#I’m about to be so insufferable about this pitiful little thing it could make a grown man cry

[5hrignold]

i meant to put this together days ago but here’s pim gifs from the new episode let’s all pretend it still just came out lalalala

#I’m about to be so insufferable about this pitiful little thing it could make a grown man cry #anyways #think the 5th one is my favourite i Love the awkward hopeful smile he does #AND THE LAUGH AFTERWARDSSSSNDD i feel like this isn’t actually as unpopular of an opinion that im thinking it is but #i Love that face so much. yknow like when it goes sorta detailed for a second like in the second last gif. that #I love it so much. it only happened like maybe twice in s1 and now its happened 2 times in the first ep im being so fed #HES SO CUUUUTTEEJEJKORUYYFUYU THUGYGUYG #seriously i could just. go on about all of these each for like 20 minutes #ok bue #smiling friends #pim pimling

[thetriplets3]

"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?

like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that

please and thank you !! 😊😊

❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted

warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all

my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.

“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.

this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.

how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?

without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.

i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.

getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.

“come in baby” he calls out.

he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.

with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.

“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.

this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.

in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.

“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”

“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”

“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs @abbie13sworld @strniolo @luvsturniolo

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov #matt sturniolo fluff

[xzaddyzanakinx]

Okay so I have a request 😭 at some point could you PLEASSEEEE make a series where it’s Anakin x reader with bipolar? I’m pretty sure Anakin already suffers from borderline but I personally suffer from bipolar and 1. Could be such good angst , 2. Anakin could literally be insane and the reader would probably want to be around him bc bipolar sometimes craves danger, and 3. I feel like it would be really nice to see Anakin comfort a bipolar reader during a really bad episode where they’re like hysterical and then manic

(I’m so sorry this was so long)

Yes, Anakin has been diagnosed with BPD by many therapists!

That’s part of the reason I love him so much. I also have BPD and I really resonate with him. Because I get it you know? He’s obsessive, he will do ANYTHING for his Favorite Person.

He’d even spill blood.

The way it would pain him so deeply to see his FP in such anguish… he’ll punch a wall and cry about it later but right then he’ll be emotionless, he’d put on the best mask of comfort he could so he could soak up all your pain and take it away.

I got carried away. Oops. Warnings: inner monologue of: Self pity, gaslighting, verbal abuse, depression, self deprecation, co-dependency, death/suicide

He’d be so strong and solid for you because you need him, but internally he’d be shattered. What if he caused your episode? What if you leave him some day when you’re manic and feral for change no matter what the consequences are? What if you never loved him in the first place and he made it all up and somehow you’ve just went along with it this whole time? What if he doesn’t actually love you and he’s just been using you because you’re vulnerable and you make him feel needed and important?

Isn’t he just some attention hungry monster? He did this to you didn’t he? He triggered this episode for the simple fact that you would be in pain, you would be dependent, you would be reliant, you would see that there is no way you could leave him because he’s the only one who can handle you. You’ll see that won’t you?

God he’s just insane isn’t he? What a sick fuck. Treating you this way for personal gain. To hell with the fact that sometimes a Bipolar episode just sneaks up on you without a reason at all. Anakin knows he did this to you. Even if he didn’t… he’s still a horrible piece of shit because he can’t fix it for you.

Or even worse: what if he’s being used? What if you are playing him and he’s been too blind with infatuation to see it? That’s what’s happening isn’t it? You’ve fucking taken advantage of his kindness, his selflessness, his undying and unconventional love for you. You’re faking it.

When you snap out of this ‘episode’ he’ll lay into you about your true intentions with him. He’d call you out on your selfishness.

He’s better than this. He deserves more than this, can’t you get that through your thick fucking skull? How could you be so stupid? How could you be so dense? Did you truly believe he actually cared about you? No, he just felt sorry for you.

He felt so fucking sorry for you. Pathetic little clingy thing. He’s given and given and given to you and you’ve been nothing but ungrateful. You didn’t even try to get better for him. You rejected his help and this is the last fucking straw. He’s given you every chance, he’s given you everything.

Oh god he’s given you his entire soul. He’s laid his entire being out onto a platter for you to pick apart and terrorize but you’ve done… the opposite. You’ve coddled him when he didn’t deserve it. You made him happy when the world around him was devoid of anything but insufferable, heavy, suffocating despair. You were the light at the end of the long, cold tunnel.

And he’d almost extinguished you.

You were the key to every emotion he couldn’t attain on his own. You kept his happiness, his love, his joy, his contentment, his comfort, his calm.

Without you he’d be nothing.

You should leave. You should run. You should leave.

You should change your name and flee the country because he would stop at nothing to prove himself to you again.

He needs you. You are the air he breathes and the blood in his veins. You are perfect, pure, angelic.

You are heaven on earth and he is a demon walking through the flesh world.

You deserved better. You needed better. You know you deserve better.

But you won’t leave him because you are too kind and loving, you are so sweet and caring. You won’t ever stop. You won’t let him hide. You won’t let him believe he is unloved. You won’t allow him to crawl into himself and go mute. You won’t allow him to let his mind go blank and his flesh move about on autopilot. You won’t allow him to convince himself that he is unworthy.

You won’t give up on him.

And that’s why he has to leave. Permanently. That’s the only way you’ll ever be truly happy and free. He won’t be there to feel the all consuming sorrow every fucking day. He won’t be there to make you watch him drown, suffer as he claws at the surface of the water. So fucking close to air and unable to reach it. So, when he gives up, he won’t drag you down and force you to wallow at the bottom of the lake of despair with him. He won’t suction the life out of you anymore.

He’s selfishly sponged up every drop of life you’ve given him and he knows you must be exhausted from the never ending battle of trying to make him feel human.

It’s better this way. Maybe you’ll meet in the next life and things will be different. Or maybe your soul will recognize his and urge you to escape as quickly as possible. Either way, in this life, Anakin is setting you free.

Because if you love something, you should let it go.

You should let him go.

Don’t cry for him when you find him, feel the sweet relief of all your pain having died with him.

After all, he did this for you.

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars #anakin x you #sw anakin #darth vader #darth vader smut #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin

[tanith-rhea]

Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

 “To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.” 

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed. 

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it. 

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation. 

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you. 

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.” 

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner. 

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?” 

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough. 

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain. 

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light. 

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply. 

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it. 

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different. 

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee. 

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck. 

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you. 

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you? 

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses. 

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.” 

“I sincerely doubt that.” 

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second. 

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound- 

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly. 

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown. 

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving. 

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.” 

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it. 

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile. 

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye. 

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair. 

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft. 

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed. 

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating. 

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation. 

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa… 

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish. 

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently. 

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate. 

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee. 

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour. 

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do. 

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle. 

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything? 

“Why are you back?” 

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more. 

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach. 

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with. 

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly. 

“Is this relevant?” 

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone. 

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect. 

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar. 

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough. 

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed. 

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult. 

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you? 

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support. 

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life. 

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me. 

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion. 

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be. 

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter. 

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her. 

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back. 

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight. 

“You also have class.” 

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-” 

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.” 

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly. 

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-” 

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together. 

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?” 

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?” 

“No,” she said emphatically. 

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

#larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #larissa weems x reader #female reader #fluff #fluff and smut #smutty smut #caught masterbating #answered request

[heartcereql]

without you

✩lo’ak sully x fem!na’vi!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒- lo’ak can’t help feeling insecure. you could have anyone you wanted, yet you chose him? ࿐࿔*:･ﾟAll my dreams and all the lights mean Nothing without you ࿐࿔*:･

𝐂𝐖- reassurance, kisses kisses kisses, established relationship, like one angsty moment, english is not my first language.

𝐀/𝐍- lo’ak is so bbg. so sorry for disappearing i had like 9284747 things going on also besties i need ideas for ride bc it’s a masterpiece and i don’t wanna ruin it :(( xxx

pandora’s skies acquired a captivating shade of blue during late mornings, almost reaching midday. flocks of birds could be observed, wandering above the forest, and, if you were lucky enough, there were little clouds hovering above the forest, letting the sun rays warm your skin, without making it insufferable.

that’s why you and lo’ak could spend the morning focused on each other, under the hypnotising sky, talking about everything and nothing, melting into the other’s company.

your head laid on his chest, rising as he breathed, hearing lo’ak’s comforting heartbeat. one of his hands secured you by your waist, while the other one was tangled in your hair.

your mind drifted to the pleasant sensation that you’d always get when you were with lo’ak. he didn’t know, but he was the one that saved you from the dark side of your life no one knew about. he was the reason you kept trying, and you thanked eywa for a man like him.

everyone thought you had it all, but it meant nothing without him.

lo’ak, as head over heels as he was, was starting to feel doubts rotting his brain. you were like a gift fron eywa, to him? why would eywa gift him?

overthinking was clouding his mind. in all seriousness, why him? he often thought of himself as cool, except when it came to the romantic area.

you glanced at his frowning gaze. you kissed the corner of his lips, hoping to get him away from whatever was upsetting him. but he only sent a smile your way, continuing to ponder instants after.

you found yourself frowning now. intertwining lo’ak’s fingers with yours, you caressed the back of his hand.

