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we need a part two when they finish the project please

sweetheart (part 2)

warnings: smut; (f- receiving [fingering, clit stimulation], praise kink, protected sex, slight cock-warming, dirty talk), and tiny fluff

note: i’m soooo sorry i haven’t been as active. once june starts i’ll be able to write more and post more stories, but right now i’m super busy. i have a few fics right now that i’ve started, but haven’t gotten the chance to sit down and finish them. so for now, please accept this blurb 😖 sweetheart part 1

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you’ve always had a liking for school, in every aspect. unlike most people, you enjoyed doing homework and projects because it helped you understand the material you were learning. specifically, you adored science. you thought that the facts and what-ifs of the universe were fascinating, and you wouldn’t mind spending your whole life experimenting to discover new things. you absolutely loved chemistry and found it fun to analyze different equations to see what substance creates which reaction.

but right now, you’ve never hated science more.

peter is sitting on his computer typing away on the essay portion while you’re trying to focus on writing the poster. in all honesty, he gave you the easier job and you’re grateful, but you can’t seem to focus. not after he had his warm mouth on your pussy only two hours ago. every few moments, you would peek at peter’s fingers typing. you were getting so desperate to the point that each word he typed sent a tingle down your belly. when you two made light conversation, you swear his voice got a little deeper each time, and the rumbly rasp nearly sent you flying onto his lap.

“y/n, did you hear me?” you did not hear him.

“huh?” you blinked a few times, shaking all your dirty thoughts of his fingers from you. but they looked so rough and they moved so quickly, just like they did in you—

“are you okay?” no, you were not okay.

“uh, yeah, i’m fine,” you lied because you just wanted to finish the project, so peter could withhold his promise. that promise was the only thing getting you through this poster. there seemed to be a million facts and a lot of diagrams.

“what’d i say about lying?” peter asked with a head tilt and an octave-lower voice, his fingers halting on the keyboard. your heart skipped an erratic beat and your pencil dropped onto the poster paper.

“d-don’t do it.”

“good, you remembered,” he smirked subtly before typing away again. you take shallow breaths, wondering how he takes away your breath so easily.

the pulsing need of your clit and the burning of your stomach keep you from focusing. after ten minutes of hazily writing and sketching nonsense, you swallow your fear.

“peter, i was wondering if…we could take a break?” you suggested, pencil spinning around your anxious finger.

“sure, that sounds good,” he replies, but not the way you wanted him to. you watch as he saves his progress and closes his computer before walking around the kitchen island. he grabs two cups of water and hands one over to you when you appear at his side.

“oh, i’m not thirsty,” you smile to deny his offer.

“but you will be,” peter says nonchalantly before taking a smooth sip of his water. you feel the all-too familiar blush cascade across your neck as your eyes wander around the floor.

“are you all shy now? you didn’t seem to be when you were checking me out earlier,” peter taunts with a fake-innocent smile and places his glass on the counter. your eyes go wide for a moment, embarrassed that you were caught. “what? you didn’t think i saw you looking at me like you were going to jump on me? i know needy eyes when i see them, baby.”

the overwhelming heat of your skin fogs up your brain, making it impossible to focus on anything but the words leaving his lips. you’re silently begging him to touch you, to mend that ache in your cunt with his rough fingers. and hopefully, his cock. god, you want to see and feel his cock more than anything. you bet it would stretch you out for a whole week.

you swear you’re not normally like this.

“something’s on your mind,” peter observes with squinted eyes and a hand under his chin. “what is it?”

oh, just the idea of you fucking me into oblivion that’s all is what you wanted to say, but of course you didn’t. you mumbled out some gibberish that he couldn’t understand.

“i can’t hear you, sweetheart,” his words were so condescending, and in some twisted way, it turned you on so much.

“your promise,” you finally said, looking at his eyes. with each passing moment they grew from brown to shades darker.

“oh, i see,” peter tsks, “please, remind me what my promise was again? i seem to have forgotten.”

peter just loves games. especially the ones where he can feel your skin radiating fiery heat and watch your body squirm in its place. like he has all night, he’s been able to smell your arousal throughout the two hours you’ve been working. it utterly killed him to sit steady and type some scientific essay that wasn’t nearly as entertaining as your moans or ogasmic face. it was even worse knowing that you were just as desperate, but most likely didn’t want to interrupt your guys’ work time. what an angel you were.

but right now, peter’s never wanted to do more sinful things.

“you said…” how does he say such dirty words with ease? “you said we could continue what we were doing earlier.”

you lean your back against the counter, heart beating erratically in your chest as you try to remain cool. but your entire body was on fire and your clit was throbbing in your soaked underwear, so it was pretty difficult to stay focused.

“and what was that? use your words,” peter softly demands, licking his lips smugly. a never-ending heat cascades through your body, making your heart beat faster than ever. you breathe in, trying to get the courage to be so upfront.

“you said you would…fuck me,” you surprised yourself when you said the words. they sounded even bolder than you would have thought. every little moment he doesn’t say anything makes you think he’s just going to laugh at you. at this point, you think you’ve gone insane because you can no longer feel your heart beating. just the impending silence dangling between you two.

“good girl. now i remember,” peter smiles proudly and inches his way closer to you. his hand snakes up your neck and caresses your jaw. his thumb plays innocently with your bottom lip as your trembling breath huffs out. he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would let him. “it wouldn’t be very nice if i didn’t keep my promise, would it?”

“no,” you waver out. your legs are stiffened together and your eyes are straining on his every move.

peter solely smirks before leaning down to kiss you. like the movies, his kiss is soft and pleasant. the way your lips molded together caused such an intense chemical reaction, and you would love to experiment on it. multiple times. every day. you would kiss him as many times as you could. you never would forget the magnetic feeling of his lips on yours.

your hands get lost in his brown hair, twisting their way through his ends. you’re so lost within his kiss that you didn’t even comprehend when he said “jump,” but you subconsciously listened and leaped into his hold. peter carried you to his bedroom, which you have been dying to see since you walked through the door. you believed someone’s bedroom said a lot about them.

however, you were too focused on other things to analyze peter’s bedroom. peter delicately lays you onto his black sheets, still kissing you like the world is ending. he slowly makes his way down your warm neck as you hum at the feeling. knowing what’s coming, you don’t wait for peter to ask permission behind discarding your own shirt. you close your eyes and tell yourself to not be self-conscious. he’s already seen you naked, so why be nervous?

seeing this, peter frowns slightly. his rough fingertip taps lightly on your temple. “open. wanna see your pretty eyes.”

your stomach tingles at his words before obeying his request. instead of smirking, peter smiles goofily and then kisses your cheek. a wave of warmth erupts through your skin at his affection. your entire body was covered in flames at this point, and you wondered if you would even be alive to get to the good part.

his tough hands roam your supple skin in hopes of exploring every inch. the rough texture left tingles in its trail.

“jeans?” he asks, looking up at you for approval.

“yes. please, peter,” you rushed and pleaded. your clit was begging for some friction, and you were about to start crying if you didn’t get something.

“gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart,” peter sang, thumbs rubbing the supple skin of your inner thighs teasingly. you wavered out a shaky breath, trying to conjure up the words.

“i need you so bad it hurts,” you whimpered. you were honest with peter, but your words weren’t what he wanted.

“i bet it does, baby. but that’s not what i asked,” peter flicks your clit through your underwear causing you to gasp at this unexpected movement. your thighs twitch and tighten at his teasing. he does it a few more times, just to get your body even more excited, and to get you to finally speak up.

“f-fuck! peter, i need your cock. i-i need you to fuck me,” you shouted, louder than you intended, but that was even better for peter.

“look who’s using her words,” peter says smugly, making your roll your eyes. you both assist in shrugging your panties off, making you completely naked while peter is still fully dressed. you reach for his shirt, but he’s already a step ahead of you and pulls it off himself.

when you see his body, you swear you almost faint. peter had six bulky packs of muscle on his abdomen and lumps of muscle on his arms. his chest was buff and tight, yet looked soft all at the same time. you had to blink a few times to make sure he was real. you even poked a finger at his stomach just to make sure it didn’t go through him like a ghost or a hologram. peter chuckles at your antics before grabbing your hand and kissing it, just like he had done earlier in the evening. and just like earlier, you felt yourself blush profusely and feel tingly all over again.

while you’re smiling like a goof, peter’s hands resume on your body. you instantly stop smiling because you remembered just how much he’s deprived you. but he’s also given you more than anyone else has in the past…

his digits caress your soaking slit between your crossed legs. you gasp because he’s finally touching you bare.

“open,” he demands softly, voice deep and lustful. shakily, you listen and do so. peter doesn’t hesitate to find your lips again with his fingers.

you quietly moan at the delicate pressure, feeling the smallest bit of friction. just as you were about to beg him for more, or to hurry up, his middle finger slips inside of you. it was almost embarrassing how easy it was. the amount of wetness you were leaking could fix the california drought.

“god, you’re so wet. what made you like this?” peter slowly pushed his finger in and out, thumb circling your puffy clit at the same time.

“you, peter! fuck,” you clenched around his digit, needing release already.

“are you thinking about my cock? hmm?” peter questioned, voice gravely as he leans over you. “are you thinking about me inside of you? thinking about how much i’m going to stretch your little pussy out?”

you groan at his foul language, pulsing barbarically. you’re straining to keep your eyes open, trying to obey his earlier request and to intake the moment. peter urges you to come, increasing his thrusts and pace. before you know it, your core is tightening and you’re squeezing peter’s fingers until you do. you thought you cut off his circulation from how hard you were clutching onto him, but when he pulls his fingers away and licks them proudly, you knew he was just fine.

“taste so good, sweetheart,” a smirk dances upon his lips as your taste lingers in his mouth. he’ll never forget that taste, no matter what happens after tonight. he’s hoping there will be more nights like these. more days too.

“can you please fuck me now, peter?–”

he holds up a finger to your lips.

“all of a sudden you know how to use your words and it still sounds so dirty coming from your pretty lips.”

in the blink of an eye, peter is reaching over to his night stand to grab a condom (hopefully). when you see the tinfoil wrapping, he stuffs it between your teeth, making you hold onto it. you then watch as he undresses his pants, clearly taking all the time in the world like he has it.

the smell of your orgasm and your wetness is haunting peter’s senses. the scent of you is never going to rid from his body or his room. he also doesn’t ever want you to leave, so he’s going to drag this out as long as possible.

once his pants are finally off, you get the courage to undo the wrapper while he’s taking his underwear off. holding the condom, you almost drop it once you see his length. he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had. the tip of cock is bright red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, clearly just as desperate as you.

