but I can’t seem to finish them. Whenever I try to write it’s like my brain shuts off completely. Not even sure if this is any good but it’s the only thing I was able to complete, so enjoy ig haha
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Arguments. They‘re normal, every couple has to face them at one point. Some argue more, some less. But it’s normal. They happen, you talk it out, you make up. Normal.
You and Daniel argue. Normal. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. Normal. What wasn’t normal, is that you had to leave the apartment. It wasn’t normal for him to yell at you like this, both of you throwing words at each other you didn’t actually mean. Not normal.
You had to get out, leave for a bit. Before anyone of you says something you can’t take back at the end.
You wander around, aimlessly. It‘s raining, hard. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you, but you didn’t care. The water droplets on your skin felt kind of refreshing.
Your phone beeped, your boyfriend worries about you being alone, out in this weather at night. He sent multiple messages, telling you to come home.
The feeling of relieve fills your chest, glad that he’s still caring about you, even after the fight. But you ignore his messages, at least for now, needing some space to clear your head a bit. He was really mean tonight, something that basically never happened, not like this. You understand that he’s frustrated, not being able to race this season, but that’s not your fault.
Just because you said that you’re glad to spend some more time with him now, happy to have him to yourself for a while, doesn’t mean you don’t support his dreams and career. You’re proud of him, always have been, always will. But being away from him so much is hard and you really really missed him over the last year.
After a while you stop at a little café that was open late. Exactly what you needed right now. You sat by the window, ordering a cup of tea while watching the rain pour.
Your phone beeps once again.
„I'm really worried about you, the weather forecast said that there will be thunder too, you should really come back home.“
Your thoughts and emotions whirle around your head as you stare out the window.
With a sign, you type back a quick message to let him know you’re safe and not outside in this horrible weather. You may be mad at him but you’re not so cruel to let him suffer and worry about your well-being for the rest of the night.
But a part of you still doesn’t want go back home.
You look around the café, noticing that it is completely empty except for you and the barista. It is quiet, calm, peaceful. No one would be yelling at you here. No one would be blaming you for everything.
At first you just needed a break, now... now you needed an escape.
You look out of the window again, watching the raindrops sliding down the glass. It’s like they’re racing against each other. Even something small like rain on a window reminds you of him. It keeps your mind occupied for a while, watching the water glide around the surface but you’re still thinking about him. You’re always thinking about him.
It’s like the weather mirrors your exact feelings at the moment, like it’s trying to tell you that you’re not alone.
You put your phone aside, not responding to the rest of Daniel‘s texts. His mind was always full with thoughts about racing, training and other things related to his profession. And you understand, he loves his job. And you don’t blame him for that.
But you have feelings too, you have feelings that you want him to acknowledge sometimes. You need him to realize that. To recognize how upset you are and how hurt you feel.
Your thoughts spiraled down deeper and deeper as you watch the rain outside. The water droplets, they look like tears.
You sign again, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. You know you and Daniel will work it out, like you always do. You love him and you know he loves you. Arguments happen and you understand he’s frustrated, even though it’s not okay for him to put the blame on you. You both need some space, time to calm down before you can face each other to actually talk about it. But you‘ll be okay. Everything will be okay in the end.
The rain starts hitting the window harder than before, making it difficult to see the world outside.
Taking a sip of your tea, you look at the clock. It’s already 1 in the morning. You feel a bit guilty. It's late, really late.
You pick up your phone, hesitating as you look at Daniel's last message. He was panicking about the storm and kept telling you that he was worried. You know him, he's usually not the hysterical kind.
„I‘m inside a Café, don’t worry. I‘ll wait a bit until the storm calms before I come home.“
You think for a moment, not sure if you should send the next text. You want to but.. fuck it.
„I love you.“ you type and hit send quickly, before you can change your mind. But you mean it, because you do. You love him.
A notification appears instantly on your phone. It's a message from Daniel. It reads „I love you too."
Your heart skips a beat. Of course, your love still means the world to him.
You close your eyes and picture his face. When Daniel smiles at you, his eyes sparkle in a way that no one else's eyes could. He's so good at showing his emotions through his eyes…
Ding. Another message.
„Please come home honey, I can't take it another second."
You smile softly at the nickname. You look out of the window again, the storm seems to get only worse. You want to go home, right now. But you know it wouldn’t be the best idea, not in this weather. But you don’t care. You pay your tea, tipping the barista generously, before making an exit to finally get home. To the person you love most.
As soon as you enter your apartment you see Daniel standing there, waiting for you. You lock eyes for a moment, neither of you saying anything... It's quiet. The only sound you hear, is from the rain outside.
Daniel is smiling at you, and he starts walking towards you. He softly puts his arms around your drenched body, pulling you close and kissing your forehead gently. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your face is turning red.
„Sorry“ you whisper into his chest, hiding your face in his sweater. You’re tearing up again, breathing in his scent.
"I should be the one to say sorry." You hear Daniel's voice whispering into your hair as he holds you tight. "I was cruel, I should never speak to you like that. Never." His words are soothing to your ears.
Even though you were fighting badly only hours prior, you felt safe. It has been a long time since you felt this safe. Since you felt this protected.
Just then Daniel takes a step back to look at you, as if he was admiring your face. Then he leans in to kiss you, needing to feel that you’re real. That you’re here, that you came home. The kiss only last a few seconds but it’s soft, gentle and full of love.
Yes. You‘ll be okay.
Daniel's lips on your face feel like heaven and you close your eyes, not wanting to let the situation end just yet... but before you could do anything, his hands reach for your face, gently moving you away. For a second, you were scared to look at him but he's just fixing your wet hair.
"Let's get you warm," he smiles as he guides you into the kitchen, the warm light from the lit oven illuminating your face. You enjoy the warmth for a moment while Daniel was already boiling water for some tea.
„I- I‘ll go change into some dry clothes real quick“ you whisper into the quiet kitchen, watching him move around the room to prepare the tea.
Your boyfriend nods and smiles at you, putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go ahead, let me make you some tea" he smiles as he pushes your hair away from your face again.
The kettle whistles, it's boiling. Daniel picks it up and pours the hot water into two cups, putting lemon in both of them. The scent of lemon fills the room, mixed with Daniel's cologne.
You disappear into your shared bedroom, quickly getting rid of your wet clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Grabbing one of Daniels Hoodies, you pull it over your head and instantly hold the collar up to your nose, taking in his scent. Wiping your tear stained face with the sleeves, you take a deep breath before returning back to the kitchen where Daniel‘s waiting for you.
He is leaning against the kitchen counter, watching you slowly while the tea waits for you on the table. Two hot cups of tea, steaming up the kitchen.
Looking at his face, you find him smiling at you when he notices you’re wearing his hoodie. He wraps his free arm around you, pulling you close.
He kisses your head softly and whispers in your ear. "Drink it, it will warm you up."
Daniel's arms encircle you, squeezing you like he never wants to let you go.
You didn’t want to ruin the mood but you had to ask. You and Daniel were always good at communicating in the past and you didn’t want to stop now by pushing this argument away, you had to talk about it for the problem to be completely solved.
„We still need to talk. Not now, but.. we need to talk.“ You whisper, leaning closer into Daniels arms, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
„You're right, we will talk." His voice is soft. „Not now though. For now, let's enjoy this tea. And... let's just be together." Daniel said as he kisses you again on the cheek and your still damp hair brushes against his face.
He was right. You need some rest. It's late, after all. And what happened shouldn't be discussed when you're both tired. Let alone now, when you're so peaceful.
„We‘ll be okay“ you whisper, a short promise. To him and yourself, that your love is stronger than an argument like that. You‘ll work it out. And it‘ll be okay. Like always.
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oncomingnight · 7 months
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Salvatore ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.! "My diehard, My weakness."
-Yandere! Male Model x Reader 。゚❃ུ۪
Hello everyone, I apologize for my absence but I'm finally able to write and put something out for all of you! I hope you enjoy and never hesitate in reaching out to me, I'm here to listen.
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Yassine was signed with the most highly renowned modeling agency that was in the industry. His appearance was completely entrancing, capable of stunning any person that had the privilege of seeing him in person. Everything that had contributed to his 'mysterious' demeanor was absolutely divine and could fill any person with envy. His brown bushy brows, beauty marks scattered over his body & face, dark brown circles as his irises, soft tufts of darkly colored hair, light pink plump lips, arms & hands filled with veins and a height startling to the human eye.
Despite his capability of looking like the most unapproachable man alive, he's incredibly tender-hearted and altruistic. The feeling of his muscular arms being wrapped around your waist in a comforting manner is the best form of reassurance you could ever receive. Yassine quite obviously adores you and he could never go an hour without going on about how devoted he is to you.
Traveling is something he enjoys an incredible amount, especially with you, and only you. He'll show you his favorite areas and'll make sure you're having the best time you could ever have with him. The amount of money he spends on you will act as a concern to you but Yassine doesn't mind, the two of you have different mindsets. Why should he categorize the amount of money he spends on you as a negative? It isn't something malicious when it's in favor of you.
Yassine is incredibly protective of you and he isn't afraid to act on that aspect of him. Someone could be poking fun at you in a non-hurtful manner but he'll still be quick to tell them to cut it out .
"Aye, watch it." "Wanna say that one more time?"
He's been in his fair share of fights and they've all been over you. If he's in an argument with someone else and they bring you up, they're leaving the function with several broken bones. Yassine couldn't care less if he's in a public space, if someone wants to try him and bring up his biggest weakness, he's going to stoop low. He's immensely stubborn and will defend his actions when you question him on how quick he is to fight. "He deserved it and you know it, شہزادی", he says as you clean up the bloody cut above his tatted knuckles.
