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confessedlyfannish · 7 months

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DP x DC Prompt #4

When they all convene at the cave, Alfred is silently wrapping Dick's knuckles. Damian hovers beside him. Tim and Barbara are hunched over the batcomputer, not even sparing Bruce a glance as he strides over.

"Report," Batman grunts. No one reacts.

"Report!"

"Hood pushed his panic button at 2:34 AM," Barbara says shortly, straightening.

The button had been a joke, mostly because Jason would never use it and everyone knew it.

"I patched into his comm at 2:35. This is what I heard initially." At her nod, Tim presses play. What occurs next is a garble. There is the sound of high winds, as if Hood is rushing through the air, even though the comms are designed to filter out any ambiance otherwise the Bats would never hear each other. Interspersed is a mixture of static punctuated by high, inhuman screeches of metal and something else unknown.

"This goes on," Barbara says after thirty long seconds, switching it off. "Red Hood failed to respond to any attempts at contact. I dispatched Nightwing to Hood's location at 2:36 AM. He was approximately two miles away." She pulls up a GPS map of their respective locations, their beacons blinking.

"At 2:41 AM, Red Hood's comm goes off, as does his GPS," Barbara says, swallowing softly as the red beacon indicating Jason disappears. "Nightwing arrives at 2:42 AM."

Dick doesn't say anything, head hanging low as he grips the metal table he sits on. Damian glances between the two of them, expression flat but fists clenched.

"Nightwing, report."

"..."

"Scene was empty, B," Tim speaks up. "No trace of Hood, no sign of a struggle. No cameras in the alley. We've been checking the ones nearby but so far there's no sign of anyone but Hood heading in that direction...and no one, Hood included, caught in the cams heading out, not within that time frame."

"So he's still in the area," Batman concludes. "The local buildings?"

"All the entrances have cameras, which showed no evidence of Hood nor any evidence of being tampered with," Barbara says. "Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin canvased within a half mile radius to check for any signs of disturbances in any of the windows or rooftops but found no evidence to support Hood being taken. A scan confirmed several serial offenders, but when interviewed and searched there was no sign of Hood. Several in the area reported an unusual quiet for Crime Alley."

Batman forces the next question out. "Did you check the dumpsters?"

"Yes," Nightwing grits out. "Empty."

Barbara clears her throat. "I have attempted to reconnect to Jason's GPS and comm as well as restart both remotely but there's no signal at all. The thing is, when there's a disruption like that it usually leaves some sort of sign" she pulls up the audio waves, pointing at the end where the spikes conform into a straight line that makes everyone deeply uncomfortable. Upon playing, the noise from before plays before going abruptly silent. "But there is no large spike, this is clean. It just ends. His GPS is much the same. It's not off, it's just gone."

"I know you don't like to hypothesize this early on, B, but we think this involves a meta," Tim says, rewinding the audio. "We've been running the audio from Jason's comm through different filters, playing with the levels and isolating what we can and, well, take a listen--"

The screeching drops to a sort of muffle and in the background, distantly, they can hear bits of Jason's voice.

"No, I'm not---"

"--don't need--"

"get AWAY from--"

a particularly desperate yell that makes Tim flinch, "I am NOT--!"

and almost a whimper that makes Batman's blood run cold, "please..."

And then, unfairly clear even through the faint garble, Jason says "I don't have a choice, do I."

And a minute later, quietly: "Ok."

The audio cuts off.

The defeat in Jason's last words is palpable, and fundamentally wrong. Jason has never sounded defeated a day in his life, and no one knows how to process Red Hood all but giving his hands over for the cuffs. Nightwing pushes himself off the table.

"I'm going back out there," he growls. No one tries to stop him as he stalks out the cave, not even Alfred.

"I will accompany Nightwing, make sure he does not punch any more walls." Damian says, nodding tightly.

"B?" Barbara asks.

"Keep working on it. See if you can identify what could be making those noises if Hood was standing still in an alley," Batman says, walking towards the zeta tube. "I'm going to make a few calls."

#batman #danny: how do i take this incredibly volatile vigilante that shoots first talks later and scares the crap outta me to a doctor #danny: I scaRE HIM HARDER #danny phantom #red hood #nightwing #red robin #dp x dc #oracle #dp x dc au #batfam #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover

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genderqueerdykes · 2 months

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i got paired up with a new therapist who specializes in and works primarily with neurodivergent patients. i felt comfortable enough to tell her that i'm autistic. she asked if i've ever received a formal diagnosis- i said no, because i've attempted in the past and i've been turned down because i'm "too articulate," i "speak too well," and they see my feminine deadname and that i'm legally AFAB and dismiss me, because "women can't be autistic".

my therapist told me that self-diagnosis is valid.

as we continued to talk through that session, she readily pointed out several autistic behaviors that i had been displaying without even realizing; i began infodumping about queer history and psychology without even realizing it, which she pointed out and then remarked that those are definitely special interests of mine. i felt floored. i knew these things about myself, but she acknowledged them effortlessly without hesitation.

in the next session, she pointed out that my tendency to re-analyze social interactions well past the time that they are over is also an autistic trait, and that i wasn't ruminating anxiously, but rather that's just how many autistic people process- we "over" analyze things in ways that allistics do not. it's difficult for many of us to figure out the entirety of what's happening in the moment, we process over time.

after that, she told me that during our next session, she wanted to spend that appointment talking about my special interests so she could get a better picture of me- specifically using that wording, calling them special interests.

after years of trying and failing to get acknowledgement for my neurotype, all it took was one therapist who specializes in neurodivergence to see the signs. one. sometimes all it takes is one person to make the difference. don't give up if you think you are autistic and are struggling to get a diagnosis or just recognition for it. it doesn't mean you're wrong. the average allistic knows nothing about how autism actually presents itself, only what they know from media, memes and mean jokes. sometimes all it takes is meeting one person who knows what autism looks like.

don't give up. you know who you are.

#autism #actually autistic #autistic #autistic things #neurodivergence #neurodiversity #neuropunk #our writing #about us

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y4z1 · 9 months

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𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 | part 1

Pairing: Childhood friend Felix x reader

Genre: fluff, smut, childhood friends to lovers

Synopsis: it's a boring Saturday and you're watching stranger things, when you see your phone light up to a text message. It's Felix asking to come over and make brownies. Things escalate quickly when you decide to do a small favor for him.

Warnings: swearing, possessive felix?, 18+ content, minors dni, making out, hickeys, dirty talk kinda, manhandling?, That's pretty much it enjoy!

WC: 0.8k

PART 2 →

The sound of Dustin's voice resonated in your ears as you were rewatching the stranger things. You had several plans today but none of which you could complete due to your lazing around. But it was a boring Saturday, you were tired from work, and all motivation had left your body. You lived alone, so who was to complain?

The sight of your phone lightning up on the corner of your eye snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Felix.

You instantly picked up your phone with excitement and started tapping away at the letters on your phone.

Yongbokie🧸🌹: Heyyy

Yongbokie🧸🌹: wyd????👀

You: HIII

You: watching stranger things wbuuuu

Yongbokie🧸🌹: again?

Yongbokie🧸🌹: I was just gonna ask if u wanna make brownies with me ^v^

You: yeah sure id love to :)

You and Felix were best friends since childhood. There isnt a single memory you can recall that Felix wasn't in, he was the only person who truly understood you. He was like your other piece of the puzzle.

Getting yourself up and off the couch you excitedly rushed to the bathroom to get ready and pick out a simple outfit from your closet. You quickly threw on a skirt and an oversized hoodie. You did some light makeup, grabbed a cute bag and left.

After what felt like forever, you finally arrived. You didn't know why but you felt a little nervous. Maybe it was just because you hadn't seen Felix in a while. You pushed all feelings aside and knocked on the door.

You were instantly met with a pair of brown chocolate eyes, you would stare at them for eternity if you could.

"hi"

"hey", his deep Australian accent never failed to fluster you. He pulled you into a hug, it was like a tradition for you and Felix now, you'd hug everytime you met. But this time it felt different.

A while after catching up and gathering all the ingredients, you both decided to finally begin baking, but how could you when he's standing right in front of you. His gaze was strong, like he could seduce you with just his eyes. His lips? Cherry red, so plush and soft. Oh the urge to pull him close and kiss him—what were you thinking. You were just friends. Nothing more. Even though it hurt to admit it, you knew it was wrong to have such thoughts about your childhood friend.

You pushed any intrusive thoughts away and, finally, you started the process. You broke the chocolate into pieces. You added the chocolate and some butter into the pan and started stirring until it melted. You were about to add the sugar, eggs, vanilla and flour but Felix insisted on doing it for you. After putting the brownies in the oven. You leaned against the counter. The whole time you could sense felix's quick glances at you from the side of your eye but you didn't think much of it.

You looked at Felix as he was already staring at you. You noticed the brownie batter on the side of his mouth.

"did you eat the batter?"

He chuckled, "yeah I did"

Walking over to the tissue roll, you ripped off a corner of the tissue. His eyes burning holes in your back. You walked over to him and glided the tissue across the corner of his plush lips.

