#because i know i'm a coward. i'm scared of other people seeing me fail.

[transhawks]

A Coward Called Endeavor

I'm wary of wading into the discourse because I'm seeing the unhinged bs my friends are getting, but from my viewpoint I think people miss something important about Dabi-Enji-Shouto and Enji's role in saving Touya -

Enji only tried to be an actual father for one of them and it wasn't Shouto.

No, I know that sounds crazy but we had a toddler whose immediate reaction to seeing his father was being upset and alert that the father would bully his mother. Shouto has never seen Enji the Father, he's only seen a monster named Endeavor.

That's important. Natsuo, heck, Fuyumi to some extent since she was really Rei's girl, none of them had this:

We only see this smirk head on in the manga, but I think this anime shot put it into perspective for me what I'd been mulling over for years, too uncomfortable with the simple truth of what's going on here:

The only Todoroki child who had Enji as a father was Touya.

For a brief few years, Touya was the apple of his eye. And, no, he wasn't replaced with Shouto, not in Enji's eyes. Because Enji uses the word livestock for Shouto. Because Enji was an aggressor from the beginning with Shouto. There was never a moment where this simple sort of moment, a little boy looking up into his father's prideful face as he copied his movements, happened between any of Enji's children besides Touya.

That's why Dabi's like this. It's harder for him to forget Endeavor when he isn't Shouto; he was never "an extension" of Endeavor's drive, but for a short period, he was treated as his actual son before he was thrown away.

So - what does this even mean? Why is it important that the only one with an actual "father" until Endeavor got some sense knocked into him via seeing the Pillar of Peace crumble is Touya?

Because it means Todoroki Enji is a fucking coward, that's what.

We know he's ran away from facing his failures time and time again, but never is more indicative of his cowardice when he got too scared to be a father and decided he wouldn't be. You see, that's why the other three didn't have him as a father - he doesn't know what being a father is. It's likely his own father died on the job, and so the associations of fatherhood in Enji's mind are just... being a hero. Being good at your job, so your kids can be proud of you. The actual parenting, the supporting your child, all that was too much for him.

This is Enji giving up, tail between his legs. He doesn't know how to be anything but "Endeavor", so he's not even going to try.

I really feel like people missed Rei calling him out here. He's running away from his duties and responsibilities to be a father. He fucked up with Touya and doesn't know how to fix it, so he runs off, and ignores all his other kids, and then just trains Shouto like a tool and an extension of himself. He lost his mind and saw his youngest as a simple extension of himself, like a hand or a leg. But when he looked at Touya, once, he saw a person.

A person he failed so many times. Failed to father, then failed to save.

I have a lot more to say about this on Dabi's point of view that also discusses the nuances Western readers aren't getting (like the ie system and his place in it), but when people say that they don't think Endeavor needs to do anything in this Dabi-saving discourse, I think they're forgetting that time and time again we've been shown that Todoroki Enji is a coward and if Horikoshi is serious about any resolution to this man and his "redeeming", it's about time he finally stops being one and faces his fucking son.

All of this has been leading up to him realizing it's nothing but himself that has caused this. That his own cowardice and hatred of himself has torn apart his family. That it's not about him as a hero.

These are the words of a man ready to finally start start being a dad, guys. Took him a quarter of a century.

A caveat: many of us have issues on the Doylist aspect of all this. I've said a few times that most of you are less upset about how Endeavor is being redeemed but the fact he's being redeemed at all, and I get it! The question is always about whether we need more narratives in media of abusers getting redemption, of victimized children reconciling with their parents. I agree fully that those of us who choose to not reconcile, who are unable due to the parents' beliefs or decisions anyway, are underrepresented in media. I know we want to see people like Dabi move on, stop hoping for a man who never knew how to show love for him to love him and apologize. Most of us, in real life, just give up and find love and healing outside of our parents. In many ways, it's healthier to go minimal or low contact with parents like Enji.

But I think that's not the story Horikoshi wants to write. He's writing what is essentially a trauma vent-work and wish fufillment all in one. In his fantastical world, families like the Todoroki one can reconcile, abusers can apologize and strive to make amends. It might be because he wishes this was the case more so than the reality that abuse victims know. He's made missteps with the Todoroki narrative yes, but I don't think what amounts to wish fulfillment on Horikoshi's part is bad-writing just because it's wish fufillment. It's just a very "happy-ending" solution to issues that in real life aren't going to usually see them and I think a lot of us are sick of them.

So, just keep that in mind when people say Dabi needs Endeavor involved. Enji created this problem, he has to fix it, not Shouto. You can't have a Touya at peace with his family if Endeavor gets to shirk his responsibility and keep being a coward.

#endeavor #endeavor tw #enji todoroki #todorokis #my meta #just something quick

[shiftingparadise]

Hey, I’m unsure if you still write for MHA but I’d love a comfort fic/drabble about a reader who’s struggling with guilt and bad thoughts, to eventually get some support from Dabi? I’ve been struggling a lot so much lmao

I'm so sorry to hear you've been struggling. It's been a long time since I've written anything. So forgive me if it's not as good but I hope you like it. I'm here if you want to talk.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1776

“It’s my fault”, your voice shaking. “It’s my fault, right?”, your head now resting against the wall behind you. “It’s my fault that they’re-“. A sentence you fail to say out loud. A stinging sensation greeted your eyes. You were sitting in an ally, your hands resting on your knees as little clouds left your lips. It was a cold night and even though your mind failed to notice the cold, your body did. Leaving you shaking, your teeth grinding on each other. Were you angry or sad? Probably both. It was unfair. The way Deku didn’t flinch, the way Bakugo grinned, … All why you were frozen in place. Too scared to save the lives of innocent people. What kind of hero were you? A joke. That’s what you are. “I hate them”, tears now flooded your eyes. “I hate the way things are so easy for them, the way they always seem to save everyone while I’ve worked so hard for this. I’m not a pro hero. I’m a joke, a coward-“.

He knew you hadn’t noticed. His staring eyes. The way he was leaning against the wall just a little bit further. If it were someone else, he’d probably would’ve laughed, or done something to upset them even more. Probably killed them eventually if they’d dare to talk back to him but… You looked so ‘good’. So, innocent. As if you hadn’t done anything wrong in your entire life. And the way your tears were dripping down your cute nose, the way you cutely rubbed the palm of your hand on your eyelids… Not to mention your voice. So soft, so ‘good’. There wasn’t any other way he could put it. You seemed ‘good’ and here you were, talking down on yourself like that just because you couldn’t be like them. A feeling he understood all too well. The feeling of not being good enough.

“Why? Why am I like this?”, your eyes darted to the sky. Desperately searching for an answer. “If I just swooped in, if I just managed to move my feet they would’ve been saved. They would’ve been able to return to their families, their loved ones… I hate myself”, your sobs getting louder, not caring about your surrounding anymore. Because it hurt. The feeling in your chest, the way you could hardly breathe anymore. “I hate myself and everyone else does too, right?”, your eyes still looking at the sky, hoping someone would talk back. “That’s why I’m always alone. Why I don’t have any friends”. Right, this wasn’t just about the lost lives. It was about your hurt. About everything that you tried to bury in your past.

Alone. He was always alone. He never had anyone. He knew the way you felt. The desperation, the sense of hopelessness.

“You’re not alone”, a raspy voice travelled through the air and startling you.

“Creep”, the word flashed before his eyes. You were crying about being alone, thinking you were alone in that ally. Probably one of the times you even wanted to be alone, and this is what he chose to say? Not even a hello? Or a dry cough to let you know someone was there.

“W-who are you?”, you narrowed your eyes, not bothering to wipe your tears. The darkness around you made it hard for you to see. “No one”, the voice replied.

He already regretted this. That he let you know someone was there. That he was there.

“If you’re too scared to speak, then don’t bother letting me know you’re here”, you turned your head to the side.

Scared? He wasn’t scared, right?

“Then don’t cry in the middle of an ally”, a snappy remark that he immediately regretted. “Well, I’m sorry that I bothered you”, you quietly replied. Your heart felt heavy. The last thing you needed was a stranger that made you feel even worse.

“You didn’t bother me”, the voice sounded almost desperate. “I-I guess I’m… sorry?”.

Did he just apologize? Or tried to anyway.

“Who are you?”, you knew that voice. You heard it on the TV once, right? But if you were right then… “No one”, he repeated himself.

He noticed the way your breathing got heavier. The way you tensed your entire body.

“No one you should be scared off”, his hands now in his pockets, his eyes closed.

Hate. Once again, the word flashed before his eyes. He hated himself.

“I know who you are”, you tried to relax your body. For some reason you believed him. Even though a murderer was standing practically next to you. But you were one too, right? You didn’t hurt people on purpose, but you failed to save them while you were standing so close. Wasn’t that even worse?

“Then why don’t you kill me?”, his voice sounded cold.

“I don’t know”, your teeth digging into the soft skin of your lips. “I don’t know”, tears once again streaming down your cheeks. “Probably because I’m scared, right? I’m a failure”.

“H-huh?”, your breath stopped, your eyes wide open as rough digits stroked over your cheek. His eyes now staring directly into yours as he squatted before you.

This wasn’t like him. He was never like this, or not that he could remember anyways.

“You must be freezing”, he sighed as he let his head fall back. “Here”, his hands wrapped around yours. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to burn you”, he coldly looked into your eyes again. Your heart was racing as you could feel his hands getting hotter, causing a nice sensation against your skin. Like holding them in front of a fireplace. “Feels nice”, you softly whispered.

His eyes unwillingly widened at your small praise. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone said something similar to him.