“fuck,” you mumble when looking at him. all he does is smirk before taking the condom from your hand and putting it over himself. peter leans over you again, face over face.

“ready, sweetheart?” his smirk lingers while you clench around nothing. you can feel the overwhelming sensation of your clit throbbing and you just want him to mend it. “ready to be fucked so hard you can’t leave?”

“yes, peter. fuck me hard.”

with your final words, peter is gently sinking into you. your wet folds encompass his cock snuggly causing you both to groan in delight. after a few moments, he starts to rock his body and you release a string of moans with every thrust. you try your hardest to keep your eyes open, but fail to do so. the sensations are indescribable throughout your body.

peter’s actions get harder, rougher. just like you wanted. he’s flicking his hips into yours with skilled movements while his face is relaxing in the crease of your neck. you feel his warm breath on you as he groans into your ear, lighting your whole body on fire.

“shit, peter, it feels so good. don’t stop,” you whine when he hits a certain part inside of you. your hand creeps down in between you both to rub the ache in your clit, but peter stops you.

“love when you touch yourself,” he grunts, never halting his movements, “but that’s my job right now.”

so, peter begins harshing rubbing your clit to no end. instead, your hands squeeze tightly on his biceps while he pounds into you so hard, you see stars. your never-ending wetness makes it so easy for him to slip in and out.

you feel yourself clutch onto his cock and when he moans, he sounded like the best thing you’ve ever heard.

“i-i love when you moan,” you croaked out, feeling too blissful to speak coherently.

“yeah? what else do you like?” peter huffs out, still smug as ever, even when he’s deep inside of you.

“l-love when you talk dirty, peter.”

“knew you were fucking filthy.”

with his rough words, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. your core tightens like it did earlier and your nails are digging deliciously into his skin. peter hisses in pleasurable pain, loving what you’re doing to him.

as your orgasm flows over you, your heart beats a million miles an hour and your breathing becomes staggered. the moans you elicit were just as filthy and pornographic as…well a porno. as you came, peter was smiling the whole time.

peter twitched inside of you and that’s when you knew he was close. you tangled your hands in his hair one last time and gave a single tug. that simple movement caused him to groan deeply and bring him to his release.

he doesn’t pull out quite yet. he just rests inside of you with his head on your chest. then after a few moments, he goes to get up.

“don’t leave,” you whisper and slide your hand through his locks again.

“it’s my place, baby, i’m not leaving,” he chuckles and slowly pulls out. you whimper at the loss of his cock, and at the feeling of being stretched out to the max.

“peter, i think you ruined me,” your voice cracked because it was hoarse and dry. you definitely needed some water now.

“good. are you thirsty now, sweetheart?”

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theemissuniverse · 8 months

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“STAY WITH ME” MILEENA X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : Mileena is worried about you. After the events that led up to Armageddon, you made it a priority to always be on patrol. (Also reader is immune to the tarkat disease because I said so). You’re also an Earthrealmer in this technically but live in Outworld with Mileena

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. I’m not typing all that. It’s lesbian smut. Read it or don’t

Mileena first thought it was endearing. The way you vowed to protect her. She couldn’t help but feel loved. Truly cared for. Now, she found it obsessive.

You would not go to sleep with her. You would instead help patrol the palace at night and even during the day.

Mileena wanted to snuggle with you. She wanted to care for you. She wanted to lay in your arms and for you to play with her long brown hair.

You wouldn’t though. It was like after her mother’s death, you became obsessed with protecting her. She had to put a stop to this.

Mileena was in her bra and underwear, getting ready for bed. When she walked out of the bathroom, she had seen you gathering your weapons and placing them on your arsenal.

She sighed at this. “Darling, you don’t have to go. The other guards will be fine with protecting the palace.” You were so in tune to what you were doing, you didn’t hear her. Mileena snapped her fingers to get your attention and you broke out of your trance. “Hello! Outworld to (Y/N)! Do you not hear me talking to you?”

You looked at her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Alright, baby. I’m about to go out.”

You walked past her and that’s when Mileena drew the line. Mileena turned to face you, your back facing her. “As your Empress, I forbid you to go out there. There. I said it.”

Your hand was touching the doorknob. You let out a sigh and removed your hand before turning to face her. “Really? You’re going to pull the ‘Empress’ card on me?”

“When is the last time you slept or ate?” Mileena questioned you.

You shrugged, not really caring. “Why does it matter?”

“Why wouldn’t it matter? What wouldn’t you matter?”

“Mileena, I’ll say this the nicest way possible but you’re acting crazy.”

You went to open the door to leave her. Tears filled Mileena’s eyes. She felt as though she was not being heard of seen. She thought you of all people would understand her.

“I get it. My mother died and you’re scared that the same will happen to me. Do you not think I fear for that too? Not only do I fear that it will happen - I fear that my lover will die as well. You keep putting yourself in positions, positions that are disastrous and I can’t keep standing here. I can keep watching it happen.”

You didn’t look at her. Your hand was steady on the doorknob but by her cries it loosened. It took a lot for Mileena to show you emotion. You knew that. So, that meant she was truly scared.

Then she said the three words. Something she had never said at least out loud to you. “I love you.”

It was at that point in time, you turned your head in her direction. You saw the tears escaping her eyes. You not only felt bad but felt an overwhelming sensation of love suffocate your heart.

You walked up to her and instantly kissed her. Mileena kissed you back by wrapping her arms around your neck.

The kiss continued for some time until you both pulled away. You stared in each other’s eyes like time stopped itself.

“I love you too.” You wiped away the tears that were rushing down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want to protect you. I always want to protect you.”

“Show me how much you love me.”

Mileena’s fingers traveled to the belt of your jeans. She started to undo the belt with your arsenal on it and you just watched as she did so.

She slid the belt off of you and onto the floor. “I need you, (Y/N).”

You knew what that meant. You lifted her chin up and brought her into a slow, sweet kiss. As you did so, you removed your jacket and threw it on the floor.

Mileena didn’t break the kiss when she helped pull your pants down, leaving you in your underwear.

She pushed you gently on the bed and got on top of you. The two of you continued kissing when your hand went inside her panties and you started to play with her clit.

Mileena moaned against your lips. She tried to remove your hand from her. “I want to please you.”

There was no stopping you though. You made her lay on her side and you continued kissing her. You didn’t break your pace on her clit and kept rubbing it in circles.

Mileena kept moaning in your mouth, letting you slip your tongue in. The two of you tongue wrestled each other.

When you felt that she was wet enough, you stuck two fingers in her. Your index and middle. Then you began to pump in and out of her.

“Oh, (Y/N).”

Mileena went inside your underwear and started to rub your clit too. You moaned against her lips a little. You weren’t as vocal as her when it came to intimacy. (Which she hated.)

Mileena rubbed your clit in circles but at a faster pace than you ever could. “Oh, shit.” You said. Her applying pressure to your clit made you break your pace a little.

She realized this and just made you lay back on the bed. Mileena broke away from the kiss. She then grabbed your underwear and took them off for you.

Mileena took off her bra leaving her completely naked up top. You played with her breasts and rubbed at her nipples making her throw her head back at pleasure.

She took her own underwear off before holding your leg up a little. She then positioned herself where her clit connected with yours.

You moaned at the sensation. Mileena began to move at a steady pace. “Damn, you look so good.” You told her.

Mileena moaned in response. She brought her body even closer so she could feel your clit more. “Oh, (Y/N). Yes.”

Your hands gripped Mileena’s hips. You helped Mileena move on you back and forth like your life depended on it.

“Just like that, baby. Mmm. Don’t stop.” You told her. Mileena gripped on your thighs. You were absolutely beautiful to her.

Mileena played with her breasts, giving you a show. You licked your lips at the sight and it made you grip harder on her hips.

Your fingernails dug into her hips which she loved. “Oh, I missed this, darling.” She told you with a slight pant.

You flipped the both of you over so that way you were on top of her. You then placed your clit on top of hers and went back at the pace.

Mileena usually was the more dominant one but she was at your complete mercy. “Yes. Please don’t stop. I need you, (Y/N).”

You didn’t break your pace as you rubbed all on her body, taking in her beauty. It still amazed you how you ended up with an Empress.

“Fuck…” You mumbled to yourself. You watched as her breasts bounced up and down making you inch closer to your release.

“Oh yes, (Y/N). Yes.” Mileena grabbed onto your hips, making you move faster.

“Damn. I’m close.”

When Mileena heard you say that, she turned you two over once more. Mileena was back on top while you were underneath her.

Mileena ripped open your shirt, including your bra, with her strength. Once your breasts were free, she started to play with them.

Your hands darted to her ass and you gave it a smack which resulted in her moaning loudly. “Your pussy feels so good.” Mileena complimented. She grabbed one of your hands and placed it on her chest. “You want to cum on me, lover?”

You tilted your head back at her dirty talk. “Chill, Mileena. I don’t want to cum before you.”

It was always a game to see who would cum first between you two. No prize really just satisfaction. Mileena smirked at your words slightly and she noticed you were playing with her left breast. “Oh come on baby. Cum on my pussy. I know you can do it.”

You fought hard to not cum but the release was reaching to your stomach. “Oh fuck. Mileena.”

“That’s right. Cum all over me. Say my name.”

You tried to move her but she overpowered you and continued to go at her fast pace. “Mileena. Yes. Oh my god.”

With you moaning, it made Mileena edge to her release. She instinctively grabbed onto her breasts and kept going. “(Y/N). Yes. I need you.”

You realized that Mileena was losing her pace. You gripped her hips and helped her move back and forth on you. “Aw. Don’t give up on me now, baby. You’re almost there.”

“Oh my gods. (Y/N), yes. Please let me cum on you.” Mileena begged while playing with her breasts. You tried to shut your eyes hoping that maybe if you didn’t look at Mileena, you wouldn’t cum faster but that didn’t really work.

Mileena placed her hands on your stomach and in that moment it felt like fire. The two of you kept going and that’s when it started to wash over you. “(Y/N), yes. Yes, yes. I’m cumming.”

You made sure to open your eyes so you could watch your girlfriend cum. Your right hand reached her breast and you played with her nipple. “Give it to me, baby.”

