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aajxs · 9 months

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middle of the night , a.s

synopsis - the one where anakin got so crossfaded at a party one night that he had to text you to take him back to the apartment he shared with your older brother, but somehow ended up at yours.

pairings - anakin skywalker x fem!reader (modern au)

warnings - mentions of alcohol and weed use , anakin being a hater , protective anakin , kinda possessive anakin , mentions ani having naughty thoughts , whiny anakin , cute til it AINT , inexperienced reader , titty sucking , oral (f receiving) , praise kink and degradation kink , fingering , p in v sex , kinda clothed sex?? (anakin doesn't take his pants off all the way) , poorly written smut

w/c - 5.9k (WOW.)

a/n - negl I got sloppy af at the end cuz idk how to properly write smut!!! this is an alternate ending to a prompt in my bbf!anakin post. also for my sake please ignore any spelling or punctuation errors lmfao. anyways, enjoy! <33

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You had just gotten out of the shower, still wrapped in a towel, when your phone vibrated from its spot on your bed. You didn't bother looking, assuming it was someone posting to their story or a notification from a dumb game you downloaded and haven't played before (yet still wouldn't delete it.)

You dried off then got dressed, slipping into a black tank top and a pair of shorts. Your phone vibrated a few more times, so you grabbed it as you made your way back into your bathroom to brush your teeth. All of the notifications were from Anakin, who rarely texted you. You unlocked your phone and read all of the texts, a few consisting of a bunch of gibberish and another that had an almost fully readable text.

'csn you come oick me up? ill sendn yoy my location' It read, making you let out a small laugh as you brushed your teeth. Anakin obviously wasn't sober, you could tell because on the rare occasion that he did text you, it was nowhere close to like this. You then got a notification, that being his live location. He was serious?

He was about ten minutes away, but with it being night and there being few cars on the road, you could get there in five. If you were an experienced driver, that is. Anakin knew that you weren't a very good driver, he had been in your car with you driving it enough times to know. Yet he still decided to text you instead of your brother, who's literally his roommate.

You texted him back, telling him that you'd be there in ten minutes before shoving your phone into your pocket. You quickly finished brushing your teeth then rushed around your apartment. You grabbed your keys, your wallet just in case, and bottle of water from your fridge for Anakin, then put on some slippers and exited your apartment.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you grab it and read whatever Anakin had sent you this time. It read, 'pelase hurry therws a rsndom girl grindikg on me right jow'. You smiled at his bluntness before rushing down to your car, texting him a quick 'omw rn ani' as you started your car and began driving to Anakin's location.

It didn't surprise you as much as it should have that Anakin texted you, there was obviously a reason, and most were guessable. He probably knew your brother was asleep and didn't want to burden him, and as someone who has had to live with your older brother for years, you knew that he probably would have gone back to bed and forgot about Anakin.

You never expected brother's best friend would be texting you and asking you to come pick him up from a random party. Although, Anakin has contacted you on worse terms.

Anakin didn't know why he texted you of all people, but for some odd reason it felt so right. Although you're his best friends little sister, he never really thought of you as a friend or sister figure. Anakin always thought you were cute, and you were just the sibling of one of his friends. He had plenty of friends with little sisters and brothers, so why were you so different?

Maybe it was because you were the sibling of his best friend, not just one of his friends that he only talked to on campus. Maybe it was because you actually talked to him and payed attention to him, and you guys were somewhat friends (seeing as you went through middle and high school together, now college).

Anakin never really paid attention to you throughout middle school or the beginning of high school. He saw you basically every day when he would hang out with your brother, stayed the night at your house more times than he can count, and never had any weird or inappropriate thoughts about you. But when you started... developing, you were pretty hard to ignore.

To Anakin's hormonal teenage mind, developing was the only word he could use to describe you. Anakin had always seen and treated you like a child, so why was he suddenly having these filthy thoughts about you? He never acted on them, he would have been too guilty to ever face you again if he did. The biggest problem Anakin had with his thoughts was knowing that he wasn't the only one thinking of you that way.

Anakin had the privilege of being your older brothers closest, most trustworthy friend. Anytime you wanted to introduce a new boyfriend to your brother, he brought along Anakin. "Me and Anakin were hanging out already so I decided to bring him with me, hope that's alright." Most of the time that actually was the case, but Anakin soon found out that your brother just needed a secondhand opinion.

Anakin didn't think the way the guy looked at you was appropriate? Your brother took it into consideration. Anakin thought he was sketchy? Your brother would hear all about it. Anakin thought he was a bad influence? Your brother was convincing you to break up with the guy. Sometimes Anakin said nice things, then proceeded to spread a fake rumor about the guy just so it would get to you and your brother.

On top of that, Anakin started getting more protective over you. For example; Anakin stayed the night one weekend and him and your brother decided to drive up to the store and buy some snacks because there were none for them to eat. Your brother knew you were staying up late to study for an upcoming test, and asked Anakin if it was alright if you go too, assuming you needed a break. Anakin shrugged and your brother knocked before he opened your door.

You were wearing headphones so you hadn't heard him say your name the first time, so your brother walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, making you take them off and turn to look at you. "N/N, me and Anakin are gonna go get some snacks. You need a break, so you're gonna go with us." You gave him a nod before locking eyes with Anakin, who was leaning against your doorframe. You looked away as you got out of the office chair that you were sitting in to grab your slippers and phone.

When you were at the store, your brother had wandered off to find a certain snack, leaving you and Anakin alone. You were trying to figure out which Doritos flavor you wanted, and Anakin was observing you as you contemplated. It felt like he blinked and suddenly you were getting talked to by a random guy. You looked uncomfortable, looking around for a moment until your eyes landed on Anakin, who was glaring at the guy.

"Excuse me, I think my boyfriend just said my name." You awkwardly said as you stepped towards Anakin. His eyes practically lit up at the word boyfriend, but decided to brush it off and play the part for your sake. Anakin gave him a small smile before placing his hand on the small of your back, slightly worried that if he put his hand anywhere else he would go crazy. When you both turned around, your brother turned the corner with a couple snacks and three drinks, and Anakin gave him a look before glancing at the guy who was about two meters away.

Your brother was trying to figure out why Anakin was touching you, but before he could say something he put two and two together and brushed it off. He walked towards you both and handed you your drinks before gripping your shoulder, walking on the other side of you. When the three of you walked past the man, he muttered something under his breath that you couldn't hear.

Obviously Anakin and your brother heard what he said, or else they wouldn't have turned their heads in sync. "What the fuck did you just say?" Your brother said, the hand on your shoulder tightening just slightly. "I called her a slut." The guy said louder. Needless to say, you all got kicked out because Anakin decided to punch the guy. You guys ended up getting take-out.

To put it plainly, Anakin didn't exactly like seeing you with other guys, and hated it when he heard anybody call you anything less than perfect. Another problem, was that Anakin knew exactly why.

The reason you were so different, the reason he defended you so often, and the reason he texted you, was because Anakin Skywalker was in love with you.

You had been waiting outside for a good five minutes before there was a knock on the window of your car. You let out a breath and unlocked the door. When you assumed Anakin wasn't sober, you didn't think it would be this bad. As soon as he opened the door to your car and sat down, you could smell the alcohol and weed on him.

"Anakin you actually stink—" You said, resisting the urge to cover your nose at the smell. "I'll take off my shirt?" He offered before beginning to take off the black t-shirt he was wearing. Even under the influence he was still a sweetheart to you. "No- No, Ani it's fine, I'll just roll down the windows." You said, placing your hand on Anakin's chest to halt his movements as you started driving. You rolled down both of your windows slightly.

There was music quietly playing, and as Anakin reached to turn it up, you swatted his hand. "Rude.." He mumbled before folding his arms across his chest. "Why did you text me, Ani?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the road, "Because I knew you would be a good girl and not say a thing about this." He slightly slurred. You felt yourself shudder at Anakin calling you a 'good girl'.

You felt his burning gaze, and you so badly wanted to look back at him just to see the look in his bloodshot eyes, but you decided against it. "You don't know that." You said with a curt laugh. "I don't? Really? Because I vividly remember that one time you came to me and-" Anakin started, "What a coincidence! I need gas!" You said, cutting off Anakin and pulling into a gas station.

Anakin let out a huff, "Can I trust you to pump my gas while I go in and pay?" You questioned as you parked the car, glancing at Anakin. "Yes ma'am." He said in a serious manner, making you let out a small laugh. "Half a tank is fine." You said as you both got out the car. Anakin went to grab the gas pump whilst you walked into the sketchy gas station and paid for your gas.

"Thanks!" You smiled as you walked out of the building. Almost as soon as you stepped out of the gas station, you ran into someone. "Oh- I'm sorry," You said, backing up a little and glancing at the person in front of you. "No worries, it's my bad. Sorry if this sounds weird, but you're really pretty." He said, looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your cleavage for a second too long.

You glanced over at your car to see Anakin leaning against it with crossed arms, staring right back at you. "Thank you so much, I appreciate it!" You grinned, "Can I have your number?" He asked bluntly, "Oh, I don't think.." You started, but you were cut off at the shout of your name. You looked over and Anakin was now glaring daggers at the guy in front of you. "I don't think that'll be necessary, thank you though!" You said with a soft smile as you made your way back to your car.

"Under better circumstances I would have thanked you for that, Ani." You said with a sarcastic smile as you both got back into the car. "Oh! I almost forgot that I brought you a water." You said as you grabbed the slightly cold water from the cupholder and handed it to him. "Thanks, you're an angel." Anakin said as he placed a hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze as he grabbed the water and chugged at least half of it.

You wanted to give him a reaction, but decided to keep driving and ignore it. He wasn't sober, so he most definitely wasn't thinking straight. "Can we go to your place instead? Its closer." Anakin said almost out of nowhere. "Why would you want to go to my place? You don't live with me?" You asked, glancing at him to see him already looking at you. "Because yours is closer." He said with a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

"But-" You began, "Please?" Anakin said with the smallest whine. Curse him and his dumb pretty voice. "I-" You hesitated, and the look in Anakin's eyes wasn't making this any easier for you. "Okay." You sighed, as you turned the car to the street your apartment complex was on. "But ill have you know that you are not staying the night, just until you're sober enough." You said as you parked your car in your usual parking spot. Anakin let out a breath, content with your answer.

You lived on the fifth floor of the complex, and the elevator just so happened to be out of order, so it was a hassle getting an unbalanced Anakin up the stairs to your apartment. From an outside point of view, it probably looked like both of you were high. Anakin kept cracking jokes, and every time you laughed he added onto it to make you laugh even harder. So by the time you were at the top of the stairwell, you were out of breath from both the laughing and the walking.

"Anakin that's the wrong way," You laughed as Anakin walked towards the wrong door. You heard him mumble a few curse words before turning around and making his way back towards you. You unlocked the door to your apartment and walked inside, allowing Anakin to shut and lock the door behind him. "Cozy." Anakin said as he walked into your room and plopped down onto your bed. "Excuse you-"

"Y/N," Anakin cut you off as he kicked off his shoes, you hummed in response. "Do you remember last summer?" He asked, watching intently as you make your way throughout your room. "What about it?" You said, your voice turning a bit soft at the thought. You sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard with your legs crossed. "You remember how I went on vacation with your family?" Anakin said, rolling over to lay on his stomach to look at you.

"Yes.. where are you going with this Ani?" You said, tilting your head at the man in front of you. "Just- listen. You remember that guy you met at the beach, right? And you remember why I ended up beating the shit out of him the day before we left?" Anakin said as his blue eyes bored into your E/C ones. "No, nobody ever ended up telling me why." You said with a laugh as you gazed back at Anakin. "Do you want to know why?" He asked with a small smile, "Quit teasing, I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't want to know!" You said, extending your leg to kick his shoulder. "Full story, or just a quick summary?" Anakin joked. He knew you, he knew that you wanted the full story. You scoffed at his words and looked at him expectantly.

"I don't remember why, but we ended up walking with each other along the beach while you and your brother were playing around in the water not too far away. We had been talking about.. you, and then he brought me up. He asked what I was to you," Anakin explained, his brows scrunching every few words. "I told him, 'I'm just her older brothers best friend. Sometimes she likes me, sometimes she doesn't'." He said as he ran his hand along your bare calf. You scoffed, "That is such a lie! At first I didn't like you that much, but I always thought of you as a friend!" You said, Anakin frowned slightly at your words.

