#i'm so happy about having finally found a community i belong to :')

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE SIREN'S CALL.

fandom. formula one

pairing. oscar piastri x fem!reader (fc: none)

about. y/n is a professional mermaid and oscar is her greatest admirer

content warnings. social media au spanning over a long time, not edited/proofread

notes. i got one of those aesthetic professional mermaid tiktoks on my fyp at like 2am... the idea has been stuck in my head since then lol

YOURUSERNAME

liked by mermaidaquilla, oscar piastri and 1'788 others

yourusername Conquering the big seas with my new mermaid tail. Super excited for the big show this weekend🧜‍♀️

mermaidaquilla gorgeous pictures, the color really suits you <3

⤷ yourusername thank you, aquilla 🫶 we need to go for a dive soon!

⤷ mermaidaquilla oh for sure, let me know when you have time :)

user you're incredible, y/n

user oh my god these pictures are insane??

user i can't wait for the show, going to an aquarium just for you!

⤷ yourusername ahh, thank you so much for your support darling 💗

YOURUSERNAME

liked by mermaidaquilla, oscarpiastri and 35'023 others

yourusername Happy (future) World Oceans Day! @/mermaidaquilla and I'll be doing a special show on June 8th, streaming on several platforms to raise awareness and money for our oceans 🌊 We await your attendance, tell your friends and family about it!

mermaidaquilla so happy to do this show with you love!

⤷ yourusername me as well, i'm so honored we will do this together 🥹

user oh my god, collab of my dreams finally come true

⤷ user so happy for y/n to be recognized by the bigger creators!

user marking the day on my calendar!

user my daugher loved you in your last show, thank you for brining magic a bit closer to us

user hold on, what is oscar doing in her likes...

⤷ user who??

YOURUSERNAME

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yourusername I've started diving when I was just a little girl and now my job is my child hood dream... I'm a mermaid and belong to the seas. I'm so thankful for all the support I've received, hopefully to many years to come with Mermaid Y/n 💕🪸

mermaidaquilla your journey is incredible, i admire you so much for your drive, you're the mermaid of my dreams. so happy for you that you've made it love!

⤷ yourusername without you it wouldn't have been possible!! i can only thank YOU for being my biggest supporter since the beginning 💗

user every time i'm blown away by the pictures you post

user thank you for making the mermaid community bigger!

user MOTHER Y/N WE'RE SO PROUD

user mother is mothering FR

user HOLD ON WHY IS THERE A MAN ON THE LAST SLIDE??

⤷ user so i'm not the only one who noticed??? is this an official soft launch????

⤷ user i think so? y/n never posted someone without tagging them..

⤷ user our mermaid found her merman 😭

oscarpiastri Congratulations, y/n. You absolutely deserve it 👏

⤷ user OSCAR COMMENTED!!! I REPEAT, OSCAR COMMENTED!!!

⤷ user oh he's brave

⤷ user you mean more like he finally got his shit together. this is his first comment ever after being a whole year in her likes 💀

OSCARPIASTRI

liked by yourusername, landonorris, logansargeant and 1'983'034 others

oscarpiastri "She's everything and I'm just Ken."

yourusername But you're very good at car, love 🫶

⤷ oscarpiastri At least that 🫡

user OSCAR HAS A GF, I REPEAT, OSCAR HAS A GF AND SHE'S PRETTY!!!

user omg barbie y/n and her clumsy ken, i love this

landonorris congrats mate!

logansargeant FINALLY!

⤷ oscarpiastri You're acting as if we just came together...

⤷ logansargeant Well, it did take you long enough

user my new fav wag

⤷ user fr, no one can beat a mermaid

user HE FINALLY BAGGED THE GIRL!!

⤷ user took him over a year in the likes.. i feel so proud

user hold on... DOES ANYONE REMEMBER LUCY'S THREAD ABT THE BIRTHDAY PARTY IN JANUARY WITH Y/N AS MERMAID

⤷ user WAIT I THINK YOU'RE ACTUALLY ONTO SMTH

⤷ user are you saying that 'prince eric' is OSCAR MF PIASTRI???