He harshly pulled both your arms and wrapped them around his neck. His right arm, snaking around your waist. "You could've used your tongue instead". You were left speechless and a blushing hot mess. You were sure by now you'd looked like a tomato. "Hm?" he purred. Both of his hands now around your waist as he slowly pushed you into the edge of the island. You let go of your arms around his neck, and he instantly caged you in, both hands on your side, pushing you into the cold marble. Your hand went up to his chest, not finding it in you to push him away— maybe a part of you wanted this. He was leaning closer and closer. He cupped your cheeks and you could feel his soft lips crash into yours. Butterflies filling your stomach-more like a zoo. You couldn't take in what was happening but you wanted more. You pulled him closer, your bodies drawing eachother in like magnets. The room was filled in light groans and sounds of pleasure. What was once a kiss, was know a make out session. Hands roaming around eachothers body.

Without breaking the kiss, he used his strong arms, lifted you up by the waist and sat you on the kitchen island. He slowly trailed kisses down to your neck. He sucked onto your soft skin, which let a quiet moan out of you.

His left hand traveled down to your heat, rubbing your clit in circles. "Fuck, your so wet" he growled in your ear.

Just when you heard the bedroom door rattle.

This was short, and I know this might not be the best but i am still new to this app so I'm still learning. this got deleted 3 times and I'm so disappointed

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gyutarling · 4 months

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INFINITE

late night adventures with beomgyu...

♯ — beomgyu x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ wc 1.7k

warnings! — cursing, mentions of burning things, mentions of ghosts and death, catcher in the rye slander (not srs if u like that book thats cool!), a little pretentious, jokes about dating a senior citizen, lowercase intended, not proofread

note — went ballistic after gyu made an insta..... save me manic pixie dream boy..... save me....

“gyu, where are we even going?” you enquired. frankly, you were still a little grumpy from being woken up at 3 in the morning, with beomgyu outside your window holding your shoes, wordlessly telling you to follow him.

when no reply came after several pauses, you glanced over next to you, only to find him completely zoned out. you were about to open your mouth to snap at him, patience spreading thin from the sleepiness, but then he smiled.

“the library, we’re sneaking in.” he turned his eyes back to the road ahead after making eye contact with you, mischief still heavy on his cheeks.

what he said took you a few seconds longer to process. “oh, okay— wait. what?!” in your befuddled state, you stopped in your tracks, “what do you mean by ‘sneaking in’? why the library?” honestly, you were more surprised that you didn't have more questions, but then again, this is beomgyu, you wouldn't put something like this past him.

beomgyu casually fixed his bangs, “sneaking in as in, we’re gonna not-so-legally enter the library like, right now.” he stopped in front of said building, you didn’t even notice you had been walking for so long. “and the library because there's a book i wanna burn.”

you almost shouted out a question, if not for beomgyu placing his hand over your mouth when he saw you staring at him with wide eyes. “hush! we might get caught!” his hand dropped after he felt your tongue touching his palm, “gross! anyway, do you have a paperclip i can borrow? kinda need to pick this lock before we do the actual ‘sneaking in’ part.” he held out his hand as he inspected the lock.

“what the fuck? are you insane?!” you opted for whisper shouting instead. you take it back, just when you thought he couldn't get any crazier, he proves you wrong with his stupidly perfect smile that seems to grow wider with each late night adventure. “first of all, why did i have to come with? could you not have done this yourself? i don’t wanna get in trouble again.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“this is a two-person operation! besides, it’s more fun this way. so sorry in advance if i do get us into trouble,” beomgyu whispered back, and by the dimple peeking out from his smirk, you can tell he didn’t mean his apology.

you let out a relenting sigh and handed him a paperclip, “okay, but second of all, what book got you so enraged that you just had to sneak into the town library at such an ungodly hour just to steal and burn it?”

“it’s not like it enraged me, i mean, books are supposed to make you feel intense things, so i would have liked it if it did enrage me,” beomgyu mindlessly spoke while fidgeting with the paperclip, “it’s ‘the catcher in the rye’, borrowed and finished it recently, and i don’t know, the main character is just such a whiny ass bitch boy. he’s got this whole self-loathing, self-aware hypocrite persona going on, and throughout the book he pretty much just talks and drinks and pities himself. i think the author tried to make him too relatable, to the point that he became unrealistic, if that makes sense,” he rambled on, “the only part i liked was near the end, the part with his sister was actually pretty well-written.”

“so you are enraged,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his mini rant, “you’re cute when you ramble, by the way.”

“hm, i’d say the word would be ‘unimpressed’, i just don’t like it.” he pretended to inspect the lock closer, yet still failing miserably at hiding his reddening cheeks. a few minutes after poking and moving the paperclip around inside the keyhole, you heard a click, and seconds later, you two were inside the pitch dark library. “alright, we’re in. the rest should be fairly easy.”

“hold on, one more question,” you realised as you took out your phone for the flashlight, “why didn’t you just do this when you still had the book? why did you have to return it and then come back?” you were too far into the theft and arson two-person operation to be angry at beomgyu for dragging you into it at this point. you were happy to be hanging out with him anyway.

“hey, this might make me a criminal, but i’m not a heathen. i return my shit, never had an overdue book in my entire life,” beomgyu bragged, “mrs. librarian is basically my best friend.”

“and yet you don’t know her name?” you laughed at his antics.

“i believe in the magic of mystery,” he said in an exaggerated fancy accent, “besides, names and such formalities are for first dates, which i might score one soon, heard her husband’s been out a lot.”

“gross, dude! she’s like 78!” you couldn’t help but to playfully shove him.

“and yet she remains such a radiant beauty, her prune-like visuals never fail to amaze me!” beomgyu emphasised even more, and you both couldn’t help but let out loud laughs you weren’t supposed to.

“how romantic, even shakespeare wouldn’t have been able to be as eloquent as you. save it for her, though, i don’t wanna hear about how you’re into an old, saggy woman who’s pushing 80.”

as the laughter died down, you two decided to split up to look for the object of beomgyu’s hatred. you were a little unsettled by the dark, this was a library after all, a very fitting place for a victorian ghost to haunt.

just when you were about to let out a breathy laugh at your own absurd thoughts, you heard a creaking noise. you quickly turned off your phone’s flashlight, this was it, you always knew beomgyu would lead to your downfall by baiting you to some supernatural entity. he probably made a deal with the devil and offered up your soul. no, scratch that, beomgyu is the devil himself—

“boo!” you let out a squeak and fell backwards, startled as you saw beomgyu with his flashlight shining from below his face. you breathed heavily, trying to catch up with the shock as he let out silent cackles. beomgyu might be even more evil than the devil.

“oh man, you should’ve seen your face!” he spitted out between laughter, but that abruptly stopped when you two heard the jingle of keys. you looked at beomgyu, panic still in your eyes, but for a different reason this time. you were still on the ground when he helped you up and dragged you to a corner, sandwiched between two bookshelves as he covered your mouth.

you didn’t know if you were dizzy from being out of breath, or the distance (or the lack thereof) between you and beomgyu. one hand covering your mouth, one hand on your waist to keep you steady, his equally fast breaths on your cheek. if you weren’t insane enough already, he gave you a reassuring squeeze, and leaned his forehead on yours from exhaustion. you wanted to stay like this forever.

of course, your dazed moment was interrupted by the lights of the library turning on, and then came the sound of approaching footsteps. your anxiety returned, and beomgyu glanced to the side just to quickly turn back.

“change of plans. fuck the book, we’re booking it.” he smiled. honestly, how can he have time for word play in such a predicament?

“what—” at that, he grabbed your hand and bolted out from between the shelves. you could hear the shouting of someone, presumably the security guard, but the buzzing adrenaline was louder. beomgyu hurriedly bursted through the doors that you both came in from, with your hands still connected, then down the streets. your legs burned, but at that point, you two were laughing like crazy. in the small, empty neighbourhood, well into the night, you swore you could take on anything if you had beomgyu by your side.

slowing down, he continued to hold onto your hand as you came to a stop. inhaling and exhaling rapidly, the rush died down and you noticed the delicate snowflakes that nipped at your skin. beomgyu seemed to notice as well, he stood up straight and stared upwards, mesmerised by the fluttering whiteness.

“it’s the first snow,” he mumbled, “you know, they say that seeing the first snow together with someone means you’ll be with them forever, and any wishes you make will come true.” he looked back at you, and you found yourself admiring his twinkling eyes.

“that’s pretty,” you smiled at him, “did you wish for anything?”

“yeah, i wished that you were mrs. librarian instead— hey, ow! i’m kidding!” beomgyu dramatically rubbed his arm after you very lightly and playfully punched him.

“moment ruined.” you said, unimpressed as beomgyu giggled.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued watching the snow, it’s light enough to not be too cold, but cold enough for beomgyu to pull you closer to him, close enough for the moment to feel real.

“sorry you didn’t get to take out your burning anger on the book.” you slightly chuckled as you remembered the events of the night.