"Anyways- He said, 'Then you wouldn't mind if I bent her over in that pretty little two piece and fucked her?'. I stopped walking and looked at him. He didn't even notice I paused until I turned him around and punched him in the face," Anakin said with a small, prideful smile. "You wanna know what he said after I hit him a few times? He said, 'I guess you would mind, wouldn't you?'." Anakin said with a curt laugh. "Would you have minded?" You asked sincerely, making Anakin look at you from his spot on the bed. "Do you want the truth?" Anakin asked, tilting his head a bit. You bit your lip and nodded at him, signaling for him to keep talking.

"Yes, I would have." Anakin said as he sat up. "I never told your brother that story, you know? The only person who knows why is the guy." You laughed at his words. "I'm gonna go get a bottle of water, do you want one?" You said, as you got up from your bed, he nodded as you ruffled his hair and walked out of your room. When you left, Anakin was finally able to let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding in. Your home smelled so much like you, and that scent made Anakin want to go absolutely feral.

Anakin adjusted his position on your bed, now laying down on his side whilst facing the door. "You made yourself comfy." You grinned as you walked back into the room, handing Anakin his water as you took a couple drinks of yours. "Thanks." He muttered as he took a drink of the water. You sat down, your back now against the backboard of your bed. "You still smell like weed." You mumbled as you gave Anakin a soft smile. Anakin didn't smile back, he just looked at you. His once bloodshot eyes were now their usual blue.

One thing you had always noticed about Anakin, was how intense his gaze was. He held eye contact like it would be his last time ever making it, and it made him all the more attractive. Not only was Anakin's stare intense, he was too. If he wasn't a long time friend of yours, you probably would've been scared of him. You had always had a subtle crush on Anakin, but him being your brothers friend always made it rather hard to show your attraction. Anakin was making you nervous with only his eyes.

You cleared your throat, "Why would you have cared?" You asked as you played with the drawstrings on your shorts. "You are so... Is it not obvious by now?" Anakin said as he grabbed your wrist, then sitting up and copying your position. You let out a small gasp, your mouth parting slightly. Anakin saw a chance, and he took it. He leaned in and your lips connected, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back for a moment before realizing that Anakin might've not been sober.

Almost out of instinct, you pulled away. Anakin leaned towards you more, seemingly chasing your lips. You placed a hand on his rock hard chest and softly pushed him away. "Ani.." You muttered, giving him a nervous smile. "Anakin you're not-" You began, but he quickly cut you off. "Y/N, I've been sober for the past twenty minutes. Please just let me taste you." He pleaded lightly, making you curse under your breath before smashing your lips back against his, careful not to hit his teeth with yours.

Anakin put his hands on your hips and moved you on top of him so that you were straddling him, catching you by surprise. Your lips parted and Anakin took this as an invitation, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

One part of you wanted to pull away and tell him how wrong this was, tell him that this was a bad decision and that he needs to go home. The other part of you knows how good this is making you feel, and you can't seem to stop.

Anakin cupped your face with one hand and tugged at your top with the other. He pulled away slightly, a thin string of saliva going with him. "Can I touch you?" Anakin asked, the hand that was once tugging at your shirt now resting on your waist. "Please," You pleaded as you went to kiss him again. He let out a breathy chuckle and sloppily attached his wet lips to yours.

Anakin's hot tongue in your mouth and his wandering hands were getting you all different kinds of worked up. His rough hand made its way up your shirt. You squirmed at both the foreign feeling and how cold his hands were. His hand reached your left breast, and he gave it a light squeeze. "Take your shirt off." Anakin breathily demanded as he pulled away from the kiss. You stared at him for a moment, obviously hesitant to show yourself to him. "You don't have to-" He started before you abruptly stopped him. You took his free hand and covered his eyes with it, "Don't look." You muttered as you took your hand away from his.

You took your tank top off before self-consciously attempting to cover yourself with your arms. Anakin has seen your body multiple times, just in a less.. inappropriate manner. You didn't know if you really wanted him to see you uncovered fully. You gave him a look when he peeked slightly. He saw that you noticed, and decided to take his hand away from his face and reach towards you.

"Ani.." You muttered, your face heating up as Anakin rubbed your arm. He opened his mouth to speak, but right before any words could come out you adjusted your position on his lap, making him let out a moan instead. That has to be the sexiest thing you've heard in your entire life. "Don't use that nickname on me while we're like this." He mumbled, slightly embarrassed at the noise he just let slip. You could feel his hard straining against his sweatpants, poking right at your clothed, throbbing core.

"I took off my shirt, that means you have to take off yours." You hummed, though your voice came out more demanding than expected. Anakin stopped rubbing your arm and took off his shirt in one swift motion before tossing it to the side. Anakin was fit, he always had been. This just made him all the more attractive to you. You wanted to touch him, too, but you were self conscious and didn't want to uncover yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Anakin touching your arm, "Can i?" He asked, referring to the arms you had tightly wrapped around yourself. You looked at him for a few moments before nodding slowly. You loosened your hold around yourself, as if that would've stopped him anyway. Anakin took your hands and moved them down to his toned chest, being sure to run them across his toned abs and v-line.

You could feel yourself heating up at the action, seeing as you had never touched anybody in such a way before. You completely ignored the fact that Anakin was definitely staring at your tits right now, but you couldn't find it in you to care. All you could focus on was what was gonna happen in a few moments, and how you were gonna keep this from your older brother.

Anakin leaned forward and attached his lips to your neck, sucking and licking at random spots. "Don't worry about your brother, if he finds out I'll take care of it." Anakin muttered into your neck. "Okay," You gasped as Anakin softly bit down on your shoulder.

You were even more surprised when Anakin decided to trail down to your breasts and take one into his mouth. He wrapped an arm tightly around your waist and secured you in place, then used his free hand to fondle your other boob.

The small moans you let out were like music to Anakin's ears, and if it were up to him he would bust then and there at the sound of you. He took your breast out of his mouth and planted a kiss on your nipple, then did the same to your other. "Such pretty tits.." He mumbled into the skin between your breasts. "All mine, y' hear me? All mine." Anakin said as he flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress, making you let out a yelp.

Anakin kissed and licked at your torso, sucking on the skin as he worked his way down. He inched closer to the waistband of your shorts at an excruciatingly slow pace, making the knot in your tighten more and more. "Ani, please just touch me already!" You pleaded, making him look up at you through his lashes. "Touch you where, sweet girl?" He teased as he tugged at your waistband, making you rub your legs together. "You know where," You whined as you ran your hands through Anakin's already tangled hair.

He cursed under his breath before pulling down your shorts. Saying you were wet would be an understatement. "You always get this wet when a man touches you, or am I special?" Anakin said as he ran two fingers down the cloth, making you let out a loud moan at the contact. "I-I've never had.." You trailed off, closing your legs and covering your body out of embarrassment. Anakin let out a hum, "I guess I'm special, then." He grinned as he placed his hands on your thighs and parted them for himself once again.

"Can practically smell you baby," He groaned as he literally ripped the panties from your body. "Those were expensive!" You whined as he tossed them to the side. "Such a pretty pussy, all wet jus' for me.." Anakin muttered as he ran a few fingers along your sopping cunt. "Anakin!" You moaned in an irritated voice, still upset that he ripped one of your favorite pairs of underwear. "Fuck- I'll buy you a new pair, whatever you want." He said whilst grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, giving him perfect access.

Anakin placed a soft kiss on your pussy before licking up from your throbbing hole to your sensitive bud. You let out a whimper at his actions, "Taste so sweet," He mumbled before he practically attacked your cunt, licking and slurping up all your juices like a man starved.

That unfamiliar knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with every moan you let out. "An– Anakin!" You loudly moaned without a care in the world. He hummed into your pussy, knowing you had to be getting close. You started babbling nonsense as you roughly grabbed Anakin's long hair and shoved his face further in between your legs.

"Think 'm gonna—" You started before cutting yourself off with the most beautiful moan Anakin's ever heard. Although you were twitching and jolting against him, Anakin didn't stop his advances and even shoved two fingers inside you. Your back was arched off of your bed, Anakin's face and fingers were buried deep in your cunt, and your sheets were most definitely not coming back from this.

Your hips jolted and grinded against his face in a useless attempt to get him further into you, not caring at all if he was suffocating between your legs. Your moans slowly got more drawn out and louder, signalling that you were about to cum again.

Anakin knew you were probably overstimulated but all he could think about was how good you taste on his tongue and how much he wants to stuff you full of his cum. After wetting Anakin's face even more for the second time, he stopped eating you out for your own good. He could probably go all day if you wanted him to.

He wiped his face off with his hand, being sure to lick anything excess off of his skin before wrapping your legs around his waist and giving you a sloppy kiss. "You taste so good." Anakin quietly said into your mouth. You couldn't tell if he was talking about your mouth or your pussy.

"Wan' you inside me, Ani." You whimpered as Anakin placed more kisses along your jawline, "Might be too big for you baby, not sure if you could take me." He muttered into your neck, a cocky smile on his face. "I can take you. Promise I can— Jus' want you in me.." You said, as you brought your hand to his crotch. Though before you could touch the tent on his sweatpants, he grabbed your wrist and pinned both your hands behind your head.

Anakin gave you a boyish grin, making you pout slightly. "Gonna have to warm you up first." He said as he let go of your wrists and brought a hand to your hip, seemingly holding you in place. He brought his other hand back down to your throbbing pussy, and inserted two fingers.

You moaned at this action, surprised that he didn't even try to see how you reacted to one. You're a virgin, that much is obvious. You've probably never been touched in such a way by another person, and even if you have you probably declined any advances because you were scared of losing your dignity. From the way you react to his fingers, you've probably touched yourself a few times before, you just weren't used to hands his size. Needless to say, you were everything Anakin assumed you would be. Your innocence is turning him on a bit too much.

Anakin started off slowly, he'd already made you cum twice, and he didn't want to overwork you. "A-Ani, faster—" You moaned out as his two fingers popped in and out of you. He gave you a cocky smirk before increasing his pace and harshness. He would come out softly then shove his fingers back into you just to hear the pretty noises you let out when he did. "Anakin, 'm gonna cum!" You moaned, as you bucked your hips into his fingers.

You let out a moan as he put another finger inside you, somehow fitting three of his long fingers inside your tight hole. "C'mon baby, y'know I won't hold you back." Anakin said as he leaned over, whispering his words into your ear. Your eyes slightly rolled back into your head as you came all over his long fingers. "What a slut, all that just over my fingers?" Anakin said as he licked his hands clean of your juices. "You taste so good though." He said as he kissed your cheek.

You whimpered as you rubbed your legs together, giving him a look. "Use your words." He teased, that cocky smile on his face once again. You let out an annoyed hum, "You know what I want!" You were starting to get impatient. "What's the magic word, pretty girl?" He asked, giving you another one of his boyish grins. "Please, Ani." You pleaded, making Anakin smile at you.

He pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, not caring enough to take them all the way off. His cock practically leaped out of his pants, and the first thought that popped inside your head was 'What the fuck have you gotten yourself into.'

That actually looks heavy. You thought to yourself as you actually got a good look at his dick. Anakin wasted no time grabbing his cock and spreading the precum that was leaking from the tip all over his base as some sort of lubrication. He let out a curse or two as he dragged the tip from your sensitive clit to your dripping hole.

Anakin was definitely not thinking about all the ways he could get you pregnant right now. Definitely not. "Stop teasing and fuck me already, Anakin." You moaned out as you stared at his length. He let out a chuckle, making you look at his face. The moan you let out when he shoved the whole thing inside you was probably the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. Your neighbors are gonna be so mad.

"Can I move?" He asked gently, placing both of his hands on your hips. "Fuck— Y-Yes, please, yes-" You let out as your back arched off the bed. Anakin let out a satisfied hum before slowly moving. He'd pull out, making you feel empty for a few moments and then slowly insert his length back into you, filling you up again.