Whenever he's being interviewed for magazines or podcasts, he'll always mention you or find a way to do so. The delicate manner in which he speaks about you is so endearing, making anyone interviewing him stare in admiration.
When Yassine has to travel for a casting, you're always going with him. He finds great pride in being able to properly take care of you and show you the depths of his love. He will be the first one there when you're in need of any type of assistance, all you need his him and all he needs is you.
He is all about intimacy and showing you just how vulnerable he's willing to be when it comes to you. When the two of you are having an intimate conversation, he's all about eye contact. "Hey, look at me, baby. I'll do anything for you to realize just how much you mean to me. I worship you, you know that?"
His hands are always on you no matter the time of day. It doesn't matter if you're wearing an outfit that covers your entire body, leaving everything to the imagination, his hands are going to be squeezing and rubbing you because he's not the best at containing himself. His ringed fingers being placed onto your thigh, rubbing them back and forth as he murmurs something along the lines of, "So goddamn beautiful" ,and, "you know how much I love this dress."
Wherever the two of you go, you're always seated on his lap. In his defense, it's comfortable and do you really think they clean these publicly used chairs?
Yassine loves taking you out on little trips that include doing things you deeply enjoy. He'll take you on a road trip that's filled with country roads and farm fields, laughing when you point to an area and call out, "look, there's horses!" He enjoys taking you shopping and purchasing items that you've spoken about wanting. Do you want clothing made with fine fabric? You got it. Do you want perfectly curated cosmetics? You got it. Do you simply want cute little trinkets that'll go on your bookshelf? You got it.
Lingerie? Oh, he's buying that anyway.
There's nothing he loves more than going on a little getaway trip and seeing the beauties of a certain country with you. He cherishes being able to cuddle up all close to you in your shared Airbnb , nuzzling his head into your neck, kissing your jugular and whining when you try to get up for any reason.
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seravphs · 10 months
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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — KNIGHT! GOJO x PRINCESS! FEM READER 
There are some forces greater than kings. Princesses do not happen to be one of them. What you desire will be your downfall. 
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tags — royal au, mutual pining, forbidden love, childhood friends, retainer/royal dynamic, court intrigue, ballroom scene, protective Gojo, once again breaking etiquette for each other, complicated relationship (with your father), title from Upstream by Mary Oliver
part 2 of the hand which holds the knife 
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There’s a language you spoke as a child that you can’t seem to access anymore. 
The only other person who remembers what it was is on the other side of this hall. 
A hand on the pommel of his sword to ask are you okay? A flower tucked behind your ear to represent get me out of here. A shared look that meant I’m bored out of my mind right now. 
That’s all you can remember. Like fairies and sorcerers, it’s a relic that’s faded into the distant memories of your childhood. All the magic has drained out of your life, and you’re left with this-
Gojo, looking regal and beautiful in his new armor, standing on one side of this massive hall built for receiving audiences. 
You, as stiff and proper as a princess should be, standing on the other. 
Even when you know you won’t be seen, the training you received as a child never quite leaves the set of your shoulders. You’re hiding from the court in a secret space above the hall. It’s less of a room and more of a balcony, disguised by masterful craftsmanship and perfectly placed decorations. 
A long time ago, one of the sons of the Kamo clan had been a renowned architect. He had designed the windows in the Great Hall to reflect in such a way that even anyone who did know where to look would be confused by a trick of the light. In order to preserve the secret of this concealed viewing area, the king then promptly had him killed for his efforts. 
Now only the royal family knows of it. 
Somehow Gojo’s eyes still seem to pierce into yours, although you know that it’s impossible. Even knowing that he’s most likely just staring into space due to boredom, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching you.
After all, you’ve never been able to hide from him. Every single game of hide and seek that you played when you were children was only won because he let you. Even now, it feels like he’s watching you, camouflage or not. 
If you still remembered your secret language, you might’ve been able to check. Scratch your cheek once for yes or rub at your ear for no. Truthfully, you hadn’t expected Gojo to respond to your mental summons, but there’s still an ache in your heart when he doesn’t react. It’s a fact of life for even that which you held most dear to erode with time, but it’s still difficult to forget the memory of how fantastical the world had been as a child. 
Even now, there’s a painful longing in you for those days. When you still had cherubic cheeks and Gojo had missing teeth, the two of you had been inseparable. No matter where you went throughout the palace, you did so holding hands. The son of the Hand of the King and the daughter of the King, innocent playmates. Your father had loved it until it stopped being cute and started being improper. 
Now, like everything else the two of you had shared, the language that had once been just for the two of you is lost to time. 
From your vantage point on the balcony, you see a guard mount the throne’s dais to whisper into your father’s ear. A minute wrinkle forms between his brows. Seeing this, you gather your skirts to prepare for the long hike down the stairs. It’s the only way to get down from this balcony. 
Things change. It’s time you accepted that. 
You’re a little late to your father’s summons due to your delay in the secret balcony, but he’s nothing if not forgiving, at least to you. The first signs of thunderclouds gathering over his face break the instant you climb up the steps to the throne, dipping your head to kiss him on either cheek. 
“Father.” 
It’s a word that conveys so much in so little. He’s at once the king that you pay absolute respect to and the father that indulges you in almost everything. He receives your greeting warmly, not even chiding you for being late. 
In a place of honor by his side, Gojo’s eyes dart to you. There’s an easy smile on his lips. “Princess,” he murmurs under his breath. 
The king gives him a cross look. It’s an unspoken rule for the kingsguard to be seen and not heard, but as Gojo had learned through his childhood, there were few rules that applied to him, and fewer still that he couldn’t bend in some way. You don’t acknowledge him, but for him, just seeing you was enough. He melts back into being a statue once more, a beautiful if threatening decoration. 
Below the podium, people shush themselves the minute they notice that your father has an announcement to make. 
They know it must be important if he’s gathered all of them. Even a few commoners have been let into the throne room, albeit separated from the nobles with guards and other barriers. The news will inevitably spread like wildfire. 
The princess is getting married. 
Things change. You’re trying to accept that. 
Your father isn’t so cruel as to throw you to the wolves immediately. The announcement is more for the sake of preparation. This is the beginning of your introduction to potential suitors. Historically, not every princess goes through such a formal affair. Your own parents, for example, had always known they were going to marry each other. A match between the richest house and the prince when the children were so close in age was easy. 
You’re not so lucky. Since you were young, Gojo has spoiled you with too much attention for you to care about anyone else. Now you have no other convenient childhood friends to turn to. 
Your father will want it to be a massive celebration. His only daughter, the blood of his blood, deserves music and dancing. Already, you can hear the faint sounds of the most talented opera singer in the kingdom warming up in the ballroom adjacent to the Great Hall. Some of those closest to the doors have already begun streaming towards the jubilant sounds. 
That’s a relief. 
It takes a little pressure off of you as you begin to make your way back down the steps. Logically, you understand why the throne is raised on a dais. In the moment, however, your heart is pounding as you begin your descent. The entire nation has been watching you since you were just a child, but a proclamation of marriage has raised the stakes. 
You only exist for other people to envy. They scheme and fight for the rights that you’ve been endowed with since birth. You might at least make it worth their while. Piece by piece, you collect the fragments of what a princess who’s deserving of the jewels dripping from her neck and hair might look like. Hands that don’t tremble. A sweet smile. Perfect posture. You weave these disjointed wisps into the correct facade and slip it over yourself. 
Royalty is all about showmanship. Like the balcony, hidden by a clever trick of light, everything is a feint of hand. You’re not any different from anyone standing below you in the crowd. You were just lucky enough to be born to the right parents at the right time. 
You’re so focused on your appearance you barely register the sound of metal clinking. Before you, an armored hand stretches out. 
It’s Gojo. He’s left the king’s side to come stand beside you. When you peek at him out of the corner of your eye, you see that his face is solemn, which it rarely is. Is the crowd whispering already, or is that just you? 
It’s honorable, if you think about it. A member of the kingsguard, coming to escort the king’s daughter down the steps? It’s the very height of chivalry. But you know Gojo, and it’s anything but. His face is stoic, but his gaze is searing. How does he manage to get under your skin when such dense layers of fabric and armor separate the two of you? 
Placing your hand on his gauntlet feels strangely intimate, even with thousands watching you. He doesn’t make a sound as you lean your weight against him. You suppose it’s nothing to him. No burden is too heavy for the mighty Gojo Satoru. 
Your hand laid delicately atop his silver arm, he guides you back to the ground. It’s much easier when he’s by your side. Gojo is already part of the image of the princess that the people want. He looks good by your side, you know. A silver knight to match your charming court lady. 
The milling bodies make a path for you even as they move towards the ballroom. No one dares to get too close, but they all want to watch you, even though you know they’ve been watching for years. It’s a bit sorrowful for you to know that in the end, everything you’ve presented for them is a lie. You’re not half as special as you pretend to be, and what is genuinely royal about you has been trained. In any other life, your positions could be reversed. 
But a princess has her duties. You make no sign of this as you press forward, only looking back once to see that Gojo hasn’t returned to the king. Another one of his kingsguard brothers, much older than he is, has replaced him. It’s nice to see that your father still cares for Gojo in his way.
It’s good that he won’t be bound to his duty all the time. You had hoped he would be able to enjoy the ball. Gojo does like his revelries.  
As for you, you only like them in good company. 
It’s such a pity then that Zenin Naoya is the first person who dares to approach you. 
