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fvsm4x · 4 months

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☆FIRST LOVE [Gojo Satoru]

☆ SUMMARY: Months have passed since you slept with Gojo. And during that time, gojo seemed to avoid you, hurting your feelings in exchange without knowing.

— C.W: Gojo Satoru x female reader , angst to fluff

— WORD COUNT: 2k+

— TAGLIST: @starlightanyaaa @froufrousnowman @101strawberries101 @dazaisfavgf @the-lazy-perfectionist @prettyfacedream

JJK MLIST | GOJO SATORU MLIST

It has been a considerable amount of time since the last interaction you had with Gojo. Days turned into weeks, and then a whole month passed by. And now, two months have gone by since that unforgettable night when the two of you shared an intimate connection after getting a little too tipsy in a bar.

However, ever since that night, something changed. Gojo started to distance himself from you, avoiding any kind of interaction and making a conscious effort to stay out of your way. It's as if he's intentionally ignoring your presence, and any attempts to reach out to him through calls or texts are met with silence, with the messages sitting in the "delivered" status but never being read.

The pain in your heart is almost unbearable. You find yourself constantly questioning what went wrong, racking your brain for any possible misstep or disappointment that could have caused this sudden shift in Gojo's behavior. The thought that the night you shared was a mistake weighs heavily on your mind, causing immense emotional distress and self-doubt.

What makes this pain even more agonizing is the fact that you have harbored deep feelings for Gojo since your teenage years. From the moment you first laid eyes on him, there was an undeniable attraction and admiration that only grew stronger with time. The realization that he may not feel the same way about you is a devastating blow to your heart and soul.

But you find it difficult to place the blame solely on Gojo. After all, he is not just an ordinary person. In the world of jujutsu sorcerers, he holds immense importance and influence. He is widely recognized as the strongest sorcerer, possessing unparalleled strength and abilities. Not only that, but he has been blessed with not just one, but two curse techniques, making him a force to be reckoned with. His very existence has the power to shift the delicate balance of the world.

In contrast, you see yourself as someone insignificant in comparison. While you do possess the ability to see curses, just like Gojo, you feel like a mere observer in the grand tapestry of the jujutsu world. You don't hold any significant position or power, and you struggle to find a sense of usefulness or importance in comparison to someone like Gojo.

But little did you know, gojo had a reason for doing so.

Ever since that night you two shared, gojo started to harbor feelings, he had never felt before, it felt weird. As if butterflies were flying around in his stomach and his heart always skipping a beat when he sees you.

The mere thought of you brought a deep blush to his cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness whenever he was in your presence. It was as if his entire world had been turned upside down, and he couldn't quite comprehend the intensity of these newfound emotions.

He had never experienced this kind of feeling before, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. It was a strange sensation that consumed him, making him feel like he was on the verge of death if he didn't see you. Thinking he might be sick, he sought out Shoko and poured out his troubles to her.

Sitting in front of Shoko, who calmly sipped her warm coffee, he couldn't contain his panic any longer. "Shoko, I think something's wrong with me. I feel like I'm dying!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his chair and pacing back and forth in the room.

"The mighty Gojo Satoru is sick? That's a first," she joked, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. It was rare to see the strongest sorcerer in such a state of distress.

"I'm serious, Shoko! Every time I see her, I feel strange... My face turns red, my stomach does somersaults, and my heart skips a beat!" he whined, desperation evident in his voice. "Am I going to die, Shoko?"

Shoko looked at him with wide eyes, taking a moment to process his words before asking, "Do you mean y/n?"

Gojo nodded, his expression filled with worry. "Yeah..."

Setting her coffee down on a nearby table, Shoko turned to Gojo with a mischievous smirk. "Oh no! You‘re going to die satoru." she sarcastically exclaimed.

Gojo's eyes dropped immediately as his panic intensified. "What? But I can't die yet... I'm still young."

Narrowing her eyes at him, Shoko chuckled softly. Gojo approached her, placing his hands on either side of her, trapping her against the chair. "Why are you laughing?!" he shouted, his grip on the chair tightening.

"Do you want to know the name of your sickness, Satoru?" Shoko asked, leaning against her palm.

"Of course!" he replied eagerly.

"You're lovesick," she stated matter-of-factly.

Gojo's eyes widened at her words. Lovesick? Did that mean he was in love with you? The mere thought of it caused his face to flush a deep shade of red. "W-what!? No, I'm not in love with her," he denied, his voice wavering.

"Look at you, all embarrassed... I can't believe the all-mighty Gojo Satoru has finally fallen in love," Shoko sighed. "I feel bad for y/n."

"What am I supposed to do?! I've never been in love before," Gojo whined, his distress evident.

"Well, talk to her more often, take her out on dates... I don't know much about love, I've never experienced it myself, who knows maybe she‘s feeling the same." Shoko suggested.

"But... I've been ignoring her for the past two months," Gojo confessed.