“It’s fine if you’re not like them”, his gaze now fixed on your hands. They fitted perfectly in his. Your skin felt so soft against his scars… He could stay like this for hours. “It’s fine if you’re scared”, his eyes found yours again. “I don’t need life lessons from someone like you”, you suddenly pulled your hands away, leaving an empty feeling behind. What were you doing? He was a villain. He couldn’t be trusted. “Right”, a painful look in his eyes. “I’m sorry”, he lowered his eyes as he stood back up. “So, you want to fight me or are you going to let me go without a hassle?”, his voice cold again. You stayed quiet for a second as you looked up at him. He looked handsome. Painfully handsome. Even with all of his scars, even with his messy hair… but most of all, he looked lonely.

“Cold”, you turned your head to the side, “My hands”. “Huh?”, his brows pulled together. “Could you please do that thing again?”, your cheeks red as you held out your hands, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

Even if this was a trap, even if you were going to capture him… He couldn’t refuse when you looked like that.

“Tsk”, an unexpected smile on his face, “Come here”. He lifted you from the ground with your arm.  “I’m not going to sit on the ground like an idiot. Let’s go to my place, it’s warm. I promise”, he already started walking. For some reason he didn’t doubt you’d follow him. And you did. Without saying anything. If this was wrong, then why did it feel so right?

It was only a five-minute walk and for some reason it made him sad. He could’ve walked through entire countries with you walking beside him.

“We’re here”, he stopped in front of a tall building. To be honest, it looked like it was going to fall apart any minute. “Know it’s not much”, he scratched the back of his head, “But it’s warm… and safe”.

He knew he was a hypocrite. How could he say something like that when he killed people for fun?

“Hm”, you softly smiled. “Y-you still want to come in?”, he now sounded nervous. He couldn’t believe you actually trusted him enough to follow him like this. “Yeah”, your arms wrapped around your body, trying to keep the cold away.

How could he forget? You probably didn’t have a quirk like his, that kept him warm. He should’ve offered you his coat, or at least try to keep you warm.

“Let’s go inside. You must be cold”, he opened the door for you. It. Was a quiet walk to his apartment. Your mind and heart fighting against each other. “So”, he awkwardly kicked some boxes of fast food to the side as you entered his apartment. “Like I said, I know it’s not much but it’s warm”.

He felt embarrassed. He only had a small TV and a bed. Not even a chair or a couch to sit on.

“It’s enough”, you smiled. “Here, sit down please”, he quickly straightened his pillows. “You can sit here. I know it’s probably not comfortable to sit like this-“. “It’s perfect”, you sat down while leaning with your back against the wooden frame of his bed. “H-here’s a blanket”, he grabbed one from a box. You thanked him once again.

“Why are you doing this?”.

Your question pierced through his chest. He didn’t know why. He wasn’t like this. He never was kind to anyone.

“I don’t know”, he awkwardly sat down beside you. “I guess I understand the way you feel. That’s why I said it’s fine if you’re not like them. You don’t have to pretend all the time”. “Pretend?”, you pulled the blanket over your legs. “They’re scared too, you know? Everyone is. They just pretend they aren’t. It’s fine to be scared, to not show up sometimes. It’s fine if you can’t fake being happy, or brave, or …”, he hesitated for a second. “All I’m saying is, it’s fine if you’re you”. “But I-“, your eyes already glossy. “Don’t cry”, he turned to look at you. “You can’t cry. You can’t show them you’re weak-“.

What was he doing? He cried all the time, or he used to anyway. And yes, he felt weak because he did so, but when he saw you cry earlier… All he saw was a girl who was tired of being strong.

“You don’t need this, right? A lecture”, he shook his head, unsure of what was happening to him. “Cry your heart out”, he wrapped your arms around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Cry. Let it out. You’re not alone. I’m here with you. It’s brave to cry”, he tightened his grip as he heard your sobs. “You’ll never be alone again”.

#dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #mha dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #dabi #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya #bnha touya #touya x reader #touya todoroki #bnha fanfiction #bnha #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha x you #mha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #dabi x y/n #touya x you #touya x y/n

[suffering-is-cute]

i'm a coward who gets hurt easily. whether it's harsh words, or being lonely. being ostracized, or being teased.

even the flippancy of kind words can harm me.

i can't express how easily I get wounded by the possibility of seeing cuts open on my skin.

i shiver and hug myself when I-

think about how people might choose to hurt me next.

scared of change, and being abandoned, and not being good enough. scared of losing my reason to live, and scared of not being able to believe in other people, and i. am. terrified that you'll choose to walk away from me. i'm so paranoid and frightened by my own memories of being hurt, i seal them away so I never have to deal with them. i run away all the time and lie to myself about my capacity to deal with things.

i can't even stand my own reflection.

Even so, someone like me can raise their feet off the ground and trudge downhill to be among the mortals and meet my shaking weaknesses and terribly guilty self raising a sword on the battlefield.

Someone like me can walk into the chaos of battle and roar out a cry.

That's because you shone a light into the thicket. And the memory of that light was so piercing, so true, so unlike anything I'd ever known, that it can never leave my heart.

It's engraved there so deep my heart changed shape. The forging of my blade.

(love made me the strongest decision.)

And when I think about talking to you, all these words spill out, the truest reflection I can see and touch my entire self through, like mirrors from my mouth. That's because I want to let you know every side of me. I am unafraid of telling you the truth because I trust you to do what you will with it. And I never sought to butter myself up to you because I trust you with the truth more than I trust me. You can handle it best. That's the extension to which I believe in you.

even a coward must move forward in order to grasp what they truly need. and I need you like I need to breathe, so I'll move without even thinking.

(love will never fail me.)

contact with your skin, I am grounded to this world as surely as a spotlight pins a person to their responsibilities. and I will not falter under it, this weight, this truth, this message.

(i perform best when you're relying on me. Because i will never fail you.)

- "fail you never my love" by @suffering-is-cute 24. Oct. 2023

#poeticstories #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #original poetry #original poem #poems and poetry #writers #poets of tumblr #writerscreed #twcpoetry #love poem #love poetry #coward #writeblr #poetsontumblr #writers and poets #sufferingiscute

[thatonefatgumsimp]

OK so I got bored and decided to scroll the Scarian tag and I had a thought

I'm gonna put it under here cuz I'm a coward /lhhj

So I saw a post and I saw a bunch of other ones that were, like, c!Grian telling c!Scar they're doomed to fail and they can't be together and stuff cuz he's seen them die in other universes (the Life series)...

But what if-

And hear me out, cuz this may be kinda crazy, but that's just where my mind went

W h a t i f . . .

Instead the reason they keep dying is because they don't get together?

What if it's just mutual pining and unrequited love and they never tell each other cuz they don't want it to get in the way of their friendship?

What if they're scared of what might happen or how their relationship might change?

What if they think they're doing the other person a favor by not telling them?

And what if that's why they keep dying? Cuz their love keeps being unrequited and so they keep dying over. And over. And over til they get it right.

What if their love is what's needed to heal past traumas and all the sad and draining emotions?

What if at this point, their friends can see what's happening, they see the cycle, but no matter how hard they try to get their two friends together, they can't break it?

Just food for thought :3

Also I don't usually tag people in my posts, but I feel like I need some feedback from one of the experts I know/follow on the topic of hermits:

@stiffyck (I feel so bad about tagging people cuz I don't wanna disrupt their day with my dumb little musings, but I need to know if my thoughts make sense or not-)

#scarian #desert duo #shitposting #random shitpost #I got bored bro idek #hermitblr #hermitposting #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #idk what else to put here so uhhhh #idk have a good day I guess and I hope the inner machinations of the angst machine I call a brain didn't hurt ya too much #oh yeah and stay hydrated

[thekitteninlove]

So i wrote another Dalim smut for @voltage-vixen 's summer of smut challenge 🎉

Prompt: blowjob with a cooled tongue

Title: Icy kisses

Warning: oral sex, handcuffs, flavored condoms, masturbation, a rough ride

(starts with a bar fight, but it gets better)

 After trying, but failing to fall asleep, she decided to go to Dalim's bar. Although it was quite late at night then, she knew the bar was still open then. After she got changed into some more decent clothes, she headed towards there, hoping that there weren't many customers and she could spend a bit of time with him. However, once she got there she realized she wouldn't be able to relax as she hoped to. Some man was mad at Dalim for stealing his lover's heart, but Dalim seemed to remain calm, either because he was still on the job or he couldn't care less. She got a bit annoyed that someone was treating him that way for such a lame reason, but she was going to let it unfold thinking that he could manage that. Quarrels were a common thing around there. However, as she saw the man raise his hand, anger took control over her and she rushed to Dalim's side, punching the man right on the face and making him fall backwards. She knew she did something bad, but it was worth it. Before he could get up to retaliate she got out her gun. She wasn't going to use it on him, she just wanted to scare him a bit for trying to hurt her man and it seemed to work. He didn't dare to go closer, which made a satisfied and probably slightly sadistic smile spread on her face. She knew getting too comfortable and revealing her dark side would be a bad idea, but her intense emotions were hard to control.

"Why're you protecting that cheating liar!?" the man sounded quite angry

"I don't care about that. He's a gentleman who wouldn't mistreat the ones he cares about. He's so much better than you, so I won't let you lay a hand on him" was her reply

"You should punch him, not me. He cheated on you!" he was probably trying to get her on his side, but that would've been impossible.

"You'd think I'd hurt the one I love!? I'M NOT SO AWFUL!" her voice became louder as she got more angry with him. She wouldn't be able to do that even if she wanted to. She was thinking of actually using the gun just to see that man regret that he ever tried to hurt her lover.

Meanwhile, Dalim watched astounded at the scene unfolding before him. He's never seen her get so angry before, but he knew he had to stop this before it all got too far.

"But I'm willing to hurt you more if you keep trying to hurt my man" she continued threatening him, enjoying how scared he got when he pointed her gun in his direction.