"Faster, Ani-" You moaned, making him fasten his pace. Your toes were curled and your back was arched and your fingers were harshly digging into your mattress and sheets. He slowly but surely started ramming into you, and after just a few thrusts he had your g-spot memorized.

"Fuck, Ani-" You whined as he paused for a moment to wrap your legs around his waist again. With no words, he immediately began ramming into you again. His thrusts were making your entire room shake and the way your bedframe and backboard hit the wall, you almost felt like it would break any second.

There were tears in your eyes and they were wetting your pillow. For a moment Anakin couldn't tell if you were hurting or if it was pleasure. "'m sorry baby, am I hurtin' you?" He asked as he slowed down his thrusts. "Mmh- no! Keep goin' Ani 'm so close—" You whined out as you gripped his shoulders.

The knot in your stomach was slowly getting tighter and tighter and you knew that any second you could come all over his cock. "Harder, Ani!" You moaned out, making Anakin grin for the hundredth time tonight.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, "Wanna cum inside you, fill you with my babies." Anakin said as he pulled your body down onto him. "Wan' you to fill me up Ani, please!" You whined, the both of you knew that you would probably just buy birth control the next morning.

Before the two of you knew it you were both cumming in sync. Anakin filled you up, and when he pulled out he could see the mix of your juices and his leaking into the sheets. He gently dropped your legs onto the mattress before shuffling back to pull his boxers and sweatpants back up.

You were incredibly tired and your throat hurt from all the moaning and screaming. You looked so pretty like this. Anakin thought as he grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor. You quietly said something about your sheets and Anakin dismissed you. "We can take care of your sheets in the morning baby, but right now I need to clean you up." Anakin muttered as he took his shirt and wiped your wet tears from your face before wiping up the mess you two had made between your legs. He gently wiped you down with his shirt, not caring that it was probably ruined.

"I have towels, Ani." You tiredly said before you muttered an apology for not telling him to grab one instead of his shirt. "It's okay, I don't care if it's you." He said under his breath, assuming his words were a bit too intimate to say loud enough for you to hear. "Y'know, I love you." You muttered before drifting asleep.

"I love you too."

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andsoigotabutterfly · 9 months

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-Save me from her - chapter 1

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: You and Tara had been circling around each-other for months now, driving your sister insane. What will it take, for you to finally get together?

a/n: I am planing on making a series out of this, which I haven't got a clue on how long it'll be. I am not a native english speaker, please keep that in mind.

!poorly proof-read!

warnings: amature writing, blood, canon-typical violance, swearing, multiple POV's, mixed POV's, tell me if I left something out please!

“Sooo?” Anika leaned before you on the counter; huge smile plastered on her face. ”How did it go?”

You rolled your eyes and stared at your sister. Her eyes were gleaming with anticipation and curiosity. Even though you loved her she was unbearable when she got like this. You told her so.

“Well, you’ve put up with me for nineteen years, so that’s on you. But seriously tell me everything!”

“Nothing happened!” you chimed as you desperately wanted to change the subject. “It was just a normal study session. We started laying out how the project should look like and things like that.”

“Sometimes I don’t even know how we are related…” she huffed, and her shoulders dropped in disappointment. “You’ve been drooling over her for months now! How is it that you didn’t make a move yet?”

“She is scarred, closed off, and has an overprotective sister. And for the record I have made moves. They just… didn’t go as planned” you said and stood up from the counter as you started to make your way to your room to get ready for the day. “Also, drooling is a strong word for how I feel about her.”

Anika raised a brow. “Poor Tara. Mindy told me that they… never mind. It’s not important anyway” she said slowly and taking her coffee mug to her face to take a sip from her drink.

You span around your heels to look at her and stormed to the kitchen’s counter which she was still leaning against. “What did Mind-“ you didn’t finish the sentence as you realized the trap, she laid out in front you, low smile taking over her mimics. You cursed yourself internally for losing your brain whenever her she got on your mind. Which in the last two months was always.

“As I said; drooling” she interrupted then took another sip from her hot drink.

“Out with it. What did that manipulative, smart ass, hot girlfriend of yours say about T.”

She giggled at your behaviour. “I think you meant successful and clever” she was avoiding your question. Oh, how she knew how to get you on your nerves. “The last part I agree with though” she said as her eyes started drifting away, out the window.

“Anika! Focus!”

“Oh, yeah sorry. My mind wandered” her cheeks reddened just the least amount. “About what Mindy said, no way I’m telling you! That would mean I’m abusing her trust. Plus, you know how I hate to gossip around.”

“Sure, you do…” you said knowing very well that her last sentence was a full-blown lie. You rewarded her with your glare that she knew all too well. As soon as she noticed it, she flinched.

“Stop that! It won’t work.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” you grinned.

“I hate you!”

“I couldn’t care less.”

Anika groaned and tilted her head back. As she looked back down, she caved under your stare and told you what she heard from her girlfriend. After she finished, she added a ‘I promise that’s all I know’ and shunned her head down. With a satisfied smile you patted her shoulder and let her be at the counter.

As you were getting ready for school, a familiar nervous churn got hold of your stomach at the thought of sharing classes with her. What Anika told you was all just circumstantial and didn’t mean much. That girl had you wrapped around her fingers, and she didn’t even know about it. You thought about her sweet smile, her mesmerizing, deep brown eyes her perfect curves. The way she laughed at one of your dumb jokes or the way she smiled back at you across the cafeteria on one of the first days she arrived at Blackmore University. Oh, how you hoped to see that beam of light today too.

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You were deep in conversation with Mindy and Anika about movies when she saw you. Your group was sitting before the university, below the shadow of a small tree. A small breeze blew colourful leaves in the air reminding Tara why she loved Fall so much. As the sun shone through them, it gave you an ethereal glow which made her breath get caught in her throat, your happy-giddy expression making butterflies erupt in her stomach. As she took in your features, her gaze stopped on your lips. Your soft, beautiful, kissable- ‘Snap out of it!’ she thought to herself. As she looked anywhere but you, she realized that she stopped in her track and now Chad was looking curiously at her, waiting on her to catch up.

“What was that all about?” Chad asked with knowing grin on his face as Tara reached him.

“Shut up” she huffed back as they continued their route towards the exit of the building and your table. As they got closer, Tara’s heart started beating faster and faster, her vision tightening down to only you. Your posture, the crinkles in your eyes, your toothy smile. She found everything perfect about you. She was so deep in thought, she couldn’t see a younger boy coming as she bumped into him, breaking her trance. She fell to the ground, hitting the floor. Hard.

As the sounds of her items hitting the floor, reached you, you snapped your head in their direction, noticing her. Then you went red with anger when you heard her pained groan and got up in an instant, marching your way towards the scene.

“I’m so sorry, I should have looked before me, I didn’t mean to knock you over…” the boy started rambling her apologies as Tara slowly got up from the ground gathering her stuff slowly.

“There is no problem, really-“ she started but got cut off by a voice, that had her stomach churning in the most unbearable and pleasing ways.

“You bet that there is a problem!” at your raised voice the whole hallway silenced, listening carefully to the show. “You see, Aaron I didn’t care about you embarrassing yourself in high school when you confessed to your elderly arts teacher, but this? This is worse than when you left the classroom crying after she explained a few things to you.”

“Y/N stop” you could hear Chad’s smirk through his firm voice, but you didn’t care.

“Don’t you know not to be entranced with your phone like a big nerd as you walk through a crowded space? Hell, with this attitude, why don’t you march down the street not a care in the world and knock over your idol ‘by accident’, like you did last time? Who was it again? Oh yes; Tom H-“ you couldn’t finish because you felt her fingers gripping into your arms, calming you down. You looked down at her, her bright smile instantly managing to cool you off. For a few moments you just gazed into each other’s eyes, then you heard a small sob and looked up at the boy.

He looked broken, like a glass that was forcefully thrown at the floor, his eyes gleaming with built up sorrow. Before you could say something more, he mumbled a low ‘Sorry’ towards Tara, then quickly walked off, holding his stuff close to his chest.

You were horrified and frozen in place as you watched him go. After a few seconds, the hallway restarted its usual buzzing. This was when you realized, that almost if not the whole school had heard what you were bawling at him. As the noise indoors got back to its normal heights Chad spoke; “Well, that guys life is over.”

“No its not!” you said quickly. “He… That… This is just a small setback for him! He is a… a grown, charismatic, and lovely human, who had made some bad choices” you managed to stutter out. Then you remembered why you started to call him out. “Are you okay T?”

Her cheeks reddened the slightest. She chuckled lightly and smiled at you. “More than okay, thank you.”

“Then this was more than worth it” you gleamed back and chuckled too.

After you helped her get her things from the floor, you escorted her and Chad to your former company. When you reached them, Anika chose to free up a place and sat in Mindy’s lap, making Tara’s smile grow larger. They were so in love it was adorable.

“What were you guys talking about?” she asked.

“Horror movies” you answered with a dead voice before either of them had a chance.

“Don’t say it like that!” Mindy exclaimed, face showing hurt. “Say it like; Horror movies!” The voice she said it on could be explained as if a character from ‘My Little Pony’ would say it. If they would ever say anything even close to it. “Anyways, I’m just curious so sorry if I cross any line here but how the hell did you know all that about him?”

You shrugged as you sat down, Tara sitting next to you. “It’s what I do. I drink and Iknow things.”

“And you quote things” Anika complemented.

“And I quote things” you agreed. “Looking pretty while doing so.”

As the conversation in the group flowed, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Aaron. Just a little; he still hurt Tara, even if accidentally. Your eyes drifted towards her, examining her again. You were looking, really looking, searching her for little signs that could give away her thoughts and feelings. She looked at peace, was your first thought, yet you couldn’t fully agree with yourself. Her eyes darted away to corners, doors, and windows of the school which you sat before, searching for something, anything. Even in this friendly, harmless banter she was on her heels, and this realization made you furious.

You knew about her past as none of them wanted to keep it a secret. When you first heard the story, it made you just as mad as you were now. How does someone get over a betrayal like that? You couldn’t imagine why someone would try to kill their own girlfriend, especially if that girl is Tara. She was the most pure, kind, and loving person you knew. The thought of her getting hurt made you sick to your stomach.

The group conversed for a long time. Being done with school, nobody had somewhere to be, so you enjoyed your time together. You also rejoined them after you were done with sulking in your own anger, and talked passionately and loudly when someone brought up a topic you were heavily interested in. Nobody noticed as time flew by. You only realized how dark it was getting when Tara’s phone rang. She tensed for a moment, only to relax as she read her sister’s name on the display. The younger Carpenter turned away from the group and picked it up. “Hey Sam!” she greeted and stood, so she may get out of hearing distance, not to disturb you from continuing the debate.

Once she did, Mindy spoke again. “So, movie night at theirs” she gestured towards Tara. “Me and Anika will buy snacks, Chad, I’m assigning you to booze duty. Y/n, you escort your girlfriend home, and we’ll all meet there at eight.”

You rolled your eyes at her comment, but you all agreed on what she said. As you got up from the benches, you heard the brunette say goodbyes to her sister. “Sam needs to stay in late for her shift. She says she won’t be able to make it at least ‘till ten so she asked me to make dinner. I will need to drop by a store from some ingredients” she looked behind you and around. “Where are the others?”

You turned around just to see Chad disappear at the corner of the street. You crossed your arms and huffed slightly. “Mindy handed out the tasks, so she and my sis will probably make out at mine until they have little-to-no time left. After that they’ll find the nearest store, rob it from snacks and meet as at half nine at yours. Chad’s on his drink tour so it’ll take him a while to make it to yours. But at least he’ll be there on time.”

“That is a… pretty accurate picture you painted” she said, chuckling. “Would you care to join me?”

“With pleasure.”

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“What’s for dinner?” you asked as she took a whole sack of onions of the shelf.

“I’m not answering that!” she said, clearly annoyed as this was the fifth time you asked her this.

“Is it onion soup? I bet its onion soup” you smirked behind her, continuing your assault on her nerves. “Do you know it’s one of my favourite foods?”

Tara rolled her eyes. “Stop trying the guess what’s for dinner, I’m not telling you!” she exclaimed, yet she didn’t mean a word she said. You were quite amusing, and your voice was like smooth, alluring jingling to her.