"Oh," Shoko facepalmed. "Why are you so stupid.“

„I‘m not stupid!“

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you entered the room, clutching some medical papers in your arms. "Shoko, I got the-" you began, but your words trailed off as you looked up and took in the scene before you.

Your heart momentarily stopped as you saw Shoko sitting in the chair, with Gojo leaning over her, his hands on either side of the chair, effectively trapping her inside. A wave of unease washed over you. Had you interrupted something? They were too close for your comfort, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was something going on between them. Was that why Gojo had been ignoring you?

The pain in your heart was palpable, and your once bright smile faded into a crestfallen expression. With a heavy sigh, you cast your gaze downward, unable to bear the sight before you any longer. "Sorry for interrupting," you managed to utter, your voice laced with disappointment and a hint of resignation. "I'll bring the papers back later." Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heels, your footsteps heavy with a mix of sadness and frustration, and closed the door with a loud thud.

"Wait!" you heard a voice call out from behind the door, but you continued walking away, unable to bear the sight of them together. The sound of their voices faded as you distanced yourself from the room.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Gojo removed himself from the chair and took a step back, his gaze fixed on the closed door where you had stood just moments ago. His thoughts were interrupted by a voice, breaking through his contemplation.

"Don't drag me into this," Shoko's voice cut through the silence, her eyes boring into Gojo's. He met her gaze with a glare, unsure of how to respond.

"She probably misunderstood. Go talk to her before it's too late," Shoko advised, her tone firm. "Now, whoosh," she added, pointing her finger towards the door. "Get out."

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Over the next few days, something strange happened. Instead of Gojo avoiding you, you found yourself avoiding him. Even though Shoko had encouraged him to talk to you, he still kept his distance. Deep down, Gojo knew he was in love with you, but he didn't know how to act around you.

He was scared of doing something wrong and embarrassing himself. He couldn't quite grasp the fact that he was in love with you. He thought it was just a small crush that would eventually fade away, but it didn't. Every day, he felt more desperate to talk to you, but he couldn't bring himself to approach you.

Then, one day, you bumped into him while he was on his way to a mission. You couldn't take it anymore. Your heart hurt every time you wanted to talk to him but held back. The constant avoidance had taken a toll on you, and the pain of unspoken affection had become unbearable. You couldn't bear the uncertainty anymore and wanted to confess your feelings to Gojo, even if it meant facing rejection. You just wanted closure, hoping that even if he didn't feel the same way, you could move on from this torment.

So, there you were, standing behind Gojo as he walked towards the car that would take him on his mission. He was avoiding you again, but this time, you decided to take a leap of faith. You called out to him, "Satoru!" He flinched and turned to meet your gaze.

"Satoru," you spoke with a shaky breath, "You know, back in our teenage years, I had this crush on you. Silly, right? I mean, I never thought it would lead anywhere. We were friends, and I kept my feelings under wraps. Fast forward to that night we spent together – it felt like a breakthrough. I let myself hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between us. But then you started avoiding me like I had the plague, and it hit hard. But, you know, I tried to brush off the awkwardness, thinking maybe I misread things. Yet, every time we crossed paths, it felt like there was this unspoken tension, a lingering question that neither of us dared to ask. I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, and it was driving me crazy. So, here's the deal, Satoru – If you don't see us as more than friends, I want you to say it. I'm not asking for poetic rejection; I just need the truth. So, Satoru, whether it's a yes or a no, I just need to hear it. I'm not looking for pity or grand gestures, just a straightforward answer.“

Your breath hitched with each word. Your gaze, usually steady, faltered, found solace in staring at the ground, avoiding the intensity of his eyes.

Gojo's eyes widened in surprise as your words hit him. He turned around completely, staring at you in disbelief. His breath hitched, and he felt his heart racing unexpectedly. Your confession catched him off guard,

In an instant, Gojo's initial disbelief transformed into a genuine smile, a glimmer of happiness breaking through. Without a second thought, he closed the distance, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Your attempt to speak was interrupted by his sudden hug,

"I've been an idiot for avoiding this for so long." He whispered

You tried to gently push him back, insisting, "I just need an answer, satoru" but Gojo held on,

"That scene you saw with Shoko wasn't what it seemed," he admitted, a sheepish smile forming. "I was actually talking to her about my feelings for you. I realized I've been an idiot for not realizing it sooner." He continued, "After that night we spent together, I started feeling all weird – butterflies and my heart doing somersaults. I thought I was sick or something, so I avoided you. Stupid, right? But now, I don't want to run away from it anymore. I like you, Y/N."

Your eyes widened at Gojo's unexpected confession. The weight of the unspoken feelings suddenly lifted, "Wait, you... like me?" you stammered, trying to process his words. Gojo chuckled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck

"Yeah, more than I thought. I was just too dense to realize it. And I'm sorry for avoiding you; I thought I was going crazy with those feelings."