“it’s alright, didn’t matter too much to me,” he shrugged, “i didn’t even hate the book that much, just wanted an excuse to drag you out with me.”

you looked at him, stupefied, “so you couldn’t just ask me to hang out during the day like a normal person? what if that security guard was secretly a victorian ghost protecting the library? and what if said ghost happened to die from a thief who burned their house down?” you started exaggerating to show that you weren’t actually mad at him.

beomgyu jokingly scoffed at your silly rambling, “normal is boring, and from your whole spiel just now, you’re clearly not normal either, weirdo.” at that, you both smiled at each other.

beomgyu is truly beautiful, but especially when he smiles. the way his nose scrunches, pinkish from the cold, eyes turning into crescents with tiny sparkles in them. the way his lips curl up, matching the wispy ends of his soft-looking hair, framing his face perfectly. his smile is truly perfect.

in that moment, all you could feel was beomgyu and the world, both infinitely yours.

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marvelnatr · 2 months

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Mistaken 18+

MINORS DNI

Warnings: Smut, strap on use, fingering, oral r receiving, mocking, praising, spanking, dacyrphilia, sub!reader, dom!Nat, daddy kink, friends with benefits.

Background: You and Yelena are friends with benefits, you decided to spend the night at her house

Your POV:

“f-fuck what’s gotten into you? Y-You’re fucking me so much harder than usual”. My hands gripped onto my best friends shoulders. Her hips continuing to thrust into me. I had slipped into her bed a little under an hour ago. It was two am at the time and the house was pitch black. After feeling my way through the room I had pulled at her, begging her to fuck me. Moaning into the darkness of the room I leaned over her, riding her strap “s-shit youre gonna make me cum”. Her thrusts quickened as her grip on my hips tightened. The coil in my belly snapping while I screamed out “f-fuck Yel!”. My orgasm washed over me as my body shook. Immediately I felt her hips still. Her body was damn near frozen. Before I could open my mouth to ask what the problem is the light was flipped on. My eyes adjusting to the new found brightness in the room. My brain almost failed to process the person in front of me. Almost…..I fucked the wrong person.

Natasha’s emerald green eyes stared at mine as panic washed over my body. I fucked my best friends sister. Smirking at me she teased “you’re soaking my sisters bed”. Stuttering a little I began to get up, trying to collect the last bit of my dignity “I-I thought you were Yelena”. Rolling her eyes Natasha sat up on her elbows “fucking relax would you? You’d think the goddamn orgasm would loosen you up.”. My face flushed an unmistakable shade of red at the thought. The orgasm she gave me was fucking mind blowing. Watching me she sighed. Sitting herself up she placed her hand on my thigh “you’re okay, I’m sorry Y/N. I seriously thought you knew it was me”. Shaking my head no I watched her. Her hand lightly ran up and down my thigh “what can I do for your aftercare?”.

Natasha’s POV:

A small mumble fell from Y/N’s mouth, barely audible as she asked for water. Getting up I grabbed it for her and watched her. Y/N’s lips wrapped around the bottle as she drank. After a few moments of awkward silence she placed the bottle on the nightstand and watched me “what now?”, putting my hair up I whispered “well I have to change the sheets we made a mess of, and I wanna make sure you’re okay”. Nodding she played with the corner of the blanket, thinking of a response “I’m okay, just a little sore”. Smirking a bit I nodded “a good sore I assume?”. Y/N shyly nodded, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips as I helped her up “good, I’m glad. Sit here while I change the sheets okay?” Y/N nodded “okie”

By the time I finished changing the sheets Y/N had fallen asleep. Her form curled up into the chair. I’ve always liked Y/N, she just had something different about her. I gently picked her up and laid her in the bed, covering her with the blanket and turning off the lights. I decided to stay in the room and do some work while she slept. I didn’t wanna leave her but I didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable by laying in bed with her.

- Time Skip -

It had been two months since Y/N’s and I’s little encounter. On several occasions I would catch her staring at me. Studying my lips. My hands. My figure. As time went on sexual tension grew. Her eyes followed me throughout the room whatever the occasion. It was another night of Tonys parties. I swear this man throws a party for literally anything. I preferred to be behind the bar. I enjoyed making the drinks and having a barrier between me and all the other people. Y/N approached the counter. Sometime during the evening she had taken off her blazer, her maroon button up was buttoned up to all but one, revealing a bit of cleavage. “What can I get you detka?” A small smile painted her face “a rum and coke please” nodding I watched her “when have you last had water?”. Y/N’s teeth caught the bottom of her lip, her eyebrows furrowing as she thought. Sighing I put down the rum and began filling the glass with water and holding it out for her to take “if you have to think about it it’s been too long, take it”. Shaking her head she politely declined “no thank you I’m okay” tilting my head I placed the glass in front of her “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it sounded like a suggestion. Drink the water Y/N”.

After a few moments she began to drink. Taking small sips as she watched me. After drinking about half she slid the glass to me, signaling she was done. Shaking my head I nodded to it “nope. Finish it” rolling her eyes a little in annoyance she picked up the glass, downing the liquid and staring at me. Clenching my jaw I watched her “drop the attitude”. Raising her eyebrows at me she countered “make me”. A proud smirk fell along her face. Happy with her witty little comeback. I for one did not find it funny. Coming around the bar I stood in front of her. “Say it again darling”, Y/N’s eyes fell to the ground, her cheeks heating up. Grabbing her jaw I brought her chin up, a small shaky breath left her lips as I challenged her again “go on, say it again pretty girl”. Shaking her head a bit Y/N whispered “no thank you”. Nodding I narrowed my eyes at her, rubbing the side of her chin “then what do we say?”. Blushing hard she whispered “I’m sorry for being rude”. Smiling I rubbed her cheek “good girl”

I watched as she rubbed her legs together. A smirk tugging at my lips “what’s wrong darling?”. Embarrassment flooded her face as she whispered “I-I’m wet”. Nodding I rubbed her jaw “is that so? I can help you with that. I know you want it love, you cant keep your eyes off me”. Melting a little in front of me she squirmed “I-I” chuckling I held her jaw, mocking her slightly “I-I. Oh what baby? You know I’m right hm?” Nodding she whispered “p-please help me”.

Picking her up I brought her to my room, her back made contact with the bed accompanied by a small squeak. Leaning over her I watched her “are you sure Y/N?” catching her breath she nodded “p-please fuck me”. Smirking a little I rubbed her thighs “please? Are you begging pretty girl” whimpering a bit she squirmed, strained forearms reached for me, the desperation flooding her eyes “p-please don’t tease me”. Lifting her dress gently I rubbed her legs “you’re beautiful my darling, I’m going to take my time with you”. Tearing up her hips bucked “b-but”. Pulling Y/N close to me I watched her eyes “ah ah ah, I am going to take my time. Cry all you want love, I find your tears so pretty”. Her cheeks flushed red as she continued to squirm.

After a few more minutes of teasing I flipped her on her stomach. By this point her panties had come off and tears of desperation were steadily flowing. bringing my fingers back up to trace her inner thighs I smiled at her “hi pretty girl”. A whimper fell from her lips “p-please Nat” chuckling a little I teased “please what princess?”. A cry fell from her lips “p-please daddy fuck me”. A satisfied smile pulled at the corners of my mouth “daddy hm?”. Blushing red she nodded. I wrapped her hair in my fist and pulled her up flush against my chest, a small whimper escaped her throat. She sounded so pretty with the little noises she made. Gripping her neck I whispered quietly in her ear “say it again”. Gasping a little she spoke again, her voice slightly strained from the pressure on her neck “p-please daddy”. Smiling I let her back down as I landed a harsh smack to her ass, dragging out the words I used to praise her “good girl”.

My hand made its way to between her thighs. Her ass propped up from the pillow I had slid under her hips. Grabbing a handful of each of her thighs I held them open, my fingertips making small indents in her flesh. Y/N’s pussy glistened with arousal, her juices leaking from her untouched and desperate hole. Licking one long strip her taste flooded my mouth. And my fucking god she tasted divine, like strawberries. A moan escaped her lips as my mouth latched around her sensitive bud, sucking slightly as she moaned and squirmed. Digging my fingers in a little I held her still while I slid my tongue into her cunt. “f-fuck daddy”, smirking I started tongue fucking her. Y/N’s breathing quickened as she got closer to the edge. I pulled my tongue out right before she fell over it, earning another cry from her “n-no! p-please stop teasing”. Chuckling I rubbed her ass “oh detka”, Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she turned to get up to look at me, mu hand stopping her efforts as I pushed her back into the mattress “stay down. I didn’t tell you you could get up”. Squeaking out she squirmed “y-yes daddy” nodding I ran my fingers along her slit “good girl. Look at you, obeying commands so well”.