He’s as sly as a fox as he asks for a dance you can’t refuse. House Zenin and your father aren’t on good terms, but that’s all the more reason Naoya circles you. Now there’s an easy way to mollify a crowd - a marriage alliance. You know he’s been pressing, as has Lord Zenin. 
You’re not so easy to convince. Naoya has unsettling rumors surrounding him, and you’re loath to experience them for yourself. 
Still, one dance in the public eye can’t hurt. 
Like any son of a high born house, he’s a good dancer. His hand is solid against your upper back, the other leading you as you spin around the room. 
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he tells you. 
“Forwardness is unbecoming in a man,” you say with a smile, as if he’s telling you the sweetest nothings. “What would my father say?” 
“Don’t play coy, princess. We both know how this ends.” 
Your father wouldn’t marry you to a man like Naoya if it brought world peace, regardless of how badly his family wanted a tie to the throne. There’s too many whispers about how he treats his servant girls and even cousins. Your father loves you. He wouldn’t put you through a marriage where your title could only protect you for so long. 
“Please excuse me,” you say as soon as the song ends. “I find myself rather dizzy.” 
Naoya tries to stop you, but another noble steps forward as he grabs your wrist. You don’t recognize him, but the motif of flowers on his clothes suggest he’s of House Geto. 
“You shouldn’t harass women like that, Naoya,” he chides. “A man has to treat a lady with respect.” 
Naoya’s eyes flash, but your mysterious savior is sweeping you away already. His hands hover above your dress, never actually touching, as he guides you in the opposite direction. 
“Thank you, Sir…?” You let him fill in the silence for you. 
“Getou,” he says. “I’m Gojo’s sworn brother.” 
This is the man you’ve heard so much about, his partner in the guard. Their names are often brought up in conjunction. He’s as pretty as you expected of the man nicknamed the Flower Knight. 
“Where are you taking me?” You ask, satisfied now that you know he’s friends with Gojo. 
“This is a rescue mission,” he says half-jokingly. “Isn’t anywhere but Naoya is fine? Now look impressed with me, please - I can’t have any potential wives thinking the princess finds me a poor dancer.” 
It’s not difficult. Getou is, after all, a trained court noble, and the sons of House Getou are usually adept at the arts. You wonder what happened to make him choose knighthood instead when he says, “Heads up, my lady. Someone’s watching you.” 
To your right, Gojo is swaying with a beautiful woman in his arms. It only takes you a second to place her, so infamous is her notoriety. Yuki of House Tsukumo, also known as the Lady Knight, is second only to Gojo in her blatant disrespect for everything the elders held dear. 
They make a striking couple. Everywhere they go, heads turn to watch them pass. Her gold to his silver, her lion to his dragon - it would be a powerful match. They would be perfect for each other, if only because no one would be able to challenge the other like they could. 
Their bodies are sensual. Excellent dancers each, together they become an instrument for the music to shine through. They’re magnetic, drawing every eye in the room to watch them. 
All but one. 
Everyone else may be entranced by the pair of them, but Gojo’s eyes are on you. Scandalously, one hand slips just so, landing on Yuki’s lower back rather than an appropriate place just between her shoulder bones. For some reason, heat gathers in the same place on your body, as if you’re the one he’s touching instead. 
It must be because he’s looking at you with such fervor. Your cheeks heat with his attention. His eyes are half-lidded, as liquid as a cat. Every move is sinuous as if he’s on the prowl. There’s something impossibly obscene about his gaze. It creeps slowly along your body as he and Yuki move in a complicated series of steps. 
“We can’t let them steal all the attention,” Getou says with amusement. He really is Gojo’s brother-in-arms. “Let’s give them a show.” 
It’s impressive that he can keep up with you. Dancing is an art you’ve been tutored in by the very finest in the craft. But Getou matches you move for move, beat by beat. Your steps weave seamlessly together, creating an intricate pattern. 
Unlike Gojo, he’s a naturally friendly man. It’s easy to talk to him, whispering between each beat. He knows all the most recent court gossip, and on more than one occasion, inspires an embarrassingly loud laugh from you. You’re surprised to find how much you enjoy his company. 
“I think it’s time to change partners,” calls a familiar voice.
As Getou takes the hands of Lady Yuki, her eyes still closed as she sways, someone replaces him. Gojo’s hand slides from where Getou’s were on your upper back down to your hip. He’ll be your last dance of the night. 
“Should I be worried about being replaced?” He murmurs against your hair. 
Your father will be throwing an apoplectic fit if he sees, but when has Gojo ever cared about other people’s opinions? 
“By whom?” You ask, all innocence. 
“You’re such a handful, my lady,” he says as he lifts your hand for a spin. You hesitate. This is a move that’s much enjoyed in the Southern Kingdoms, but here, your dances are much more restricted. Like in all matters, propriety is most important. 
But as always, Gojo’s freeing nature makes you more daring. You let him twirl you just once before he pulls you back to his side. 
“I thought you liked that about me?” You bat your eyelashes at him in an intentionally over the top gesture. 
He suppresses a groan that makes you giggle. “Don’t weaponize that against me, princess. You know I’ll fall for it.” 
You’re the only person allowed to do this to him, and the knowledge of that fact pulls the corners of your mouth into a soft smile. 
There are things that he only lets you get away with, and things you only let him get away with. 
He’s the only person allowed to pull you closer. His hands bracket your waist, curled tightly against the dip in the fabric. Unlike Getou, his touch is firm. You’re nearly chest to chest, the intricate patterns of beads on your bodice reflecting against his breastplate. 
He’s so familiar with your body it’s like touching his own. 
Ruination. 
He has ruined you utterly for any other touch. No matter which household you marry into, Zenin or Getou or Nanami, you’ll always be Gojo’s.
It doesn’t matter how chaste or depraved each touch is. Your body responds to him like it responds to no other. Everywhere he touches you throbs on impact, as gentle as he is with you. He’ll always be tender for you. 
For the next leg of the dance, you separate. Your point of contact is slowly stripped to just your palms against each other, your bodies angled outwards. Like sharks, you circle each other - beasts on the hunt. 
You’re touching but not holding each other. His palm is flat against yours, the touch barely there. You watch him. Light plays over his face like he’s been blessed. The candles burning against the encroaching night make him glow. Under his lashes, he’s watching you back, coy and seductive. 
Slowly, each finger curls until you’re no longer just skin to skin, but he’s actually holding you. It’s devastating. Somehow, in this crowded ballroom, he’s managed to empty your brain of anyone else. All you can think about is him, his beautiful hands, the lean strength of his body.
At once, you feel horribly exposed. Anyone looking at you two would be able to tell how you feel about each other. 
“What is the meaning of this?” 
Cold. Deadly. Hinting at violence. You’ve never heard your father speak this way. 
You pull back as if Gojo’s touch is suddenly toxic. His fingers cling to yours for a moment longer, and then he lets you go. He bows to the king, not nearly as low as he should. For once, you wish he’d just manage to know when to hide his true personality. 
“Gojo Satoru,” your father’s voice is dripping with poison. “Care to explain why you, a member of the kingsguard, is dishonoring my daughter in such a way?” 
Beside him, Captain Yaga stands stiffly. Only the smallest of frowns on his face gives away how he feels.  
“He wasn’t!” You step between them. You can hear Gojo’s sharp inhale of breath behind you. He’s used to being the one who protects you, not the other way around. “We were just dancing.” 
“You’re a child,” your father brushes you aside easily. “You don’t know these things. After everything I’ve done for you, you dare trample on my kindness, Gojo?” 
He doesn’t say a word in his own defense. 
“My king,” you try desperately. “Please, he wasn’t- he would never-” 
Your father turns to Yaga. “Escort my daughter to her rooms.” 
He’s treating you like a child on the day he’s announced that he’ll marry you off to another house. Your blood boils, but you’re no match for Yaga as he strongarms you away. Your father steps closer to Gojo, looking up to meet his eyes. He watches him back with an uncomfortable stillness. In the light, his eyes look almost reptilian. 
“Looking at my daughter with those lascivious eyes,” your father hisses. He strikes Gojo across the face. The people in the ballroom, whom you had entirely forgotten about, gasp. Still, Gojo says nothing. “I should have you stripped of your armor and whipped in the square.” 
“Father!” You struggle violently against Yaga’s hold as he carries you away. You only have one advantage. He may be strong, but he’s unable to hurt you. You, on the other hand, are willing to do whatever it takes to get free of him. When you push your fingers into his eyes, he drops you with a yell of surprise, giving you the opportunity to run back to the nightmare scene unfolding in front of you. 
You cling to your father, both to ask for mercy and out of fear he’ll strike Gojo again. 
“Please,” you whisper. “You can’t do this. He’s the heir to your Hand and one of the most powerful houses we’re allied with. We need him” 
Your father looks down on you. He raises one hand to stroke your hair, but it almost hurts with how heavy the touch is. His fury is present in the room like another body. 
“He dishonored me by dishonoring my daughter.” 
“Father,” you’re weeping. It’s shameful. Everyone is watching you fall apart, something you’ve tried to avoid your entire life. “Please. I’ll do anything.” 
Your father turns to the rest of the ballroom. “Get out, all of you! Leave now!” 
The kingsguard makes short work of them, hurrying everyone out the doors. It’s quick because no one wants to stay and face the wrath of the king. When your father realizes Gojo’s still here, he turns to him. “You too. Leave. And be grateful.” 
Gojo’s eyes dart to you. In that moment, you feel an overwhelming affection for him, unwilling to leave you behind. “I’ll be alright,” you say, touching his arm. “Go.” 
He frowns, but you insist, all but pushing him out the doors yourself. 