“Oh my gods. You’re so amazing. I love you. Yes. (Y/N).�� You felt Mileena’s clit start to come undone and it made you cum.

The two of you let off a stream of profanities as you rode out your orgasms. Mileena bent down to kiss your lips and you kissed her back.

When she pulled away, you gave her light butterfly kisses on her neck. “I love you too.”

Mileena lifted your chin so you were facing her. “I’m still hungry.” She crawled down to you and made you spread your legs before starting to eat you out.

“Damn Mileena.” You moaned out. Your hands went in her hair and you started tugging at it.

This was going to be a long night.

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theshyspy · 1 year

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get enough - h.s

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long but i needed some angst turning into friends to lovers so i finished it (: enjoy this lil blrub as a celebration we just reached 400 followers???

remember reblogs with comments are greatly appreciated! 🦋

Your stomach twisted as you watched him from across the room. He had his arm wrapped around a tall blonde, a genuine smile on his face as she flung her head back, laughing at something he said.

You couldn’t actually remember the last time you saw him that happy, completely at ease as he gifted her with those soft smiles you knew so well. As the best friend, your job consisted of being happy for him and always cheering for him. But letting the adoration in his eyes dawn upon you, your body housed anything but happiness.

Never had you seen that glint in his eyes and you despised the way you couldn’t find it in you to be happy for the most important person in your life. Because while observing the grinning faces, your blood froze.

Tearing your gaze away, you forced in a shaky breath. You were certain that while loving him, your heart suffered aches and cracks. Always watching from the sidelines as his love and efforts were poured into others. Yet, your heart never broke. He always made sure of that.

But listening to the overwhelming love in his voice as he talked about her, and watching as he lit up whenever he saw her - the healed scars on your heart ripped open, and for the first time, Harry actually broke your heart.

He always looked after you at parties, but tonight he hadn’t even acknowledged you. Eyes fixed at her throughout the entire evening, and you found it impossible to blame him. How could you when you’d rather look at her too? Her tall, curvy frame - everything you weren’t. Sometimes you wondered if that was what hurt the most, the way he always fell in love with your stark contrasts.

You glanced back at him for a mere second before your head snapped back again. Your cold hand flew up to your mouth, muffling the cry crawling up your throat. “Oh god,” you repeated, pushing through the crowd and desperately needing to get the image of his soft lips on hers out of your head.

“Hey.” His voice faintly played in the distance, but you kept moving. If you couldn’t be happy for him, you had no right to be there.

“Sweetie, hey.”

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to shake off the gentle tone carrying his words. Never had you felt so distant from him. His ears were the home to your deepest secrets, yet the list of things you couldn’t tell him grew. There was this undeniable wall building between you and you didn’t have the slightest clue how to break it down without coming clean about your feelings. How could you tell him how your heart was his and had been for years without pushing him further away?

Letting your eyes flutter open, you were met with a pair of green eyes staring down at you. “Are you okay?” His brows were drawn together as the soft tone reached your ears. One of his warm hands cupped your head, gently rubbing your jaw and grounding your disoriented state.

Eyes gracing the room, it took a few seconds before you grasped where you were. Your upper body rested in Harry’s lap, a blanket drawn over you as a movie played on the TV in front of you. You were at his place. It was a dream.

“I’ll get you some water.”

Before you even got the chance to answer, he guided you into an upright position, steadying you with an arm around your lower back.

“Here,” he muttered, giving you the tall cup from the table beside him. The cold water was gulped down, but your throat was still dry.

“How are you feeling?” He held you at arms length, eyes scanning your face for any clue about what was going on inside your head.

You’d always had control over your emotions: soft voices and gentle words didn’t force out tears when you were at breaking point. Yet, the dream had shaken you to an extent you couldn’t grasp. The fear of losing him was more than what you could take, so when the warmth of his voice and the concern in his face met you, your lips quivered.

“Oh, no.” In no time he pulled you into his chest, your head resting underneath his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. A single tear raced down your cheek, and you used the back of your hand to wipe it as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispered, voice low as his fingers stroked your back through the thin material of your shirt. The security and comfort of the action let you release a shaky breath, eyes closing as you inhaled his familiar scent.

The worry in his voice was well masked, but you could detect it as he asked. “Wanna talk about it? You know I’ll always listen to you.”

You bit your lower lip and fixed your gaze at a throw-pillow. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“ Stuff is allowed to be stupid and still matter. I’m not gonna pressure you into anything, but I like hearing what’s on your mind.”

Your stomach fluttered, the softness of his words sending warmth up your spine as an appreciative smile tugged on your lips.

You turned your gaze back at the tv in front of you, letting your eyes stay at the characters as they moved past the screen.

“I guess you just didn’t want me in your life anymore. And I know it doesn’t really make sense - but you just found better people and didn’t really want me.” Playing with the hem of your shirt, you tried to ground yourself as the emotions filled inside you.

“But it… I guess it just hurt a lot, you mean so much to me and the idea of having you just get tired of me…” Your voice trailed off, the image of her body close to his reappearing in your head.

“I could never get tired of you,” he cut you off. “In fact, I can’t get enough of you.”

“For now.”

A soft sigh left your lips as you shifted and placed your body in an upright position, back towards him as you furrowed your brows.

“I know that you care about me, but… one day you’re going to meet someone who just means more. You know?”

Silence fell upon you and the hand that had caressed your skin, stopped.

“No, I don't know. What do you mean?”

You turned towards him, eyes landing on the confused expression painting his features. His eyes bore into yours, waiting expectedly as you bit your lower lip.

“You know what i mean,” you mumbled, looking away and rubbing at a piece of loose skin around your thumb. “One day you’re gonna meet someone and fall in love and I’ll… I won’t really be that important anymore. And that’s fine, of course! It’s just the way it… works.”

Taking in a deep breath, you glanced at him and tried to read the look controlling his face. The intensity of his gaze left you confused as he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.

“I get it, we want to spend time with people we love,” he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat as you looked away again.

“There’s actually this girl I like and I just… I want to be around her all the time.”

His voice was so gentle as he spoke, adoration lacing the tone and you could just feel your chest tightening with jealousy.

“I mean she’s totally clueless: I’ve been trying to hint at how I feel for so long that it’s actually getting ridiculous. But she’s just worth it, so worth it.”

“I can’t get enough of her.” He spoke, voice vulnerable and focused.

You tuned him out, words not registering as you tried to control your breaths which now sounded a little too forced.

He grabbed your hand, his skin warm against yours as he spoke again. “I can’t get enough of you.”

You froze, eyes fixed at your cold hand in his. “Wh- what?” the words stuttered of your tongue and you desperately tried to make some sense of his sentence.

“I can’t get enough of you, can’t you tell?” The softest smile rested on his lips as you peered at him through your lashes.

“You mean that?”

“I mean that.”

You were certain your cheeks tinted with red as your gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips. Voice low, it barely sounded like a whisper as you asked, “can I kiss you?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

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Day 02 of @remadoramicrofics - Cat

“Alright,” Remus said as he, Tonks, and Teddy stepped back into the daylight streaming through Diagon Alley, “all that’s left is a magical companion.”

Tonks clapped her hands excitedly. “Perfect, we’ll get you an owl and then take an ice cream break at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour!”

“Mum, I want a cat,” Teddy said for what felt like the thousandth time.

“We understand, but an owl would, perhaps, be a little more useful,” Remus tried.

“You know your father and I will have an endless supply of letters to send you,” Tonks added.

“I won’t need an owl for that!” Teddy protested, “Dad will be there everyday. Nan said that I could get whatever I wanted.”

“We know,” Remus sighed, “but a cat is a lot of responsibility. Hogwarts will tend for an owl, but you’d be entirely responsible for a cat – on top of being responsible for your studies.”

“I’m not a little kid any more, I know!”

Remus wanted to point out that eleven was far from an adult, but decided to bite down on that fact.

“What if you’re allergic?” Tonks tried.

Teddy folded his arms in front of himself. “I’ll have to get one first to find out.”

In truth, Remus didn’t think a cat would be a terrible amount of responsibility, nor did they have any reason to believe Teddy to be allergic. Rather, Remus Lupin for the first time in eleven years feared that someone he loved would be irreversibly impacted by his disease. When Teddy had first mentioned getting a cat, he and Tonks had discussed it at length. Most of the conversations involved Tonks taking Teddy’s side while Remus worried that his condition would lead to the cat running off or displaying some other behavioral issues.

This fear had then, rapidly, morphed into the fear that his son would hate him for his condition. And of course, the ever-present fear that Teddy would find himself ostracized or ridiculed for his lineage reared its ugly head. Tonks had spent the last week insisting that was ridiculous, but Remus felt the familiar, isolating anxiety clawing at him now, in a busy street with the two people he loved most in the world.

Teddy folded his arms in front of himself, his roots tinging a deep burgundy color. “Why don’t you want me to get a cat?”

Tonks, bless her heart, tried to come up with an argument that they hadn’t already rehearsed and given him, but Remus just sighed; he never wanted his son to think his parents were liars. “Teddy, I know you want a cat, and you’re right, I’m sure things would go fine at Hogwarts, but the cat will have to live at home, too and…well, pets and werewolves, especially cats and werewolves don’t always mix. I wouldn’t want to –”

“How do you know?” his son asked.

“Well, I…I just – it’s, what do you mean?”

“We’ve never had a cat, Dad, so how do you know all cats don’t like you?”

“It’s like the old adage – cat’s and dogs, you know,” Tonks said as she rested a hand on their son’s shoulder.

“But some cats and dogs get along and Dad isn’t a dog. Harry said that Uncle James’s anigamus form was a stag and those aren’t typically friends with wolves.”

“That was a little different, Teddy.”

“Well, can’t we just see? I mean, maybe we could meet a few cats before you outlaw one entirely.”

Remus nodded. “Alright, and maybe you could ask Nan about letting the cat stay there during holidays.”

Teddy rolled his eyes at Remus and Remus was struck, not for the first time, at just how much like his mother he looked. “I won’t get a cat that doesn’t like you, Dad.”

“Well, it’s good to have options,” Remus said, though he didn’t miss the look his son and wife shared as he led them to the magical menagerie.

There wasn’t much room inside. Every inch of wall was hidden by cages. Remus, with his heightened smell and hearing, found the place to be quite overwhelming because the occupants of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering or hissing.

“What about this one?” Teddy said as he pointed to a tabby orange thing flopped onto its back. “I’d name him Gideon.”

