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youthnighttarot · 1 year

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Baddie Check (Good qualities about you)🫦💋💄💅🏾

Tarot Reading

Pile 1

Pile 2 Pile 3

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Pile 1

Tarot cards pulled: 10oS, 8oP (rv), 10oW

Oracle cards: Edward VIII (story may resonate with you watch a documentary) Lover card

First things first when I was shuffling I was supposed to say clear the energy ended up saying clear the check. So maybe you be clearing this check pile 1 because you a baddie that’s about their money!! Ok I’m not sure if you know this yet but you are a sex fiend….not like in the addiction sense just the energy that you give off. It’s like that girl/boy could rock my world. You’re also really goofy like you be playin LMFAOAOAOA frfr.

You may have been betrayed in the past or backstabbed by someone who you worked with. They weren’t putting in any work and, you had to constantly take the brunt/bulk of the work. This could have overwhelmed you and even strained your creativity but you came out on top. With the 10oS this woman has knives all in her back but she’s focused on her phone. You may not be as nonchalant but, you don’t give basic bottom barrel hoes energy and time they don’t deserve.

You’ve been through dark times and felt overwhelmed by creative project or just in general. You may have lacked motivation within your career or in regards to money/stability. People see this and view you as resilient and strong. You are that girl/guy because you never let this betrayal or malicious gossip make you skip a beat. You can carry a lot but that doesn’t mean that you should have to, though this is part of your hood qualities. It can easily become a bad habit if you let it get out of hand. You may have an online social media business and you are thriving but need time to rest. This is also what makes you a baddie you will work your ass off and rest just as hard. (Yesssss pile 1 can you help me out with that)

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💅🏾A king is nothing without the woman he loves

💅🏾Make your own kingdom and choose your own family….I feel you go by this mantra 🕉️

💅🏾Your very luxurious

💅🏾You’re a good lover because you don’t rely on lies or rose colored glasses, trying to be the next Edward and Bella like it’s a movie. You take it seriously and are logical/reall about what a relationship entails

Pile 2

Tarot cards pulled: 7oC (rv), Judgement, the hanged man (rv)

Oracle cards: Gala Dalí, one eye open one eye closed

One of your good qualities great I should even say, is that everything good that comes in your life comes in 2s, 3s, or 4s. You have a lot of abundance surrounding yourself. Something regarding the eye of Horus is significant here. Ok some of the good qualities about you pile 2 is that you have a kind nature but you also know how to cut through bullshit. You are not one of those people floating through life and allowing things to happen to you versus for you.

You are quite a decisive person especially in matters relating to heart and emotions. You may be disconnected from certain religious ideals and people can view you as a hedonist. (Chile🙄) simply because you don’t always comply but little do they know spirit is divinely protecting you. You’re not emotionally unbalanced you feel how you feel no matter how hard someone tries to sway you.

You may not be spiritually bound to any particular religion and this scares people.

You could be a witch/high priestess for some of you. You’re just you and you don’t try to be anyone else but you. (Purr 🐈) So people could celebrate you or even look up to you many ones. (Archangel Micheal, Raphael, and Azriel are looking after you have a lot of power on your spirit team) (Yemaya and Oya for some of my Yoruba gyals) (Nana Asee for my Akan gyals shout out) (Aphrodite and Cupid?) (Freya and Odin) You have uncertainties sometimes but you’re emotions never cloud your judgment. You understand what it means to be in tune as you should!! You may have been spiritually inclined always but repressed for others peace of minds.

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💅🏾 It is by being in the shadow that one emits the most light…you truly believe this and this way of thinking has greatly benefited you

💅🏾You used to constantly be looking over your shoulder or you just didn’t trust easily

💅🏾You no longer jump the gun, or assume you know someone’s nature until you see it in its truest form

Pile 3

Tarot cards pulled: 9oW, The Magician (rv), The hermit (rv)

Oracle cards: Marilyn Monroe, Magic is being used (rv)

So you know when to take time out for yourself first of all pile 3. You can sense when someone is trying to manipulate or play the con-game with you. You also know how to get people to do exactly what you want but, you don’t maliciously take advantage of people rather suggest. You take time to yourself in order to pondering your actions or how other people actions led up to your actions. So you may avoid it happening again at all cost. You are a dreamer. Again I’m getting your not afraid to reflect on your wrong doings…you take accountability.

You’re a person who knows when to shut social media off. You have no aspirations to chance fame/notoriety it just happens for you. You’re not caught up in trying to be a baddie you just simply want to be you. That is as all nothing less. Some of you could have some sort of connection to gypsies or Eastern European culture?

You believe in divinity and equality, you dress nicely as well. You know how to stand up for yourself by saying no…you are not afraid of sitting with yourself or your thoughts. You’ve traveled (physically or mentally) long and far in order to get to this point in your life. You have the emotions, the career skills, and the mindset to wether any storm. You are not deceptive but can sense deceptions easily.

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💅🏾Never pick stability over a good time…at first I was like 🤔but what I got is that you don’t just choose something because it will bring you finances or wealth you choose to do something or be with someone because it makes you happy

💅🏾You don’t use spells and magic on people to get them to like you they just do

💅🏾Whatever story that people have in mind for you, you say to hell with and continue to be yourself

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nervousd · 1 year

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Side Story— Punishment

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#SYNOPSIS— you’ve ignored a direct order from Quaritch.

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon/noncon, smut, older man/younger woman, age gap, voyeurism(?) spanking, pussy spanking,

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch,

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You teeth gnawed at your lip, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. Your hair was tussled and tangled from the harsh yank you received from the Colonel. It was to your displeasure that Quaritch had found out you were planning to leave with the science pukes. He had specifically told you, under no circumstances would you go. A direct order from him— and you deliberately went against him. You quieted down your sobs, breath hitching as you gazed up at him. His icy blue gaze pierced through your soul, a swirl of emotions in them. He was disappointed in you— he was furious to keep seeing you choose others instead of him.

Wasn’t he kind to you? Wasn’t he wonderful to you? He used his own rank to give you but the best of things, oh you wanted steak for dinner? He would order it for you, oh you wanted a nice silk blouse? He would provided it for you. He did everything for you. And yet you do things like these— actions that go against him. But nothing he won’t able to straighten up, you needed a firm hand to keep you in your place. It was the only way you would learn.

His eyes narrowed, he would be lying if he said you weren’t a pretty sight. Puffy swollen lips, flushed face and bright doe glistening eyes, Oh— and the cherry on top? Your blouse ripped and strained from his prowess. A reminder of his brutal strength and the power he had over you. He gripped onto your forearm dragging you towards his desk uncaring of your unbalanced steps. He slammed you down, pressing a flat palm on your back.

❝ Quaritch please— ❞ your begging had gone ignored, he refused to even entertain your pathetic cries. He won’t be swayed by your begging or whimpering; if anything it might just make his cock hard but it certainly won’t get you out of this punishment. ❝ Not another word you brat— not a single word ❞ he hissed through clenched teeth. You struggled against his grasp but not once did he budge. ❝ Quaritch! ❞ you pleaded, hiccuping as you felt his hands wander down toward your ass. With a firm grip on your skirt he brought down the fabric ❝ You wanted to act like brat? You’ll be treated like a brat ❞

His hands groped your flesh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb ❝ It’s my fault really— spoiled you too much. But don’t worry, daddy will fix that attitude of yours ❞ He left a quick pat on your ass, fingers fumbling with his belt. A wave of dread washed over you, the clinking of a belt buckle unlatching was the only residing sound. ❝ No!— Stop— Stop! Don’t you dare!— ❞ SMACK-! You let out a cry of pain feeling the sting of leather land painfully on your ass. The pain had shot up your spine, your legs kicking helplessly.

Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, SMACK-! Your body jolted forward another cry of pain leaving your lips. The leather rested where it had landed— a threat. Your body racked with sobs as you continued to wail in pain. You struggled against him trying to slip away from his painful grip ❝ Quit yer’ moving!— damnit! ❞ the belt slipped from his fingers adding further damage to his anger. Curling his lips up into a snarl, he reared his hand back landing a painful hit on your ass. The force caused the flesh of your ass to ripple from the impact. You screamed out in pain, another batch of fresh tears bursting from your eyes. Your ass felt like it was on fire and Quaritch showed no signs of letting up. Humiliation and shame washed over you, you’ve never expected to be punished like a child

His cruelty knew no bounds, he would deliberately target the same spot he’s hit over and over again; refusing to wait for the throbbing pain to die down before he struck again. ❝Please—Stop quaritch! It hurts—! ❞ His wicked assaults continued, ❝Maybe next time you’ll think your actions through— ❞ He spat out in frustration, landing another painful smack on your ass. Your body wracked with an onslaught of tears and sobs. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout the room. His hands were brutal as they hit your reddening cheeks again and again. You screamed and sobbed out in pain, unable to restrain yourself from begging him to stop. To please— stop He ignored your chocked up cries.

The faintest ghost of a cruel smile touched his lips, he enjoyed hearing your pitiful cries. Quaritch took a step back, gazing at the appreciated sight in front of him. His pretty girl bent over with fresh markings decorating your ass. His eyes narrowed dangerously, eyeing the way your feet shuffle uncomfortably. Unaware of the proactive view you’re giving him, your hips jerked in surprise feeling his fingers creep closer to your cunt. Your breath hitched, hips wiggling to stray from his touch. You shook like a leaf dreading what’s to come ❝ Quaritch ❞ you cried out, ❝ please, don’t ❞

His fingers pressed against your covered cunt, his thumb circled your weeping hole. Quaritch sucked in a breath, pleasantly surprised to feel your cunt dripping. Poor thing— it was begging to be touched, to be full of him. SMACK—! He landed a solid hit on your clit, your thighs buckled unexpectedly. A sob tore through your throat as your body trembled in agony. He drew his hand back— ❝ Colonel? It’s me Corporal Wainfleet, Parker wants to have a word with you ❞ Paying no mind to the continuous knocking on his door, Quaritch pulled aside your underwear; ❝ Colonel? ❞ the knocking continued. His fingers brushed against your clit, rolling it between his fingers even going as far as pinching it cruelly.

❝ Colonel? ❞ The knocking continue, progressing onto louder bangs. Quaritch let out a ‘tsk’ annoyed that he was being interrupted. Scowling, he drew his hand leaving you weeping cunt drooling for attention. Amongst your small pitiful cries you could hear Quaritch getting annoyed by Lyles persistent in going to see Parker. It didn’t take long to convince him to go, implicating that Parker was ready to unleash another tantrum when things weren’t going right. The door was slammed shut, Quaritch was gone leaving you alone in his office. You sniffled through your tears, body trembling as pain coursed throughout your body.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand up on your shaking legs, residing to staying still on the desk. You don’t know how long you stayed like that— seconds, minutes— maybe hours but in the end you were left to your own devices, choosing to wallow in your humiliation.