“lo’ak?” you decided to break te arising tension. “is something wrong?”

“i don’t get it” he mumbled.

you lifted your face from his chest, looking at him with confusion.

“you could have anyone you wanted. you’re literally perfect, in every possible way, and you’re here with me? i’m sorry but it doesn’t make sense” he rambled.

you were now propped on your hands, supporting them on either sides of lo’ak.

you knew that despite his fierce and extroverted personality, lo’ak was insecure when it came to your relationship. and you didn’t mind to reassure him every single time he had doubts, even more, you adored doing it.

“lo’ak” you tried to interrupted him, softly.

“no, i’m serious this time, y/n” he had raised his voice a little. “why be stuck with me when you have all those-“

“lo’ak i’m not stuck-“ you tried to speak again, but he didn’t let you.

“was it out of pity? just for fun? a dare?”

“lo’ak!” you grabbed his face in your hands. “can you hear me for once?”

he went quiet. his name rolling off your tongue tingled his ears, and he took a moment to admire the determined yet gentle look on your face.

“lo’ak, i see you. and i am not with you out of pity or for fun, but because i feel seen with you as well. and i have come to realise that i am nothing without you. all my dreams and all eywa’s lights mean nothing without you”

you pressed a peck to his temple, as a gesture of tenderness.

“everyone is always saying life is beautiful, and they think that i have it all. but may my life be as sweet as vanilla that i have nothing without you, lo’ak”

the hands holding his face were now caressing his cheeks. lo’ak was out of words. he knew you had no problem in reassuring him, yet he had never seen you express it with such emotion until now.

you feather-like kissed the top of his nose.

“i” peck “see” peck “you” peck “okay? and no amount of good hunters or fine suitors is going to change that”

he was mesmerised by your words. as weightless as they could have been taken, they meant the world to him.

he tried to elaborate a worthy response to you. but he was at a loss of words. in the best way possible.

one of his hands went to cup your jaw.

“you got it?” you asked in a hum.

he nodded, leaning to connect your lips. you met him halfway, eager to show him how much he meant to you.

“i got it” he mumbled against your lips.

#lo'ak sully #lo'ak #lo'ak x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #atwow #heartcereql #lo'ak fluff

[fanartandfanfiction]

I saw a post by @lostmyremembrall about Ominis being jealous of you dating Amit and it inspired me to write this little blurb. Enjoy!

Stargazing

Ominis is jealous of all the time you’ve spent with Amit. Not because he loves you or anything, but…

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Ominis was in a foul mood. That wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, Sebastian often said he had the temperament of a bear. But this foul mood had a specific catalyst.

Amit Thakkar.

Ominis didn’t let people in often, he usually remained guarded, but you’d managed to worm your way in and he considered you one of his closest companions. And since you were one of the select few to be called his friends, he had awful jealousy.

Ominis had gotten used to the routine he had with you: have (a quiet) breakfast, classes, lunch, napping next to you in history of magic, and dinner. Sometimes if you and Sebastian weren’t off galavanting through the forbidden forest, you’d all spend a quiet evening in the undercroft. And sometimes Sebastian would be busy and it would just be the two of you. He liked those times the most.

Not because he had FEELINGS for you, mind you, just because it was nice to get a break from Sebastian and his antics. He felt like he could open up to you and talk about things he couldn’t with Sebastian. You always listened without pity, and he abhorred pity. That’s what made you special.

But now that insufferable Ravenclaw was occupying more of your time and it had been a week since you’d been alone. He was sitting at the lunch table when he heard your laugh and perked up. Then he heard Amit.

“Hi, Omi. Where’s Sebastian?” You asked, sitting across from him.

“Lunchtime detention, courtesy of Madame Scribner. You’ll have to settle for my company.”

You raised your eyebrow at the bite in his tone. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“Hello, Ominis! We were just discussing stargazing tonight. Would you like to come?” Amit asked.

“I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be intelligent, yet here you are asking the blind boy to go look at the stars.” Ominis sneered at Amit.

“Ominis!” You gasped. “What’s the matter with you?!”

“Forget it. I’m not hungry.” He left the table and knew he was acting a bit childish, but he was in no mood to listen to Amit go on about how beautiful the stars were and how great you are.

He’d been in the undercroft less than five minutes when he heard the door open. “Would you care to explain why you’re acting like an ass?!”

“I don’t owe you an explanation!” He shouted.

“You do when you’re being rude to my friend for no reason!”

“I thought I was your friend!”

“You are! I don’t under-“ you got quiet. “Oh. I think I understand.”

Ominis remained quiet as you walked over to him. “I suppose I have been spending a lot of time with Amit. But that’s not because I don’t want to spend time with you.”

“You don’t have to speak to me like a jealous child.” He pouted.

“Then stop acting like one, smart ass!” If anyone else had said that, he would’ve exploded. But he knew you were right.

“I’m sorry. I just… you and Sebastian are really my only friends, and you’ve both been so busy lately…it’s just made me feel a bit forgotten.”

“I could never forget you, Omi.” You wrapped your arms around him in a hug, another thing he wouldn’t have previously tolerated.

“I’ll apologize to Amit.”

“He just wanted you to feel included, you know. Because we don’t just stargaze, we enjoy the night and sometimes eat snacks and talk. He thought you might want to come with us.”

“That does sound pleasant.”

“How about you come with us tonight? Amit wants to be your friend, he’s just frankly a bit terrified of you.”

“Alright. Sebastian has detention this evening anyway.”

“What did he do this time?” You smirked.

“Enchanted several books to make fart sounds upon opening them.”

“That sounds about right.” You squeezed his hand. “Come on, let’s finish lunch and get ready to nap.”

Ominis felt anxious, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he didn’t know Amit very well? Or maybe because it felt like a date. Not a great date, since there was a third wheel, but it made his stomach flutter.

You waited for him outside the Slytherin common room. “Hello.” Ominis smiled at you in greeting.

“Hey! Ready to go? I’ve got the snacks.”

“Where’s Amit?”

“He wasn’t feeling well, but I thought you might like to go anyway.”

“Sounds lovely.” Now it really would just be the two of you?! He felt a bit clammy. You chattered away as you left the school grounds. He let you lead him without his wand since he trusted you, his arm looped through yours.

“Here it is! We’ve found these scattered all over. They’re called astronomy tables. Feel it! It’s got a very unique carving on it.” You took his hand and guided it across the stone.

“Interesting. How many have you found?”

“About five so far. I come here a lot since it’s the closest one. Have a seat.” You hopped up on the stone and sat, patting the spot beside you. Ominis sat on it, briefly worried about dirt until you squeezed his hand.

“I was going to wait a little bit, but there’s something I have to tell you.” Oh god. Here it was. You were dating Amit and this was when you were going to tell him. “Lately I’ve been feeling…different.”

“Different?” He asked.

“Yes. There’s someone who I’ve only ever seen as a friend, but lately I’ve been wondering if we could be more.”

“I see.” Ominis said, staring straight ahead.

“I don’t know how he feels, because he’s very good at hiding his feelings.”

“Oh please, I’m blind and I can see Amit is in love with you.”

“Amit? Who’s talking about Amit?”

He turned his head towards you and raised his eyebrows. “You are?”

“I’m not talking about Amit.”

“Oh. Sebastian then.”

You laughed. “To paraphrase something he said, I thought you were intelligent, yet here you are having this conversation with me and thinking I’m in love with Amit or Sebastian.”

He felt like his heart stopped beating. “Me?”

“Yes, you. And I didn’t realize it was affecting you. You see, I’d been trying to spend less time with you because every time I’m around you I’m a nervous wreck and I knew you’d find out.”

“You’re in love with me?” He asked, still wanting clarification.

“Yes, Ominis, I’m in love with you. Now I’ve gone and embarrassed myself enough, if you don’t feel the same way, we can just-MMPH!” Your words were cut off as his lips found yours with surprising accuracy.

“I didn’t realize my feelings until I started fantasizing about shoving Amit off the astronomy tower. Then I realized I was madly in love with you.”

“I was terrified you wouldn’t feel the same way!”

“How could I not? You’re wonderful and brilliant and you hold my heart in your hands.” He kissed you again gently and rested his forehead against yours. “I think I see the appeal to stargazing now.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic #hogwarts legacy modern au #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #ominis x you #ominis x reader

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 14: Orgasm Denial with Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1081 Warnings: Orgasm Denial, Bratting (On readers part), Punishment for Bratting, Check-ins, Reader says 'yellow', and Ghost makes sure she's okay, Vaginal fingering. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

You’d really gone and done it.

All day you’d been an absolute nuisance for Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, your superior and lover, the second came before the first but you both kept things discreet anyway.

It had been a whole day of snipping back when given an order, questioning him at every opportunity, even outright telling him no when he told you to get your ass to training.