You leaned next to her ear and murmured “Never” before leaning back and continued harassing her, but Tara heard none of it. Your whisper in her ear froze her and had a pleasurable buzz go of in her head. She broke her trance quickly, thanking the gods you didn’t notice what you did to her.

“Oh! Maybe it’s fried onions! That would be a great idea too! Tara you are a genius!” you leaned down again and kissed her cheek, which made her freeze. Again. As she regained control over herself, she quickly put a few other products in her basket and made her way to the cash desk.

“Wait no. I have it! It must be onion pie!”

“Onion what?” Tara asked back. Never in her life has she heard about ‘onion pie’. The cashier made a strange look at you, clearly being at a loss with your words too, as she scanned all the items.

“Onion pie! Don’t tell me you don’t know what it is!”

“No, I don’t” she said sheepishly while paying for everything.

“You need to try it” you said, emphasizing every word. “I swear it’s one of the most delicious things I have ever had in my mouth. Besides onion soup.”

“If you say so.”

“I’ll make you one!” you proposed as you made your way out the shop, and slowly proceeded towards Tara’s apartment through the narrow alley of the shop. Small drops of rain started pouring from the sky. “What do you say? Friday evening you drop by me, we watch something you want, and then you try it out. I got the exact recipe from nan, yet I’ve never made it as good as hers so don’t expect no miracle, but I think it’ll still be great!”

“I would love to” Tara started, a grin making its way on her face “but unfortunately my Friday is taken…”

“What have you planned?”

“Movie night with you and our friends in two hours!”

“Oh, yeah right…” you said. “What about tomorrow evening?”

“Sounds-“ she got cut off by a stranger almost knocking her up. You managed to catch her before she would hit the ground. “Ouch!”

“Watch where you go bitch!” he snapped at Tara as he tried to walk away, but you grabbed his shoulder and span him around. “What did you just say?” his breath stank of alcohol and smoke. You knew he was wasted as hell, but you didn’t care. All you could see was red.

“I said your whore shou-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as you shoved him into the wall left to you, raising your arm to hit him before he could get up, but he was faster than you anticipated. The man launched himself against your chest, knocking you to the ground, straddling you between his legs. Then he started to hit you wherever he could while you effortlessly tried to block his punches. The rain falling in your eyes didn’t help you either. You groaned in pain and after a while, you got a hold of his waist and with the help of your leg you managed to throw him over you.

You quickly got up, to face him once again, but Tara was quicker, kicking him in the chest before he could get up. She moved back and you placed your hand on her shoulder but didn’t take your eyes off drunkard. He didn’t take long to get up, standing before you with a wide, aggressive stance. He reached behind his back and took out a pocketknife. Tara twitched under your hand, and immediately stepped back. “Come here perra!”

Adrenaline coursed through you as you changed your stance and stood sideways towards him, the instructions of your martial arts coach flowing through your mind. Block with the back of your arm, if necessary, grab, pull, strike, repeat. Hopefully without the repeat part, you added.

He rushed towards you, swiping towards you with his knife. You dodged his first swipe left then the one to the right, and his attempted stab. Then you grabbed him by his wrist with lightning-fast movement and pulled him, sending him of next to you. As his body was leaving yours, you hit the man’s armed hand, hard. Not hard enough though, as his wet hand slipped out of your grip, and he didn’t let go of the weapon.

He launched himself at you again, this time making faster cuts. ‘Shit’ you thought as you saw one coming that you couldn’t dodge. You raised your arm so it would hit the back of your arm. You hissed from the impact. The surprise of hitting you made him vulnerable, so you grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm whilst repeating your former actions, this time disarming him in the process. As he turned around, you punched him in the stomach with your unhurt hand, and kicked his feet from under him, making him fall once again. His scalp hit the ground and knocked him out.

Your blood merged with the water on your hand and started dripping off it. You looked down at the wound; it wasn’t deep or wide which was the cause of your bones stopping the attack. “Jesus y/n!” Tara exclaimed as she noticed the cut. “Let’s get you to the apartment. I can get it clean there and then we’ll bandage it up.”

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You were quick to get there, not wanting many people to see you. Tara took the groceries of the ground and started speed walking beside you, her eyes full of worry and fear. Her heart was thrumming in her throat at the thought of losing you. She couldn’t think straight as her mind dictated only one word: faster, faster, faster. Her speed-walking went to jogging, then to running. Your sight was blurry, and your head, ribs and arms hurt but you were able to keep up with her. You blessed your father for forcing you to take those taekwondo lessons, and your coach for not kicking you out even after multiple accidents.

For you had some over the many years you had been attending the classes for your safety. Once or twice during parring you couldn’t hold back against your already defeated opponent, or when Coach Jaehyun, or as you liked to call him; Hun’, called you out to demonstrate a move, you hurt him. You either kicked too hard or made an unpredictable move which had him surprised. None of these mattered as for some reason, he thought highly of you and went out of his way to protect and take care of you. He was one of your closest friends. When you started your training, it was by the side of his father, a strong, kind, and honourable man. After his untimely passing, his son took his mantle as the new coach of the group, and quickly started to bond with you, one of his most successful students.

As you stumbled up the stairs of the building, you cursed, for Tara and Sam of course lived on the fourth level. You hated stairs. They were your nemesis, and never once could you beat them without them wearing you out before. Tara struggled for a moment with her keys, then swung the door wide open. “Bathroom” she ordered gesturing towards it with her hand.

Tara stormed towards the kitchen, searching the drawers for bandages and disinfectant. After she got all, she needed, she rushed after you. Her breath got stuck for a moment in her throat when she reached the bathroom. You took off your shirt, so she could see your bruises. You had them all over your body, as well as a black left eye and an open right arm. Somehow even now, you looked celestial.

She approached you as you were cooling your eye with cold running water and put a hand on you as to sign her presence. “Can I have a look at your arm?” she asked softly. Far softer than she usually was.

Rather than answering her, you stretched your arm out for her to look at the wound. She took it and started working on it gently. Every touch on your skin sent the feel of electricity running through you, making your heartbeat as fast as if you were running a marathon. As she was cleaning the cut you wondered for a second how she knew how to do this. Then you mentally facepalmed yourself. Of course, she knew how to deal with a wound. She would know better than anyone else.

Her heart was beating fast too, which she wished you didn’t notice. When she was done with cleaning, she stitched it up delicately and took the bandages that had been sat down beside her. While covering it, she trailed her eyes over your body. Beside the bruises, it was flawless and gorgeous. Her eyes wondered some more when she noticed a healed and old in wound on your left side. It was long, trailing from the height of your belly button right up, until it reached your armpits. She wondered, what could’ve happened and before she could stop herself, she asked.

You stiffened in her hold closing your eyes for a few moments. “I’d rather not talk about it” you said with a mournful voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“No need to be. Really” you said reassuringly.

“Okay…”

Once she finished, she threw the garbage in the trash, then helped you up and out of the bathroom. “Thanks for defending me back there by the way.”

“Thanks for patching me up doc T” you smiled down at her.

“I’ll give you something cold for your eyes and warm for your bruises” she said after setting you down on the couch.

“Wait, warm?” you sat up so she could see the confusion in your eyes.

“Yes” she said smiling. “It helps the trapped blood escape when a bruise already formed, from the area, making it less visible and speeding up the healing. After that you can apply something cold if you want to.”

“I did not know that” you mumbled and dropped back into the couch.

A few minutes later she was back with warmed salt in pouches and beans from the freezer. “Here you go” she uttered and sat down next to you. She gently placed the pouches on the right places and handed you the beans. You sighed in relief when you put it on your eye, muttering a quiet ‘Thank you’ whilst watching her delicately work with your bruises. It felt weird, your eyes felt cold, whilst other parts of your body were warm. Especially your hips, where she kept one of her hands. The heat was radiating through your whole body at the realisation.

You just noticed how close you two were, and it made you forget how to breath. She looked down at you, her pupils widening just the slightest. You could feel her breath on your face, getting faster just a little. She was leaning closer now, her breath shuddering above your face. Her eyes snapped down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes. Your beautiful, captivating, deep eyes. She found herself entrapped in them. Your eyes snapped to her lips too, seeing how red they were. Alluring like every of her body parts, and kissable. Oh, how kissable they looked-

You could hear the door opening.

She jolted back, as you also tried, only now remembering that your head was already on the couch. You finally remembered how to breath. Tara felt her cheeks redden and stood up abruptly.

“We’re HERE!” Mindy screeched as they all got in. Why wouldn’t they be punctual the one time they shouldn’t be?

“Hey” you greeted them back, sitting up on the couch, revealing your face.

Mindy’s jaw dropped, Anika’s eyes widened for a moment, then she rolled her eyes, Chad laughed. Your sister marched towards you, clearly irritated. “What did you do this time?”

“I swear it wasn’t my fault!” you started to defend.

“It kind of was” Tara interrupted, smiling.

“Of course, it was, now tell me what happened!” Anika demanded.

So you did. You told the story, of how you heroically fought of three people who were all trying to mug Tara, whilst also saving an elderly lady from the truck that was about to hit her. Whilst your story went on, you got up from the couch and started playing the scene like it really happened. You didn’t seem to be distracted by the fact that your upper body was only covered by a sports bra. They all carefully listened to the made-up story, as they were used to them by this point. “So there I was, grandma in one hand, her groceries in the other, facing off this huge monstrosity of a man. He was about seven feet tall and had the sharpest machete in hand that I’ve ever seen. Then, he lunged at me” you lunged your arm forward as if holding something at Anika’s face. She dropped her jaw, playing along.

“Were you killed?” she asked, her voice unexpectedly curious.

“Sadly, yes” you said, closing your eyes. Then you snapped them open and dramatically said; “But I lived!”

“When exactly did you lose your mind?” Chad asked, before Anika could shut her up.

You stared away into nothing and murmured low, as if deep in thought. “Three months ago. I woke up one day married to a pineapple. An ugly pineapple” you sighed like a lovestruck fool. “But I loved her.”

“That’s enough” Tara cut in, still smiling like an idiot. “I’ll tell you how it really went so I may start cooking.”

“But I wanted to hear how she fought of that giant!” Mindy said pleading with her tone and with her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll tell you but just this once!” you raised your voice and continued the story. Tara rolled her eyes, gave you one last smile then went away into the kitchen to get the dinner ready.

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I was going through my drafts the other day when I found this, written in the peak of my Graham Coxon obsession, a couple of years ago. Since it's so long, I had to cut this story into two parts (I was very creative 🙄).

I don’t know why I’m sharing this, but enjoy!

"I can’t see what you see in me"

Graham Coxon x female reader.

Prompt: Graham was having a really hard time with himself during a photoshoot and you had a great idea to cheer him up. Heavily inspired by Blair and Serena stealing Eleanor Waldorf's clothing line clothes on Gossip Girl (s1, e4).

Place/time: during the late 90's.

Reader description: reader is a French model trying to make herself a name in the industry, while being reduced to be in her boyfriend's shadow.

Fluff.

Part 1.

Graham was alone.

He was sitting on his stupid chair, drinking tea from his stupid cup, feeling even more stupid than he did before.

Now, for the amateur eye, he didn't seem that much alone. He was surrounded by people: make up artists, stylists, cameras, all that stuff. But he was, in fact, alone. Alone and bored.

Also, it was a terribly cold winter and a storm was probably coming at any time while they were stuck there working outdoors in a park.

So he was falling asleep on his stupid chair. Again.

Suddenly, he heard an excited voice calling his name, a voice that he knew a little too well from the person that he loved the most.

"Graham!" you shouted and he quicky turned his body towards the direction of the sound, standing up. You ran onto his arms and hugged him tightly making him almost lost balance. Even though he was surprised, his arms reached out for your body instinctively.

Still in his arms, you took his face with your soft hands and placed a sweet kiss onto his lips, him melting at the touch.

Alex, sitting next to that romantic scene, looked at you with genuine curiosity, trying to make something of your face. Wondering if you two have met before.