⤷ user his sister is an icon if this is actually true

⤷ user someone give her an award for the greatest matchmaker of the decade (right after oscar and y/n receiving one of the greatest lovestory of the decade)

⤷ user childhood friends to lovers with a twist (only if the whole thing is true which i'm manifesting rn)

user my god the delusion some people have 💀

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

#f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 social media au #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smau #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #— ˚₊‧⁺˖ creations

[bupia]

8, 31, and 40 with Mountain and an afab reader? Please? I'm very happy to have found you, by the way. I'm going to do my best not to send a lot of these.

SHOWER SEX

"I've been wondering how it feels like..." "I'm worried I won't be good enough." "I have no idea how to go about this."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: dirty talk; swearing; unprotected sex; p in v; breeding)

Available on AO3

Day 15 | Day 17

After each ominous black mass, the only thing that beckoned to your weary soul was a soothing hot shower and the embrace of rest. It wasn't that the ceremonies were particularly intricate; typically, the first week was more talk than action. No, the real issue lay in their timing. They commenced far too late in the night, a cruel coincidence following a taxing day of ministerial duties. You had grown tired of Papa Emeritus III's lengthy sermons; in fact, you suspected that he, too, harbored a desire to be anywhere but there. His distant gaze often hinted at better things he could be doing.

But in that moment, nothing else held any significance; it was time for a hot and soothing shower. You had already made your way to the bathroom. While at the ministry, all the siblings typically used the communal showers, fortune favored you that night as you found the room to be empty.

You began to undress, taking off your habit one piece at a time, and neatly placing them on one of the sinks. The sensation of finally shedding those layers of clothing after a long and grueling day was pure relief.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, finally removing the last piece of clothing. With a towel in hand, you were just about to head into the shower when an unexpected noise at the door startled you. Frustration welled up within as you couldn't fathom how your precious moment of solitude and relaxation was about to be shattered by the intrusion of some fellow sibling.

Quickly, you unfolded the towel and readied yourself to cover your body, but before you could do so, you found yourself locking eyes with the unexpected intruder. It was Mountain, one of the Ghouls from the ministry. In that awkward moment, as his gaze met your naked form, everything he held in his hands fell to the floor with an audible thud.

For what felt like an eternity, the two of you remained locked in a silent, intense gaze, as though time had come to a standstill. It could have been mere seconds, or perhaps a minute, before the tension finally reached its peak, and you let out a piercing scream that would have alerted anyone nearby.

Mountain swiftly closed the distance between you, his hand clamping down firmly on your mouth to stifle the scream. His eyes were wide with alarm, mirroring your own. In this peculiar moment, neither of you could tear your gaze away from the other's eyes.

As your frantic heartbeat began to slow, Mountain cautiously withdrew his hand from your mouth, the silence between you still heavy with the weight of what had just transpired.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," he stammered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I thought no one would be here at this hour. I was planning to use the Ghoul's communal bathroom, but it's a complete mess in there right now."

Reassuringly, you responded, "That's okay, don't worry. It's completely fine. I'm the one who should apologize for screaming; I didn't mean to."

A faint smile crossed Mountain's face, and he chuckled, "I don't blame you. I'm guessing you weren't expecting company either, were you?"

"Not at all!" you exclaimed.

"If you'd prefer, I can wait outside or wander around the ministry for a while and return later." Mountain offered.

"No, please, you're already here. It's perfectly fine with me!" you quickly responded.

"Okay," he said, turning his back to you and walking back to where his belongings had been scattered on the floor.

He bent down, starting to pick them up one by one, a slight hint of frustration in his movements. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. To be honest, you did have a bit of a something on him, or maybe it was more than that. Perhaps it was his height, the tenderness in his voice, his smile, his eyes, his hands, or simply him. As you continued to watch him, a smile crept onto your lips, making you momentarily forget about the awkward situation.

But from the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of your own naked reflection in the mirror. Cursing under your breath, you swiftly grabbed your towel, wrapping it around yourself.

