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thexsilentxwordsmith · 7 months

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Simon screwing you in the shower.

The warm water dripped over your bodies like rain, coating everything inside of the shower with a layer of wetness. Sealed inside the oasis, a thick layer of heavy condensation filled the air, making all that you touched from each other to the walls slick.

Simon's large hand dug into your hip, making sure he had a good, strong grip on your thigh that he held up against his side so that he could thrust inside you easily.

Your hand was pressed against the foggy glass of the shower door, using it as a bit of leverage to keep you steady while those wide, muscular hips of his ground into your own as they rolled his cock into your pussy over and over again.

"Fuckin' hell," that husky voice hit your ears over the sound of the running water. His raw lips had just disconnected from around the tender flesh of your neck to move higher up towards your ear as he left a trail of burning kisses all along the moist surface.

Head back as he worked his magic, you felt him hum into your skin, his hips never loosing speed as he kept that's delirious rhythm steady on. "Cannot get enough of ya," he growled. "Even when I'm inside ya, I need more. I'm fuckin desperate, luv. Goddamn desperate."

Two beefy arms shoved you back suddenly as Simon pulled out of you, making you hit the back wall with a light thud as your body bounced off of it, but quickly you were scooped back up as he wrapped those arms back around your waist to hoist you up, making you throw your legs around him to hold on.

"Goddammit, I can't take it, need more... now," the desperation in his tone made your legs vibrate. Your clit twinged as he moved in and caught your lips with his own, squatting down so that he could realign his cock with your entrance and strike back up into you in one smooth motion.

All this wet, all this warmth, all this tepid flesh at his disposal, that only made the primal part of himself gain full control. As your bodies slipped and slid across each other, your back pressed firmly against the shower wall as your tits were pressed into his chest, he could do nothing more that rut into you like some beast hell bent on getting what was his.

His pace caught right back up to where it was seconds before, not a moment to spare. "You've put me under a spell, ya bitch," he grunted with the force of his thrusts. "I can't stop fuckin' pining for this tight little pussy. Gonna go fuckin' mad."

Your forearms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you held on while he bucked wildly in and out of you. The muscles in his back contracted and released under your fingertips, another sign of just how desperately rough his movements were.

His flesh was on fire, burning for you and only you, and even the water from the shower head was no help in taming it's flames. There was a part of him that worried he would not be able to stop until he had completely devoured everything inch of you; that was how strong his need was.

"Mine," he claimed aloud as you whimpered into his shoulder, his cock hitting that specific bundle of nerve ending inside you. "You're all mine, sweetheart. Ya got that? I can't fuckin' stand the thought of anyone else havin' ya, ever."

"Yes," you breathed, "say it again baby."

He smirked. "You're mine, mine. No one else can ever fuckin' touch ya. I ain't ever sharin' all this beauty."

A blanket of steamy air surrounded you both as the hot warm continued to pour in, locking out the entire world from the inside of the shower so it felt you were a million miles away. To be in such a place, in the throws of passion as Simon declared his claim to you, it was all so overwhelming that your body ached lustfully for release.

Fingernails dug into his back as the last bits of your sanity had you clinging on for dear life, the raw lines across his shoulder blades stinging from the water pouring down the contours of his back. "Goddamn, I just wanna keep my cock buried in you foreva," he hissed at your delicious roughness as your hips rolled over him, the pressure nearly at its peak. You were panting like a bitch in heat and he was doing everything he could to push you over the edge.

Pumping in and out of you with everything he had, his head wandered down the front of your chest as he squat down a little more, his mouth hungrily searching for it's prize. Finally he is able to reach your tit and greedily he took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on the supple flesh as the tip of his tongue rolled around the silk smooth areola.

God your soft breast felt like heaven in between his lips, the damned flesh so juicy. He had to press his body even harder into your own to keep you from slipping, but it was worth it just to keep your tit locked in his mouth.

"Fuck, Simon," you moaned, your fingers running up the back on his neck to his head where you tangled them into his short, wet locks. That mouth was making you vibrate as the sensation of suction sent shocks of pleasure tingling down your spine.

Not one to ever leave any man behind, Simon unlatched from the first breast to give the other the same amount of attention. It was all too much, the pumping between your legs mixed with the tingling sensation at your breasts, and that heated pressure began gathering in the pit of your stomach, about to violently through you off.

Your hips ground more into him, he knows that telltale sign that you are close. Amber eyes met yours again as he moved back up to his full height; he needed to see it, the look in your eyes as you come.

"I know you're close, luv," he says assuredly. "That's it sweetheart, come for me. Come all over my fuckin' cock. Goddammit I need you to come for me...so bad..."

Simon had to have it, you orgasm; he needed to know that your body responded to his in that very precise way that would make sure you'd never stray. He desperately needed to be the one to get you off. And as he staved off his own orgasm, he would.

"Don't stop," you begged as your head fell back against the wall... as if Simon would ever even dream of such a thing.

"Not until your legs are fuckin' quakin', sweetheart."

His thighs were burning with shooting pain as he continued to squat under you, but he didn't stop; it was worthy any amount of discomfort to see you come completely undone.

Your fingers in his hair clenched down, yanking wildly at his hair as with a few more precise thrusts that warmth finally shot through your torso and you rocked forward against with a cry.

"A-ah... f-f-fuck..." you stammered as your orgasm shook through you.

"That's it," Simon coaxed you through it, "ride it all the fuckin' way with me, luv...almost there..."

And not even a few seconds more he followed suit, a gravely roar ripping through his chest as he milked himself completely dry, his body convulsing with the strength of his ejaculation; fuck did you always make him come so hard.

"G-goddamn..." he said through heavy breaths, his soaking head coming to rest with it's forehead against your shoulder.

He did not let you go until you had both calmed, just letting the sound of the running water and your breathing lull you both back down. Picking up his head from your body, he laid a breathless kiss up on your lips, his face resting against your own from sheer exhaustion.

"Told ya you'd fuckin' enjoy it," he said, playful smile plastered to those full lips.

Carefully he set you back on your feet, your legs wobbling tiredly from the exertion. "You could make me enjoy anything," you admitted freely. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

Simon's fingers twirled the loose, wet strands of your hair between them. "You got it wrong, luv, ya see it's you that could make me enjoy any fuckin' thing. My beautiful girl, I'd have a right ol time in hell if you were the one to take me there."

His large hand lingered against your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft, supple skin. "You've got me fuckin' whipped, sweetheart, and I am more than fine to keep it that way."

He held you close, peppering your cheeks with stray kisses as he moved you both back fully under the shower head, ready to clean up the delicious mess he had just made.

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aespicysstuff · 4 months

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Scream

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Description: "When Jenna can't help but fall in love with her coworker, but she's too much of a coward to confess believing you don't feel the same, however, the girl is wrong you would kneel for her."

Words: 18.1k

Saju: "ENJOY IT LOVE"

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Jenna Ortega is a well-known name. She is an authentic woman with unreal beauty, creativity, cuteness, education, intelligence, and more. I could spend days complimenting her without getting tired. Like many people, I know Jenna from her works. Watching her performances on screen is already something gratifying and magnificent, but nothing compares to witnessing her talent in person.

How do I know this? Well, perhaps because, thanks to my job, I had the opportunity to work alongside one of the people I admire. Since a very young age, I have always been interested in parkour, martial arts, and boxing. Recognizing my potential in these areas, my father ensured I learned everything. Thankfully to him, I have the most enjoyable job – being a stunt double.

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You logically started with small films and series, sometimes even commercials and a few games. You had begun to gain popularity among directors, especially after being the stunt double for Zoë Kravitz in "The Batman" and being the motion and body model for a new character in the Resident Evil game franchise. The director of "Scream VI" was looking for a stunt double for Melissa Barreram, the actress playing Sam Carpenter. Like other stunt doubles, you submitted a video showcasing your skills. After seeing your performance and how adept you were at both agile and heavy movements, they hired you for the role. You've been enjoying the experiences to the fullest.

At this moment, you were heading to the set and also meeting with the cast. During the filming, you had gotten close to almost all the actors, especially Jenna and Melissa. As you arrived, you spotted Jasmine and Mason from a distance, quickening your pace to reach them. "GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIES!" You kissed both of them on the cheek. "Good morning, lovely! You woke up in high spirits today," Jasmine said after you sat beside her. "I also noticed. Does it have something to do with a 5'1" Latina who loves playing characters with no sanity?" Mason teased while ruffling your hair.

You weakly slapped his arms, scoffing as they both broke into laughter. But when you were about to say something, a familiar scream interrupted. "MELISSA, STOP!" In minutes, you saw a small figure running towards you and hiding behind you. "Y/n, protect me, plea—" Jenna was interrupted by a furious Melissa chasing her. They ran around the table, making everyone laugh at the actresses' cuteness.

You decided it would be better to stop them before someone got hurt. You got up, caught Melissa in your arms, and held her tight. She struggled a little, but your grip was firm. Though she might be taller, you were stronger. You placed her beside Mason and sat back down, chuckling. Jenna sat beside you, and you offered her a water bottle. After she thanked you and turned to the group, you couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Your eyes roamed every detail of her face, from her freckles to her dimple, her button nose, and the lips you wanted to feel so badly. Jenna felt her heart jumping in her chest, as if she would pass out from how intensely you were looking at her. She started leaning her face towards yours, interlinking her gaze between your eyes and your lips. Hypnotized, both of you were so entranced by each other that you didn't notice when you were called, "LOVE BIRDS!! WE HAVE SCENES TO SHOOT!! STOP EATING EACH OTHER AND GO TO THE SET!!" Jasmine, always the sweetheart, got your attention, making both of you jump a little and put some distance between yourselves.

The staff and some actors had already entered; only you and Jenna were missing. You remained in silence, trying to tame your heartbeats and your blush. You heard Jenna clearing her throat, "Uh... I-I think it's better if we go inside too." Jenna said while getting up and walking to the set, not giving you time to reply. You stayed for a bit longer, trying to absorb what just happened. Would you guys really have kissed if you weren't interrupted? You put your hands on your head, sighing, and started your way to the set.

You had started the recordings, and now you found yourself restless and apprehensive. At the moment, you were shooting the theater scene, and seeing Jenna hanging there wasn't pleasant. You couldn't believe how many times this girl faced danger without fear. She had mentioned loving to do her own stunts, and you couldn't blame her. You felt incredible after your own acrobatics. Still, you feared that one day she might get seriously injured. You couldn't help but worry about her.

You almost ran towards her when the director gave the order for her to fall, but you held back and sat down again. Her character and Jack's had a brief dialogue, and following the script, Tara thrust the knife into Ethan's mouth. You couldn't deny that seeing her smile of relief after her action and the blood on her face made you more infatuated with her than you already were.

Just as it was said, you knew Jenna from other works, and since then, you admired her. Just like her fans, you couldn't resist the charms of this Latina. Since the first day of filming, you've been falling more and more in love with her. She doesn't help much in easing these feelings since, from the first day, she hasn't let go of you. Not that you're complaining, but trying to stop liking her is almost an impossible mission.

You would really like to confess your feelings to Jenna, but you feel that she deserves someone better, someone who understands her (in the work sense) and who is a beautiful woman that fits with her. You're just the stunt double, the tomboy, as some call you, simply because you have a more sculpted body, a muscular physique, and a tomboyish style. You've always faced these kinds of unpleasant comments for these reasons. Your friends always comfort you, and your small fan community defends you as much as they can.

Jenna also always comforts you when some of these comments shake you. She always says that you're like a Doberman, always with a stern face, ready to snap at anyone who comes close. She said she feels safe with you, as if she were at home. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed that they had finished the scenes. You also didn't see a certain short girl watching you attentively.

Jenna observed every trace of your face, every bit of you. From your curly hair to your tattoos, she loves every part of you. She finds herself hopelessly in love with you, every aspect of you, habits, words—you leave her fascinated. It wasn't in her plans to fall in love, but on the day she saw you, she knew her heart wouldn't hold up. She perfectly remembers how her heart skipped a beat after seeing you. You were in simple clothes that highlighted your curves and, most importantly, your muscles. But the fatal blow was the smile you gave her after hugging her.

But Jenna is afraid of this, of these feelings. She has always been more focused on work, never paid much attention to romance. But now, after getting to know you, she daydreams about your life together.

She wants to confess, but she never manages to. She always retreats before revealing her feelings, afraid that you won't fit into her life or even that you'll distance yourself because of it. That's why she hasn't confessed yet. But the desire is there, what's lacking is courage and a bit of shame.

Jenna shook her head slightly to get rid of these thoughts and silently approached you since you were still distracted. She came close to you, laughing at your expression, and on impulse, she squeezed your shoulders and gave you a kiss on the neck, staying with her face there. "Jenna! Why did you scare me like that?" You said in a playful manner, covering your face, hearing the girl laugh at the situation. "Sorry, mi corazón, it wasn't my intention, but you looked so beautifully distracted, and I couldn't resist." She hugged you, and you turned a bit, pulling her onto your lap, hugging her waist and resting your head on her shoulder.

Jenna put her arms around your neck and planted a kiss on the top of your head. You didn't say anything, just enjoyed each other's presence. It was enough. The connection you two had was visible for everyone to see, and it was a beautiful thing. That's why many didn't bother you two. Unfortunately, your moment was interrupted by the director calling you to shoot some stunts. Both of you sighed; you gave Jenna a little pat on the thigh signaling her to get up. "No! I'm not leaving. I'm home..." She said in a cute, whiny voice, and your heart skipped a few beats. "I'm home," you couldn't help but smile.

You tightened your embrace. "It's okay, my love. I promise to spend the whole rest of the day with you." You cupped her face, caressing her cheek. Jenna felt butterflies having a party in her stomach. Ugh! How she wanted to kiss you until the air evaporated from her lungs, but she restrained herself, moving away a bit and raising her pinkie finger, "Do you promise with your pinkie?" You laughed at her cuteness and joined your pinkies, "I promise, mi amor." You kissed her fingers, making Jenna even more infatuated.

"Then go do those stunts quickly because I want to be cuddled up with you all day." You picked her up, making her squeal and then burst into laughter. You put her down and started walking toward the actors, but you stopped, turned back, and ran towards Jenna. However, what she had to say got stuck in her throat. You had given her a kiss on the eyebrow and whispered in her ear, "See you later, mi amor."

You ran off after the director shouted your name, leaving a paralyzed and tomato-red Jenna behind. She snapped out of her trance and ran to her trailer, laughing like a love-struck teenager.

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The sun had already set when everyone was released from the recordings. The sky was partially orange, and its dim light guided you to your trailer. You knocked on the door, and it didn't take long for Jenna to open it. "You took your time!" She pulled you into a hug. "Mi amor, you were the one who got released early, haha!" You squeezed her in your arms, resting your chin on her head. You stayed like that for a few more minutes.

"Let's go inside; you must be tired." She led you in, closing the door once you entered. "Can I take a quick shower, princess?" You asked, seeing a cute pout forming on her face. "But... I wanted to cuddle with you now." She pouted, and you couldn't resist the cuteness, pinching her cheeks, making her pout intensify.

"My love, this will only take me a few minutes, and then you can have me all to yourself." Jenna looked at you with those bambi eyes and agreed, going to sit on the couch while you prepared. As you had said, after a few minutes, you were already by her side, watching none other than "Puss in Boots 2" haha. You were lying on the couch, and Jenna was lying on top of you.

There was a pleasant silence between you two, only the sounds of the movie were heard. You lowered your gaze to Jenna, observing every detail of her, from eyebrows to lips. You became (once again) hypnotized. Jenna felt your burning gaze on her head and turned her face, resting her chin between your breasts, "What's wrong?" She asked, giving you a small smile. You just shook your head, watching her, seeing how every part of her reacted. God, you were hopelessly in love and didn't know what to do.