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ilovebadgirlriri · 1 month

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Neva End-Onykapon

Warnings: failed talking stage,virgin reader,lowkey based on true events (cameron imy bby)ps im not a writer m just boreddd

It’s like he manifested you,or maybe you had attachment issues,either way you couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve been.It’s been what 3 months and yet you still couldn’t stop thinking about him,someone you only knew for a little while.You’ve never felt so drawn to a man before like he was your calling.

An attempted talking stage had you in deep thought for a while.Imagining just what could’ve happened if you both were taking each other seriously.All it took was one “hey”text for you to be out of your mind again you were just clearing your head of him but he just had to come back and claim a unholy hold on you.He always came back and you always entertained it because quite frankly you couldn’t get enough of him.

His smooth brown skin that had tattoos running from his neck down to his upper body.His extremely athletic body,his smile that glistened due to the gold grills lying perfectly on his straight white teeth.His voice the way it made you feel uneasy every time he spoke.

He knows what he does to you how he makes you feel the grip he has on you.You were just to shy to admit,you wanted so bad to just tell him how you really felt,wanted to be more than just a failed talking stage turned stranger.You so believed he had a purpose to you in your life why else would you be so hooked on him he had to mean something right?

wyd? another text caught your attention making you snap out of your thoughts.don’t respond,don’t respond,don’t respond

Before you know it your hands did the thinking picking up your phone responding with a simple “hey,doing homework” “wsup?”It had been a while since he texted you although you were sure you knew why you couldn’t help but to wonder

incoming call-Maybe Onyy💞

Call?He’d never called you before it was always texting and maybe a brief conversation at school before you both split ways.What had changed now?You answered in silence your breathing a little heavy with your nerves high.

“i wanna see you.”ony says over the phone his voice just as you remembered though you briefly heard it a total of 3 times.He wants to see me?You thought that was a odd statement you and him could barely hold a conversation over text let ahold in person.

“huh”You say raising a brow genuinely confused.

“you heard me,can i come get you?”He chuckled lowly.You could hear movement on the other side of the phone.You were speechless was this for real happening or were you in one of your sick fantasies.

“y/n?”he says to see if your still on the phone.Well this was pretty embarrassing.

“oh um yeah i guess”you say trying to hold in your emotions and sound as nonchalantly as possible

“you guess?”he snickers you can hear he was smiling and you cursed yourself for thinking of good he probably looked with his gold custom grills.

“m just a little confused this was kinda random you gotta admit ony.”You said truthfully

“i know but i just wanna see you and talk to you y/n,can i come get you?”he says as you hear the sincerity in his voice.He sounded genuine as if he really needed to speak with you.You waited a little as if you were thinking already knowing your answer.

“y-yea”You respond

“Ill be there in a hour.”He says hanging up the phone.He still had your location so he knew were you were,you never to stop sharing still feeling a bit attached to him.

You got up to get ready throwing on something simple yet decent you fixed your boho island twists so they looked presentable.Examining yourself in the mirror you approved your appearance.To say you were nervous was a understatement.You never linked with boys,never hung out with boys,never talked with boys.Hell you didn’t even do the whole talking stage thing.Ony was the first to be completely truthful.

You never worried about getting with boys too shy to convey.Your confidence was really unbalanced so you liked it better this way.But something about Ony just made you wanna become something much more.

maybe ony💞💞:outside

Your breath got caught reading over the text.You sat up grabbing your tot bag,charger,wallet, vaseline and perfume.You jogged downstairs letting your roommate know you’ll be back as she nodded in approval too focused on her anime on tv.You walked to ony’s red tesla before opening the door to see he was man spread gazing over your appearance.

“hey”you mumbled,you were sure he didn’t here but at least you tried.

“what chu said mama?”he questions smirking using context clues he could figure out what you said but he just wanted to hear you say it again because he knows your shy.

You roll your eyes playfully not able to wipe your smile off your face. “hey ony”you say loud enough for him to hear,and man did he wanna loose it your voice was so angelic it had this sweet tone ghat blessed his ears and he wanted more wanted to hear you talk his head off.

“How you been?”Ony stars off before pulling off from your apartment complex driving off to who knows where.You felt so eery as if this doesn’t feel real.You were really in a boys car.Onys car.

“i’ve been well.”You reply simply

“just well?you don’t gotta be shy with me y/n i wanna know you better.”He says looking over at you at the red light.

You rubbed your palm on your leggings before taking a deep breath in.

“i know.”you respond looking over at him to see he was already looking at you.He pulled up to a huge abandoned mall parking lot.It was empty but had small dim lights everywhere with about two other cars in the parking lot.

“i’ve been thinking about you ,ya know?”He finally says turning his attention towards you. “a lot actually”He continues before waiting for your response.

“me….why?”you say curiously you look up at him batting your lashes.You were also thinking about like all the time you didn’t expect him to do the same.

“i don’t know,you just been on my mind for a while now.”He shrugs.His eyes filled with honesty.You watched him as he looked down at his fingers from your gaze.

“I-I’ve been thinking about you too”you say eyes still on ony as he looks at you.You both shared eye contact for only a few seconds but boy did it feel like eternity. “Ony….I wanna be your girl.”You boldly say shocking yourself and Ony.The determination in your tone surprised you this was the first time you said it out loud and it was to him.”

“we can make that happen.”he smirks before leaning into kiss you.You weren’t sure what to do so you just moved your lips the way ony did before he stuck his tongue in your mouth.You lightly sucked his tongue as he tapped your thigh first you to raise up and sit on his lap.His hands roamed freely all over you causing you to moan.

You begin to grind slowly on his lap,you felt him become hard as you wrapped your small hand around his neck as best you could.The kiss was nasty,you could hear both yours and his mouth moving in sync making slippery popping noises.

Ony pulled away as you both caught your breaths chest rising up and down.

“are you sure want this mama?we can always wait.”He says hush voice at a lower octave turning you full on.You were beyond soaked and couldn’t wait for him to check and see.

“yes ony i want you right now.”you say in his ear,you felt bold and confident you shocked yourself.Ony smiles showing his grill’s before locking the doors turning on some music.

“go to the back baby.”he sats as neva end by future featuring kelly rowland lowly plays in the back

#Spotify #ony x black reader #black women #future #kelly rowland #sexy tease #virgin loser #shygirl

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negrowhat · 4 months

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what are your top ten fav bl's of all time?

Hey Anon! I had to take some time to think about this. It's hard for me to choose things like this! You're really putting me on the spot lol. Here we go tho...I might cheat a little.

To My Star. Both 1 and 2. I love Seo Joon's and Ji Woo's story. I love their relationship dynamic. I loved how protective they were of each other. Both Ji Woo and Seo Joon are complex characters with layers that you can really bite into and analyze many ways. I know a lot of people were not fans of s2 but that was one series where I truly ate up the angst. Ji Woo is a hard character to understand unless you really take the time to watch the series and focus on his behaviors. You'll never, ever catch me talking bad about TMS.

Gameboys the Series. Both the seasons and the movie. CaiReel have such a modern and relatable love story. I think it being a series about finding relationships in the middle of a global pandemic while we were ALL sharing the same plight really stood out. I felt like I made new friends while watching that series. Also for s1 to be shot completely on an iPhone and for most of the actors to not actually be filming their scenes at the same time, I was BLOWN away by the quality AND chemistry. That series made me SOB and that is also something I consider impressive. If it can make me cry then it's certified gold.

Utsukushii Kare. Both seasons and the movie. This is another series with complex main characters. Hira deals with his general uninterest in damn near everything EXCEPT Kiyoi and photography. And Kiyoi deals with his need for attention even if he generally doesn't like people because they always disappoint him. It's interesting to see how they handle their seemingly unbalanced relationship. Hira is willing to give Kiyoi all the love he requires and not get close (which is normally what Kiyoi wants) and Kiyoi learns that with Hira he wants a real true love and relationship and that's quite a task when the man you love doesn't value himself. It's just interesting seeing the growth between them.

Color Rush S1. I love the way they tackle the soulmates trope, and explore the darker side to the obsession that could happen once you find your perfect match ESPECIALLY when that match can help you see a full picture. Yeon Woo struggles with a myriad of thoughts and fears as he does his best not to get close to Yoo Han even though Yoo Han is serving up himself on a silver platter with tantalizing promises of helping him learn the colors he craves to see. Yeon Woo becomes obsessed, but little does he know that Yoo Han is also obsessed because Yeon Woo also helps Yoo Han see a clearer picture. But maybe that obsession is really just them falling in love and not knowing what to call it.

Moonlight Chicken. Messy and relatable to a person like me who is smack dab in the middle of the age groups involved. This series really showcases how messy romances can be. It shows how hard it can be to close the door to a chapter you thought would end happily. This series shows how hard it can be to move on when a normally open door shuts in your face suddenly and forever. It shows how a chapter that starts off terrible can lead you into the most thrilling moment of your life. It shows that the last chapter you finished might have you TERRIFIED to move on to the next one. Stuck. This was a series I found difficult to dislike any of the characters even if they were being terrible. Emotions were high and reactions were warranted. This was a series where I felt like people were allowed to feel the way they were feeling.

We Best Love. Yes, both seasons. Shu Yi and Shi De had such an up and down ship. Shi De went through such a roundabout way to get close to Shu Yi and I really enjoyed watching them become friends. I enjoyed watching Shu Yi come to realize he was in love. I wanted to beat Shi De up in s2 for ghosting Shu Yi and I was enjoying watching Shu Yi get his lick back, but really he was just looking for answers so he can decide if he was stupid for wanting to forgive Shi De the moment he saw him again. It's another fun and messy series.

Lovely Writer. I LOVE Gene ok. He really made me love the series because he was such a bomb ass character. I also found Nubsib's psycho/stalkerish tendencies quite entertaining because he was so polite about it. I love that the series took stabs at all the things wrong with the BL community while simultaneously having the main character be an actor in one of the most toxic fake BLs I've ever seen. Just meta on top of meta. Satire in the form of a trendy BL within a BL.

History 3: MODC. Salt run aside, I just really loved this series. Can't believe a series about the shy kid falling in love with his bully is a fave. That sentence alone would make it problematic af...not to mention the questionable age gap between the 2nd couple. But it was beautifully constructed. Hao Ting found the best version of himself in Xi Gu and Xi Gu found a brighter side to life with Hao Ting. And they were WAYYYYY into each other and Hao Ting did put in his work to be forgiven. I do my best not to overthink Zhi Gang's age difference from Sun Bo because it's such a norm in Taiwanese BL. It's kind of interesting to see their relationship play out. Zhi Gang definitely has his hangups with the age gap and Sun Bo just doesn't care.