"So, are you really okay with me staying?" Mountain asked once more, concern etched on his face.

"Absolutely," you assured him with a warm smile.

"Thank you."

He moved to the sink, placing his things on its surface. Slowly, he removed his mask and ran his fingers through his hair, taking a deep breath. You observed him with keen interest; it was a rare privilege to see the Ghouls without their masks, and being in their presence during such moments was almost like a special treat. Mountain placed his mask on the sink and cast a warm, gentle smile your way through the mirror. Your cheeks flushed deeply, and you managed to return his smile with one of your own.

As he began to unbutton his clothes, your mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. You swiftly made your way to one of the shower stalls, stepping inside and taking a deep, calming breath. You couldn't help but be tempted to sneak a peek at his actions, but you knew you shouldn't – it wouldn't be right.

With determination, you hung your towel on the stall door, placed your soap and shampoo on the little shelf and turned on the shower, adjusting it to your desired temperature. As the water flowed and embraced you, you let out a relieved sigh. Your hands reached into the cascading stream, and slowly, your entire body was immersed in its soothing embrace, washing away the lingering tension.

You closed your eyes, allowing the warm water to envelop you in a soothing, comforting embrace. It was precisely what you needed after the unusual encounter. But then, the sound of another shower turning on broke your reverie, causing you to open your eyes and stare at the stall's door. You had nearly forgotten that you weren't alone.

With a slow, cautious turn of your head, you glimpsed Mountain standing under the shower's cascading water, his eyes closed and a serene smile gracing his face. Somehow, he looked endearingly cute in that moment. A giggle escaped your lips, drawing his attention as he opened his eyes. Quickly, you averted your gaze and turned your back toward his direction, making your way to your soap, attempting to regain your composure.

"Thank you again for letting me stay," Mountain expressed his gratitude.

You continued to rub the soap between your hands, your focus shifting to the suds forming in your palms. "You don't have to thank me that much, Mounty," you responded, still not meeting his gaze.

"Mounty?" he questioned.

As he repeated the nickname, your soap slipped from your grasp, landing with a soft thud on the shower floor. Quickly, you bent down to retrieve it, placing it back in its designated spot.

"Y-Yeah," you stammered, feeling slightly flustered. "I'm sorry, I tend to give people nicknames sometimes."

He chuckled softly, making your heart skip a beat. "I liked it."

A surprised smile broke through your shyness as you turned to look at him. "You did?" you asked, your curiosity evident.

Mountain nodded and smiled back at you. With renewed confidence, you picked up your soap once more, this time focusing on washing yourself.

"So how's your shower going?" Mountain inquired, his eyes fixed on you.

You continued to lather the soap on your skin as you replied, "It's fine. And yours?"

Mountain nodded, a serene smile on his face. "It's good. I needed it."

The idea crossed your mind – what if you took a chance and said something more? What if you tried to flirt a little? But should you? He was there, you were here, and you could make a playful attempt to flirt with him. After all, you were alone, and no one would overhear your subtle advances toward the intriguing Ghoul that had captured your interest.

"It would be better if you were here," you blurted out, surprised by your own words.

Mountain's expression shifted to one of curiosity. "What?" he inquired.

"What?" you repeated, feigning innocence.

"You said something. What was it?" he insisted.

"I said nothing," you attempted to brush it off.

"No, you definitely said something."

"Did I?" you stalled.

Mountain chuckled, turning off his shower. "You did. What did you say?"

With a deep breath, you confessed, "I said that... It would be better if you were here."

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I see... So you want me to come over?"

"Only if you want to," you responded, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"I want to."

He exited his shower stall, and you watched him with anticipation as he made his way to your stall. He stopped in front of it, and you unlocked the door for him. He opened the door, revealing his tall, wet, and naked body. Your cheeks turned a deep shade of red as your eyes took in the sight before you. Mountain took a step closer and closed the door behind him.

"Hi," he greeted with a playful grin.

"Hi," you replied, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.

"Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Extremely," you admitted, a bashful smile gracing your face.

Mountain's giggles reverberated in the shower stall as he leaned against the wall. "Thank you for the invitation."

"You're welcome," you replied, your voice tinged with shyness.

He nonchalantly gestured toward his own shower. "I must admit, the view from here looks better than from there."

"Could you see me from your shower?" you asked, curiosity piqued.

He shrugged. "Not entirely, but from here, I have a more privileged view."

A hint of a smile played on your lips. "And are you enjoying the view?"

"Very much," he replied, biting his lower lip, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

You placed the soap back in its spot and took a step closer to him. Extending your hand, you reached for him, your fingertips tracing a delicate path from his belly to his chest. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your touch. His breath caught at your touch. You smiled as you felt him contracting his body muscles beneath your fingers.

"Are you not going to take a shower, Mountain?" you inquired, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto yours, and he replied, "I will, but that's not what I'm thinking about right now."

You swallowed nervously. "Oh? So, what are you thinking about right now?"

With a seductive grin, he confessed, "Kissing you."

"You want to kiss me?" you inquired, your heart racing with anticipation.

Mountain's gaze bore into yours, his eyes filled with desire. "Yes, but only if you want me to."

With a whispered affirmation, you confessed, "I do."

Mountain lowered his body, his hands gently cradling your cheeks, and he closed the distance between you two. Mountain's kiss was intense and passionate, igniting a fire within both of you. As his arms enveloped you, drawing you closer, your own arms found their place around his neck, pulling him nearer. Your bodies pressed together, melding in a heated embrace, and you kissed each other with fervor. Your tongues danced, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, and joy and desire coursed through you.

His hands moved up and down your body, skillfully touching you in all the right places, sending shivers down your spine. The kiss grew increasingly fervent, stoking the flames of desire within you. Your hands roamed over his shoulders, back, and hips, as the sensations intensified.

The water from the shower continued to cascade over your entwined bodies, soaking you both. As you pulled away, your breath came in rapid gasps. With a swift and decisive move, Mountain turned you around, guiding you out of the shower and pressing your back against the stall wall. His eyes were filled with desire as he gazed down at you, and a devilish grin curved his lips. You bit the corner of your lower lip, your heart swelling with happiness as your body tingled from the intensity of the kiss.

"Is it okay if I want more?" Mountain whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"To kiss me?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He shook his head, leaning closer to you, pressing his body against yours. Your eyes widened as you felt his hardness pressing against your thigh.

"It's totally fine," you whispered, brushing your lips against his.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded, your desire and longing clear in your eyes. "I'm sure."

You wrapped your fingers around his hardness and gave it a gentle squeeze. He moaned softly and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. You continued to stroke him, feeling his arousal grow beneath your touch. You could feel his heartbeat thumping in his member, and you smiled as you thought of how good it would feel inside you. You stroked him faster, and Mountain gasped out loud. He opened his eyes and looked into yours.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his voice raspy.

You nodded and bit your lip. "Yes, please."

Mountain leaned in to kiss you once more, a sense of urgency driving his movements. His lips met yours with a burning need, and he pressed his tongue against your parted lips, exploring the depths of your mouth. His hands moved up and down your body, each touch electrifying and sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.

His hands reached for your face, tilting your head and deepening the kiss. The air was thick with a mix of ragged breaths and soft moans that escaped both of you. Your leg roamed along one of his, eventually coming to rest on his hips. The physical contact was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure shooting throughout your body. Your hips started to grind against his erection, and you felt his hands sliding across your ass, pulling you closer to him.

You broke the kiss and stared deep into his eyes. "Please," you breathed, your voice barely audible.

"Turn around," he said, his voice gruff with desire.

You did as instructed, turning around, facing away from him. He grabbed your hips, and you placed your hands on the wall. He slowly began to push his length into you. You let out a soft whimper as his member entered you, stretching you open. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then he slowly pushed himself further into you, inch by inch. You gasped and moaned, feeling every inch of him filling you.

"Oh..." you groaned, grinding your hips against his. "So big..."