It had all come to a head when he’d cornered you to ask why you were acting like this, why you were being such an insufferable brat when normally you were so good. And in all honesty, you weren’t sure. You always craved to be his good girl, his perfect angel, making him happy gave you more joy than you would admit to anyone but him.

But today every part of you felt compelled to push all his buttons, to be anything but good. There was no good reason, he hadn’t neglecting you or the relationship, neither of you were any busier than you normally were, but you still felt the urge to get his attention any way you could.

And when you couldn’t give him an answer, he simply shifted to a different line of questioning. “Are you going to knock it off? Or do I have to do it for you?” The question was seething, he was pissed, and it both turned you on and scared you in the same breath.

“What are you going to do about it?” You’d intended the words to come out meek, curious of what awaited you if he corrected you, but instead they came out as a challenge, like you doubted he could do anything about it.

And that was the wrong thing to say.

That’s how you found yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, for the fourth time in the last hour, only for him to pull away and watch you writhe and whine as it receded once more, wet cunt desperate for release but unable to get it.

Now, for all the bratting you’d done, you might have considered giving yourself the orgasm you’ve been so cruelly denied, but see, here’s the issue with that: Ghost tied you up.

Not only were your arms tied to the headboard of his bed, but he had your legs bound too, and in such a way that you can’t clench your thighs and give yourself any kind of relief.

“You’d have cum by now if you had just been good.” He tsked as he watched the tears well in your eyes, pools of pure frustration forming. “But no, you had to go and be a brat, in front of the men too…Well, this is what brats get. They get to be teased to the edge, and then get nothing.”

As he spoke you felt your breath begin to return to you, which told him you’d recovered enough for him to reach out once more, thick fingers filling your pussy, bright pink and swollen, and immediately zeroing in on your g-spot to drive you to your orgasm as quickly as possible.

And just as you felt that shake in your legs start, the muscles in your belly quivering and tightening, your breaths coming fast and desperate, his name a mantra plea for mercy, ignored as he pulled away once more when you reached the cusp.

The tears finally fell, leaving trails from the corners of your eyes into your hair. He actually looked like he felt pity for you as he watched them fall, but the look was gone as quickly as it came.

This time it took a couple of moments to compose yourself even a little bit, but as you did you noticed how his cock was straining against the front of his pants, as desperate as you, and when he noticed where you were looking his gripped your chin and made you look at his face.

“Don’t even think of asking for my cock, Little Girl. You don’t deserve it after what you pulled today.” He growled, eyes dark and hot, like the burning coals at the heart of a bon fire.

“I-…” You swallowed, trying to keep the sob from escaping your throat. “I’m s-sorry…” You managed, a sharp gasp on the tail end of the apology.

His eyes softened slightly as worry took over. “What’s your color?” He asked carefully.

“Y-Yellow…Yellow, Si…” You hiccupped. “I’m okay…I-it’s just a lot…”

He nodded at your words and reached for a glass of water on the nightstand. “Drink.” He ordered, helping tilt your head up so you wouldn’t choke as you sipped. “Do you want to stop?” He asked, eyes searching your face carefully.

You shook your head. As overwhelming as it was, you craved the punishment as much as you had wanted to push his buttons. “No, but can we pause for a moment?” Your voice shook as you asked the question, the hiccups and sobs still trying to fight their way out.

“Yeah, Sweetheart…” He said, petting your hair, pushing it back from your sweaty forehead softly, soothing you with the gentle touch. He helped you take a few more sips of water and watched you get regulated, before speaking again. “Color?”

Taking a deep inhale, you looked up at him. “Green.” And just like that, as quickly as he’d gone soft to check-in, that hardness was right back again.

It took a little longer to get you back to where you’d been, so close to the edge of orgasm just from a touch, as you’d had more time to cool off, but he didn’t let it deter him from driving you there again three more times.

As he started what would be the final round, he leaned down till his face was an inch from yours. “Now, I’m going to deny you one more time, and then we’re going to go to bed. You’re not going to touch yourself tonight. And tomorrow, I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, till you don’t have a thought in your head but the words ‘Yes’ and ‘Sir’. Am I understood?” He asked lowly, eyes never once leaving yours, it felt like looking into the fires of hell, but not fearing what looked back.

You nodded, fast and jerky, how could you possibly say no to that? He’d just promised to give exactly what you want.

Or so you thought. He never once said you’d cum.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley fanfic #ghost fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[minkkumaz]

I'M JUST YOUR PROBLEM

after blowing you off, you never thought that things between you and kyungmin would be the same. and it didn't, he was your enemy. when finally getting the chance to confront him about all the shit he's done, why does it make you want want to try making up with him?

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series

PAIRING cho kyungmin x fem!reader WC 2.6k TAGS enemies to lovers trope. forced proximity trope. school au. angst/fluff. cussing. kissing. making up. bsf minho. like one kys joke. OMI NOTE marceline songs hit like ten times different so writing this literally had me pumped. i've never done forced proximity before but it's extremely fitting.

cho kyungmin was quite literally the spawn of satan, your sworn enemy til the day you’d die. the face that you fell for ended up being the face that also left you stranded like an idiot. when you couldn’t cry anymore and your eyes felt puffy and numb, you turned to hate.

classes the following week became even more difficult to believe, as you felt small in comparison to his lingering presence. there was a possibility that maybe he forgot about the first date he planned, things happen and that was something you were okay with.

but you weren’t expecting him to act like nothing happened, act like he didn’t spend countless nights laughing over the phone like he was yours. you felt like a mere ghost, parading through his life like a fucking play toy. because from your perspective, you were just his problem.

“i’m going to bury you in the ground, kyungmin.” you sobbed, anger seething through your teeth.

the expression on his face was blank, though you almost swore he let down his guard for a second seeing you hold back hot tears. but you didn’t want pity, you wanted closure. a reason why the idea of your existence dropped from his earth.

no understanding, no communication, not a single dust particle of love behind his dark eyes. that day marked a countdown of hating him and everything that involved him. an ill circumstance that landed him in the most broken spots of your heart.

he understood your feelings in a way that he felt the need to reflect them. so what was once a one - sided hatred became a mutually agreed upon alliance against one another. if anything, this made you more upset. what did you do to end up on his black - list?

day eighty - five of loathing cho kyungmin, and school became insufferable around him. the recent weather forecast had been wearisome, leaving you wanting nothing more than to kick back at home and sleep for the remainder of your life.

the court yard was always busiest during lunch hours, yet the rustle and bustle of school life kept you awake. students scattered about in their cliques, chatting about recent homework assignments or bothersome teachers. you poked at your food with your chopsticks since you didn’t have much of an appetite.

“are you okay, y/n? you’re not eating any of your food and i swear i heard your stomach grumbling during the quiz.” minho asked, stealing a piece of kimchi off your plate and dropping it in his mouth.

“not really, i don’t know. i’m just a little frustrated with everything right now.” you groan in response, setting down your utensil to bury your face in your hands.

“let me guess, does this have something to do with him?” he raises one of his eyebrows as you nod in annoyance.

“dude, i overheard haemin complaining that his only friend,” you air quoted, “was being transferred into my p.e. period. and we both know exactly who he was talking about.”

“that’s rough, have you talked to jaeyun about it? since he’s one of the sports captains, he could probably tell you for sure if that’s what you’re worried about.” he suggests.

“haemin and kyungmin are practically inseparable. even when i liked kyungmin, he was honestly kind of hesitant talking to me without him around. so i know for a fact i’m going to see his stupid face tomorrow.” you ramble, letting out a defeated exhale.

“listen, you’ll be perfectly fine. don’t let him work you up like that, he doesn’t deserve the satisfaction, okay?” he advised you, patting your shoulder for comfort.

“minho, he shouldn’t even need satisfaction in the first place! kyungmin left me at a park. in the rain.” you emphasize the last bit, “i’m the only one that deserves to hate him.”

“i know, and it sucks. but i’ve heard this story like a million times, y/n. we need to get you some kind of therapy sessions if you’re going to keep at it like this.”

“literally choke.”

“kidding! i’m kidding. don’t do that to me please and thank you.” he laughed lightly, “but seriously, you’ll be okay. you always are. plus i’m just a phone call away if you need me to curse him over the phone or something, i don’t know.”

“you do too much for me minho. don’t worry, i know you just want to help me, thank you. i’ll try to figure it out i guess.” you exaggerate a sigh, making minho lean over to give you a friendly hug.