Blueming. Such a laid back series. Si Won is just a sweetheart dealing with self-esteem issues trying to make his presence known in life so he can get the best out of his university experience. And Da Un is just that effortlessly cool guy Si Won strives to be like. He can't even fathom the idea of such a cool guy having a crush on him that he takes the flirting as arrogance lmao. I think it's sweet that Da Un helps uplift Si Won and I think it's sweet that Si On showed Da Un the attention he never got at home.

Ingredients the Series. Just a sweet lil slice of life miniseries. It fills me with joy to watch Tops and Win pine after each other as Win works on his music and Tops works on his cooking and they live together symbiotically. There's not too much to this series. It relies heavily on food and chemistry and that's perfectly perfect for me.

#to my star #to my star 2 #blueming #gameboys #gameboys the series #gameboys the movie #we best love #we best love: no 1 for you #we best love: fighting mr. 2nd #utsukushii kare #utsukushii kare: eternal #ingredients the series #lovely writer #lovely writer the series #history 3: modc #history 3: make our days count #moonlight chicken #color rush

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yandere-paramour · 26 days

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Chapter Five

It is not easy to wake up. The drugs keep you in sleep; it feels like you are trying to cross a swamp. Every time you feel yourself close to consciousness, the medication pulls you back down again. You do not dream; it is too strong for that. But you are comfortable and warm, and sleeping peacefully truly isn’t so bad.

It is a number of hours before you wake up. Wakefulness comes slowly, and then all at once. The beginnings of a headache start to pulse around your head. It’s quiet, though not completely silent. Soft piano music is playing, and you can hear breathing coming from something near you.

At first, you move to throw yourself away from whatever creature has been unlucky enough to crawl in your bed, but then you remember. You could not move even if you wanted to. A rich woman deep in a fantasy world has kidnapped you to serve as her lover/pet. You weren’t sure which option you liked least.

“Good morning, my Darling. Did you sleep well?”

She speaks, and her voice is like bells. Perhaps if you lie perfectly still, she will leave you be.

“I know you’re awake, Darling. Open your eyes for me.”

You’ve been caught, and it took mere seconds. You have no choice but to obey. Your eyelids are heavy, and it takes effort, but soon your eyes are open. Her face is right in front of yours, pressed so close that your initial instinct is to move back.

“Can… can you step back, please?” You figure the politeness approach has the best chance of succeeding.

“Of course, my love,” she moves back about four inches, “How is this?”

“Great.”

You require her assistance, but she helps you sit up, allowing you to catch your breath before trying to speak.

“It seems like you slept peacefully.”

“You were watching me sleep?”

“I always wake early to exercise, and I did not want to leave you unattended any more than required. It is only late morning.”

She left you alone? You cursed yourself. If you hadn’t slept the morning away, you could’ve been up and out the door before she was finished stretching her pelvic bowl.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Approximately six and a half hours.”

You were horrified, “You watched me sleep for six and a half hours straight?”

“I completed some paperwork and read as well, but I stayed by your side the entire time. Do not worry, love.”

That wasn’t what you were worried about.

“Tell me,” she took your chin in her hands, turning your face to examine it from all angles, “How are you feeling? I was concerned when you didn’t wake up earlier. You slept well over 10 hours.”

10 hours shocks you. You hadn’t slept that much at once since you were young. No wonder you felt like you had a hangover, “I have a headache. Do you have any water?”

She looks devastated to hear that you are in pain, “I’m so sorry, Darling. I promise I will adjust the dosage so you don’t feel quite so disoriented today.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Inwardly, you cheered. The more she lowered the dosage, the easier it would be for you to escape.

“Let me take you downstairs, and we can get you some water and breakfast.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

She frowned, “You barely ate last night. You should not skip meals, my love. I want to see you eat a fair amount.”

“I really don’t want anything.”

She leans back in, taking both her hands to place on your cheeks and pull you toward her, “I will not compromise on matters of your health and safety, Darling. You will eat something, end of discussion.”

Her eyes are intense and they bore into you, effortlessly getting her point across. It makes a little shiver run down your spine. There was something in those eyes that creeped you out, something positively unbalanced.

Her serious tone was gone as fast as it arrived, “Come, Darling, let us go downstairs and eat together. I promise you will feel better once there is something in your stomach.”

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our-aroace-experience · 6 days

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When I was much younger, like in late elementary or early middle school, whenever someone I was friends with would confess to me, I'd be confused. I never really knew how others felt in terms of romantic vs platonic love, and interpreted that whatever I felt must be mutual. Also because I didn't want to hurt their feelings, I'd accept them most of the time.

This unfortunately led to a few- quite long and unbalanced relationships, but I realized exactly how much it wasn't for me. Now I turn people down like a champ but it really felt like those experiences led me to become a stronger person because I had to confront those I loved with a rejection. Clear boundaries now help me so much in my professional and personal life and it has weirdly made me love being aro more, since it's such a unique experience.

Anyways, much love to other aros who go through relationships!!

i'm glad you're more confident now, turning people down can be very difficult!

#our aroace experience #aromantic #aro #aroace #aroace asks #aro pride #aroace joy!

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silviakundera · 6 months

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I'm gonna need kunning palace to give me a lot of the main otp in the last episodes, we have 8 left (this is why I don't f*ck with this 40 ep rule because now that we're getting the main relationship the show is over and everything that came before was also necessary). I'm gonna need to see how deep JXN's love for him becomes, I know people are obsessed with dedicated ML but I enjoy otps where it's more equal and I love seeing a female lead protect and support her otp the way he does her, even if it takes a while like in ming lan she had completely reasonable issues and took a while to warm up to him but when she did she was 1000% in and showed just how much she loved him, I personally don't appreciate unbalanced relationships where it's just one party sacrificing and being a lot more dedicated no matter the genders.

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Hard to say, depends on how close they stay to the book. They've been quite faithful to the novel so far but at the point we are now is where I feel fairly confident that we're gonna diverge. Because in the novel the otp gets VERY dark before they get better. There's a reason why Xie Wei has been holding himself back & restraining his emotions. He's a whole mess of anxiety & PTSD and he has to work through his traumas. Both these characters have been a burningdog.gif meme and saying everything is just fiiiiiiiine but in the novel when they finally get alone on center stage together things get REAL because it's masks off. And underneath they are a whole mess.

imo the key to this pairing, and why we don't get a love confession from her until the very end, is what she thinks when she finally publically claims him (fittingly, she doesn't claim the lauded scholar but the unhinged figure that the public now finds monstrous):

Shen Zhiyi asked: "Ning Ning, do you know what kind of person he is?”

Jiang Xuening said, "I know."

This person forced her to kill in his previous life; even in this life, he still thought about taking her to die with him. He is definitely not a good person. How could she not know?

It can even be said that she knows better than anyone else. Because she has seen his truest and craziest side.

Shen Zhiyi asked again: "Do you like him?"

Jiang Xuening thought for a while and said, "I like him."

At this moment, Xie Wei's palm trembled slightly, but there seemed to be thousands of lights and shadows passing by in his mind, and finally there was nothing left, just staring at her blankly.

Yan Lin stood too far away, no one could see his blurred expression clearly.

Shen Zhiyi also didn't speak for a long time.

She didn't fully agree, she was afraid that her Ning Ning would be sad because of the wrong choice, but she couldn't stop her, and all her worries finally turned into one sentence: "Then you really know what you are doing now?"

Jiang Xuening smiled at her: "I understand."

And not only know what to do now, but also what to do in the future.

So calmly: "I want to marry him."

"..."

That night, he asked her once, but she didn't answer, so he never dared to ask again.

But now she says she wants to marry him. Xie Wei suddenly couldn't tell whether this was real or a dream: didn't she want to leave him and go find Zhang Zhe?

Jiang Xuening also saw that he didn't comprehend. "You are really, extremely smart, but you just don't like people."

Talking about love, this person is stupid to death.

I am too afraid of losing what I have, and I seem to think that what I have will eventually be lost, so I am paranoid, extreme, and I refuse to show weakness to others and say all those words.

Jiang Xuening felt that this person was too similar to her previous self.

There are some things that I don't understand, so I bash my head against it.

She blinked, with tears in her eyes, but took his hand, tiptoed to kiss his cool thin lips."

Part of the reason she feels so deeply for him is their deep down similarity, but the novel is Jiang Xuening's journey to love & accept herself, letting go of the pain & shame from the past. She doesn't reach this point until the end, where she recognizes and accepts her own darkness and thus his, and also believes it doesn't need to define their future. Everyone now thinks she is the saint and he's the sinner but she knows they are both.

The novel epilogue shows they are finding a peaceful life together, the urge to fight and claw at life and each other has finally passed. But though in the last 30% of the novel we get tons of couple-time, all the gestures of devotion are coming from him. She's not ready. I frankly have no idea how much the drama will change the last 30%, and it won't land the same cause I'm sure they have to tone down how scary the ML gets...but regardless I do think we won't get a confession until the last act.

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#story of kunning palace #cdrama #spoilers #meta #guuuuurl extreme doesnt even cover it 😂😭#why are u guys like this #tbh anon i dont think this will be to your taste #but we are almost there so just hang with us 😘

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stxrvel · 1 year

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loneliness is not my thing (2)

series summary: you woke up from a long coma with no memory of a part of your life only to be told by your teammates that you're married to the man you hated seven years ago. even though that seemed to be the only problem, as time goes on you're realizing there's a lot more history and mystery behind the accident that left you in medical care for months. blackouts, more memory loss, mistrust and a strange man who seems to be connected to everything. every day it gets harder to trust anyone around you, but you won't stop until you can finally uncover the truth behind the accident.

chapter summary: a talk with Bucky could end up uncovering and unleashing that part of you that you were always trying to keep under control.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +5k

warnings: i think none? let me know if i should add some!

note: hey you guys!! i can't believe the love you all gave the first part of this fic, and also the love you gave to the outbreak! its surely insane. thank u all for your support, and know that i'll always try to be better and write better and just give you guys the best. i love all of your comments, sorry if i don't reply to them, but i really really really love reading them! the feedback is just what keeps me going. really thank u all 💜. as always, i hope you like this second part! let's see what comes next for pt. 3

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The road to recovery was a difficult one, and if anyone knew about it, it was definitely Bucky Barnes.