Suddenly, she felt his arms wrap around her from behind as she heard a soothing voice close to her ear "Relax, princess, I'm sure he's never ever going to do it again. Isn't that right, sir?"

"You better keep that crazy woman away from me!" the bastard said as he dashed away like a coward. Good thing Dalim's hug calmed her down a bit or she'd let her feelings get the best of her.

After the bar closed they went up to his room. There, in the dim light of the lamplight, he closed the distance between them. "You didn't have to do that for me, my lady. Or were you thinking that I was trying to be a nice guy and not be rude to my guest? I'm a bad man. I just didn't give a damn about what he was saying."

" I did it more for myself than for you. I know that you're a bad man and I like that because you're more likely to accept this dark side of me than a good man" at least that's what she believed. She hoped she wasn't saying anything silly.

"Your dark side?" he seemed a bit confused. "You seem more like a nice princess compared to my lord and other people I know" he brought his hand up to her face to caress her cheek

There were some people she'd always wished they'd die, but wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell him this at the moment because she didn't know how he'd react and she felt a bit guilty for wanting that, so she kept quiet.

"You aren't going to get mad at how promiscuous I am?" she heard him ask in a still confused voice.

That took her by surprise, but she quickly replied "Not as long as they aren't a mean bitch and they treat you right. Besides which, I didn't even ask you to devote yourself to me. I thought we had a no strings attached relationship." Her words relieved him because he had a fear of commitment. As long as he gave her enough attention and he was okay she was fine with it.

Since he just finished work he looked a bit dishevelled. He was also probably quite hot in that barkeep uniform. Her lips formed a smile as an idea crossed her mind. He let out a gasp as she pushed him down on the bed.

"I know I said I'm okay with it, but..." she spoke as she opened one of the nightstand drawers and took out the handcuffs she knew he kept in there. "deep down in my heart there's something I've been trying to repress" she continued saying while she was handcuffing him to bed. "Since I'm such a worrywart I worry that you'll get hurt or worse, so I want to lock you up somewhere safe, where no one can reach you" she voiced out her dark thoughts. She thought Dalim would not be pleased by her words, but to her surprise he just smiled and said "My sweet princess is worried about me? I'm a strong wizard, so I'll be fine"

"Yet, I still managed to immobilise you like this. Hm..." She voiced her doubts

"You look so sexy in that red dress I let down my guard" he showed her that charming smile which always made her forget about any worries she had.

That brought a smile to her face. "It wouldn't be right to isolate you, but I'll still keep you tied up like this to have you all for myself at least for a little bit" 

" I'm all yours, princess. Do whatever you want with me" a grin spread on his face as he wondered what naughty things she was going to do to him.

"Are you sure about that? I might want to punish you for being such a bad boy."

A smirk spread on his face before she heard him say"I wouldn't mind that. You can be as rough with me as you want"

After she got rid of his vest and shirt she gazed at his sexy body. His overheated body seemed in need of something cool, so she reached out towards the cup of water on the nightstand and took out an ice cube from it, then pressed it against her lips before she placed some icy kisses on his neck first. After a hot day at work, that felt quite good on Dalim's body. She was pressing the ice cube to her lips whenever they got warmer, so his body was gradually getting cooled off from his neck downwards. However, at the same time, feeling her lips on his bare skin and knowing which way they were headed was making him heat up from the inside. 

When she reached the top of his trousers she pulled them off along with his underwear. Since the ice cube she had melted, she took another one from the cup, cooled down her lips and began pressing kisses on his inner thighs. At this point, Dalim was quite hard, so she knew her kisses had the desired effect on him, but she wanted to see him beg and squirm. Dalim wanted to just move her lips right where he really needed it, but his hands were handcuffed, so all he could do at the moment was to beg her for more.

"Mmh, that love stick of mine is in serious need of some cooling too, my princess" Dalim's voice was full of desire, which was quite a turn on for her. She took out a mint chocolate flavored condom from one of his drawers and put it on what he liked to call his 'love stick', though it was more of a trunk than just a stick. Then she put her lips on the tip of it, but wasn't taking it in yet. Instead, she was taking pleasure in seeing how much he wanted her to do naughty things to him.

"Please, princess" she heard him beg as he squirmed under her touch. 

Finally, she decided to show some mercy and after she put the ice cube on her tongue she took it in her mouth. The sweet taste of the condom filled her mouth as she heard him moan with delight. After that much teasing, the feeling of her cold tongue and lips on his member was doing wonders to him. Whatever flavor that condom was, it must've been delicious because she was sucking hard on it, but at the same time she was trying not to hurt him there since that was the most sensitive part of his body. This made him cum faster than he ever did as his ecstatic voice resonated throughout the room.

Since she still wanted to ride him, but his member was limp now, she decided to make him hard again by showing him how naughty she can get. He was handcuffed by the hands only, so she made him sit up to see her. She then took off her panties and sat down on the bed in front of him, spreading her legs and using her hand to pleasure herself. That obscene sight his naughty princess was showing him was making him want for more. He was looking greedily towards her as she caressed herself between her legs. After she felt herself relax enough, she dipped her fingers inside her and continued to move them around until she saw him get hard again. The indecent sounds he's been making while she was taking care of him coupled with the things she's been doing to herself made her crave him more than ever. He wanted to go to her and make her take his hardened member inside her instead of her fingers, but he was still handcuffed to bed. She seemed to love to torment him like this. Not that he minded it. This time though, he didn't have to wait too long for her to make him feel better. She went up to him and put her legs on either side of him. Although she wanted to fuck him hard from the start, she tried to be careful and slowly take him in, but she quickly lost control of herself and went faster. Wrapping her arms around him, she looked up at him and saw his eyes filled with desire.

"Ohh, I love you… mmh… my sweet bad boy" she managed to say between heavy breaths.

"I love you too… my sweet princess" he was also breathing heavily and would've put his arms around her to hold her closer, but he was still handcuffed. The way her body was moving against his was driving him nuts and he could feel himself getting steadily closer to the climax. They let out sounds of delight while she took a rough ride on him, making the bed creak under them. She dug her nails into his back as the pleasure became so intense she couldn't think of anything else but the obscene things they were doing. They kept at it until both of them quenched their thirst and lay exhausted on the bed.

She started it with the intention of cooling him off, but things got more heated than ever.

"Sorry, I think I left some scratch marks on your back" he hear her say sheepishly from beside him

"It's okay, it felt good being scratched by my kitten" he replied as a grin spread over his face. 

She gave him a kiss that lasted for more than she intended. The feeling of his soft lips on hers was so enjoyable she just wasn't able to pull away. His hands were now free, so he pulled her closer for a gentle and lingering kiss that was sweeter than chocolate.

#summer of smut #ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikerev dalim #dalim tweedle #fanfic #smut #summer of smut content creation challenge #more love for Dalim ❤️

[koi-is-bored]

The harder you yell the louder that you scream the more that people will listen to you the more that they just won't say anything. whether it's cuz your words paralyzed them with fear because they genuinely don't care or something that's really hard to decode. Often times I find myself wanting to go back to the past and change every little thing that went wrong and everything that I don't like every awkward moment that I've had to live through but I can't. Thinking about it more logically there's only a couple of things that I really really want to change. I know I'm a bad person and I know that I should just end it I know that my life has no purpose and I was put on this Earth for my parents relief and now that that's done I'm done I don't need to be here anymore than a fly. With an existence so meaningless but I being so cowardice it's so hard to leave. I've often times told myself that there's just one person that I can't live without and that the second that they're gone I no longer have to deal with all this pain and suffering and I too can leave because killing myself would hurt them more than it would anybody else and a while at least in my own eyes I am a monster I could never do something that terrible. I know not everyone deserves to find my lifeless body and nobody should it's not our parents responsibilities to bury their children but it's not my responsibility to continuously try to make myself happy when I know it's just failing. I know I'm a bad person cuz I have to rely on other people to make me happy to try to force a smile on my face even when I'm being such a dick to them and I can't stop it but I recognize it and I just can't help it. I know that's no excuse nor am I trying to excuse it but I just can't stop I recognize the pattern of behavior and myself and I see it evolving into a cycle and I fear that I become abusive and I just can't stop. I want to end it all I want to stop living because I put everyone around me through so much hell and they don't deserve it. My parents have had to live through me coming out with depression and anxiety and my multiple suicide attempts my partner said to you with everything and I don't know how he doesn't leave how he won't just let me kill myself even though I've told him and I placed the burden in the responsibility of me cutting myself and being able to gain the access on him. After making him the gatekeeper of both my pain and pain relief I continuously ask him to open that door and when he does all I do is reprimand him for making the wrong decision and telling him how I could have died and how I could have taken my life because I so very badly want to and I just can't bring myself to do it I need him to hold me back this one day I'm not going to be a coward and I'm going to do it. The thought scares me now but I feel but soon that feeling is going to disappear completely everyday I get closer. I just have to wait till that nobody that I care about find my body. Suicide is so weird in that way if you think about it just enough you're so ready to go through with it but if you think about it too much you back down what do you think about the logistics. How will it feel to die whether that's a good thing you're finally learning the answer or a bad thing because the only method you can get a hand on is going to take forever. Who's going to find me once I'm dead and how much will it take to get my body from my house to a hospital or they're going to pronounce me dead all for nothing and I'll have to leave my parents with those bills. I wish it was simpler I wish I could just go and disappear but I've done so much to people that anything similar to that seems like too much to put them through and I just can't bear it.

#anar3xia #despression #anxienty #suicide #i will kms #i want to kms

[standingattheend]

2024

What do I want this year? What do I want.... I think sometimes I am scared of what I really want, or just of not knowing what I really want. Just assuming what is correct to want. how silly. I dont have to stay here, but I don't think I know how to move forward or in any direction really. I think I am feeling a little fomo of seeing peoples lives change, but also feeling a little lucky in my still security because I know whats coming. Everything is changing around me. Maybe I'm not getting the message. Easy to ignore or hide, but not really at the same time.