You wanted to shout at the top of your lungs about how much you love her, wanted to kiss her, love her, take care of her, wanted to be with her. But you are a coward who can't take action and is afraid of losing her in every way. You ran your hand over Jenna's face, gently caressing her with your thumb, watching her close her eyes and practically melt into your embrace.

Jenna turned her face, depositing a kiss in the palm of your hand, still with her eyes closed. She felt the temperature of her body increase with each touch of yours; to feel you so close is a blessing and a curse at the same time. She wanted to have you like this but as her girlfriend, as the love of her life and not as "friends"; she hated that term. She wants to have the freedom to kiss you, love you, but fear and insecurities consume her, and gradually she gets closer to possibly losing you.

You were in your bubble; no one spoke anything, just felt the touches of your bodies and souls. Jenna opened her eyes, seeing your eyes fixed on her, and you realized you’d been caught. So, you sent her a crooked smile with your cheeks reddish. You realized how close your faces were, and with courage taken from your ass, you gradually started to close the distance between you two.

Jenna also started to close the distance; she felt her body tremble in anticipation. She put her hands on your shoulders, grabbing your shirt. "Kiss me… Kiss me please Y/N." Jenna grabbed your face, putting her forehead on yours. She slightly dragged her lips across your face, whispering, "kiss me mi amor."

"F*ck it," you pulled her neck and kissed her. The kiss was hurried, but firm. In it, love and desire stored for so long were transmitted. Sighs were released, hearts accelerated and synchronized, bodies hot like the embers of a bonfire, hands exploring every part of the bodies, every curve, caressing the skin like a brush caresses.

The air became scarce, and both, reluctantly, separated. Jenna had opened her eyes slowly, trying to reason if what just happened was true or just another one of her dreams. She lay on your chest, still panting, and looked at you, waiting for you to open your eyes and snap out of the trance.

You felt like you were in the clouds, more alive. You opened your eyes, seeing the woman of your dreams watching you. "Are you real? Like... did this really just happen, or am I delirious?" You asked her while caressing her hair. Jenna smiled, showing her dimple, and hid her face in your neck.

You both were euphoric, finally! You had fulfilled one of the wishes, but the doubt still lingers. Even though you had just kissed each other with all of you, with your hearts, you can't help but question, "Does she really like me?"

You cleared your throat, bringing Jenna's attention back to you. "Uh... I know we just kissed as if the world were ending, but... uh... what are we now? Like, do you really like me? Because I like— No! I... I love you, Jenna." You confessed, watching Jenna react with disbelief. "I've loved you since the day I met you, with your more reserved way, your somewhat eccentric humor, your sarcasm, your freckles." You said everything with a smile on your face and a special sparkle in your eyes. "You can't imagine all the times I held back from kissing you, telling you how much I love you. All the tears I shed for you, feeling insufficient for you." You let out a shaky sigh; getting all of this off your chest is a relief.

Jenna couldn't explain what she felt at this moment. Relief? Happiness? Sadness? She couldn't believe that you were really saying all this; her heart felt like it was going to explode with so much happiness. But she felt sad hearing your last words, "How dare you feel that way?!? Y/n, I've never felt so happy, safe, and comfortable with anyone like I feel with you. It's like my heart already knew that you would take care of it with your life." She passed her hand over your face, wiping away the tears that you didn't even realize were falling.

"You make me feel so many things at once, but none of them is something bad. You always take care of me, make me feel beautiful, make me feel like I can conquer the world and the universe. You are my star; you are more than enough for me, mi amor. And answering you, I love you too, and I want this to turn into something more. I want you as my partner for the rest of my life." She chuckled lightly; her soul felt light after confessing, after knowing that you also love her.

You hugged each other with big smiles on your faces. Both have a lot to learn, but now, they won't do it alone. You have each other, and this union will be hard to break. Your love is special, like the love of the sun for the moon.

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #i love this woman soo much #black reader #fem reader

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psuedosis · 5 months

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Flower is back with a self indulgent thought

I've been thinking a lot about sub Zuko, so this is where that has lead me

Thinking of making Zuko beg, really beg for you. He's always had everything he's wanted at his fingertips, and even when he wasn't a prince, he'd demand like it was his birthright to do so. He's such a needy little thing, and you do well to remind him as you trail your nail down his cheek. He can't even respond, skin flushed pink and needy whines escaping his lips. He's on his knees with his hands tied behind him, trying to hide his shifting as your hands wander further and further from where he so desperately wants you.

You tut and he looks away flustered, you pressing your lips against his collarbones. Letting your teeth bite into the flesh, Zuko doesn't even want to stop you from leaving bruises down to his chest. He'll take anything he can get, any touch that you so gracefully give to him. He blabbers sweet promises, and how he'll be yours for as long as you'll have him. Who knew a few ruined orgasms and rope was all you needed to have the Fire lord as your plaything?

-🌸

I promise you are in my mind because it was just yesterday night when I was thinking about thiss ugh .

Zuko head is swimming between sanity and irrationality as he’s been profusely edged for the sixth time because he can’t keep his hips in one place when you’re stroking him . You tell him to beg in order to gain the right to cum and he’s just speechless and so whipped . He loosely let’s all kinds of pitiful things fall from his mouth like, ‘please I deserve it…’ or ‘ive been so good to you, I need it..’

You trace a finger around the base of his neckline to mock his current state, whispering him through it as he falls over to on the edge of mattress . Zuko is left a fucking mess at you telling him that he has to keep begging for it if he craves to do it so badly, because your freshly done nails look so beautiful when they’re holding his dick in them . He wants to spit in your hand to make his length properly slick enough to go at any pace your desire . He moves his head over to lay it in between your legs and just lets go of his ego . Completely .

He unravels in your naked lap and just let anything he can think of in that moment to come from his lips like honey . And it’s practically music to your ears at how soft and unrestricted his voice sounds when he’s asking you a thousand times over if he can cum .

Maybe even when you’re guiding him through how you want to be fucked, he’s on the brink of another orgasm and stop mid-fuck to moan loudly into your neck . To him it was like your pussy was wetter than usual, he couldn’t tell if it was just him going crazy or not . It’s so wet at some point it just slips right back out to the side and your own finish leaks out subtly .

Zuko couldn’t possibly hold himself back like you want him to, and you are so over how he’s acting like he’s being tortured . But the man is so cute when he’s so damn helpless like that .

#=⌕ sis’ gen/#↳˳;; ❝ thanks for the message! ᵕ̈೫˚∗#[🌸]

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muddyorbsblr · 4 months

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relinquish the crown: what could be done

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Placement: Season 1, Episode 13; moments after 'plans & protestations'

Summary: Loki and Frigga look for a way to prevent you from being married off to the Prince of Alfheim

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: themes of incest (he's adopted but still); Prince Damien (yes he's a warning)

Things to be aware of: sad Reader hours; stressed Loki hours

Queen Frigga paced back and forth throughout her workroom, perturbed at the information that Loki had just relayed to her. Royal Child Bearer? The nerve of that insolent inexperienced child of a prince.

She should have nipped this visit at the bud the moment she held the letter from the Royal Court of Alfheim in her hands. Seen the unease with which the palace staff looked upon him whenever she witnessed him crossing paths with one of them. Or now overtly guarded and secretive so many of them had become when she would try to ask them if the visitors were treating them well.

Perhaps she could have even prevented the visit from happening altogether had she spoken to her husband about it rather than entrusted that the future she'd seen of you and Loki being happily married to one another would prevail regardless of hindrances in the form of seedy visiting princes and memory spells. She had no indication to tell her that so many obstacles would have stood in the way of your happiness.

"We must do something, Mother," Loki pleaded, tears filling his eyes even at the mere thought of you leaving Asgard to become that repugnant prince's wife. "I must do something. I cannot simply stand idly by and watch as this insipid excuse for a prince courts her and gains Father's approval. Watch as Y/N's wish to marry for love is taken away from her and she is forced to wed a man that will not treasure her, swear his fealty to her, the way that she deserves. And all in the name of fortifying alliances with the insurgent realm of Alfheim. Even if I do not become her husband and your vision ultimately proves false, all that matters is that she does not enter a marriage where she is used. Unappreciated. Unloved. I cannot bear to see her unloved."

"Let me think, my boy," Frigga said, doing her best to calm her son as his thoughts began to spiral picturing the bleak marriage you would have to the elven prince. And rightfully so, those images were nearly enough to make her send the visiting party home. Invoke her power and authority as Allmother in the name of doing what was best for her granddaughter and for Asgard as a whole. "I have faith that she would be capable of thwarting his attempts in the short term--"

"But what of the long term, Mother?" Loki stood from the armchair he'd slumped into minutes earlier, nearly pacing a hole into the floor from his visible anxiety. "Father seems to be determined to stave off the insurgence that the Royal Family of Alfheim has been rumored to be organizing, and an alliance between our families might just be the compromise he seeks. What if he is willing to disregard Y/N's wishes to accomplish that?"

Frigga resumed her pacing as well, a deep worry taking place in her that the peace she'd seen in her vision of your future was farther off than she'd initially thought. That the contentment and joy meant for you and Loki would serve as the end of the fight of your life. "I will do what I can do postpone any decisions of your Father that would lead to Y/N's hand being forced into this marriage. Meanwhile you, my boy, will do what you can to keep her time occupied. The less time she is around this lecherous disgrace of a prince, the better for her sanity. And yours."

"Postpone," he whined, shaking his head as he were shaking off the short-sighted intention. "We need to stop these efforts entirely--"

"And we will," the queen insisted, pulling her son into her arms. "You give me the next few days, I will find a way for us to stop this fraudulent courtship completely. I swear to you, Loki, on my life. She will not be subjected to a life unloved. She will not be relegated to a stepping stone for this urchin of a prince to ascend to the role of Allfather."

The days following Loki's panicked consultation with his mother were spent on high alert, the god's behavior dangerously leaning toward petulant as he did what he could to prevent you from spending time with the elven prince short of flat out refusing to conclude his time with you. Thankfully you seemed to be more than willing to let the behavior slide as you preferred his company rather than Prince Damien's, and you would even offer up your own thinly veiled excuses if only to lessen your time with the boy of a prince that was all too forgetful of decorum and insisted on touching you with an air of familiarity that he had not earned. And likely never would.

Today was no different, the god sequestering you in the corner of the library that you'd settled into sharing. You were all too gleefully working on the plans for the ball that would culminate the Yule festival, deciding on what would serve as the night's main event.

Meanwhile, his mother Queen Frigga had given him a specific task in their mission to thwart the courtship efforts of the crown prince of Alfheim. He was to look into the customs and traditions that would be expected of a member of the royal family of Asgard if they were to marry. The objective was to make you privy to their intentions once they had found something that could keep you in Asgard, and the three of you could put your minds together into negotiating your way out of the courtship.

Unfortunately all that he could find so far was that the only way to make a clean break from Prince Damien's efforts to marry you was to have it expressly declared by the Allfather that the courtship was concluded and any and all efforts from the Prince would no longer be welcome. And bringing Odin to this decision would take a great deal of convincing. He would have to be offered something much more irresistible than fortifying alliances between Realms and indefinitely hindering the threat of an insurgence.

No one held such ammunition. To Loki's knowledge at least. He could only hope that his mother was more fruitful in her searches.

"Would you be willing to participate in an auction?" you asked, sitting up from your slouched position from earlier while you were penning down your thoughts on various parchments. When you started to clench and unclench your fingers, Loki took your hand in his, massaging your skin in small circles, causing you to let out a satisfied sigh as you relaxed into the cushion. He had to fight back the salacious thoughts that began to infiltrate his mind, thinking of more pleasurable ways to elicit those sounds from you.

"It depends on what exactly would be up for auction, darling," he answered, pressing a fleeting kiss to your knuckles when your hand had fully relaxed in his hold.

"A night's worth of dances." You rested your head on his shoulder, your eyelids drooping when he began to stroke your hair and you fully allowed yourself to take a few breaths and relax. At least until your ever irksome suitor would burst through the doors and announce that it was time for your daily walk around the palace.

And you would have to don your collar piece that the god knew must be warmer than was necessary. All for the sake of shielding your body somehow from Damien's wandering hands.

"If it means keeping you safe from a certain elven Prince with wandering eyes and hands, I would gladly outbid--"

"No no, Loki, you misunderstand," you cut him off with a slight giggle. "The men would be up on the stage, I was asking if you would be willing to auction off your dances for the ball."

"I see," he mused, making a point to turn to a random different page on the book he was reading through to keep you from discovering what he and his mother may be up to. "If it aids in the success of the ball, then…I would be happy to."

His heart beat violently in his chest as you squealed and turned to throw your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you!" You excitedly left his embrace, his arms now feeling hauntingly empty without you in them, and wrote his name down on the parchment. "At least I know I would be having a good bit of fun before I get shackled down and shipped off to Alfheim to do little more than sit still and look pretty," you sighed, placing your pen down on the table before slumping back into the cushion.

"Darling, if you do not wish to marry this prince, you are very much within your rights to refuse his proposal. I see how you are whenever you have to return to his company, you need not endure this attentions if you do not feel that he would be good for you," Loki attempted to console you, taking your hands in his once more, his heart fracturing at how rife with tension they were again.

"I couldn't," you argued, the furrow between your brows making an appearance as your mouth formed into a pout. "Grandfather would force my hand, tell me that this is what's good for the realm as a whole. Spew some drivel about how sometimes great leaders must make personal sacrifices for the good of their people." A tear began to roll down your cheek at the mere thought, trying to blink them away as you refocused your attention instead on the book laid open in front of him. "Loki? Why are you reading up on Asgardian bedding rituals?"

He wanted to slap himself at the section he turned to. "The information might come useful one day," he tried to wave your queries away.

"You intend to court someone?" A playful look entered your eyes before you put your hand to your temples once more, another migraine pounding away at your head.

"Norns no," he hissed almost instinctively. The only one I would ever wish to court is beyond my reach, he lamented internally, replacing your hand with his and trying to soothe you by massaging away at your temples in slow circles. He decided the best course of action was to offer you a sliver of the truth. "I'm looking into royal Asgardian marriage traditions, trying to find a way to keep you from leaving the realm if it ever comes to that."

"I will need to be dragged to the altar kicking and screaming if the Allfather forces my hand. This prince does not love me, Loki. He loves the throne that would be promised him if he were to marry me. I'd like to believe that I am worth more than a throne." The sullen tone your voice had taken on tore at his heart, making him unable to resist the urge to pull you into his arms once more in an attempt to soothe you.

"You are, Little Princess. Any fool that fails to see that does not deserve you." No one in these Realms could ever love you as I do, he thought inwardly. I would have cherished and spoiled you if I were your husband. You would have wanted for nothing.

Before either of you could say another word, the doors to the library flew open, revealing his mother on the other side, an excitement in her expression as her gaze roamed the area before landing on the two of you. A soft smile graced her features finding you resting comfortably in your fated's arms.

"My son, I may have found something. Come with me." She jerked her head in the direction of her workroom before turning her gaze to address you. "Granddaughter, a certain elven prince is bounding his way down the halls to steal you away from your present company." You let out an unrestrained chortle at the face the Queen made after her statement, clearly disapproving of Damien herself. "How goes the planning for the Yule festival?"

"Progressing quite nicely, Grandmother," you responded, removing yourself from Loki's embrace and putting away your parchments, gathering everything into a satchel before standing upright. "The culminating ball will make for quite the night, if everything goes according to plan. We are to have an auction. Proceeds will go into funding for new weapons for soldiers old and new alike."