Mountain groaned loudly and began thrusting into you. He moved slowly at first, but soon picked speed. Pumping into you harder and deeper. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts.

"How can you be this wet?" he inquired, with a mischievous smile. "Did you want my cock that bad?"

"Yes..." you purred.

He moved his hips, sliding his length in and out of you. You moaned loudly, your pleasure mounting as he thrust into you faster and harder. Mountain reached up and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, as you felt his member sliding in and out of you.

"Mmm... Mounty..." you growled, biting your lower lip. "Yes, fuck me, yes-! Oh! It's so good, fuck..."

"Is it good?" he whispered, lowering his face to your neck, pressing hungry kissed on your skin. "You like my cock inside you? Does it feels good?"

"Feels amazing! Ah... M-Ohn... Don't stop, please!" you cried out, your body writhing in pleasure as Mountain pouded into you.

The water splashed over his body, drenching you both. You cried out again, louder this time, as Mountain slammed into you, his length hitting your right spot over and over. He grunted, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your back onto his body. His teeth biting gently your neck, as he picked up speed on his pace, slamming into you, hitting your cervix over and over.

"So tight... Ah! So tight and hot for me, what a good pussy to fuck," he whispered, breathing heavily close to your ear.

"Mountain, Oh my Satan! You fuck so good, yes, yes, yes!" you whimpered. "Oh! You fuck me so good."

Mountain withdrew and turned you to face him. He bent down, kissing you deeply, his tongue dancing inside your mouth, causing you to moan with pleasure. He then slid his length back into you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. The connection between your bodies was electrifying.

Breaking the kiss, your bodies pressed together, and Mountain gazed at you with a smile. His hands reached for your legs, lifting them onto his hips and holding them firmly. You wrapped your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back. Your arms held him tight, your fingers intertwined in his hair. Mountain began to thrust into you, and you moaned, your head falling back.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes! Oh, my sweet Mounty, you fuck me so fucking good!" you screamed out.

The tip of his member brushed against your cervix, and you gasped. Your walls tightening around his member. Mountain smiled at you and thrust into you once more, your body squeezing his tight. He quickened his movements, and you squeezed your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper into you. Your breathing became ragged, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Your pussy takes my cock so well," he said looking straight at your eyes. "So fucking good, it feels so good... You have no idea how good your tight pussy feels around my fucking cock... Fu-! Ah!"

"Mounty... I- I don't think I can... Ah!" you moaned softly, rolling your eyes in pleasure. "I don't think I can hold anymore..."

"It's okay, I'm going to cum soon too, cum with me," he said, panting heavily.

He growled softly, and you felt him press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in small circles. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. You felt yourself building up towards an orgasm, and you knew that you wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. His fingers moved faster, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Mountain!" you screamed, your orgasm bursting through your body like a dam breaking. Your entire body tensed, as his thumb kept rubbing your clit fast.

"Yes! That's it! Cum for me, yes, just like that!" Mountain groaned and held onto you tighter. "You came so good, I'm going to fill you, I'm going to cum inside of your tight pussy," as he said it, his member pulsed inside you, spurting his hot seed into you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body convulsing, clenching your walls around his member. You cried out as you milked his member, wanting every last drop. Your wall pulsing around him shaft, feeling him filling you deep inside.

You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You felt him wrap his arms around you and kiss your forehead. You sighed contentedly, slowly releasing your legs from his grip. Slowly, he untangled himself from you, causing you to shiver as you felt his cum dripping out of you.

Mountain's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently stroking it. He leaned in, placing a delicate peck on your lips. A smile graced your face as you reached out, caressing his wrist with your hand.

"Should we stop wasting water now?" Mountain asked in a playful tone.

You chuckled and nodded. "Yes," you agreed with a teasing glint in your eyes. "Next time, we should turn off the water."

Mountain leaned in, whispering, "Or maybe we can find another place," and then claimed your lips in another passionate kiss.