“Scream if you need me,” he hisses in your ear as you finally get him outside. 
When the massive oak doors creak close, it’s just you, your father, and Yaga. 
“Thank you, Father,” you say. 
“Don’t thank me yet. You promised me anything.” 
You did, and it’s a price you’d pay over and over again to spare Gojo. 
“You’ll take on a knight. I’ll find someone suitable for you. And Gojo will still have to be punished.” 
Still? After everything you just sacrificed to keep him safe? 
“How could you do this to me?” You whisper. You don’t recognize the man in front of you. 
“You are a princess,” your father says, cold in a way he’s never been towards you before. “Act like it.” 
You stare at him, stunned. There’s a beat where you think he’ll apologize. He’ll take it back. He has to. It’s always just been you and your father. You have no one else. When that moment passes, you storm out of the throne room. 
It’s not just a slight. Your father has stolen from you. Gojo is yours. He has no right to him, neither as a kingsguard nor as someone to punish. You had been willing to forgive him the first crime, but the second is too cruel for you to bear. It’s spiteful, even, in a way you’ve never known him to be. 
Somehow, while you weren’t watching, the world has changed. It’s as if you’ve been asleep for a long time and woken up somewhere slightly different, and you can’t get used to the little ways everything is wrong. 
“You’ll understand when you’re older,” your father calls after you. “That Gojo boy is dangerous.” 
Danger. 
You know it well. 
All your life, you feel as if you’ve been trying to avoid a ledge. You keep yourself quiet and contained, stilted growth to remain a perfect member of the nobility. Now, in this moment, you feel yourself stepping off of that edge. Whatever lies below is unknown. 
In your kingdom, there’s a common saying that love is strength. 
There are many different sources for the aphorism, but the most recent is that of Sir Toji and Lady Fushiguro. Their love story has been dramatized into legend and plays, commercialized for an audience that devours the story of a common soldier’s rise to prominence out of love for a noble lady. 
People choose to conveniently ignore the fact that they end in tragedy. Lady Fushiguro died a few years ago, and Sir Toji has never been seen since. You only know of what he looks like from a retelling your father took you to watch two years ago. Despite belonging to your court for years, he’s all but faded from memory. Toji is a man of myth rather than a real person. 
That’s love, you think. His grief after the passing of his wife drew him into a seclusion so intense no one could remember his face, just that he was tall with a scar and black hair. 
Love so powerful it could twist remembrance and distort the face of such a well-known individual - you like that. That’s love with real power, not the play kind that’s been half baked in roses and sugar dust to convince you to buy something. True love is paid for in blood, not cash. 
You don’t agree with the proverb, not just because it’s not what you take away from Toji’s story, but because of your own experiences. Love makes you weak. 
Still, you don’t hate it. It’s saved your life more times than you can count, after all. 
Under Gojo’s armor, scars litter his body, one for every hurt he’s taken for you. 
Some say that he’s the reincarnated companion to the first king, the greatest of all knights. Others say that he’s a demigod, born with half of a god’s power. Whatever you think, it’s undeniable that his strength is something of legend. In what other scenario would he come to harm but by defending the princess, so much weaker than himself? 
There’s a healed slash across his ribs from the time you were six and assassins crept into the royal gardens. Gojo had been barely older and armed with only a dull training sword, but he still managed to cut down eight men twice his size to protect you. 
When you were twelve, a horse tried to buck you during a parade, spooked by a mouse underfoot. Gojo, ahead by yards, ran to catch you. He was rewarded with the sickening crunch of his wrist turning sideways as he braced your fall with his own body. 
There’s a jagged lightning strike on his lower back, a cut that never healed right. The ridged edges of scar tissue pucker, tugging the skin taut. It’s just another wound he’s received from you. He’ll use anything to shield you - not just his body alone, but his reputation. The first time someone challenged your honor in a trial by combat, spouting lies, Gojo put the rumors down with ruthless efficiency. 
There’s no chink in his armor that’s as effective as you. Endangering the princess will always be the easiest way to get to Gojo, because he’ll throw himself in harm’s way to keep you safe. But if you’re revealing your cards, Gojo’s your weakness, too. 
It’s a delicate position you hold as princess. Although you’re technically untouchable, you’re well aware of the way everyone around you is watching, waiting to take advantage of the smallest misstep. The higher you stand, the further you have to fall. Gojo only had to defend your honor because of the rumors surrounding the two of you. The fact that he was your champion only entrenched them further - it’s just that no one dares to speak of it openly now. 
It’s a shame to your father and your royal house that you are likely the first princess with such a terrible reputation in years. Even you see the validity of the situation, though you can’t agree with your father’s methods of addressing it. Who wouldn’t question your bond? 
Most princesses are chaste, delicate little things. As fresh as the royal roses and twice as unblemished. They keep men at an appropriate distance and smile meekly behind their fans, eyes downturned and as gentle as a lamb. 
You’ve never enforced a boundary with Gojo. At this point, he’s a part of you rather than a separate being on his own, a strange two-headed creature with the same heart. He’s your ever present shadow, your most stalwart defender. The way he’s constantly circling you, never more than an arm’s length away, has given rise to whispers that a princess’s reputation would normally quash. 
These things work in funny ways. Up to a certain point, it can be easily brushed away by the strength of your standing in court. No one would dare to besmirch your honor publicly. But you’ve long since crossed the point of no return, most likely before you even turned twelve. The closeness between you and Gojo eschews court protocol to the point that even your status can’t protect you. You’re no delicate rose, but a tainted bud. 
Although it hurts you to know that your father suffers from your lack of discretion, you refuse to push Gojo away. Your protests are kept to a bare minimum, just enough so that all the rumors remain just that, rumors. Everyone knows, but no one can prove it. Gojo obeys, albeit unwillingly. Your word is his law, after all. 
But although you own him body and soul, Gojo belongs to your father now.
In one way, it’s your father’s attempt at defending you. Kingsguards can have no romantic affairs. Any love Gojo bore you would be seen as courtly, the extended dedication of a knight to his king. It would be duty, not romance, that would make him honor-bound to protect you. It’s an easy explanation for all these years of blind devotion. 
All of the kingsguard loves you, but in the way a follower worships. It’s not dependent on who you are, but rather what you represent. You could command them to kill anyone you pleased, or offer up their own lives. It’s not something you like thinking about, especially in conjunction to Gojo. 
You’re not the god, anyway. In any scenario, they’d be forced to choose your father over you if it came down to it. As long as kings exist, princesses can be replaced. It’s much harder for you to produce a new king. 
Your father loves you. 
It’s just not an easy kind of love. 
Despite taking Gojo, he offers you a replacement that you don’t want, but will be forced to take anyway. Sir Toji comes out of retirement for only the most noble and sacred of duties - protecting the one and only child of the king. 
At the moment, anyway. Your father is still hoping for a male heir. 
You didn’t think Toji was still alive, if you’re being honest. Although people constantly wondered what he was up to after the events of the play, you simply assumed he died of a broken heart. That was the easiest explanation for why he hadn’t been seen in years, but when your father calls you to him, there’s a man standing by the side of his throne. 
Tall. Dark hair. A scar over his lip. 
If the shoe fits, you suppose. 
The smile he gives you is threatening, but you try not to be prejudiced from the very start of your relationship. It’s just the scar, you tell yourself. Nothing more. 
“It’s an honor, your highness,” Toji says, and bends low to kiss your hand. His lips are dry and chapped, a stark contrast to Gojo. 
It’s hopeless from the beginning. You’ll always compare him to what you lost. 
Your father does, too. That’s precisely what went into choosing your dedicated knight. He wanted Toji because as a widower, an older man, and even because of his natural personality, he’s seen as an unlikely candidate to be your lover, especially if the main contender for the position is Gojo, classically pretty and elegant. 
No one will question your relationship with him, unlike your relationship with Gojo, who every girl and even quite a few boys in the entire kingdom desire. 
It’s the perfect move. 
It makes you miserable. 
Getting used to Toji’s presence is difficult. When you turn, you always expect Gojo, with his dancing eyes and sharp tongue, ready to make fun of the latest courtier who dared approach you. 
Everything is strange, even his position. More often than not, Gojo walked beside you. You only had to turn your head to whisper something into his ear. 
Toji remains a few steps behind, menacing people who approach you from the shadows. It discomfits you to turn, expecting shared laughter, and greet only air. 
He notices, of course. 
“I’m right here, princess,” he says the fifth time you do it. 
“Of course,” you smile at him, a little pained that he caught you. “I’m sorry, I keep forgetting.” 
“Do you miss that boy that badly?”
You stiffen. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” 
“Whatever makes you happy, my lady,” Toji says with an easy shrug that clearly conveys he doesn’t care too much if he’s not being paid for it. 
That’s not to say he isn’t good at his job. He’s fantastic at it, actually. You’d heard rumors that he was the only man in the realm who could possibly stand against Gojo, though you never believed it. Gojo had been untouchable for your entire life. There had never been anyone who could even close to him. 
Toji is a total shift in your paradigm. For the first time, you begin to wonder if Gojo is truly unbeatable. You’ve never seen anyone as fast as either of them, or as strong. Toji has the potential to upset Gojo’s status as the best knight in the kingdom. But he hasn’t. 
He seems to have no interest in court machinations. You have no idea what your father even offered him to come out of retirement for you. Toji’s no help, either. You’re afraid to ask him your questions. 
You don’t trust him. Mainly because he seems like an agent for your father, but also because you’re afraid of him despite yourself. He’s a monster, and you’re not sure what your father was thinking when he assigned him to you. 