“Because Gideon Crumb is a ginger?” Remus ventured.

“I knew you liked the Weird Sisters,” Tonks said enthusiastically.

“Just because I know a member’s name does not mean I enjoy listening to the two of you belt out the lyrics off-key.” That wasn’t entirely true; while Remus didn’t think either of them had a musical career ahead of them, he did quite enjoy the moments where they’d be cleaning their home and Dora and Teddy would turn every song into a duet.

“Can we see that one?” Remus asked the attendant. She wore heavy black spectacles and looked him up and down warily.

“It’s his first year and he’s picking out a companion,” Tonks said as she set a hand on Teddy’s shoulder.

“Yeah, he doesn’t really show any prowess,” she said duly as she pulled the cat from the cage and plopped it, rather ungracefully into Teddy’s arms. He immediately morphed his hair to match.

“You have to admit,” Tonks whispered as Teddy headed to one of the sectioned off areas, “They’re rather cute together.”

“He’d be cute next to a boggart, Dora,” Remus returned fondly.

“Mum, Dad, come meet Gideon.”

Remus took a deep breath and held it as he reached his hand out to the orange tabby. To his surprise, Gideon immediately butted his head into Remus’s palm. “I think he likes you,” Tonks said with a grin as she ruffled Teddy’s hair. “So, now that that’s settled, who’s ready for ice cream?”

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Wednesday prompt if you like it! There is a quote I can't quite remember but goes like 'If you cage me in iron and chains, I'll shatter them. But bind me in silk and spiderweb and I'll barely breathe' - I just love the imagery of it and love the idea of Alec saying it in response to questioning about love/duty.

Okay wow I’ll just say it I loved this quote so deeply and I may end up using it again and also thank you for sharing it. I hope it used it to its justice

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Magnus barely breathes when Alexander finally comes inside.

He’s been quieter this last week.

More worn, his sleep a little more restless but his waking a little longer.

“Alexander—“ Magnus says quietly, a tender offer in his voice and Alec comes in and tucks himself against Magnus.

Finally, when he pulls back, Alexander keeps close to him, his fingers clinging to Magnus’ own.

“What burdens you, my atlas?” Magnus asks and Alexander sighs and tucks his mouth to Magnus’ neck.

“I turned down an offer from the clave today.” Alexander says, “and in turning it down I turned down something on your behalf and I’m sorry. I promised I wouldn’t make choices on your behalf. But I had to Magnus. I’m sorry, I feel like I’m always saying that.”

“Darling, give me a moment.” And Magnus summons a large chair and falls back into, pulling his darling into his lap. “Tell me what’s going on first. Then we’ll discuss it.”

And Magnus holds Alexander as he sighs, as if he truly is atlas and at last can rest.

“The clave offered me a position, as inquisitor. And if I accepted, they’d offer you a position. As the High Warlock of Alicante.” And Alec sighs against him even as Magnus catalogs the information.

“But I don’t want that. It’s just a way to stop me from doing actual work. They’re trying to contain me, to cut me off so I can only go where they point. And I don’t want that for me, for us. We’d be under their wards and they’d know so much about us and—“ Alexander groans, “and you deserve to be respected by the clave. And it’s not fair to you but I wouldn’t trust the clave for this not to be some elaborate trap to get you under their thumb—“

“Hush—“ Magnus says calmly and rubs his hands up and down Alexander’s back. “It’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong sweetheart. I would only have accepted that so we could stay close together. Also I would never have wanted you to make a choice for your career and future based on what I’d prefer.”

“But what made you decide against it?” Magnus asks after a moment, because it’s a prestigious position and it’s unheard of for someone of Alexander's age to be considered, let alone offered.

It’s shocking that it was offered and only more surprising is that he turned it down.

“They’re trying to cage me and trap you. But if they cage me in iron and chains, I'll just shatter them. But you—“ and Alexander barely is breathing as he cups Magnus’ face and looks at him adoringly. The look in his eye is the kind that makes Magnus lose his breath. “You bind me in silk and spiderwebs and magic and I barely breathe for fear I’ll break it.” Alexander leans close and kisses Magnus cheek, his jaw, the corners of his eyes.

“Whatever ties between the clave and I, they are hardly as important compared to you. Not when my lungs ease in your presence. You make it easier to breathe, like a cool breeze on a hot, humid day. I inhale and it’s like the tightness around my chest eases.

“The clave would work me till I break and only piece me together so I can do more. You let me break apart and love me even more. How can the bonds of ties of duty ever outweigh my love for you?”

And Magnus has to kiss him. Has to claim Alexander’s lip in a soft, overwhelming press of lips and the exquisite kiss of teeth when emotions were too much and Magnus is too eager. And Alexander is laughing and crying, his world held in his hands and Magnus kisses his wet cheeks and pulls him closer.

“My darling, my Alexander, my love—“ Magnus says and he cannot imagine explaining how the depth of his emotions are running.

It’s ineffable, to try and contain the emotions he feels into such a simple expression as words.

And Alexander kisses him, lunging forward and rocking into Magnus like he wants to crawl inside and be tucked next to Magnus’ heart.

Where he belongs.

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The Invisible Man (2020)

I “saw” 2020’s The Invisible Man again and liked it even more the second time. Any disappointment you might have once you realize it is not an adaptation of the H.G. Wells novel - or a remake of the excellent 1933 film - will disappear after witnessing the magnificent performance by Elizabeth Moss, the overwhelming sense of paranoia generated by the camerawork, Leigh Whannell’s direction, or the smart way it incorporates themes of domestic abuse into its story.

Cecilia Kass (Elisabeth Moss) escapes her violent, controlling boyfriend with the help of her sister, Emily (Harriet Dyer), her friend James (Aldis Hodge) and his daughter (Sydney (Storm Reid). While hiding from Adrian (Oliver Jackson-Cohen), Cecilia learns from his brother, Tom (Michael Dorman) that he committed suicide after she left. Despite this, she becomes convinced he is alive, that he's found a way to make himself invisible and that he's now stalking her.

The usual rule in movies is “show, don’t tell”, and it’s a testament to the script by Leigh Whannell that he breaks this rule in one important way but that the film still works. What sort of abuse was Cecilia subjected to? We don’t really know. The film begins on the night of her escape. We see her check the clock in the middle of the night, carefully move Adrian’s hand away from her waist, pull a duffel bag out of a ventilation shaft, move a camera away from her exit, go down into the basement to shut off the alarms and carefully make her out. On the outside, the home looks majestic but from our point of view looks like an endless maze of suffocating corridors. Her next move is to climb the wall surrounding the property and then run through the woods to the road where her sister is scheduled to meet her. Later on, Cecilia tells us how Adrian would punish her, how eventually, he didn’t need to because he could foresee her every move and practically read her thoughts. Your imagination fills the gaps, and we’re just getting started.

It doesn’t take us too long to figure out what’s really happening. Adrian has, indeed, made himself invisible. That’s an endlessly more frightening truth than if Cecilia was still trapped inside the house with him. When she and James discuss her fears, the camera always seems a little bit too far away, like a third person needed to be squeezed into the frame. The negative space all around them becomes Adrian. It no longer matters whether he is hiding in that corner or not because he could be and the fact that he COULD be there means he’s there, slowly choking Cecilia just like before. No, not like before. Previously, she had hope. If she could make it off that property and onto the street, she would be free. Now, no one will come to her rescue because everyone believes she’s safe. Anything Cecilia says about Adrian stalking her just makes her seem unstable. Soon, she won’t have a choice. She’ll willingly decide to go back to him just so she can stop wondering if she’s being stalked or not.

Enough praise cannot be showered upon Moss for her performance as Cecilia. She plays this horribly broken person with pinpricks of who she must’ve been before Adrian showing up here and then. She’s so frightened of him that you can’t help feeling the same, particularly in those long shots at night when the camera simply stares at an empty door frame. We know there’s someone there. So does Cecilia. It’s like she’s been around the monster for so long that she can also read his thoughts. Rather than prove an advantage, it’s merely another reason to be terrified. He doesn’t need to even utter threats anymore. The threats are already there and whatever she can think of, he can counter with ease. She’s smart so there is hope but talk about an uphill battle and since this is a horror movie, you don’t know how it’s going to end. I’ll give you a hint: it’s a pitch-perfect conclusion.

The Invisible Man is genuinely frightening and it creates terror without resorting to cheap tricks. The picture heaps suspense upon suspense, makes sure you’re invested by fashioning these great characters and gives the roles to actors who are up to the task. Masterfully directed, fresh, and relevant, it’s not merely a great horror film; it’s a great film period. (June 10, 2022)

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Granite - Percy De Rolo

Granite - Sleep Token - Percy De Rolo

Pairing: Percy De Rolo x (Fem)Reader

Tags: ANGST

CW: None

A/N: I do not own any of the characters, images, script, or any other content associated with or a part of The Legend of Vox Machina or Critical Role. I do not own any of the rights to the song or lyrics of “Granite” by Sleep Token.

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Granite

She was sprinting with everything she had, but she knew there was no way she could out run the mercenaries that were on her tail. Where the HELL is Percy?! She internally screamed as she stumbled over a body and fell. She looked in horror at what must have been one of the villagers of this town before the carnage. Movement caught her eye and she quickly scrambled up, seeing multiple bows being drawn, arrows pointing at her. Suddenly a burning crate smashed down right in front of her, being thrown from somewhere. Fear shot through her as she realized she had no escape. She heard the snap of the arrows being released and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for them to pierce her skin.

But she was swept up by someone and tossed into a door that was obscured in the shadows. She opened her eyes to see that Percy had wrapped her up in his arms, his body shielding hers, and used the momentum to throw them through the door. She looked up to his eyes and her breath stalled, he had saved her. He stared back, an intense look in his green eyes that she couldn’t identify. They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other with an intensity she had never experienced.

“We have to go, the wagon is just over here” he said, breaking whatever spell was over them. She tried to stop her racing heart as she followed him to the waiting supplies they had been after. She couldn’t tell if her heart was so erratic because of the near death experience, or if her feelings for Percy had overwhelmed her at the worst time possible. She shook her head, trying to clear it. He had already turned her down once, months ago after she confessed that she was in fact falling in love with him. Ever the gentleman, he tried to let her down softly but firmly. Saving her a moment ago was just a routine ‘saving a teammate’. Nothing more.

She climbed up into the wagon and had barely sat down when Percy snapped the reins and the horses took off. Neither said a word as they sped away from the wreckage of the village.