“now, eat your food before i feed the scraps to the birds on our way to next period.” he threatens, pointing a chopstick at your forehead.

after letting out all of your problems like word vomit, you were finally able to swallow down some of your meal. minho, your respective best friend had heard almost all of your hell stories about wanting to rip off kyungmin’s head. it was almost like he experienced the whole thing with you; or maybe the idea of him drenched down in a casual dress was a funny thing to imagine.

lunch passed by quickly, as did the rest of the school day. you took notes, turned in assignments, complained minho’s ear off once more, and suddenly the final bell rang meaning you could finally return home. in between all of this, you somehow forgot about the boy in your aching heart.

your steps pattered against the pavement when a feeling of dread washed over you. why did it feel like your world was going to shatter at school tomorrow? fallen leaves crushed underneath your shoes, resembling how scattered your mind felt.

day eighty - six of loathing kyungmin and every bone in your body felt like it was going to give out and abandon you as a pile of fleshy mush. you and your classmates gathered in the field wearing your p.e. uniforms, waiting for your coach to come out with the proper equipment.

kyungmin was only a couple people away from you and it already gave you an incomprehensible headache. just feeling his presence near you sent shivers down your spine, and you knew he could care less about whether you were there or not.

was it immature to still be hung up on what happened between the two of you even after almost three months?

you couldn’t stomach your stress right now, attempting to take deep breaths to soothe yourself. the cold air helped slightly; you became thankful for the dreary weather and couple raindrops that fell from the sky.

“alright everyone, it seems to be sprinkling a bit, but we’ll pass around the football for now. let’s just hope the rain doesn’t get too intense.” your coach explains, “pair up with the person next to you and come grab a ball.”

“i can go get the ball.” you offer  the girl next to you before walking over to the net full of footballs.

reaching your hand into the bag, you press a finger into each one, making sure you grab one that isn’t too flat nor too full of air. you’re searching for a couple seconds, before another hand bumps into yours.

“oh, i’m sorry–” looking up to apologize, you find yourself face to face with kyungmin. you take back your hand quickly.

“don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault your hand was in the way.” he smiles almost mockingly.

“whatever.” you mumble, pulling away to let him grab what he needs first although there were two bags.

while you wait, more droplets of water pattered against your skin, becoming slightly more frequent. you look over to your coach talking to another teacher, darting his gaze up from the sky and to his co - worker. he blows his whistle suddenly, as everyone looks over in his direction.

“seems like the rain is just going to get worse from here.” he announces before pointing at you and kyungmin, “both of you go put the equipment away, the rest of us will head back into the gym and run some laps around the courts for the rest of the period.

there was a chorus of disappointed murmurs from your classmates, before they all dropped the footballs they were able to grab. this left you and kyungmin alone, making your anxiety sky - rocket. against your will, you grab one of the bags and start towards the shed.

the sound of shoes against squishy grass tell you that kyungmin is following closely behind. you speed up with half of your intentions to get away from him and the other half to escape from the drowning rain.

once you get under the awning of the equipment shed, you slide open the already half - open door to let yourself in. there’s an assortment of different sports balls and rackets, all somewhat organized. kyungmin closes the door behind the both of you unknowingly while you find a spot to put away the footballs.

dropping down the bag in silence, you leave him to do the same and head out. when you twisted the door knob, it felt almost jammed. turning it harder and harder, it was deemed useless, making you panic.

“hello? hello!” you fidget with the door, practically throwing yourself against it in hopes it will magically open.

“did we get locked inside?” the boy behind you questions, making you turn around in disbelief.

“no actually, i’m just communicating with god on the other side. yes it’s locked!” you argued, “why did you close it behind you?”

“i didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be closed!” he defended himself.

“oh my gosh i think i’m going to fucking faint if i have to be here with you for who knows how long.” you start pacing around the shed.

“i’m right here, you know.”

“do you want me to treat you like a princess or something? is that what you want me to do?” you tell him, “we’re not exactly on good terms you know.”

“you don’t have to freak out about it, someone will come find us eventually.” he shrugs.

“please tell me this is a nightmare.” you mutter under your breath.

“it’s pretty real, i don’t know.” he says, sitting down on the floor.

“oh my god i’m not asking you, kyungmin.”

“this isn’t fun for me either, you know. you don’t have to pretend like you’re the only one in distress here.” he mumbles.

“am i that much of an inconvenience to you? last time i checked there’s no reason for you to be mad at me.” you scoff, taking your own seat on the floor.

“i never said you were an inconvenience to me, i just don’t really want to be trapped in a sweaty equipment shed with the smell of leather like.. everywhere.” he explains casually, picking up a tennis ball.

you curl your knees into your body, leaning your head back against the wall, “yeah, right.”

“do i really stress you out that much?” he asks you out of nowhere.

“yes.” you respond blatantly.

“why?”

“i shouldn’t have to justify what i do. i have nothing to prove, kyungmin. you just do.” you claimed, “and i haven’t even got a proper explanation or apology yet.”

tension became thick in the air, palpable enough to be cut with even the dullest knife. being in the same room with someone you swore was your most hated person made your face heat up. yet you still wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to feel less cold.

the sound of a tennis ball being thrown against the wall and bouncing back filled your ears, though you weren’t in a circumstance to complain. anything was better than sitting in silence for who knows how long. 

minutes went by with no sign of a teacher coming to break the two of you free. it wouldn’t be long before the bell rang for the next period, leaving you feeling hopeless. the rain only seemed to get heavier outside.

being forced in proximity with kyungmin made you less angry in a way. every second that ticked by messed with your head, inching to get come kind of answer out of him. though in a way, it made you miss him more. he’d never leave class without you by his side, getting you juices from the vending machine, holding your hand tightly when you were nervous for a test.

“you’re kind of unbelievable, you know.” you spoke.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he glanced over to you curiously.

“that night. you said you’d take me on a walk through the park after we stopped to get food. but you never showed up to the restaurant, so i assumed you’d be waiting for me there.” you told him, feeling tinges of sadness rather than hate, “i waited on a bench for an hour before it started pouring. you never showed up.”

“you waited in the rain..?” he stammered slightly.

“i shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you.” you whisper, “but why do i want to?”

“y/n..” your name falls from his lips like honey.

he scoots himself closer to you until your shoulders are barely touching, his sudden appearance making you flinch. you were still tense next to him as he started to speak.

“i’m so sorry for being so mean to you. for ignoring you, pretending like nothing happened between us when everything happened.” he apologized, “you don’t have anything to apologize for. my mind was so crowded that night. i wasn’t sure if i was ready to love someone like you.”

“then why didn’t you tell me anything, kyungmin? you hurt me.” you began to tear up.

“i didn't know how.. can you tell i’ve never done this before? confronting my feelings while trying to convince myself that you wouldn't break things off with me if i wasn't ready. but listening to my head didn't get us anywhere either.” he confessed, “i was really intimidated when you came up to me the day after, and i wasn’t sure what to do. so i did nothing. it’s a terrible excuse, really.

“you fucked up. i absolutely hated you for standing me up like that..”

“you had every right to hate me. so i don’t know why i thought it was a good idea to hate you back. now that i’m looking back, it was immature. i missed so much time with you because i didn’t have a taste of what it was like for someone like you to love me back.”

“kyungmin, i don’t know what to say i–”

“let me fix this, please?” he moves your head by your chin, turning you to face him directly.

“you can try..” you murmured, watching his stare fixate from your eyes to your lips.

closing the gap, he enveloped you in a kiss that almost felt criminal considering every feeling you’ve had for him in the past three months has been hate. but he was trying. you’d never forget the pain he caused you, but part of you could forgive him.

it was soft, and he held you oh so gently against his lips. his hand trailed around your waist, pulling you closer into him. could this be the beginning of something different between you and him? as he pulled away, he couldn’t help but show a sad smile on his face.

“y/n, can i take you out on a proper date this time..?”

“i’ll see if minho lets me first after all the shit i talked to him about you.” you laugh, looking at his pretty pink tinted face.

“okay, that makes sense, i kind of deserved it. if it makes you feel any better, i’ll pick you up so you don’t have to worry!” he suggests.

“what if i stand you up by not being at my house, hm?”

“then i’ll wait on your porch in the rain for you until you show up.”

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[arrthurpendragon]

Wrote a one-shot-ish type thing that may eventually become cannon for Entreat Me Not to Leave

After mustering my best withering glare and directing it in Dougal’s direction.  Not that the insufferable Highlander noticed, he had already begun captivating the murmuring crowd once more with his tale.  Although, I hadn’t escaped the notice of all the Scots of Castle Leoch.  Murtagh, while saying nothing, shook his head at me warning me not to follow.  But I ignored him. 

With a look I hope displayed my indignation, I clutched at my skirts before bending down to pick up the shirt Jamie  had tossed to the floor before chasing after the tortured Highlander into the night.

It wasn’t hard to find Jamie pacing between two trees.  His posture alone warned that he should be left alone. I knew he was angry and that stubborn pride of his hated when people pitied him.  But he wasn’t going to get any pity from me and I silently prayed that his temper didn’t make him forget that.

If he noticed me as I drew nearer, he didn’t make it known to me.  Instead he continued to pace, or rather stomp, between the trees and mutter under his breath.  While I’m sure Murtagh thought I was risking my life by chasing after Jamie in this state, I wasn’t completely insane. So, still clutching his torn shirt, I sat down on the grass several yards away and simply watched him. 

Jamie had every right to be angry and I didn’t intend to stop him in his justified pursuit.  I just wanted to be there.  If by some chance he needed me.  Thus far in our relationship, it had been I would needed him and I just wanted him to know that if we were truly going to make this work, he could depend on me.