#kinktober #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #smut #mountain #mountain ghoul #mountain smut #mountain ghost #mountain x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul smut

[noctvrnal9999]

Y'kno what's the best feeling? Finally finding a community that I feel like I belong to. Even if I don't have many mutuals or people I talk to in private or whatever, just seeing people post and talk about shit I agree with is so fucking refreshing. And I mean this specifically for Ascended Astarion. Ever since I got the game I felt like 'spawn ending truthers" are a rabid gang of dogs who will tear you to shreds if you don't share their goodthink. And I was so frustrated.

For months I felt like people are being silenced for liking Ascended ending, I legitimately shut myself out of social media because I couldn't handle people telling me (indirectly) that how I feel and how I read this piece of media is wrong and I'm an awful person for it. It legitimately got me doubting my own trauma, just think how fucking wild that is.

And then... and then tumblr did its magic. And I found people to follow, I found people that agree with me, I found some mutuals and am finding more.

All I'm trying to say - AA fans, I see you, I love you, you're a found family, in a way, and after months of feeling miserable, after months of feeling that there's something wrong with me and how I see things... I feel good again, happy. So thank you all, for existing, for posting, reblogging, commenting, sharing thoughts, etc.

You are all so valid and appreciated.

#ascended astarion #thots and prayers.tm #yeah this shit is sappy as hells but let me get emotional at least sometimes lol

[so-mordor-itis]

Just When You Thought You Knew Everything

@comatosebunny09 ;) I'm really proud of this one, and honestly, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. (I was the anon that suggested the loneliness of Leon.)

zero

There were days when he wasn’t plagued by the terrors of Raccoon City. Days–moreso nights–where his brain cracked open the deeper ends of his consciousness and forced him to remember further back. When he was 8, watching flames bite against the wooden walls of the building he once called home. When his 8-year-old brain thought it was possible to dwindle the fire just by staring at it long enough. Leon remembered then how someone in his family, not sure who, used to comment on his eyes. That they were so blue they could swallow sparks and then proceed to remark they were definitely inherited by his father. (So kind, he thought bitterly, to be told something that belonged to you was really something that actually was someone else’s and now you’re just borrowing it.) Leon’s 8-year-old self held on to that comment, hoping desperately that it was true; that he wasn’t being fed another lie for dinner even if somehow at that age, he knew it was. 

Leon realized his life was unique by the time he was 7. Stuck with another mediocre tv-dinner (though he liked those at the time), he remembered watching his father, drenched from abdomen to ankle in red, trip over himself, heaving. His father looked up, ocean blue piercing ocean blue, before walking back outside to probably continue whatever charade he found himself in. At 7, he wondered if other kids his age also had fathers who would do mysterious things. Fathers who barely spoke to them, only fussing at whatever their mother cooked, grumbling about newspaper articles, and yelling at the phone. Fathers who would look at them, just stare for what felt like hours, only to sigh and protest they never clean their room. Leon wondered if their dads also looked exactly like them but older. 

He hated the dreams that slapped him in the face with unwanted nostalgia almost as much as the ones that groaned in his ears, smelled of iron and rot, and stung his eyes with the memory of smoke from cars on the verge of exploding. 

At least the unwanted nostalgia never left him feeling as if he was a cadaver on the side of the road, organs made of jelly, bones crushed. 

Though, Leon had to ask himself, which was worse: being reminded that he was human or having the bits of the soul he once had sucked out, leaving an empty socket. 

one

You were a new, riveting surprise. 

Ingrid Hunnigan, a fellow agent and communications specialist, had been transferred to a new office building temporarily, allowing someone new to slip into her role and provide him with information and, if needed, support. (“Going on vacation this early, Hunnigan?” Leon had thought to himself in a jest.) You were her replacement, according to Simmons. However, that word didn’t sit right on Leon’s tongue. Replacement indicated Ingrid was now gone and had completely vanished from sight. As far as Leon was concerned, she was none of those. 