Gojo, still smiling, took a step closer. "So, how about we stop avoiding and start enjoying these feelings?" he suggested, his gaze softening. Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, yet lingering kiss.

#[♡’—𝐟𝐯𝐬𝐦𝟒𝐱‘𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬｡•́]#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #gojo angst #gojo saturo

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touyaz · 2 years

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I js know oikawa's foreplay game is outta this world. the way he kisses your neck before even touching you >>>>>>

#DEVASTING HONESTLY.#I've actually been so sick w this thought lately like. js him burying himself in the crook of your neck. giving a lil lick before kissing u #he's so skilled w his mouth trust me.#the way he teases your skin btwn his teeth so so sooo lightly . unrivalled. UNPARALLELED.#and you know he could do that shit for hours on end just to rile you up 😩😩😩#i need him so bad u don't understand #wintext

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because--palestine · 4 months

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youtube

The presentation by Adila Hassim SC, counsel and advocate for South Africa against Israel, to the International Court of Justice

Palestinians in Gaza are subjected to bombing wherever they go. They are killed in their homes, in places where they seek shelter, in hospitals, in schools, in mosques, in churches, and as they try to find food and water for their families. They have been killed if they failed to evacuate, in the places to which they fled, and even while they attempted to flee along Israeli declared “safe routes”.

The level of killing is so extensive that those whose bodies are found are buried in mass graves, often unidentified. [...]

Israel has killed an “unparalleled and unprecedented” number of civilians, with the full knowledge of how many civilian lives each bomb will take. [...]

This killing is nothing short of destruction of Palestinian life. It is inflicted deliberately. No one is spared, not even newborn babies. The scale of Palestinian child killings in Gaza is such that UN chiefs have described it as “a graveyard for children”. The devastation is intended to and has laid waste to Gaza beyond any acceptable legal, let alone humane, justification.

Note: Adila Hassim are two Arabic words: Adila is the feminine form of "just" or "fair"; and Hassim means decisive.

#endisraelsgenocide #palestine #free palestine #south africa #icj #isreal #ethnic cleansing #ethnostate #apartheid #resistance #Youtube

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simplyavatrice · 10 months

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Really interested to know what your, say top 5, Alba being an incredible actress moments are? As in times when you feel you can truly see her talent and immense range. I mean you always can tbh, but which moments really stand out to you?

alright okay this is a great question and i'm in such a good fucking mood today (thank you toya turner)

so i'm gonna keep this in the warrior nun realm because that's most of what i've seen of her (outside a few episdoes of her portuguese shows and mrs harris goes to paris)

so top 5 alba acting moments

5. JEALOUS AVA - like let's be real, this moment made the entire fandom feral and alba's ability to convey emotion with expression is unparalleled and she went full fanfiction angsty jealous pining here and it was amazing

4. this whole scene when she asks bea to run away with her. the hopeful and almost terrified expression on her face the whole time she's talking about the life she wants to spend with beatrice away from all of this, and then the DEVASTATING reaction when bea tells her no is just heartbreaking

3. when mother superion tells ava that she killed herself and ava vehemently denies it because holy shit all she's ever wanted was to LIVE - like look at her, look at all the different emotions on display here. anger, frustration, heartbreak. ugh, so so good

2. THE LOOK, i have never seen some one physically capture the 'oh' moment like alba does here. where she finally sees beatrice out of her habit and with her hair down - smiling and dancing and being her true self. alba literally displays falling in love with a single look

this whole scene on the beach. from the way she takes in the ocean and breathes in the air, to where she goes sprinting across the beach because she finally can to finally just collapsing into sand and carrying so much unbridled joy she can't even contain it. alba made all of us fall in love with ava in this moment and us fighting so hard for season 3, wanting to see her get her happy ending, started here when we all saw how much she deserved it

#alba baptista #warrior nun #ava silva #avatrice #jdskafj;ksa

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azrielhours · 1 year

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The Flirting Game

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Synopsis: Reader and Az flirt around each other lots. He shoots her down bc he doesn’t feel like he deserves her. She tries to move on but he intervenes.

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“What are you doing?”

You looked up to find Azriel entering the threshold.

Your cheeks heated. “I was just trying to put my bracelet back on.”

“In the kitchen?” Azriel smiled, bemused.

You offered a coy smile. “You got any objections, Shadowsinger?”

Azriel’s brows rose. “Can’t say that I do,” he countered without missing a beat.

You shrugged. “I just took it off because I was doing some dishes.”

He studied you for a beat; one of your hands lay on the counter atop the jewelry, the other poorly attempted to latch the two ends together.

You watched Azriel as he watched you, not knowing what to do with yourself. “Let me,” he finally said.

He walked towards you at your nod of consent, standing right in front of you, making you stand straighter at the sudden proximity. He carefully picked up the ends of the bracelet. You ignored how delicately he brought the chain over your wrist, how gentle his caress was where he grazed your skin. You took a steadying breath, staring at his hands as they worked to avoid staring at his face, mere inches away from yours.