As my friend puts it, am I bitch made? Despite what seems like my best efforts, I noticed that I am not the same person, I don't have the same thoughts or worries as I use to. My priorities, Im not even sure I had any before. Emotionally more mature, but scared of what that means. I think I know the answers, but I am just stuck at the crossroad unable to pick a path because, I just don't know where one the leads and the other is short and predictable and that scares me too. an eternity of the same thing, literally my worst nightmare, but greatest comfort as well. There is so munch risk in the unknown, but greater rewards. Why do I think this would break me and that I just wouldn't survive?

Would I survive? I would have to, right?

The way the universe will not push, but will give you peaks and shame you for not even trying.

Am I even trying?

Am I distracting myself?

Am I distracting others?

All for the sake of some mental safety fence that I put around my life in my more short sighted but most hurtful moments.

I don't know, its hard to say if I will ever know. I can't make a wrong decision, if I make no decision at all, but then I can't make any right decisions either.

Every action has a consequence, which seems like a negative word, but is just a reaction to every action. But if there is no action, there is no result for me to fear, but how cowardly

Am I a coward?

I think I might be. I think my core is fear of emotional pain and that I have been working my whole life to avoid it even though there a lot of love in it and education in it and growth in it.

Am I stalled here?

Did I break down here?

I think on the path to enlightenment im at the part where I could grab it, but Im scared to because I know exactly what it means and i am having trouble growing beyond my current capacity because I know what I would need to let go of and its just so many things and Im not ready, but I'll never be ready and I don't think the point is to be ready, but to have faith in myself that I wont let me fail, what if I even thive.

But yet, I can't get beyond this fence I built, I made it pretty impenetrable and hard to exit, but maybe one day I'll really believe that I don't need it anymore and I'll just open the gate instead of overcomplicating it as an excuse.

But we'll just have to see.

[summette]

okay because Tumblr said that I could fill my wall with whatever I wanted sooooo OvO let's start with something I can write in English.

Ermmm... Tbh I'm also a writer, but in my native language - Vietnamese. And no matter how much I wanted to translate it into English, I still don't have enough vocabularies to describe my words. (it's even that hard in my mother tongue, not to mention that English is just my second language) Buttt, I want to share it, at least, because I love my idea about Minato team as well as many other fandoms.

But today let's just talk about Naruto.

To see it more clearly, I think I have about... 8 ideas for Naruto fandoms. Mostly about Minato team, or the ins and outs, Kakashi and Obito relationship. I really love their relationship, in both romantic or platonic way, I found the joy in seeing them breaking through the walls of issues, and coming back to each other in the end. And that's what most of my fics work.

1/ Coward

It's the fic that I love with all my heart and soul 😭 I put so much ideas and time into it, so I hope it can be completed at the end.

It's in the point of view of the comrade that Sakumo rescued. I put it on a "what-if", what if that man actually wasn't a heartless person, but a coward instead? So he didn't honestly blame Sakumo for their failed mission, but just too scared of being brave to stand up for what's right. So he blamed Sakumo, and it caused Sakumo's death. That hit a severe impact on his soul, he regretted and suffered as well. Through his eyes, we can also see the life of Kakashi, from the pov of an "outsider".

It hasn't completed yet, but I hope I can go with it til the end. Because there are such an impressive idea for me, and I want to try it, at least once, to make this become real.

2/ Like the day we met before

Fortunately, I completed this one =).

In LTDWMB, I focused on Dai nana han relationship. I always want to see it tho, the real, original Team 7, included Kakashi. It feels like in Boruto, we didn't have a chance to see him with his lovely students tho 😭

So this fic took place in Boruto timeline, when Naruto became Nanadaime Hokage and after the second Chuunin exam. And it happened in the anniversary of the day they officially became a team. Team 7 dying to know about all the ins and the outs of their sensei's life, which Kakashi never gonna tell them. So they made a plan, they wanted to remake the introduction that happened in the first day they met, but deeply and... more details than just "it's none of your business" or something like that =)

Everyone changed, but mostly in the good way. They all got what they wanted, and set a bigger goal for their future. It's kinda nostalgic when I wrote it down, because of how much they have grown up since the first day they met. It means so much for me, the way Naruto painted "growing up". And then, they asked about his dream, and Kakashi realised he never dreamed for himself, but everything now he had, it's always because of someone else. He completed his precious people' dreams. So what about his dream, fully his?

After all, it's just "My dream is... you guys will be able to get what you dreamed about." But this time, it's not for someone else, it's for him. Because he found happy when seeing his students growing up, and becoming the brighter future for his past, and that's all.

Seems like most fics I wrote are just non-couple. The relationship between them reached me so well that I wanted to write about them more and more, just to fill the empty spaces in canon. 😭 But yeah, I also got some romantic obikaka fics, but I think it gonna be for the next timeee.

See ya

[nevermeyers]

For the writing ask : 7, 10, 15, 27 and 40 ?

Have a lovely day 💖

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

There are several things that are my deepest joy about this. The first is being able to create entire worlds and characters that feel real in my head. It's a skill that will never cease to amaze me. The human being is impressive, right?

The second is to be able to express what I feel through narrative. Even if it's not about myself and I write about other characters, they all carry a part of me, my feelings and insecurities, my fears. Seeing the final result of what I write also makes me very happy :')

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

My own writing has scared me in a strange way. I've been doing it since I was a kid and it got to the point where I could easily write twenty pages a day without a problem. I have too big an imagination and the feeling of being disconnected and living my stories more than I live my life scares me . Yet at the same time, I wouldn't know what I would do without it, because I really like being able to unplug like that whenever I want. The hard part is coming back to reality :') I don't know if I explained myself well.

I remember something specific. I remember coming back from school every day by bus. The journey took between half an hour and forty minutes, depending on traffic. I used to put myself in the same place and ignore everything to get into a story in my head while listening to some music. I didn't close my eyes, but I could disconnect from my surroundings. And it was not only images that formed in my head, but also narrated it 🐝

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

NO NO NO NO 😭 Books are sacred to me. I'm the type of person that if there was a fire I would grab all my books. They're like my children. I even usually wash my hands before reading because I'm terrified of somehow getting them dirty. All my books are perfectly neat and clean, with no things in the margins, no stains.

Yes, I judge people who do that. It's unavoidable sorry :')

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I won't say that writing them stresses me out, but I would be anxious to be with them if they were real people.

The first is Ran from Ephemere, who has a big problem with internalized homophobia and often treats his boyfriend badly almost without realizing it. It's infuriating, especially for his partner, to see how he thinks it's even normal to say that gay people are promiscuous by nature, or that being gay isn't normal. This Ran hates himself deeply and, despite the fact that he finds the strength to try to change, he is unable to leave behind all those thoughts that his family has transmitted to him.

The second one is from a fic that I haven't published yet. It's from a Drakenui in which Seishu has an ED that he has dragged through without going to therapy since his childhood. He's a boy obsessed with the idea of ​​perfection, as he has grown up watching his sister Akane (who also had an ED) trying to please boys by being perfect, also their family. After Akane's death, Seishu does the exact same thing, not only does he develop ED, but he starts hanging out with guys to heal his emotional emptiness, guys who treat him like crap the way they treated his sister.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I haven't written poetry in years, so I'll put up an Oscar Wilde poem that never fails to inspire me to write <3

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,

And some when they are old;

Some strangle with the hands of Gold:

The kindest use a knife, because

The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,

Some sell and others buy;

Some do the deed with many tears,

And some without a sigh:

For each man kills the thing he loves,

Yet each man does not die.

#Have a lovely day too! 💖 Thank you for the ask <3 #@meyers #—asks🌸

[totiredtowrite]

What Falling In Love Feels Like

Warnings - Kind of angst ig

Note: The amount of angsty fics ive read have made me wanna do one myself so you can blame @qtipcottonbuds among others for this 🤕

Anyways enjoy while I work on kitas old west part

Male Reader - Fem Readers DNI (she/her, she/they)

Rejection was hard.

Nobody ever said it wasn't, but somehow actually experiencing it was a little harder than it was on paper. You'd even told yourself that the absolute worst that could happen was him saying no. Though, you'd failed to think about how bad the worst actually felt.

Maybe it would've been easier if you were rejected by anybody else. Maybe it only felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest because it was him who held that cold, uninterested look in his eye. Maybe it was because it was him who had said "no" in such a bored tone of voice that you felt like your hands were freezing.

It was no secret to him, of course. It would take a fool not to notice how deeply you felt for him. How you looked at him like he was the only thing worth looking at, how you always made sure to keep his boundaries in mind when doing anything near him. How you'd said "I need you," with such a warm smile walking home from school.

Only when it became apparent to him that you needed him as more than a friend did he start to close himself off from you. Ironic, isn't it?

In part it was because he was afraid. Not of you, but of himself. Growing up, he'd always thought that men liking men was just something that happened. As a child, in his more ignorant mindset, he's thought it was 'gross' or 'weird.' As he got older that mindset changed, but whatever poison he'd internalized remained there.

So he got scared. He got scared that he could see the beauty in you, that he knew how much he wanted you as well. That want translated into fear, and then as far as you were concerned, you were nothing but a speck of dirt on his jacket.

"I know it must be weird, huh?" You'd said with a nervous, jittery smile. "'Specially cause I've known you so long." You were holding out hope that he would show some expression aside from that stone cold gaze, but you were starting to feel smaller and smaller under his eyes.

"I'm in love with you, Sakusa Kiyoomi."

God was it hard. Confessing. You planned it out, you thought of every word and every tone, but when the time came you just...spoke your mind. Sakusa wanted to say something, he did. Maybe let you down easy. Though that thought stopped dead in its tracks when you finished.