After about another half dozen laps between trees, Jamie stopped for a moment and looked at me. The moonlight highlighted his handsome features and I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken.  It had never been like this with Stephen and I wondered if my heartbeat would always betray my desire for him, even in the years to come.

“I dinna ask for your company,” Jamie retorted in a clipped tone.

I nodded in understanding and then tucked a stray tendril of hair behind my ear.

“I dinna require ye,” he rephrased.  “I dinna require anyone. I’m fine.”

I motioned between the trees.  “By all means, carry on as you were.”

He opened his mouth to argue with me, but I held up a lone finger for him to allow me to continue.  His eyes narrowed at me, but he pursed his lips to let me speak.  

I quickly nodded my head in thanks before continuing. “In my experience, when I ask to be alone, I might mean it initially but tend to let stubbornness and pride get in the way when what I really want is someone to simply be there, even if they have nothing to say.  The true weight of being alone rarely brings comfort especially when what we crave is to know that we aren’t alone in our burdens or joys.”

He stared at me, blinking slowly, as he digested my words.  

“Deal with your anger however suits you best.  Just know that I find it justified and that whether you require me or not, I’m here for you, Jamie. Silently or not.  And no amount of your stubborn barking is going to change that.”

He swallowed hard.  I could tell he was struggling with my words.  While everything I had told him since we met had been true . . . or mostly true, I could tell that he didn’t trust easily.  I knew that he trusted me to an extent, but I could also tell he had built stone walls around his heart to protect himself.

I shivered against the wind that had begun to pick up.  I looked up at him trying to control my shivers.  I debated using his torn shirt as a makeshift shawl, but I didn’t want to draw attention to the item and make him start his process of dealing with his anger all over again.

His face softened slightly as he sighed. “Lass, your shivering.”

“I can handle a little wind,” I responded as I rubbed my hands up and down my arms.  I licked my lips before adding in a hushed tone, “Especially for you.”

I assumed he heard my addition because he sighed in frustration before beginning to walk toward me.  “If yer no going to leave, I’ll no be able to think with yer teeth rattlin’.”  

I arched my brow at him as he approached.  But I said nothing.  I simply watched him as he settled down on the grass behind me and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms tightly around me.  I snuggled back against him, immediately feeling the warmth that radiated off him.  

He rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.“Dinna mistake me, Ruthie. I dinna wanna talk . . .”

I nodded my head, acknowledging his demand without further explanation.  I needed him to know that I trusted him and his judgment.  But mostly, I needed him to know that no matter what - I would be there for him.

#oc: ruthie tallmadge #fic: entreat me not to leave #fd: outlander

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Smoke

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: SFW, cigarettes, discussion of addictions, discussion of bad parenting. Jason's perception of Bruce is questionable.

Word Count: 1,492

Summary: Jason and Andy drink too much and share a cigarette, then talk about their parents.

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The city was turning warm again. The balcony smelled of cigarette smoke and the potted rosemary plant that refused to die. Their empty beer bottles, more than Jason would normally indulge in, were lined up on the railing. The setting sun shone through the glass, throwing refracted green light over the two of them on their brittle old rattan chairs.  

“My dad thinks I’m his worst failure,” Jason said.

His mouth was set in a jagged scowl and his stomach churned with the anger that he had stewed in all day. The specific words Bruce had thrown at him on last night’s disaster of a patrol didn’t even matter anymore, what was a handful more thrown onto the towering pile? It was all the same. “Every time he looks at me, it’s all he sees.” 

Andy made an indignant noise in her throat. 

“Even my worst decisions, things that weren’t even directed at him, only count as his failures to self-flagellate over. And the good I’ve done doesn’t get tallied fucking anywhere at all.” He scoffed. He leaned his folded arms forward on the tiny outdoor table and his chin on his forearms, careful to avoid the burning cherry of his cigarette. “I may as well not be here. Could save us all the hassle and just write postcards of made up atrocities for him to agonise over.”

“Too easy,” Andy said, gazing with uncharacteristic coldness at the empty street her balcony faced. “If you can’t escape his disappointment, why should he get to escape yours?”

“I doubt he even cares if I’m disappointed. No, actually, I bet he prefers it that way. One more failure to nurse like a fine old whisky.”

Andy hummed. 

It was the first time he’d made any mention of his family without obfuscating. It felt good to let it out to someone who didn’t hold up the other parties in the farce of his life as unquestionable pillars of righteousness. To her Bruce was just another screw-up of a Dad. 

She hadn’t offered saccharine comforts or pity at his moping. Even the worst things he’d implied didn’t put dread in her eyes. 

“What about your mom?” she asked. 

“Dead. Both of them. I’ve got two of each.” 

“Huh.” 

He turned his thoughts forcibly towards Sheila. He wasn’t going to sully Catherine’s name by invoking her right now, stewing in misery and beer like he was.

“It’s funny. My birth mom hurt me more than Bruce ever did if you get technical about it, but somehow her apathy didn’t hurt near as much as his oh-so-dreadful regret.” He passed Andy the cigarette. “Still can’t fucking stand cigarette smoke though.”

“Me neither.” She took a long drag. 

He turned his head enough to look at her. 

“My mom said she didn’t smoke,” Andy said, smoke curling lazily out of her mouth. “Would swear her life on it. I’d have sworn it too, if anyone had asked, same for all her other lies. I worked so hard to make her love me.” She laughed: a hard, self-deprecating noise that was as foreign in her mouth as the smoke. “The perfect little girl for her to project onto. No wonder my brother thought I was insufferable.”

Jason snorted. He could see it, the leftover residue of that kind of relationship, the people-pleaser she must have been as a kid. Desperate to fit into whatever shape was asked of her. She was nothing like that now, and she never talked about family either. 

“The day I got arrested, I called her,” Andy said. “I didn’t have any friends left and I figured she’d know a lawyer, or just what to do in general.” A bitter smile cracked and twisted on her face. “She hung up on me. Last time we ever spoke.”

“What?” His brow creased.

“I looked her up on online the other month – my curiosity got the better of me,” she said in an embarrassed aside, not noticing his confusion, “And you do know what she’s done? She’s running a fake page for me. Apparently I’ve moved to silicon valley and achieved what was definitely my dream of becoming some kind of… of tech-genius business-woman. Her friends seem stupid enough to buy it.” 

He barked a horrified laugh, understanding at last. “I wondered what that was about.”

“You saw it?” she demanded, her eyes wide. “You didn’t say anything!”

He took a drag on the cigarette. He wasn’t about to let her know he monitored all online mentions of her name to make sure nobody tried to use their friendship against either of them. “I thought maybe it was a joke between you.”

“I suppose the photo edits are quite funny, in a desperately sad kind of way,” she conceded, grimly. “I hope her and imaginary Andy will be very happy together.”

“Do you?”

“Not really. Where does she get the gall?”

“Come on, nobody wants their failures looking back at them. Easier, nicer, to lie to yourself.”

“I kind of want to make a real account and go comment on her made up conversations. ‘That fuck is this, mom?’”

He hummed his approval. “Burn down the illusion, make her confront the truth, head on.”

“If I have to live this reality, so does she.”

The warm tide of alcohol in his veins kept the thoughts of vindication afloat longer than he would be proud of afterwards. He ducked his head as painful reality and old regrets of his own returned. He stubbed the cigarette out.

“Doesn’t feel as good as you think it will,” he said. “I suspected Bruce wished I’d just stayed dead. Can’t say I enjoy having it confirmed.”

Andy’s eyebrows rose, seconds before her face screwed up in anger. “Well fuck him.” 

His lips twitched. “Easy to say, right?”

Her head tipped back in her chair, looking very forlorn in the dying light. “Don’t go carving yourself open for narcissists. All they’ll see is the stain on the carpet. I should know this by now.” 

They fell quiet. Gotham was slowly swallowed by the oncoming night, shredded clouds rolling in from the sea hid the few stars stubborn enough to pierce the city smog. The cold was settling in too. It would be nicer indoors. 

The pack of smokes sat on the table between them, its lid closed. Andy’s fingers tapped the glass near it.

They had agreed they were only going to have the one. But technically they’d shared it, which meant they had only had half a smoke.

“You pick up smoking from her?” Jason asked. 

She shook her head. “St Marge’s.” St Margaret’s Penitentiary, Gotham’s low security women’s prison. “You?”

“Blackgate.”

Decidedly not low security. He wondered if she’d ask. She usually didn’t.

“Hn,” she said. 

She reached for the pack. A slender finger flipped the lid open. There were three left.

She scowled. Her fingers tapped the glass again in an idle staccato. 

“On the one hand, lighting up another would make my mom so, so angry, which is its own reward. But on the other…”

“Not her lungs,” he finished. “Do what you want. Fuck her.”

She sighed. “It is easy to say.”

They both eyed the packet. 

His throat was still tight and the frustration simmered in his chest. He swore he could remember every single time Bruce told him smoking reduced lung capacity and compromised stamina like he didn’t already know all that. As though Jason was delighted to have an addiction and had fallen back into it over and over again just for fun. 

He closed his fists and pulled his arms off the table. 