“I can’t get the clasp,” he muttered, that baritone voice resonating right into your curling insides. You raised your wrist for him, holding your arm horizontally at chest level. He gripped the ends and tried again. With his focus on the bracelet so close to your face, this time you didn’t resist studying his devastating face. His brows were slightly furrowed in concentration. His jaw was set as he worked.

His beauty was unparalleled.

To your regret, he successfully clasped it. “There.” He met your gaze. His fingers just barely grasped your wrist between his thumb and index. You began lowering your arm, your stare remained fixed on his. His featherlight caress held in place as his hand lowered in time with yours. He held your stare, throat bobbing.

“Thank you,” you breathed, unsure how to keep the space between the two of you empty, but words weren’t enough to displace the tension.

His eyes travelled from your eyes to your mouth. Back to your eyes. The fingers on your wrist tightened ever so slightly. The lightest pressure, yet it had the heaviest bearing on you. That pressure turned to a soft stroke of his thumb. You shivered.

Then he withdrew his hand. “No problem.” He took a step back. You frowned slightly. Did you misread his intention? You broke his gaze, turning your body so it was parallel with the counter again.

“Do you… um, want some soup? It’s what I was making,” you tried weakly, attempting to clear the air.

You finally turned to look at him. He was watching you with that hunger in his eyes from before. Then he blinked and it was gone. “No. Thank you, I have to go meet Cassian.”

You nodded, breaking his gaze again. “Okay.” You didn’t look back up to see him as he left without another word, leaving you as confused as you just were tempted.

You didn’t see Azriel again for the rest of the day.

In the library, you looked for the right author section by section in lieu of the Dead Trove research on Rhys’s command. More like Rhys’s suggestion, but anything to take your mind off a certain hazel-eyed spymaster sounded swell. He had you wrapped completely around his finger and didn’t even know it.

Your fingers stalled on a book spine as the strange occurrence in the kitchen the day before played through your mind. How he’d eyed your lips, how close he’d been to—

“Slacking on the job?”

You started, turning to find the tenant of your thoughts.

Azriel tutted. “The High Lord will be hearing about this.”

You smiled. “What’s it to you?”

His brows rose playfully. “I ask the questions.”

“Is that so?”

“Indeed it is.”

You nodded in challenge. Trying your hand again at flirting with him seemed futile, yet he made it come so naturally. “I was doing just fine until you came along.”

His eyes narrowed. “So now I’m the problem.”

“Mhm. You’re trouble.”

He just stared down at you, making it hard to hold his gaze. You swallowed. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”

Azriel huffed a laugh. “Some of us actually have to do work around here.”

“I don’t know if I’d call distracting me work,” you quipped.

He cocked his head. “I don’t know if I’d call stroking the books work.”

You laughed. “That’s actually the best way to absorb the knowledge. Didn’t you know?”

“Odd method, but whatever gets the job done.”

Out of words to say, you let yourself shamelessly stare. He stared right back.

The silence was stifling under his gaze. You turned back to the books. “Are you a big reader?”

“Allegedly.”

You turned back to face him, feeling emboldened. “Hmm. So you’re not just a pretty face, then.”

Azriel’s surprise betrayed him for only a moment, before he broke your gaze, blushing. You caught his small smile before he turned to face the bookshelves. Shit. Too bold. You turned to face the books too. “Enjoy your book stroking, Y/N.” You tensed at the gentle rejection, face burning.

You frowned at the books, offering no response in the wake of your shame. Azriel swiftly made his way to the exit at your silence. God, that was mortifying. Did you truly misread his tone again? But he’d smiled at the comment. The confusion blurred the sharp edges of embarrassment, making it marginally more bearable.

It took a few moments to settle down, but once you finally did, you steeled your nerves and yielded to the wall emerging inside you.

No, you didn’t misread his tone twice. But you wouldn’t let him shoot you down a third time.

You were determined to have a good night, even if it was just to recover from Azriel’s light rejection. You surveyed the room, unabashedly taking in the males around you, looking at the attractive ones from head to toe, from one to the other, onto the next.

Mor was appalled when you’d told her what Azriel said. Enjoy your book stroking my ass! He’d know a thing or two about lonesome stroking. Asshole. She’d helped you get ready for the party, some formal event crawling with officials.

An opportunity.

You weren’t a quitter by any means, but a girl can take a hint. If he wanted to play games, you could too. The hot and cold one just wasn’t your pick of the litter.

Azriel sat on the opposite end of the room, nursing a drink as he conversed. You didn’t miss the way he immediately looked for you upon entering the room, the heft in his gaze as he took you in in your dress. You’d looked away.

Of all the hints you’ve been dropping this week, that was the one he chose to take.