He greeted you with neutral respect, holding back the urge to create a snippy comment. He wasn’t aware of how greatly you’d treat his quips or if you’d appreciate them at all. It surprised him when you shook his hand, eyebrow raised as if he had already said something stupid. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Kennedy. I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said in a friendly manner. He couldn’t help the curiosity that was bubbling in him. People talked about him around the office? 

“Oh yeah?” He crossed his arms, offering you a chance to tell him more. “Enlighten me.”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “Mm, I don’t know if Ingrid would be too happy with me if I told you.” His expression was so amusing: he was attempting to act smug as if he knew people were chatting behind his back about his achievements or failures. However, as you regarded his form, you knew that wasn’t the case. Perhaps in the very back of his mind, he glazed over the idea, but once the information was relayed to him, he froze. 

“Before you ask,” you watched his mouth open only to snap shut. “Ingrid and I are friends.” 

Leon sighed. “So this is how it’s going to be.” 

You sat in Ingrid’s chair, giving it a feel. “Oh come on now, don’t say that as if you already can’t stand me.”

It was the opposite, actually. He was already starting to like your attitude, but naturally, he couldn’t let you find that out just yet. Leon needed to grasp that feeling of satisfaction before you welcomed its embrace. 

“I could already hate you, and you wouldn’t even know it.” He remarked, lifting his hand lightly to mitigate his point. 

“Well, damn, shoot me now.” 

two

It honestly startled him how fast you adapted to his behavior. Maybe Hunnigan had given you a lecture on him, Leon S. Kennedy 101: How To Deal With His Bullshit. Your first-ever assignment as partners went smoothly. He was to retrieve data on illegal B.O.W transports, observing for any kind of suspicious activity in the vicinity of Manhattan. You made a joke about New York and how the food wasn’t even that good for those prices. He snorted, giving you some credit for your originality, half tempted to ask how you knew before he spotted something. He gave you a short, to-the-point comment on what his next actions were.

You replied. “Don’t die when it’s my first day on the job, alright?”

Leon rolled his eyes. “Already thinking about the paycheck? That’s kinda fast.”

“How else am I gonna pay rent this month?” 

“Side job?”

“Don’t start.”

The next few months, he allowed himself to grow more amused with your antics, with your banter. You were funny. He had to admit it. Chatty, even. It impressed him how often you knew how to reply, firing comments of your own as if you were always loaded with something. 

You grew to be familiar. A calm voice that he didn’t know he could’ve used at that moment in time. 

Then you grew to be more than just a voice. A person who he missed when your shift ended, and he was alone at his desk, messy papers the only thing giving him company. A person he gravitated towards when he immediately saw your figure. Be it a gathering, a meeting, or simply seeing you during lunch, he found himself by your side. 

Leon liked it. He liked having this. He knew the word for it was friendship. You two acted as if you had been friends for years even though it was the complete opposite. You clicked so easily. 

That's what scared him the most. It petrified him down to his very core that this wasn't even the closest you could get to him. There were still more forks in the road, more paths you could take. A part of him froze at the idea of you pausing in front of the box of horrors he's encountered, opening it, only to be drowned by him, by his essence. As if he was Pandora's Box, and you would perish. 

Those burdens were almost impossible for him to carry. How would you react to what he saw in Raccoon? 

Leon glared into his bottle of whiskey as his thoughts rolled around like boulders in his head. He took a sip, allowing the alcohol to sting his throat. 

Had it really taken him this long to realize you were this precious to him? 

two and a half 

He dreamt about his mother and father that night, and it made him wonder if fate truly had it out for him. 

three

Leon's worst fears came to light when his fingers accidentally brushed against yours, igniting an inner feeling he recognized immediately. While you hadn't really reacted–maybe bashfully glanced down–it hit him fast and hard like a brick falling from the sky. He wouldn't mind holding your hand. He wouldn't mind doing a lot of things with you. Because it was you and you made him experience joy. Genuine joy. Something he thought would be nearly impossible for him to feel again. 

Maybe that’s why he’s scared. He truly can’t imagine doing anything without the ghost of you being there. How funny, what a human can do to another, how easily one could slip into his life, creating an asteroid-sized crater in his chest. 