"And I hope you could, possibly, feel the same?"

He wanted to be yours, he wanted it so badly. He wanted you to be his too. But, as beautiful as his realization was, it wasn't enough to break the surface. It wasn't enough for him to say anything worthwhile back.

"Sorry, but no."

He regretted it, sure. Regretted how devastated you looked. Regretted how despite the obvious pain on your face, you just forced a smile at him and said "oh." He regretted how you'd said sorry, like what you felt was wrong. He regretted how you pulled at your hands in an attempt not to cry in front of him because he knew that you knew he didn't know what to do when people cried.

And most of all, he regretted how he couldn't find the words. How easily he rejected you, how easily he'd simply said no. He regretted it all because he knew that he felt the exact same way. He knew, but you didn't. You didn't know that he harboured so much feeling for you that it felt like he would explode. And now you thought that he was nothing but a stone cold jerk who couldn't even spare an expression for you while breaking your heart in two.

Lastly, if anything, it was now a jarring reminder of how much of a coward he was. A reminder, when he lies awake in a cold sweat, of how he was too scared to be with the person he cared for the most. A reminder of how he could only find the words on his own, staring up at the ceiling multiple nights after.

"I need you too."

~

Do not repost, translate, or copy my work on to other platforms.

#hq x male reader #m!reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader #haikyuu x male reader #sakusa kiyoomi x male reader #sakusa x male reader #kiyoomi x male reader

[edwinas]

7, 19 & 20 for the NHIE ask game :)

I was waiting for you to finish season 2 now that you have, do you think they would write Paxton off as a horrible boyfriend just to make Devi run back to Ben. I'm honestly way too scared for the next season (if there is one).

Thanks for sending this!

Side note, you get the worst anons and I know from experience that B*nvis won’t listen to anything we say so please take care of yourself.

7. What’s your most unpopular opinion?

Answered here and here! Paxton is a man of colour, you racist cowards.

19. Just anything you want rant about, get something off your chest.

Answered here.

Also Paxton’s extreme objectification - it’s played up for comedic purposes but it seems that’s all people can see. In the pros and cons list in ep 1, all his qualities where physical and Devi didn’t refer to any of the sweet things he did for her. The show makes a good effort to explore his academic life but the running joke of Paxton only being hot is… dehumanising? And not that funny lol. A sexy Japanese character is revolutionary. But NHIE takes it to another level and erases anything and everything Paxton’s done.

The solo episode showed him being underestimated because he doesn’t apply himself in academics but it also has to do with his hyper sexualisation. Hotness is equated to lack of smarts (bimbo, “dumb blonde” stereotypes), especially when Paxton hasn’t shown book smarts. He has a lot of emotional intelligence and decency though. But school smarts is used interchangeably with intelligence in NHIE and in general. Low grades doesn’t mean you're inherently dense and Paxton’s proof of that.

20. What are your hopes/theories for season three?

- DEVI APPRECIATING HER CULTURE. PLEASE. We got Ganesh Puja and the self-hating diaspora kid in S1. Give me Devi willingly participating in a festival with her Pati & Amma.

- an episode where she’s with other Tamil kids who are more knowledgeable about their culture than Devi so she still feels like an outsider. It ends with Nalini telling her that she just not a fake or “watered down” Tamil girl. She’s been raised by Tamil parents in a foreign land where their culture wasn’t always welcome and not the norm. So they adapted. That doesn’t make Devi any less Tamil. That’s such an important life lesson and one I’m still grappling with.

- Kamala and Prashant have a truthful conversation about marriage. It doesn’t have to end with them making up. That’s a reality of arranged marriage and any relationship, things don’t always work out. But it’d be a shame to destroy two seasons of great world-building over a failed engagement that made no sense.

- an episode from Nalini’s point of view: a flashback with Mohan maybe, how they met or settled in the US, Devi’s birth, anything.

- Daxton’s given a real shot – writers don’t bungle Paxton like is S2 to make Devi turn to B*n. Shut it down and give Daxton an honest chance with no emotional cheating. They have a solid platonic foundation so I expect tons of wholesome exchanges, dates, chats about their futures and fears, interacting with the other’s family, DAXTON BEING ENTHUSIASTICALLY INVOLVED IN EACH OTHER’S LIVES. 

It’s likely that Daxton and Paxton will be ruined in S3 but who knows, we might be wrong!

#never have I ever #never have i ever netflix #devi vishwakumar #paxton hall yoshida #devi x paxton #daxton #nalini vishwakumar #my thoughts on nhie #anti ben #anti benvi

[neerons]

Insecurities and weaknesses — Voltage men's quotes :

Kei Soejima : “This is my first time sleeping with someone who I feel something for. I'm a little bit scared to bare my skin in the light. My left arm is still marred by burn marks. I thought the phrase head over heels was nothing more than a silly and hackneyed expression.”

Kazuomi Shido : “I get hurt, I cry... I'm human too, you know.”

Yuzuru Shiba : “I used to get teased for being this Asian kid who couldn't speak Italian. I couldn't wait to get out of here.”

Kyohei Rikudoh : “I wanted to get in even better shape so that you'd keep on being in love with me. Damn it...It's such a lame reason that I really didn't want to have to say it...”

Soryu Oh : “I had no idea how to fight off an opponent I couldn't even identify, and you suffered for it... I'm sorry that I failed you.”

Eisuke Ichinomiya : “Back then, the reason I had my back turned to her and didn’t answer... was because I wanted her to chase after me. (...) I was irritated at myself. For how soft I’d become. You are my weakness... I need and depend on you every single day.”

Rhion Hatter : “It’s scary to show someone my real face... to let them touch my bare skin...”

Hyogo Kaga : “When I was little, a pack of neighborhood bullies used to pick on me. I wasn’t a particularly large kid, so I lost every single fight. Crybaby. Coward. My sister’s friends teased her about having me for a little brother.”

Ayumu Shinonome : “Truth be told, I’m not cut out to be an instructor. I’m not as sincere as Goto. I’m not mature like Ishigami and Soma. I’m not strong enough to tackle tough issues without backing down, like Hyogo. What I am is boring and petty. I’m not the sort of person who should be leading others.”

Jin Namba : “God. She's still in her twenties. When I was in university, she was still in elementary school. That age gap is daunting. I bet I'll be a wrinkled mess when she gets to be my current age.”

Takaomi Tsugaru : “A murderer’s blood runs in my veins. This was the one thing I didn’t want her to know about me. I didn’t want you to know... Not you. Not my normal, innocent Little Hare.”

Jun Araki : “I lose my composure whenever I see her. There’s no attachment there, but I can’t help but to get angry. I hate that about myself (...)”

Ayato Hidaka : “Not just in romance, but in studying and sports... I’m supposed to be above average in everything. But without her I’d be nothing... I don’t think I can say that. I wonder if I’ve always been such a loser...”

Takamune Kitami : “Why did I have to fall for her...? When I have no chance of winning her over...”

Taki Kozaki : “I feel like I’m reverting back to the way I used to be... Going back to a time when I couldn’t trust the people around me or do anything but hide my feelings. I probably never even changed at all. Not really, anyway.”

Kiyohito Shirakami : “Kids started to bully me when I was in elementary school. They only did it because I look like I’m mixed...”

#I will add more characters when I’ll find more quotes #kei soejima #kazuomi shido #yuzuru shiba #kyohei rikudoh #soryu oh #eisuke ichinomiya #rhion hatter #kaga hyogo #ayumu shinonome #jin namba #takaomi tsugaru #jun araki #ayato hidaka #takamune kitami #taki kozaki #kiyohito shirakami #masquerade kiss #scandal in the spotlight #kissed by the baddest bidder #her love in the force #irresistable mistakes #my last first kiss #kings of paradise #insecurities and weaknesses quotes #quotes collection #quotes

[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairings: Ragnar/Rollo x sister!reader, Athelstan x reader

warnings: none

taglist: @randomfandomimagine

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN

You were the youngest of the Lothbrok children, being born seven years after Ragnar

You didn't look like either of your brothers; you were a mix of the two, with Rollo's dark brown hair and Ragnar's piercing blue eyes

You never approved of your brothers attitude, and you wanted to be as different from them as you could

You were trained to become a shieldmaiden, like lots of young women in and near Kattegat, but you had decided to become a healer and travel around to help people

It was something unexpected from you (that's what Rollo said), but you desired to discover new things, new cultures, new places

You wanted to give your life something to live for, other than waiting to die in battle and gain the right to go to Valhalla

However, you had to let the gods acknowledge the fact that you might have been worthy of a place around their table, whichever your aspirations were, so you decided to follow your brothers to their trip to the west

Actually, Ragnar genuinely wanted you to go

“Prepare your things, sister, we're going on a journey”

“What? Where?”

“England, or that's what I hope I'll find. I need someone who knows a way to communicate with the prisoners we're going to take”

“Are you serious? This is my best day ever, Ragnar! England, can you imagine? Unique installments, majestic landscapes and the most beautiful dresses!”

“I'll get you dresses, let you visit places, I'll build you everything you want to make you happy”

You couldn't say Ragnar was a bad brother; he'd done everything in his power to always see a smile on your face and never a frown. He wanted your dreams to become true; if he could help destiny swerve its path, if it wasn't bringing you to the place you wanted to be, Ragnar put destiny back into its rails.