The truth was: you haven't. It may have sounded strange considering that in the past couple of months, you had been omnipresent-like to the Blur guys. Your name was always there, filling not only the empty spaces of the rehearsals but filling Graham's mind completely. You were present whole-heartedly in Graham's dreamy smiles and little giggles that came out of nowhere and in every new song that came with a dumb look of im-so-in-love. Present in the purple-ish marks on Graham's neck or like a stolen kiss from his plumped lips. Present in Damon's laugh every time he made fun of his best friend's infatuation but secretely holding an enormous respect for you that made him feel almost rotten to jealousy. "He doesn't need me anymore. He's got Y/N now. She'll take care of him" Damon used to say. But he didn't meant it. Not really.

You were great, the best one Graham ever had. The other ones were either boring or pretentious cunts, in the singer's own words. But he couldn't help to feel overprotective towards his best friend and he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit jealous of the fact that Graham was so in love with you.

Damon loved attention. And Graham's attention was like crack because it was hard to make him interested in someone for real.

And the other times, you were there in body and soul, sitting in a corner taking pictures of whatever you founded interesting enough or simply hanging out.

So it was really weird for Alex to not have met you yet. Sure he heard the name, but Graham had been smart enough to make Alex and you not cross any paths. He knew Alex too well to trust him.

Dave chuckled and wolf-whistled, making Graham's cheeks turn red and he separated his lips from yours, unable to hide the big smile plastered on his face.

He never had anyone loving him like you do. So intense and passionate, so caring and gentle like a little child, rushing into his arms and calling his name for the whole town to hear it. Making him feel special, wanted. You could have anyone but, and here's the big but, you wanted him. And proudly so, as you always said.

"W-what are you doing here? I thought you weren't in England" He asked in confusion.

Your smile turned into a frown "And I thought you'd be happy to see me...”

"No, no. Please don't get me wrong. I'm just confused. I mean..." He started to panic.

You cut him off with a big smile "I'm joking, Gra. Turns out i don't have to work this couple of days because the collection got ruined by the rain and the photoshoot had to be rescheduled. The CEO was so angry, you should've seen him. He treated us very badly and that left me feeling sick to my stomach. So I remembered you were having a photoshoot here and I took the plane and well... I got an impulse. It's okay, right? I won't bother you. Just here for moral support" You said in a rush. "Oh, hi Dave". Dave waved his hand. Then you turned to Alex "I believe we haven't met yet. I'm Y/ N". You offered him your hand. "Alex, right? Heard lots of things about you".

He took your hand and gently placed a kiss on it "Good things I hope. So you're the famous Y/N". He turned to Dave but shot a quick look towards Graham, who was eyeing carefully at the exchange that was occurring in front of him, looking quite uneasy. "I must say I never expected that our little Graham was shagging such a pretty bird. Where are you from, Love? You've got a lovely accent". Graham tensed.

The awkwardness of the situation was only intensified by him pointing out your accent. You knew Alex didn't mean any harm, but that didn't sooth the rage in Graham's throat.

You've been officially named "Graham Coxon's New French Girlfriend" by the media and while you've told Graham so many times that it was a honor to be his girlfriend, he knew you were more than that stupid title. After all, you had a career of your own. You coincidentally met him at an event and now you've been living together in England for almost a year. But it just sort of happened. It wasn't your problem the media became obsessed with you.

And also you really wanted to get rid of the accent.

You opened your mouth to say something but before anything came out, Graham spoke in a condescending tone:

"She's french, Alex. You should know since you seem to get along so well with the french gals".

"Well... Alex begun.

"Where's Damon? I thought this was a group photoshoot" you interrumpted him trying to distract the tension away.

As if summoned, Damon appeared with a lopsided grin, always in his very own world. He kissed your cheek in a scandalous way and put his arm around Graham, although his best triend didn't even look at him. He was too busy shooting Alex with his gaze.

"Graham, it's fucking cold out here, put something on, mate. Jesus, you look like you're going to kill someone and I'm not in the "hiding a corpse" mood" Damon said completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one wearing only a suit and Graham was wearing a big jacket. Classic Damon. Then, he continued: "Well, the photographer, that bastard, just said he needed both of us, Alex, in front of the camera 'cause, I quote him: "Alex could make the suit work 'cause he's a good looking fella". I told him he could kiss my ass or my face, whatever. I quite fancy him. But not like I fancy you, Graham" He said battling his lashes, kissing Graham's temple. "You look sexy when you're angry. Love it".

Alex rolled his eyes, tired, and grinned at Graham

"Don't be mad at me, you twat. I was joking". Then he said to you: "Nice meeting ya, doll".

"Careful there, Alex. He's not playing around when Y/N is involved. Quite jealous he is" Damon laughed before the two of them started walking towards the photographer, who was already waiting for them. Damon rushed onto him, giving him a kiss on the cheeks.

You laughed at his childish behavior.

Dave patted Graham's shoulders and excused himself before making his way towards the improvised trailer the team managed to put together.

Graham lit up another cigarette letting the nicotine calm his burning insides and peered over the working crew to see Damon and Alex both wearing 1930's suits and posing as camera flashes exploded in their faces. He sat in a little bench, you by his side: "They look great. I didn't look as great as them".

You took his hand in yours. "You okay?"

"What is it like?" He said after a moment of silence, not looking at you but somehow giving you all his attention. "To be a model, you know. To have all of those people looking at you and telling you to make faces or something".

"Well, it's definitely not as fun as it may look. I used to think that it would be easy, that you only needed to be pretty and you'd be fine. But it's exhausting, actually". You smiled sadly "I often think l'd be better behind the cameras, being the one taking pictures”.

"You took some lovely pictures the other day..."

You smiled. "And how's it like being a rockstar?".

"Don't let Damon hear you say that. He says Blur's not a rock band. I say Blur's whatever the fuck Blur wants to be". He laughed humorless.

"And what does Blur want to be?" You asked.

"I'm not quite sure. Probably not a rock band".

You both laughed.

You moved your body closer to him. "And what does Graham wants to be?"

"I don't know. He certainly would prefer staying in bed cuddled up with you. Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me". He said while he leaned back on the bench, resting his head on your lap and putting your hand on his head, practically forcing you to stroke his hair.

You giggled "Mmm... You just made that up?" He nodded. “It sounded like a song". You said while he looked up at you with a sly smile. You leaned in and kissed his forehead as you started: "Alex..."

He interrupted you: "Alex is a bastard, you should know that. He's far up his arse and thinks he's got the right to do anything 'cause he's sexy or whatever. It doesn't sit right with me sometimes. Let's forget about him". You nodded.

A couple of minutes went by with none of you talking and you thought he was falling asleep. You loved watching him sleep. It was like all the darkness there inside of him left his body and he was finally at peace with himself. Then he broke the silence: "Do you find him a handsome bloke?"

You struggled, trying to find the right words "He's alright. Big egos aren't really my thing, though. I think you're way more handsome than him".

He frowned "You can't possibly think that. It doesn't take too much to see that Alex and Damon are more attractive than me. I'm awkward and too self conscious. They're the handsome ones. They could "sell the product". And I-I-I'm not, you see? I don't sell the product. I’d probably won't look half as great as them in those ridiculous 1930's suits. I don't sell what Blur wants to be. Fuck, I don't even sell myself. I'm just here...”

You took his hand in yours, leaving a kiss in it "I think you're all those things you said about them. You're there being yourself with all your flaws and strenghts. And I think that's beautiful about you. You don't need to sell the product because there's no product at all. You're Graham Coxon, not the guitarist or the guy from Blur. You're the person and you're the most attractive to me because you feel and you love in a way that none of them do". You looked at his eyes intensely. "And you also look quite sexy when you're jealous, Damon's right, I must say”. You added, trying to relieve the tension on his shoulders.

He gasped, pretending to be offended "I wasn't jealous".

"Sure you weren't" You said mockingly causing him to laugh.

Then he went silent again.

He sighed "I just can't see what you see in me".

You looked at him. The tenderness in his factions. His big brown eyes full of the melancholic feeling that consumed him daily.

You just knew he was more than enough. You knew since the first time you met him. He was incapable of holding your gaze yet somehow he managed to got you blushing all night. He didn't knew a single word of French yet you understood him so well. You communicated through your souls. Words were unnecessary.

Graham, so fragile and so broken. Yet, he put together the broken pieces of yourself, the ones left bruised. Now you were glowing, sparkling.

You wanted to do the same for him.

Part 2 here

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #blur band #damon albarn #alex james #dave rowntree #Graham Coxon au #Graham coxon x female reader #blur au #graham coxon fanfic

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marixrose · 8 months

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Count Lucio - Anniversary

I was wandering around the palace searching for something to do. I married Lucio a year ago. It was fun at first but then he had other things to do, but now it’s boring not having anyone around.

Tomorrow is our anniversary, I haven't gotten him anything yet despite all the time on my hands because Lucio refuses to let me work.

I sigh before walking to our shared bathroom to change and go to the market to hopefully find someone that would be to Lucio’s interest.

On my way to the market a shop caught my eye. It had a golden sign and said “Memory Globe”. Being curious, I walked inside.

The bells attached to the door rang as I entered and an older woman welcomed me in. “Hello! Hello! Welcome to my shop, anything in particular you are looking for dear?” She spoke in a lively tone.

I shook my head, “I’m just wondering what you sell Ma’am.”

“Ooo that’s a great question, we’ll it’s exactly what the store is called. I sell memory globes.”

“What exactly are memory globes?” I asked confused but intrigued.

“I use a spell to put memories you select into a clear crystal ball and they play kind of like a slideshow.” She smiled.

I think this would be the perfect gift for Lucio, I can put memories of us two together and place them where we can rewatch the best memories of our lives.

I smiled back at the woman, “How much for a globe and how many memories can we choose?”

“It’s 15 gold coins per memory.”

I’m limiting myself to spending 45 coins on Lucios gift, so three memories will have to do.

“I would like 3 memories,” I say as I hand her the coins.

“Thank you, follow me to make the globe.” She says as she leads me down a hallway.

Purple tensile is draped over the arch of the hallway, crystal lanterns float around, and the smell of lavender fills the air. Very soft music takes place in the distance.

She leads me to a room with a table in the center, two chairs surrounding it. She waves for me to sit down, and I do.

In the center of the table is a globe that looks empty. She grabs a book that says Spell Book on the cover. She turns to the page she needs and looks at me.

“I want you to envision the three memories you would like to choose, have them in the front of your mind. When you are ready, tell me and I will begin.” She tells me.

I begin to search my mind for the best memories.

I chose one with me and Lucio stargazing. Another with me and lucio baking cookies together, even though he burnt the cookies. The last one I picked was the one with me and Lucio dancing barefoot in our pajamas in the moonlight on the balcony.

I smiled to myself remembering all these good times.

“Ready.”

She did her spell and before I knew it I was watching my memories inside the globe, I giggled when I saw myself throw flour in Lucius face. The woman smiled at me, “I hope you like it.”

“I love it, thank you so much.”

“Of course.”

I grabbed the globe and put it in my bag.

I waved at the woman before making my way back to the Palace, smiling to myself all the way home.

As I entered the Palace I saw Lucio pacing. “What wrong, love?” I asked.

He stops pacing and turns his head to look at me. The next second he’s making a dead sprint towards me.

I yelp as he engulfs me in a hug.

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving. I thought something happened!” He said, voice shaking.

I rubbed his back, “I’m sorry, I was in a hurry and it didn’t cross my mind to let someone know.”

He huffed before pulling back, “You better remember the next time you want to go somewhere or else I might have a heart attack.”

I laughed, “You’re being over dramatic.”

He frowns, “You never know Y/n!”

I rolled my eyes continuing down the hall towards our room, “Whatever you say darling.”

He follows behind me. “You know what tomorrow is right?” He asks me, squeezing my hand.

I want to mess with him, “No? What’s tomorrow?” I say, trying my best to play dumb.

He gasps and stops in his tracks. “How could you forget?!”

I burst out laughing, “I’m kidding, it’s our anniversary.”

He looks offended by my outburst, “That’s not a funny joke babe.” he pouts.

“It’s definitely when I get to see you act like that.” I say smiling, beginning to walk again. Lucio not following far behind, still upset over my ‘joke’.

He soon got over as we reached our room, “You missed dinner, so you want to eat?” he asked me.

“No thank you, I'm not hungry.” I say opening our door.