He stood from his seat, taking out the collar piece from inside your satchel bag and helping you into the garment. Your eyes had a bleakness in them as he framed your face in his hands, placing a light kiss to your forehead. He slipped his dagger into your bag, whispering a rather mischievous offer against your skin. "If he behaves in a way that renders you uncomfortable, you could always use that on him and say it was me if you are questioned. Stay safe, Little Princess. I love you."

You briefly wrapped your arms around him before muttering back, "I love you, too." You took a step back, mustering a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "How do I look?"

"Your smile could convince just about any audience, perhaps in another life you were made for the stage," he quipped, briefly touching his hand to your chin. "You can't quite fool me, however."

"Of course I can't." You scrunched your nose at him. "You know me far too well, Loki." You smoothed your hands over your dress and turned to face the door, squaring your shoulders ever so slightly, as if preparing to assume a warrior's stance. When Loki turned his gaze to the door he could see exactly why; the Prince was already waiting for you a few feet away from the Queen, jaw visibly tense.

And because of the god's enhanced senses from his Jotun blood, he could hear the impudent prince grinding away at his teeth. No doubt brought on from seeing that once again you were spending time with someone that he deemed 'competition' for your hand.

The elven prince offered his arm to you once enough distance had been closed, the muscles in his face tensing even worse when you maintained your stance, leaving his arm empty. He opted instead to place a hand at your lower back, holding on to you a touch too tight that it caused you to visibly tense and flinch when his fingers dug into your side.

Loki hadn't even realized he was about to approach you to offer his aid somehow until he felt his mother grab hold of his elbow with a firm yet gentle hand. "If we wish to help her completely, then we must have faith she can hold her own in this moment. Soon enough she will be free of his advances." She gave him a gentle tug in the opposite direction. "We must go now, my boy. You will have much to think about once I tell you what I have found."

He took one final glance back at you, your fist clenched behind your back as Damien walked you farther and farther away from him, and he attempted to reach out to you with his mind. Hoping you would hear his sentiment. "If he ever hurts you, little princess, you call for me. Call for me and I will be there for you in a heartbeat."

Once they'd made their way to Frigga's workroom, he could no longer hold in his words, blurting out his question with little control over the volume of his voice. Or his frantic tone.

"What have you found, Mother? Tell me how we can save Y/N from--"

"You could marry her instead." His eyes widened to the size of saucers at how she chose to lead with her findings, eyeing his mother with thinly-veiled incredulity. "I have combed through every possible scenario that held even a sliver of a chance to get Odin to repudiate his intention to strengthen the alliance between Asgard and Alfheim, and in my search I chanced upon your reports. From your mission that kept you away from us for nearly a millennium."

"My reports?" he parroted lamely. "But those merely stated that the people of the Nine held less faith in our house's power to rule, what help could that offer us in this predicament?"

"If Odin seeks to arrange a marriage for Y/N that will fortify her claim to the throne, then perhaps the only way is to offer him something that would yield a stronger claim," she offered, walking towards her son when he slumped down into his usual armchair and grasping his hands in hers. "If you use your reports to reason with him that this marriage will be more beneficial to the realm than a union with Prince Damien, we can save her from this sham of a marriage he intends for her."

"Father will not so simply agree to this, Mother," the god argued, his mind already firing off scenario after scenario wherein Odin would reject this proposal outright. He'd fought so ardently to ensure that all generations of the royal family that succeeded him would no longer have to adhere to the archaic traditions, and now here he and his mother were, looking for a way to return them somehow. "For him to agree to a negotiation like this, I would need to offer him something in return."

"And what would you have to offer that could hold a similar value to a quelling of an imminent insurgence, my boy?"

Loki ran through everything he could potentially offer for your hand, searching frantically for something that symbolized a significant enough loss on his part that perhaps it would satisfy the Allfather. Nothing of monetary value would suffice, and he would never wish to make it seem from any potential angle that he was buying your freedom.

He held no title other than God of Mischief; he was no crown prince, he had no clear path to the throne. At least until his impending duel with Thor, assuming that the most unlikely of scenarios would occur and he would win over his larger, stronger warrior of a brother.

And then it hit him.

"My claim to the throne," he sighed, feeling a sliver of hope that perhaps this might actually work. "I could surrender my claim as Odin's heir. Cancel the duel between me and Thor so that we may never have to shed the other's blood on the battlefield." He looked to his mother, a calm smile gracing her features as she let her pride shine through. "You already came to this conclusion, haven't you, Mother?"

She walked over to her desk, signaling for her son to follow so that she may show him the parchments in which she penned down her findings. There were the words, by her own hand. Loki's surrender in exchange for Y/N's hand. "I needed you to come to the decision yourself, my son," she explained to him. "Surrendering your chance at becoming crown prince is something you cannot take back. Something that thwarts any ambition you may have to become Allfather yourself."

"What value would a throne have for me if I won that duel?" he spat out, hot tears stinging his eyes as he picture what his life would be like. "My brother would be dead by my hand, Asgard's people carrying a burning hatred for me for slaying their beloved prince. Y/N would hate me for taking her father away from her. And my heart would forever be burdened with guilt for Thor's death, and the crippling knowledge that the woman I love is living a bleak life married to someone who views her as little more than a plaything he could discard and betray time and time again. She is worth more to me than a chance at the throne."

He felt his resolve strengthening with every passing moment, already crafting the words he would use from the moment he announced his surrender to his negotiations to become your husband. He knew the words to utter and when; this was his domain, his words a weapon he wielded with the same mastery as he did his magic and his daggers.

But there was one simple fact that weighed heavy on his heart. He was about to lay out his heart on the table for everyone to know. Including you.

And you…you didn't return these affections. You never had. And you realizing his true feelings toward you would ruin your image of him forever, tainting every single memory you two shared.

"She would despise me," he choked out, clenching his fists shut as his eyes filled with tears. "She will know how I have loved her since the beginning and she will loathe me."

"But she will be safe," Frigga insisted, reaching for her son's hand again. "She will be safe and she will remain here in Asgard. With a husband that loves her, that will not shackle her to such a base and primitive purpose." She seemed as if she were about to say more, but decided against it, pursing her lips instead. "Remember what I told you before, Loki. You two are fated. Marriage was always in your future, I just…" She let out a deep sigh. "I just never imagined that this was how we would arrive at this point."

Tears began to fall from his eyes, already bracing himself to burden your hatred of him for what he was about to do. The life he was about to choose for you. "If having her hate me for the rest of our days is the price I must pay to keep her safe from a wretch like that Prince Damien, then so be it."

With those words he strode out of the Queen's workroom. And as soon as he left, Queen Frigga scrambled through every grimoire in her possession, looking for a way to lift the spell that veiled your memories herself.

Loki blazed down the halls of the palace, looking for his brother and his father, finally finding them in deep discussion in one of the war rooms. His loud bursting into the room caused both men to jump slightly at the sound.

"Ah, Brother, perfect timing," Thor addressed him, a grim tone in his voice as he motioned for him to take a seat. "Father has decided that it is time for us to discuss the ceremony that shall appoint his heir."

"There's no need for that anymore, Brother." He made his way to the seat across from the blond god, doing his best to remain the picture of calm and collected. In truth he was a mixed bag of emotions, each so strong that he could feel himself being pulled in vastly different directions and if he failed to control himself it would tear him into pieces from the inside out.

"And why is there no longer a need for this discussion, Loki?" Odin prodded, back ramrod straight in anticipation for what might come next.

"Because I relinquish my claim to the throne of Asgard."

A/N: Besties omg omg omg we are heeeeeeeere 😳👀 When I tell you I got literal chills writing that last line holy fuckque things are gonna be changing from here on, we're finally in the events of the 6k word shoulda been a drabble piece that I wrote over a year ago and Reader's attitude toward Loki is about to be hugely different 🥺

Only two more chapters until Season 1 is finished and then we're heading off into the angst-fest that is Season 2 😳

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HERE WE GO - Last Minute Thoughts about the Upcoming Chapter

These are some Things Sage has stated about Chapter 15:

We are heading towards the climax of the story, (it’s going to be a lot)

A lot of Frankenstein and Jekyll stuff

The Background (and possibly the lighthouse) reflects an important moment in the chapter

The foreshadowing [on the chapter cover] is heavy

Personal predictions and Final Theory time:

We are getting a Frankenstein Character (redemption of sorts) arc. Frankie was never a direct morally wrong character but she was an antagonist to Jekyll, and that’s what counts. With this new found ‘revelation’ I think we'll be getting lots of Frnakenstein and Jekyll having to work together. I don’t think that they’ll be “best friends! Let’s bury the hatchet, all good, no problems.” But more of a comfortable and slightly awkward acceptance for one another, where Frankenstein isn’t such a hypocrite and directly against Jeykll who is just trying to keep everything going, and for Jekyll to not care so much about others opinions and his own reputation, hopefully delving back into more arcane sciences himself. (not immediately change but the start of it at least)

We are still yet to deal with the protestors out the front of the building so I think that’s the problem that Jekyll/Hyde and Frankenstein are going to have to tackle together because neither of them benefit from this rowdy and conservative victorian mob. I’m hoping we’ll get to see Jasper and possibly some other Lodgers come into play here, in trying to also help and stop the mob, to show Jekyll that he doesn’t have to try and fix everything himself.

NOW, More onto the topic of the Chapter cover, As I have previously stated (on other mediums) Jekyll will go off the rails, this man is not okay, he is not mentally stable and he is about to absolutely snap. Though I would have already predicted this as we are heading towards the climax of the story and that Jekyll’s Character arc seemed to be heading in that general direction, the Chapter Cover really just confirms all of this (Just look at that guy's face! Evil!!!)

To add onto the cover, we are yet to decipher exactly what the Shoreline/cliff and Lighthouse represent:

a.) This could be a flashback or some sort of memory within the mindscape. I can see this happening in terms of everything (both Jekyll/hyde’s physical and shared body membrane) starting to collapse and as a desperate attempt to gain control the mind/body starts to freak out and start relaying old memories/places from the past as it tries to make sense of everything.

b.) This is an Actual Location that some of the Cast will go and visit within the Chapter. I’m not too sure about this one as the entirety of the comic has been set in London so far but it’s always a possibility! It looks as if the shoreline is somewhere in the U.K. I’m more inclined to believe it’s in Scotland, as Jekyll/Hyde are Scottish and would relate to their past etc. I’m not sure why they would go outside of London, but maybe it’s a frankenstein-related decision…

c.) IT’S ALL A BIG METAPHOR!!! (so this is what I personally believe it to be.) Knowing Sage’s Tendencies, they love to foreshadow shit in the Chapter covers. They even said so themselves: The Background reflects an important moment in the chapter AND The foreshadowing [on the chapter cover] is heavy. Ok but, What is it foreshadowing exactly? I think the Cliff is symbolic of falling, Jekyll’s fall from sanity, security of self and control. And because he’s falling Hyde has to go down too (because this is all his fault! - says Jekyll probably) The lighthouse I’m not exactly sure of yet but I think that it’s probably a person (either Jasper or Lanyon) Lighthouses symbolise, guidance, hope and safety. I think this person will help pull Jekyll/Hyde out of their spiral and help ground them back to reality (when we get an inevitable breakdown of sorts) The other possibility is that the lighthouse symbolsies an event (kind of what sage stated) but I like the person theory a bit more,,, Lastly the outfits, I don’t think they are really symbolic of anything but purely there to serve aesthetic purposes (similar to Jekyll and Lanyon’s outfits from Chapter 13) BUT If we are theorising, it could show the difference of how Hyde is is turing less ‘Hyde’ opposed to Jekyll because he’s wearing a fancier outfit than normal. But Jekyll does look slightly like a sailor here, adding to the theory that we will go to the ocean (and or) a Lighthouse.

Alright this is getting kind of big so I’ll leave it here. Before the Page drops I think it’ll pick up where we left off (with Frankestien and Hyde) ALSO First Hyde/Frankenstein interaction incoming!!! Suffice to say I am extremely excited and worried at the same time. Oh boy here comes the Angst… Anyway, This is just me rambling, Let me know what you think! I love theorising and this Chapter has got me all types of pumped : O

#tgs #the glass scientists #Echo's Tgs Theories #IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED GUYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

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Ghostface!Steve and Ghostface!Eddie thoughts…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dark content/dead dove do not eat, non con, knifeplay, fear kink, little bit of primal play, betrayal, innocence kink, scream spoilers, afab reader with she/her pronouns

Be careful when reading this content. This is strictly a fantasy work and should not be replicated in real life. I do not condone these things in real life and my work should not be used for malicious or self-deprecating purposes. Only read if you know and consent to viewing this content.

You being part of their group, terrorised for weeks by a masked killer that keeps shaving off members of your group, cutting the population of Hawkins High almost nightly.

You’d be so scared for your life, bolting your doors, locking your windows, keeping a wooden bat by your bed. You can’t help but doubt everybody’s innocence. Jonathan seemed the likely suspect, but he was soon found with his throat gashed; you’d even considered it being one of the kids. You have no idea who you could trust, but there’s two people you know are safe- your best friends, Eddie and Steve.

You don’t know that they’ve spent weeks - no, months - planning their spree. Don’t know that it’s Steve ringing your phone while Eddie comforts you, telling you that they’ll both protect you. Don’t know that the knife soaked with blood is tucked beneath Steve’s bed as you hide out in his house, too spooked to even stay in your own.

Your naivety is so adorable, it hurts. Hurts their sanity, hurts their morality, hurts their heavy, cum-filled balls. They’d started killing with the intention of letting go of all their frustration in life, tormented by the consistent need to be nice, polite, sweet men outwardly, but when you came running to them so sweetly whenever your little heart hammered with fear, Eddie and Steve couldn’t help but to want to… indulge, in another criminal sin.

When they corner you, it’s Steve’s arms you run into, no idea he’s behind this too. Eddie’s in the mask, chasing you around your house, practically smelling the sweet fear on you as you stumble around for your life. It’s addictive. The thrill of the chase, the desperation on your face, the irony as you bolt into Steve’s arms and cling to him, begging him to save you.

Steve not moving, keeping you cuddled close to him, gaining more force as you try to struggle away, looking up at him with those big doe eyes, Ghostface!Eddie breathing down your neck as the knife comes up to your throat. Not cutting, just threatening. You think your heart stops as you stay suspended in a moment of panic, confusion, and pure fear, Steve Harrington’s gaze turning from sympathetic to entertained.

Eddie hands Steve a small device, and he talks into it, a smile twitching at his lips as it converts his voice into that of the killer.

“Hi baby,” you’re manhandled around, the knife clattering to the floor as Eddie drops it to pull away his mask. He smiles at you, sadistic and dark, nothing like the warm smiles you’re used to from him. Everything feels uncannily familiar yet twisted, and you can’t stop the tears from falling, sniffling and whining out to please be allowed to live.

“Course you can live, sweetheart,” Eddie coos, using a finger to tilt your head up, moving his face closer to yours to speak against your lips. You try to jerk your head back, panting and terrified, but you hit Steve’s chest, pinned in place. They both laugh at your cute attempt at escape.

“You just need to do what we say, that’s all,”

Steve hums, and you can feel it through his chest. Eddie thumbs away your tears then licks them, and Steve finally lets his hands wander like he’s wanted them to do ever since he’d known you, roughly groping your tits like you’re fuckmeat.

You’re so confused, so terrified, so vulnerable. But you know you want to live, so you’ve got no choice but to go along with what your psycho best friends want from you. Their cocks stuffed down your throat, cum bloating your tummy and splattered all over your tits, your rosy holes left gaping and dribbling cream. They don’t go gentle.