The peace between you two is unsteady. It’s a mutual agreement based on a common understanding that no one benefits from making your lives harder for each other, but all the same, there’s no trust between the two of you. He’s not the choice you would’ve made. 
In any life, it would’ve always been Gojo. 
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pinievsev · 4 months
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FEAR
(as always requests are open and masterlist is pinned)
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Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader
Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.
Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!
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Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.
Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.
There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.
So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.
But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.
But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.
..
"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.
He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.
"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.
He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.
..
Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.
He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.
You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.
Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."
You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."
He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.
You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."
Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.
"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.
And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.
"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.
He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."
..
About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.
Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.
Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.
But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.
Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"
You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.
You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.
She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.
You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.
You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.
Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.
"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.
"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.
You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.
Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.
"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.
"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.
"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."
You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.
You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.
"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.
"It is." You said, and hugged the man.
This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.
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neteyamswifee · 1 year
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𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔; 𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮 𝘹𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
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Romantic Story about you and Neteyam Stargazing.
Warnings: Smut, toe curling- feet kicking stuff , bad grammar and no proof read, i guess thats it.
It‘s my first story and english is not my first language SO pls be gentle:,)
I was mad. Angry and disappointed with my brother's behavior and the consequences that followed. Ao'nung had known very well from thousands of conversations with our father what he thought of unauthorized excursions outside the reef.
But then also take someone who doesn't know their way around and then leave them there. Alone? My brother was lucky that Loak had taken the blame.
But since dad knows his children, there was a lecture behind closed doors anyway.So now it was my turn to apologize to the Sullys. Or at least with Neteyam, who got sucked into it all. I really felt sorry for him now. Every time his brother messed things up, he had to pay for it.I knew that all too well. I was starting to feel like the babysitter, the one who was sent to make things right without anyone noticing.
Actually I should have drowned Ao’nung after this drama he caused.
Instead, I was on my way to the Sullys' hut, basket in hand and a smile on my face. So I should apologize on behalf of my family.
As if this were my job...
But instead of the whole Sully family, all I saw was Neteyam staring at the floor.He was sitting on his bed, his hands propped behind him, and he was looking down at his stretched out legs.
"Hey.." I started waiting for his reaction. Neteyam looked up in surprise and smiled sadly.
"Hey nice to see you what are you doing here?"He sat up and stretched while I set the basket down in the corner.Neteyam has always been good-looking. Jake showed me and Tsireya some childhood photos of him and Loak because he knew how embarrassed Loak was in front of Tsireya.He was slim but muscular even as a child and an absolute charmer.
 No one has ever thrown compliments like that at me just to take me for a walk on the beach. But Neteyam was gentle and respectful. He was never pushy and always gave me enough space. I didn't really know what exactly that was with us. It felt like friendship, but in some moments more intimate than a friendship should be.What I kind of liked was his jealousy when I was talking to other Metkayina. Neteyam used to do this weird thing with his eyes as he looked me up and down and then smiled away the flirty comments the guys made. It gave him a kind of confidence that reassured me what a good leader he would be.
Right now he's looking more downcast as he tries to somehow smile at my father's gift of exotic fruit that I'm pointing to."It comes from my father, I think everyone here knew it was my brother's fault. I apologize for his behavior."Neteyam's eyebrows rose. "Thanks to your Father Blut that wouldn't have been necessary, they're just children, what can you do?" I sighed. He was again far too good-natured. Another reason why the clan would be mighty proud of him.
"I'm sorry for you too." I whispered and wrapped my arms around my body. "I mean you really have to take a lot with your brother, the expectations of the family and now your escape. You seem so composed. I'm overwhelmed with my brother." I laughed. I could hardly imagine his train of thought in the last few weeks.
"Yeah." He murmurs, sitting back on the bed with a sigh and patting next to him as a sign for me to sit down, which I'm doing."You know even if I don't show it, sometimes I could really cry when I think about all of this. I mean I'm proud of my family, but all of this is unfair."I put a hand on his leg to let him know I understand. "I am very sure that you can do all this. My family would tear for a son like you, I think."
Neteyam shakes his head and fixes my hand on his leg, then my eyes. "If I had a daughter like you, I wouldn't worry about the son anymore. You do a lot more than necessary."I shrug my shoulders, rolling my eyes. "As a first born daughter I don't think I can do enough to be placed on the same level as your brain burned brother."
Neteyam sits on the floor and pulls me down with him. All he does is hold my hand while he looks at me like I offended him.He squeezes my hand, which is so much smaller than his."Stop making yourself worse than you are." He pauses, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of my face and running his finger down my chin."i see u y/n. With full respect."I spit out almost implausibly until I realize how serious he means it. "I see u too Neteyam." I whisper.
The next few weeks were just weird in a cute way. Of course, Neteyam always showed me respect, but never like on our last night. There was that intimacy I was talking about again. And since then I, as well as Neteyam, have been more open about our feelings. Instead of a little smile when we crossed paths, he literally stared after me, put his arm around me in public, the compliments were no longer thrown at me, no, I was literally showered.
And now they were all sitting around the campfire. My people and his family celebrated our coming together while I and Neteyam had long since made off."Where are you going?" I ask quietly as we stumble across the sand together. He holds my hand and invites me into the water. I just follow him silently and wait for an answer.
As we stand chest-deep in the water, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me towards him, and I immediately wrap my legs around him. This is the first time we've been this close. And it's the first time Neteyam has renounced all of his resolutions. I look deep into his eyes, almost seeing his pure soul and the Na'vi I've lusted after for so long. All my heart was screaming for was this moment here."You trust me don't you?" He raised his eyebrows.
"always."
I answer quietly and have the feeling that I have swallowed my voice.Neteyam swims out a few meters to a rocky seat just before the end of the reef. I reluctantly let him get out of the water before he pulls me onto the cold stone slab. In front of us the open sea and the sound of the waves."I just hope that the lunar cycle doesn't put a spanner in the works"
I bow my head in confusion, but a short time later I understand what he means. A shower of stars tears open the sky. Individual long white threads shoot past the heavens like rain. With my mouth open, I admire the game in the sky.
"Neteyam-"I get up to get a closer look. "that is beautiful. "That was it. Most likely the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"That's it."
I hear Neteyam saying, who looks at me enthusiastically as I look down at him. Only then do I realize that he means me. He takes my hand and I sit down with him on the pleasantly lukewarm ground, warmed by the hot springs nearby."I was actually going to do this a few weeks ago, but missed the moment to ask you." he says dejectedly, as if he hadn't just given me the most beautiful present in the world.I take his hand and put the other hand on his neck. "It's perfect." I breathe in amazement.
The moment Neteyam licks his lips and kisses me just feels blurry.His lips are soft, gentle. Even as he kisses me so urgently, I can feel the caution in his kiss. While his one hand rests on my thigh and squeezes it lightly, his other hand travels from my face down to my waist. As gently as he kisses me, as gently as he turns us around until he lies between my legs. At that moment I feel everything and nothing at the same time, simply because it seems so surreal. His hand still on my waist as he kisses wantingly down my neck. It's warm, as are the kisses as it travels down my chest. He looks up, I'm breathing heavily and just want him to continue. But he elicits my silent approval in the form of a nod before touching points that make me moan.Neteyam is slow, just to torment me he kisses every part of my thighs before tampering with my wet sensitivity.I giggle because he keeps me waiting so long but enjoy it.
As soon as he touched my soft spot, I only hear a soft moan from him, which drives me crazy. I've never seen Neteyam so excited but the way he's looking at me like a goddess makes me weak. He keeps going, never missing an opportunity to touch me anywhere, until he stops. I exhale violently.His face appeared over mine. It's his eyes I look into, his tongue pressing against his cheek as he enters me. Fucked me almost unconscious."fuck you are so incredibly beautiful." he gasps. His eyes wander over my whole body, my face, my breasts on which he distributes kisses. On his thing that breaks me down.
I claw his back and accept the tugging sensation in my stomach that washes over me just before I come and Neteyam pulls himself out of me. The white liquid lands on my stomach.It feels like minutes he's still crouched over me looking me in the eyes just before he collapses next to me. Still breathing heavily, I turn to face him. He kisses my forehead."Im glad ." he grins and caresses my cheek. "how come?" I ask laughing.Neteyam shrugs. "Well. There's no place I'd rather have done it than with you here. A month ago I didn't even have the guts to kiss you, you know? I think it was right because i really,like, really like you." He kisses my forehead dreamily and I smile.I snuggle up to his neck, breathe in the scent of sea air and watch the stars in the sky, which are our only witness.
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adragonprinceswhore · 2 months
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The Way I Feel Under Your Command (Sneak Peek)
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Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Warnings: Don’t let the pretty aesthetic and sparkly colours fool you. This is an angsty tale. 18+, angst, eventual smut, classism, elitism, sexism, alcohol consumption
A/N: This is loosely based on a film! Can you guess which one?
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Aegon's rough hands shove Aemond into the packed room, following closely behind to block his younger brother’s impending escape. Rarely in his life had he witnessed such an over-crowded space, sweat flying from intertwined bodies, the heat of the room causing the air to almost taste salty. 
Aemond wrinkles his nose at the scenery in front of him, shoulders stiffening as he feels embarrassed about how utterly out-of-place he is. Afraid that his uncomfortable state will soon become prevalent on his features, he shifts to the side, moving away from his older brother in an attempt to slink off as quickly as he’d been forced inside. 
Before he has a chance to retreat, he feels Aegon’s arm tighten around his shoulder in an aggressive, false sign of brotherly affection. 