I placed my bag down, which made a noise when it connected with the solid surface. This gained Lucios attention.

“What did you get love.” He asked as he tried to grab the bag, which I pulled out of his reach.

“Guess you’ll find out tomorrow won’t you?”

He whined, “If it’s my gift I want it noowww!”

I rolled my eyes again, “You’re such a baby.”

“Am not!”

“Are to.”

“Y/N!”

“Lucio!”

“Please?”

I was taken aback because Lucio never says please.

I weigh my options in my mind, eventually giving in.

“Okay, fine.” I say reaching in my bag to grave the globe. I hand it to him with both hands.

He watches our memories play with wide eyes which quickly soften. I watch as a wave of different emotions cross his features with each memory.

“Do you like it?” I asked, afraid I didn’t pick the right gift.

“I love it, thank you darling.” He says, kissing me before placing the globe on his bedside nightstand, “Now when I can’t sleep at night I can just watch this and fall in love with you even more.”

I blush at his comment then smile, “I’m glad you like it. But it’s only fair if you give my gift early too, you know!”

He looks at me and pretends to look hurt, “I am your gift!”

I laugh, “Please return it!”

Lucio laughs with me, “Not the response I was hoping for.” He says.

He walks over to our closest and opens it. He walks inside and walks out with a box.

He sets the box down in front of me with a wide smile.

I cautiously lift the lid to find a puppy.

“AWW you shouldn't have!” I say as I lift the dog out of the box, “This cute thing was sitting in our closet this whole time!”

“No, I just got him today, don’t worry, love. Do you like him?” Lucio asks me.

“Of course I do, thank you so much. Happy anniversary dear.”

“Happy anniversary darling.” He says laying on the bed, I soon join him.

I never let go of the puppy.

“What are you going to name him?” Lucio asks me as he strokes my hair.

“(You Choose)” I say, petting (D/n).

“I like that name, hopefully Mercedes and Melchior like him too.”

“I’m sure they will.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“I love you Lucio.” I say kissing his forehead, before getting comfortable to go to sleep.

“I love you Y/n.” He said, still running his fingers through my hair.

We fell asleep like that.

#count lucio #the arcana #lucio the arcana #count lucio x reader #lucio x apprentice #lucio x reader #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game

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loving-august · 2 years

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broken marriage vow.

— a second entry for @okkatsudon 's collab entry: somebody new <33 hopefully the plot i made makes sense 😭😭

๑.pairings: fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

๑.genre: timeskip au, sorcery au, heavy angst + sfw !!

๑.synopsis: not all marriages end with a happy ending.

๑.warnings: violent language, unrequited, character death typos

๑.wc: 1.02k

๑.links: navigation | jjk.masterlist | taglist form

They say that marriage was the most blissful yet, enchanting event in one's life. To be spending all your days of life with the person you vowed to be with in front of the altar on that very special moment.

For the fact that such mutual feelings became one in usual marriages, that was not the case for you.

Like you and megumi.

You tried your best in filling the role as a loving and supportive wife to your husband. Sending off, making him lunch, and obeying him on what he requested. They say every marriage results in success when you have a supporting partner all the way to the end.

He doesn't even care about you. Not even once.

With the warm and welcoming gazes you have given to him, but only cold and icy glare are simply given to you. Your heart clenches and your stomach just gets punched by a bear. Just like now.

The door slid on the chambers, you can't help but to feel the butterflies on your stomach, no matter how you tried to deny the fact, your heart still screams his name over and over again. You were helplessly in love with him after all this time.

"Welcome home, megumi," you softly said. all you ever saw in his eyes were empty. with all of the guts you had, you clearly know what he wishes always. He looked at you for a mere second and walked past you to go inside of his room. Yes, both of you didn't share the bed like normal couples do.

You bit your lip to stop tearing up once again. You took all your courage to knock on his door. After five seconds, you slowly opened the door to see him writing something.

"Have you eaten dinner yet? I can make one if you'd like," you offered. in the reality you lived in , there was a spark of hope, hoping that he could talk to you even for a minute. He stopped writing and looked at you, "I already ate before I got here," he answered.

"Are you sure?"

Tick. Megumi was pissed.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO DUMB?! I TOLD YOU I'M FINE!" he yelled. the only thing you asked if he was okay, because you can clearly see him struggle on something. That's what wives do, right? To comfort their husbands in times of hardships?

"b-but you're clearly not! you haven't eaten since yesterday!"

"Why don't you mind your business for once?! god dammit you're so stubborn!" he stood up, and threw the papers beside him.

The helpers may have heard the argument, gossiping amongst themselves that you and megumi won't last. And they probably know that you weren't the woman he fell in love with.

"Because I care about you megumi!" You sniffed as your tears were rolling on your cheeks. You wiped it off with your bare hands.

He scoffed, "you may look like her but guess what? I don't give a damn about any of this! She was dead because of your goddamn weak ass, It's always been you!" His voice became louder unlike before.

You laughed, "me? Yes! ITS ALWAYS FUCKING ME! Y/N OF L/N, THE MOST WEAK, PATHETIC, AND CURSELESS CHILD!" Your voice was more likely in a sarcastic tone, "don't tell me shit because I already know! I might not like my sister but I'm trying! I tried to do the things that everybody wants now that she's gone!" you broke down and sobbed. With All the frustrations you had, you couldn't say more, it was a lot.

You silently walked inside your chamber and began to freshen yourself, you washed your face and patted it dry. For somehow, you looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of you.

Funny thing is, you looked exactly like the person Megumi loved at first. Your twin sister, y/s/n.

How come both of you had the same face and voice yet Megumi fell for her? You had no idea. Not in the slightest bit.

Oh that's right, she was brave, strong, unpredictable, compassionate, kind, and has that fucking cursed energy that everybody's been waiting for the time you bkth were in your mother's womb. Even an ounce to her other personalities, you had none. Also for the cursed energy? Never had ever in your life.

Oh sweet y/s/n, such a perfect child. But do remember, every shining figure has its shadow too, but the shadow was you. Getting outshined by the greatest qualities, instead your not-so admirable personalities were always being seen just like a shadow, all black, unknown, and vague. Truly, she can have every man she ever desired, but she was now six feet under because of you.

But for the first time ever, you felt relieved, you began to talk more and try things differently, they may say that you were a horrible sister for y/s/n. How could they say that? How can you be so attached when they didn't even let you get to talk to her? Play with her? Spend time like sisters would do? People love to assume things when they are the one who exactly knows the whole context.

Ever since childhood, you got separated from her because of the amount of attention she has. Just imagine being twins, exleactibg for both to have the power like everybody does in the jujutsu community. Just like the zenin twins, maki, who was born with no cursed energy yet she managed to get in top, and was now being looked up to by other young sorcerers.

You could never be like her. Just no.

You lie down on the futon and cover yourself with the thick blanket you had. Oh to dream of megumi, finally reciprocating your love for him in 6 years. That would be a dream come true. For the ugliest yet heartbreaking truth, you can never be someone like your sister, who was somebody to him.

#๑.made by aug #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #megumi x reader #megumi angst #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #megumi x reader angst #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi fanfic #jujutsu megumi #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #megumi imagine #megumi headcanons #jjk fanfic

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jimpluff · 28 days

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Godzilla x Kong: First Impressions

Short review: Delicious fast food kaiju

A little bit longer now (avoiding spoilers and just giving overall impressions, so feel free to read even if you haven't seen yet): No, really, this movie's tickets should literally come with a Happy Meal set and one of the blind crystal mini figures. It is a very specific, deceptively expertly crafted junk food pleasure that I sometimes find hard not to love.

I went in expecting a passable but somewhat embarrassing mess. It was a lot better than that, and I actually think Wingard is something of a genius at walking a particular action/comedy/blockbuster tightrope. So many elements are done just enough to satisfy, not so much as to annoy or ever slow the pacing, just the right amount of comic relief, and a sprinkling of drama that's actually fairly tasteful despite being puddle deep. He's also quite the visionary for thinking up ridiculous moments that pay off enough to make you forgive how outrageous they are. I genuinely laughed several times, a first for a MonsterVerse movie, and there really wasn't a tedious moment.

And the thing that will catch the most flak? The new mantra that will annoy the Godzilla world more than even Can't Bin the Shin? Ackshully, Godzilla x Kong is quite a lot like a Showa film.

A few other statements: +Bernie is the best human character in the Monsterverse, and it's not close. +The humor and the Easter eggs in this movie were both done more deftly than in any other Monsterverse film. Did you all catch the 2014 poster in Bernie's place? Did you catch "Punch punch punch?"

+The music was cool, and I'm happy Wingard really put his '80s electronic, neon light stamp on this movie. His confidence in his own tastes shone on virtually every frame, and even when I didn't share every particular preference, it was just a pleasure to see a filmmaker commit to it, even knowing some would sneer. +I was skeptical about all the monkey business, but it was actually all right, and Skar King was cool enough. Shimo looked fairly impressive, too, and grew on me the more it reminded me of Ray Harryhausen's dragon from The Seventh Voyage of Sinbad. + I'm tempted to make a midwit curve meme with GxK on the dumb and brilliant ends and Godzilla Minus One at the 85-115 curve. But that would be hurtful, so I won't. (for the curve peakers - this is a joke)

Criticisms -The biggest one, which others noted and which was apparent from the trailers, was the cartoonish movement of the kaiju. This was most an issue in the final battle, which would have benefitted from a little more money and time just to make it feel more impactful. But the whole movie is loaded with action and Shit Happening that, drawn out toooooo much more, and it could have felt exhausting like KoTM sometimes did. Again, Wingard has a supernatural sense for how long he can get away with things and played it safe and light. -By now, I'm sure everyone knows about Kong's glove. How he gets it is almost laughably glazed over, but again, Wingard knows we don't really care for a drawn-out explanation and sequence there. The ridiculousness of it and the visual flair with how it's executed makes you throw up your hands and say, yeah, I mean that was dumb as hell but pretty sick, and here comes the next crazy moment. -Less a criticism than an anticipation of the objections to positive reviews, but yes, if this type of movie were all the Godzilla franchise had to offer, I think I would tire of it. But we already had Sukiyabashi Jiro level sushi in Shin Godzilla and Gion Kyoto-level Kaiseki-ryori in Minus One. It's cool to also treat the palate with a McDonald's double cheeseburger, fries, and a classic Coke whose sugary sludge we know is going to lead us to needing a very special false tooth. There are many kinds of pleasures in the world.

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mysticlibraryhushbats · 7 months

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So! Mutant Mayhem is finally here and I took the day off work to go to the first showing this morning like a weirdo! I just wanted to share my initial thoughts on the movie now that I'm fresh out and haven't unblocked the Mutant Mayhem tag to see what others have been saying.

(Most of these come down to personal preference so, if you read something you don't like, don't come for me!)

First things first, the turtles!!! I love, love, LOVE them!!! This is honestly the first time I've had difficulty picking a fav. They were the highlight of the movie for me.

I don't think I've ever said this about Leo, but OMG he was adorable!! Such a good boi! I'm glad they cut that whole 'holier than thou' attitude he often gets lumped with. He was just out here doing his best and trying to have fun along the way.

Raph is my son. I have adopted him.

Donnie is hands down the cutest Donnie ever to exist. 2003 Donnie is still my fav, but I can have two, right?

I have to say that of the four, Mikey was the biggest surprise for me. And in the best way possible! I much prefer when he's not singled out as the stupid one acting dumb or the "funny" one. Sorry to any Mikey fans out there but I find most iterations of Mikey to be insufferable, and there're only three I actually genuinely like (including this one)! I like that he's on equal footing with his brothers. They are all dumb and funny together, and Mikey isn't fighting for their attention.

I was also super happy to see that no one turtle had the spotlight. They were very much a unit.

Return of the batman voice, this time ft. Leo!

The turtle tots were cute little chicken nuggets!! Really makes me want to get back into writing turtle tot fics!

This Splinter was really leaning into the stressed single father side of Splinter's persona more so than any other version. I'm here for it! He still kicked ass!

Another teen April. I'd prefer an older April that looks out for the turtles like an older sister tbh. I miss those days. But still, she was a great April all things considered!!