You made it a point not to look his way since, and he hadn’t looked your way either.

You were sitting on the arm of a couch, sipping leisurely on your drink as you continued your scouting. Sons of lords and ladies, emissaries, warriors—the selection was not bad at all.

“I didn’t know the high lord made courtiers out of hawks,” a voice drawled to your left.

You turned to find a male leaning against the wall. You cocked your head at him in confusion.

“You’ve been assessing the crowd like a huntress all evening.”

You shrugged. “Nothing wrong with a little spectating.”

“Can’t argue there,” he smiled. “I’m Andri.” He extended a hand, which you took to shake. He raised it to place a kiss on it. “High Lord Kallias’s son.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you offered. Nice indeed. His mother was a beauty, and he’d clearly inherited her sharp features. A rosy tint on his porcelain skin. Tousled white hair. Striking icy eyes.

“You’re the night court emissary?”

You turned your body to face him, so your crossed legs hung off the side. “Emissary, advisor, part-time academic, I suppose.”

The familiar sensation of Azriel’s shadows swirling around your feet momentarily distracted you, but you kept your eyes glued on Andri.

“Sounds like a handful.”

You offered a smile. “Gotta occupy my free time somehow.”

His gaze endured. “I haven’t seen you before. Does Rhys keep you locked away?”

You laughed. “Something like that.”

He stepped forward so his legs brushed your knees. He reached for your hand. “I’d like to see you more,” he muttered.

The dejection from earlier gnawed at your stomach as you weighed your options. Without looking, you knew Azriel was listening to your conversation. Just like you weren’t looking his way, but you could see him downing his drink in your peripheral vision. So you placed your hand in the open palm, and Andri pulled you to him, raising you to your feet.

A glass suddenly slammed into a table.

You both turned to see Azriel standing abruptly. He made his way to you. You froze, not knowing what to expect. Once he made it to you, he took a deep, steadying breath, staring right into your eyes. “Azriel,” you breathed.

You were almost fearful for Andri’s safety. You removed your hand from his and braced it tentatively on Azriel’s chest on instinct. Azriel brought his hand up and placed it over yours. His hold was alarmingly gentle in contrast to the reaction he just displayed. “Y/N,” he exhaled.

“Yes?”

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

The rejection from before came crashing down on you. You pulled your hand out of his hold. Your hurt must’ve shown in your eyes, your irritation, because Azriel’s mask of authority and contained fury faltered. Regret flashed in his eyes, just enough to tip the scale. “Okay,” you said tensely. You let him lead you to the balcony.

Mor, bless her heart, immediately jumped into action, bounding for Andri to do damage control.

Out on the balcony, you crossed your arms across your stomach. He leaned over the railing overlooking to city, steadying himself as you waited patiently. When he turned back to look at you, gone was the anger from before. “I’m sorry,” he began.

You eyed him warily, nodding for him to continue.

“I didn’t mean to get angry.”

You shrugged. “It seems you don’t mean a lot of things.”

He winced. “Y/N. It’s not like that.” He walked to stand directly before you.

“What’s it like, then?”

He took a deep breath. “You don’t… you don’t understand.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Tell me,” you tired a touch more gently.

He looked at you with visible pain in his eyes. Whatever he couldn’t say was eating him up inside. More silence followed as he tried and failed to get the words out.

“Az,” you stepped toward him, reaching forward for his hand. You stopped yourself, retracting your hand. “Tell me,” you whispered.

“I can’t.”

You huffed, exasperated. “Okay. I’m going back inside then.”

You tried to walk away when he suddenly grasped your elbow, halting you. “Don’t see him,” Azriel said.

“What?”

“Don’t see him.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” he gently pulled you back to where you stood before, both his hands now bracketing your elbows. “Because, Y/N. You’re mine,” he rasped.

You faltered, unable to hide the shock on your face. You brought your hands onto his chest but couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. “You don’t mean that,” you breathed.

Azriel’s eyes screwed shut for a moment. “Do you have any idea,” he rasped lowly, “how fucking hard it is to stay away?”

You stared blankly, hands still braced on his chest. Not one thought in your mind.

“You have no idea, Y/N. No idea.”

“But why?” you breathed. Your pain shone on your face to match his.

“Because.” An inhale. “I don’t—I don’t deserve you.”

“What?” you balked. Was he being serious? “Azriel,” you huffed in disbelief. “What?” you repeated, at a loss for words.

“You’re just… you’re good, and kind, and you’re full of life. I don’t want to take that away,” he spoke lowly. Like speaking any louder would make it more real.

“Az,” you breathed. “I feel like you’re overestimating your powers a bit there.”

He frowned in confusion.

You continued. “You can’t take away any part of me. And you’re not some…corroding entity.”

He cracked a smile, despite himself.

“You’re also good and kind and—and everything I’ve wanted. You make me feel alive, Az.”

Azriel moved his hold to your waist. You could feel his heart racing beneath your hand.