“The horses are tired Percy, we need to let them rest. We already know we’re not going to make the rendezvous time” She chided, feeling bad for pushing the poor animals. Percy just frowned further. He had been on edge ever since they started back with the supplies they were able to scavenge. So on edge she swore she could see the tiniest sliver of black smoke leaking out from his mouth.

Sulfur on your breath, she thought, Granite in my chest, as she focused on this heavy sinking feeling that had been present ever since she tried to shake off their early intense moment.

“Percy, I know that we weren’t as successful as we had hoped, but we got something…” She tried to reason.

“Oh yes. We took what meager supplies were left from a town that the Briarwoods ravaged for entertainment. Great Success.” He bit out, his voice hard. She pressed her lips together in a line, irritated at his attitude, but trying to be understanding for all he had been through.

“I’m sorry, I know that was probably difficult for you to see that. Once we get home You won't ever have to talk about it”

They sat in uneasy silence for a moment before he bit out, “I’ll never want to talk about it” She bit her tongue, trying really hard to clamp down on the anger rising in her.

“Your Fury is too damn late, Percy. What happened, happened. And I’m sorry it happened, but you have to move forward or else what is the point? We all care about you Percy, we don’t want to see this eat you alive. I know with anger that Reason dislocates, but Percy…” she trailed off seeing the hard look on his face, the anger bubbling just below the surface. She looked at him for a moment, really studying the anger in the creases between his eyes and the clenching of his jaw.

“Thank you…for earlier” She said in a soft voice, trying to change the subject.

“We won't ever have to talk about it” He bit back at her, while still focusing on the road and the reins in his hands. She sat back in the seat of the wagon, staring forward and sighed to herself. You'll never want to talk about it, she said to herself internally.

They continued on through the night, exhaustion getting the best of both of them, and wearing their patience thin. The only sound for a few hours had been the creaking of the wagon and the clip clop of the horses hooves. She tried a few more times to engage in some kind of conversation, being wary of his anger. He continually brushed her off with short replies or sometimes just a grunt. Her irritation kept building until she finally snapped at him.

“You can speak to me, you know. We have a long night ahead of us, I was more than just a body in your passenger seat.”

“What do you want Y/N.” He deadpanned.

“What is up with you, why are you refusing to speak with me?” She demanded, “We were successful. We got supplies for the Whitestone refugees. We got out in one piece. We did everything we could. So what is your problem?”

“You may not be concerned with your own well being, But I am” He spat back, glaring at her before realization dawned in his eyes and he snapped his head back to the road.

She sat there stunned for a moment, before a powerful emotion rose in her that she couldn’t quite put a name to.

“So you’re now concerned. Now. After…” She began but he abruptly cut her off.

“I’ve always been concerned. I just couldn’t…You pulled away, you put distance here.” Percy’s voice cracked for a moment, but he refused to look at her.

“After you told me no! I was respecting your wishes!” She all but shouted.

“You emotionally left! You were here but you weren’t Y/N. You’ve been just a shell, and constantly putting yourself in danger!” Percy’s voice was raised and he was breathing hard. Now only half paying attention to driving the horses and wagon.

“Between the second-hand smoke and the glass on the street in Whitestone, You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave” She said with an edge, incredulous that he was trying to put this on her. “You can be so selfish sometimes, Percival”. He glared at that.

“You say you want mе, but you know I'm not what you need” He said in a firm voice, turning his attention back to the road.

They sat in charged silence for a moment until she softly replied, “You may not be sure of what I need, But I am”. Percy’s nostrils flared as he almost dropped the reins turning to face her.

“When you sit there acting likе you know me, you think you have everything worked out. You think you have feelings for me, but this is a schoolgirl crush, this is a physical attraction, Acting like you only brought me in to get below me. I’m constantly fighting to avenge my family who were murdered by a goddamn necromancer and vampire, Never mind the death threats that occur to everyone who is ever around me. The kindest thing I can do for you is parting at the doorway! But you're acting like you would Rather be six feet under than be lonely.” He was breathing hard again, face flushed, and once again not paying attention to the road. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Y/N.

“So what do you do after that, hmm? When you’ve exacted your revenge? This is consuming you Percy! And if you had a problem with my confession a few months ago, then you should have told me, 'Fore you started getting all aggressive and controlling. You think you know what’s best for everyone, but do you ever stop to think about what everyone wants? Not what you think we need, but what we want?. You can be such a self righteous bastard, You only drink the water when you think it's holy.” She was breathing just as hard, ready to stare him down as long as she needed to until she realized the horses were pulling them off the road and towards the grass.

“So keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever” She clipped out, jerking her chin towards the road, crossing her arms, then leaning back in the seat. A silent signal that for the moment she was done talking about this. Percy sucked in a breath as if to retort, but let it out and turned back to driving.

They drove through the night, neither speaking until the first light of the sun started creeping over the horizon.

“You were more than just somebody I was destined to meet” She softly commented, not looking directly at him. Percy didn’t respond for several minutes.

“I see you go half-blind when you're looking at me, and that scares me. One day it’s going to get you killed. You may not be worried for your safety, But I am.” He confessed in a similar soft tone.

“You know I'm not what you need” He asserted once more, watching the sky fade from dark to light pink. “I’m not willing to give up avenging my family, but I’m also not willing to risk you in the process. I can’t give you what you want. You can’t wait for me.” Percy sighed. He wasn’t going to deny his feelings for her anymore, but he was going to be realistic.

“Someone has to keep an eye on you Percy. You criticize me for ‘being reckless’ with my life, but you are doing the same thing with your quest for revenge. I’m in love with you, even if you can be a selfish bastard. And you may not want to accept that, but it’s true. So I’m not giving up on you.” She reached over to pull on the reins to stop the horses. Percy frowned at her, but didn’t stop her. She looked into his eyes, and they shared that intense look again, but this time they both understood what the other was not saying.

“Percy, you may not be concerned for your life, for your soul, But I am”.

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Decided to whip up a little fic for @sveene based on some headcanons she had about Mandroid and Tara.

Tara was reading on her patio when Stephen appeared in his mech armor. He was finally allowed outside of the GHOST base since he had been on good behavior. The fact he wasn’t using the avatar was surprising though.

“You look like you have something on your mind.” she said while closing the book.

His fingers twitched. “I’d like to show you something.” She watched as he lowered his main window and stuck his head out. “I want to show you my inner workings.”

Her eyes narrowed in confusion before going wide with astonishment. “Wait, you’re saying that you want me to get in the armor? Are you sure that’s okay?”

He nodded. “You won’t damage anything. If you don’t want to, I understand. The view inside is… alien.”

“I’m just surprised since you’re usually so secretive about your body. I understand why though.”

He held his right organic hand out. “With how our relationship has evolved, I want to show you how serious I am.”

She was so happy she felt like crying. “You put a lot of thought into this. Of course I’ll look.”

Leaning down, he stroked her face with the side of his thumb. “You’ve given me so much while I’ve done so little. This body limits me on what I can do to show you how I feel so this invitation is the most intimate thing I can think of.” He suddenly looked nervous. “Be warned, inside the armor can be overwhelming at first. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, please tell me.”

His head retreated back into the armor while his hand wrapped around her torso. He lifted her into the air above the window before lowering her inside. The first thing she was aware of was heat. It reminded her of how warm his body was when he was sick. All around her were cables, metal, and organic material bathed under magenta tinted lighting. She had no idea what to make of it all. The thickest cable of all had to be his neck.

She couldn’t stop herself from gasping as she studied it. His neck was much longer than she realized. Right now, it looked like a large snake was curled around her. If she was able to think logically, it would make sense for his neck to be longer so that he could maneuver to whatever window he wanted. She was grateful with the amount of view ports at his disposal because otherwise she assumed it would be an even more hellish experience being inside his body.

His face immediately appeared in front of her when tears started running down her cheeks.

“Tara, do you want to leave?” he asked in concern.

Her arms went around his neck so she could press him against her. She sobbed when she felt their cheeks touch.

“I had no idea that this is what you have to deal with everyday. Was this really the only way?” she choked.

“You’re… not afraid?” His voice was shaky. She had no idea what his expression was, but knew that he was crying as well. He rubbed his face against her and coiled the rest of his neck around her in a makeshift hug.

They stayed in that position for a while, the outside world forgotten. Neither of them wanted to break the contact they shared even after their tears ceased.

“Thank you for showing me this, Stephen.” she said softly.

“You’re welcome, Tara. I’m so relieved that your tears weren’t from fear. Thank you.” He moved away from her. “This has been overwhelming for the both of us. Would you like to leave?”

She let out a long exhale. “Yeah, now would be a good time.”

His hand reached in and pulled her out in one fluid motion. She was left in the air for a brief moment before his head was in sight in order to place her on a chair.

She stretched her arms and legs. “Thanks, I don’t think I’m up for standing just yet. You don’t need to disinfect it inside or anything since I’ve been in there?”

He shook his head. “No, part of the atmosphere in my body is infused with a harmless chemical to keep it sterile at all times.”

“There’s so much going on in there that I’m having trouble wrapping my head around it.”

“I don’t expect you to understand it on a technical level. I just wanted to share it with you.”

She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “I’m so grateful for that.”

#tf #tfe #transformers #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark #dr. meridian #mandroid #tfe mandroid #earthspark mandroid #writing #my writing #tara singer #fic #fanfiction

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ameliawarnerr · 2 years

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Evanescent

(She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.)

Part 10

(Part 9: here)

MC’s POV

I close my eyes and let myself relax in the hot water. Though my mind is anything right now but relaxed. Since Jake walked out of that door, I'm incapable of forming coherent thoughts. It's like my mind is shut down and all I can hear is my heart bearing in a distance.

It’s so uncomfortably quiet. I have no idea what Dan might be thinking of this entire situation. I did not get a chance to talk to him. Alex is somehow calm but that's unhelpful. Alex is a token of reality and Jake is like an illusionary world full of love and happiness with a greater magnetic force than that of earth. Still, I find myself getting compelled to choose the reality.

The uncertainty of my decision sends me to the very edge. Taking decisions— it has never been my favourable position. The fear of regret never lets me decide. Because of that, I have let people decide for me. If anything regretful happens I’d simply put the blame on them. But right now, there is no one taking decision for me. If I choose the wrong path— I will be the one to regret. The previous face off with regret almost put me in denial.