“Does my smoking remind you of your birth mom?” Andy asked suddenly. 

He blinked. “...Sometimes. You?”

“Yeah.” 

He winced. 

“So really…” she spoke slowly, as though she was testing the words for poison on their way out. “I’d be doing you a favour.” She tentatively flipped the lid shut again. 

He sat up straight. Well, if that was how it was. 

“No,” he decided. 

“No?”

“I’m doing you a favour.” He grabbed the pack and threw it off the balcony. He wasn’t going to be the reason Andy couldn’t quit. And like hell was he following in her useless mother’s footsteps and telling her to make a stand he couldn’t. 

She scoffed a laugh. “No, I think I get credit for that one. You’re welcome.”

He crossed his arms stubbornly. His throat still itched, and simmering frustration nagged at him. He dragged both hands through his hair. Next to him Andy took a fortifying breath. 

“Alright,” he said quietly.

“Alright.”

They got up, and went back inside. 

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#jason todd #red hood #dc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd x reader #red hood x oc #my fanfic #for the hell of it #slice of life #friends to lovers #i don't know why everyone paints jason as a casual smoker #surely if he's got a nicotine addition #he'd be mad about it

[mooifyourecows]

okay here are my thoughts on Netflix’s Wednesday as someone who loves the Addams Family and hates Tim Burton, spoilers obviously:

Wednesday being perfect at everything and having everyone love and idolize her is so very “boring main girl” of her. like if your protag’s only flaw is that she doesn’t trust people and wants to be a lone wolf, then don’t even bother

the weird almost love triangle thing was dumb and unnecessary. the artist guy came off as whiny and insufferable and the coffee shop guy felt insincere from the get go. also really? two pasty beanpole boys with no discerning characteristics other than one is a ‘tortured artist’? lame.

I’d rather watch a series about Bianca, tbh

the cello cover of Paint it, Black made me laugh so hard. Cheesy!

the cello cover of Nothing Else Matters was sick as hell though

Wednesday just selfishly uses everyone throughout this show. The only person she’s nice to is Eugene and yet EVERYONE pines for her attention. and they don’t do a good job of telling us WHY. she’s unpleasant. she makes it clear from the beginning that she’s not interested in anybody. she’s cold and callous, spitting out these abrasive quips and showing everyone up in classic Main Girl fashion. she’s constantly making demands of Enid for her own selfish gain. even when she “returns the favor” the show makes it ALL ABOUT HER

i hate the isolation of Wednesday from the rest of the family, especially since they were trying to convince us that she “doesn’t fit in” when Wednesday canonically is the perfect Addams. She is the ideal representation of what an Addams is. PUGSLEY is the black sheep, and i would have loved to see a show about THAT

the best episode was literally ep 5 when the family is together again. i actually genuinely enjoyed watching that one, and Wednesday wasn’t an annoying, selfish bitch, which was a total bonus. her little interrogation of Gomez in the prison was awesome, the back and forth was SO classic Addams Family wit and banter. i loved Luis Guzman’s performance. he was perfect.

Gwendolyn Christie was such a smokeshow awoooga. though i was kinda disappointed with how her character went. i wish she was given a bit more nuance. i thought she was going to be portrayed as a somewhat dopey and pitiful woman who has a secret badass side that comes in clutch at the end but eh that’s what i get for getting my hopes up i guess

Eugene was cute. i didn’t care for his horny side and think he would’ve been better if he didn’t have that tiny bit of girl craze. i mean, they drop it so quickly that it was a complete waste of time anyway. though, credit where credit is due, when he’s out in the woods, watching the cave, and he hears that cricket and then has it in a jar the next time it shows him, that was cute and funny and i liked it

i enjoyed Wednesday’s dance. it was quirky and unnerving and fun and took a step away from her “i’m too good for this shit” attitude that she’d had the entire show thus far

i’m glad that Bianca had some depth to her rather than just being the popular bitch to rival Wednesday. she deserved more time though.

The CGI!!!! was TACKY!!!!! lmaoooo???? there’s nothing in the Wikipedia page for this show about the budget and that’s INCHRESTING because it’s a big production, and Netflix sunk a LOT of attention and time into it, so I would assume that the budget was massive, and yet the CGI looked like THAT???? lmaooooooo stop. how embarrassing

On the other hand though... Thing was great. Viva la practical effects!!!! i’m so glad they didn’t try to cg him because that would have really annoyed me. I’m not anti CGI but i am anti lazy CGI when practical effects could have done a better job

Uncle Fester was great too! disappointed that he was only there for one episode. god i long for the entire family to come back. i understand that they wanted to do something different, but overall i felt like i was watching a goth rip off of harry potter.

it was fine though. i get that it was meant for an audience that wasn’t Me. I think Jenna Ortega was a good Wednesday, even if i didnt care for how she was written, and the rest of the family was cast well too. the second half of the show was better in terms of direction and pacing, and those were the episodes Tim Burton didn’t direct so, wow go figure, to nobody’s surprise whatso-fucking-ever.

anyway eehhhh i wasn’t going to watch it because im a big fan of the originals and i knew it was going to stray far far away from them, but here we are. i’m sure they’re going to milk it for 5 or 6 season and im not sure i’ll watch them. maybe. if they entice me with more Family involvement.

#wednesday spoilers

[dietcokedemise]

confessions of a junkorexic

march 19, 2023 | entry #6

i binged…a lot. whydoikeepdoingthistomyself? after my last entry i ended up spiraling into a three day long binge cycle and i feel like shit :( i felt like an absolute failure thursday because i had a few extra bowls of cereal but little did i know that it would spiral into me consuming over 6k calories in the span of three f*cking days!

i have no idea what came over me this weekend but i’ve never felt as disgusted with myself than i do now. i’ve struggled with binging for as long as i can remember but this time just felt…different. friday night i stuffed my face with so much food i had to lie down because i felt so insanely nauseous and full. it was so bad that i literally felt like i could have puked it all up by just poking my stomach. in a typical binge i always eat to excess but this time around was on an entirely different level. i felt so out of control it was like some food demon had possessed me and i couldn’t stop myself even if i wanted to :/

disappointed isn’t even the word. i feel disgusting. no amount of exercise or lax dosages could even begin to repair the damage i feel i’ve done to my body. it would be different if it had just been one day where i slipped up. at least that way i’d be able to convince myself that i had just had a “metabolism day” that would only result in mini pity party rather than an entire depressive episode of self loathing. what makes it x10 worse is that today was supposed to be my weigh-in day. today was supposed to be the day that i finally got back down to the 190s :( now who knows how far i’ve set myself back…

i don’t want to be too drastic with my next decisions because i don’t want this cycle to continue, but i really do wish i could just fast for an entire week after all of this. i’m convinced that’s the only way i could even begin to redeem myself from all of this. maybe i could consider doing a three day fast? it’s still a bit drastic for me (especially coming off of such an intense binge) but i honestly feel like it’s the only way i can keep my sanity.

i hate that this is my life. i hate that i ever let things get this bad. i hate that i could have reached my ugw ages ago if i wasn’t such a slob. i hate that i’ll probably have to suffer with this for the rest of my life. no matter how much i restrict, no matter how much i try to eat “normally”, no matter how many carbs i cut out from my diet, no matter how many cheat days i let myself have, no matter how many times i try to trick my brain into just being normal…this shit will always linger over my head just waiting to make my life as miserable and insufferable as possible.

i still have hope though—hope that at least one day i’ll have made enough progress that slip ups like these won’t be so detrimental. as depressing as it sounds, i always fantasize about the days where i’m finally at my ugw and can eat whatever my heart desires—not consistently obviously (i’ll be damned if i ever let myself regain 100+ lbs ever again) but enough that i’ll still be able to feel a little normal. when i go out to eat i won’t have to spend hours before combing through the menu for foods that fit into my cal limit. i’ll be able to eat my favorite junk foods without feeling like fat cow immediately after. maybe i’ll even be able work towards actually having a semi-healthy relationship with food? wishful thinking.

idk…i’m just tired of this being my reality. i can’t wait to look back at all of this a year from now and laugh…all i have to do is put in the work…

#its not as simple as just eating #ed bllog #tw ed diet #tw edd #disordered eating thoughts #ed but not sheeran #i wanna be small #tw ana diary #tw disordered eating #ana trigger #confessions of a junkorexic

[dxrlingdaydreams]

I saw that you were struggling with writing, so allow me to provide words:

"lake", "marvelous", "cool / cold"

Looking forward to seeing what comes out of this!!

THANK YOU FOR THIS, I WROTE SOMETHING IMMEDIATELY. Here's a little one-shot about some characters. They're kind of irrelevant to any current WIP but I love them dearly.