On the other hand, Rollo believed that you were destined to fight; that, or you had to become the wife of someone rich and important in Kattegat or another town. Because of this conception of his, you always had a rocky relationship which often led to fights or ignoring the other completely

The second scenario is what happened after you sailed to the west; Ragnar wanted to make sure you were all right, that you weren't feeling uncomfortable or unwell, while Rollo was ignored

It wasn't your fault, and you knew that, but it still hurt you to have such a fragile relationship with your oldest brother

Ragnar was always the one to comfort you, beside Lagertha, whom you considered to be your sister

Anyways, when you, Ragnar and his crew of men had arrived to Lindisfarne you were against raiding the monastery and mercilessly killing the priests

To you, it was useless. Those men, who lived a simple, chaste and non-violent life, couldn't harm you or the rest of your crew

“Rollo, stop it, RIGHT NOW!”

“What do you mean, y/n? Don't you enjoy seeing these Christians suffer?”

“I do not, so I'm ordering you to stop what you're doing”

“And you're going to tell Ragnar, uhm? You're running to our brother, just like the coward you are?”

“Absolutely not, and if you don't stop right now you're going to feel my rage. Not Ragnar's”

“Screw you, sister”

“Screw you too, arsehole!”

Seeing that it was impossible to reason with your brother, you decided to do things your way and went to look for Ragnar

You found him talking to a priest, who was obviously scared by all that was happening

“You're going to keep this one alive, aren't you?”

“Yeah, along with a few others. His name is Athelstan, and he speaks our language”

“Hello Athelstan, I'm y/n Lothbrok, Ragnar's sister. I'm sorry this is happening, and I want you to know that I'm strongly against unnecessary violence so I'll try to protect yours and your friends lives”

“You can speak english?”

“I travelled a lot during my teenage years, and I had the chance to visit a place where a man taught me your language”

Needless to say, you and Athelstan became good friends

You were seen as the black sheep in Kattegat, and now you weren't completely alone anymore: you both had someone to talk to, to share your knowledge with

It was something unusual, to have friends or people around that didn't judge you for every little thing you did or said; if you weren't willing to do things or were afraid to fail while trying, Athelstan (just like Ragnar) was always by your side

Never, for anything in the world, would you have given that relationship away— after all, who finds a friend finds a treasure, right?

But you knew that there was something, deep inside the both of you, which suggested that it was never going to be just a friendship

#writerdream22 #reader insert #gif imagine #requests open #not requested #ragnar lothbrok #X reader #vikings imagine #vikings #vikings headcanons #Headcanons #vikings floki #floki x reader #floki the boat builder #rollo lothbrok #ragnar lothbrok x reader #Lothbrok sister!AU #x sister!reader #aethelstan

[animeyanderelover]

Ok I'm starting to notice Leorio gets little to no love so I just had to request a one-shot for him plus honestly I think he'd be one of the least stressful Yandere's to have.I'd love to see your interpretation with prompt 84“I’m not the most violent person, but I’m willing to change that if it means having you.”

Leorio is really a very easy one to deal with. And I totally agree, he doesn’t get enough love😤.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, overprotectiveness, violence

Prompt 84: “I’m not the most violent person, but I’m willing to change that if it means having you.”

Leorio. A name that you had always connected love and safety with. He was your boyfriend, your spoiling and loving partner. He had of course his moments where he was a bit harder to endure. When he became a bit more pervy for example. Or when he suddenly became a bit hotheaded. Leorio was a bit of a bomb when it came to other people being near you. Damn, this man could curse and yell if he wanted too and you always needed to drag him by his ear back to calm him down. But everyone had their flaws, right? And overall he was just very sweet for you. Often buying you flowers or chocolate to remind you that you were loved. Another thing that had made you fallen in love with him was his dream, his passion to become a doctor and save the life of people who hadn’t enough money to pay for proper treatment. It was in your opinion a great thing to work for. And hard working Leorio did, spending a good amount of time with studying and memorizing stuff for upcoming exams. And you tried to support him as good as possible, often bringing him snacks or helping him sorting the notes he took. You needed to repay his love somehow. You felt like you owed him that. Leorio often told you that you had already did enough by accepting him and that he owed you everything, but you didn’t let this answer count. It was your job to watch a bit out for him. Especially if he had one of his infamous outbursts. You needed to make sure that he didn’t do something stupid.

But you had never asked yourself what would actually happen if he should really lose his temper. And you had never wanted to think about it. Leorio was a hothead, but not necessarily a really violent one. That was at least what you had always thought. But everyone had their flaws. You, your parents, friends, people in the city, everyone. Including him. Some were small flaws, easily to overlook. But what happens if you discover a flaw, so huge that it can change your view on the person? And what if the person is someone you love with all your heart? What then? Do you start avoiding them? Or do you try to work it out because you love the person very much? What was the right choice in such a situation? Was there even a right or wrong in such a scenario? You had never thought about what would you do, you had never expected to ever be in such a situation. But even if you would have given it much thought before, would you be still be determined in your opinion you would have thought to be the right one. Or would your mind have started to waver in view of this situation? In the end it wouldn’t have stopped you from being torn apart between the screaming feeling of betrayal and disappointment and the whispering thoughts of forgiving and giving him a chance again. These thoughts were the bullets and yet the cure to your aching heart. And all because of him.

“I’m so sorry (y/n)! I’m so sorry that you had to witness this! I should have been more careful with this!”, Leorio apologized over and over again, walking panicked around in circles and pulling frustrated on his hair. Dear god, he was such an idiot!! He should have planned this more through instead of walking blindly into this situation! But he had anger and impatience letting cloud his judgement and had entered the fight blindly. Stupid, stupid, stupid!! And now you had seen everything. Leorio himself had somewhat sobered up when suddenly hearing his name being softly called, your beautiful voice trembling with fear. And he had felt like dying out of shame then and there. How could he have been so cruel to let you see this, witnessing how he beat up some guy you had never seen before. He had been so brutal with it, but had sobered up the moment he had layer eyes on you, seeing your wide eyes and quivering lip, taking cautious steps back. What had he been supposed to say in that moment? Nothing could have helped you in that moment, not even the fact that he had received informations from Killua that this man had been known in criminal places for capturing and selling people, focusing on pretty women and handsome men to have a better chance selling them. And he had recently taken an eye on you, wanting to grab you and a few other targets he had found in this city. And Leorio would have never let this happen. There could have been other options, but this guy had just happen to run into the already seething him on the way back. And Leorio had lost his temper in that moment.

You stared with huge eyes at the man in front of you, not really realizing him. He looked familiar yet also so unknown to you. Was that really your Leorio? Was this the same man you had often found sleeping with his face on one of his books, drooling all over it in the process? Was this the same man who had so often gifted you flowers and chocolates? Was this the same Leorio you knew? Or was he someone else? You didn’t know anymore what to think. Who was that guy in front of you? Listening to him explaining why he had done what he had done hadn’t really helped you either. It had just been excuses. Excuses with which he had tried to talk himself out of the situation, trying to prevent you from feeling scared of him. If that had been the goal you felt bad to tell him that he had failed. You were afraid, but not nearly as much as you were disappointed. You had thought that you had known him better. Wait. Were you disappointed in yourself? It looked like it. That didn’t seem right. You should feel anything, but self-blame in this situation. But you couldn’t help it. You had thought that you had known him better than this. But in reality you hadn’t known anything about him. He had fooled you with his sweet acts. And you moron had fallen for it. Love really made someone blind.

“Goddamn it! (y/n)! Please say something! Curse at me! Scream at me! Give me a punch if it helps you! But don’t just sit there and give me this look!” You couldn’t. You didn’t have the energy to do it. But most of all you didn’t have the heart. Not the heart to hurt him more than he already was. How could you if he was looking at you with such a heartbreaking look in his eyes at you? How were you supposed to hate someone who meant so much to you? You just couldn’t. But you also couldn’t bring yourself to just forgive him. To be honest, you didn’t know how to feel or what to do. That was why you chose to stay passive for now. With time an answer would eventually come to you. That’s what you hoped at least. Time would show if you would have to leave him or be able to stay with him. But for now you needed to ask him something. Something that might have an influence on your decision and might speed or slow the process down, depending on what he would answer you. And you were afraid of that. Afraid of hearing the wrong answer. Afraid of needing to make a decision that would hurt your heart and would break your already damaged image of him. But you knew that sometimes people needed to make a decision that would break their heart, but heal their soul. Love had always been a double-edged sword and it would always be. The more you loved the more it would hurt. But sometimes such pain was needed in order to make you wiser and see the world more clear. Some lessons were learned best through pain.

“Leorio?” Your voice sounded soft and quiet and if it wouldn’t have been for the already tormenting silence Leorio wouldn’t have been able to hear you. “Would you do something like this again? I understand that in some situations violence can’t be avoided. It’ll never be. But you just lost it when seeing that guy on the streets and dragged him in an alley to beat him up. Do you think that you would do something like this again? I mean getting so violent and beating someone up whilst being fully aware that they’re other ways to do it. You knew what you were doing was wrong...Right?” Leorio clearly heard the slight tremble in your voice when you said the last word. Actually he hadn’t thought about the consequences. The only thing he had wanted to do was getting that bastard to stay away from you. And when that man had started to call you nasty names and what a good plaything you would be for others he had completely lost it. Deep down he had known that there were other ways to solve this. But he hadn’t been able to hold back in that moment. How could he if he had the object of anger and problems right in front of him? And as soon as he had started he hadn’t even thought about stopping. Something...Something about smashing that guy over and over again had given him a satisfying feeling which had at first scared him a bit. He shouldn’t feel such things whilst beating someone up. But on the other hand he knew that this guy would only learn his lesson through this. Leorio knew people like him, knew their way of thinking. They would instantly run away and avoid someone when knowing that they didn’t have the upper hand. People like him were cowards who only pretended to be strong, but show them that you’re stronger and they would beg for mercy on their knees.