Before she could say thank you I pushed two of my fingers into her cunt. Her velvety walls clenched around my digits “oh my, you’re so tight detka”. Her mouth closed from her silent moan and turned into a whimper “p-please”, smiling I rubbed her thigh “don’t worry love, daddy will fix it”. Opening my fingers a little I began to stretch her out, a string of moans fell from her lips as her hips bucked up into the air from the stimulation “f-fucking hell”. Smiling I began to stroke her g-spot with my fingertips. Her soft moans quickly turning into cries and screams of pleasure “h-holy shit”, chuckling I started fucking her faster “yeah? You like that baby? You’re taking me so well”. Her walls tightened around my fingers as her breathing picked up. Strands of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead “p-please”. Leaning over her I went faster “please what darling?”. Whimpering Y/N watched me “c-cum”. Taking my thumb I rolled it over her clit “cum for me baby”

Arching her back she came hard. Her body shaking and riding through her orgasm “shhhhh good girl, you did so well”, her breathing slowed as her cum ran down my forearm, the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Gently pulling my fingers out I sucked the liquid off my fingers. Moaning at her taste as she panted under me. After a few minutes she calmed down, my hand rubbed her hip gently as I turned her over, brushing the strands of hair from her sweaty forehead “good girl princess, I’ve got you”. Pulling her small form into me I pet the side of her head and let her rest.

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvelnatr #natasha x reader #marvel smut #daddy natasha #wlw smut #wlw post #lesbian fanfic #lesbian

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citronverveine · 1 year

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xie lian and identity issues

this is something i'll probably want to expand on more as i give it more thoughts later but right now i'm just. thinking.

i'm thinking of xie lian in book 2 who has to realize that he is not as invicible as he thought. he is powerful yet he cannot do enough. he is not enough. he cannot save his country, he cannot help the common people, if anything he makes it worse.

i'm thinking of xie lian in book 4 who has to get used to a life with no title, no riches, no priviledge. he has to live as no one, and if people find him out he will not be celebrated like he used to be, he will be captured, beaten, or worse, who knows.

i'm thinking of xie lian after being stabbed 100 times, so disconnected from his destroyed body that he can't recognize himself. i'm thinking of xie lian becoming white no face, hiding his face and seeking revenge, turning his back on everything he was before.

i'm thinking of xie lian after wuming's death, after changing his mind and not cursing the Yong'an people but causing the death of his last believer in the process. the distance between what he would have wanted to be and what he ended up being, doing.

i'm thinking of xie lian in mount tong'lu learning about the past of white no face and starting to think they're the same person. thinking maybe he was the one doing all this. thinking this was all meant to be.

it's just, like. young xie lian was so ambitious, and rightly so; everyone told him he could achieve anything, be anything, he ascended so early, was so powerful and so loved so early on. he started high, only to jump from heaven and land terribly low, in a 6-feet deep hole, unable to crawl out of it. the distance between what he was and what he ended up as. i know the war took a couple years to end but the change was still probably very brutal for him.

especially during his first banishment. at first it could have been alright. he had his parents. he had feng xin. he had mu qing. everything was new and unfamiliar and wrong but he had them, he knew them, they were familiar at least. even if xie lian had failed they were still with him, they still loved him.

and then mu qing left. and xie lian's view of relationships started to shatter. and then he was against mu qing on the land of cultivation and he was the one being humiliated and rejected. and then he was losing himself with the stress of white no face, becoming crazy with anguish and despair. and he couldn't provide enough for his parents, and he was afraid feng xin would leave, and he couldn't recognize himself. how had he fallen so low? how had he failed so much?

and then the temple. he wanted to fight white no face, to get rid of him once and for all. but white no face broke him without even lifting a finger. he shattered his faith in the goodness of the world by showing him how cruel it could be. and afterwards...

just think. being tortured for a whole night, used by hundreds of people for their own benefit, left torn open and raw without care. but you heal and you recover and your body hides any trace of that event. did you really go through it? did it really happen? did it happen like you think it did? was it really that bad? was the pain that severe? your body hid it all. you'll never know. the only thing you have are you memories. but can you trust them?

anyway. after that, xie lian comes back to his parents and feng xin. he steals. he doesn't care. he's angry, he's raw, he's weak. feng xin leaves. his parents leave. he's alone.

he's completely alone. he doesn't even have himself anymore. his old self is dead, his old self was nothing, his old self was naive and stupid. xie lian trying to kill himself even though it's useless is symbolic of him completely leaving his old self with his parents and what was familiar, to become someone else entirely. to abandon this part of himself.

it's explicit as white no face that xie lian completely rejects his previous identity of crown prince and god. he does not want to be called that. he does not want to be reminded of it. he hates this past self so much that being associated to it makes him feel humiliated and ridiculed.

only that old part of him is not entirely dead. xie lian still hesitates, deep down, to release the spirits. a part of him still wants to believe. he wants to be proven wrong. he wants the world to give naive xie lian another chance. it's the bamboo hat man that does that for him.

i just think the distance between xie lian, his body, and his mind, is very interesting. i didn't mention how he is completely disconnected from his body even 800 years later because i feel like it's more dissociation from the self than an identity issue (struggling to connect your thoughts to your actions and/or associate them with your perception of self, or even simply not having any definite perception of self especially when you are traumatized) but. i'll definitely make a post about that some day.

that was a bit long but i just. wanted to put some thoughts down. thx for reading up til here ??

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soapskneebrace · 1 year

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I love how you write and view COD in general, so let’s hear some Ghost hcs

Slightly NSFW.

He’s got more tattoos—his legs have a lot, and he’s got a back piece he’s working on. They’re all black and white, he doesn’t like color tattoos.

On that note though, he learned how to stick and poke as a teenager, and now as an adult he’s actually very good at it. He touches up his own tattoos, and if you’re one of his people he’ll give you any kind of ink you like, as long as you don’t ask for anything other than black ink lol

On the topic of body mods, his dick is pierced. He’s got a Jacob’s ladder. He got it a little before he was recruited into the 141—it was kind of an exercise in seeing if the pain would make him feel anything. It didn’t. (He discovered its popularity in the bedroom later.)

He owns like ten of the same black shirt and jeans. This man is NOT fashion-forward. But you will never catch him in cargo shorts. Even he isn’t that uncool. It turns out he dresses well—if always casually—just by virtue of not making his clothing choices complicated.

So, it’s almost certain he made his skull plate mask, right? Which means he’s got some familiarity with needle and thread. I think Ghost, more than once, has popped a seam in his pants or his shirt, because he’s a BIG boy. And he was raised in poverty, so no fucking way is he going to just buy new ones. So he mends his own clothes. His stitches are rarely pretty, but they’re always solid.

He’s actually a big fix-it guy overall. It’s a byproduct of growing up poor—you don’t waste money on something new if the old thing just needs a part replaced. If something stops working, he takes it apart, figures out what’s wrong, and puts it back together. He’s very efficient about it too—those projects take a day at most. He hates a mess.

As a result, if you’ve been fucking him on the regular (because remember, Ghost doesn’t date), he starts making note of little projects he could get into at your place. Cracks in the wall he could spackle. A door that scrapes at the jamb when you close it that he could rebalance. A coffee maker that takes forever to brew that he could clean out. If you let him do any of these projects, you’re never getting rid of him. (And with the Jacob’s ladder why would you honestly want to?)

I think the psychological functions of these projects are an exercise in trying to fix something to make up for what he can no longer fix. He failed a lot of people—primarily his family. Maybe if he can make your car stop making weird noises when it turns, he’s redeemed a tiny cut of the massive debt he owes to the dead. He does not think like this, I can’t stress enough. It is not a conscious process. But it doesn’t change the tiny relief he feels at making a broken thing work again.

If you ever point out that making broken things work again is kind of exactly the function of the Ghost persona, he’ll disappear for several months.

But he’ll come back. You’ll have to yank an apology out of his teeth, but you can get one out of him if you’re honest enough about how fucking horrible you felt when he left without a word. He felt horrible when he was gone, too. You just scared him, with how you cut to the very crux of who and why he is. That kind of vulnerability is a horror Ghost doesn’t know how to face.

But he stays with you for a long while, longer than he ever has, after he comes back.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #answered

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 10 months

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hi! i have a question i’m directing at you bc i’ve seen the idea going around tumblr but most recently on your post — if a student is caught using ai to cheat do you think that’s worth expulsion? should that be the best case scenario punishment? while i understand the importance of making it known to students the severity of using chatgp, at the same time i feel like that’s a very harsh punishment for being caught cheating. but then also at the same time! i’m not a teacher and i don’t know if it’s possible to teach a student to value their education and the opportunity they have for high learning if they don’t already personally believe that the opportunity is a gift. idk! this isn’t really a structured question but i guess i’m curious about how you (or in general, how professors) feel about expulsion for chatgp (i know you’re just one person and don’t speak on behalf of all educators lol but it’s just something i’ve been curious about)

Expulsion as in, ejected wholesale from the entire university, Do Not Darken Our Door Again? No, I don't.

I think what outsiders tend to miss is that students who do this, 99% of the time, are desperate. Something has gone terribly wrong, they're desperate to meet those deadlines and get that work done, and in my experience it's almost always wrapped up in neurodivergence (usually undiagnosed) and frequently a home situation that's made their lives a shit show and pushed academia to a back burner.