“Don’t you fucking dare”, he leans in to scold his younger brother, steering them both towards the wonky fold-up table filled with colourful bottles of alcohol. 
The music’s loud enough to drown out all other noise, and Aemond has to duck his head to speak directly into his brother’s ear, “You should have brought Daeron”
“He’s not the one who needs to relax”, Aegon replies matter-of-factly, grabbing two clear plastic cups from the table and filling them with what looks like vodka and some type of red soda. He shoves one cup into Aemond’s chest before downing half of his own’s content in one gulp. 
Aegon watches how his brother eyes the cup suspiciously, gaze trained on the fingerprints sporadically decorating the clear plastic, evidently reluctant to bring the stained cup to his lips. 
“Oh come on, princess!”, Aegon shouts, catching Aemond off-guard as he grabs his hand to forcefully move the cup towards his lips, “It won’t kill you!”
Aemond slaps his brother’s hand away before reluctantly taking a sip. The drink is sickly sweet, nothing but sugar and food colouring, but with a sharp, bitter aftertaste of cheap alcohol. Quite the contrast to the aged Dornish Red they’d had for dinner. 
The neutral expression he’d schooled his face into falters as the revolting taste of the concoction prompts him to involuntarily grimace. Aegon’s obnoxious cackle follows as he beams at his younger brother's misery, “So I take it you don’t party at uni then?”
“Not like this”, Aemond admits, once again letting his eyes wander across the room. The space reminds him of the utility room at the Sept he visited as a child, old and worn down without anyone ever bothering to fix the dilapidated space. 
Some effort had been done to zhuzh up the place; hanging thin, blinking strings against the walls in lieu of using the cool-toned fluorescent lamps, and placing a mirror ball by the oversized speakers shoved into the corner. Still, the obscuring lightning couldn’t hide how foul Aemond found his surroundings. 
For their entire lives, his older brother must’ve downplayed his ability to read his younger sibling’s mood, because as soon as Aemond attempts to place the nauseating drink back on the table and leave, he feels Aegon’s alcohol-infused breath warm his ear, 
“It’s your last summer before graduating uni and officially taking up residence in Grandfather’s arse”
Despite his clear intoxication and the playful jab, Aegon sounds uncharacteristically serious as he adds, “Have some fucking fun”
The filthy floor sticks to the soles of Aemond’s shoes, forcing him to aggressively pull up his feet with each step. He doesn’t recognise any of the music playing, and the people surrounding the Targaryen brothers grind on each other in the most depraved excuse for a dance that he’s ever witnessed. 
Yet, he stays, bracing himself as he downs the rest of his cup, reluctantly readying himself to learn what Aegon’s idea of ‘fun’ entails. 
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A/N: I’m trying to hold myself accountable by posting this! Now I’m off to work on chapter II of Colour My Mind, Bring Me Back while the creative juices are flowing 😙
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5tar-5hin3 · 3 months
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John Dory x Reader
“A Chance He Can Take”
Part 1 : “An Unlikely Beginning”
Part 2: “And an Unexpected Ending”
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Synopsis:
JD left a long time ago. A long, long time again.
Now he lives alone in the mountains. That is until 1 turns into 2.
He meets another troll.
This one isn’t like anyone he’s ever met before. They’re… different. They hang around for a while and, well, let’s just say they get friendly.
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A/N:
In this story, John Dory wholly believes his brothers failed him and they left him when the didn’t make the perfect family harmony.
He doesn’t believe he left. He believes he had to leave because they weren’t good enough for him. So he’s twisted the story to make it look better on him. He’s a little quirky, but we can fix him. 🫶
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*5 Years Before*
John was hiking the mountains when he came across something unexpected. Another troll. One similar to him.
They were walking with a small cuddle pup. They were happily hiking the opposite way on the trail. He hadn’t seen anyone for years. This was new to him.
“Hey.” He started the interaction. It startled the other troll. They looked around to see if he meant someone else. Even though rarely anyone trailed this far.
“Oh hey!” They laughed awkwardly. “I’ve never seen another troll up here.”
“Me either.” He agreed with them. “What bring you up all alone?”
“I just needed time away from my family. You know how it is.”
They had no idea how much John Dory under stood that.
They shrugged as she met the other finally. “Name’s Y/N, by the way.” They held out their hand for the other to shake.
The fact he wasn’t immediately recognized was both shocking and relieving to John Dory. Maybe it was for the best that people didn’t remember’BroZone’ anymore.
“You are?” John had left Y/N hanging.
“Sorry,” he grabbed their hand. “I’m-“ he hadn’t gotten this far. Should he say his real name or make a fake one? “JD.”
“Nice to meet you JD.” They smiled brightly. “I best get going now. I have to set up before sun down. Don’t want those nasty critters after my cuddle pup.” John looked down at the small fluffy creature. “Her name is Ruby.”
“You could always camp out with me. I’ve got plenty of room for a guest. It’s probably easier than a tent too. I don’t mean to brag but I do have an armadillo bus.” John was happy to offer his place to them. That meant more company for him.
“Uhh- I don’t know. I think I’d feel more comfortable in my own space.” They politely declined.
“That’s totally fair. Feel free to set up around me though. Never know when you could use a helping hand.” With that, they parted ways.
It wasn’t until much later, when John came back, that he saw a small f/c tent pitched next to his bus. They had taken up one of his offers at the very least. He didn’t bother them, simply minded his own.
It stayed like that for sometime. Y/N would come and go. The first few times they took their tent. But after a while they stopped taking the tent down and left it next to John’s bus.
In between each visit, y/n and John would talk. They slowly grew accustomed to the other. Got used to routines, got used to style. They even started doing thing together, like going for morning runs or hiking.
Since y/n was the only on connected to the “outside world”, they often kept John up to date with troll events. Or the ones that he needed to know the most about. John was actually starting to- he didn’t know how to say it. He was getting a crush? He liked y/n in a way he hadn’t liked anyone else.
Then one day, after coming back from a hike, their tent was gone. He wasn’t worried at first. Y/n was sure to be back tomorrow. They always were. Until they didn’t show up the next day. Or the next. Soon, weeks passed and there was no sign of them. John began to work just a bit.
A month and a half passed before y/n showed up again.
“Y/n!” John happily announced when he saw them. How he missed their company.
“JD!” They smiled at the other. Ruby seemed as happy as ever to see John again. She was happily pouncing at his feet and barking for attention. “Sorry I disappeared on you- family stuff.” They shrugged it off. “I’m back now though, so no worries.” John could see their pack was lighter than before. There was no tent.
John picked the pup up and pet her. “You’re fine. I’ve been up here by myself longer than you can imagine. It was nothing. No tent this time?” John commented. He raised his eyebrow, a bit curious.
“Oh, yeah. I figured, if the offer still stands, that you had room for a guest.” Y/n shyly smiled, a soft blush across their cheeks and on the tips of their ears.
“The offer does stand.” He smiled and set the pup down. “Wanna come inside? Check out the great abode of JD?” He teased.
“I’ll follow you.” Y/n followed John as he went into the bus. It was quite cozy. Nothing like what they expected. “It’s nice.” It seemed almost rustic. It had charm. It was a bit messy, but hey, what can you do?
“Thanks, decorated myself.” He laughed. Y/n set their belongings down next to the door and admired the space.
“You did a good job.” They smiled. “Oh, that reminds me. I found the other glove you said you lost.” They pulled it out of their pocket.
“Wow, I’m impressed. Keep it.” John shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to the one glove. It’s a look now.” Y/n pulled the glove on. It looked quite good actually.
The pair hung out almost everyday after that. Y/n still left occasionally, especially for holidays. They always invited John. He always denied. He liked the solitude.
Y/n basically lived on John’s couch other than that. They cooked and cleaned, he went out and gathered stuff. They were basically a couple, without all that couple stuff.
*A year later*
Y/n was up before John, like they always were. They made his coffee and breakfast. They went out and fed Rhonda then Ruby. The usual. John was up a little afterwards.
“Good morning JD.” Y/n didn’t even raise their head to greet the other. He jumped down from his loft. That’s how they knew he was up.
Today, JD decided he want to be bold. He came up behind them and wrapped his arms around them.
When they started staying with him, they didn’t have a lot of clothes. So they borrowed his often. They were wearing his shirt and it hung down to their mid thigh. It drove him wild.
Y/n wasn’t fazed. They knew it was only a matter of time before one of them made a move. They had a crush on John and they made it obvious. They hummed happily. “Good morning JD.” They repeated.
“Good morning.” He teased. They giggled. “How’d you sleep?”
“About as good as I can with you snoring.” They joked. John didn’t snore, but they always joked he did. He laughed.
“Whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes. He let them go and took his coffee. “You know, you could always sleep in the bed. The couch can’t be that comfortable.” Y/n shook their head.
“It’s not, but I take what I can get.”
“Well, I’m offering my bed. So.”
“Fine, fine.” They laughed. “You could just say you were lonely.”
“Lonely? Lonely? Ha. I’m not lonely, who said I was lonely?” He looked around nervously.
“You’re running behind schedule JD.” They kissed his cheek. “Get dressed and get out there. Ruby is waiting for her walk.”
Y/n walked away to go change back into their everyday clothes as John was left speechless.
He laughed at the interaction before getting changed into his hiking clothes. He went out to hike with Ruby. Y/n stayed behind and cleaned up their mess.
Y/n considered this the ‘start’ of their relationship. They never ‘officially’ stated they were together. But y/n just assumed they were a couple. This would prove to be… not quite the case.
4 years passed and it stayed the same. Y/n did the cleaning and cooking. JD went out. They stayed in this ‘relationship’ for 4 years.