“Haven’t I made it obvious I was into you?” you offered a small smile.

Azriel grinned in return. “Well, yeah, your flirting wasn’t exactly subtle.”

You shrugged. “Can’t help that you’re my favourite batboy.”

His smile endured. “So you’re not just a pretty face, then.”

You laughed. “Hey!” you tired sounding offended, but his laugh made you beam.

He pulled you closer. “You’re my favourite.”

“But I’m not a batboy.”

“Stop ruining the moment,” he chuckled.

You smiled up at him, and you couldn’t stop smiling even as he kissed you. Didn’t stop smiling when he finally broke away and led you back inside.

He leaned down to whisper, “we probably jeopardized Night Court relations with Winter.”

You grinned up at him. “You win some, you lose some.”

He smiled down at you, nothing but happiness lighting up his eyes. “Indeed.”

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 1 month

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The Princess delivered such a clear & well written statement for the layperson. She displayed unparalleled poise, courage, and compassion under the harshness of the global spotlight.

I feel for her. Unlike Charles (IMO), Catherine never anticipated that she might have been battling cancer symptoms. Hearing the pathology results was devastating. They deserve our compassion.

And yet THIS:

Knowledge is Power

I already created a post to help the layperson better understand "preventative chemotherapy."

The use of preventative chemotherapy means Catherine's lymphatic system is concerning and warranted aggressive action to ensure that she is cured of this disease.

Sometimes a malignant tumor is removed and the body is cancer free [Sarah York/Guiliani Rancic].

Thankfully Catherine's magins are cancer free as there is no evidence the cancer metastasized.

Despite those cancer free margins, the cancer gained access to the lymph channels (not her lymph nodes), hence she was prescribed a course of a "preventative" form of poison (chemotherapy) to arrest & annihilate the wandering cancer cells in every system of her body. 😥

#cancer confusion #hope #oncology primer #healing #get ready for the propaganda #sussex sewer #megxit #kate #catherine the princess of wales #cancer survivor #knowledge is power

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hotnbloodied · 8 months

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OOOH I NEED MORE OF FWB! YANDERE, IT SOUNDS SO GOOD.

I wasn't expecting an ask for one of my originals! 😲 Of course, I'm happy to oblige! More Yan!FWB 😉

Yan!FWB X Reader

(Original post here // This is technically part 2)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic among other topics and situations.

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

When Yan!FWB first met you, of course he thought you were just the same as everyone else. The thing was, most people, when they choose to seek him out, only seek him out in the bedroom. Outside of it, they always treated him like they would never even consider being near him with a 10 foot pole.

With you though, maybe it was ignorance or just unparalleled friendliness. You didn't do that to him. When the two of you made eye contact you smiled at him, even when you were with your group of friends, much to their dismay.

The next time the two of you met up for a fun time you told him that your friends told them that he was bad news but you thought it was people being too judgmental.

Oh how his heart soared. He managed to convince you to come over once a week by telling you that due to those same judgmental people he didn’t have anyone to talk to which made you feel guilty so you obliged.

What people don’t know is Yan!FWB is actually the youngest of 3 sons, his two older brothers being CEO and Co-CEO of their family business. Only restriction that his brothers put on him is to not cause too much trouble which Yan!FWB follows quite easily.

Yan!FWB he always offered to take you out to dinner since he had money to burn and it’s what he always did anyway.

As much as you liked doing take out, it eventually got boring for you so you offered to do some cooking at his place since you commute from home.

Yan!FWB’s heart raced as the two of you shopped for groceries together and he watched as you made food in his kitchen.

You were wearing an apron, maybe he can convince you to wear nothing but that apron one of these days, he thought as he bit his lower lip.

The more time you and Yan!FWB spend together the better you got at making him feel good. Sure, sex was fun before but now, he just craves your touch.

The first time you told him that you were too busy with studying and couldn’t go over he was devastated, he felt so pent up. So much so, that for the first time in a long time, he touched himself and it was to you.

“A-ah..fuck! Mmmh…!”

Next time you were free and went over you didn’t even get a chance to knock on the door before it swung open and he dragged you inside. Let’s just say, you were sore for a couple of days.

Yan!FWB loves this little world that you and him have together, maybe this was what he was looking for this entire time. It has to be it! You’re absolutely perfect for him and he’ll do anything in his power to keep you by his side. Are you lucky! The him that everyone covets you have wrapped around your pretty little finger.

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The Hand That Heals

You were one of the contaminated ones.

The Hylians didn't use words like 'infected' or 'diseased.' Not that those words were much better. No matter what the title was for your malady, they all hurt just the same.

But something about the word 'contaminated' made you feel stark and hopeless.

Incurable.

Infections and diseases often have cures. Something that is tarnished, something that is ruined, is not salvaged; it is just disposed of.

And that's exactly what you felt like.

Soiled.

Tainted.