It wasn’t difficult to slip past the fencing that guarded the lake from outside trespassers. Whether or not I was one of them, I never bothered to give much thought. The cold crisp fall winds whipped through my cloak, burning my skin to the bone. It didn’t matter. The beauty of the mossy water brought me peace in life’s troubles regardless of the season. We used to meet here, back when things were still easy. To this day I long for the simplicity of our youthful memories. Every summer morning met along the shores.. Here we danced, we sang, we loved. If I could go back in time, I never would’ve sacrificed the love we had for the superficiality of our family’s war. That didn’t matter either, not now. There was no going back. The same fallen log we had sat on and talked for hours remained, only now it had sunken into the bank of sand- rotting away with time just as I imagine the both of us have. Despite its ruined nature I curl up beside it just the same. Sometimes I still see us in the water. The way the sun shone down on our happiness and danced across the sky.. The way that your marvelous smile illuminated my heart is unforgettable. Our innocence then would’ve lasted forever without their influence. You’d helped me fall in love with myself, as broken as we both were, and made me realize that maybe I wouldn’t forever be cursed to a life of misery.  Well, here I was today, as miserable as ever. I’m sure after everything, you hope I’m cursed forever to this eternal suffering. The end of our days were insufferable, dedicated to fighting a battle that wasn’t ours. That didn’t make our love for one another any less.  Every time I see your face in these crashing waves, it’s easy to ignore the pain. Instead I’m brought a sense of calm in the quiet. I imagine what you would say if you were here with me, if you were still at my side as we worked through life’s troubles together. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice that your reflection drew nearer today.  Only when you placed your hand gently upon my shoulder that I heard your voice saying my name. “Colombia?..” The soothing call of my name melted me completely, as though I’d never heard it before. My gaze abandoned the shining depths to meet your eyes.  “Ikthuriel,” I sighed in return. The tears forming in my eyes were quickly whisked away by the raw breeze. I couldn’t bring myself to get to my feet as they’d easily buckle beneath me. As though you read my mind, you joined my side on the ground. When you wrapped your arm around my shoulder, momentarily it was as though you had never left.  “Why are you here?” I wasn’t accusatory, I was grateful to have you at my side regardless of the circumstances.  “I’m always nearby when you need me, doe.” Your reply was simple, like it was obvious. What did you mean by that? This wasn’t the first time I had been here, and it definitely wasn’t the first time I had wished for your presence- yet here you were, my gentle angel.  I couldn’t keep myself from slumping into your embrace. I was honestly too drained to fight away my feelings. You rested your chin on top of my head and that’s what broke me down.  “Things have been so hard,” I uttered through weeping. “I’ve been so alone.” I don’t know why I expected pity. This all had been my own choice. It seemed like the answer at the time, to give up on us. We each had duties to fulfill and abandoning them wasn’t an option. I thought I was protecting him from my mother’s endless wrath; I didn’t realize that meant that I’d have to face it alone.  “You don’t have to be alone anymore,” your words were like a promise. It was quiet for a moment as the waves lapped against the sand. For once, the setting sun shone down on us once more. “Can you just hold me for a little while?” I palmed the tears away and sniffled through my trembling request.  “Always.”

I also had a little bit of help from this prompt.

#colombia oc #ikthuriel oc #asks #prompts #midnights-melodiverse #promptsforthestrugglingauthor

[wolveria]

The Jedi’s Gambit - Ch. 9

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cad Bane

Summary: The day Cad Bane turned himself in caused quite a stir at the Jedi Temple.

The way Luminara told it, he simply walked up the steps, approached the nearest Temple Guard, and said, “I surrender.” Toothy smirk and all.

Yes, Obi-Wan definitely had a bad feeling about this.

Series Warnings: Explicit sexual content, violence, medical procedures, Force shenanigans

AO3

Bane thought he had done a damn good job at fooling the insufferable ass known as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

For the remainder of the day, he had managed to lie in bed and make enough snide comments to trick the Jedi into thinking Bane was fine. Beaten to shit, yeah, but there was an unmistakable sense of relief around the Jedi while he sat there, returning Bane’s barbs and acting like this was a perfectly normal, not-totally-fucked-up situation they were in.

But it was fucked. Bane was fucked, and he knew it. If the Sith Lord didn’t come for him, than that damned jewel was going to drive him to madness. He knew exactly where Kenobi was keeping it, too. He could sense it, even now, just a few feet away in the main room.

Just waiting for him. Waiting for Bane.

The need was like an itch under his skin. The jewel had caused him pain at first when he had been ordered to hide it within a fluid sac in his chest. But after a while, it had started to hurt in a good way. And then it had felt powerful.

Bane wasn’t an idiot. He knew the thing would have killed him if it had stayed in much longer—bleeding or no bleeding. But that didn’t make him crave and want and need the cursed thing any less.

And now, here he was, acting like a thief in his own station. He didn’t make a sound as he snuck across the darkened main room, heading for the object of his desire. It pulsed, calling out for him, soothed him with unspoken words and truthful lies.

Bane paused as he spotted something, or rather someone, lying on the floor next to one of the consoles. Even in the dim light, he could see the Jedi’s light-colored hair and his pale skin.

Unwillingly, Bane recalled the last few hours of being forced to tolerate Kenobi’s company. His jokes about trying to make a decent meal out of Bane’s rations. His little quips in regards to how many secret hideaways Bane probably had stashed across the galaxy. The man either enjoyed the sound of his own voice, or he was uncomfortable by Bane’s long stretches of silence.

At one point, Bane had made a valiant effort at being his usual piece-of-shit self by offering Kenobi a space on his bed (“you cooked me a meal and I’m a cheap date”), but his lewd comments had sounded weak even to him. Kenobi had slightly shaken his head, his expression somewhere between pity and amusement.

It should’ve made him angry. He wanted Kenobi to get the hell off his station, never to see his stupid, smug face again, but… he also wanted him to stay. Bane was an addict. A needful thing. He couldn’t even pretend he hated Kenobi at this point. That he only wanted him for a quick tumble in the sheets just to kick him out afterwards. Bane had tried that once before. It hadn’t worked then, and he doubted it would work now.

There was something else he couldn’t deny, either; at the moment, he craved the jewel more than he did the Jedi. Whatever weakness he had for Kenobi couldn’t stop that now. The jewel would be his, or he was as good as dead.

Bane moved closer to where the Jedi had stashed his prize, inside a lead-lined munitions box. It would have worked for anyone else, but not for him. Not when Bane had tasted a sliver of the jewel’s power.

Before, he wouldn’t have thought twice about some infernal Sith artifact, its worth to him only as many credits as he could get for it. But now… now he understood why Sith went so crazy for this shit.

His ribcage was burning, fire licking across the space where the jewel had once been, but he ignored it, ignored everything as he reached for the case and opened the lid. Even though it had been magnetically sealed, he had almost been able to see its glow, and now he practically bathed in it, crimson light washing over his skin and filling his whole vision.

Bane reached for the artifact, his fingertips almost brushing across the crystalline spines when a firm hand clamped around his wrist.

Instinctively, he swept his free hand towards his attacker, preparing to backhand them and follow-up with a kick to the stomach, but his other wrist was grabbed just as easily as he first.

Before he knew it, Bane hit the wall and his wrists were pinned across his chest.

He struggled but Kenobi was stronger, Bane still hobbled by his injuries. He seethed at the Jedi Master, baring his teeth while he gasped for air, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that he was behaving like a wild animal as he writhed and growled.

Kenobi didn’t give him an inch to move. His grip was firm, just as it had been in Takobo when he’d put Bane in a full body lock, and it made him struggle all the harder.

“Bane,” Kenobi said in a low tone, “you need to calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Fuck you,” Bane snapped. “Fuck you, Kenobi.”

“Bane,” he said once more. “This isn’t you.”

“How would you know?” Bane hissed as he tried to buck his hips and dislodge the Jedi, but Kenobi remained steadfast and unmoving.

“While you can be an insufferable, violent, ruthless bastard, you’ve never been one to obsess over items of Sith or Jedi persuasion,” Kenobi responded in a voice so effortlessly confident that it made Bane want to break his pretty face in half.

“You know shit about me,” Bane said so vehemently his voice cracked. “You know shit, you arrogant prick.”

Bane bit down on the closest thing he could reach, which happened to be Kenobi’s shoulder. It proved quite effective, as the Jedi Master no longer wore pauldrons, and his teeth sank right through the robe and into flesh.

He loosened his grip and that was all Bane needed. He shoved his knee into Kenobi’s stomach, not once, but twice, and then punched him so hard across the cheekbone he heard something crack, though whether it was Kenobi’s face or his knuckles, he couldn’t tell.

It didn’t matter. The jewel was calling to him, singing for the blood it wished him to spill and the violence it wanted him to exact.

Bane stumbled forward and grabbed the box, nearly knocking it off the console, but his fingers wrapped around its edges and steadied it. He reached inside and grasped his hand around the jewel, feeling its points pierce his skin as he pulled it from the case.

The jewel was a red star, its previous glow a paltry light compared to how it shone now, blazing through Bane like a wildfire. It felt like a freezing shard of ice, and yet it filled his veins with molten flames that threatened to consume him.

“Bane!”

He turned toward Kenobi’s voice. The Jedi was bleeding from one cheek where Bane had broken the skin, but it was the horror in his eyes that filled Bane with intense satisfaction.