JD got a letter one day, which was weird since they were in the middle of no where. Y/n had opened it. Their morbid curiosity got to them.
They’d regret opening that letter.
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AHHH!! That was so many words holy- I’m working on a part 2 as we speak! I just really wanted to get the first part out! I hope you guys liked it. This is my return to fanfiction. I haven’t written anything serious since 2019- what a time jump.
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Nothing could have prepared me for the plot of "Wet Kuat Amortican Summer." The title reveal made it look like a mindblowers episode. The cold open looked like the setup for standard Summer and Morty shenanigans. Turns out, we were in for a "Taken"/"Total Recall" mashup parody--and since I've never seen "Total Recall," I had to pause the episode to learn what a Kuato is.
I guess this "Unmortricken" scene wasn't just a gag; it was foreshadowing.
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It never fails: when Beth, Space Beth or Summer enter the room, the word "no" leaves Rick's vocabulary. He might sigh, roll his eyes, demand favors or pretend that he has better things to do, but outright refuse? Whether Summer's demanding gadgets or Beth's probing him with tongs, Rick always gives in.
He bickers with Summer, but he also approves her choice of gadget, trusts her with important tasks and eggs her on when she teases Morty. He trusts her instincts in the fight between Morty and the Kuato on the boat and believes her when she relays Morty's thoughts.
Like grandfather, like granddaughter: Rick beats up a bunch of guys for information only to run into Summer doing the same thing on Morty's behalf. He never has to worry about her.
They have a blast working together, too. Rick banters with her, shows off his tools, announces that he wants to kick down a door (bad idea) and flat-out says "I treat you like an equal because I respect you." We knew that, but it's rewarding to see Rick say it outright. He's starting to realize that it's OK to tell people that he cares.
Likewise, Rick's trauma is changing. He's showing "normal" signs of depression, i.e. drinking until he falls asleep on the couch. That's still unhealthy, but since past meltdowns involves murderous sci-fi rampages, maybe he's remembering what it's like to feel human.
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I was a little disappointed that the story sidelined Morty again. Still, he took charge when he had the chance, even as a weird mutant larva. The series tends to forget that Morty and Summer are teenagers, so I've enjoyed revisiting their high school and seeing characters that had disappeared a few seasons ago.
Summer's a delight to watch because she's unstoppable. She jumps into wacky situations and rolls with whatever life throws at her. Rick doesn't just respect her--I think that he wants to be like her.
She's tough, curious and resourceful, always up for an adventure and trying new technological enhancements. But unlike Rick, she doesn't let self-pity consume her. Sometimes, she cries, breaks down and throws a fit, but she always gets up and moves on.
I mean, could you imagine Summer drinking until she falls asleep on the couch for years, not just for a couple of days after a break-up? Or ranting that she hates herself? Summer's not a victim. She's a survivor.
Rick could learn from that. In fact, maybe he should sit her down and ask her how she does it. Summer never misses a chance to flaunt her traits--and she doesn't even need that attribute slider. Anyone who can't see what makes Summer great is missing out!
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Jill valentine x cashier/soldier!Fem!reader (at the gas station)
tw: This contains smut, interact with caution. nsfw, some breast play, fingering, dom!Jill, sub!reader, some alcohol, Jill loves to tease, kinda a fall in love in first sight
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“Day 258,” you signed, crossing out a date off your notebook. Your work here has become more and more boring, can't help it, you gotta pay the rent or else you'll be on the street, turning into a zombie.
Ew, thinking of it makes you shiver.
Lucky for you, there's not much people actually come to this gas station for anything so it allows you to blast music, when all you need to do is keep this place clean. Afterall, this is not just some normal gas station by the road. This gas station is also counted as a safe zone from the virus, if zombies start to roam around this area, which means things get way out of hand.
It's not everyday a new virus is created.
From the day you've been assigned here, it's only Chris who appears here, he’s on mission more than anyone, eventually both of you become friends. Sometimes he would invite you to have a drink with him.
Other than that, taking out the trash has never been your favourite of all the stuff you gotta do, no one likes going to the dark back space of the station, you really should push the trash bin next to the station at least there's a little light there.
You heard a car stopped in front of the gas station that made you jump and run back to the cashier. It's a truck, looks very dirty, you silently judge it but when a woman with short hair walks out from the truck, you keep your judgement away.
“Welcome!” You put on your smile.
Oh my gosh, finally a customer after so many days.
“Hi, I would like to stock up,” The woman said, holding her s.t.a.r.s badge up, Jill Valentine, she looked so tired.
If only I can help her rest.
“Yeah, follow me,” you swiftly shut down the gas station, pressing the button under the cashier, then a secret room appeared, “everything you need should be there.”
“Thank you.”
You watched her walk down the stairs to the room then you followed behind.
“So, why is a girl like you here?” Jill asked you as she's checking up on the stocks.
“Well, the pay is high, and I need to pay rent,” you shrugged your shoulders.
“Won't it be boring? Missing out on the actions?”
“Well if it takes for someone like you to show up here, I'm pretty sure it's worth it,” you chuckled.
To look closely, she's just too hot for you to not take your eyes off, you can't stop staring at her.
“Say, too busy to catch a date after whatever you're gonna do after?” You asked, believing your confidence could get you a date with Jill.
“That will depend on if I made it back alive or not,” she softly chuckled.
“I pray for your return, Jill.”
“Thank you.”
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A week has gone by, you're still hopelessly waiting for Jill to appear, for once you were looking forward to getting a date, especially since you work in a place that's basically isolated from the city. The whole week gave you a lot of time to think about what kind of date you and Jill could do, but also at the same time, who will take over your place if you asked for a leave? Chris is the first name that appears since you only know him but you can't possibly ask him for that because you're gonna go on a date and he's actually higher rank than you are.
Oh Jill.
You wanted to see her so badly, your mind has been nothing but her face projecting everything and everywhere.
“Y/N.”
“Oh Chris, stock up?”
“No, not today, I'm taking the time to rest,” he bitterly smiled. All those missions he went to must be hard for him, at some point you can't even think what you would do if you were sent to fight zombies.
“Well, if they are asking for you, everything you need is here to get ready,” you laughed and brought out your secret stash, “do you think you'll be able to drink?”
“Call it your lucky day today.”
Three bottles have been emptied out, and Chris is on the fourth bottle.
“Ugh, I am so needed to get my tolerance up,” you complained at your poor tolerances with alcohol.
“Don't beat yourself up, you did better than last time,” Chris laughed.
“Sometimes, I feel like it's a great idea they don't have cameras here, only for the road outside,” you fell onto the counter, the alcohol slowly kicking in, causing your vision to turn wobbly.
“Chris, do you happen to know someone called Jill Valentine?” You asked.
“Jill, yeah I know her, she's my friend.”
“Is she doing okay? I wanted to see her,” you mumbled.
“How do you know Jill in the first place?”
“She stopped by to stock up,” you answered.
“She just recently reported in from her last mission.”
“I see.”
Jill must've been taking a rest after the mission, she'll appear when she is finished. That's what you told yourself.
An hour later, Chris is fully defeated by the alcohol, you have to drag him down to the basement room to let him rest there while you're still trying to sober up. When you got back up to the surface, you spotted a motorcycle outside the gas station and someone was on it. You thought it's someone asking for directions so you talked to them through the small window.
“Hi, sorry the station is closed at the moment,” you speak through the small window, if Chris isn't on a mission, no one is.
“I'm here to pick up my date,” that familiar voice that has been dangling onto your mind for the past few days.
“Jill?” you excitedly asked, hop out from the shop.
“Is this a bad time?” She asked.
“No, not exactly, it's just that I have a drunk passed out Chris Redfield down the basement,” you laughed.
“Chris? What's he doing here?”
“Well, to be honest, it's usually just him showing up here to stock up so eventually we became friends,” you explained.
“So, I'm taking it that you can't leave?” Jill asked.
“I can't, Chris is here and I'm actually still trying to sober up,” you awkwardly chuckled.
“That's alright, we can chill here.”
“I'm so sorry if you have any plans for today, I'm sure next time we can do it.”
Just like that, you and Jill had the date on top of the rooftop, it wasn't really bad, both of you took the chance to know more about each other.
“Well, I know I'm still trying to sober up, but can't spoil the fun for you,” you brought up the remaining alcohol that's left from you and Chris.
Both of you think that it would be fun if you and Jill play some games, such as truth and dare, so the game is on. You started out with asking simple truth and dare for Jill, taking it as a chance to try to know her better, Jill did the same, until you decided you wanted to do something more.
“Truth,” Jill chooses.
“Jill, why did you choose to be on this date?”
“Is that even a question that can be asked?” She frowned, hiding that slight blush off her face.
“C'mon, I'll let you ask the similar question to me later.”
“Well, you're cute, and you have the confidence to ask me out on a date, and from all those talks we had just now, you're an incredible person, and I would love to know you more,” Jill answered.
You hope it's illegal because of how Jill is making you blush at the moment.
“Truth or Dare?” Jill looked at you.
“Dare.”
“Do the one thing you wanted to do so badly right now,” Jill smirked.
“Oh wow, okay, embrace yourself then,” you chuckled as you moved from your seat, moving closer to Jill, both of you looked at each other as you leaned forward for a kiss on her cheek.
You and Jill hold eye contact, she rested her hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes then she leaned forwards, left a kiss on your lip. You returned one back, and she did the same. Jill pulled you closer towards her as she kissed you.
Jill slowly pulled away, holding your hands and rushed down to the basement, a different room from where Chris is sleeping in, she slammed the door, inviting you to join her on the bed that's supposed for pass by soldiers to rest in.