“Awh, little one, you’re crying! You can feel how hard that makes me, can’t you? Right in your little throat?”

“Take it, slut, that’s a good girl,”

You don’t have a choice. That’s what you’re telling yourself when you get wet, when your clit throbs at being treated like a fuck dolly, at being mistreated and defiled. You don’t have a choice.

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49. With Trevor Zegras please!!

thank you so much for request! keep ‘em coming! i hope this is okay!

49. "I'm a little dizzy."

"trev you doin okay over there?" you had been observing the hockey player staring at the same tree for a couple of minutes now. you started to think there was something more going on in his brain.

a few hours earlier in a non hockey related incident he had slipped and smacked the back of his head hard on the pavement. upon an initial inspection there appeared to be some bruising forming at the impact site, but nothing more external.

who knew what was going on in his noggin though.

"huh?" trevor blinked hard, jerking his head back and shaking it all in one motion, bringing himself back to reality for the moment.

"i asked if you were doing alright. you seem a little off." furrowing your brows you watched is face a little closer, looking for any indication that there might be a little more going on.

he looked different. well actually he looked exactly the same as he always did, but at the same time it looked as though his face had been rearranged. it was hard to describe. but you knew. he wasn't alright.

"trevor?"

"what?" his annoyance coming out of no where. if the slight sass in his voice was evident enough, the little bit of a glare he had given you really tripped you.

"did you hear me before?"

"i did, y/n. i'm busy thinking about that game i have tonight."

"babe you don't have a game tonight."

"then the one i have tomorrow." he tried again to get the day of the game right. but it was the middle of june and the ducks never made it to the playoffs. there were no more games to be played until the following season.

"that's not ri-" trevor stood up, attempting to walk away from you before abruptly stopping. he reached out for you trying to gain some sort of stabilization.

"what's wrong." you take his hand, rushing to his side.

"im. uh. im a little dizzy." wrapping your arm around his waist, urging him to take a seat once again.

a funny face. confusion. dizziness. moodiness.

these where all tell tale signs it was time you needed to bring him in to get checked out now. if not for his safety, then for your sanity.

"you'll be okay sweet boy." you held his hand as you watched him resting in the hospital bed. you placed soft little kisses on his knuckles in an effort to let him know you weren't leaving.

it was a good thing you acted when you did. a ct, mri and a few other tests later, they discovered a brain bleed. nothing major that he couldn't recover from and be fine. thanks to you.

thanks again nony friend!

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Warm my Soul- Naga!Jotaro Chapter 2 (1/2) Study Master Disaster

Hey everyone, I thought I'd drop in and give at least half the chapter of 2 for you guys to have something to eat. I apologize for the lateness, a lot happened over Christmas and I've been stepping away from the JoJo community as a whole due to it. Things are rough here and I find I have little time to enjoy life, let alone write. Been dabbling on this chapter for too long and wanted to give what I have for now. Just know Im still here, just trying to find sanity and recover. <3 - Rhae

The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially thought. Upon further investigation, you realized how much effort had truly gone into making this home for him. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was as if they had plucked a chunk of the Naga's natural habitat up and put it in Washington State.

Thankfully, nothing in there was severely dangerous that might harm the faculty or Jotaro. However, after nearly a year and a half of stable recovery, Jotaro had regained the majority of his weight and was almost fully recuperated. This meant most things didn't threaten him anymore, as he was now a wall of sheer muscle. No one could force Jotaro to do anything against his will, which was both a blessing and a curse as his care took on new rules and roles.

On one hand, this meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

But on the other hand, this meant playing to his good side. If you could find it, since his distrust of people was only cemented after the big 'A' Incident' as your coworkers came to call it. Still, some people tried to push their luck with him some days, making him more quick to snap.

If fortunate, you'd escape with your bones intact but a few bruises. Those unlucky would be wearing a cast at minimum.

Kyoshi had warned you and others during Jotaro's recovery that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their bulk and sheer muscle, one would think they moved slowly. But that was not the case. Naga could move swiftly and quietly when motivated, crushing their prey with alarming strength that would only get stronger as they grew.

And they never stopped growing.

As if that wasn't bad enough, each Naga was equipped with potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat at a young age, with older Naga killing within forty seconds. When asked, Kyoshi refused to elaborate on how the venom worked, merely stating that: "Dead is dead, regardless of how you get there."

So, seeing as you had become Jotaro's primary caretaker, there were often moments when your mind would run rampant with thoughts of him lashing out at you in a fit of anger.

Though you knew in your heart that he wasn't like that. Jotaro may have been an odd cryptid. Silent, reclusive, and poor social skills all lined up to make him seem like a wall that would lash out at any moment. But you knew Jotaro enjoyed company that wasn't there to irke him and that he was polite and cordial to those that gave him respect. So you figured, after everything, the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom were....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras you had met on your second day in the man-made rainforest were joyfully friendly after several 'snack' filled encounters and would come trotting from their sunbathing spots to greet you every morning thereafter.

Perhaps a little too eager for snacks and their beloved 'scritches.' A word shared by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata, who was typically tasked with giving you the healthier snack buckets on your way in after a noticeable weight gain had been noted in the animals. Jotaro always gave her a weird look when he decided to wait for you at the entrance and saw you talking to the woman. She never said anything out of place, just interesting facts about cryptids and animals, but you never had the guts to ask Jotaro why.

Some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man as time passed, and no matter how much you reminded them about Angela, they still flapped their lips in gossip. Eventually, you had given up as people would assume things with or without encouragement. Deep inside, though, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world, regardless of how others viewed the relationship.

Like a lifeline, you were his bridge to civilization. Or so you hoped. But humility usually beat that thought into the dust when it reared its ugly head. You were never the type to boast or view yourself better than others. The world had enough of those kinds of people already. You just wanted to help in any way that you could.

So you began to delve into researching Naga in a subtle effort to find ways of helping Jotaro. One day, you asked Tomoko about Naga's, and she practically talked your ear off in excitement as they were her favorite. An interesting note of information from her was that Nagas typically are multiple species of snakes in one, Jotaro being a mixture between a Green Anaconda, reticulated Python, and the King Cobra. This explained his massive size, along with the type of venom he made and its extreme potency.

He wasn't so thrilled when you asked about his heritage, eyeing you with suspicion as he straightened during one of your morning walks. Two Toucans, one named Fruit and the other Loops, bounced on his tail in excitement, thinking it was time for treats.

"Why do you want to know?" he had asked sternly, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes.

"I just thought-" you hesitated, hands suddenly shaking as his shadow overcasted you. "Maybe it could help?"

Jotaro tutted in annoyance and had turned to you sharply. "Our deal doesn't include my past. Don't ask again." You shrunk down and nodded till he finally relented and continued the slither along, though he refused to speak further till you returned to his home to begin your work together.

The deal.

An accidental mishap, a sheer off-chance that somehow earned you a sliver of his trust. The Naga had caught you studying for a test during two-person care that had been initiated after Angela to prevent further offenses to the facility's residents. By being new to the facility, Jotaro had given you the benefit of the doubt of not being involved with Angela and that your care for him was genuine and not out of unwanted lust or illegal desires. While your coworker was on the phone in the next room, letting the doctors know that Jotaro had refused to eat or take his medicine again, it happened.

"What are you reading?" the Naga had asked you, causing you to jump in fright and launch the book across the room. The Naga frowned at your response, leaving you staring at him with your mouth wide open in shock.

He had never spoken before or deigned a reason to use words over hissing and growling.

Yet, there he was, asking about your homework. Stuttering, you tried to apologize, but Jotaro tutted in annoyance, "Just answer the damn question," he rumbled darkly.

While part of your brain went wild over what was happening, the other, more rational section was screaming danger and to flee. When Jotaro wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to return to his nap, you blurted out: "Oscar Veilto's Domain of Earth and Air."

To your surprise, he turned back to you with curiosity in his eyes. "Odd book for casual reading," Jotaro remarked dryly.

"It-I'm studying to be a Domain Nurse," you tried to clarify, blushing as you looked away in embarrassment. There's nothing like telling your patient you're studying him as part of your school work to start a healthy conversation...

"What did you think of his assessment of Pheonix's in chapter thirteen?" he continued, asking casually, but Jotaro's eyes belied the interest that was gripping him.

"Well, I thought he focused too much on how they mated, rather than why. Being born full of mercury gives them very little time to adjust or adapt to a new way of making young. Spontaneously combusting alive in an effort to burn away their poison tends to leave little room for descendants to change and become more." You rolled your hand as you talked, making gentle gestures as you pictured the bird in your hands.

Freezing on the spot, you nervously look at Jotaro, fearing the worst for running your mouth. Only, he was gazing at you with an intense look. Observing you down to the details. Gulping, you go to apologize when he suddenly nodded in agreement. "Yes, deeply flawed observations on Veilto's behalf. It's pitiful that they still have it in circulation for newer generations to base even more flawed hypotheses on. And people still wonder why they went extinct....."

You could feel yourself gaping again at him in shock. It was the most Jotaro had ever talked...ever. All because you had brought in a biology book on Cryptids. Coughing as you reigned your expression, you hesitantly ask, "Do...you know a lot about Cryptids?"

Jotaro deadpanned at you, the monitor in the background beeping loudly before the end of his tail twitched. "Perhaps...." he murmured, sinking into his pillows as he cast his gaze away.

You hurried to apologize, but the opening had sealed shut, like the snapping of a bear trap, and Jotaro returned to ignoring everything around him like a rock with moss growing on it.

You thought it was an opportunity gone and lost. Trying to put it behind you, you focused on studying again after retrieving your book.

Then, to add insult to injury, you failed the test miserably the following day. It was almost comical.

Almost.

While you swore you wouldn't be caught dead studying for a test at work again, during your next dual caretaking of Jotaro, he practically sprung on you. Verbally, that is.

"Failed the test?" He had hummed in observation the minute your coworker had stepped out to grab more rolls of gauze.

Caught off guard, you merely turned to look at him, pen frozen above the report you were making. "P-pardon?" you asked, tongue tripping over itself.

"The test," Jotaro repeated, eyes narrowing slightly at you, "The one you were studying for." When you still stared at him in perpetual shock, he sighed deeply before explaining further, "Veilto's Domain?"

A sharp rush of heat hit your face as you blushed in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" you had muttered mostly to yourself.

Jotaro's lips quirked slightly, barely noticeable in your staggered state. "I know the emotional distress a bad test in college can do..." The Naga continued.

A short laugh escaped you at the insanity of such a comment. A Cryptid, talking to a human about college tests.

This was absurd.

"Must have been a horrible score," Jotaro noted, eyeing you up and down again, forked tongue escaping his mouth to taste the air.

He had never done that before.

The opening had returned.

Your gut clenched in warning, but your heart chimed to you in a soft voice.

'Go on, tell him," it said.

"Twenty out of a hundred," You sighed in defeat, looking down in shame. Jotaro huffed, a strange noise from his frail body that made you worry.

Looking up at him again, you tried not to pry or seem desperate to keep the conversation going. He clearly had trauma from something, which meant you could only lead him so far out of his prison which was his mind and body.

Several minutes passed, and you feared that the opening had clamped shut on you once more. But then, "Who is your teacher?"

Eyebrows knitting, you looked around to see if this was some sort of prank. "Mr.Garauange," you answered.

Jotaro's eyebrows shot up, "That old wrinkly toad is still alive?"

"Unfortunately," you rubbed your temple just thinking of him. "Most bitter man I've ever met. Feels like he enjoys watching you suffer."

"He does," Jotaro answered with a snap of his jaws. You blinked twice in confusion before he waved your concern off. "I was under him for almost four years before he gave up on teaching 'my kind.'"

"Were you.... the one that got away?" you hesitantly asked, your fingers becoming clammy at the braveness of the question.

Jotaro laughed. Actually laughed. Dark and thrumming even in his weakened state. "Is that what he named me? Good grief, he couldn't come up with something more subtle....or original?"

Shuffling slightly, you nervously giggled at his joke, unsure how else to respond. The Naga fell silent, eyes distant as he became lost in thought. "Does he still allow a single retaking for failed tests?" Jotaro questioned, focusing his attention on you once more. You nod, and the Naga smirked devilishly. "Good, hand me your book," he grunted as he pulled himself up on his bed.

Now, you blanched in horror. "Why?" you demanded in fear, clutching your book to your chest like an elderly woman with their purse.

Jotaro snorted and huffed twice as he settled into a better reading position, "I want to play a little game on the toad." Extending an arm, he made a grabby motion. When you opened your mouth to refuse, he rolled his eyes and his hand. "Humor a sick cryptid." Looking around wildly, you expected some show host to come out and exclaim that you were just punked.

Or whatever they called pranks these days.

When nothing happened, a hot flush made you realize a drop of sweat was rolling down your face. Inhaling deeply, you thought to yourself, was offering a simple book and getting educational help from a nearly extinct species that hard?

The answer was yes, yes, it was.

With a herculean effort, you stepped forward and cautiously handed the book over. Jotaro took it from you respectfully, his massive hand holding the human-sized book like a small notebook. Carefully, Jotaro pulled it in and nestled it in front of him. A sneer crossed his face, "Personally edited by the toad himself... Good grief, I take it he expects you to take his words as law?" He opened it with the tentativeness of someone risking getting bitten.

You let Jotaro read for a few minutes, apprehensive as he glossed over the chapter you had marked for reconsumption. "Fae, huh?" he remarked after turning a few more pages. "Easy to get lost here. They range from pixies to faries and even changelings. Do you remember which one he chose for the test?"

"All of them..." You say softly as you rub your arm and look away from his piercing gaze.

"Of course he did," Jotaro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Asshole."

Hearing him swear threw you off a bit, making you jerk back to gape at him with puzzlement. A smidge of understanding hit you. Like switching shoes to ones that fit better, not perfect, but less tight and restrictive. You watched in silence for a few minutes as Jotaro perused the book.

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Birmingham | Tommy Shelby x Reader (Part 16)

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Some of (Y/N)'s past comes to light during the drive to Sheffield. She’s finally able to speak to her brother, and have the upperhand for once…until things change on a dime. Thankfully Tommy's there to back her up. After everything goes down, her mum is the first thing she can think about.

Warnings: language, strained familiar relationship, psychological abuse, weapons, violence (typical to series), character death, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 3151

A/N: alright, y’all…here’s the chapter. It’s all going down here. I hope that it doesn’t disappoint given this type of material isn’t what I normally write. A big shoutout is in order for @peakyscillian , who helped me with the structure for a part of this chapter. Also bonus points if you can pick out the line of Garrett’s where I channeled Fitzgerald from The Revanent. Enjoy ! :)

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(Y/N) kept her hands twisted tightly together in her lap as she stared out at the road ahead of her. With each second that passed, her grip got stronger. It was to the point where her fingernails were digging into her skin, but she didn't care. She needed some way to alleviate this nervous feeling that was bubbling up inside of her.

"Are you ok, (Y/N)?" she heard Tommy ask beside her. His voice made her look over at him to see that he was taking quick glances in her direction in between staying focused on the road. He must've seen the death grip she had on herself.

"Honestly...no," she answered, exhaling a long breath then. "I...my mind's not stopped since we've left Birmingham."

"What's going through it?" he asked, glancing in her direction once more.

"I can't stop thinking about what we're going to do. It's not quite the homecoming that anyone first thinks of," she responded, a bit of a nervous laugh bubbling past her lips after she finished speaking.

"(Y/N), if you're having doubts about being the one who..."

"No. It's not doubt about that," she abruptly cut him off the second she realized the direction his statement was heading in, "I'm the one who's going to do this. I need to...for my own sanity and for the hope that I can gain some peace moving forward. I will go about every day in a much calmer state of mind once I know he's no longer a threat to my mother or I."