It was what everyone had been telling you since you arrived. Besides constantly insisting that you should be careful about everything you did and not overexert yourself, talking about Bucky was another thing that people around you constantly did. You hadn't said that to him the last time you'd seen him, because he seemed angry enough with what little you'd said to him without adding something to it that you didn't even know what it might add to the conversation.

But yes, apparently Bucky was quite a preacher when it came to the path of self-healing. And seven years was just too long... You would have been much more surprised if it was the other way around, that you were still two adults with the minds of children who constantly poked each other with offensive words and backbiting. Maybe thinking Bucky had changed wasn't so crazy after having a whole year to consider it. You'd never had so much silence from him as you did most of the time you were in the hospital.

You wanted to learn more about it. More about him. But you never felt you had the right time to talk to him at length. At first, yes, it was too complicated to take in what he had told you. You two, married? The worst of your nightmares. But eventually you could begin to notice the change, even though his old attitude was still fresh in your memory. Then, just when you felt ready to start trying, the others showed up.

You would never have thought that learning to tolerate people would be such a complicated task until you found yourself in that situation. You were grateful to them, of course, their concern touched you… but to what extent?

You were uncomfortable with their looks and words and, although you managed to give yourself space by letting them know you didn't want them to keep talking about you and Bucky, the discomfort never really went away. And you just couldn't deal with it anymore. Surely, that was what had caused Bucky to pull away from you more and more. You also thanked him for his understanding, but you felt the scales were very unbalanced.

When he told you he would talk to Tony about giving you more space, you took it as a good sign. You could finally have a more private space to live.

What you didn't expect, of course, was to spend a whole week in complete solitude.

You didn't know what was worse.

You thought for a moment that it would be a gradual change and not all at once, and you hardly knew how to handle it. Sometimes you would leave the wing you were settled in and walk around the Complex, hoping to find someone, but it seemed like everyone had been wiped off the face of the earth. There was no one you could meet walking around.

So, at the end of the week you wanted to talk to Bucky again. You thought being like this might be the solution, and it's not that you completely missed some conversations with others, but you did miss some social interaction, and with some boundaries you were sure you could get some good stuff.

“What the hell are you doing up there?”

Your head was up, pointing directly at the figure sitting on a thick branch of a large tree. The woman had an impassive look on her face, but you could tell you had taken her by surprise.

You were taking one of those walks that, rather than being routine, you took hoping to run into someone. Although you had the feeling that you would end up doing it as a routine. And now you were finishing, when you were walking around the green area of the Complex, you happened to look up at the sky and you found Carol Danvers in the middle of the landscape.

“I'm… relaxing,” she barely answered you, clasping her hands together and waving her legs in the air. She almost looked innocent.

“Aha,” you nodded, not quite convinced. “I hadn't seen you in days.”

“Bucky was very clear in his instructions.”

“Instructions?”

“Yeah, he was very specific in asking us not to return to the wing and not to cross your path even by accident. Very intimidating, if you ask me.”

You watched Carol frown reflexively as you weighed her response. That, clearly, answered the questions that were rattling around in your head. But still…

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why did he do that? I didn't tell him what I told him to get everyone out of my life - he didn't even tell me what he wanted to do!”

Carol let out a laugh and it was your turn to frown.

“You can't imagine the things that man would do for you.”

You sighed heavily.

“But I didn't want to be left alone either.”

“That's understandable,” Carol nodded. “It's true that we overreached. You had reason to be uncomfortable and Bucky had reason to be angry. The least we could have done was to be on our best behavior and we failed at that too.”

You processed her apology, but over analyzed her words.

“You failed at that too?”

As soon as you finished asking the question, Carol's face froze. You knew she was known for being careful with her words, and she was the only one in the whole group who could really exercise prudent behavior. She didn't like assumptions or double-talk, unless it was necessary or for a bit of fun. But on a subject like that, you knew she had to be very precise with every word that left her mouth.

So, you didn't waste the opportunity to bring it up even though you knew she would most likely dismiss the topic as if it wasn't something relevant.

“Yes, well… The accident was an intelligence error. We all got complacent, thought the mission would go excellent and smoothly. But we were wrong.”

You didn't expect her to actually give you an answer. Vague, but an answer after all. You tried to fill in the gaps in your head with the information she gave you, but besides being something completely inconclusive, it gave you a big twinge in your head, like every time you tried to remember something.

Sometimes you didn't understand how the doctor said it was possible that you could recover your memory when you faced situations like that. That headache you got when you tried to evoke some recent memory seemed like a wall of miles of concrete that you couldn't break down except with thousands and hundreds of years of hammering on it.

That's how far away and impossible it felt.

“Don't do that,” you heard Carol's voice.

You had lowered your head when you felt the sting and, as always, the light began to bother you. You didn't realize at what point she stepped off the tree branch, but suddenly you felt her beside you holding your shoulders.

“The doctor said to avoid, specifically, forcing your memories. They will come on their own at some point.”

“This sucks,” you barely mumbled as the pain began to subside. “It feels like… having someone else inside my head. My lost memories feel like someone else.”

“I get that.”

You straightened up and began to follow the path back to the Complex at the foot of Carol, who still kept an arm around you just in case. You turned to look at her when she spoke, remembering what she had told you about her past.

“At least you know what you're looking for. The road is full of rocks, but it won't be endless. At some point you'll find a river and walk right into the truth.”

“I hope so.”

“Be patient. And don't force yourself. You'll be fine.”

You pursed your lips unable to keep a feeling of disgust from coursing through your body. Carol was right, like everyone else when they talked about it, and suddenly her advice should carry more weight having been through a similar situation herself, but that did absolutely nothing to alleviate the hollowness you constantly felt in your chest.

Dealing with the situation was easier when you only thought about the present. When you thought your only problem was what to eat for your three meals a day, what movies to see, which sides of the Complex to walk on, and that was it. Everything was perfectly fine when you focused only on the problems you had in the moments instantly.

The real issue came when you had to remind yourself that you weren't living in an everyday situation.

You had an accident. You lost your memory. You spent a year in the hospital. You found out you had a husband. You went to live in a space in the Complex completely isolated to yourself because the stress of the environment there could affect you psychologically. You were constantly living your days… for existing.

Having lost your memory, in addition to taking away the opportunity to continue to grow in your interpersonal relationships, also took away the opportunity to continue working. You were a SHIELD agent, but you weren't cleared for any kind of mission until further notice. And when would that notice come? You had no idea. Basically, you were living in limbo.

You were constantly trying to focus only on the problems of the present because they were things you could more easily deal with. Maybe that's why, despite being a nuisance at times, you appreciated the company of the team. And maybe that's why at the time you didn't miss the loneliness. Not that loneliness that gave way to unhealthy thoughts and hopeless feelings instead of allowing you moments of reflection. You felt you had developed an apathy to loneliness. Or a fear… It was hard to know exactly.

But you had to merge it all into your routine at some point. Learn to deal with both at the same time. Learning to live with the fact that there were millions of things that others remembered and you didn't, while trying to live with creating new experiences to treasure.

Living one problem at a time.

“If you really feel that way, you should go back and talk to Bucky. I can talk to the others and try to set rules and boundaries.”

You raised your head to find yourself in front of the rear entrance to the Complex that Tony had set up so you wouldn't have to walk through all the clutter of agents and clerks at the main entrance. It was a black door that blended in with the rest of the wall, and behind it was a short hallway that led directly to an elevator that had only one number available to go up.

“Yes, that would be ideal,” you nodded thoughtfully, as you walked toward the elevator after closing the door. “Of all the things I could have imagined when I woke up, the least likely, almost impossible, would have been guessing my current relationship with Bucky.”

Carol barely let out a laugh as she rang the elevator with the single button to her left.

“Despite losing your memories, you're not much different than you were in the last few years. Really the only thing that changed was everything that went along with your lousy relationship with Bucky. When you two patched things up, it was like everything fell back into place. The sun came out and the birds sang.”

You laughed with Carol as you entered the elevator and pushed the button with the number five on it.

“I guess it can happen again, right?” you questioned quietly, as you ascended to the third floor.

“It's possible. But don't hold on to what was. You can also chart a new path.”

You felt nervous. Your mind was predisposed to disaster. You had taken chamomile tea, but it had given you nothing more than a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, and you couldn't conceive that you could ever feel excited at the thought of talking to Bucky. Because what you were feeling at that moment could almost be related to panic. Despite the months that had passed and what you knew of his new version, you still panicked at the thought of talking to him alone.

You had been staring at the door for a while expecting him to show up at any moment, but it felt like you had been sitting there for hours waiting for the same thing. You hated feeling that uncomfortable tingling in your limbs and the nervousness whipping your stomach with an empty feeling. You especially hated it even more knowing that Bucky was the reason you felt this way. A year hadn't been enough time to get used to the idea, it seemed, and still your mind was reluctant to accept the truth. Even though you were aware of what it did to him, what your rejection made him feel, you still couldn't put yourself in a situation other than unwilling. It was like acting against your nature.

Carol had told you that she would tell Bucky to meet you because, like the others, you hadn't seen him again either. She knew where to find him so she told you not to worry about that.

She also told you that the reason everyone seemed to have fallen off the map was because they had started having missions much more often than before. Whoever was making life miserable for them and the rest of the population seemed to have been relentless for days. Carol told you that everything had been manageable until the beginning of last week, when the attacks and disappearances had been more frequent.

She then mentioned that it was unlikely that you would ever see everyone gathered in the same room for more than an hour again, or even a small group of them.

That was all he said.

You asked more questions, like who the person was who was causing these disturbances, or why they wre doing them, but she refused to continue the conversation. She said something about stress and trauma that you could barely understand, but her conclusion was that it was the doctor's express mandate not to talk to you about work. And it seemed that especially about that person who was wreaking havoc in the cities.

The door rang when you were deep in thought.

You moved your gaze just to meet Bucky's clear eyes. A choking sensation suddenly came over you.

His gaze was not tense, as you used to remember it, and he moved his body gracefully across the room; he no longer seemed to carry the sin of the world on his shoulders. His calm expressions made you feel more at ease, coupled with what you had lived and experienced with him over the past year, but you still felt the nervousness come back stronger.

“Carol told me you needed to talk to me.”

You watched him approach without moving an inch from your place at the table, and noticed his brow furrow in concern. At some point, you would have connected that expression with anger, with weariness or annoyance, but his warm, welcoming eyes made you feel like you had no reason to feel cornered.

“Yes, uhm… I wanted to talk to you about the team.”