But, it's a more serious issue than high school cheating on a multiple choice quiz. Degrees are crafted to have quality assurance built in, and with good reason. The whole point of a degree is that it's proof of higher learning, and specialist knowledge - you get a higher salary (in theory lol) because your employer is paying for the very expensive training you've undergone. This is particularly important in something like medicine or construction, because if you haven't actually completed all parts of that degree you could kill someone; but even in my own field, if you fundamentally don't understand the physical processes of a sand dune as well as its ecology, and someone hires you to manage that sand dune... well, it's going to be an over-stabilised mess in about five years' time and you've killed the rare sand lizards and mining bees that were living there. And if your degree is a course in an institution who is famous for producing top quality environmental workers who know this stuff... well, you've just made your uni course look very, very bad in industry.

So unis are protective of their quality assurance, and that means they do not like cheaters. And I do agree with that, that's fair enough.

For me, though, I think the answer is not full expulsion. I would run it like this:

Confirm beyond a shadow of a doubt that the student has indeed cheated. This must be confirmed.

IF NOT CONFIRMED: Mark the work strictly. Pair this with a viva - the student must be able to answer questions about the work from two lecturers with subject expertise, plus someone from the Academic Office (although that latter person can just observe only). This will determine how deep their knowledge is vs what they submitted, and should be factored into the overall mark.

IF CONFIRMED: Module fail, all marks for those credits set to zero, and the information included on transcripts (not why they failed, just that they attempted the module and got zero.) HOWEVER, the student is allowed one resit attempt; this might mean having to redo the year as a part-time student just to get that module, depending on how it's taught and how important it is.

All of the above with the understanding that their work is going to now be checked very closely going forward for repeat issues. In confirmed cases, a viva is now a required part of future work.

To be fair, mind, proving cheating is genuinely very hard, so depending on how strict the uni is, that's roughly the system that gets used anyway. Your work is very strictly marked, you get viva'd, and you usually fail on quality anyway (especially if your flavour of cheating was ChatGPT, because what it produces is shit.) After you've failed, gone through a resit period, and been capped at a pass mark for the fail, you realise pretty quickly that it would have been less stress and effort for a higher mark to just do the work yourself. And that's a learning curve everyone should be allowed, I think.

#asks #the professional world of careers and tasks

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hyper-fixated-delusions · 8 months

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Of doodles and hearts.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: This little thing came from this prompt: “Wanda writing your name with hearts in her notebook with her own name.” I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! :)

Word count: 1,442.

Masterlist.

Wanda had just finished her last class of the day and she was beyond elated that the weekend was upon her with how stressful the week had been with all the exams coming up.

Making her way through the halls a voice suddenly greets her when she makes it to her locker to put some of her belongings away.

"Hey Max."

Wanda hears and she turns to see her best friend Y/N Y/L/N standing beside her, a sweet smile on your face.

"Hi Y/N," Wanda greets shyly, your smile making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Any plans this weekend?" You ask and Wanda shakes her head softly, "so do you and Pietro maybe want to hang out? I was thinking we could get some food, watch a movie, and just chill at my place or yours," you smile with a shrug.

"Yeah, that sounds great Y/N/N. I don't know if Pietro has any plans yet, but I'm up for it regardless and we can do it at my house," Wanda beams, the prospect of spending more time with you making her happy.

"Awesome, your place it is then, I'll be there with pizza at 8, I'm excited to hang out," you grin. "Also, I wish I could stay with you longer to talk but I gotta get running, I still have a few others things to do here at school before I go, so I'll see you tomorrow, okay," you say and Wanda nods with a smile before you pull her into a hug, the girl relishing being in your arms more than she'd ever admit.

When you pull away and walk out of sight, Wanda squeals lightly hugging her notebooks to her chest in giddiness as she makes her way out of the school and to the parking lot, a smile present on her face as she walks to her car.

Once she's at her car the brunette girl throws her belongings into her backseat without a care in the world, full of excitement at the thought of spending some of her time with you tomorrow night, failing to realize that one of her notebooks did not make it into her car.

When Wanda makes it home from school the first thing she does is she gets herself a light snack then makes her way up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her belongings down onto her desk she begins pulling out the necessary materials to start her homework when she realizes something completely dreadful.

Her red notebook was missing.

Certainly to anyone else that wouldn't seem like such a big deal. She could just buy a new one, fill out all the missing information she needed with the help of her friends and move on.

Again, no big deal right?

Wrong.

No, the reason Wanda was panicking was because that notebook, that one specific red notebook happened to be the one that had your name written on it in several pages.

But that wasn't even the entire problem you see, Wanda would’ve been completely fine if only your name was on those pages but no, much to her luck that notebook also happened to hold Wanda's name in it besides yours with hearts and doodles around it.

It was safe to say she was losing her mind.

Rummaging through all her belongings Wanda is unsuccessful in finding the item so she quickly walks out of her room and to her brother's.

"Piet, have you seen my red notebook?" Wanda asks slamming her twin's door open, slightly breathless and pale.

"Jeez Wanda, can't you knock?" Pietro says, clutching a shirt to his chest as he was in the process of changing, "you're lucky I wasn't naked, you know!" The silver haired boy exclaims, "and no, I haven't," her twin sighs attempting to calm his heart rate, "Also why the hell does it look like you’ve just seen a ghost because of a notebook?"

Ignoring her brother's statement the brunette makes her way to the kitchen, the last spot she was at before going to her room, looking around her dining table, the cabinets and the countertops as if the notebook could've just gotten up and walked away.

"Where could it be?" She mutters frustrated, hand in her hair as frantic green eyes glance around the kitchen once again. "Maybe I left it in my locker," she says to herself, grabbing her car keys and making her way over to the door.

From the foyer, Wanda shouts up to her brother, "Piet, I'll be right back, I'm going to check at sch-" she begins, but as she pulls her front door open, her words die in her throat when she sees you standing there, hand in mid air ready to knock, "Y/N," she says surprised, "what are you doing here? I thought the plans we made were for tomorrow?" Wanda asks confused.

"Uh, yeah, they were- I mean, they are for tomorrow," you stutter, "it's just, I thought you might want this," Y/N says, hand slowly coming up to reveal the object Wanda has been searching for, "you must've dropped it on your way out, I found it on the ground by the parking space where you left your car."

Wanda gasps, cheeks flushing red as her eyes shut, "please Y/N, please tell me you didn't open it," the girl whispers embarrassed and at the lack of your response Wanda opens her eyes reluctantly.

"Look Max, I promise I didn't do it on purpose," you say hands up in surrender, "but when I found it it was already open face up and I- well I saw something that made me curious," you begin and Wanda winces, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, "Wanda, I saw our names and doodles of what seemed to be us together, with a bunch of little hearts around them. Is there a reason for that?" You ask softly, not a trace of judgement in your eyes.

Wanda blushes even harder at the fact that you have discovered the secret little doodles she drew of you and releases a nervous breath of air, "Y/N/N, l- wow this is embarrassing," she begins, cutting herself short as she can't seem to find the words. "Okay, well here goes," Wanda says, steeling herself as she gets ready to confess her feelings, "Y/N, I like you." She begins.

"I've liked you for some time now and I know I haven't explicitly said that I'm gay or whatever. I mean, truthfully I still don't know what I am," Wanda whispers scared, "but what I do know is that I'm attracted to you," she begins again full of resolve, "I feel so comfortable around you, no one makes me laugh harder than you do and I guess falling for you was inevitable. Also, I know you're my best friend, so it's okay if you don't feel the same way, I completely understand. I just really hope this doesn't ruin things between us and if you don't want to see me anymore, I get it-" Wanda rambles breathlessly, her words cut off as you cradle her face and pull her into a searing kiss.

"Hey Max, breathe," you say softly as you pull away all too soon for Wanda's liking. "I like you too," you beam, "I just never said anything, because like you said, you never explicitly implied you were into girls," you shrug, thumbs rubbing Wanda's face softly, "but now, that it's out in the open, I so do want to continue seeing you. Because now I’m thinking, instead of going through with the movie night I had planned with both you and Pietro tomorrow, I take out you on a first date instead, what do you say?" You ask with a smile, arms going around Wanda's waist.

The girl beams with delight, nodding her head as she moves her arms around your neck, "yes Y/N/N, I'd love that."

"Okay, then its settled, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8, sound good?" You ask softly.

"Sounds perfect," Wanda whispers just as softly, pecking your lips a couple of times.

"Also Miss Maximoff, who knew you were such the artist, your work is on par with that of Picasso’s,” you grin, “the way you managed to capture my essence in those doodles, unmatched! We should have those drawings framed and put in a museum," you tease with a smirk and Wanda smacks your shoulder.

"Ass," she mutters, cheeks red and you let out a laugh before leaning down to press a kiss on her lips.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fluff #marvel #my fic #no beta #my writing #Of doodles and hearts

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videogayymer · 2 months

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Soap wanting to surprise Ghost on Valentine's day with gifts from "an unknown admirer", but fails to realize that the poor bastard thinks everyone's out to get him so he acts as if they're bombs or something else dangerous.

Comedy, light angst, fluff, Price and Gaz ship it, oblivious Ghost

Fic under the cut

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There's something out of the ordinary in front of Ghost's door when he opens it in the morning. It makes him stop dead in his tracks, peer both sides of the hallway in case someone was there to maybe explain this thing.