I could have done without the Leo/April stuff. I get that as teenagers they're going to have crushes, but any Turtle x April ship gives me the ick.

On that note, is Raph the only turtle to not have a significant crush on April in the whole franchise?!

The other mutants were enjoyable. None of them really stood out to me personally. Though, every Ray Fillet scene had me creased thinking about Postie in the recording booth. I'm glad that in the end they all sided with the turtles and they have a nice little found family going.

Splinter and his girlfriend!! 😂 It's about time!

WTF happened to Splinter that had him so concerned about them being milked. I mean, he was right in the end but, who hurt you child?

The animation style took a little getting used to but I thought it was very creative and interesting. The random shots from "real-life" like Ferris Bueller and the Chris' were a bit jarring, but funny nonetheless.

The whole "No Diggity" montage...*chef kiss* The 4 Non Blondes part was hilarious too!

I loved all the pop-culture references, but I think maybe it was a little excessive? I would have preferred if they left those primarily for the turtles. Instead, every character was a pop-culture connoisseur trying to out do the other characters.

Related to that point, I'm in Japan, so I felt bad for the non-English speaking Japanese watching this movie because there's only so much you can do with subtitles. 90% of the pop-culture references would go over the average viewers' head here, and yet, most of the comedy was contingent on these references. No one laughed. No one. (tbf, that's common in theaters in Japan regardless of how funny something is, but even so, I can't imagine it being very humorous to a non-English speaking adult here.) I might try the dubbed version just to compare. There's more freedom in dubbing but I can't see it being too much better.

That's all I got for now! I'm sure I forgot to mention a bunch of stuff. I will be going to see the movie again next week, and I'll probably have more to add after a second watch. But for now, I really enjoyed it. As a fan of the darker versions of the TMNT, I know I'm not the target audience for these things anymore. Coming to that realization today was a depressing thought. I had a great time watching for sure and I'm excited to have a lot of new fans joining the fandom!

I'm not sure if this movie cracks the top 5 of my favorite turtles but it's up there for sure. I give it a solid 7/10.

#mutant mayhem #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mm #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem spoilers #tmnt mm spoilers

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thatdemiboymess · 2 years

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I want to experience humanity. I want to experience all the love, and kindness, and compassion, and hilarity, and understanding that we as a species are capable of. I want to experience it more than anything, right now. I am crying from the sheer weight of my yearning to experience the positive aspects of humanity again, just once again, please. I want to once again experience human joy, and passion, and kindness, and love, and creativity, and awkwardness, and laughter. I want companionship, and understanding, and enjoyment, and happiness. I want to create, and heal, and thrive. I want to watch others create, heal, and thrive. All of this, free of worry and hardship - just people being people in the most glorious and jubilant of ways. And I'm so distraught because it feels like I'll never get to experience any of this ever again. It's just been so long. Too long, it feels like, and I'm so very lonely. I want to go on casually intimate late night walks with a friend where we talk about our day, our night, our problems, anything and everything, just as long as we're together. I want to stop at a cheap 24/7 fast food place at midnight with someone and eat outside with them in comfortable silence and stare at the sky side by side. I want to sit around a computer with people I care about and laugh at dumb memes or find weird things to watch with them that we might leave playing if we leave because we weren't really paying attention to it, anyways. I want to go on late night errands with someone so we can experience the calm of a liminal space together while getting things done. I want to sit inside while everyone in the room plays their own game, or does their own thing, and occasionally share bits of what we're doing with each other. I want to lie in bed with people I love and care about side by side until we all fall asleep. I want to order cheap food to the apartment so we can all have something we like that we can eat together while we talk. I want to be there to hold someone important to me when they need it. I want to window shop with someone even if neither of us can afford anything just because we want to spend time together and that was the first thing we thought of. I want to have someone I can be human with, again. Yet, at the same time, I want to know how to stop missing people. How do you stop missing doing inane, casually intimate, things with people who used to be your friends but who drifted away or cut you out of their lives? I'm tired of yearning for people who haven't been in my life for years, now, but I swear it still feels like I was still talking to them just yesterday, sometimes, and I'm so so lonely when I remember that that isn't the case because we haven't spoke in years. Even though there's a chance they don't even think about me anymore I still think about them so very often and I yearn for them and the stupid things we did together and I don't know how to let go and make it stop. How do you let go? How do I make this stop?

#venting a lil bit #emotional venting #personal vent #vent #vent post #yearning #grief

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bonsai-babies · 2 years

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@aestheticsuwu I loved this one! I usually don't do tag games, but it's about fanfic, it touched my weakeness. I was tagged in my main account but I hope it's okay that I'm answering here 😊

Last lines from my WIPs ahead

Samtory / LaNichols Whump

This fic is still in the planning stage, it means I write vaguely what happens in chronological order to get the full idea and start organizing the technical parts before actually writing the correct prose.

[ “You didn’t deserve that”, Tory protested, sobbing, “they came for me!”

Sam coughed again and groaned from the pain of her ribs pushing against her lungs. She weakly searched for her lover's other hand to hold.

“You are still my queen, I do not leave you alone” ]

LawRusso Family Drama

A little bit of the planning for my LawRusso Family series. This is the planning stage of Daniel's thoughts.

[ Another incident happens at school and he can’t protect her, which makes him fall into a deep reflexive state of realization that she is his mirror both in a good and bad sense. And how this now is just as rewarding and scary to him, because he wished he had saved her from the ugly part of being “him”. ]

Samtory / LaNichols "Cobra Imperium"

This is the end scene of chapter three, in which Tory asks Sam to examin her injuries. Let's ignore my habit of fucking up Samantha's ribs in every opportunity I get.

[ “Now show me your ribs”, Tory asked.

Sam grimaced at that, she knew things would be very bad under her shirt. She didn’t really want to see it yet. Thankfully it would stay hidden under her clothes so her dad wouldn’t see it as it healed. ]

Samtory / LaNichols Smut

No adult content in this part though, just fluff. Also in the planning stages.

[ “I’m not going anywhere, you know?”.

“I’m not taking any chances”, Tory says making point of hugging her tighter. Sam fakes a pained groan and laughs, letting her head fall on her lover’s shoulder.

There they stay, Tory experiencing that strange feeling of self-worth, dumb love, and peace. ]

Time to tag the fam, I still haven't learned everyone's tumblr but here are the ones I remember that write fic @shrinkthisviolet @meerinsel @archiefan23 @qualityplaidturkey i'm probably forgetting someone because my memory SUCKS.

Share the last line(s) from your WIP(s)!

#cobra kai #sam larusso #samantha larusso #daniel larusso #tory nichols #samtory #the lawrusso family #lanichols

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eirasummersart · 2 years

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Your Persona 5 OC is very pretty. It'd be great to see more of her!

Refering to this.

Thank you! It makes me happy when someone likes an OC I made 👉👈 And also for answering to my post!

It's a bit surprising that it's about one of the newer OCs I haven't really shared much about. Not in a bad way, tho, I appreciate it 💕

So I did do a quick simple drawing of her for you, and added actual colour~ Here you go!

And I'm gonna share a bit of trivia about her under the cut too~ Hopefully I'll do an actual info post about her sometime soon hahaha But have this for now:

Her name is Yukina, I still haven't though of a surname for her.

She's a third year at Shujin Academy.

She loves bugs of any kind, her hobby is learning about them and taking care of them.

Her passion is traditional japanese dancing. Her movements while fighting in the metaverse do resemble the traditional dance moves as well~

Her codename is Snow.

Her aesthetic in the metaverse is based off kunoichi. She moves silently and is good at reconeisance as well!

Her persona is Tsunade, from the Japanese folktale Jiraiya Gōketsu Monogatari. I haven't drawn her yet, I have to figure out her design. But she's gonna be riding a giant slug for sure xD

Since she entered High School and before she met the Phantom Thieves, she suffered a lot of bullying. Mostly the type where everyone ignored her and acted as if she didn't exist. That made her really closed off, isolated and barely speak.

After she got her persona and gained her confidence back, she stoped hiding so much and started talking more, specially with her new friends.

Still, she is quiet and shy, also blushes really easily, even if she's comfortable with whoever she's talking with. But she does come through as elegant, gentle and sweet when she expresses herself more.

She also has a dumb sense of humor and almost everything makes her laugh. She'd usually only giggle quietly to herself, though, unless something makes her laugh a lot and she'd bust ouf in a full belly laugh.

When she's dancing is the only time she lets go of all the shyiness and she confidently performs. She channels that energy in the metaverse as well.

And I think that's enough for just basic trivia about her, maybe even too much hahah

Once again, thanks for the ask! 💕

#P5 #P5 OC #Persona 5 OC #my art #OC #Yuki answers #deadite-decimator-deluxe #Yukina

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goldenworldsabound · 1 year

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middle finger, high fives, and fake tears for who you think works best for the questions !

thank you!!! Questions~

Middle Finger: How do you and Platonic!F/O handle conflict? Do you take time to think, or is there an immediate apology?

Let's talk about Kazalim. I'm not super fucking sure what Kazalim is to me fkjdshafkjds me as me is fascinated by them as a character and I do consider him part of clown fam, he's very important to everyone else for sure. SI has super mixed feelings though. Which is because...Kazalim is the one who put a curse on SI that forced them to obey Kazalim (and Kazalim then ordered them to obey Clayman so). But Kazalim was also sort of a parental figure to them in the way he is for the others - but there's always been that power dynamic, too. So obviously at that time a serious conflict would end with being commanded to obey - though SI didn't usually push it that far as they prefer NOT to be commanded. Kazalim doesn't apologize much, it seems to me, so SI would be no exception to that. SI will apologize quickly often, in order to try and calm the situation down, when they're thinking clearly.

Now what's interesting I think is how we look at this once Kazalim dies. Kazalim dies, curse undone, eventually Kazalim comes back as Kagali (not at full strength, new gender that's actually a prior gender unlocked-). And now she has no power over SI. Only power in the sense that Kagali is still the ultimate mastermind and the parent that is beloved by the rest of clown fam. So SI is a bit slower to apologize and more likely to try and drag out explanations and to question things. But quite frankly, even Clayman, proud as he is, never disobeys Kazalim. So...SI will let Kagali win but there's a little bit of fight that wasn't there before.

I promise we do also like each other but it's so complicated!!!!!!

High fives: What excites you and your f/o(s)? Is there something you both enjoy that can get you hyped together?

switching gears to Rimuru cause I haven't talked about the fact that this SI does also get to befriend Rimuru!!! We get hyped talking about stuff from our world. Talking about manga and anime in particular as well as food!!!! He's really excited when I Thought Communicate some American foods for the Tempest chefs to try making fkjdshafkjsa but we just love reminiscing and brainstorming how to bring more other world stuff into this world.

Fake tears: Share a story about you and sibling!f/os. Any pranks or crazy adventures?

Okay good clown fam question and yet- sits here stupidly. I HAVEN'T FLESHED THIS FAR OUT APPARENTLY.

Oh but I did have this idea about Laplace specifically- okay so I say a lot of dumb stuff out loud irl and like...this is an isekai so I would conceivably say the dumb stuff still. And he just thinks this shit is SO FUNNY. The example I was discussing earlier was, "I'm dying, squirtle" which is a staple of my life. And I am imagining him just absolutely losing it. He's trying to tell Clayman about it and he can't cause he's hysterical, like leaning on me laughing so hard he's crying/can't speak. Clayman looks very tired. But he just gets a kick out of my funny otherworlder sayings and he'll adopt them himself though he usually giggles a lot while delivering them fdkjsahfkjdsa

#clown fam #tempest fam #all tensura apparently

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0x1addictsong · 2 years

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The Tale of Tea～♡

3. Falling for Him?

"So, how's your work going Ms. Hyo?"

Fei asked emphasizing her name.

"Will you stop?"

Hyong was not in a very well state, & Fei wasn't helpful at all

"How can i stop? Like seriously, it was the first time he talked to you, right? & called you Ms. Hyo? Not Hyong but Hyo? Wow."

She wasn't wrong at all. To be honest it didn't feel like he was talking to her for the first time.

"Whatever, it's not like my nick name is Hyo, it's Hyu if you forgot."

"Who cares? He gave a whole nickname to you, isn't it kinda romantic?"