After I read Rose’s message about my mother's death, I cried myself to sleep. The next morning I woke up— I was in denial. I forgot it ever happened and missed the funeral. The next day, I came across Rose’s text again and I broke again as if it was the first time realising my mother is dead.

The warmth of the water calms me down a bit. I severely lack the motivation to get out of the bathroom. If anything, I’ll sleep right in this water. Because I am so undeniably tired.

Everyone might be expecting me to make a life changing decision right now but here I am drowning in my incompetence.

Now when I am trying to make it right, I'm breaking someone else.

Sometimes, I wonder if Jake and I share that kind of love that would make it hard to live without eachother. But when I look into those emarald eyes of his, all these doubts evaporates.

I somehow manage to dry myself and put on a knee-length robe. The room doesn't match the brightness of the bathroom. The curtains are drawn and lights are off. Maybe I left it that way or maybe I didn't.

Without knocking into something, I make it safely to the side table to have my phone. As I switch it on, light blinds me. With the little light, I manage to notice a figure lying on the bed.

My heart makes its presence known by beating faster and louder. No movement or no noise comes from Jake. Maybe he is already asleep. I stand there staring at him. Overwhelming tears build up in eyes and I cannot see clearly anymore. Well, neither can my consciousness when I dare lie beside him.

I lie motionless as an inanimate object. Five minutes of going through the pros and cons, I turn around towards him. My hand hovers over his body as another debate starts between my heart and mind. My eyes opened widely as I try to look at his face. Even his asleep face looks tired. He really need this sleep.

I slowly take my hand back. I don't want to disturb him with my sudden urge to have him in my arms. I’m about close my eyes when Jake’s hand wraps around my waist. As I try to process that, Jake pulls me towards him still in sleep. His face dangerously close to mine. If he- or I, move a bit, his lips would be on my cheek.

My side of bed is left vacant. At this point, I let myself fall prey to my urges. I wrap my hand around his waist. Even in sleep, he gets the messages and pulls me even closer. His leg pushed slighting between mine. I shuffle a little, my head now against his chest and I try hard to be still and let him sleep.

I fail terribly. Everything we did ever since saw eachother comes to me in flashes. And I can't help but to sniff a little. I curse slightly, trying to pull myself away before I start waking him up. But I guess I already did that.

As I try to get out of his grip, he only tightens his hold. His hand from my waist travels up to my head and I am sure he is awake now.

Guilt starts taking over me. “I’m sorry to wake—”

“Stay.” He whispers.

I forget how to breath. Maybe if I had forgotten how to perform fundamental functions of life before, like breathing, the people around mine would have to go through this much.

“Jake, that's—”

He suddenly pulls back and I can see his face. His eyes are insane. They make me go insane. His gaze pulls every ounce of sleepiness out of me.

“Selfish? Reckless? Not the right thing to do? I don't care. The only person I care about is you and if you are getting away from me then I don't mind doing reckless things.” His chest rises and falls.

“You are putting me in a difficult spot here.” Excuses. Excuses. Excuses.

“Then what am I supposed to do? Let you go? You think, this isn't a difficult position itself?”

My breath hitches. The closeness of his body doesn't help either but I'm incapable of pulling away. “I don’t know what to do, Jake. I’m scared. I have no idea if I should keep avoiding it or face it. I want to run away. Again. But I don't think that's a healthy way to deal with problems. I’ve tried running away, I’ve tried avoiding it and, and,” Pushing words out of my pith is becoming a difficult task. “I can't do this anymore. I mean, how long,” I don't finish it. “I though someone would understand. I though you would—”

He pulls me into a hug again and hides his face in the crook of my neck, his hand still on my hair– caressing it. “I understand. I'm sorry. Just know that I will never despise you for what you are doing. We never made any promises anyway, did we?” His tone lighten. “I'm glad we didn't.”

I am not sure how to take it so I let it be. I solely focus on his embrace around me. In his arms, the time stops. I feel like I have eternity to deal with my problems and right now I can just be here, with him. The world and everything in it feels far far away. Euphoric— that's how I feel.

I catch a little, “You’ll be okay.” And drift further into my safe space.

When my eyes open again, my Euphoria

My Euphoria

It's gone.

In his place lies a letter.

It is just a piece of paper, it's not a letter, I tell myself. Without caring about my appearance right now, I leave the bed. I search the bathroom— no one, empty. With a rush of anxiousness, I hurriedly search the whole first floor.

Breakfast.

He might be having breakfast. I descend the stairs in a clumsy way, skipping one or two. The table is empty.

My heart flashes the worst case scenarios. “Dan!” I shout.

Dan appears from his room. “What's wrong?” His voice is low and his hair messed up. He was still sleeping. My head snap towards the clock— it's still early.

“Jake. Where's he?”

“Huh? I just woke up.”

No, no, no—

I run, run like a hydra headed monster is chasing me. My steps get slower as I reach my our temporary room. They get even slower as I approach the bed and the piece of paper the letter on it.

I take it in my hand and turn it over.

To Amelia

Forgot how to breath. Forgot to stand— I'm on the floor.

I open it.

Dear dangerously beautiful Amelia,

Firstly, I am sorry.

Secondly, I love you.

So much that I am sure I would not be able to bear the sight of you leaving.

Do you remember when you held a grudge (for five minutes) because I used to read your texts? Well, you can hold a grudge forever against me for leaving earlier.

Maybe it was mistake. Maybe Us was a mistake. But it was the most alluring mistake I ever commited. And far from being something I regret. I will never ever regret anything we did. I hope you feel the same.

Thirdly, thank you.

For finding Hannah with me.

For trusting me.

For making me experience things I never thought I would.

For loving me.

For making me such an important person in your life that leaving became a difficult decision to make.

For making me a reason to stay.

For being my reason to stay.

But sometimes some relations overpower others.

Sometimes, people are so exquisite that they are only worthy of being in unforgettable memories.

Don't forget me, okay?

;)

— Jake

She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.

He was the evanescent of her life— there and gone.

—The End—

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FIRSTLY, I AM SORRY!

Secondly, the Epilogue will be there! (YOU CAN ALSO TELL ME IF YOU WANT TO SEE ANYTHING PARTICULAR IN THE EPILOGUE)

Thirdly, ...........I'm sad......how about a sequel?

The insecurity level before posting this chapter gotta be the HIGHEST I have ever reached!

So lemme know if I messed up...

Anyway!!!

Is this the end???? Damn!

I made it!

Because of you!!

Lemme know you fav part of the whole fic!

Thank youu

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squirrelsjunegloom · 2 years

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Egyptian Delights

Warnings: None really, just Steven discovering Marc and goes to a little baker for comfort. Mainly fluffy, hint’s of angst. This could be read alone but it’s up to you to decide what you want!

Enjoy folks!

Part 1 - Vegan Treats

*gif is not mine

After the first encounter at the little Vegan Café, Steven had stopped by a few more times to speak with the sweet Y/n, who had him honestly put him under some spell, he was sure of it. She was the nicest person he had met so far in his life and never felt so much happiness, with someone before.

Y/n too, had gained a crush on the magical Steven Grant, with so much knowledge about Egypt. He had helped her brainstorm some ideas for some future treats she could experiment with. She had tried some and had Steven taste test some for his opinion, as much as he was too nice to ever say anything bad, Y/n could tell when something never worked out, he would try to politely eat every last bit of it, no matter, how much Y/n said that ‘if it isn’t any good then don’t force yourself,’.

Steven would always finish to the last bite. Y/n had come to like Steven and had secretly given him a few discounts when he had a drink and something to eat.

Today had been a little more stressful then the last few for Steven. He had been missing time and he freaked out he wasn’t sure what was happening with him anymore and so he just wanted to get to that delightful café and hopefully Y/n would be there to listen to him.

He practically ran to the little café and shoved the door open, apologising to an elderly lady leaving, for being in such a hectic rush. It was a few minutes before he could finally step foot in the warm homely café.

Y/n was out back and had just come to the front to find a frazzled Steven standing before her. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair a mess and he looked downright terrified and ready to break.

“Go sit down Steven, I’ll be with you in a moment,” Y/n spoke gently to him.

Steven did as she said and tried to calm himself, feeling so overwhelmed with all the new information he’d been given in basically the last few hours. She swift served other patrons and made a cup for Steven and herself, bringing a newer treat for him to try, although she didn’t care if he had any critiques, because he looked like he was stuck in his head, staring at his reflection.

“So, Steven, what have you got for me today?” she smiled gently, placing the plate and cup down in front of him. Steven was momentarily distracted by Y/n.

Clearing his throat he replied, “I’m must look a mess, I’m so sorry to bother you, I should go, maybe?” he began muttering to himself. Y/n reached out and placed a gentle hand on the table, offering it to him to take it, he did so hesitantly.

“Whatever you need to say Steven I will listen to you, you’re not a bother and you look like you need someone to talk to, and what better place than here,” she tried to cheer him up a bit.

That relaxed Steven somewhat and so he opened up, told her all about the recent discoveries he found, purely by accident. Y/n listened intently, occasionally having to tell him to breathe because he tried to say too much at one point and ran out of breath.

Y/n felt a little bad, because she wasn’t sure how she could possibly help him. With all that he had told her, about Marc, losing his job at the museum, the God, Khonshu who apparently had him, or... well Marc to do things in the name of Khonshu to protect the travellers of the night.

Y/n looked down sadly at her lap, she wished there was some way she could ease Steven’s worries and fears, but Y/n didn’t know how. How could she help, it wasn’t like she could just take away his memories and return him to his informative bookworm encyclopedia self, the gentle kind man who helped her brainstorm ideas.

“I don’t know what to say Steven, I want to help you, anything you need, just let me know and I will give it to you, but I’m sorry I can’t be of more help to you,” tears gathered in her eyes.

“It’s alright love, I think I honestly just needed to talk to someone about this, and you have done enough by simply listening to me ramble,” he chuckled awkwardly.

Y/n gave a gentle smile, and nodded, somewhat eased by Steven’s reassurance, but a small bit of guilt bubbled up, feeling bad that Steven had to reassure her, when she should be giving him assurances that everything would be alright.

Steven’s eyes were drawn towards the clock, “Oh bollocks, I better get going, look how late it is and I kept you here,” Steven flustered, tried to pack his bag up and neatly stack his plate and utensils nicely to make it easier for Y/n.