The thing being a bouquet of flowers, and no one in sight to claim it theirs.

So Ghost does what any soldier with severe cases of PTSD and the paranoia that comes with it; examines the threat and prepares for possible hostile forces.

Must be a trap.

He doesn't pick it up until he's made sure there's no string attached to it. Then proceeds to gently raise it from the floor, as if any unnecessary pressure would set off an explosion. He turns it around in his hand, checking if any of the flowers is out of the ordinary, a fake one, and therefore a threat.

But they're all real flowers wrapped in a thin decorative paper.

He doesn't smell them, just in case they're poisoned. Keeps them a safe distance away from his face.

Then, with his gloved hands, he starts a thorough examination of each flower, pulling the petals out of the way to look for any hidden mics or cameras. Some of the petals fall to the floor.

There's a note attached that doesn't make this any less threatening.

From: an unknown admirer

Someone's definitely taunting him. This must be some kind of a scare tactic, an enemy infiltrating their base to drop a "present" just to let Ghost know that they can easily find him.

It's one option, but it's very unlikely that someone could enter and exit the base without being spotted. Another possibility is the enemy already being inside base, an undercover spy.

No matter who it is, Ghost isn't falling for it even when he can't find anything in the flowers. It must be so well hidden that the enemy thinks Ghost is just going to take the flowers in his room and let them bomb him? Good joke.

So Ghost picks up all the flowers and petals that fell to the floor, and throws them to the bin he took from his room. He goes outside, a safe distance away because it could still blow up or the poison spread, and lits the flowers on fire. He kept the note, though. Could be evidence, maybe they left fingerprints.

Then Price catches him outside, walks to him without a word. Standing next to Ghost, he raises an inquiring eyebrow at the scene until Ghost gives the note to him.

"Just neutralizing a possible threat, sir," he says, deadpan, not even taking his eyes from the burning bin.

"Simon, do you know what day it is today?" Price asks after reading the note. He wonders how Ghost didn't recognize the handwriting.

"It's Wednesday?" Ghost answers surprised of the question, finally looking at his captain.

Price sighs, rubbing his temple, "it's Valentine's day."

"... Okay?"

Price almost wants to laugh, but it's kind of sad how clueless he is. He ends up patting him on his shoulder as he turns around to leave.

"As you were, soldier."

Meanwhile on the other side of the base, Soap is sitting in the surveillance room, mouth hanging open in shock at the brutal extermination of his Valentine's day gift to his lietunant. He just wanted to catch Ghost's reaction upon finding flowers meant for him through the surveillance cameras, expecting maybe a small smile under the mask, NOT a flower murder scene.

Soap doesn't give up yet, though. He gathers enough courage to leave another gift, but with his name instead. Maybe it was wrong to assume that Ghost would just accept a gift from an anonymous person. Maybe if he knew it was from Soap, he'd trust that it's harmless.

Nope.

Ghost finds a heart shaped box of chocolates in front of his office door. He's already repeating the same process, but notices that the note is different.

From: Soap

So they think he's that stupid? Using his subordinate's name to fool him into falling for their trap? They really don't know who they're playing with. He wants to laugh.

Soap sees a subtle smile form under the mask as he watches the scene closely. For a moment he thinks that he succeeded, fighting back the urge to scream like a high school girl because this was a love confession as good as any, and Ghost seems to be happy with it!!

But then he watches as Ghost grabs the bin from his office, throws the box of chocolates inside it, and heads outside. Soap switches the cameras and sees Ghost lighting the contents in fire.

Later in the evening, Ghost already having retreated back to his room, someone knocks on his door. He finds Johnny standing there, a little red on his cheeks and lips turned to a pout. He's fidgeting something in his hands, hidden behind his back. He seems to get more agitated now that Ghost opened the door.

"Johnny, wha -"

Soap's behavior left him unguarded, not prepared for something being tossed at his face, something soft. It bounces from his face and he catches it. He looks down and sees a teddy bear? With a red shirt on? Holding a squishy heart in his hands?

He looks back at Soap who's even more red now. Is he... Blushing?

"... Sergeant?" he hesitates, perplexed. Completely out of the loop.

"YE FUCKIN' BAMPOT, YE EEJIT! NOT EVERYONE'S OUT TAE GET YE, YER AFF YER HEID JUS' LET ME LOVE YE, SIMON!" He huffs, out of breath, his accent getting thicker with the frustration and embarrassment that he actually just told Ghost his feelings. Or more like screamed his feelings to him, in a very unromantic manner.

Ghost's brain slowly catches up with the whole situation, thoughts rattling in his head as he puts two and two together. Did Johnny just.... What?

He finally manages to speak, not sure how long he was just staring at the Scot. "The gifts... They were from... you?"

Soap has calmed down, deep red still blushing on his cheeks but at least he's not panting from the screaming anymore. He fidgets his fingers, eyes avoiding Ghost's as he's suddenly not sure how to proceed.

"Aye... It's Valentine's day and all so..." he scratches his neck, quickly looking at Ghost just in case there's any disgust on his face before continuing. "Thought I would tell ye today...."

Ghost's face softens now that the initial shock and confusion is cleared. Now he's just embarrassed of his own behavior but he let's Johnny continue.

"Chickened out, I did. Thought I'd be satisfied if ye jus' got my flowers even if ye didn't know they were from me. That obviously didn't go as I expected," he let's out a nervous chuckle, then continuing, "So I got enough courage tae put my name. When that didn't work either I jus'..." Soap sighs, shaking his head, "This is stupid I'm sorry lt, forget about it. I wasn't even thinkin'..."

"Johnny."

Soap feels like running away, but Ghost's voice is so gentle that he dares to look at him. He's mentally prepared to be rejected, but the way Ghost is looking at him sparks some hope in his chest.

"I'm sorry, I was an idiot. I'm not used to... I didn't think anyone would want to..." he sighs, not sure how to explain. "I'm more used to violence than I'm to people caring, so I really didn't think that you'd..."

Soap smiles softly and gently grabs his arm, squeezing it to help ground Ghost as he started to trail off.

Ghost manages to continue, quietly "Did you really mean it? That you -"

"That I love ye? Aye, ye numpty," Soap laughs fondly, having gathered all the strength and courage back.

And finally, Simon gives him that smile that Johnny had been waiting for all day. That smile where the balaclava doesn't hide how his eyes push up and the corners crinkle with those crows feet that Johnny so adores.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Simon asks Johnny.

"Aye, please."

Meanwhile, at another part of the base previously occupied by a nervous Soap planning his gifts and watching Ghost tear them up all day long, Price and Gaz let out a shared breath. They exit the surveillance room in silence, both smiling but Price smiling more because,

"You owe me 20," Price is quick to remind his sergeant.

"Yeah, yeah... Really didn't think he'd pull it off," Gaz groans, sad to lose his money but even more happy for his friends.

The end 💀❤️🧼

#So I wrote this in Twitter earlier today but made it better here #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #Ghoap #ghostsoap fanfic

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delusional1sworld · 1 year

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Regret

Zhongli angst but from his pov.

I may remove the song….. is it too much??

“I’m leaving.” Though visibly indifferent, Zhongli’s chest tightened.

“Where are you headed?”

“I don’t know, but there isn’t a place here for me anymore.”

That’s not true. You always have a place beside me. You can stay with me.

“I see. Then when are you leaving?”

“Tonight, after my performance.” Morax freezes but with your back facing him, you failed to notice his reaction.

Tonight…

“When are you coming back?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“If you want to say goodbye tonight, come find me by the docks after the performance.” You smiled at him and exited the funeral parlor. Zhongli stays in the same spot, unable to process the news you just gave him. His heart aching at the thought of never seeing you again, and his mind blank from everything he wanted to say to you.

Stay with me…please…

…

Zhongli stood at the very back the crowd. He watched as you walk onto the platform, and your vision swept across the mass of people before you.

He always loved your voice. In the several thousand years he’s lived, no instrument nor music compared to your voice. He loves it, almost as much as he loves you…

As the light dims and the spotlight focuses on you, Zhongli calms the thoughts running through his mind. For this single moment he’ll forget the events that’ll succeed tonight and let your voice run through him.

The dull aching in Zhongli’s heart turns to sharp pains as he watched you quickly disappear from his field of vision. He slowly begins his path to the docks.

Why are you leaving. What did I do wrong to make you make leave.

His thoughts swirled with agony as he rethought every moment the two of you shared. Was there an instance he offended you? Were you angry at him? For six thousand years, you were beside him, pouring his wine, listening to his stories, sharing the same sorrow and happiness of war. Why are you leaving him?

He finally sees your figure in the distance. But at that moment, Zhongli couldn’t take another step. All he could do was watch your eyes search for him in the crowds until you boarded the ship. As you sailed further and further from the docks, he made a few steps towards your disappearing figure. His heart clenching painfully again and again. Unexpectedly however, you glanced at the city behind you to bid farewell, and his eyes met yours one last time. The intensity of your gaze sends prickles to his eyes and lumps down his throat.