Tommy slowed the car down and pulled over to the side of the road after noticing the shift in her voice as it faded out towards the end of her statement. He knew that her past with her family was complicated, but the extent of it had never been shared with him. Seeing her sink further into herself the closer they got to Sheffield made him realize that maybe now was the time to get the full extent of the story.

"Why're we stoppin'?!" Arthur called from the car behind Tommy's.

"Just stay in the car!" Tommy called back to him, killing the engine before he turned to look at (Y/N).

"What did we stop for?" (Y/N) asked a similar question to Arthur's.

"You seemed to be getting worse the closer we got to Sheffield," he told her his observation, "figured that maybe you'd need a moment."

(Y/N) was biting back her tears at this point. "I've taken one, so let's go, yeah?" her statement came out a little more forced than she'd hoped.

"Let's take another," he went against her wishes before continuing, "you said that you'd have a calmer state of mind once he's dealt with...what do you mean by that?" he decided to come right out with his curiosity, hoping that she'd trust him enough to share with him.

(Y/N) looked at Tommy for a few moments, deciding whether or not she wanted to open up and explain her past to him. Then she remembered him opening up to her about his past and what he was going through when they were at the Garrison. With a deep breath and a long sigh, she decided that he was someone she could confide in.

"As much as I hate to say it, I have not a good memory shared with either of my brothers," she started, seeing Tommy's eyebrows furrow together before she continued, "when my father took charge of the gang, he began to push the idea that a woman's place was outside the sphere of business. He brought my brothers up on that idea, so naturally they fell right into place with enforcing it. My mother...she was fine with it. It followed right in line with the Weller family's idea that a woman couldn't be the head of the gang, which was why my father took charge in the first place. But my brothers...they took it a step too far most times. They'd often take the psychological route..." she trailed off then, her voice giving out as different instances of her brothers making her feel inferior began to come to mind.

"Love, you don't need to..."

"No, I need to," she abruptly cut Tommy off, shaking her head as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, "maybe speaking about it will help alleviate the burden they've placed on me."

"Only if you feel comfortable," he told her, and she nodded her head before taking a deep breath.

She continued once she'd let it out slowly, "when I was younger it was the typical boys vs. girls, kid typed things. They'd tell me that I couldn't play with them, or that I couldn't be a part of the things they were doing. Clay pretty much stayed in that realm as he got older too; he'd tell me the same thing our father had instilled into our minds: a woman's place wasn't in business and that I had no need to be trying to insert myself into situations where I wasn't welcome. Garrett, on the other hand...he never knew how far was too far. He'd take every chance he got to put me down; to tell me that I wasn't good enough or that I couldn't handle anything. He liked to remind me that, because I was a woman, I was essentially useless to the family as a whole; that I'd never do anything for it like they did. He'd call me weak, he'd call me a coward...he would criticize me for staying inside and then tell me that I was making myself an easy target when I would go out. These remarks would get woven into almost every conversation we shared together, and it came up so much that I just got used to it," she paused, softly laughing to herself before continuing, "as terrible as it sounds, it was nice when he went off to war...because then I only had Clay to deal with, and he had other things going on, so letting me know my place in the family wasn't high up on his list."

"But then Garrett came back..." Tommy filled in the next part of her story when she took a moment to collect herself.

"He did. He came back even worse than he was before. His actions and ideas escalated, to the point where I had to run away," she took a shaky breath as her mind went back to the final days that she'd spent with her family. After a moment spent composing herself, she continued, "he and Clay were trying to make a deal stick...they thought they had the man to where he was going to agree, but he just wouldn't. So Garrett came up with the idea that he'd throw me in the deal as a sweetener, and after persistence from his end, the man bought it. I was to go with this man I'd never met because my brother decided that I was nothing more than a pawn to use in their business endeavors. I made it as far as the man's driveway before he had second thoughts and drove me back...he said he'd work things out on other terms. But Garrett wasn't happy about it. He thought that I was the one who made the man change his mind. He said that he would kill me if the business deal didn't go through in the end, because I would be the only reason why it wouldn’t...I left that night because I didn't want to wait around and see it through."

By the end of her monologue, (Y/N) had noticed that she now had crescent shaped marks in her wrist as a result of how hard she was pressing her fingers into it. She sniffled and reached up to swipe away the tears that were welling up in her eyes before they could escape.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to unload all of that onto you," she apologized, finally looking at Tommy again.

"Don't apologize. I'm sure doing it helped you," he brushed her off, hoping that his expression was being received as sympathetic. Inside an anger was boiling up with each second that passed. He now had another reason why this man needed to be dealt with before the sun set.

"It did," she nodded, "it's just that now my mum's in his crosshairs because she's still speaking with me, and I won't have her become even more collateral damage from my decisions. That's why I need to be the one who does this...who finally frees us from his grips."

"You're sure of it?" he checked with her once more, still not wanting to push her into something that may be too much...and if he was being honest, he wanted to do it himself now.

"I am," she answered, an assured expression on her face.

"Ok," he nodded upon hearing her answer, "are you ready to go?"

"I am," she repeated her previous response, nodding slightly as she spoke.

Tommy only nodded before he started the engine again, waving his hand out the window to get the attention of his brothers before he maneuvered the car back onto the road. (Y/N) took a deep breath as they began driving again, feeling better after getting things off of her chest. She was still slightly nervous about what was going to be done in a matter of hours, but she felt even more assured that this was the right thing to do.

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The car was parked down the lane from the pub that Garrett frequented. Tommy had decided that they would walk up so that things wouldn't be even more out of the ordinary. Arthur and John took the other men accompanying them to where they knew Clay would be at this time. They would all make sure that Clay and his associates would stay where they were while things played out.

"You ok?" Tommy asked (Y/N) as they approached the pub.

"I am," she nodded, taking another breath to calm the nerves that were bubbling up.

"And you have what you need?" he checked, referring to the revolver he'd given her before they left Small Heath.

"I do," she answered, her hand subconsciously going to where the weapon was situated in the waistband of her skirt, underneath the flowing part of her blouse.

"Ok," Tommy nodded, stopping and turning to look at her once they were a few steps from the pub's doors. "You can do this," he assured her one last time, his words making her nod, "and I'll be in the corner of the room if things don't go as planned."

(Y/N) nodded one last time and sent him a nervous smile before she turned and walked the few steps separating her from the doors. After another deep breath, she opened them and entered the pub.

The pub was basically empty. There were a few men scattered around the decently-sized room, drinking and minding their business. (Y/N)'s eyes fell on Garrett rather quickly. He was sitting in a stool straight in front of her with his back to the door. She could have easily done the job...just pulled out the gun and taken care of him without even being five steps into the establishment. But she didn't want it to go down like that. She wanted to speak her mind to him first.

So she confidently walked up to the bar, her shoes soundly loudly off the hardwood. She could hear Tommy enter the pub behind her and from the corner of her eye watched as he took a seat at an empty table next to the doors.

Without a word, she stopped at the bar and set her hands down on it. Instead of looking at him, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead. He'd recognize her soon enough.

Within seconds, he did. "It's awful bold of you to set foot in this city after all you've done," there was a smirk apparent in his voice...there always was.

"After all I've done?" (Y/N) countered, making sure that her voice was steady, "I just came to visit mum, Garrett. It was you and Clay who..." her steadiness cracked as she recalled that fateful day. Garrett noticed this and looked to capitalize on it, but she didn't give him the chance as she composed herself and kept speaking, "this is as much my city as it is yours, and you know that," she finished off with a glare.

Garrett chuckled at her comment, unbothered by her steely gaze. "Everyone clear out!" he called to the other patrons in the bar, who promptly heeded to his request. Tommy stayed tucked in the corner, where the darkness of the room hid him. (Y/N) stole a glance in his direction to make sure he was still there. "I need to have a word with my sister," Garrett continued, his grin still present. He waited until the room was clear to speak again, "you know I don't actually know how this is still your city since you bailed on it in the middle of the night," the cockiness was present once more.

"You of all people should know why I did that," she spat back at him, not having the tolerance for him to do this now.

"Why did you even come back here?" he disregarded her statement, "did mummy write you another letter telling you how oh-so terrible things are? Did she want you to come and save her?" he was talking in a mocking voice now.

She actually did, (Y/N) thought, but didn't dare say that.

"Why did you come back here, (Y/N)? Huh?" he continued to prod when she didn't say anything, instead keeping her stone faced gaze on him.

"I came to deal with something I should have a long time ago," she answered him, her words coming through gritted teeth as she tried to keep herself calm. She'd been waiting to do this for a while now, she didn't want to mess it up or jump ahead of herself.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised. She wasn't sure if he noticed her movement as she slowly pulled her weapon from the waistband of her skirt.

"To make sure that you can't hurt me or anyone else ever again," she told him, keeping her words steady as she brandished the weapon, holding it up for him to see. Wasting no time in pointing it at him, she kept her hands steady and her grip relaxed. She couldn't let him see how she was really feeling.

A grin slowly formed on Garrett's face as he realized what was happening now. He didn't show one ounce of fear or shock at what (Y/N) had done. "You wanna show me how much you've grown now, huh? You go to fucking Birmingham and all of a sudden you think you know how to handle a fucking weapon?!" he started screaming at her, inching closer to her as he spoke, making her shrink into herself slightly. She held the gun steady though. "Fucking show me then! Use it on me!" he taunted, moving even closer to her.

(Y/N) gritted her teeth and kept her hold. No matter how much screaming she was doing inside of her mind now, she couldn't get herself to pull the trigger. She was frozen in her spot as all of the memories of the times he'd taken this similar tone with her flooded back again.

In a flash, Garrett grabbed the gun out of her hand, managing to do so before she could even react to him. She gasped at the feeling of the weapon, and the power, leaving her hands and tried so hard to maintain her composure as he flipped the barrel around to face her, grinning like a maniac now.

"See...you don't know how to do a fucking thing. You're still the same, pathetic coward that ran away. Still scared to do anything..." he trailed off, pulling the hammer of the gun back as he kept it pointed at her. His grin grew as he stared her down. "What am I to do now? How could I possibly let you walk away from this, huh?" his final word was accentuated by the sound of the gun clicking, which made (Y/N) flinch and squeeze her eyes shut.

What brought her back was the sound of his laughter. She opened her eyes to see him opening the chamber and spinning it, seeing the bullets that were loaded into it - in all but one of the slots. He then shut it and spun it once more, eyeing her up and down as he chuckled again. "Next time you plan on killin' a person, you best remember to load your gun properly, you fuckin'..."

A loud bang sounded out in the room, stopping Garrett mid sentence. (Y/N) dropped to the floor at the sound of it, covering her head as a last ditch effort as a ringing sound took over all of her senses.

"(Y/N)!" the voice was muffled, the ringing still taking center stage. "(Y/N)!" it called again.

She didn't know how long it was before she opened her eyes again. After blinking a few times, she found Tommy kneeling in front of her. She also felt a presence to her left, but she dared not to look in that direction; knowing exactly what, or rather who, it was.

"Are you ok?" he asked her, his voice more clear now. Concern was deeply etched into his features.

"I...I think I am," she stumbled over her words, nodding slightly.

"Let's get you up then, eh?" he suggested, making her nod again as she took hold of his outstretched hand and allowed him to slowly pull her to her feet. "Are you sure?" he asked her, his eyes locked onto hers as he tried to search them; to see if he could gain any underlying clues.

"Yes," she breathed, nodding again, "is he...?" she couldn't even finish her sentence without choking up.

Tommy knew exactly what she was getting at though. "He's dead."

(Y/N) nodded at this new information. "Good," she breathed, giving another slight nod. She took a few deep breaths before someone popped into her mind. "I need to go see my mum," she said then, just barely getting the words out before she stepped past Tommy and headed for the door.

If Tommy called out for her, she didn't hear him. She exited the pub and allowed her feet to take her down the streets without much thought. She needed to see her mum, and she needed to see her now.

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scummy-writes · 3 months

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A Pinch Of Love - A Gilbert/Silvio/Reader fanfic

Rating: Mature/Explicit (minors dni)

Words: 1089

Tags: Modern au, cooking together, cum tasting/drinking, cum cookies, spit tasting references, references to blowjobs, biting, cooking with cum, poly relationship

This is for @xxsycamore's Sweet and Spicy Wintertime prompt list! I am late as usual when I try to join a prompt thing, but I still had fun! As soon as she dropped this I knew I had to write gilbert being a fuckin weirdo (affectionate). Thank you, Mo, for making this event!!

It wasn't unusual for Gilbert to keep you company in the kitchen, idly sitting at the nearby table while you switched between reading recipes to mixing in ingredients. What was, however, was Silvio joining the two of you.

While you busied yourself with the batter, they sat at the table clad in their pajamas- a requirement that you insisted on for today's festivities. Because for the first time, all three of you could be together for Christmas.

Not a baker himself, Silvio sat by Gilbert and offered his help in other ways: such as smacking Gilbert's hand away from the shakers of sprinkles and icing that littered the table.

“Will ya stop that?”

Gilbert ignored him, successfully swiping a shaker with snowflakes and pearl sprinkles inside, popping the lid open. As he poured some onto his palm for easier eating, Silvio rolled his eyes.

“If ya eat everything before we can even decorate, what's the damn point in us takin’ the day off fer this?”

For the sake of your sanity, you ignored how Gilbert prodded and teased Silvio back, focusing on the next step in your process.

“Gil? Can you tell me what else comes after the spices?”

He lazily swiped on your phone, reading out the next set of directions for you, “the recipe says to add a ‘pinch of love’.”

You muttered a hum, amused with the cutesy addition, but in the background you heard Silvio click his tongue. A warning sound towards his growing annoyance. Peeking at them, you saw Gilbert's lips quirk into his telltale smile. His eyes flicked between giving your mouth, and Silvio's, a slow once over, and you knew what he was going to suggest. An implemented habit that he had been trying to instill in the both of you: spitting.

Silvio stared. Unblinking, slowly furrowing his brows as Gilbert's smile widened.

“The damned coffee wasn't enough fer ya?”

“Hehe, and what if it wasn't? What if I'd like you both to-”

“Don't drag ‘er into this!”

“If you'd rather, we can try a different ingredient.”

Silvio went to speak, but instead caught how Gilbert's eyes trailed down his torso, settling between his legs for a moment before flicking back towards Silvio's gaze.

“Ain't no fuckin’ way, these cookies are fer all of us.”

“Hmm? I've never complained about how either of you tasted before. Surely-”

“No. I ain't doin’ that.”

The chair was pushed back as Silvio stood up, gaining distance between him and Gilbert by leaning against the fridge instead. Still keeping his promise by spending time with the two of you, but avoiding further teasing.

In theory.

Because when you laughed and shook your head, intending to turn back to focus on mixing, you heard the shuffling of chairs. Light steps, a few curses slipped under a sigh. All enough to stop you once more, peeking over your shoulder to see Gilbert facing Silvio. He stared Silvio down with a smile, moving his cold hands to Silvio's hips.

Watching how Silvio slowly relented to Gilbert made you awestruck, in ways. Both men were stubborn in what they wanted, yet out of the three of you, Silvio hardly confessed to his wants unless he felt in control of them.

Which led him to being pressed up against the fridge, turning his head away from the both of you, cheeks flushed as Gilbert teased his fingers along the waistband of Silvio's gray pajama bottoms. Unable to admit to his more ‘odd’ desires once again.

Gilbert gave no slack, like you did. Instead he doubled down on his teasing, always itching to have Silvio speak out on the pleasures he sought.

“I thought you liked to watch?” He teased, but when Silvio made no further movement, he just simply shrugged.