“Bane,” he raised his hands slowly, pleadingly. “…Please put down the jewel.”

There was a strange look on the Jedi’s face. If Bane didn’t know better, he would have thought it was fear.

Bane studied him for a moment, and then he looked down at the crystal in his hand. It pulsed with a steady, even rhythm. Like a heartbeat.

“There was a Sith Lord, once. We share a name. I got paid… to go after this Sith’s crystal.” Bane looked back up at Kenobi, unable to keep from his lips spreading over his sharp teeth. “And then I got paid to keep it in my ribcage, near my heart, so you Jedi wouldn’t be able to find it.”

His voice sounded strange to his own ears. As if the voice was coming through him, not from him.

“You know what this is, don’t you, Kenobi?” he asked, his strange voice laced with bitterness.

Kenobi’s expression was tense, his brows creased so severely Bane wondered if it hurt.

“This isn’t you, Bane. Put down the—“

“Say it,” Bane interrupted with a hiss. “Name it.”

Kenobi’s nose wrinkled in a way that was very canine-like.

“Bane’s Heart,” he finally said, the last word leaving his lips with tired defeat.

Bane’s grin widened.

“Maybe yer Force does have a sense of humor, after all.”

Bane felt it then—a surge, a vibration he could sense that went beyond senses. While they had been speaking, Kenobi had begun to levitate a very heavy ammo crate behind him. The Jedi had mistakenly believed Bane hadn’t known what he was up to.

As the crate came careening toward his head, Bane put up his empty left hand, and stopped the crate in midair. He didn’t even look at it; he could feel it through the Force. Just like a Jedi could.

“The Sith and the Jedi think they can hold all the power in the galaxy,” Bane said through his teeth. “But without yer precious Force, yer just like everyone else.”

The anger was building in him now, fed by the jewel, perhaps, but the origin was all his.

“Weak. Pathetic. Easy prey. You don’t know what it’s like to be truly powerless, and I’m gonna savor every minute I teach you that lesson, Kenobi—“

Bane stopped talking, struck speechless as the jewel was plucked from his grasp, his connection to the power of the Force immediately severed. The crate dropped to the floor with a bang.

“I got it!” Todo yelled as he flew over Kenobi’s head, hovering behind him and slightly wobbling as he tried to keep a hold on the pulsing jewel. “I got it, Master Jedi!”

Shock quickly turned to rage, and what little control he had snapped into a million pieces.

“You little fucking—“

Bane never got to finish. Kenobi lunged forward, and the last thing Bane saw was a curled fist, and the world exploded into color before vanishing into darkness.

Next Chapter

#the jedi's gambit #kenobane #my writing #obi-wan kenobi x cad bane #bounty hunter blues

[starrcarter01]

so...

the decision came out yesterday. i’m sure y’all heard it. i don’t know what to say. i still can’t really get over it, the fact that… the reality of injustice in america. we were driving in the car when it came on the radio. 

tupac shakur’s changes was playing when the dj came on. “this is the hottest station in the nation, Hot 105. if you’re just tuning in, the grand jury has decided not to indict officer brian cruise jr. in the death of khalil harris. our thoughts and prayers are with the harris family. stay safe out there, y’all.” 

How can the devil take a brother, if he’s close to me?

I’d love to go back to when we played as kids

But things changed, and that’s the way it is

pac never seemed more real. everything i had heard, read in the news, watched on tv, was suddenly becoming real. it’s no longer something you see, pity the people involved, and feel a little angry. you eventually move on. with this, it’s too real, too close. you’ll never move on. i’ll never forget. 

i told them the truth. i did what i was supposed to do. it wasn’t enough. what is enough? will there ever be enough? to think someone who murdered another innocent human, for doing nothing, wouldn’t be incarcerated. i don’t understand. i don’t understand it. 

i just didn’t know what to do, when i heard it. my anger felt like it was about to explode, and i could barely keep it in. i had to do something. so we did the only thing we could. protest. so, we went to magnolia. cars and protesters lined the street. chants broke out and people threw molotov cocktails, setting police cruisers on fire. 

“fuck the police! fuck the police! fuck the police!” 

three words never felt so powerful. it wasn’t much, but it was all i could do. and for once, i felt like i was doing something, making a change. every change matters, small or big. 

but eventually, things started to go downhill when rioters started to break windows and rush into stores. within seconds, magnolia was enveloped in flames. the mcdonald’s goes down. so does the pharmacy. the scene erupts in chaos and we flee to our car. my parents didn’t know where i was yet, but they would be hella mad when they found out. it didn’t matter. we were doing what’s right. doesn’t matter how dangerous it was. people like us are always at danger anyway. nothing we can do bout that. 

we drove to another protest, on carnation. i hadn’t been there since…the night. it was where, you know, it happened. police in riot gear formed a square just a few yards past the crowd of protesters. one thing and it could all go up in flames. literally. somehow, i ended up standing on top of a police car, shouting into a megaphone. like i said, making a change. i was tired of staying in the dark. it was time to speak out. and i sure did. 

the police told us to evacuate the area and counted down. 

three. 

two. 

one. 

we didn’t leave. they threw a can of tear gas into the throng of rioters. everything slowed down. i didn’t know what to do. so i picked it up and threw it right back. suddenly, the air was filled with the terrible gas. i don’t know how to describe it. it’s insufferable. the police scattered. everyone ran in every direction, blinded, not able to breathe. i just wanted to find my brother, my friends. we needed to get out. and we did, eventually. we got to my dad’s store. thankfully it wasn’t burned down. our eyes, lungs hurt more than i can describe. that’s what you need to sacrifice for justice. 

eventually, we climbed into a truck, wiped our eyes with cold towels, and made it to my dad’s store. we were more than relieved to see it was still standing. we poured milk over our faces, offering a necessary refresher to our eyes and throats. when we were all in the back of the store, suddenly someone threw something and the wooden panels were set ablaze. for a moment, we were trapped there, the back door locked. but my daddy opened the door from the outside and we tumbled out into safety. 

‘black owned’ was stamped on the windows of the now-burning grocery store. that should’ve kept it safe from the rioters. but this wasn’t the work of rioters. this was king and his boys. they lounged in their gray bimmer, snarling and laughing. everyone knew it was him, but no one was brave enough to say it. cops pulled up soon enough. they asked my dad who did it. 

he said king started it. he saw it. everyone knew it. and finally they were all standing up to him. 

the cops put him and his men in handcuffs and drove them away in their cars. finally doing something right for once, but he would be bailed the next morning and go back to the same old. but it felt like a victory, no matter how small. 

we put king in jail. we didn’t put one-fifteen in jail though. for everything you gain, you always lose.

that’s just the way it is. 

things will never be the same. 

we won’t ever get justice. but we’ll keep fighting. no matter what. 

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

still emo about my little guys getting eliminated so I might as well type my thoughts about the other guys that have been eliminated since (there are WAY too many non-elim eps and it’s getting on my nerves. JUST AXE THE DATERS)

I’m surprised The Fashion Bloggers lasted that long actually. I assumed they’d be earlier elim fodder, being self-inserts, but yknow. Lot of annoying or at least “why would they do that” scenes, but relatively harmless.

The Mother and Daughter team are the most obvious “damn you really hope Kelly ends this on top” team ever, and we actually got that. I think if they left any earlier, including in the middle of a non-arc like The Geniuses or The Vegans I’d have been upset. They’re more uncomfortable to watch than to hate. They’re GREAT foils to Dwayne and Junior tho.

The Adversity Twins make me very uncomfortable as someone with hypochondriac issues. Also Emma exploiting their fear of germs was huge jerk energy. I don’t pity the twins, nor do I really enjoy them, but I think that’s really uncalled for. When the Ice Dancers try to psyche out the other contestants, they’re villains, but when Emma does it, it’s good because she likes Noah? Whatever. Biggest case of “that elim wasn’t fair, but I don’t like you that much so I can’t defend you”

I really went in annoyed at the Stepbrothers because I think it’s a really annoying trope and their respective parents are kinda the worst for thinking this was the way to help them, but w/e. I enjoyed their descent into being like kids again and being able to reconcile. One of those “I can’t wait until they leave, but when they leave you kinda miss them”

I hate The Rockers.

No seriously they’re the worst. That’s all I had to say. Rock makes me sad and Spud makes me angry. Next.

The fact that The Best Friends and The Daters outlasted the Father and Son team despite the fact both of those two are insufferable drives me insane. The slow-burn and anti-burn is the most annoying thing ever. But anyways, I really enjoyed Dwayne and Junior. Junior’s the world’s most special little guy, and I could enjoy at least some of the Dwayne suffering. They’re probably the most touch-y of the teams, and you can really notice that Dwayne is always holding onto Junior. It’s really cute ok. Officially can get behind the idea that Wayne is related to these guys and is Junior’s younger brother (based off timeline, if Wayne is 16-18, that would mean in the RR 2015 he was 8-10 years old)

#The Best Friends for sure have plot armour until he gets to the 7th stage and. ugh. #idk The Dater's excuse tho #piggy's TD posting