This is goodbye Morax. He inhaled sharply. Though the distance between you and Zhongli grew, he heard you loud and clear. Unable to watch your figure anymore, the Geo Archon heads back to the funeral parlor. He collapses into the chair before him and downs a glass of wine before finally letting the tears fall one by one onto the table.

I hope you find whatever I was unable to provide for you Y/n.

…

As you sailed away to another future, out of his life, Zhongli sits in the funeral parlor drinking the night away, bitterly thinking about everything he could’ve done to make you stay. Everything he could’ve done to make you see how much he loved you…

#genshin x reader #zhongli #geo archon #genshin zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli x you #genshin angst #zhongli angst #genshin morax #morax x y/n #morax x reader #morax x you

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sleepycricket · 10 months

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some people are like "ok why the fuck did ambrosius abandon ballister try to arrest him etc etc it was completely uncalled for" but when you start to view the film SOLELY from his perspective it starts to make a lot more sense

your best friend, boyfriend, and only ally at the institute murders someone you both love and look up to and goes missing for several days

he gets arrested and then breaks out with the help of an unknown third party, destroying your home in the process

you're forced to take charge of the manhunt to find him because you want answers but everyone else wants to kill him on sight

when you finally do find him he kidnaps a man and runs from you

you start to question everything - if he really is a bad person, and if you can ever live up to the expectations put on you

he shows up AGAIN, this time claiming that another person you look up to actually did the murder

turns out the third party that's with him is a monster; literally the very thing your society is constructed to protect from, the thing it's your job to kill

everyone will definitely kill him now that he is friends with a monster. your only other option is to arrest him and buy time

he starts running and taunts you on his way; you're so confused at this point that you're just angry and he slips through your fingers again

everything and everyone you know are thrown into question - your boyfriend, the monster, the director, your purpose

irrefutable proof emerges that paints the director as the killer. you finally have a solid target to aim for so you attempt to arrest her

you're still wrong. it was the monster the entire time - it framed your boyfriend and the director and is attempting to end the world

you take matters into your own hands and tell your boyfriend the truth but he doesn't believe you. the director thinks he's evil, he thinks the director's evil, and you cannot pick a side

the monster launches a full-scale attack on the city. the only thing left to do is defend everyone and minimize the damage

the director moves to kill half the city in order to kill the monster and you finally realize.

the monster is a little girl. the director is only seeing blood. everything has spiralled far beyond your control. she's going to kill everyone and you are utterly helpless to stop her

the monster sacrifices herself to cushion the cannon blow and save the entire city - finally succeeding where you have failed over and over again.

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin

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slayfics · 7 months

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Breaking mui’s heart and him being okay with it since “it’s always been yours to break anyway” angst

You break up with Muichiro.

Muichiro came to the secluded area your crow had instructed him to. He was confused about the location you asked to meet him at, being that it was a place you both had never met before.

He felt butterflies flutter in his stomach as he imagined the sight of you in his head. What was it that you needed to talk to him about so urgently?

He waited anxiously until finally your silhouette appeared in the distance as you made your way over to him.

"Hello, it's good to see you again," He spoke greeting you.

"Yeah- it's good to see you too, Tokito," you said.

Muichiro instantly recognized something was off. The way your hands clasped tightly together, the way you addressed him formally, your averted gaze. Not to mention you didn't greet him with your usually tight embrace and gentle kiss to his cheek.

The suspicious meet up location was enough to tip him off but now that you were in front of him, he really knew something was wrong.

"Is everything alright?" he asked failing to keep the anxiety out of his voice.

"Well yes- and no... I really need to talk to you," you said still averting your gaze from his.

"Oh? What about?" He asked, feeling his anxiety peak and his heart beating faster than when he battled against demons.

"I um- I'm not sure about-" You stuttered and left your sentence hanging.

"Not sure... about what?" Muichiro said trying to move and catch your gaze to no avail. He wanted nothing more than to see the look in your eye.

"Not sure about this anymore..." You mumbled so low he almost didn't hear it.

"This? Could you be more specific? What do you mean?" He asked desperately hoping you didn't mean what he thought you meant. You couldn't be about to throw away everything you both had been through, were you?

"This- as is in... us... I just don't know if I can do it anymore Tokito. I'm sorry- I wish I had more to say about it but-... I just can't I- I need a break," You explained, hands still clasped tightly together as you refused to look at him.

"You don't mean that," Muichiro said in disbelief waiting for you to say you were pranking him.

"I do," you said solemnly.

"Look at me," He demanded. You kept your gaze averted still too overwhelmed to make eye contact with him. "I said look at me!" He yelled, causing you to finally look up.

The moment Muichiro saw your eyes his heart broke. In your eyes he saw no humor, or playfulness. Only dead seriousness. You meant what you said. You wanted to leave him.

"Why?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"I'm sorry- I don't know how to explain," You responded, your own voice cracking and threatening to burst into tears. "But- I didn't want to do this in a crow, you deserved to hear it from me in person. I- I wish you the best ok, don't think this has anything to do with you." You responded.

Muichiro stood in shocked silence as disassociation took over him. Nothing felt real anymore. A trauma response of zoning out wrapped around him like a warm blanket as a few moments of still silence passed.

"I'm sorry I guess I'll give you youe space... please reach out to your friends if you need them though, Tokito. It's not like I hate you or don't care about you... I just... I don't know..." You said as you slowly walked away leaving Muichiro standing alone.

Muichiro stood silently for several more moments processing the moment and the words you said. Had you really left him? Was this real? He seemed to be back in one of his blank dazes. This hadn't happened since he had recovered his memories.

Snapping back to him self Muichiro grabbed at his head. Blinking hard away at tears, he shook his head a bit as he realized.

You really left him.

This was real.

Muichiro felt his heart shattering into pieces, but for some reason he didn't mind.

If anyone was going to give him this earth-shattering feeling, it was always meant to be you.

Thank you for the request! We love a good angst here hehe~

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Absbsbsn I should preface this post by saying that I'm not posting about this to call people stupid or hate or anything

But now that I've caught up to the dungeon meshi anime (as someone who hasn't touched the manga yet), it makes me laugh seeing those posts about anime onlies getting blown out of the water with the "tonal shift"

Like don't get me wrong, all of those scenes in episodes like 12 and 13 are very impactful (the scene where they're trying to bring Falin back after killing the dragon especially got me)

But like, having slice of life esque stuff only to come out of nowhere with dead or horror or gore or blood is not something that just suddenly starts happening in the recent episodes.

Like...after the orcs rushed the bar in that one episode, I started rolling with the punches😂

The first episode started out with Falin being eaten by a dragon

Marcille decided to try the dog method for harvesting mandrake, and it scared me for a minute when the bat collided with the tower and we learned that Marcille heard the scream

Laois is being Laois and wondering if he can eat living armor. He tells the group the story of how he got his sword and we watch him get stabbed through and die

The crew has decided to go and trade the fresh veggies so as to not waste food, so they go into a bar and fail to make it appeal to the bar owner. The bar is suddenly rushed by orcs who start killing people

We get to see all these tidbits of Kabru's party, introducing them as characters, and then Laois and friends come across them and they're DEAD

You think "haha Chilckuck has a funny vendetta against mimics and doesn't want to end up eating one because of Senshi and Laois" and then Chilkuck gets up in the middle of night to get water only to be stuck in a puzzle room of the horror genre variety where he's trying not to get stabbed/killed via trap or killed via mimic. Marcille thinks she accidentally killed Chilchuck for not looking out for him sooner.

Senshi tells the group that he's gonna cross the water without magic and calls up is kelpie friend, Anne, who he talks to everyone about. He gets on and Anne immediately drags him into the water and tries to kill him. Marcille and Chilchuck think Senshi or Laois died or got severely hurt because of the blood that pools to the top. Senshi prepares to eat the monster he once called friend, asking to do it himself

Marcille is worrying about Senshi's hair/beard cleanliness and trying to make the water walk spell work. Chilchuck and Laois walk on the water only to find Kabru's group dead...AGAIN?

Marcille pours out some hot water after cleaning herself and then has a deadly fight with the water spirit. Laois and Senshi go with Tansu's group so he'll heal Marcille (who is incredibly weak). Kiki and Laois almost die via tentacles in the process.

The giant frog throws out Marcille's staff and Laois's weapon. During the giant frog battle, Chilchuk almost gets eaten

Okay okay I'll quit now 😂

It's just funny to me because it felt like Dungeon Meshi is focusing on the slice of life esque bits and the delicious food, but from sudden violence to serious moments it's constantly reminding the audience and characters that the dungeon is a dangerous place, that they're on a dangerous mission, and of the problems beings who live in this world deal with (racial, monetarial, societal, etc)

And I should also mention that while for a while I just kind of saw everything as a constant "slice of life punctuated randomly by the horrors", I no longer feel that way. Honestly, I think it means a lot that so many makings of of the food(s) of the episode moments come just after the characters have been through a terrifying event, and it tells us a lot about the characters by how they handle these events (whether it affects them very visibly or they just kind of smooth over it because they're used to what it's like just being in the dungeon and having to fight for their lives)

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dungeon meshi anime spoilers #i just be ramblin #Also I should mention that I'm also sort of used to anime's/manga's that ramp up the prevalence of darker stuff #So while the last couple episodes just whammed me with feelings #I still just kind of roll with the punches naturally like 'Yeah this might as well happen“

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Birthday Spotlight - Gulvi Dubna Vajat

[24th March - Aries]

Gulvi Dubna Vajat, the chaos-loving, determined, vicious killer and loving sister is the Unseelie swan maiden from the canon Fae Tales series. She's the lover of Fenwrel the Mouse Maiden, younger sister of Julvia Dubna Vajat, and bucks all the standards when she chose to become the first swan maiden to turn her back against the pacifistic ways of her kind so she could train with the Council of Lammergeiers and become a highly reputable and successful assassin who ended up working for the Raven Prince, in line to be the next Queen of the Unseelie Court.