You can feel her touch, slowly caressingly running up and down your body as her soft cherry lip pressing onto yours, giving you the kisses you'll never forget. Her kisses were harsh but yet sweet, brushing your hair to the side as she played with your ear, giving that tingling feeling but all you can focus on is her lip, needing every taste of it.
Jill slowly moved her hand inside your top, drawing circles on your cute tummy, drawing a sensation in you, her hand moved more further up, lifting up your top, revealing that black lace bra. Jill breaks the kiss as she turns her focus to your body, “what a gorgeous you are, sweetie,” as she's sitting on you, looking down. Jill admired your body a little longer, when she met your eyes again, she could see the desire you are wishing so badly for.
You wanted to kiss Jill so badly.
You wanted her touch everywhere on your body.
You wanted to feel her.
You wanted to be hers.
But Jill just looked at you, with a small smirk on her face, she's enjoying this.
“Please Jill,” you mumbled, you felt the heat on your face so you tried to hide your reddened face as you tried to form words.
“Yeah, sweetie?”
You know, she wants you to use your words to beg for her, you slipped your needy side to Jill and now she’s waiting for you to tell her what you need.
“Manage to get the conversation out for a date, can't say what's next?” Jill leaned closer, whispered in your ear, fingertip drawing around your body, teasing your poor desire.
You started to blame the alcohol you drank with Chris just now, you can't think straight.
“I want you Jill,” you looked into her blue eyes, babbling out the words, “I need you Jill, I want to feel you, so badly.”
“Good girl.”
Jill single handedly unhooked your bra, removing every pieces clothings of yours, leaving your naked body bare on the bed. Her hand cupped up your breast as she gently sucked on it, while her other hand fiddled the other lonely breast, muffled moans started to fall out from your mouth, you had your mouth covered, afraid that Chris would hear you.
“It's okay, no one is going to hear us,” she looked at you, admiring the expression you have on your face at the moment, then continued back what she's doing.
You couldn't tell how long it has been for Jill enjoying her time with your breast, she made you feel so good but yet a part of your body is throating for more.
“You gotta use your words to ask for what you want,” Jill pinned down your lower body, you immediately looked down and realised what you did, a dark spot stained on her jeans.
“I want you Jill.”
“Where?”
You held onto her hand as you guided her to the between of your thighs, “here please.”
Jill leans in for more kisses as her hand continues drawing circles the area between your thighs, you wish her to touch, but she likes to tease you a little longer before giving you what you ask for. You squirmed under her touches, you started to beg Jill, mumbling words into her ears, letting her know just how badly you wanted her.
Jill slowly inserted her middle finger in your cunt, spreading up your inside, your body squirmed as you gripped on both of her shoulders, she started to push it more deeper in, as her thumb rubbing on your sensitive clit. Jill could feel every twitch you made, your sweet moans getting louder and louder in her ears, babbling words that can't be understood as she picked up her pace.
Your hip started to lean upwards to Jill, she knows this movement of yours proves that you're close so she pulled away, leaving you groaning and whimpering, asking why she pulled away. You know damn well the answer, she loves to tease and she will take every opportunity she has to tease you until she thinks you deserve to cum.
Jill gives your clit a few gentle rubs, then spreads your inside with two fingers this time. Jill quickly picks back up the pace, your slick juice dripping down from her hand and your thighs, the sloopy sound as Jill thrusted her finger in, hitting the spot, tells just how wet you are. Jill found your mumbling as you're trying your best to cum, cute. She wanted to tease you so much more until you can't even say anything but continually cumming on her fingers but you've been a good girl for her.
“I love you Y/N,” she planted kisses around your neck, your collarbone, your breast, your arch up tummy.
“I love you too Jill,” your arm wrapped around her shoulder, head resting on Jill's shoulder, mumbling her name with the mix of your moans.
“I'm gonna- cum,” you mumbled out, hooked your legs around Jill's waist, gripping harder onto her shirt.
“Cum for me sweetie, cum for me, Y/N,” she whispered into your ear.
Your eyes roll back as your head throws back while you are still gripping onto Jill's shoulder, your hip leans upwards and stays there for a while as you feel the electric shock running through your body and letting out the loudest moans.
Your body immediately flopped back on the bed, trying your best to catch your breath. You could feel Jill caressingly brushing your hair, a soft kiss on your lip, “you did a great job.”
“I love you Jill.”
“I love you too Y/N.”
Hands holding onto each other, Jill flopped on the bed together with you, pulling you closer so she could cuddle with you.
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an: Here's my pardon approach, this is the first time working on the smut, please pardon me for any mistake I've made, and ofc, do let me know which part could be improve so I can learn from my mistake ;-; I hope you guys somehow did enjoyed it ❤️
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Imagine this is how it ended:
“And I might have lied,” Jill softly chuckled.
“What did you lie about?”
“The room is not soundproof.”
“Jill!” You jolt up, looking at her.
“I'm pretty sure Chris is still asleep at the moment,” Jill pulled you back into her arms, “we'll worry about it later.”
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Parents Weekend - After Crackstone
Wednesday and Enid are a couple.
Enid walked into the Quad with Wednesday, her hands nervously twitching. Wednesday took hold of them both in her own hands and gently hummed a soft tune only Enid could hear.
“Thanks Wends, I’m sorry I’m just really nervous.”
Wednesdays brow furrowed with concern - anything that troubled her wolf she would immediately try and resolve.
“Why are you nervous? I am with you, I will not leave your side.”
Enid struggled to look Wednesday in the eye, instead her gaze shifted to her own feet which had taken over the duties her hands previously held and were nervously shuffling on the stone floor.
“I-it’s j-just since my mom disowned me and threw me out I have no one left, if I mess it up, which I know I will, what will I do?”
“Enid - if my family show even the slightest sign of any negativity towards you I will personally flay them alive. You have my word on that.”
“Errr Wends that won’t be necessary, but thanks anyway I guess.”
Wednesday released one of Enid’s hand to instead lift her chin up. Enid’s eyes were their usual deep ocean blue, this time moistened with the threat of tears.
“Querida, it will be ok. I promise. Now how about one of those beautiful smiles for me? You might even make me smile.”
Enid immediately forgot her concerns as her mind concentrated on Wednesdays face. If Wednesday smiled she would see her dimples even the thought of cheered her up. A half smile crept across her face, and as promised Wednesday smiled back at her. The dimples appeared - it was almost worth being sad and anxious to see them again.
“Enid, let’s go, my family are over there. Remember, you’re going to be an Addams one day, so straight back, confident steps and you’ll be fine.”
———-
As the pair approached the Addams family Pugsley ran up to Wednesday to give her a big hug.
He didn’t get even slightly close. There was a snarling half wolf between him and his sister.
“BACK OFF RUNT” Enid snarled. Pugsley was no stranger to scary beasts but even he was scared at what he saw, sliding to an abrupt halt on the grass with a strangled “eeeeeeek” escaping from his lips.
“PUGSLEY!” Morticia barked “You should know better than to approach a werewolf’s mate without permission. Silly boy!”
Something stirred in Wednesday at the possessive display from Enid. She had undoubtedly gained strength since her first wolfing out and since their romantic entanglement had started Enid had been very protective of Wednesday. Some might say a little too much but Wednesday was far too enamoured at the sight of her powerful girlfriends scaring the living daylights out of anyone that came near.
Wednesday watched as her father approached her too - she wasn’t sure whether or not he realised that no-one, simply no-one was allowed near her. Even her own father. He soon found out though as he tried to bring her in for one of his traditional bear hugs.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER.” Enid snarled, pushing him away as well against the food laden table next to them.
“I’m so sorry my little wolf” he apologised.
“She’s not little” Wednesday deadpanned.
“Yes I can see that now!”
Enid had moved in front on Wednesday in a protective stance, her eyes wild and shining with a deep silver now.
“Enid, my apologies, may I hug my daughter?”
Enid glanced over to Wednesday who gave her the slightest of nods.
“Of course Mr Addams.” Enid replied, stepping out of the way, but still keeping an eye on him.
Her mother looked unbelievably smug, probably because her brand of non-contact hugging was ideal for this situation. Even so she kept her distance this time. As soon as Gomez had released her Enid grabbed Wednesday’s shoulders and pulled her into her space protectively.
“Mother, how did you know Enid had taken me as her mate?”
“That’s easy my little strormcloud, the magnificent mate bite on your neck is in plain sight.
“Ahh yes I had almost forgotten.”
She hadn’t forgotten, she just liked to have people speak about it.
Gomez got down on one knee in front of Enid, who had now shrunk back slightly to her normal size, now returned to the pink fluffy teen girl most natural to her.
“Enid, I understand your family are shortsighted and cruel, so would you do the honour of accepting our humble family name, to join us for as long as you wish? It would truly be a wonderful day to have such a magnificent creature such as yourself part of our own pack.”
Enid was back to trembling again, but this time with barely held joy. Her own pack, with her beautiful girlfriend.
“Of course Mr Addams, it’s all I ever wanted.”
Wednesday took out a black silk handkerchief and gave it to Enid so she could wipe her tears away.
“Wonderful! Now let us eat!!”
And that was the end of the matter. Enid was now an Addams. Perhaps she should have mourned the loss of her own family, tried to fit in more to what the werewolf community expected of her. But as the Sinclair family sitting on the other side of the Quad watched the Addams, quietly seething, their misery and anger ensuring they would only ever be alone, Enid didn’t look back at them once, not even for a moment. She had run out of fucks to give a long time ago.
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