“What?” Bucky spoke up instantly, his brow furrowing even more. “Have they been bothering you again? Because I was very clear last time-”

“No! That's not why. That's not what I meant,” you rectified quickly when you felt his tone of voice deepen. The lightness with which he used to address you seemed to have taken a vacation when he thought your time was still being disturbed. “I just wanted to tell you that… uhm…”

Damn nervousness. You interlocked your hands under the table and clasped them tightly. You tried to keep a cool expression so as not to alert the man in front of you, and the very thought struck you as odd.

“You didn't need to ask them to leave.”

You finally spoke, and when you looked back to see him, you could make out his peculiar grimace of confusion.

“I really appreciate what you're doing for me, Bucky. It's very… thoughtful,” you would never have thought you'd say all those words in the same sentence. “But I'd really prefer not to always be alone.”

You saw how his features remained mostly intact, but his eyes gave away what was going through his mind. He still looked confused, but he was already walking down the path you were putting together.

“I know what I said. My way of expressing myself was perhaps a bit over the top. But in my defense I didn't think you were going to go and ban them all from ever coming back in. I would never have guessed it.”

Bucky sighed, and you noticed at last how he relaxed his body. Ever since you mentioned the others, his shoulders had tensed and he had leaned forward as if ready to run off and hand out scoldings.

You watched his eyes wander over the table as you two lapsed into a silence that you couldn't tell if it was uncomfortable, comfortable, strange, not at all welcome, or welcome. You had mixed feelings about how to feel in the face of their silence. God, the things you'd come to…

“Okay,” you heard him reply after another few seconds in (un)comfortable silence. “So you'd prefer to see them more often, regularly, but just be less invasive. Something like that?”

“Maybe,” you nodded. “I don't know how I used to be before the accident, but I know that right now I don't feel as willing to talk about some issues.”

“That's okay,” Bucky nodded quickly at your words. “I'll talk to them then. I'll take what you tell me into consideration.”

You mimicked his gesture positively, and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

Okay, now what?

Before your head could start making a problem from the size of a pin to the size of a mountain, Bucky took the floor again.

“How have you been feeling? I mean, physically.”

You blinked a couple of times before answering.

“I've been fine. Sometimes I get a headache, but that's when I'm trying to remember something.”

You saw him nod with his full attention devoted to you. His brow furrowed, but this time in concentration, you were sure.

“You haven't been able to remember anything?”

“No, I haven't.”

You shook your head and felt that strange hopelessness hug your chest. You didn't like to think that sometimes people lived with a conception of you in their heads that you couldn't fill. You felt that they were always waiting for something. The expectation of one day seeing you and you being that person they used to remember. It was hopeless. You thought that no matter how hard you tried, you were never going to reach that version of you that had been erased from your head that everyone was used to. Why would that happen? Even with someone like Bucky, whose relationship between the two of you you didn't remember on good terms, you feared you couldn't exceed those expectations.

“You know,” the voice of the man in front of you brought you back to the present. You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts and focus on his words. “If you wanted to someday, you could get out of the Complex and go somewhere in the city. Maybe meet or just walk around.”

“Can I do that?”

Bucky frowned. “Sure. Why couldn't you?”

You looked down at your clasped hands.

“I don't know. I thought part of my recovery included always being here.”

“Ah. Well, that would be the most advisable thing to do, but as long as you're accompanied by someone I don't think there would be any downside.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You can ask anyone to accompany you. We all know the city well. And if that someone isn't busy, I'm sure they'd be happy to accompany you.”

“I definitely will. I've seen some interesting things online that I'd like to see in person.”

Bucky gave you a small smile before speaking. “Then get to work.”

And he stood up. Suddenly, you felt the panic sweep through you again. Was he going to leave already? You felt your heart drop to your stomach and you stretched out the fingers on your hands as he started walking.

“Well, I'll leave you. I have some mission reports to fill out. Report them to Fury before midnight. Most boring part of this job, honestly.”

Every word out of his mouth made him stand an inch farther away and you suddenly didn't like that feeling. You wanted to speak up and stop him, but your head was making you keep your mouth shut with your muddled thoughts hovering over every part of the room. You could almost see every possibility and every word clearly around the room. It was chaotic. You felt chaotic.

Bucky turned to see you, and when your gaze met his, everything stopped in an instant.

“You used to love doing that paperwork.”

The world slowed down to that moment. For a second, you could only perceive his body focused directly at you and his sparkling eyes that told you more than you could comprehend. You felt an itch in your fingertips and had the urge, for a second, to rush out to his side.

That was the part of you you didn't know. The part of you that your head was always fighting with. The memory of your body. The instincts that surfaced every time you experienced a strong feeling. Your head didn't remember it, but your body did. And your rationality was always fighting against the instincts of your body, because it was reluctant to a reality it didn't know. It was all so unfamiliar that you had no choice but to keep yourself in a constant tide of alertness.

There were never any dangers around you, but you always felt the need to be prepared to defend yourself.

That was one of those moments.

“A lot of things I hated to do you loved to do,” Bucky spoke again, this time redirecting his gaze elsewhere in the room as he seemed to be flooded with memories.

His longing face touched you and, for the first time, it looked like your body was going to beat your head.

You got up from the table and Bucky's head moved quickly, as if pulled out of a reverie. He watched you for a couple of seconds in silence, and when you said nothing, he shook his head.

“If you need me, I'm in B wing. Floor five. Room four.”

And without further ado, he turned around again, ready to leave the room.

“Wait!” you exclaimed louder than necessary. You cringed at how loud your voice came out and what it implied that it sounded almost like a prayer. It startled you, and you wanted to disappear when his body turned as he was about to grab the doorknob to open the door.

His eyes… his eyes told you everything. If only you knew the language they spoke; if only you could pay a little more attention; if only you could hold him a little closer…

You felt fear at the path your thoughts were taking. Your body's instincts were taking over the mechanism that kept you from losing your sanity.

“Y/N, you don't have to tell me anything. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable that I said that. I shouldn't have-”

“It didn't make me uncomfortable,” you replied quickly, interrupting him. “It's just… sometimes I don't know how to handle these emotions.”

Bucky nodded.

“I don't know how to… handle you.”

“Handle me?”

“Handle what you cause in me.”

You watched him take a big breath in, his shoulders moving noticeably as he took a deep breath. You didn't know if he wanted to talk or if he wanted to stay silent so you would continue, but you didn't give yourself much time to think about it.

“Sometimes I feel like this whole thing is beyond me, you know, but other times I feel a huge familiarity with what's around me and it's like I've been to that place a million times before.”

You let go of your clasped hands and felt exposed. Talking like that made you feel vulnerable, even though you sensed you should have had that kind of conversation with him before. But that didn't change the fact that the discomfort didn't go away, nor did the need to let him know.

You were barely processing the words coming out of your mouth as your own ears picked them up, as if you were automatically reciting the writing your heart has practiced. The things that part of you had been keeping quiet for a long time had found its way out of you, to express yourself because keeping quiet and silent was turning it into a slave of suffering.

“That's how I feel with you… sometimes. Like I can't handle what I feel and what I think, but other times I feel like I've seen you a million times already, that I've felt this way a million times. And that you've looked at me that way a million times too.”

Bucky stood static in front of you, and his eyes never left yours. The intensity with which his gaze penetrated yours almost made you cringe, because you might not understand all that he was silent and showing through his eyes, but boy was he a man who knew the power of expressing a feeling through the window of his soul. You could almost touch through the masses of air the love he used to profess for you. That he professed still.

“I don't even know what's right and what's wrong because my mind has a limited view of the whole situation. I want to remember and at the same time I'm terrified that I can't.”

“Nothing will change if you can't remember, Y/N.”

“Except everything will change if I never get my memories back. You know that. Don't tell me things like that to make me feel better.”

“I'm not doing that. I don't want to lie to you. I just don't want you to feel like you're failing everyone by not doing it. That's completely out of your will, you know that?”

Reluctantly you nodded. You longed mightily for his words to be a relief, but the storm of emotions didn't go away. On the contrary, the mess inside you grew much bigger. You seemed to feel things far more powerful than your mind could handle.

“The point is, I wish I could learn to handle it all. Because maybe that's the way back to what it was before. By learning to handle it, I'd also stop feeling like I'm going to explode just because you look at me or because you don't.”

“That might be true,” Bucky agreed with you, cocking his head to one side, and for the first time in several minutes his body moved across the room. He seemed to want to move closer to you, and you felt the entire space around you shrink into a small room. The distance was monumentally disastrous, and you didn't know if you wanted him farther away or closer. “Maybe surrounding yourself with familiar things might help you remember, do you want us to try?”

With the tone of voice he was managing, you didn't know if you were sure what he was referring to. You watched his body move closer and closer until you were barely a step away. As you watched him closer, you could tell more closely that he wore an expression you had never known before. He was so very, very relaxed, his eyelids drooping a little lower over his eyes; you didn't even notice any trace of the wrinkles that hinted that he was worried, stressed or confused. No, that expression was confident and calm, the way you feel just after taking a shower before going to bed. It was that kind of domestic, familiar, homey calm that provided the certainty of knowing you were in a safe place.

The Bucky you saw in front of you must have been the one he used to be before the accident.

“And how would we do that?” you could barely muster.

Bucky cocked his head to one side and grimaced as if he was thinking very hard about an answer. His gesture brought a smile to your face. Despite the tension that had suddenly formed between you, you didn't feel the need to run away. Rather, you felt enveloped, precisely, in a safe place.

“I could accompany you on a tour of the city.”

And the idea didn't strike you as crazy at all. In fact, when he had mentioned it, the only person you had thought you might ask had been him.

And you had thought that would be the most extravagant thing you could say to him.

“How about it?” Bucky added to his suggestion, a small lopsided smile gracing his face.

“Sounds like a good idea,” you nodded, your own smile lighting up your face.

The man in front of you nodded, that sense of reassurance never leaving him for a moment. You felt as if you were inside a bubble of unwavering peace.

“Would tomorrow be okay?” Bucky asked.

You pretended to think about it the same way he had before.

“Let me check with my schedule. You know I have very busy days.”

The laugh you drew from his mouth felt like the biggest of prizes. Still apprehensive to accept those emotions, even your mind yielded to the power of Bucky Barnes' melodious laugh. Your defenses were nil at that moment.

“All right. Fair enough.”

And in less than a second, he turned around to walk back in the direction of the door. You felt a chill run through you from the space he had been occupying in front of you.

“When you get your answer, you know where to find me.”

And he walked out of the room. That time you couldn't stop him.

You stood there for several seconds staring at the door trying to process what had happened. You felt like you had just come out of a trance and were experiencing the aftermath one after another without respite.

Your mouth also felt dry.

When you regained consciousness and came out of that space in your head, you began to make your way out of the room. Strangely you felt that something was missing. The interaction you had had with Bucky had felt like deja vu. And now that it was over it felt almost wrong.