Slowly, Gilbert hooked two fingers on his waistband, easily pulling it down just enough for Silvio's hardened cock to slip free, eliciting a shuddering sigh from both of them.

“Hehe, you always fuss about how gross I am, but look at how hard you are.”

“That's just-ngh…”

At his cock finally being touched by Gilbert ghosting his fingers along the length, Silvio finally looked over at Gilbert- only to have his cheek pressed back against the fridge.

“Who said you could look after lying like that?” The words were a playful chide, but Gilbert still kept Silvio's head in place as he murmured in his ear, “it's only good boys who get to watch.”

His body tensed as Gilbert flattened his tongue against his neck, licking a wet stripe along the length, ending with a bite between his shoulder and neck. Hard enough to mark, to bruise, but not draw blood.

There were complaints on the tip of Silvio's tongue, ready to fly out, but you didn't miss the way his cock twitched, especially as Gilbert trailed his fingers along the underside.

“Hey,” Gilbert called to you, voice no longer holding the warning edge it had for Silvio, “make sure he behaves?”

There was no need for clarification, not when Gilbert finally let go of Silvio's chin to ease onto his knees, taking time to mouth kisses down Silvio's abdomen to rile him up further.

So you set your mixing spoon aside, moving to face Silvio, to hold him in place with kisses and bites, your hand snaked under his shirt to tease his chest. Despite how many times the three of you had been intimate, his ears still blazed bright, trying to hold back his moans when Gilbert's lips reached the base of his cock.

Soft crackling emitted from the fireplace as the three of you sat together on the couch, watching the first of many holiday movies for the day. Blankets were haphazardly shared between you, with Gilbert claiming more even when his spot was closest to the fire. Through the layers, Silvio's hand sought yours, fingers twining together.

On the coffee table lay the cookies you all had a hand in making today, decorated clumsily with icing. Some of the shaped cookies were clad in eyepatches, others with jewelry or coin, while others had rabbit ears and hearts for decorations.

Gilbert, eyes still on the television, reached for another. He acted oblivious towards Silvio's staring, turning towards the man and offering a cookie.

“Want one?”

“Those are all yours.”

“Technically, they all have a piece of us in them, so-”

“No.”

And once more, the bickering began anew. Yet through all of Silvio's sighs, he still had an arm snaked around Gilbert's shoulders, sharing what warmth he had.

steeples hands. I really just wanted to write the endscene, but I needed context and. Well. Cum cookies (cumkies, if you will.)

You saw the tags. I don't really wanna hear any complaints if you didnt like it, please and thank you.

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lephamquynhnhu · 9 months

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Millennial Aegis

Chapter 3

Jing Yuan x Fem! reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: Arranged marriage, the reader has a default name, OOC, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: ~2300

Summary: He is so stubborn to give up on you, and you are too hard-headed to reciprocate his affection. When do you both stop torturing each other?

Note: I don't know how you can find my fanfic, but I am genuinely grateful for your support. This will be a short series, and I have already had an ending for it.

However, the general refuses to sleep, his mind falling into spiral thoughts and wandering to the golden day you two first met.

"I didn't expect that a businesswoman could perry those blows fluidly. They were all perfect movements." - Lord Jing Yuan brightly praised as he escorted you to the Stargazer Navalia's clinic.

"Father taught me Jujutsu to protect myself in many dangerous circumstances, and a merchant must know some martial art when traveling alone." You replied with a small smile, yet melancholy vaguely clouded your eyes, which Jing Yuan quickly noticed. Your father was a strict and conservative man, so his decision was ultimate. Growing up with countless rules and rigid regulations was the factor of robotic demeanors but resourcefulness in your personality.

Throughout the escorting time, the general loved listening to your distant dreams and seeing your smile, even if you rarely did. Therefore, Jing Yuan cherished each second of staying by your side; and he felt the path shortened more than expected when the two of you reached your destination. Since that day, he could not get rid of your figure, his mind kept rewinding your smile as a broken record, and a nice glow bloomed over his chest as he thought about you. Jing Yuan supposed he headed over heel for you because of the dauntless action and your intellect. Jujutsu was an art of self-defense, but you also used it to taunt the enemy's attention and protect your partner valiantly.

However, the general did not gain any contact information except your name, so it took him two months to investigate your identity. He knew it was his fault when taking you against your will, but he could not afford to lose his beloved again.

"I vow to my name. By all my intelligence and power, I will protect and adore you forever." - Lord Jing Yuan silently declares as he kisses your lock lovingly.

You finally woke up and saw him sleeping soundly beside you. His strong arms are wrapped tightly around you. Your body feels relaxed from last night's activities. As soon as you see his face, a shiver runs down your spine as the last-night event flashes back. You quickly turn around and start criticizing yourself.

" We...we had sex" - The heat is creeping up to your ears again when you recall the general's lustful face pounding into you mercilessly. As you intend to move out, he hugs your frame even tighter.

"Stay by my side a little longer, will you?" - The general still closed his eyes and murmured in the morning voice. You feel yourself blush harder as turning to him and argue that you both overslept and he should be ready to attend at the Cloudfort. You secretly felt grateful for regaining your sanity and confidence to face him.

His Highness slowly opens his eyes and softly caresses your cheek, a hint of playfulness dancing in his orbs.

"Don't worry about it. We both got tired after all those fun times yesterday."

Your eyes divert elsewhere except those amber pupils as you gently remove his hand and let go of him.

"Very well then, you can stay as you wish. I will freshen up first."

The moment you start walking, sudden aching shocks to the very core cause you to stumble on the floor. Lord Jing Yuan quickly catches you before you fall. He helps you stand up and holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. A knowing concern washes over his face. You politely thank him when peeling your body off him again to take the cloak covering your naked body and carefully stride up to the bathroom. After you leave the room, he sits on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He sighs deeply, thinking about what happened yesterday. A smile appears on his lips as he thinks about how beautiful you were last night.

As soon as at the private space, you quickly wear off the robe and inspect yourself in the mirror. Three hickeys scatter on your collarbones, several toothprints on your shoulder blade, and a handprint faintly bruise your hips.

You gave an exasperated sigh and internally lamented at the consequence of a passionate night. When you finish freshening up and leaving the bath, your room has been cleaned and decorated with fresh flowers. The general is waiting for you at the dining table with a light meal. He is back in the usual military uniform. His tail hair also dripped off the water, showing he just had a quick shower in the other bathroom.

You both silently have breakfast together but are lost in thought. When ready to go off, Lord Jing Yuan places his hands on your shoulders and leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

"A Zhi, I...- Before he completes the sentence, you interrupted with a light curtsy which implied no farther advance - "I'll see you later, your Highness."

He nods slowly and says nothing, then before going to the Cloudfort, he turns back to bind goodbye to you, smiling softly.

We then live our plain days for the next one hundred years. Lord Jing Yuan keeps managing the Xianzhou. As for me, I coordinate the domestic affairs in his estate, sometimes being his temporary advisor. Thanks to the peace, I spent most of my time in Lord Jing Yuan's study room reading books or assigned to supervise some vicinity in Xianzhou Loufu. Through a century, I orchestrated him into countless decoys, yet the general never fails into them, even one. The general also attempted to close our proximity but never fruitfulness because I cleverly avoided his affections all the time. As a result, those trials gradually died away as he recognized there was no way I felt in love with him.

Before the wedding, I used to tell Lord Jing Yuan that it hurt when love someone who did not love him, and it turned into truth. I could sense the sorrow behind his long lashes whenever facing me, yet there was nothing I was eligible to do. We still sleep in the same bed but are always people of two different worlds, and he never lays a finger on me again since the first night. We both are too stubborn, so the price to pay is spirit torture to eternity.

"General, her Ladyship...stays at the Exalting Sanctum and refuses to return the estate." - Yan Qing is his Highness's disciple adopted last year - reports awkwardly.

Lord Jing Yuan quirks an eyebrow at the young boy, and a small smile appears on his lips since this must be one of your traps. He genuinely loves and spoils you rotten, but the obstinateness needs a truce. The general decides to pick you up himself and quickly dismisses Yan Qing.

Before Jing Yuan arrived at the Exalting Sanctum, streetlights and flower-shaped lanterns lit gloriously across Xianzhou. The ship is even more vibrant than daylight. When rendezvous at the guest room, it seems you have been waiting for him as you read books and leisurely sipped tea.

"Three rounds of gaming chess. If you win any of them, I will let go of you. Or else, you must stop being stubborn and return to the estate with me." - He exclaims while sitting parallel to you with his chin resting on his palm.

You perceive that he eventually has lost all patience because of the annoyance in your behavior. The general has fallen into your long-term end when suggesting this treatment and his bargain chips. You expressionlessly observe Lord Jing Yuan's face while carefully calculating the next move. His frame indicates seriousness, yet there is indescribable confidence in the general's eyes. "It is an enormous gamble when playing in his specialty. However, the reward is too good to be true. What a dilemma." - You monologue and start weighing the elements.

"I accept the challenge, but you must concede me the first five moves in every round because I am on the disadvantageous side as playing your specialty." - You lower your voice when modifying the conditions prudentially. This factor will accumulate your victory and secure your safe point. "I will adapt to the general's playing style in the first round, plan the counteracted strategy in the consecutive wave, and checkmate him in the last game."

As soon as Jing Yuan quickly accepts and hums in amusement at the condition, you think the victorious goddess blessed your side. However, there is a fatal factor that you forget.

"Checkmate! A Zhi, you lost." - he calmly declares after winning three solid rounds.

[That he would rather die than let go of you.]

You look petrified at the chess with a hollow mind.

"Absolutely defeated..."

You unconsciously clench your hand so tight that the knuckles become white as a sheet of paper, and your palm threatens to bleed with the pressure of nails. "Lord Jing Yuan's style of playing chess is utterly peculiar. I could not get him because it constantly changed and nullified my moves."

You feel like you have gone berserk. Everything crumbles. The general of Xianzhou eliminated your strategy with detailed tactics and underwent an entire century in only one step. Suddenly, a warm hand thaws your icy one, which brings you back to reality as His Highness unravels your fingers.

"You are hurting yourself." - he gently massages your hand with a concerned look.

"My apologies, Lord Jing Yuan. I am just..." - Before you finish the sentence, Jing Yuan quickly removes his cloak to wrap it around your figure.

"It is getting chill outside, my dear. And don't worry. We can rematch any time you want with the same conditions."

You surprisingly inquire again as if you misheard him. The general pulls you into his embrace and confirms his answer as he pats your head lightly. A glee appears on his face because of two things. You did not push him away or evade his affection as usual, and he found a new hidden aspect of your personality. He never expects you to be that competitive.

"Let us head home. Little Jin."

You keep your words to the contract but rematch with him restlessly for the next 50 years. The loss counts up to 2573 rounds and shows no stop sign. Finally, you are bored with the repeating duty and head toward the botanic garden to refresh your mind with the old hobby.

The garden is enormously vast and sublimely tailored to look like the epitome of a pristine forest with emerald color. The dazzling sunlight of early Summer danced through the slit of leaves shining the pathway, and cicadas started their iconic song. You silently rejoice as soft breezes with a faint floral aroma gently caress your cheeks. You began playing a folk song with a bamboo flute, then all your favorite compositions. Birds also sing their melody along with your rhythm. A sudden clap resonates behind your back when completing. You turn around and see Lord Jing Yuan looking at you, grinning happily.

"Pardon me for my rudeness, your Highness. I didn't notice you were here." You quickly greet him with a small smile. A nightingale flies down to sit at his point finger, then mischievously jumps on his shoulder. The general watches the bird hopping up and down on his shoulder before looking at you.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." - Jing Yuan's voice sounds gentle and soothing - "So, you are the musical master of Yan Qing? I saw a flute dangling at his side last week, yet I forgot to ask him."

You hum shortly as an answer to his rhetoric question and change the topic. After several dialogues, you learn that Jing Yuan usually stays in the garden to play chess with himself and accidentally hears you playing music. As your spirit is in a high mood, you suggest performing his requested songs. Time seems to flow slower to the general in this ardent Summer, and he feels this peaceful sentiment has not appeared for ages. There is always an invisible gigantic wall between you and him, but now, it is like a rendezvous of two soulmates after a century. Even if this short-lived moment is an ephemeral dream, Jing Yuan graciously treasures each second passing. As long as you stay by his side, nothing matters now.

When fulfilling the performance, the general maneuvers his hands, and you are astonished by a hairpin in his palm.

"I never expected my Lord can be a magician." - A light chuckle escapes your lips as you look at the ornament. It is an exquisitely carved camellia with ivory raindrops. The flower petal is as red as his hair tie, and the pistil shares the same color as Jing Yuan's eyes.

"I intended to gift the bespoken hairpin to you this evening. But my lady is here now, so the wait is needless." - he gently pins it on your hair and smiles brightly as compliments you.

A bittersweet suddenly tastes on your tongue as you subconsciously touch the carved flower. It is sweet because no matter how many times you gave him your cold shoulder, Lord Jing Yuan's adoration for you never changes. It is bitter because you feel guilty, unable to reciprocate his love. The two of you were then immersed in gaming chess at the wood pavilion in the garden until sunset. They were no longer rematches because you wanted to play mere chess with him, and you could practically see the jubilant sparkling in his eyes all day. However, the happier he is, the more sinful you feel. At night, when you both settle in bed, you ask him why you cannot win even a single time, or at least let you win a round since they were not re-challenges.

"Because losing to you means losing my lady forever." - There is clever wordplay in his answer as the general crosses his arms and stares at the ceiling. Although he hints at humor, you know that Jing Yuan is deadly serious and still clings to a sliver of hope of winning your heart.

"Hah...General is always stubborn, after all..." - You internally laugh, but it is humorless.

#hsr x you #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail fanfic

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96percentdone · 4 months

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It is deeply frustrating to me that it is a relatively common opinion that Amame murdering Uru was a moral good because it was "justice", and she "stopped Uru." To be clear, they're right that he needed to be stopped. His plan was evil, whether he has the sanity to parse that or not (and he demonstrably does not), but I think that's entirely beyond the point of the claims about the morality of Amame's actions. Whether or not Uru was in the wrong (he was by every possible metric) is not a worthwhile question to ask when it comes to evaluating what justice is.

First, and I cannot emphasize this enough, Amame literally didn't stop him. She just objectively didn't! Yes, he died, but the present day half of the plot plays out fucking anyway because it turns out the genocidal maniac had contingency plans to carry out his scheme! His guys do it for him! He says in his own tapes he planned for this just in case! Is that stopping him? The Nirvana Initiative gets as far as the genocide missile launching before his plan is actually ended. I cannot stress this enough; ya boi straight up almost won at KILLING EVERYONE posthumously. Sorry, but the in universe team "Amame did nothing wrong" is like suffering terminal hindsight bias, which is hilarious, because all of them were literally there when Uru almost killed everyone on the earth from beyond the grave.

Moreover, because Amame (and Gen who is helping her) spend that entire period of time trying to keep the murder a secret, she ends up actively getting in the way of stopping his plan until on the day of the initiative she finally steps forward because she can't take the pressure and the guilt any longer. She keeps critical information about the exact problem they are dealing with--like the fact that the guy they're looking for is fucking dead--a secret on purpose! Whether or not the police would have gotten anywhere faster if he lived is irrelevant; her actions for what actually happened made things worse. And there's a good reason for this! It's the same reason she is utterly ravaged by guilt for her own actions, despite how hard she tries to convince herself and the world she has no regrets: murder is always wrong, and Amame wanted revenge.