“Oh, don’t worry about that Steven, it’s alright, you go ahead, and go home to get some rest,” Y/n offered kindly, “I’ll be right here, I don’t have much to clean up and tomorrow’s a day off for me,” she assured him, Steven gave a blinding happy smile.

“Later Gators,” He smiled and left, Y/n felt a smile creep onto her face, even after everything he had told her, she was happy he could still smile, because she was sure the world would lose a little bit of happiness if Steven Grant ever stopped smiling.

#moon knight #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven with a v #fluff #slight angst #comfort

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kakashiswilloffire · 2 years

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dysthymia pt. 10

kakashi debates the merits of an inpatient pysch program

tw: depression, self harm mention, suicidal thoughts

wc: 655

ao3

pt. 09 / pt. 11

He settled onto the couch in the office, swallowing once more despite his throat being dry.

“How are you doing?” the therapist began, tone light. They typed at the computer, pulling up his file.

“Not good,” he answered.

The therapist blinked, then sat back to look at him. “Yeah? How not good?”

He cleared his throat and leaned forward. “Look, I’m going to establish something before we get into this. I want to be honest. If you think at the end of this conversation that I need to go back to the inpatient program, I’ll cooperate, but I need you to work with me so I can be a voluntary admit. Deal?”

The provider nodded, leaning in to match his energy. “I don’t want the inpatient program to be a punishment for you. If we agree that it’s going to help you, absolutely we’ll discuss that. There are very, very few reasons that I would have to commit you without your consent, and I don’t see them applying to your situation.”

That was something, at least. He settled back, fighting the urge to grab one of the couch cushions and crush it against his chest.

“Okay. The last few days have sucked. I keep feeling these intense urges to self-harm, and they’re escalating to the point where I want to die. Like, I had the thought today that if someone yelled at me during the morning drills, I would walk away and kill myself on the spot. That’s not normal.”

A sip of tea, some attentive nodding.

“I called the crisis line the other night. I was sitting on my bed, holding a pocketknife, and I just kept opening the blade, running the flat of it against my skin, and then I’d turn it on its edge and just freeze. I’d close the blade, set it down, and then pick it right back up again and repeat the process. When I called and told them what was going on, they talked me down and were able to get me to stabilize, but I was prepared then for them to ask me to come in. They let it slide because I had this appointment scheduled with you today.”

A scribble on a post-it note.

“I don’t really know what to do at this point. I’m not sure what’s bringing these feelings on, all I know is I’m spending way more time than normal thinking about not being alive.”

The next hour passed too quickly as Kakashi tried to lay out the pieces of his brain for the provider to examine, clean up, and re-assemble.

Finally, the time came. “So, what would you like to do?”

He froze. “You want me to decide?”

The final dregs of tea were thrown back as the provider settled against the back of their chair. “What do you feel is best for you right now? We’ve established that you don’t actually want to die, you’re just feeling overwhelmed and burnt out and need a break. What would it look like if you took a couple days off the mission rotation?”

It was Kakashi’s turn to blink. “I can’t do that.”

“You could if you were inpatient.”

A mixture of fear and relief spread through his chest. He felt mentally stable enough to go back to his apartment. He knew he could make it through the next twelve hours without hurting himself, and probably even longer. However…

“If I went in, they would probably feed me more regularly than I feed myself.”

The therapist nodded, fully focused on Kakashi. “Do you want to go home?”

The silence lasted a full thirty seconds as the debate raged through his mind. Finally, the decision was clear.

“If I decide in a couple of days that I can’t do this any longer, can I change my mind and admit myself?”

“Absolutely. We’re open twenty-four seven, and we want to do whatever is best for you.”

#kakashi fanfiction #kakashi oneshot #kakashi angst #kakashi has dysthymia #tw self harm #tw suicide #tw depression

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zizidowntherabbithole · 3 months

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You Have a Cold Heart, You’re Reckless and Distant, but I’ll be Persistent, I will Understand You

“He killed 83 people in 2 days, Natasha,” Tony points out. She gives him a look like, ‘ok and?’ and he rolls his eyes. “Natasha no. You are not that stupid. He needs to be taken care of but you and I both know that you going out and finding him by yourself is a horrible decision. He’d snap your neck in a heartbeat. You’re strong, you’re skilled, you are not, however, a GOD.”

Natasha rolls her eyes. “Well someone needs to do it, right?” she asks. “And from what I’ve seen…” she trails off. “I’m the only person actually willing to get business done.” Something about the serum given to Black Widows takes away a great chunk of fear factor. A blessing and a curse. She’s not afraid to run into battle with a handgun and a taser, she’s also not afraid of diving off enormous cliffs- which can only help unless it kills her.

“Nat,” Tony sighs. “I love ya, and I trust ya, but Loki is a vile specimen like no other.” In his opinion, anyone who could knowledgeably kill dozens of children, entire families, innocent people, are vile. Doesn’t matter that it’s just ‘part of his nature’ or even if he has some kind of ‘childhood trauma’. Tony’s got childhood trauma, he isn’t enslaving and murdering dozens to hundreds of innocents.

“Tony, I’m gonna do it whether you want me to or not,” she says, “but if you wanna help me. You could help me find out where his current whereabouts are.” She gives him a cheeky smile and Tony rolls his eyes again.

“Oh, Tasha,” he sighs. “He’s in Norway. Eastern Norway, but that’s all I know.”

“Ok,” she sighs and leans back in her chair. “Norway’s pretty,” she says, “fun little vacation. And I’ll chop off the bitch’s head.”

“Natasha!”

“What?” she asks. “How else am I supposed to kill him? Hasn’t he ‘died’ like five times? Chop off the head. Simple. And he’ll fucking die this time. And nobody will have to worry about him ever again.”

Tony looks at her like she’s crazy. “I wish you luck, crazypants.” She throws a pen at his face and he breaks into snickers.

Natasha makes her way to Eastern Norway, and simply asks around. Like, surely, there is at least one person aware of the norse god living somewhere in their country? And turns out he’s in some manor in Trøndelag. Despite the overwhelming amount of snow, there’s beautiful gardens surrounding the whole manor.

And because Natasha’s little rental car gave up couple miles ago, she’s trudging through the snow, basically climbing to get to Loki’s fucking house.

And of course, because this is just her luck, she falls through some kind of mini pond. She gets out and immediately her clothes freeze and cling to her body and oh shit- she might pass around right about now, she just got a whole lot colder.

Before she can hit the ground, she gets enveloped in warmth and opens her eyes to a fireplace. She’s still soaking wet, but she isn’t frozen to her clothes anymore. She touches her stringy, wet hair and sniffles. “Hello?” she asks. Did she pass out? What did she miss- she must be forgetting something, right?

“Hello, darling,” Loki says in a low, almost charming voice. A tall man with long black hair and icy blue eyes walks over to her. He’s wearing nothing more than sweatpants. No shirt and- it’s unexpected to see his muscle definition. He looked so scrawny last time she saw him. “Well don’t stare, that's rude,” he says. “You’re lucky I brought you in. You probably would have frozen to death out there.”

“Wha?” she asks softly. Things are moving a little slow in her head still. She’s still thawing out.

“You're frozen and bleeding and bruised,” he sighs. “Poor thing, really. Stand up, come with me.” She looks at him like he's talking in tongues because this is not the vile man she’s heard of- the vile man she’s seen before. He bends down and picks up her curled up body, and carries her to a large bedroom with a bathroom connected.

“Where you carrying me?” she shivers.

“I’m just taking you to the bathroom, there’s everything you’ll need, and some towels and clothes on the counter,” he says. “Get warmed up and comfortable. Then you’re welcome to come talk with me over tea. I have nothing better to do right now.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

She’s left by herself for a little while. She takes advantage of the shower, and then the bath, before stepping out, drying off, and putting on the obnoxiously revealing silk slip. It is soft, and the deep green compliments her ivory skin and strawberry hair.

She pads out of the bedroom and follows the smell of vanilla and honey. It’s so… weird to see the God making two cups of tea. When he hands her a cup of tea and leads her back over to the fireplace, she finally looks at him in disgust. “Are you about to kill me?”

“Oh, darling,” he shakes his head and laughs. “Isn’t that the whole reason you came here? To kill me?” Before she can lie or protest he raises a hand to silence her. “No no,” he says, “don’t lie. I know your motives. But I couldn’t leave such an intriguing heroine out in the snow like that. Impressive the lengths you went through to come and kill me.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re oddly charming.”

“You’ve never had this long of a conversation with me,” he says. “Now. Why don’t you tell me something about yourself, Natalia?”

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racke7 · 11 months

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Actually... hmm...

For all of my general shrug-worthy ambivalence towards Sanji, he plays a major part of the only “idea” I can really think of for an OC-addition to the Strawhats.

What is this idea? Well, since I won’t ever write it, I guess I’ll share:

Our OC is a tiny slip of a boy who REALLY hates how people keep looking down on him. To the point where he joins up with the biggest baddest crew he can find (with a dream to basically become “the Strongest Man in the World” so that nobody calls him “tiny” or “girly” or anything else like that ever again). Which, as he’s born in the East Blue, means Krieg.

He survives long enough to join in on the attack on the Baratie, and through some level of convolution ends up trying to fight Sanji. Only to have Sanji (being the kind of guy he is) refuse to fight back, because OC is a girl.

OC is very upset about that, because he has a penis, so there! And Sanji is just like “... why would that make you not-a-girl?“ which is obviously treated as some mixture between hilarious and absurd by their surroundings. Except OC is now kind of hesitating about fighting Sanji, because they’ve been suppressing themselves for pretty much their entire life at this point, and they’re getting a bit overwhelmed by this crack in the load-bearing wall.

Things happen pretty much the same as canon. Except by the end of it, OC looks at a crew of tough men who laughed at her being called a “girl” and a boy who looked at her and saw her. And if she’s a girl, then she doesn’t really have a place on Krieg’s crew (because some misogyny about women on the sea).

OC is really awkward about it, but asks to join Luffy’s crew, since that’s where Sanji will be going. Luffy asks for her dream, and she has to figure out how to reconcile her new identity with “the Strongest Man” (the Man-part specifically), but she DOES still want to become strong (now she’s just struggling with “why” she wants to do it), so Luffy laughs and welcomes her aboard (”is gender something you eat?”).

Sanji treats OC like a girl, and OC is kind of vibrating with glee at it, which is encouraging Sanji to keep treating her ever-more exaggeratedly as a girl, which she clearly enjoys.