You walked in the direction of the exit from that wing of the Complex that led directly to an entrance to the section where you were staying. On your way, you kept repeating Bucky's expressions and in the end his tone of voice so calm, so familiar and so unfamiliar that it had your heart doing somersaults.

You didn't even know at what point the whole situation turned against you. First you came completely reluctant to still accept that there was a part of you that seemed to act instinctively when Bucky was near, only to end up just inches away from him accepting that basically you could still perceive those love-related emotions that you didn't know how to interpret. But you wanted to, of course, you had to make that clear to him.

Your mind for the first time was at ease and your heart felt like it was where it belonged. Your guard was so low that you couldn't even foresee what would happen next.

Your vision went white, accompanied by an extremely sharp pain in the back of your head. You could barely groan from the pain as your knees gave way under the weight of your body and you fell to your knees a few feet from the door.

You felt your little heart pumping blood to its maximum capacity, but you couldn't process what was happening.

You closed your eyes tightly, a thunderous beeping sound echoed in your ears.

Suddenly all your senses were magnified exponentially. The ground above your knees felt so scratchy that even through the fabric of your jean you could feel the friction of the material with the dust molecules. What little wind you could feel coming directly from the air conditioner sounded so loud in your ears that it began to dull the sound of the deafening beeping. You didn't know how your vision was, but closing your eyes so tightly caused a strange pain in your eyelid and it didn't take long for the tears to start building up and sliding freely down your cheeks.

You didn't understand what the fuck was going on.

The only thing you remembered was Bucky in a million scenarios. A bunch of images all projecting at the same time inside your head. A hundred words and sighs. A countless amount of sensations.

You felt and perceived everything at the same time.

Until everything was silence and darkness.

Tag: @stray-npc

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waywardstation · 1 year

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Scrambled

After Akari’s memory gets scrambled by the effects of a confusion attack, she forgets almost everything, including who Ingo is.

I wasn’t expecting to write another one so soon, but I found myself with no internet connection and a lot of time to kill last night. I wrote this without any requests this time, as this is a concept I’d like to explore in much more detail later on!

OR read here on AO3!

Enjoy!

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“Besides the few cuts and scrapes, she’s not hurt.”

“She was unbalanced when I brought her. Is that still an issue?”

“That seems to have lessened some, and will get better over time. Many people affected had dealt with that initially.”

“She was experiencing difficulties finding words earlier...”

“Just another common side effect. That seems to have recovered as well; she was talking fine with me when I was examining her.” Pesselle could tell these answers weren’t really reassuring the largest worry that was still yet to be verbalized. “Everything else has more or less stabilized.”

Standing in the Galaxy Hall’s hallway, Ingo broke his gaze away from Pesselle’s to glance into her medical office. Akari was sitting on Pesselle’s examination table, with the medical corps captain’s crogunk sitting with her.

“Well, that is relieving, I suppose.” The warden felt a weight lift off his shoulders… most of it, at least. “But, can you hazard a guess as to how long her state of mind will be like this?”

Within the medical room, Akari looked up, seeming to sense Ingo was looking over at her from the doorway. But instead of a familiar warm grin, or a reassuring smile, she returned his gaze with a look of indifference… if not distant confusion hidden behind suspicion.

There was no recognition. Like she didn’t know who he was.

“Well,” Pesselle looked over her notes, moreso out of nervous habit than anything; Ingo’s own potent concern was starting to affect her own demeanor. “It’s hard to say. You have to understand, we haven’t really had anyone in the survey corps experience being hit with this many waves of Confusion at once. You’re sure it was four kadabra?”

Ingo broke his uncomfortable gaze with Akari, returning it back to Pesselle as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It was a massive mass outbreak. I would not be surprised if it was more.”

“Another outbreak? She needs to be more careful-“

“I can assure you, she was exercising just as much caution as I was.” Ingo stopped Pesselle’s train of thought before it got too far down those tracks. Akari had been making an effort to better mind her surroundings, and Ingo wanted to give credit where credit was due. “There was simply an unscheduled secondary horde that made itself known. Neither of us were quite prepared for it.”

If utilized right, the use of Teleportation could catch even the most aware targets off-guard.

Pesselle cleared her throat at the correction and folded her notes back up, tucking all the loose papers together. “Well then, the best I can suggest is really to just watch her for now. When affected by a case of Confusion, people seem to have recovered their memories within a day or so. But understandably, Akari might take a bit longer.”

“So it isn’t permanent at this severity.” It was a hopeful question phrased as a confirmation statement.

“I can’t say, but I have no reason to believe it wouldn’t be like the other cases, seeing as other things are already starting to return to her.” Pesselle wished she could offer more certainty. “Just stay with her, and make sure she’s alright until the effects wear off, and she recovers her memory.”

“Ah, Miss Pesselle,” The woman had turned to enter the office again, but Ingo hesitated, reaching out to tap her arm and keep her back. “She does not appear to recall who I am at all, and it seems she is not too keen on departing with me. I admit, I did not make the best first impression with Miss Akari in this scrambled state of hers.”

Ingo had collected the teen up in his arms and carried her across the Fieldlands as best he could, taking her back to a safe place as soon as she had crumpled in the tallgrass. But in retrospect, with her confusion-scrambled memories in mind, it had made sense when she had shouted and tried to shove off of him like she had no idea who he was, groggily coming to when slung across his shoulder. Normally, she would have clung tighter.

Akari generally was not someone who acted unfriendly or standoffish when first meeting new people - a memory scramble would not get rid of that entirely. But this experience was not nearly as pleasant as their actual first interaction when Irida introduced the two of them at the training grounds, where she had treated him with cautious friendliness.

So it was both understandable, and a feat, that Ingo had managed to get Akari to become skeptical of him.

“Supervising company like that may not go over well with her.” Ingo appeared troubled. Pesselle knew Ingo well enough to know he specifically meant his supervising company, but she didn’t exactly know what to offer in order to alleviate it.

“…It’s ok, I’ll let her know it’s alright.”

Pesselle stepped back into the room, and Ingo followed after; Akari looked up at the two of them as they did so.

Ingo did not like how the eyes of a wary stranger lingered on him.

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Ingo opened the doors to the Galaxy Hall, and Akari slipped out between them.

She did not joke about how she should hold the door for him instead, as one does for old people, like she normally would have.

She did not run through, telling him the last one to The Wallflower would have to pay for both their meals, and he was only giving her a head start by getting stuck holding the door (though Ingo was always perfectly content with that), like she usually did.

She didn’t even have the usual bounce in her step, just happy to be spending time with him.

She just walked through, giving him a casual side glance and uttering a ‘thank you’ as she did so.

Ingo’s frown tugged down. He followed Akari down the steps, standing off to the side as she looked down the dark strip of Jubilife Village’s storefronts. The sun had long set, and everything had closed hours ago, with the village asleep in its entirety under the dark night sky.

“Ahem,” Ingo cleared his throat. “…your unit is this way, Miss Akari.” He pointed in the direction of the gates. “Just past the Ginkgo Guild’s cart. It’s not too far.”

All Akari could manage was an ‘oh,’ as if she was already chastising herself for not remembering, while she fell into step behind him.

…Behind him, not by his side like she usually did.

It had taken some time for Pesselle to convince Akari that Ingo was someone she knew - immensely so - and not just some wilderness thief who had tried to take her belongings earlier.

Their prolonged conversation of reassurance had pained Ingo to listen to. Akari was just as unfamiliar with Pesselle as she was with him, but it was clear that she trusted the medical corps captain more than she trusted him.

And he felt he couldn’t blame her hesitance. Pesselle was Pesselle, with her reassuring bedside manners, and her disarming smiling. And well, Ingo was…

Ingo had gradually learned to become less conscious of his conventionally-intimidating appearance with repeated disregard over it from Akari, but the essential stranger staring at him made the familiar worries poke at him again.

It was strange seeing someone he cared about so much look at him like that.

Though in the end, Pesselle had convinced Akari, and she went with him, leaving the office with instructions to return daily for checkups on her memory, as well as gradually re-introduce herself to her Jubilife friends.

“Thank you,” Akari stayed behind him as he turned to head for her unit. “Um, I’m sorry about hitting you earlier when you were trying to help get me to safety. And shouting at you. And kneeing you...”

“It’s alright.” Ingo tried to reassure her as he kept moving forward, set on guiding her. And truly it would be alright, perhaps after the ugly teenager-knee-shaped bruise under his clothes had faded. “You were simply confused by what was occurring at the time, understandably so.”

Akari stayed uncharacteristically silent at that, simply humming in acknowledgement instead. Ingo didn’t exactly know what the Akari he knew would have said, but that was probably because the Akari he knew wouldn’t have even had this awkward small-talk conversation with him in the first place.

He just recognized that her courteousness, as polite as it was, seemed empty without the familiarity and warm recognition behind it. It seemed she still didn’t want to have anything to do with him.

Would she be this detached from everyone else? Surely to some degree, she would.

It made Ingo anxious for that familiarity to come back. And it would come back. But until then, it would be a long week.

#submas #ingo #warden ingo #akari #Pokemon akari #Pokemon legends arceus #Pokemon legends #Pokémon legends arceus #Pokémon legends #pokemon #pokemon fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #waywardstationfanfic

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vibratingskull · 8 months

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Frolicking at night

Tag: Oral (f receiving), PinV, creampie

Thrawnxf!reader

You mock Thrawn in his white jacket and earn a passionate night

You step out of the shower with a contented sigh. Finally! After six weeks on a dusty planet, a real proper shower. It really felt like paradise.

You tie a towel around your chest and scrub one on your hair. Putting on your underwear, you enter the empty room. Curious. Thrawn should normally be back at this hour, was there an emergency call?

You cross the room, feeling the cold hair biting your tender thighs, to the cabinet and open it to find your clothes. It is at this moment you notice it; through the mirror, laying there on the bed, his white jacket. Doubly curious, he would never part with it. You turn towards the bed to get a better look. You take it in your hands to examine,, the cut is extremely precise, you can clearly see the measurements of the chiss in this piece of cloth. You press it to your nose and deeply inhale the fragrance of your lover. You saw him just before taking your shower but you feel a pinch to your heart not having him close.

You turn back to the mirror and wonder; do you dare? You look at your reflection for a moment, and slip it on, trembling with anticipation. The jacket is obviously too big for you, but damn! You feel powerful and important. You turn around and look at yourself at every angle possible., You didn't realize it before but it is actually quite comfortable. You start posing like you were giving orders or posing for a recruitment poster for the Empire.