Despite Gulvi's sometimes abrasive ways, she's always been well-liked among many readers. She's a staunch supporter of Gwyn's, a best friend to Ash, and for a time, Augus' declared enemy. She spent a few chapters just stabbing him to get revenge, because, well, he did kill almost her entire family.

Gulvi is a fantastic advice-giver, lives her own life, and is well-equipped to be Queen-in-waiting and Unseelie Queen. One day she'll take the throne for herself, and Gwyn is more than aware of it and more than happy for it to happen. Even if she did get him drunk all those separate times...

‘Make no mistake, you are lucky that I am friends with both Gwyn and Ash, for nothing would please me better than to come at you through your loved ones. Think about that, for a minute. I like that this hurts you. And if I didn’t think I’d be hurting this Court, and myself in the process, I would let Gwyn be executed by the Seelie Court in an instant just to watch you make more of these delicious, frightened expressions of yours. I can smell your fear, you horrid, mess of a fae, and I revel in it. You have not Ash’s sympathy, nor his support in this. And you do not have mine.'

~ Game Theory

From the Darkness We Rise - (fanfiction) Gulvi first appeared as an OC in this fanfiction in her swan maiden form, as an informant to Gwyn ap Nudd, even then an effective assassin who used French affectations in her speech and rubbed Jack Frost the wrong way every time she opened her mouth.

The Court of Five Thrones - Gulvi came through for Gwyn ap Nudd when Augus died (temporarily), offering him sage advice and getting him drunk. She's sent to assassinate many of Gwyn's enemies in order to manipulate people into giving Gwyn what he wants as King, she falls in love with Fenwrel, and pulls the heavy duty of serving as Queen-in-Waiting, all while nursing her fragile, near-death's-door older sister, who is stuck in swan form due to Augus' actions when he was once a villain.

Into Shadows We Fall - (fanfiction) Notable for appearing as Ash's best friend and Gwyn's ally, but she makes Jack too furious and he attempts to murder her, and in return, she stabs him with one of the best verbal repartees. It is her actions which serve as the turning point for Jack and Pitch, as she inadvertently severs a very important scarf in the process...

Game Theory - Drugging Ash, giving Gwyn advice even though they're on opposite sides, and stabbing Augus repeatedly while calling him a donkey are just all in a day's work for this graceful, ruthless, and surprisingly mature swan maiden.

Unwound - An interstitial between The Court of Five Thrones and The Ice Plague, this series explores Gwyn's occasional melancholy due to well...all the burdens he carries. Once more, Gulvi proves herself to be a staunch and true friend.

The Ice Plague I: The Forest of Fire - When Gwyn and Augus leave the Unseelie Court, Gulvi steps into her role as Queen-in-Waiting, but not before trying to forbid her sister Julvia from going on a grand quest (she fails, much to her anger).

The Ice Plague III: The Ice Plague - Gulvi has been working in the background throughout as Queen-in-Waiting with Fenwrel by her side, but we finally get to see her again, which comes as a profound relief for our ensemble team.

All That We Were, All That We Will Ever Be - In the final epilogue of Augus and Gwyn, in the Fae Tales canon, Gulvi is there watching vigil over a certain someone, even as she works a truly overwhelming job.

The Spoils of the Spoiled - High school student, girlfriend of Kayla (Gulvi is so incredibly lesbian), bitchy frenemy of Augus Each Uisge, best friend of Ash, and eventual friend of Gwyn ap Nudd. Gulvi is the one who suggests the detached apartment at the back of her house to Augus and Ash, giving them a place to live when they become homeless. She comforts Augus after he's molested by Efnisien, and she offers charming, funny, and sometimes caustic commentary throughout.

The Day the Ferris Wheel Came Down - High school student and best friend of Ash, Gulvi is up to her chaos-loving antics in this short oneshot!

The Best of Broken Resolutions - In one of my favourite AUs, Gulvi is a high-powered architect working with Gwyn ap Nudd who bitches out their work colleagues, judges all their outfits, and is immaculately fashionable. She's in a workplace relationship with Fenwrel, which isn't nearly the well-kept secret it should be.

Tumblr Prompts - Fae Tales - Anyone who asks me about whether I'll ever write any F/F should go here for a little kissing between Fenwrel and Gulvi in Basorexia.

With chaos as her heartsong in the Fae Tales canon, Gulvi embraces the chance to introduce a little unpredictability into the lives around her.

Despite this, Gulvi still has her swan-maiden roots, she is a loving, family-oriented, loyal friend and lover who just wants to have a good time in life.

A swan maiden who was raised a pacifist and then proved that her turning away from peace-loving ways wasn't 'just a phase' when she became one of the most notorious Unseelie assassins in the fae realm.

Any excuse to drink - which makes her a good friend for Ash

Protective of those around her. Once you are taken under her wing, she will fight tooth and nail for you, and sometimes against you, if you're your own worst enemy.

White wings, white hair, black eyes, and uses two kris daggers. She almost always is seen solely in hybrid form, never human or true form.

Helping Gwyn to get through the hard times with hard liquor and sisterly advice

Any time she insulted Augus, while Augus was powerless to retaliate

Saying 'La!' as a form of punctuation

Swearing

Despite her sometimes casual-seeming, party-loving nature, she possessed a courtier's tongue, holding her own against Albion at the end of Game Theory, and bringing both Augus and Gwyn to their senses multiple times.

Always loves an element of chaos in her life, though it's more muted when she's in human AUs, especially once she's in love.

Lesbian for life

Graceful and beautiful, and does not suffer fools

Gulvi is all about family whether she wants to be or not - chosen family and blood family

Will always find Julvia incredibly annoying and condescending while loving her fiercely

Tends to think of Augus as a bit of an idiot, all the way from 'too stupid to live' in Game Theory to 'I still love you though' in The Spoils of the Spoiled

I've always really loved swan maidens, after meeting them in The Bitterbynde Trilogy by Cecilia Dart-Thornton. I came up with a whole scaffolding of background for these beings, and still feel very fondly towards swan maidens so I'm not entirely surprised that when Gulvi was no longer a significant character in The Ice Plague because she was holding up the fort, Julvia became a significant character instead.

People always used to ask me if I shipped her and Ash, but Gulvi's love for Ash was never quite 'that' kind of love, even though she gave her heart to him. I always loved the idea of two best friends so bound together that the friendship would last an eternity.

Gulvi has tattoos of symbols on her arms from the Council of Lammergeiers as part of her initiation but I always forget she has them, so this is one of her biggest continuity errors in that I just don't mention them enough so we ALL forget.

I always like to imagine that Gulvi and the Raven Prince are actually extremely close, and we never see it because it's private - a friendship between two bird shifters.

Gulvi is from the fae side of Latvia - she's not French! She just picked up an affectation from the human realm because she liked it.

The reasons I gave my heart to him weren’t as clear as they should have been. They couldn’t be. They never are! Swans think they have such pure hearts, but… Ash is worthy, make no mistake, but I never wanted to be with him. Even as I gave him my heart, without his consent I might add, because he would have refused it – I knew I didn’t want to be with him. I didn’t want him to fuck me, I didn’t want to lie on a bed with him beyond collapsing together on a bed with marshmallows and fried foods while watching silly human movies about very profound things. He has always been a gentleman about it, even as I took something from the both of us the moment I staked him with the permanency of my love. But, Gwyn, I’ve never wanted to be with anyone. Ash gives me all of himself in our friendship. His love is a whole thing. He has such an abundance of it. It spills everywhere. It makes him do and say stupid things. It makes him wiser than he should be. He loves love. Whether it makes him a fool or seer. And me, with my cynical heart, I needed his idealism, his romanticism, all of it. He gives me something I have never been able to give myself. And he has enough of it – so much – that he can give it freely and I never have to worry about depleting him of anything. You see? Everyone thinks it’s unrequited. But that implies that it is one-sided, and it is not. They say unrequited love is not returned in kind, but he returns it. And they act as though I accidentally tripped over his feet, looked up, and fell in love with the stupid idiot he can be. But I did not. I made a conscious declaration to myself, to the world.

~ The Court of Five Thrones

#birthday spotlight #gulvi dubna vajat #fae tales #fae tales verse #fae tales au #original writing #original works #folklore #swan maiden #the court of five thrones #game theory #fenwrel the mouse maiden #happy birthday gulvi!!!

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