Canon probably plays out without any big changes, beyond OC and Sanji having a weird probably-romantic relationship.

OC thinks that “Sanji flirting with girls” is basically just how Sanji works, and she wouldn’t change it, because it makes him happy. But “girls flirting back with Sanji” is obviously enemy-action and they should absolutely immediately shove that girl down a cannon and fire her towards the horizon.

(OC isn’t overly suspicious about most people, so Nami/Usopp/etc use this weak-spot of hers as a way to convince her something Bad is afoot. Mainly by briefly mentioning that they looked “really interested in Sanji-” “They’re evil!”.)

Despite OC realizing that she’s a girl, she’s not very good at “being womanly” (something she admires Nami for being), and is used enough to stabbing her way through most problems that Usopp is almost willing to classify her as an “honorary monster”, even if she isn’t quite that strong (yet).

Chopper joins the crew and gets her HRT, because that’s a thing (”It is?!” “Y-yes?”), which leads to wonderful moments such as OC gleefully slamming the kitchen-door open and telling Sanji to touch her boobs (”I have boobs now! Touch them! They’re so soft!”). So Sanji gets a lot of resistance-training as a result.

Sanji’s feelings towards transvestites would be explored and likely determined as a matter of his “gender-radar” showing huge error-signs when confronted with transvestites (neither men nor women) and him responding to that mind-breaking reality with “fight or flight”.

(OC likely has a lot of fears about Sanji ever finding her “creepy”, and Sanji would likely catch on to that and try to reassure her. Even if it might mean confronting his own complicated feelings about gender.)

So, this specific addition to the Strawhats would give us:

A romance

(Sanji and OC being weirdly adorable and hilarious about their feelings)

Gender-stuff

(OC being trans, and Sanji confronting his internalized misogyny)

Another violence-happy lunatic on the crew

(”Why does your plan to defeat Crocodile include stabbing the waitress?” “She’s obviously an evil spy!“ “She was just complimenting his suit!”)

(“Look, we can argue all day about whose fault it was that someone got stabbed-” “It was your fault!” “But we’ll never know for sure-” “You did the stabbing!”)

Another girl

(Nami getting to be the big-sister for once, and Robin enjoying having someone who laughs at her very-morbid jokes.)

And... yeah. I like OC. They’re a fun character, and could add something interesting to One Piece that I’d probably enjoy a lot.

And that wouldn’t be possible without Sanji.

#one piece #anime #stories #story ideas #gender #musings

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bluebiiird · 1 year

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Sometimes I worry that I don’t understand things properly. I’m a highly emotional person, having gone through life in an emotional war, front and center at all times. A young girl with a mom too busy to notice her alcoholic husband was abusing in daughters in more way than one, and a dad too sick to care. too tired from his own life of trauma and divorce that took his daughters away because he couldn’t handle his own life as it was. I took salvation in my room, despite knowing at any time it could open and become a world of hell. knowing that at all times hell was on the other side of that door. i walked through life on tip toes and wide eyes being hyper aware of those around me hoping to sneak through the interactions enough to return to as much of a safe place i could find.

as i got older and started realizing what was effecting me so intensely, i found a new salvation. driving in the car with my mom, listening to AFI and iron maiden and whatever else would come on the radio as we drove for miles and miles. sometimes near the coast, sometimes to las vegas to care for my sweet grandmother. i grew so close to her, and came so close to telling her what was happening at home behind closed doors. my mom knew, and chose to turn her cheek. it’s a lot to process, but i’ve spoken and written these words so many times i feel numb towards it. it still impacts me daily in ways i’m still learning. i’m pretty sure i have borderline personality disorder, though my therapist would only confirm that i have PTSD. i’m close to my mother now, however she still speaks as if there is another world i’m never going to be apart of within her, and i get only tiny bits of love/attention/affection before she returns to it and i don’t exist. my dad cares as much as he can, but with both i just feel this overwhelming sense of “they tried, they can never be what i needed” and that makes me feel like a shitty person, but it simultaneously helps me grow from it.

my failed relationship with dylan is a reminder, maybe the biggest that i need to work with myself to become better. i thought i was in such a better place, but quickly gave back into my kratom addiction and my fear of abandonment ways. allowing his toxic ways of talking down to me, ignoring me as punishment, treating me constantly as if i meant absolutely nothing to roll by and convince myself it was all something wrong with me and if i could simply try more i’d be good enough for him to treat better. i realize fully, i get this from my relationship with my parents. if i just try hard they’ll see me and i’ll be worth being a daughter they want, aside from empty words of “you’re so good!” and then actions that prove they would rather do anything other than be my parent since the get go.

i saw Jonah in fort bragg the other morning the minute i arrived in town convinced i was going to have the absolute best time solo camping in caspar. he was with a girl and sat within feet away from my chair, and once i realized it was him i began shaking to the point i couldn’t even hold my coffee. i hate my adrenaline reaction to situations like this, i’m sure it’s in part from my antidepressant but a big part of me is also still just a scared girl not sure what to do in situations like that. he never said anything during or after, and i’ve decided to let it go to avoid looking like the biggest creep imaginable. since then i’ve crossed most of mendo off of my possible travel destinations, to give us both the freedom of having to encounter such an awkward situation again.

in the last week so much has gone down. i’ve run into nearly everyone i wouldn’t want to run into, or had them reach out. i’m back in a really comfortable uncomfortable spot. i got a promotion at work, made a $20,000 mistake and saved a dog. She was the sweetest dog running in and out of a busy background i was driving on my lunch break, i checked with the only house nearby and they said she wasn’t hers, and when i opened my car door she just ran in and layed in my passenger seat looking up at me with her two differently colored eyes. I started crying becaues i only had minutes before i was supposed to be back at work, knowing it was a very busy day and i couldn’t just leave her in my car, or even have enough time to run home to drop her there while i figure out what to do. i called everyone i could, and the only one who was able to help was dylan. he ignored my phone calls before texting me asking what i wanted, and said he was in the middle of a hair cut but would come get the dog right after. i asked him to take her to my house until i got off work and then i could figure everything out (see if she’s tagged, see if i could find the owner, etc) but instead he took her to the vet and left her there. i cried again when he told me that because i was overwhelmed with the whole situation and was stuck at the office, and had just connected with that dog who could have been killed. i called the VCA he brought her to and they told me their process, so in about two weeks if no one claims her i will be able to go get her. then i found out i’m being sued by old credit card debt. it just really never stops when you just need a fucking break, and sometimes all i can do is laugh and go “what’s fucking next” but then the next thing happens and i’m like OKAYYYY hah :(((((((( and that’s how i get through life sometimes

tonight i’m going to a metal show, i’m waiting to hear back from dylan’s grandma about what i should do in regards to him and my situation, and i hope i just have a good fucking night

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So, today I am planning on going to Wurstfest for the first time since Covid happened. They canceled 2020 obviously and last year I just wasn't comfortable with the idea of being in the crowds with I think at the time only one or two vaccinations.

And I think it's just telling of how much underlying trauma I have from living through this pandemic that the idea of going somewhere in public with HUNDREDS of people is legitimately making be feel nauseated and sick to my stomach. Yeah, it's all outside for the most part but still. This is actual trauma I am dealing with and an actual phobia I've somehow picked up.

I've never been good with crowds of people, I hate the noise and the chaos and my ability to cope with these things before my emotional battery is drained is about an hour or two max and then I am done and ready to get the hell out of Dodge.

But what I'm experiencing now is completely different and ramped up to 1,000. Hell, I hate going to grocery store or Walmart because there are so many people there. I do 90% of my shopping through curbside or delivery because I don't WANT to go into the store and deal with people.

It's not even I'm scared of getting Covid and dying at this point, I'm just overwhelmed by the idea of dealing with that many people. I’m full vaccinated with all my boosters, I’ve done everything I can to protect myself and those around me. And I go into this knowing there is a chance I could catch Omicron but because I work from home, if I do I can self-quarantine with little interruption of my regular life.

And lemme tell you, Wurstfest is the most utterly ridiculous white German diaspora in Texas thing ever which seems to attract thousands of people a year under the guise of celebrating German sausages, beer and polka is an experience you have to see to believe.

It's Oktoberfest on crack suffice it to say. And I generally enjoy it because it's a little kooky and there is good food and interesting vendors selling wares you're not going to see pretty much anywhere else.

So it's sad that I am considering literally FORCING myself to go because the idea of dealing with the sheer press of humanity makes me break out in a cold sweat and makes me want to puke with anxiety. And I don't want to come across like I'm saying I have to FIX this thing wrong with myself because I think everyone who has lived through the past three years is going through some kind of trauma which is going to effect the world as a whole going forward for years to come.

I think it boils down to, am I going to let my fear and anxiety stop me from doing this or other things in the future. I could make the decision to become even more of an introverted hermit who never leaves their home or I can force myself to do things outside of my comfort zone. Again, I don’t think this is something to be ‘fixed’ but I do think there are levels of how much I am going to let this affect my life.

Hell, maybe I am putting the cart before the horse. Maybe there won’t be as many people there because everyone else is afraid of crowds as well. Ahaha no I know that’s not going to be the case because I STG everyone is willfully ignoring Covid and pretending like it’s not a thing still raging on.

And there is a huge part of me screaming that I am contributing to this problem if I do go and how dare I be so irresponsible for going. The guilt is fucking real and eating at me just as much as my anxiety.

But again, am I going to let these negative thoughts and emotions rule my life? Am I supposed to stay home and never go to another event in my life? I feel like this is a question that is impossible to answer and one everyone is struggling to find an answer for.

A part of me just wants to go out and have fun, to enjoy the break from my everyday routine and pretend like the last three years didn’t happen.

I think I am going to go just to push myself and push the limits of my comfort zone. I don’t think I’ll go for very long though. And I’m just going to pray that I don’t get Omicron. I managed to get through the airports, to California and back in September without picking it up so I’ll be sad if I catch it now though at this point I feel like it’s only a matter of time for everyone. Which is a depressing and unsettling train of thought when I stop to think about it.

In three years it’s gone from this terrifying boogeyman that could kill you to a not so major inconvenience you will have to suffer and get through but it’s inevitable that you will catch it.

Yeah I definitely don’t want to go too far down that mental rabbithole or examine that under a microscope.

#el in real life #does this need a trigger warning?#prolly #trigger warning: mental health issues #living in a 'post' covid world #with heavy use of sarcastic air quotes around post

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