“Commodore, full alert! Put the Chimaera on maximum defense. Commandant, stand ready with your tie defender, we will get them!” You declaim with an exaggerated voice.

“So this is what you do when I am not here.” a cool voice coming from behind you.

You turn around with a squeal of surprise. You didn’t hear the door.

Thrawn stands before you, straight as ever with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at you with his incandescent eyes. His gloves and prominent muscles indicate to you he was training with his droids.

“Is that truly how I sound to you?”

He comes towards you with a stern and aloof expression but kisses your forehead tenderly.

“Yes you do” you murmur.

“I need this vest back, Ch'eo ch'acah.”

You pout at this.

“Hmmmmmm… No!”

Not missing a beat he extends his hands to take it, prepared, you deflect it and jump on him. Unbalanced, he falls on the bed with you on top. You pin his hands above his head and laugh.

“You’re my prisoner now!”

“What are the terms?”

“Life or death. However...” You rise above him and open the jacket to give him a good view of your chest. “...I'm willing to negotiate “

His eyes lingers on your breast, his hands on your waist, thinking about pros and cons.

“Then I shall convince you without fail.” He smirks

“Put this tongue to good use, Grand Admiral.” You lower yourself and kiss him.

You feel his hands traveling from your waist to your head and back, caressing your hair and holding you closer. Yours hold his face tenderly, like he is made of glass. How much you love this man! You open your mouth to let your tongues meet. You moan and roll your hips, feeling the desire rising.

Suddenly, he seizes one of your legs and rotates both of you smoothly to end up on top., You whimper in surprise. His kiss descends to your jaw and trailing down your neck with his tongue, he kisses your chest adoringly and continues to go south arriving at the hem of your panties. He stops and looks at you, resting his head against your thigh.

“Do you want this?”

You can’t speak, caught between excitement and a rising desire you can only nod vigorously, hoping to communicate your enthusiasm the best you could. He understands and slides your panties off, you lift your hips to help him and they quickly disappear at the edge of the bed. Getting back in position he kisses your thigh right above your mound and sucks the flesh to leave a hickey in your inner thigh. You hold your breath in anticipation, gripping the sheet in your hands you feel your body trembling.

He holds himself above you, letting his breath brushing your exposed clit. You gulp, praying for him to end your torment and finally start. Without warning, his head dive between your legs and start to lap and suck to his heart’s content. Your back arches violently under the pleasurable assault. It feels so good! The shameless sound of him eating you out diligently makes your head spin. You can feel your wetness increasing. His hand snakes their way along your waist pinning it in place, preventing you from getting away from him. One of your hands holds his while the other grasps at his hair, holding him there pressing him against your core. You’re slowly getting closer and closer. He keeps licking and sucking your bud like his life depended on it; alternating between circling your clit and rubbing it vehemently. You gasp and mewl, clasping your hand on your mouth to prevent any from leaving you. He stops and grabs your hands.

“Do not refrain. I want to hear all you have to offer. Chant ch'acah!”

Getting back to his urgent business he holds your hand, fingers intertwined with each other. He goes down twice as hard, doing his best to make you sing. He tortures your poor clit, kneading your soft and tender hips.

Digging your nails in the mattress, the sound of your pounding heart fading behind your moans. Your hips jolt so he holds you tighter with a guttural growl of his throat, like a predator satisfied with his prey. That’s how it feels, him chasing you and you chasing your orgasm. You can feel your pussy dripping wet on the sheets and Thrawn drinking from you, satisfying his thirst with your juice. Blood rushes to your cheeks and makes you moan even more., It feels wrong, it feels dirty but Maker it feels so good. Soon enough you feel a well known and satisfying sensation of waves crashing on you. You feel all your muscles and toes tensing from the pleasure. The only thing getting out of you is a strangled cry. Your pussy contracts on nothing, feeling infuriatingly satisfied and empty at the same time. Thrawn lets you go, licking his lips and wiping off his chin from your juices, looking into your eyes without any shame and a grin.

“Thank you, I was rather parched from the training session.”

You hide behind your hands with a pathetic whine, sometimes he really flusters you.

“No.”

You feel hands roaming around your waist and opening your bra, they roll on your skin, gripping your chest, firmly kneading your beasts. Those hands then slide to your arms and hands.

“You will not hide from me. Not now.I want to see all of you.”

You feel the strong grip of a fist on your hands, pulling them away from your face. He guides them toward something hard, warm and soft, you open one eye to see them on his stomach, feeling the muscles rolling under the skin as he removes his black shirt. You gulp at this vision, feeling suddenly thirsty too. You rise from your station, circling him with your arms and kissing his pecs, you let your hands roam through his strong back while listening to his heartbeat hammer against you. it misses a beat as you kiss him again. His head rolls backwards with a sighed moan. He strokes your cheek lovingly.

“Want to help me, ch’eo vir?”

You nod and open his pants, helping them slide off his hips. You take your chance to grab his ass,laughing. He rears in surprise and grabs your hands, you laugh at his pinched lips and squeal once again as he pushes you down. You bounce on the pillows and he crawls slowly over you with a low growl. You look at him with raised eyebrows and shove a pillow in his face.

“Quit the apex predator bullshit and kiss me.”

He kisses the palms of your hands and lower himself to you level until his lips can brush yours but doesn't go further., Without breaking eye contact he spread your legs, leaving you open and dripping. He kisses the tip of your nose and slowly enters you, letting you adjust to his length. You always liked this moment, feeling yourself filled by a warm and throbbing limb of your loved one. He pauses a moment to make sure you are comfortable and starts rocking his hips. You circle his waist with your legs, imprisoning him in your embrace, digging your nails in his flesh. He finds a fast, steady rhythm. you concentrate to meet your hips together and feeling a maximum of pleasure. The sloppy sound of the flesh quickly goes to your head and you start to see with brighter colors. You hold on to him for dear life, hearing his grunts as he moves faster chasing after your orgasm and his. You hold his face to kiss his forehead and lips properly, meeting his tongue with delight. As your hips meet you feel once again the wave rising in the distance, growing and as they approach. You breathe with difficulty, feeling it close, everything makes you dizzy, smells , sounds, skin to skin, you try to savor the moment the best you could before it crashes around you! In those final moments your hands search frantically for Thrawn’s.

“Ah… Thrawn, I’m close…” you pant.

“Call my name, ch'eo ch'acah!”

The waves finally crash upon you in a glorious way, you scream the name of your lover, blinded by a light you swear you could see stars shine. As you come down from your bliss, Thrawn’s movement becomes more and more erratic until he freezes in place, unloading himself in you.

Forehead to forehead, you let the tension soothe, letting your hearts calm down and taking back your breath. Holding you in his arms, Thrawn slides next to you and starts cradling you both.

At peace, you rest your heart on his chest listening to his heartbeat with a smile on your face.

@bluechiss, @exoplorationn

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leggerefiore · 10 months

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Equal Envy

cw: not really romantic, Emmet centric, feelings of inadequacy from Emmet,

pairing: Emmet/Reader

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Emmet was a proud man.

He felt many people would be in his position.

Having achieved a desired position in his career that mixed well with two of his beloved interests and being a noted hard to beat competitive trainer, he was proud.

He loved battling more than anything else. Nothing made him happier than difficult battles that still ended up with his victory in the end. These battles often took place on his favourite thing in the world, trains. He was a talented, respected trainer who worked in a career that fulfilled his needs. Yep, Emmet was contented.

Still.

He found himself struggling some days.

No, Emmet did not work alone. He was a part of a two car train. His older brother and identical twin, Ingo, worked alongside him. They were both teammates and fierce rivals. Equals. So similar yet just different enough.

The younger twin found a most odd predicament before him, quite regularly after their renown and titles as Subway Bosses has come in. No, Emmet had noticed long before that, actually.

People favoured Ingo over him. The internet was ablaze with posts of adoration and excitement about them both, but there was an obvious favouritism to his older brother. In person, people tended to excitedly call out to Ingo more frequently than they would for Emmet. Of course, as he had realised, this started even before becoming Subway Bosses and popular competitive trainers.

During their elementary school years, Emmet found himself struggling to communicate with others. Ingo often had to speak for him. His older brother was loud and talkative. His expression may seem dire and off-putting, but his tone of voice was friendly and welcoming.

Their high school years had a bit of a shake up when Ingo decided to have an interesting phase. Still, despite the heavy eyeliner and all black clothing, Ingo managed to attract more attention and comments than the plainly dressed Emmet. He had become better at speaking with people, but he rarely caught too much attention for himself in the greater populace.

When they had begun working as Depot Agents in Nimbasa, far away from their rural hometown, Emmet hoped to begin as an equal as Ingo once more. They were nearly impossible to tell apart at a glance in their matching green uniforms. It was frequently that their coworkers mistook them for each other and called them by the other's names. Emmet felt giddy. Finally, he and Ingo were back on the same level.

Until… Until when their coworkers easily caught on to which twin was who. The Ingo favouritism returned in full force. Many other Depot Agents clearly found a friend in that chatty Ingo. Emmet would talk, but he somehow failed to have the appeal Ingo had. It stung. Their battling skills were equally respected, but their people preference was unbalanced.

It was annoying for Emmet some days, but he had grown accustomed to it. Nearly three decades of living with it had made him understand that Ingo had a certain magnetism to him that Emmet lacked. Some people had said they preferred the younger's expressiveness to Ingo's lack thereof, but it simply was a rare few to the majority.

All the horny posts mostly remained about his older brother as his supposedly secret BDSM kink or mild posts praising his amazing announcement messages in the station. Fans clearly flocked to Ingo's more popular singular competitive battles.

Emmet felt a bit tired after a long day. This feeling weighed on his shoulders like a boulder. His brother would not be the target of his ire, their relationship much too important to him to let it truly get to him. Of course, that did not mean he could not mope about it.

Which he did.

He went to a favourite cake shop and sadly lingered in the long line. The flavour of cake he would order was swirling around in his feelings of inadequacy when he finally made it to the front of the line. A gasp snapped him from his own head as he stared at the server. Their eyes were wide, and their mouth hung open. Emmet tilted his head. Were they surprised to see him?

“A-are you Subway Boss Emmet?” their voice was filled with excitement. The twin nodded. Their hands clasped together, and a bright grin split their face. “Oh – I'm sorry, but you're just one of my favourite trainers,” they told him, “You play so aggressively and quickly in your double battles… I've been meaning to try to make it to you again.” Emmet felt taken aback by their words. Quickly, however, they snapped out of their giddy state and asked about which cake he wanted.

He placed his order and watched as they quickly boxed the cake and brought it back to the counter. Before leaving the shop, he turned back to them.

“Ride the trains more!” his smile was bright, “I love verrry strong trainers.”