Revenge murder really isn't this incredible healing force people can hype it up to be in their heads. Amame says she went because she wanted to hear what he had to say. She wanted closure. Now of course he's severely out of his mind and everything he said in that moment pissed her off, understandable, and she'd have to wait like 100 years for him to maybe parse he was wrong, so okay, but did the revenge work? "I'm going to make you suffer the same pain..." She waits for him to be conscious when she kills him, she is explicitly out to make him hurt, but like...was it actually effective? No, lmao. The funny thing is, that first line we see of that flashback where she kills him is Uru referencing his own torture: "Yes, this world is an imperfect one. I was put through much hardship." At this point, even if he didn't tell her the details, we the players know he was held prisoner in a cell for over two decades and had his organs harvested so frequently anesthetics stopped working on him. We are being deliberately reminded of this fact so that when Amame says her classic one-liner, we'll know it was for nothing.

Revenge isn't justice. You can convince yourself that it will be satisfying, it's what he deserves, it's what you deserve to do, but what's left when it's over? What did you really gain? Amame didn't gain anything. This didn't heal her at all. She still mourns her father the same, only now she has to deal with new, worse problems of her own making. She spends the last of her free days catatonic from fear and guilt, she hates that she betrayed Shouma and Gen and her actions will force her to leave them, because she lost sight of what matters most in the name of punishment. It will never matter that Uru was wrong. Amame killed Uru for the same reasons he killed her father, and Horadori, and Jin; how could she ever be right? The fallout of her actions on her own psyche and on the world at large is the greatest proof of that.

If your definition of justice is just "we destroyed the bad guy most responsible for the problem" your definition of justice is worthless. The world is not meaningfully made better by punishing wrongdoers, but by healing the social and political ills that lead to their creation and that ravage to the victims they left behind.

#hope.txt #doi amame #amame doi #aini #nirvana initiative #aitsf #my meta #truly the most frustrating part of this is this is a common opinion with amame likers #and its like #do you guys actually like the character that was written or what #do you respect her story at all #do you respect the immaculate tragedy to her writing at all or just the idea of sad killer girl uwu #i forgot to tag uru #to be fair to me tho im the only bitch who posts in there #uru somezuki #somezuki uru

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Prompt: Drunken Words

Hi, guys! I’ve always wondered how Chishiya would react to drunk people/a drunk reader, so I thought I’d give it a go. I do want to warn you: this one is quite angsty, and gets a bit dark. There are mentions of violence, death, alcohol, self harm/suicidal ideation, strong language, etc. Please use caution if you are sensitive to any of these themes! Hope you guys enjoy, and please do let me know of any requests! I’m wondering if I should do another version of this, but from his perspective? Let me know if that sounds interesting! - S

It wasn’t your intention to get drunk; but then again, it hadn’t been your intention to kill anyone, either. When in Rome, right? It was all survival, anyways. If poisoning your blood with alcohol meant you could go another night without putting a bullet through your skull, then really…it was no different from the bullets you’d lodged into that girl’s body. A life for a life. What was it he’d told you? “To gain something, you need to lose something.” If you thought about it that way, then alcoholism seemed like a pretty good trade for your sanity.

The taste of the drink was disgustingly sour, and it burned its way through your body as you swallowed with a grimmace. There was a comfort to the pain, though. It was real, and it brought you to the present moment, and it hurt far less than the memory of what you’d done not three hours prior. What had her name been? Hana? Haru? Pathetic. You took another swig, willing yourself to succumb to the fog that was slowly filling your head.

That was the true beauty of alcohol- not the fruity taste, or the pretty colors, or the cute little umbrella that the bartender had added. The beauty was held in the moral ambiguity that it allowed. If you thought long enough about it, you supposed that was probably what drew everyone to the Beach- what drew them to the Borderlands in general. Your mind flashed to Niragi, the Beach’s very own boogeyman. More animal than human, driven on impulse and hormones, every bit of which was allowed in a place like this. The Borderlands suited him well, and you began to wonder if it could maybe suit you, too. Niragi doesn’t feel guilt, you thought. But I’ll be damned if he doesn’t know how to shoot. You threw back another swig to drown out the thought before it could form into a dangerous path.

Before long, your glass was empty, pushed to the side to join the three other glasses you’d collected so far. You could feel the bartender’s eyes flash in your direction, and you didn’t have to look up to know what he was thinking. You were drinking too much, too fast, and too openly. You were making yourself vulnerable, something you’d sworn never to do. In fact, it was something you had ridiculed the rest of the Beach residents for, scoffing at their willingness to let down their guards in a place like this. But that was just the thing-- you didn’t want your guard let down, you wanted it fucking destroyed.

This place might seem like a perpetual nightclub on the outside, but you knew damn well the horrors that lay within. The secrets, the lies, the monsters. This was no safehaven, no utopia, and anyone who treated it as such was a fool. But you were in pain, and the alcohol was supposed to remedy things like pain. Besides- if some monster were to find you like this, defenseless and impaired, would it really be so bad? Your mind wandered to the girl…that damn girl. She had been defenseless. She had been impaired. It didn’t stop you, did it? Caught in a beartrap, pleading for her life, and you’d shot her all the same just so you could go back and drink yourself to death.

“Y/n,” came a voice from behind.

Ah, you thought. So a monster has found me. You turned to face him, finding with a start that it was more difficult to stay balanced in your seat than before. Like a moth to a flame, your eyes found his own- deep and dark, and maddeningly blank. A part of you hated that he’d been the one to find you like this, but the other part of you- a part pulled to the surface by the alcohol, you presumed- soaked up his presence like soil soaking up water after a drought.

“Chishiya,” you replied. Your voice slurred in a way that enraged you. Never before had you felt so foolish, so weak. You braced yourself for the snarky comment he was sure to fire your way. Ever the opportunist, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the chance to bathe in arrogance. But the comment never left his mouth, and his eyes never betrayed his thoughts. He was so unlike you- so composed. It made you hate him all the more.

No longer able to look at him, you clumsily spun back around to face the bar. Lifting a hand into the air to wave down the bartender, you nodded toward your ever-growing pile of empty glasses.

“Another,” you said simply. The bartender hesitated, glancing between you and your unwelcome guest. After what you’re sure was a warning glare from Chishiya, the bartender cleared his throat awkwardly before spinning away to tend to the other Beach residents. Annoyed, you rolled your eyes dramatically and let out a huff to blow the hair away from your face.

“It’s rude to cancel another person’s order,” you grumbled, half-sure that he hadn’t been able to hear. Of course, he had.

“No more rude than drinking the bar out of stock,” he retorted with amusement. “Perhaps you never learned to share.” Pulling the chair out from beside you, he took a seat. You were surprised by his decision to stay, knowing full well that this was entirely not his scene. Finding the courage to spare him a glance, you found his eyes darting warily between the intoxicated bodies dancing not too far away. He was out of his element, and you took that as a win. If you had to be drunk and miserable, then the least he could do was be a little uncomfortable.

“I’m fine,” you said suddenly. You weren’t quite sure why you’d said it. You knew he didn’t care, and you were certain that you didn’t care. Perhaps it was simply the thing to say in moments like this, when one is caught like a wounded animal. Drawing his eyes back to your own, Chishiya blinked at you.

“I never said you weren’t.”

He hadn’t. And it wasn’t fair to accuse him as such. But there was something in his eyes- whether you were imagining it, you weren’t quite sure- that almost looked like pity. And he could not pity you. In the short time you’d known the man, there were several things you’d wanted to receive from him- partnership, companionship…hell, maybe even feelings. But never his pity. So you resented his presence regardless.

“Fuck off, Chishiya,” you said darkly. The poison from the alcohol must have kicked in somewhere along the way, because you could have sworn that your words were dipped in venom. But the man had leather for skin, and your words were brushed off within seconds. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those stupid eyes of his. Those stupid, beautiful eyes.

“It’s time to leave,” he said after a moment. You wanted to hate how gentle his tone was- wanted to accuse him, again, of pitying you. But his words wrapped around your aching heart like a hug, chipping through the ice with their warmth. You pondered for a moment if it was worth it to put up a fight. It was what you wanted to do, after all. You wanted nothing more than to shout at him, cut down his ego and sever whatever this thing was between you for good. It could be easier that way. It could be what you deserved.

But then he held out a hand for you to take, and suddenly it didn’t matter what you wanted, but instead what you needed. He wouldn’t be like the alcohol; he wouldn’t burn you to make you feel, he wouldn’t drown out the memories of that poor girl, and he wouldn’t allow your morals to crumble like Niragi. He didn’t come in fruity flavors, bright colors, or with a cute little umbrella. But he was warm in a way alcohol could never be, and right now, he was the only thing capable of numbing the pain, even just a little. You needed him.

Taking his palm with your own, you let him pull you to your feet. Thankfully, the sky had long grown dark, and the crowd of people dancing around you provided discretion as the two of you weaved your way back into the hotel. You weren’t sure when the tears had started to fall, but if Chishiya had noticed, he had been kind enough not to mention it. You scrubbed at them furiously with your sleeve, desperate to remove their stain before they could be seen. By the time you reached your room, you seemed almost half put-together.

Resting your head against the wall outside of your room, you waited patiently for Chishiya to open the door. He did so silently and with ease before turning back to you and taking your hand once more. It was brief, but for a second he held your eyes with his own. There was no pity there like you had feared before, but something deeper and more understanding. He guided you through the doorway and to your bed, where you collapsed into a ball. Sitting next to you, Chishiya’s hands found their way back to their favorite place in his pockets as he stared ahead quietly at the wall.

“I want you to stay with me,” you whispered into your pillow. By now, the adrenaline had run its course through your body and been replaced with a heavy fatigue. You found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open, but you were determined not to fall asleep just yet. A few moments passed before he responded to you, and you began to wonder if he hadn’t heard.

“I know,” he said finally. Still turned away from you, it was impossible to see the expression on his face. Not that there would ever be much to see. He seemed lost in thought, breathing slowly with his eyes still burning into the wall. You wondered if he was calculating his next decision. Everything seemed like a game of chess to him- no choice could be made without deliberation and intent. You wondered if you’d ever get to see him relaxed, maybe somewhere outside of the Borderlands. You wondered if he ever was relaxed. The thought made you horribly sad, and you craved to have his hand in your own again. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he made his move.

Rising from his position, he paused only for a moment before heading toward your door. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he parted, willing him back with each step he took. I guess he does burn like alcohol, you thought with bitter amusement. Once he reached the door, he paused once more, turning his head slightly. It was not enough for you to be able to see his face, just enough to send the message he was regarding you.

“Sleep on your side,” he said. With that, he opened your door and disappeared into the hallway.

#chishiya headcanons #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya fanfic #chishiya imagine #chishiya x reader #chishiya fic #chishiya x y/n #chishiya aib #chishiya angst #chishiya x gender neutral reader #chishiya x gn reader #chishiya x you #alice in borderland #aib

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pastel-omegas-blog · 1 year

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⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

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The crowd cheered as the head of a tall blond haired alpha rolled off the execution stand on to the dirty cobblestone streets, leaving a trail of blood pooling around it as it kept rolling. Their green souless eyes focused on the stands as their vision faded into darkness and the pain that had enveloped their being was beginning to go numb.

One thought going Their mind as the last thing they striking a flood wave of anger to their dying core and then silence filled the air once it stopped.

Then a loud cheer broke through the crowd.

The evil villain had been slain.

Their hands raised in the air as their voices roared in joy, anger, anguish and a thirst for revenge, some of them spitting on the head, while others dragged away their body to dump it of in the ' Evil Forest ' . A place befitting for someone who was so cruel and vile during their time alive. What was left of the crowd held their breaths as they waited for the second monster to be dealt with.

A small man was led through streets as knights surrounded his form, providing a small shield from the people who wanted to get their hands on him as he made his way through the center of the crowd, though it didn't stop the stones and rotten fruit and animal guys they threw at him from missing their target. Not like the Knights did anything to stop it.

His skin a sickly pale colour, his body, shriveled and showing bones, he was dressed in a torn and tattered grey sack that did little to protect him from the coldness of the chilly morning air. His feet were red and bleeding, leaving bloody footsteps behind him and it looked like every step he took would lead to him collapsing on the cold cobblestone ground.

Good. It was what such an evil person deserved.

The screaming of the crowd got louder and some tried to rush to him,but we're held back by the guards and that seemed to anger the people even more.

But the h/c omega couldn't hear them well or see the hate in their eyes, his ears were buzzing and his vision was blurry, he was blaming that on his malnourished body, even though he couldn't hear well, he knew they were asking for blood to be shed.

His blood

Why though. He hadn't done anything wrong, unlike the villians in the stories he read, who would kill the person that their love interest had fallen in love with.

He hadn't made a scene when he found out his husband was secretly seeing someone behind his back.

He hadn't voiced out his complains when he was being ignored but the man he loved as he watched him show love to another person that wasn't him.

He had acted like the good husband he had been taught to be and had taken it all with a smile.

He cried to himself behind their backs so they wouldn't accuse him of trying to gain sympathy.

He kept his mouth tight and shut when he found out his husband's lover was none other than a man who had sworn an oath to the god their Empire serve to keep himself pure yet he was sleeping with a married man.

Hadn't once commented on the abuse, gaslighting and truma he had been forced to bury inside himself, from the very first moment he became betrothed to the man he thought he would have his happily ever after with.

Yet immediately an assassination attempt was carried out, he was blamed. No investigation had been conducted, despite the obvious trails the culprit had left behind. No one listened to his pleas as he was just thrown in prison.

Left to be beaten, tortured, violated and pushed to the edge of his sanity.

Even his famiy, the only people he thought he could trust, turned their backs on him.

After all a child born inheriting the devil's curse could only do evil, such a person didn't belong to the L/N according to them. The only believing his innocence, being his aging Grandmother, but even she could only do so much.

As he moved closer to the execution stand he could make out their hazy figures in the crowd, his parents, looking at him, their eyes holding no sympathy what's so ever, only filled with distaste, his siblings all throwing jeering looks his way as he walked past them. He wasn't really too hurt by their actions, he knew they never really liked him and had just tolerated him, because the former Emperor had chosen him the be the his first son's fiancee, still not giving him a hand or vouching for his innocence still hurt a bit. But the one that hurt most was the betrayal Basil.

He spotted the pink haired male as he was made to climb up the wooden stairs of the execution stand and. Their he was standing next to the Emperor and his new fiancee, was his so called personal knight , the one who had sworn his loyalty to him when he was seven, only to turn his back on him when he truly needed his protection and sided with the same omega that had taken away the love of his life. The pink alpha glared coldly at him, his blue eyes brimming with disgust, but M/N just gave him a blank stare, to tired to express any form of emotion as he walked away from the small protection the knights provided, now being pelted down , by the stones and trash they all throw at him as he walked closer to the to his Executioner.

A black gloved hand reached for his matted h/c hair and tugged on it harshly, drawing blood from his sensitive scalp and making the omega whine out in pain, his voice scratchy from the lack off water. His gaze moved to look at who was holding him and felt his body stiffen as unfamiliar gold eyes stared into his soul, not being able to make out the male's appearance because he was dressed in all black. The traditional colour for the Executioner to wear, before he was made to face the direction of the stands where the imperial family sat comfortably,azy e/c orbs looked up at the figures seated,and he felt his heart break even more when he saw the piercing silver eyes he had fallen in love with ever since he was a child stare at him with such an intense look hatred, his already weak body slumped forward and if it wasn't for the painful grip on his scalp, he probably would have hit the wooden surface face floor and earn some more bruises to his already battered body.

How could he do this to him?.

After all he had done for him. All those years of doing everything thing the man desired , even getting hurt to foil assassination attempts against him.