Disposable.

Trash.

Which is why you disposed of yourself within the pockets of decaying earth that lay beneath

Hyrule's bedrock known as the depths.

It was your way of throwing yourself away before mobs of frightened citizens attempted to.

The depths were no place for the robust and bright-eyed. Or the 'uncontaminated.'

It wasn't all bad being exiled deep below in the cold and musty undergrounds. Especially since most of Hyrule had been thrown into peril by recent devastating events.

First there was the rise of the highly contagious 'gloom'. Followed by the princess and her loyal knight, who had both mysteriously vanished.

Finally, and perhaps most importantly, was the coup being held by the restless Demon King known as Ganondorf.

Yes, you decided the healthy could have their surface; you were quite content existing in isolation, where the only threat was that of you and your gloom germs.

Living in the depths proved challenging for a mere mortal. Your circadian rhythm has been destroyed thanks to the lack of sunlight. Supplies were scarce, causing you to forage whatever you could find. Mostly mushrooms and glowing cave fish, but hey, fish have omega-3's, right?

The biggest challenge was the constant darkness- a darkness unparalleled to anything you've ever encountered before. Not even the glum of a thick and clouded wilderness or a quiet, uninhabited basement could compare.

You'd never known what it meant to be in the dark before your time in the depths.

They held a darkness that consumed you, making you question if you truly were even alive. Making you question if you ever even were. Part of you grew to appreciate what little the depths revealed, such as the unforgiving side effects of the gloom and how it mutilated you.

The depths did more than just shield you and your contamination from the healthy residents of Hyrule; they protected you from the trauma of what you had become.

But every now and then, when you threw a bright bloom seed or lit a fire, there was a remorseless glow that revealed the way the gloom was devouring you. It only took a single glance at your wiry fingers and the bedizen of ashen knuckles that led to the fungal tint of your nail beds, to be reminded.

You couldn't even begin to imagine the abomination that was now your face.

Before the gloom, you were considered to be beautiful, at least to some. You had thick h/c locks that, if shaved, could easily coat the heads of 50 dolls. Your e/c eyes were striking against your s/c complexion, garnering you an abundance of compliments throughout your life. You had a thicker body, a well-fed one. Your hips were wide thanks to the cheesecake slices you graciously never skipped when offered. But now, thanks to the slim pickings of the depths, your body has taken on a lanky, frail appearance.

You trekked back toward your camp, tossing bright bloom seeds along the way to illuminate your path. You held your breath, listening carefully to your surroundings. The past horrors of trying to navigate the dark and coming face-to-face with a contaminated Lynel left you with a bit of ptsd.

Besides the depths being difficult to traverse thanks to a severe lack of light, they were also a domicile of frightening creatures that had been metamorphosed by the transformative powers of the gloom.

Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before you became one of them.

The bright bloom seeds were a tool that provided enough light to hunt, but not much else. The irony of the depths was that despite the blockade of layers of soil and organic matter preventing the entrance of light, there was a multitude of bright bloom seeds that flourished down here.

Yes, the depths truly were a whole new world. Starting with this darkness, which could easily cause one to mistake hell for heaven. You weren't aware of all the secrets buried within these shadows, and you also knew you weren't too eager to find out.

You breathed a little easier when the comforting flames of your camp came into view. As you lifted your arm, aiming to launch another bright bloom seed, you saw a figure at your camp. The closer you got, the more you recognized the familiar outline of a short, spiny ponytail jutting above the familiar white sheen of a face mask.

"Of all the founding fathers of Hyrule, what is a Yiga buffoon doing down here?" You growled.

Anger propelled you forward; rebellion coursed through your veins and burned like lidocaine on an open wound. You had so very little left, and the desire to protect what little you possessed was fierce. Fish carcasses and mushrooms were strewn around the ground as the Yiga's grubby hands rummaged through your knapsack. In it were pictures of your family and what little rupees you had to your name, should you ever be magically cured of your gloom diagnosis and could return home.

You tackled the Yiga to the ground. "How dare you!" The Yiga screamed. As you gripped his arm, the gloom in your hands incinerated the fabric of his sleeves, branding his flesh with your handprints.

"You bitch!" He stumbled out of your grasp, dropping all of your rupees in the process. One of the photos of your father and mother fell from the knapsack and fluttered downward into the open blaze of your campfire.

You screamed.

You stuck your hand into the fire, wincing as you retrieved the charred photo. The melted faces of your mother and father stared back at you. The photo began to shrivel beneath a small flame that continued to eat it.

You puckered your lips, releasing hefty currents of your breath. You had to blow this fire out.

You just had to.

This photo was one of the few you had that was a memory of when your life was normal. The smiles of your parents were the last visible evidence you had that they loved you before you contracted the gloom.

With a sickle in hand, the Yiga sprinted toward you, hollering a bunch of muffled expletives you couldn't hear well thanks to his ridiculous mask.