Leorio had a conflicted look on his face, gazing over your slightly shaking form. He knew that he wanted to protect you. He had to! As long as you reminded unharmed he was ready to go far. He couldn’t let someone take you away from him. Not if he had the power to stop whatever harm might come your way from touching you. And...And if that meant having to be a bit more vicious in certain situations then so be it. He knew that this wouldn’t make you happy. You were so precious and also so nonviolent. It was no wonder that you couldn’t handle this well. But that’s why he had to be there for you. He had promised you the day you had accepted his confession that he would always protect you and be there for you. And there was no chance that he would ever break that promise to you. He let out a exhausted sigh, giving you a almost helpless look. And from the way a shadow crossed your eyes he knew that you knew what his decision was. “I’m not the most violent person, but I’m willing to change that if it means having you.” You blinked slowly, turning your gaze to your toes. “I see...” Love hurt a lot you noticed. It was funny how love could hurt so much and yet so many people searched for it. And it was also always fascinating how less people really knew about others as they claimed to know. Every person had their flaw. But would you be able to overlook this one?

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere leorio #yandere leorio paradinight

[casmybelovedass]

The Destiel Folder: Season 5

[Season 4 here]

Episode 1:

Dean is visibly upset about Cas' death, especially at (6:07), and Zachariah notices. From here on, we have a progressive worse reaction from Dean to each of Castiel's deaths

Dean calls Cas a 'friend', again sounding very upset (8:20)

We also get a parallel between Dean and Sam: "I learned that from my friend Cas, you son of a bitch!" and "I learned that from Ruby." (9:10) ICWAW, this parallel would implicate romantic subtext

Cas comes back, bringing top energy onto Zachariah, and Dean just... checks him out (32:43) [this is a frequent thing by the way, I'm on S10 right now, it is]

Episode 2:

I'm so fuckin sorry but I'm laughing too hard at this: D"God" C"Yes" D"God" C"Yes!" (4:09) guys, don't sex-talk in front of Sam and Bobby

"I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you." (4:54)

Dean gives in to Cas' top energy "Dean, give it to me." (5:53) shit, guys, enough sex-talk

Episode 3:

The 'personal space scene'. Dean, love, if someone is in your personal bubble, and you don't want them there, you don't stand there for 10 seconds while flicking your gaze from their eyes to their lips TWICE (6:04) ICWAW, these scene would be read as full of sexual tension

Dean here compares himself and Cas to Thelma & Louise, from a movie with HELLA lesbian subtext. And the way he looks at Cas for 7 seconds, tongue between his teeth and just... this fucking look (7:37)

You don't look at friends that way. You don't.

"I need your help, because you're the only one who'll help me. Please". (7:58) Cas trusts Dean will help him while no other would, and he is right... also Dean keeps glancing at his lips

The way Dean fixs Cas' tie and collar, so domestic. (10:34) [This will parallel in 10x05 when Dean messes up musical!Castiel's tie for it to be a legit costume.] Also, the whole police station scene is full of Old married couple moments

"There are two things that I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay." And then they were voted best chemestry couple like Bert and Ernie. Just saying. (16:23) "Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch... let's go."... and Cas just follows Dean like nothing, but later on...

... Cas is beyond terrified at the idea of being intimate with a woman (11:24),

tho he followed Dean with no problem. ... Did... did he think Dean was making an offer?

He chugs down a beer in fear, poor baby

And he is so jumpy I'm dying

Dean admits Cas is the only one who has made him laugh for real in years (20:58), also, shoulder hug, and Cas, who was on the verge of tears a moment earlier, is smiling and comfortable now.

"Don't look at me, it was his idea." (26:57) the look Cas gives Dean, they're so fucking #MARRIED

"Today you're my little bitch." "... What he said!" Dean is impressed and amused by Cas' smugness (and top energy) (31:55) Basically "Well, mark me down as scared and horny!"

Dean understands how Cas feels, and wants to help. He says he feels good with him "I've had more fun with you in the past 24h that I've had with Sam in years... and you're not that much fun." (36:06) Dean doesn't want to be alone, didn't want Cas to leave.

Episode 4:

Dean sounds and looks like a teenager on the phone with their crush, teasing Cas while smiling softly (1:22). Also "I'll just... wait here then." (2:15)

Even as a mortal, Cas stuck with Dean through the apocalypse, living in pain, chugging down drugs, but never leaving Dean's side. Being his second during hunts. Having only each other

And this Cas can recognize this Dean is not his own only by glancing at him for a moment (... by looking at his dick?!) (18:37)

Dean is stunned and concerned about apocalypse!Cas and how his life turned out

Apocalypse!Cas sits like Dean. Aww, they've been rubbing off on each other [yeah, I bet] (22:27)

"I like past you!" and that smile. So sweet and nostalgic (25:35)

This whole scene (23:48). They are so #MARRIED

Dean is concerned about Cas doing drugs, being basically depressed and living like shit (28:03)

Cas saves Dean again. "We had an appointment." "...Don't ever change." and the way they stare at each other (38:49) look at those smiles and how longingly Cas looks at Dean

Episode 8:

Not a destiel moment, but Dean is totally BI: (12:04); "Sure" (12:42); "What makes Dr Sexy, SEXY, is that he wears cowboy boots!" (12:57); and Dean loves cowboys, just saying

Is... is Dean thinking about Cas being pretty? And about the fact that a creepy guy just called his angel 'pretty'? (20:26)

First thing Dean requests Gabe does is to bring Cas back, threatening him

Episode 9:

Dean reacting to Damien and Barnes being a couple is... LOL (36:27) and after that (38:40), he is on his own, fiddling with his keys, smiling to himself. And when Sam asks if he is okay, he responds "Yeah, you know? I think I'm good." while still smiling to himself. Is he happy about an queer man portraying him, about seeing himself in a confident, openly queer man in a relationship? What else could it be?

Episode 13:

Dean gets more and more worried when Cas gets/is hurt (9:45)(38:02). Also, he got Cas a honeymoon suite. Wow. How sweet.

Episode 14:

The phone call scene. The stares, the tension... look at this shit (10:00)

Dean, stop checking out Cas. You're working. But seriously, look at him. He likes his roughness. AND AGAIN WITH THE LIPS STARING (11:02)

Dean and Cas, after being touched by a cherub, stand shoulder-to-shoulder close to each other, in front of a bi-coloured window (13:26-13:33) I MEAN- Also, Dean, you're staring at a naked man's dong... just saying (13:33-13:36)... stop that, be a professional

Is this the first wink Dean gives at Cas? (14:37) for real? With a cherub in the room? Wow.

(16:16) "Where did he go?" "I belive you upset him." Look at Cas during this scene. #MARRIED

Cas asks Dean where his Famine-induced-hunger is, why he seems unaffected by it... and Dean stares at Cas, then the burger he is holding, then back at him, like he has everything he could want right there, in his Baby (29:22)

Episode 16:

... I'm sorry, but... did Cas really have to MOAN Dean's name to get his attention? (5:24)

I believe this is the first time we ever hear Dean say the words "I love you" (14:38-28:09), and he is saying them to Sam. The only other time we hear him say it is to his mother in 12x22. And the only other person he was supposed to say those words to was, in fact, Cas in 8x17. Let that sink in.

"You son of a bitch." Dean's been rubbing off on Cas, and this is not the only line he has picked up from Dean (38:29)

Episode 17:

This is such a sweet scene. Cas is showing himself weak once again, and Dean sympathises with him, reassures him, confides in him. How sweet. (30:17) ICWAW, this would be seen as a romantic bonding moment

Episode 18:

Cas legit looks like an angry wife. Look how pissed he is at Dean (6:19) #MARRIED

This is such a #MARRIED scene, with Cas being pissy at Dean "being a coward". Also "Yeah, you know what? Blow me, Cas!" and his look after that, like "Does... does he actually want me to?" (13:22)

and this is not the last 'sexual invitation' Dean makes Cas. In fact, minutes later...

"Cas, not for nothing, but, the last person who looked at me like that... I got laid. *wink*" ... just... that (17:53). ICWAW, people would believe this was flirtatious, SHAMELESS, teasing

Look at that FULL TOP MODE tho

"I gave everything for you, and this is what you give to me?" (25:28) Cas is not just angry at Dean for giving up on the plan, but for giving up on life, on them. "So you could surrender to them?" (25:17) not "So you can let them win". It could've been phrased that way, but this is not about the angels winning. It's about Dean giving up on them. Cas is 'cause Dean would be selfishly leaving them

Cas starts taking off his tie and... Dean just stares (31:46). Moments later, we find out Cas totally took his shirt off in front of the boys to make the banishing simbol on his chest, and by the way Dean was STARING when it was only a tie, I bet he either gawked or averted his eyes. Either way, GAY

Cas prefers to die rather than watch Dean fail and die himself (31:55) Also, Sam still thinks of Dean as a hero who can do no wrong, while Cas recognizes his flaws and weaknesses. He knows Dean

Zachariah grabs Dean by the collar and gets in his face. Dean does nothing but flinch a little, mantaining his strong appearance. He only submits and looks overwhelmed when Cas does it (37:50)

Episode 19:

Cas is priority to Dean over Adam. He's more family to him than his actual blood (5:29)

Episode 21:

Cas is basically human, bloody, hurt, powerless and weak. First thing he does? Reach out for Dean (3:16)

Cas is still weak and powerless, and took a bus for miles, just to get back to Dean (12:35)

Episode 22:

Moments before basically going and kill himself, Dean focuses on Cas instead of Bobby, his father figure (24:35)

Cas is on the verge of tears at the thought of Dean dying (25:20)

We know Cas can heal without having to touch the body, but we always see him reach for contact with Dean (35:52) [That's why in S15, it hurts to see Cas not touching Dean while healing him. It feels unnatural]

Dean loves cowboys, and associates Cas to a sheriff. Cas, knowing that, smiles softly at the idea(37:30). Also, Dean obviously doesn't want Cas to leave, and tears up when he does

[Season 6>>]

#the destiel folder #destiel #icwaw #if castiel were a woman #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #spn #dean x castiel #supernatural rewatch #spn rewatch #supernatural family #spn family #spn fandom #fandom #supernatural series #supernatural spn #casdean #jensen ackles #misha collins #destiel gifs #rewatch #time stamp #gay ships #i ship it #destiel should be canon #deancas #spn season 5 #destiel moments

[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,970 words.