Fei was too excited because of the drama going on in her bestfriend's life, & for Hyong it was more like a headache.

But she decided to shrug it off, even if she knew that she can't ignore it that easily.

It was another chilly morning & customers hadn't arrived yet. Hyong was cleaning the floor, singing along to the song that was playing on the stereo.

Soon enough, she started her mini concert, dancing & singing, using the broomstick as her mic.

I'm a Loser

Lover with a dollar sign is a Loser!

The song finished & she proudly turned around just to get a mini heart attack.

"You're good at dancing, i see."

There he was sitting on the chair with all black again, with his eyes that could be seen.

Hyong was there stood shocked & embarrassed at the same time but still she managed to ask,

"For how long have you been sitting here?"

"5 minutes or something maybe."

He answered, with a big smile which can be recognised from his eyes.

Crap

That time, she literally wished that, the ground would swallow her or she somehow get attacked by someone, or atleast the sunlight coming out of the window melt her. She wanted some miracle to reverse the time.

"One tea & one caffè latte."

Breaking the awkward silence, he ordered.

She went away lowering her gaze, feeling dumb. Coming back with his order, She still continued to avoid any kind of eye contact with him.

He payed, again leaving the caffè latte on the counter & went away. Now she was able to look straight.

"I'm so stupid, i'm really stupid, like seriously."

Hyong let out her frustation running her hand through her hair.

"I know you're stupid, & i can also feel your embarrassment... but, didn't he said that he liked your dance?"

Fei tried to calm her down.

"Oh, come on, he was making fun of me, i'm sure he would've laughed at me. & to correct you, he said, i dance well not that he liked it."

Hyong let out a groan.

"Just admit already that you like him."

She could feel the smirk on Fei's face.

"What?"

"Why would i like him? I don't."

She said trying to defend herself, avoiding her gaze.

"Oh really? But if you don't like him, why would you care about what would he think of you? You have some feelings for him, don't you?"

Fei said still having the smirk on her face.

"Umm... see it's not like that, okay? It's just.. about my self-respect, you know?"

Hyong tried to convince her, having problem with hiding the pink flush on her cheeks.

"If you say so."

With the same expression on her face, she walked away.

Fei's words were still lingering on Hyong's head.

"Of course not, how can i like him, i haven't even seen his face, what can i say about the face, i don't even know his name."

She thought & tried to shrug it off, but failed.

"Maybe i'll have some tea after arriving home, so that i can relax & divert my mind." She whispered to herself.

Next chapter is longer than these (╥﹏╥). I hope the chapters aren't too boring, i'll make it interesting, slowly. If you see any mistakes, feel free to share...

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Synopsis : Hyong was a normal graduated girl who was living her boring life in Vietnam, working in a café with her co worker & best friend Fei. Being uninterested in everything, she suddenly grew curious about this one wierd guy, who always used to come at the café, at an exact time, & would order a tea, wearing all black, showing nothing but just his eyes. Where will Hyong's curiosity for the stranger take her? (Or not really a stranger...?)

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musicallisto · 2 years

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May I request 👒 for Edmund Pevensie of Narnia? Thank you and congrats ✨

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Ravenclaw, INFJ, my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh for stupid reasons), nerdy, actually sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), and unbothered to be true to myself, clumsy, stubborn, hopeless romantic, young-at-heart, unfortunate and inattentive. I have "no bs" towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times, small mistakes leads me to provoke me even more that sounds like a drama queen, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (from rock to kpop), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit

some headcanons about your relationship with edmund pevensie...

you attended an all girls private school in London, and sure enough, Edmund attended the all boys private school immediately next to yours. no one would have pegged you for the rule-breaker type, and in a way you weren't (it was completely harmless, after all!), but a well-known hole in the fence between the two schoolyards was all you needed to meet and play with Edmund

you'd talk all your days away, dreaming about magical worlds and blessed places, truly anywhere other than your city where war was brewing.

until he disappeared one day, sent to the countryside with his siblings to evade the Blitz...

when you're reunited, Edmund is still the sweet and mischievous boy you've always known, only a bit changed, more mature already, and you attribute that to the war. but he tells you all about narnia and the marvelous kingdom he ruled and you understand

you really wish you could visit narnia yourself, but understand you haven't been called (yet), and therefore are content in only listening to Edmund's stories

he looooves your voice. it's one of the only things that manage to soothe him and he tries to teach you narnian songs he remembers by ear for you to sing (with little success)

he's not very good at dancing either, but he's had to learn in the many years (or so it felt like) he's been in Narnia. you stumble through the steps together and he even tries his hardest not to wince when you step on his toes

eventually he's called back to narnia with his siblings and... so are you?

you don't really understand what's happening at first but piece it together fairly quickly basing what you witness on Edmund's numerous accounts

he's elated to see you in Narnia and finally be able to show you his world of legend

even if you passed on your chance to rule Narnia alongside him, the brief time you had together was the most meaningful you've ever shared with anybody

#aeriscallanga #2022roadtrip

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mangodestroyer · 19 days

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I hope the doctor takes me seriously about getting checked for gallstones.

Not that it seems to be much of a problem yet. It's just that I have the family history and seem to have some of the symptoms. Despite still being pretty young and never having been pregnant (which seems to cause gallbladders to go bad for some AFAB individuals).

I just hate getting so nauseous and having mild cramps just cause I ate a shit diet for a bit. And yes, I know that's normal to an extent. But I'm less resilient to binges these days. And even if I'm doing fine, the thought of eating something like a fish fry just makes me so irrationally ill because the aversion to super greasy foods is strong. No joke, my reaction to a discussion over fish fry prompted someone to ask if I have a bad gallbladder (someone who had theirs taken out).

Sometimes, all I ever want to do is drink a fuck ton of water or only eat vegetables. Idk, the idea of having gallstones has also made me feel "dirty." Like, I just need to flush my system out. Maybe I'm just traumatized from seeing how much my mother suffers because she nearly died from an attack and the removal was botched (doctors misdiagnosed her and messed with her in a way that caused bile to go places it shouldn't/took too long to figure out they needed to remove the damn thing). She had a pretty bad attack in her early 20's and had hers removed in her early 30's. So I'm doing a bit better comparatively since I haven't yet (yet) had an attack that sent me to the ER (mid-20's). But we share similar struggles.

Oh, and the drop in blood pressure I sometimes get. Because my body is actually too good at getting rid of cholesterol from my blood stream. And yes, I've done some research and having this health problem can lead to a longer lifespan on average (that does show in the family history). The trade off is a higher tendency for stones. But also, needing to eat enough so that I don't pass out. So I have to be careful not to over or under eat.

And again, it does suck because it's not the kind of thing doctors seem to acknowledge or take seriously. Not with young people. And no, they've never taken my low blood pressure seriously either. Not even if I pass out right in front of them in the waiting room. Actually, I remember being conscious enough to hear the receptionist laugh about it and ask if I was just playing around. I mean, yes. Maybe it was a little weird to witness me take a random right turn into a dark, empty room after being instructed to walk down the hallway (after they were informed that I was light-headed and had collapsed earlier). It was weird for me too. A part of me knew I was going the wrong way, but I couldn't stop. I was also sort of confused and thought I was going forward/kept trying to, but ended up going right no matter what. It took me being physically directed to start going forward. Until I had to sit down after a few more steps because I became too dizzy and my vision went black. And I am still baffled that the receptionist just laughed about it and thought I was just sitting on the dirty ass floor (in a freaking hospital of all places) for the hell of it. Not an, "Are they okay?" or anything. Just immediately jumped to a very strange/horrible conclusion (I totally believe the studies about hospital staff scoring higher for n*rcissistic and anti-s*cial tendencies). Until my brother reiterated what was going on, ofc. Then the c*nt took it a little more seriously (probably a dumb m*le-centered woman or something) and let me sit in a wheel chair for a bit. Since it was settling into people's heads a little more that I was struggling to do basic tasks at that moment because I was unwell. I say a little bit because they still sort of acted like I was playing and smirked when I was still out of it. I should also mention that, before this visit, I had a visit to the ER for a CONFIRMED non-epileptic seizure. Again, caused by a huge drop in blood pressure. It's not like there hadn't been readings or anything. And there were tests run after the fact and everything? And it's in my medical records because it still gets brought up during regular check ups?

They didn't take it seriously either when they got a reading that is in the stroke zone (yes, you can get a stroke from low blood pressure). Apparently, it's just "normal" for women to randomly collapse and I just need to "eat more and stay hydrated." So at least I was upgraded to being a silly women who forgot to eat that day (but I did)? Rather than just being some stupid child messing around for attention?

I'm just glad that more people are talking about not having weird health problems taken seriously. Especially women. Again, not that this is the worst thing in the world (and as I mentioned before, it has benefits too). But yeah, many of us have probably had some invalidating experiences. Outside of a hospital setting, I've just had some people in general act like me feeling sick or feeling light-headed was just be messing around/trying to get out of shit/looking for attention. It's led me to gaslight myself about health problems.

And also, I sometimes want to check medical records to see if there's just something negative about me on there. You never know. It only takes one medical professional in a bad mood to ruin it for you and leave a nasty note. It sounds crazy, but it took my mother working in medical billing to wake me up to that sketchiness. And also becoming more educated on misogyny. Looking back, I've started having much worse experiences with doctors after getting a couple p*lvic exams at 16 (maybe I was paranoid but I just wasn't sure about something and I was suddenly having awful periods for about a year, which is very unusual for me). You see, I was a teen who obviously still didn't know my own body well, and it's not normal to be in a bright ass, uncomfortable room with a random stranger shoving a cold piece of metal into you. I just remember that shit being extremely painful. So much that I ended up screaming. And then being shamed for not being able to handle it because "it's not supposed to be painful and I can control myself and just relax/should just know how to relax down there." I mean, the nurse seemed pretty fucking pissed off with me right then and there. And since then, that's just been the default with medical professionals whenever I got to appointments (and it's pretty much caused me to put shit off because I'm fed up with them).

I do sometimes wonder if some discomfort over a freaking p*lvic exam was enough to get me a BPD diagnosis or something. If so, no one told me that's on my record/informed me about "having" that condition (quotes because it's way over diagnosed in AFAB individuals and might as well just be modern day hysteria). And I don't understand why that warrants such a stigmatized diagnosis either. I mean, I would have been too young to receive a diagnosis like that because PDs are not something you're supposed to diagnose minors with. Also, that was a nurse, not a psychologist/psychiatrist. And she only interacted with me for... ten minutes? But for some reason, she had the authority to just do that within that time frame? Well, even if it isn't BPD, it could also just be in my record that I'm a "difficult" patient or whatever. And idk how you find that out or get rid of that association.

Long rant. Ig I'm just a little nervous because I have tons of overdue medical procedures I need to get done. And as someone who was once very good at the doctor's/dentist as a child (would literally get praised for how well I took vaccines/and having a fucking tooth pulled at 6), I now fucking hate going to the doctor's. Even if they aren't being dismissive and shit over medical problems, it never seems to fail to be a place full of other judgements as well. I mean, one example off the top of my head is when a dentist asked me what I was doing in college, and then got snarky as hell over my answer (math, at the time, which is now just going to be a minor). Who is hiring these people? Why are so many of them too socially inept to have a normal ass conversation/not show extreme judgment? Why are there so many people like this interested in the medical field? You know how most people respond to what I'm doing in college? Either "okay, cool." or "Wow, STEM! You'll probably find lots of high paying jobs." or "Gross! I could never do college level math!" Honestly, I kick myself for just being defensive about it and snarking back, "I don't know." When she asked, "Well, what can you do with that!!!??" (as if it was the most appalling, fucked up thing ever that someone would choose to major in math), I should have said, "Idk, study calculus?" Probably would have flown over her head.

But in all seriousness, math is not a bad major. Lots of careers that can easily pay 100K if you specialize in something involving lots of coding or applied math. Finishing up calc III and will soon be making a move into studying data science. For health informatics. How ironic because it turns out I have always had an interest in health. But have been deterred from clinical work. I hear it's way more chill in health informatics tho and I already have some of the skills for it with the math background.

But yeah, pure math would be much more tricky to find work for. Sure.

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