Changing his diet, his style, his appearance just so he could be pleased with him. But immediately he found someone he thought was pretty and interested in he pushed the h/c male aside and took him in.

For the first time in all the fourteen years M/N had loved the tall black haired alpha, the feeling in his head became replaced with hate and deep resentment. His eyes moved over to look at the light blue haired omega male in his arms, who had buried his head in the Emperor's chest, his eyes widened in fear and shoulders trembling, when their eyes looked, for a split second that scared look changed to a mocking one, the shorter male's purple eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure and his lips curling up to a shit eating grin, before reverting back to it's former facade.

M/N felt the pit of his stomach boil with unfiltered rage. He had being set up.

They we're going to kill for no other reason than to satisfy that blue bitch's wants. His eyes narrowed and he growled darkly at him, making the blue haired male let out a small squeak of fear and bury his face further into his lovers chest.

The h/c omega had his head slammed multiple times to the ground, each hit harder than the last and the executioner only stopped when the omegas forehead began to drip blood down his face and his eyes seemed more dazed than before, his neck was then pressed on a wooden stump and he choked and spurted at the lack of air to his lungs.

Maarav hugged Leon closer, releasing his scent of pinewood and peppermint to calm the omega down, his sliver eyes glowing red, his fangs peaking out of his mouth as he growled at the h/c omega veins popping by the said of his face. The next words he said sent the crowd into a frenzy and the prisoner's stomach drop

"Kill him"

The man clad in black's grip on the omega's neck tightened and he reached for the sword strapped to his waist, that the h/c omega noticed for the first time and unsheathed it, raising the silver blade high into the air, before bringing it down.

One

M/N could see his life flash before his eyes, sadly they weren't happy, memories. They were just records of him constantly trying to please Maarav and his family. Trying to prove that the mark placed on him since birth did not define who he was as a person.

Never having time to do the things he wanted.

Two

This wasn't fair, he never got to experience his life. He was just following the expectation that had being laid out for him.

Three

If there really was a god out there or whatever entity controlled the universe,he pleaded for them to give him a second chance. He wouldn't mess this up. He promised.

Tears had started rolling down his cheeks as he realized that this was it. This was were he would meet his end. And he would only be remembered on as the jealous villain.

The devil omega who tried to kill their pure and innocent saint and tarnish the love between him and their beloved Emperor Blurry e/c eyes saw something shimmering in front of him , but before he could make out what they were..

SLASH!!

The horrific sound of metal cutting through flesh and bone then the thumping of a body on the ground and the sound of something rolling across wood and hitting the ground filled the air. It was silent for a few moments until the crowd broke out into excited cheers, people dancing and hugging one another.

The evil monster had being killed and now their Emperor and his lover could have their happily ever afters.

Admist the cheering and celebration, no one seemed to notice the unusual sparkling lights and how brightly they glower around the decapitated head of the h/c male.

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this omegaverse au divides the alphas and omegas into classes

*Dominant Alphas: are the highest of the whole tier and can control the others. They have very large body frames and can stand to 8- 8feet at times. Their pheromones are so strong that even Betas can smell them and they attract omegas very easily. Usually come from higher noble back grounds,but can be found in middle class as well, but their usually illegitimate children of royal background

*Recessive Alphas: They are more common than Dominant Alphas, but their body frame is not as daunting as Their Dominant counter parts( 6 - 7 ( and their scents are not as strong, but they can still attract omegas and recessive alphas also have the ability to get pregnant, but by dominant alphas only , they go through heat,but it is very weak and only causes them slight discomfort and some don't even g the highest it will last is a day and a half

*Betas: they are very common in this world making at least 51% of the total population. They have scents but theirs are very weak compared to the Alphas and omegas. They also cannot smell pheromones so they usually use body build to determine what the second gender of a person is or they ask. Female betas also experience heat , but theirs is not as painful as an omega,so they can go through it without the help of a mate, but their fertility levels are not that high. They also find it hard to mate with the other classes since Alpha tend to prefer omegas and vice versa for omegas.betas are only for the commoners and peasants unless they've had a history of other classes in their family tree it will remain that way

Dominant omegas: Are the most sought out of Omegas since they are very beautiful traits and have very alluring scents. Their fertility level is also very high and in some rare cases they can carry 3 to 5 pups at a time. they are not treated very well since most people only see them as tools for bearing pups. They were even black markets that sold them as sex slaves, but the current Emperor abolished those markets. Though very few still exist. The six Empires have created a protection group for them and have given them equal rights as the alpha's and betas but it is still very limited for now, but they are no longer treated as toys.

Like Dominant Alphas, Dominant omegas are mostly found in higher noble families, but can be found in middle class or poorer noble backgrounds as well. A dominant omegas heat can last up a week or week an a half due to stress or over working

*Recessive omegas: they are also very pretty and their scents are not as strong as their dominant counter parts, they don't have high fertility rates and can only have one or two pups throughout their life time. Their heats usually last a two to five days. Their class can get pregnant and make their dominant counter part pregnant as well, so marriages between them happen, although very rarely since majority of the time both classes prefer alpha partners

#omegaverse #x Omega male reader #x male reader #original ocs #Reverse Harem #yandere #Mc #Leon

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Falling for you | Keqing, Jean, Kujou Sara

Summary: “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Warnings: reader has an unspecified gender. silly fluff. they are pining so hard!!!

A/n: shoutout to the groupchat, y'all make me lose my sanity a bit more every day (in a nice way though).

Keqing

• she thinks she's being subtle, but in reality, she's about as elusive as an inazuman firework.

• at first, you were almost sure you were imagining things. after all, why would the yuheng be looking at you with such unadulterated affection? she didn't even know you. well, not really.

• you were a secretary for lady ningguang, and so it wasn't uncommon for you and keqing to be in the same room—even for long periods of time. but you had never even spoken, and the close proximity only made her staring all the more obvious.

• you wondered many things. was your hair out of place? no, you had just checked it in the mirror. was there food stuck in your teeth? she wasn't close enough to see. perhaps you had suddenly transformed into a slime, and you didn't notice nor did anyone else in the room besides keqing?

• so, safe to say, you were in a deep pit of denial. until you weren't. and then that only complicated things further.

• "You're not as subtle as you think you are, miss yuheng," you had said her one day, voice sounding more frustrated than you meant it to be. you only hoped the yuheng would be quick in disposing of your life. "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice."

• but instead of the furious rebuttals you had expected, keqing had blushed furiously, from her cheeks to her forehead to her ears. it was so cute, and you tried really hard to muffle an audible 'aww'.

• "m-my apologies," keqing stutters since when did the beloved yuheng of the liyue qixing stutter, "i never meant to make you uncomfortable."

• "you didn't—" you say much too quickly, before gathering yourself. "ahem, you didn't."

• "ah... then... would you perhaps consider allowing me to take you on a date...?"

• and if the yuheng being so obviously infatuated with your appearance wasn't enough of an ego booster, her adorable date invitation definitely was. you accepted, of course, and to this day keqing still blushes whenever you bring up her little crush.

Jean Gunnhildr

• she is your beloved friend, the acting grandmaster, but you often wonder when jean will stop pretending like she doesn't want more.

• it's been years of her watching you from afar, gaze full of love and admiration like nothing you've ever seen; should it be from a storybook or real life. jean is painfully obvious with her affections, whether she notices it or not, and it's driving you mad.

• you wanted her to approach you herself, for your wayward dandelion knight to sweep you off your feet and carry you off into the sunset—but it seems that is simply an errant dream.

• today, you had a mission. and nothing was going to get between you and that goal. the start to a new year was the perfect setting, after all. there was no time like the present!

• "ah, good morning," jean had welcomed you with a smile once you had stepped foot in her office, her appearance frazzled. "i'm truly sorry i couldn't welcome you earlier, i've been so caught up with—"

• "i know how you feel about me," you interrupted, "I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. and... jean, you have to know i feel the same."

• silence. dead, painfully still silence.

• never before had you regretted something you've said harder than in that moment.

• the look on jean's face could be comical if you hadn't just spilled your feelings all over her nice office floors. she looks frozen, as if you had just gained a cryo vision and subsequently used your first burst of power to inconvenience her.

• "really?" jean suddenly speaks up, shocking you out of your stupor. "you feel the same way?"

• your voice comes out as completely exasperated. "of course i do, jean, i've been waiting for yea—"

• maybe you shouldn't be so surprised when your knight leans over her desk to pull you into a kiss, but you're surprised nonetheless. you sure hope no one needs her help right about now.

Kujou Sara

• for all her serious demeanor and stressful work, you would think sara has a solid grip on her self control. but it seems, at least when it comes to you, her famous composure suffers.

• you weren't exactly sara's second in command, especially in name—but you consider yourself very important to her. in terms of war, of course. but friendship-wise? you didn't even know the tengu's favorite color.

• which is why you find her gaze on you so strange.

• perhaps she herself doesn't even realize it. after all, the general was not known for her stellar social skills. or maybe you just happened to catch her eye? it could just be a coincidence.

• those pitiful excuses lasted within the confines of your head for about a week before you promptly stomped them out. this was happening much too often for these to be the only explaininations.

• whether you were tightening a bowstring, or eating breakfast, or simply nodding off during a conversation, sara's eyes were trained on you. it would be unnerving if it didn't bring such a vibrant blush to your cheeks when you thought of how her eyes trailed over your face.

• you often take it upon yourself to train with sara. she doesn't exclaim it aloud, but you're sure she appreciates the company. today, the inazuman sun is scorching and heavy on your backs.

• sword training was always it's own endeavor. it called for close contact, heavy blows and precise movements. you often found yourself taking breaks, especially once the sun was high in the sky.

• you called off the exchange of blows, muttering something about how you needed a drink of water. sara stands there stoically, as if she were prepared to stay there until nightfall; the picture of statuesque grace.

• "...sara?" you call after your particularly heavy swig, wiping away the droplets of water that remained around your mouth. "you sure you don't need a drink?"

• you didn't think she heard you, her stone face only staring as you continued to wait for a response. only then do you notice how her eyes trail to the column of your throat.

• ah. so it's like that.

• "sara," you say with an air of breathless disbelief. is she really being this straightforward? your tired legs trail over to the starstruck general, your pitiful training sword falling into the dirt of the training ground.

• only now do her eyes gain some sort of clarity, when your hand is against her cheek and your eyes are staring straight into her own.

• “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice," your voice is nothing but a whisper, "please, sara, just say something."

• "you..." she looks so awkward, archons bless her soul, "you're... really pretty."

• you hope sara forgives you for not asking her permission before pulling her into a kiss—but based off of the way she leans into it and pulls you close... you don't think she minds.

#lie's fics #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin imagines #sara kujou x reader #kujou sara #kujou sara x reader #keqing #keqing x reader #jean gunnhildr #jean gunnhildr x reader

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disordered-angel · 2 months

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Lore & Stats

◇ Hii !! You can call me Angel. I'm 5'1" or 154 cm. I'm 19, and I've been disordered since 12yrs. I have Ednos, but I'm displaying more and more signs of ana with each kilogram I lose. I'm stonerexic, and I have a really hard time restricting but a GREAT time fasting :P

My stats and indepth lore (lmfao) below :P

(dw about reading it all, it's mostly for my sanity)

Stats

◇ HW (Highest Weight): 171lbs, ~77.6kgs (bmi 32.3, obesity class 1)

◇ LW (Lowest Weight): My CW ♡

◇ CW (Current Weight): 98.8lbs, 44.8kgs (bmi 18.7, healthy weight)

Goal Weights

🔓 165lbs,~74.8kgs (bmi 32.2, obesity class 1)

🔓 160lbs,~72.6kgs(bmi 30.2, obesity class 1)

🔓 155lbs,~70.3kgs (bmi 29.3, pre-obesity)

🔓 150lbs,~68kgs (bmi 28.3, pre-obesity)

🔓 145lbs,~65.8kgs (bmi 27.4, pre-obesity)

🔓 140lbs,~63.5kgs (bmi 26.4, pre-obesity)

🔓 135lbs,~61.2kgs (bmi 25.5, pre-obesity)

🔓 130lbs,~59kgs (bmi 24.6, healthy weight)

🔓 125lbs,~56.7kgs(bmi 23.6, healthy weight)

🔓 120lbs,~54.4kgs(bmi 22.7, healthy weight)

🔓 115lbs,~52.2kgs(bmi 21.7, healthy weight)

🔓 110lbs,~49.9kgs(bmi 20.8, healthy weight)

🔓 105lbs,~47.6kgs(bmi 19.8, healthy weight)

🔓 100lbs,~45.4kgs(bmi 18.9, healthy weight)

🔒 95lbs, ~43.1kgs (bmi 17.9, underweight)

🔒 90lbs,~40.8kgs (bmi 17.0, underweight)

🔒 85lbs,~38.6kgs (bmi 16.1, underweight)

🔒 80lbs,~36.3kgs (bmi 15.1, underweight)

🔒 75lbs, ~34kgs (bmi 14.2, underweight)

🔒 UGW 70lbs,~31.8kgs (bmi 13.2, underweight)

Lore

Binge Phase

◇ I left a severely abusive household at 12 years old, discovered food was actually available to me and went nuts. I gained from severely malnourished (weight unknown) to 130lbs (bmi 24.6) when I was 13 years old. I didn't really notice that i was gaining until i realized i had a flab in my stomach, and i couldn't run as fast. It didn't really bother me, though because I was too focused on gorging myself. I would have moments of enlightenment when I hated my body and was absolutely disgusted with my eating habits. I couldn't stop, though. I mean, I didn't even know what calories were !! I would call that my binge phase. It lasted until I was around 16. During that time, I would end up gaining to 171 lbs or ~77.6kgs (bmi 32.3). I really, really hated myself, and I didn't even really know why.

"Healthy" Phase

◇ When I FINALLY realized that I needed to stop inhaling food like a fucking vacuum cleaner, I was 17. I downloaded a (shitty) cal counting app and put my Limit at 1,300kcals per day. I still didn't really understand calories so I would consistently eat over. I also ended up getting "addicted" (not rly, just dependent) to 🍃 and some weird (15kcal) Carbonated drink.

My eating habits got a lil better and my weight went down to 152lbs or 68.9kgs (bmi 28.7). I still hated myself so much. One of the key moments in my downfall/uprising is having to step on a scale in the middle of a class full of (not including myself) skinny, pretty girls. I stepped on after a girl and I heard her sigh of relief knowing I weighed more than her. I heard her whisper to her friend that she was only 2 lbs less than me. (She then lost a bunch of weight following that and maybe had an ED)

This I guess, still didn't hit me properly so I maintained 152lbs (btw I was over on my calorie tracker consistently by 600kcals, my maintenence was ~1900 and I was "eating" <1300). Tbh nothing really was clicking for me, I tried intermittent fasting (I'd always break them for terrible food), working out (never could keep myself in a routine without burning out), I even tried p!rging (I don't even know why, I still sucked at it tho)

Honeymoon Phase

◇ I felt so stuck and useless at weightloss that I nearly gave up (AGAIN..🐷). Then one day, I was wearing lazy clothing, I hadn't brushed my hair or showered (and was clearly overweight) my bf and I went to the store. On the ride we realized there was something wrong w/the car and so when we got the the store he popped the hood.

I watched as he stood out there from inside the car. Two girls came by and talked to him (literally just asked if he needed help) and for whatever reason that was it. I realize now that it was because the girl who had talked to him, was my height, had my style and weighed like 50-60lbs less than me. I was so mad and embarrassed that I literally downloaded tumblr. Knowing it would trigger me.

That was July 20th, 2023. I've made several accounts since, some get t-worded, some get deleted while I'm spiraling. Here I am now and I guess that's all that matters :]

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