Prompt Time! Since this is what consider to be a Drabble I’m using @wackydrabbles Prompt #77 “I didn’t mean to worry you.” It’ll be in bold in black.

Song And Story Inspiration: Fallen (Video Edit)-Mya | Break Of Dawn-Michael Jackson

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This story is ongoing as the game chapters are released weekly. So as soon as I read them (or reread the latest chapter), I’ll write the chapters to this story.

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 1.) Call Of The Wolf.

It had been a 3rd straight week of weird dreams for Naia Evans. She would wake up in a cold sweat, a racing heartbeat and goosebumps on her skin. And like clockwork she would lay in bed staring up at the ceiling for 2 hours. And when she was never able to go back to sleep, she would put on jogging shorts and a tank top and go for an early morning run to clear her head.

All of her dreams started after she did research about her mom’s hometown of Hunt’s Peak West Virginia. She wanted to know more about it. Because every time she asked her mother about Hunt’s Peak, her mother immediately shut her down. She was all but forbidden to mention it, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to learn more.

She would look up Hunt’s Peak on Google and see pictures of the forest, mountains and the town square. She would think of meeting the uncle she never knew. But mostly, she wondered why her mother left a seemingly sleepy town in a mountainous area.

After her early morning run, Naia hopped in the shower then got ready for work.

Life for her was as normal as it gets.

She was born Naia Michelle Evans on October 30th 1988 in Raleigh North Carolina to Laurie and Shane Evans. And being an only child, she was spoiled rotten, especially by her daddy. She had a good job as an interior designer. But she wasn’t so lucky in the love department though. After two failed relationships, Naia was back to living at home with her parents in the Washington D.C. area. Although in some way, she felt somewhat unfulfilled. She felt like there was always something missing but could never figure out what it was or why she felt that way.

After coming home from a long day of work, she was in the shower. After the bathroom filled with steam and she stepped inside the shower, she heard a voice.

“Beloved.”

It was a man's voice. One she’d heard for weeks now.

“Come.”

“No.”

She leaned against the shower wall.

“Go away!” She whined.

“Come home.”

She groaned and closed her eyes trying to block it out.

“Come to me…”

When she opened her eyes, the voice was gone. It was just her and a hot shower. She showered, changed into her pajamas then climbed into bed and went to sleep and began to dream. In her dream is where she saw a wolf.

But she wasn’t scared. Strangely, she was calm even a little bit curious. She watched its fur bristle as it walked towards her. As it got closer, she saw its beautiful eyes.

They were golden and bored into her. When she reached out to touch the wolf, it changed into a man. He was what she always known as tall, fine and chocolate. But the one thing that struck her were his eyes. They were just as golden as the wolf’s eyes.

He reached out a hand and she took it. Soon she was in his arms, looking up at him. She felt safe, wanted, needed and desired. She felt his strength and passion while she stood in his arms. She reached up to touch his face and watched him lean into her touch. He looked real. And when he kissed her, he felt real. Her knees felt weak and her body temperature skyrocketed. She needed him just as much as he needed her. Her body yearned for him. Her heart raced. And when their kiss ended, she was dizzy.

It felt real to her. She wanted more, especially after seeing his golden eyes. She felt a connection with this dream man and couldn’t explain it.

“Touch me…” she begged.

He tilted her chin up then whispered, “soon Beloved. Very soon we’ll be together.”

She woke up gasping for air right after those words were uttered. Breathing heavy, heart pounding in her chest and in a cold sweat with goosebumps all along her arms. Just like many nights before but this time was different. Because her body felt like it was on fire. Craving to be touched but not just by anyone. Her body craved him and his touch. When her heart stopped racing and her breathing calmed down she checked to see what time it was.

4:45am.

That’s the time her phone read after she woke up.

She sighed to herself and laid back down then eventually went back to sleep. Dreaming of his golden eyes. As weird as that dream was to her, she wanted it again. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to feel his arms around her again. She wanted to kiss him again.

Later that morning after breakfast she was in the kitchen, having a conversation with her daddy about Hunt’s Peak.

“I don’t know why you won’t but I wish you would drop this, Naia.”

“Daddy you know why I can’t.”

“Naia I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“You and mama never do! It’s like you’re ashamed to tell me anything!”

“There’s a reason for that! Just leave it alone!”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

Just then her mother walked into the kitchen and their conversation.

“Because it’s better for you to never know. Baby I know you want to know but it’s nothing that concerns you!” Her mother snapped at her.

“But mom!” She began to protest.

“No! No more! This conversation is over, Naia!”

Once again her mother shut her down.

“You two are absolutely impossible!” She fussed.

Her mother sat down at the kitchen table and looked at her daughter.

“Trust me baby, I’m doing what I know best.”

“And what is that mama?” Naia asks.

“I’m protecting you!” Her mother replies.

“From what? What could be so bad about a small sleepy town?” Naia asks.

Her mother took a deep breath before she spoke.

“When I was 18 something terrible happened. And I told people. But no one believed me. They said I was lying. That it couldn’t have happened. The people in that town said I was exaggerating the truth. So I packed up and left and I never looked back. That town and those people are dangerous. And I am telling you to stay away from it and them.”

Naia’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my God! Mama were you?” She asked in a panicked voice.

“No I wasn’t sweetie.” Laurie replied.

“But what about your brother?” Naia asks her.

Laurie scoffed and replied, “ohhh you mean the coward, who wouldn’t protect his only sister?”

Naia went quiet.

“Listen to me baby. You are a grown woman. More than capable of doing any and everything you set your brilliant mind to. You can be anything from being an architect like your daddy to a nurse like me, hell I can even see you being the next and first black female president. Hell for all I care you could even be a drug dealer both legally and illegally. As long as you apply yourself and you enjoy it. But this? I can’t allow this. Now I can’t tell you how to live your life or what to do with it. But what I am telling you is this: you are NOT to go anywhere near Hunt’s Peak! Do I make myself clear?” Her mother asks.

“Yes mama. I understand.” Naia replies.

Her father cleared his throat then spoke in a stern tone.

“Naia baby, your mama and I love you more than we could ever tell you. And we are only trying to protect you. Hunt’s Peak isn’t the friendly place you’re thinking that it is. I am begging you to listen to your mother. Hunt’s Peak is no good. So trust us when we say that you are NOT to go there!”

Naia knew she wasn’t going to win this argument.

“Okay. I’ll drop it.” She said to her parents.

Laurie reached out and took Naia’s hands in her own.

“Good. I know you think that we’re not being fair but sweetheart you have to trust us. Especially me. Because if something were to ever happen to you because of those people and town, I would never forgive myself. So you need to drop this once and for all.”

“Yes mama.”

Her mother kissed the side of her forehead.

“Thank you baby. Now if you don’t mind I have an anniversary trip to finish packing for.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” She asked.

Her father scoffed then replied, “we barely want you in the house so no. You’re not going.”

“But daddy it’s Paris! I’ve always wanted to go to Paris!” Naia whined.

“And one day you will go to Paris. Just not today.”

They all laughed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Her father stood then wrapped her up in his signature bear hug.

“Baby we know that you’re curious about your mom’s hometown but it’s safer for you to just let it go.”

“I promise I won’t bring it up anymore.”

“Good. Now what are you gonna do while your mother and I are gone?” Shane asks.

“Netflix, Hulu and takeout. Ohh and maybe porn.” Naia replied.

“NO!”

Naia chuckled.

“I just wanted to see what your reactions would be.”

“Laurie…get your child!”

“Ohhh so NOW she’s my child? Any other damn time you’d be willing to fight me to claim her!”

The rest of her Saturday went on as it usually does. But that night was anything but usual. After drifting off to sleep, Naia began to dream. And in her dream she saw him and his golden eyes. She was happy to see him and he was happy to see her. She couldn’t run into his open arms fast enough.

“I missed you.” She said to him.

She could feel his arms tighten around her, lovingly and protectively.

“I’ve missed you too, Beloved.”

“It’s time, Beloved.”

“Time for what?” She asks.

“Time for us to be together. It’s time for you to come home. To come and be at my side.” He replies.

“Where are you?” She asks.

He looked deep in her eyes then replied, “Hunt’s Peak.”

“I can’t. I promised my parents that I wouldn’t.”

“We are destined for each other Beloved.”

“But I…”

He silenced her with a kiss so powerful that it made her body weak.

“Come to me. Be with me. Answer the call.”

She woke up soon thereafter. She sat up in her bed and it became clear to her: she had to answer the call.

She HAD TO go to Hunt’s Peak. She had to find him. She had to be with him. So she made a plan to go to Hunt’s Peak. She knew it was a risk and she knew that she was disobeying her parents. But she knew that she had to take it. She needed to know. She had to know.

The next day she set her plan in motion. She waited until after her parents left for the airport, before she packed up her personal items, loaded them into her SUV and left her parents a note before leaving.

“Dear Mama and Daddy,

I’m sorry to write this but I’m going to Hunt’s Peak. I have to go, so please don’t be mad at me. Please forgive me. I love you. Again I’m sorry.”

After driving for several hours, she checked into a Days Inn on the outskirts of town to rest before she continued on.

She was sitting on the bed, blow drying her hair after stepping out of the shower, when there was a knock at her door. When she opened the door, her jaw hit the floor. It was him. She couldn’t believe that he was real and he was looking at her.

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