As you braced for impact, the Yiga fell face first in the dirt before your feet. An arrow protruded from his back.

He had been shot.

You fell to your knees, holding the destroyed photo, where your parents' faces had been, that now held your fallen tears.

A quiet voice called out to you; so soft was this voice that you thought it was your imagination.

"Are you alright?"

A figure came into focus; you couldn't make out his face, just the scraggly tresses that were whipped around his shoulders and the outline of his beefed-up biceps.

"Stay back!" You warned. "I'm contaminated..." You stifled another sob. The heroic intruder held his hands up, demonstrating that he was not a threat.

Which was all the more reason you had to warn him that you were.

He took a cautious step forward. "I've only come to ask a question." He retrieved a crumpled piece of paper from a satchel on his side. He retained his anonymity beneath the shadows, allowing you to only make out the faint outline of his fine lips as he spoke. "Have you seen her?"

You stood, taking a step toward him but keeping yourself hidden as well. It was almost as if you both wanted to remain concealed from one another. Despite the smeared ink that bled slightly down the paper and the creases that obscured the image, you could recognize the viridescent glare of Hyrule's missing princess on the sheet.

"Princess Zelda? They're searching the depths now?"

"No acre of land below or above should go without searching until we find her."

"Well, as you can see, these depths here hold no one but me and my greedy thief friend you have so kindly slain."

He tucked the sheet of paper back into his satchel but remained in your vision, or what the hollowed dark allowed of your vision. "Say, did they find her knight? Lonk? Ling?"

You could see the stranger open his lips, only to clutch them back together. "Link. His name is Link. And no, no, they haven't."

You turned your back to the stranger, assessing the mess the Yiga soldier had made of your supplies. You bent back down and picked up your parents' photo, choking on another wave of tears.

The man's voice sounded from behind you, only slightly closer now. "I can fix that for you."

You peered at him from over your shoulder. He was close enough to the fire that you could see part of the bare skin of his chest and his sculpted chin, which led to his chapped lips.

You still couldn't quite see his eyes.

He held his hand out, and you noticed his fingernails were long and jagged, not having seen nail clippers in some time. An alluring glow seemed to trickle down his arm in an intricate maze of glowing jade lines. You placed the photo in his hand, careful not to touch him with your fingers. You kept your face hidden in your shoulder, afraid that the first shred of kindness you had been given would be taken if he should see you beneath the truth of the fire's flames.

He held the photo, his silence encompassing you both. He was so still, that for a moment, you thought he had stopped breathing. Until you noticed his clavicles and chest slightly puff out and contract with breath.

The soft, verdant glow became more visceral. You continued to keep your back turned and your face hidden, your eyes never leaving the radiance of his arm.

After a moment, he handed the photo back to you. You quickly turned to snatch it back, burrowing your face in your shirt. As you observed it, you saw the bright, shining smiles of your parents peering back at you unscathed. For a moment, you forgot the enticing and enigmatic stranger that stood before you, letting your shirt fall from your face as you studied the photo above the fire's not too generous lighting. You could make out a thin line of some type of green jelly adhesive that repaired some of the rips in the photos. Without the light, the glue that he had created with his hand was mostly undetectable.

You stared at him in awe. "This is... this is amazing. I couldn't begin to repay your kindness. This is all I have left to remind me of my life before the gloom. Of the way people loved me before I became a monster." As you lifted your finger to wipe a tear away, you remembered your face was on display before him.

Your face and all the crusty and haggard abrasions of gloom that now coat it.

"No!" You cried. You began to back away, burying your face in your palms. "Don't look at me!"

But the boy grabbed your wrist with his enchanted hand, pulling it from your face. "You're beautiful." He whispered with a tone that was almost believable.

"Yeah right. Look at what this gloom is doing to us; if it isn't destroying us, it's dividing us! My own family banished me from my home!"

The man let your wrist go and held his arm in your vision. He spoke matter-of-factly, remaining out of the fire's path, so he was still shielded from you. "I'm missing my arm."

He held his arm out; the urge to touch it made the tips of your fingers tingle.

"May I?"

"Only if I can touch your face."

"You'll become contaminated."

You heard a slightly unhinged chuckle. "I'm not afraid... besides, there is a cure for the gloom."

"What!" You gasped. You felt your feet become unsteady. You stepped forward, attempting to grab the man's shirt, only to realize it was a one-shoulder tunic that looked rather outdated.

"Please, I'll do anything; please, I want to be cured! I want to be myself again, to be able to look at people and not be plagued by the cruel judgment in their eyes when they see what I've become."

The man's arm began to emanate light once again.

"If that's what you desire, what your heart truly wants, then I can heal you."

Swirls of sage traveled down his arm, glimmering brighter and more blatant.

Your lips parted at the man who stood before you.

Your savior.

Your healer.

You whispered. "Who are you?"

Edited:12/22/23

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