They nodded back at him and grinned back.

Emmet felt stunned when he encountered the fan again on his line not too long after. An intense battle naturally followed, as were the rules of the Battle Lines, but the twin felt mortified. A loss? He hardly could believe it. Standing up straight, he watched as you called back your pokemon and walked towards him. A sweet smile on your face, you held out your hand to him.

“Man, that was hard,” you told him with a sigh, “The poison damage was about to get me…”

“Mhm! But you still managed to overcome it and beat Eelektross,” Emmet did not dare call his pokemon by its nickname in front of a trainer, “Verrrry good! Yep, you should ride the trains even more.” You nodded.

“… You're even cuter than I thought,” you said before slapping a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. Emmet normally would be a bit annoyed about being called cute, as he was much too used to it being used to baby him. He could forgive you, though.

“I could say the same to you,” he replied, “Most people usually prefer my brother over me.” You closed your eyes for a moment and hummed in contemplation.

“He does have a certain appeal to him, yeah,” you told Emmet as there was no point in lying, “But you seem more… Fun? Playful? I think you would do more things.” The twin giggled. What did that even mean? He did not think he cared.

“Mhm! Ingo is a homebody,” Emmet spoke easily to you, “I do get out more. In fact, I am planning to go out to a café on my break.” You looked intrigued. “I am Emmet, and I would like you to go with me! Let's be friends,” he held out his hand to you, which you shook.

Friends was just the beginning, though.

It would not be long until your relationship grew into something more romantic and affectionate.

Emmet felt smug when he later told Ingo that he had met someone that preferred the younger to the older. Ingo barely cared but gave a light applause and bravo before returning to his paperwork.

“I'm glad for you, Emmet,” the older brother told him, “However, I would prefer if you and your number one fan followed the safety regulations I know you have memorised while riding the trains together.”

“No!”

“I'm not asking. Stop.”

#emmet x reader #emmet/reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #emmet.ima

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kaiju-wolfdragon · 4 months

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(Finally done it!)

Tadc and the beanstalk

The crew was doing thier own business, but ragatha felt a little worried about jax, she came to the hallways to check on him, she made it to his door, she open his down and jax is not in there… Ragatha need to tell caine about jax's missing apprentices, she found caine as he was talking to zooble, the group gathered around to caine and some of them noticed that jax wasn't here and thinking no wonder it felt so quiet without jax for hours.

Caine said he didn't know what happened to jax but he had an adventure that will involving finding thier friend, caine snapped his fingers and then the ground starting to rumble uncontrollably leaving everyone shaking and bracing themselves about what's going to happened.

Then the tall beanstalk starts to sprout from the ground to the sky and that leaving everyone in shocked, Caine made the game called the beanstalk seeker, where they have to find jax before the “giant” will catch you or eat you, and that made couple of the members in terrified mood hearing about that.

Then caine disappears and everyone looked a little nervous about climbing up there while knowing that giant will get them soon if it finds them.

Pomni wasn't sure about this but decided to climb onto the beanstalk just to get things over with, ragatha followed pomni and the rest followed ragatha.

After climbing onto the beanstalk, they're on a cloud with a enormous house, far away from each other, they went around while going to the house, and to thier surprised it was bigger than they thought, it was huge!

The crew slid inside and it was a nice house in the inside, zooble just wanted to get things over it and tried to find jax so they can go back to the tent. They starting to look around everywhere to find jax before it's to late, while they're find jax, gangle heard snoring from the other room, she slid under the door and took peek from the room, then she saw purple fur, she then start climbing on the bed and then found out the giant….is actually jax….

Gangle stood there in fear, she can't believe that jax is the giant all along, she decided to warn them about jax, but then she slip and fall made a crashed oof, which it almost woke up the giant purple bunny, gangle ran out of the door warning about the giant, they wanted to know if jax's ok, before gangle starting to tell them, they heard yawning from the other room and they're starting to hide in thier places, and then jax the giant came out still a bit tried, but he wanted to get a quick snack before going back to sleep, he went to the pantry to get a snack and starts to eat them. Everyone but gangle was terrified about jax as a giant, gangle was scared she made a peep, it made jax hear that noise and and open his eye looking around looking what made that little sound, he past the table while to them his stomps made the ground shake and vibrate for them to kinda being unbalanced but still keeping quiet at the same time.

Then he heard something again, this time it was something different, he looked back at the table and saw a cup moving, curiously he went towards the cup and takes a peek inside and inside of it was zooble and kinger.

Jax smirked with his sharp teeth, zooble tried to defend themself from the giant purple bunny if he tries to do anything.. But they noticed something about him, he acting… quite different than his usual self, jax grabbed both zooble and kinger and stares at them deeply.

“Well, Little intruders came here? I guess this will be fun after all…” jax said with his hungry tone. Zooble yelled at jax told him to snap out of it, but there's no anvil, is he deeply gone for good? Will he'll be like this forever? Then while that happened, jax decided to eat them, he opened his glowing maw, as pomni, gangle, and ragatha watched it all happened seeing that jax is really not himself.

Then jax tossed both zooble and kinger into his maw, he snapped his jaw and starting to taste them, then he wanted to relax too, he grabbed the chair and sat down and the starts to lean on it to get more comfortable, after tasting zooble and kinger he swallowed both of them and rubbed his stomach and was very satisfied of thier taste, Jax yawned again and started to take a nap after woking up a bit early.

It's all down to ragatha, gangle, and pomni to save both zooble and kinger, and hopefully jax. Ragatha might had a crazy idea meaning someone has to get close to jax the giant. Pomni and gangle doesn't think that's a good idea, but it's for thier friends too.

Ragatha, pomni and gangle sneaks past the table legs to go to the chair legs, and then climbs on the chair legs to get onto jax's belly ragatha listen to his belly to contact zooble and Kinger to see if they're ok, zooble banged to the stomach walks which made him hiccup a little, pomni then got an idea, ragatha will try opened his mouth while zooble and Kinger will punch his stomach walls that'll make him hiccup a lot they'll jump out of his belly which means pomni and gangle gonna have to keep an eye on jax while he's asleep.

Ragatha starts to climb onto his fur to reach to his mouth which is closed, she gently tried to open his sharp mouth that will show glowing effects in his mouth, zooble starts punching his stomach a lot kinger probably helped them out and then jax starts to hiccup a lot which made them two bounce and then ragatha saw them and tried to grab zooble, but then zooble's antler hit his uvula and he woke up starting to cough them out and the rest of them fall off of him and landed onto the ground, they got up kinda in pain but then two giant stomps and a giant grinning shadow with glowing eyes show up upon them growling at them, then he starting to try to capture them and them they're starting to run away and hidding from jax the giant, he tries to capture them and now all of them are hiding from him, they needed a plan to get jax back to normal, gangle was scared and then saw a giant foot paw landed right next to thier hiding spot, they thought maybe caine will fix him, hopefully…

Then after the close it clear they tried to go back to the door, but then the giant paw slam down in front of them made the back up while jax smirks evily trying too catch all of them.

The crew starts to split up and starting to hide from him, “So you little pest, i guess we're gonna play hide and seek, and i'm it~” he said.. He then starting to walk around trying to find them.

Pomni and the rest kept quiet trying to get out of here, kinger was shaking but then saw something that can help, zooble saw it too and then starting to make a plan again it would be risky, but it could work.

For a while jax is still trying to find them then ragatha yelled at his attention made him slowly turn to Ragatha and growled, ragatha might be scared but she has to do this to change jax back what he was before and not as an regular giant like he was now.

She ran and jax starting to chase her, the rest of the crew ran to the door and went to the beanstalk to climb down but pomni and gangle looked back at the place where they came from worried about ragatha and jax, but Ragatha was managed to run out of the doorway and the jax opens the door angrily and still chasing them “STOP RUNNING!” They heard.

Ragatha kept running away from jax the giant, pomni and gangle tried to help ragatha to keep up with the rest, but then jax finally caught them, he was tired from all that running they did but he capture them, they're both terrified of jax they tried to snap him out too but it's no use, it's like his memories was replaced thinking he's just a giant terrorizing everything.

He put them in his pocket and starting to walk back into the house dealing with those three, maybe keeping them as pets or just eat them.

Meanwhile with zooble and kinger, they told caine about what happened up there and that the giant was actually jax this whole time, caine in shocked about what happened up there and he looked nervous about it as there's something about him what he did in the first place.

Caine then flew up to the beanstalk and saw the house and went inside watching what his about to do, Jax on the other hand was just doing a little fearplay to all three of them, his claws tapped on the table slowly he's trying to decide who to eat first.. Then he made the decision, he decided to eat gangle first, he picked up gangle and starts to taste her, gangle was terrified when he does that, he likes gangle's taste, she tasted like candy strawberries, he opened his maw and slowly about to put her in, pomni and ragatha tried to stop him but then caine came by and starting to stop jax from eating gangle, jax dropped gangle and starts to struggle and growling like a monster.

Caine used his magic abilities to snap his mind out made him back to his normal self, he then was dizzy and confused about what's going on, he looks at himself and the others, he was very confused of what's going on.

Caine confessed that it was him all along, but he didn't know the effects will made him turn into a giant monster like he is, ragatha stared at caine angrily that he would do such a thing to jax!

Jax then remember how did this happened, he said that he's gonna do something to him that involves making a next adventure, which it teleported them to the giants house, but the magic was gone wrong and made his mind replaced as a giant and made himself 20x bigger than himself, and he doesn't remember who he really was and now he'll just act like this for a long time, caine tried to fix his size but he doesn't work on him anymore so stuck like this forever unless he'll get some updates from this digital word.

Jax shrugs, maybe he'll get use to this new size anyways, and maybe this can be his new room and they can visit there more often and he can visit the digital circus since it's big enough for him anyways. Caine let jax moved again and picks up the three of them and puts them in his pocket, he went outside and then starting to climb down reaching to the digital circus, zooble and kinger backed up trying to defend themselves from jax, well mostly for zooble, but jax was himself but he'll get a little teasing to both of them thinking that he's still not himself getting to crush them.

As he lift his foot up on them he was about to step on those two, kinger screamed in fear but them jax laughed and put his foot down away from those two, “oh you shouldn't see the looks on your faces! You was afraid that i'll crush you just like that” he laughed, after he's done laughing, he grabbed out pomni, ragatha, and gangle out of his pocket and puts them down, zooble wanted to know how did this happened.

Gangle said that it was caine's idea that made him like this. Zooble was furious and went to find caine to get the piece of thier mind, Ragatha was so glad that jax was himself again, well most likely, but at least the giant was now at our side but still will try to do some teasing with his new giant size..

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