However, despite that never-ending pit of fear, he remained the same on the outside. A contrast to what happened in his head. At least, he thought he continued to keep up the tough, stoic expression he managed to have all the time. 

You two were having a normal exchange. Talked about each other’s days, about upcoming missions packed into your schedules, and what you were having for dinner later (he almost asked you if he could join but stopped himself). But then, the atmosphere changed and suddenly you held a look of uneasiness. Now he was concerned. 

“Everything okay?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that.” 

Leon crossed his arms, his usual stance. “Nothing’s up besides the files we’ve been reading. Nasty shit, though I guess I can say I’ve seen worse.” He had. 

“No, not that.” You mimicked him, now crossing your own arms. He half wondered if you were doing it partly to mock him, but with how serious your tone was, that probably wasn’t the case. “You’ve been uneasy. As if you want to tell me something but you can’t.”

Come on. You can’t possibly read him that easily. “Nah.” He brushed your concern off, but he hated himself for it. For the way your face dropped. Of course, there were more things he could tell you, to plop in your lap, hoping you understood where he was coming from. “You’re cute for being concerned though.” Maybe that will turn your curious nose away for now.

“I’m cute?” You look baffled. “That’s a new one.” He could tell from the way you scoffed, turning your head to look anywhere else but at him, that got you. 

“I’m full of surprises.” 

“More like full of shit.” 

“Ouch.” 

“Still, back to what I was saying, I’m here to listen. I think you know that by now. I mean, I got wine at my place with your name on it.” 

Leon wrinkled his nose. He was never a wine guy, scotch was ragged and spiky when it went down his throat and he preferred that. “Inviting me over?”

“If you need it.” 

He almost took it. Almost. 

“Maybe some other time.” 

four

He caved when you asked again a few weeks later when he severely needed some form of alcohol after what he had been dragged into. 

You poured him a glass of wine, and he watched as red covered the glossy inside to almost full. “Thanks.”

You smiled, and something burned within him, it glowed red, overflowing like how lava does when it’s spewed from a volcano. This was more than just friendship now, your every action caused him to feel something, whether it was burning or just warm. You were warm. 

The wine made him feel sluggish, and vulnerable. He was only on his third glass before his brain was less rigid, slowly turning into mush. 

“You okay?” You laughed a little. “You look like you’re about to be sick.” You glanced at the wine bottle with knitted brows, scanning over the label. “I hope this hasn’t expired.”

Leon waved his hand at you. “No, wine just hits me a little harder than scotch does.”

“Is that why you never drink it? Or do you just like scotch so much?”

“I just like scotch, probably an unhealthy amount.” He smiled a little, cheeks pink from the alcohol. “Never been a wine guy, but today’s special.”

“Our government is running you ragged, Lee.” 

“Tell me about it. The main guy at the white house seems to really favor me now.” 

“Have you ever gone on vacation?”

“Nope.” 

“You should. I highly recommend it.”

He chuckled. “I got on vacation, and then what? I’m called on the second day. Perks of being the golden boy.”

Leon realized that under the influence, he was better at small talk. The fog around his brain prevented him from overthinking, allowing him to share his thoughts and his ideas. For once, he felt no burdens weighing on his shoulders. The world seemed less dark. 

Until he slipped a comment about Raccoon. 

“I was there.” He accidentally said, shutting his mouth immediately as you raised your eyebrows. You blinked, licking your lips in thought.

“You never told me that.” 

Well, now he could no longer avoid it. His trauma, his old wounds that were constantly reopened, were now somewhat spilled on the floor. The probability of you simply letting this go was zero. Leon sighed heavily, placing his wine glass on your kitchen counter. “It wasn’t really brought up. Well, maybe it was, but…I guess I was nervous about scaring you off.” 

“Scaring me off?” You held a hand to your hip, looking at him as if he was stupid, and suddenly he was whisked back to when you two first met, and you had given him that exact same look. “You know what we do for a living? The wine didn’t make you forget right?”

“Not in that sense,” Leon felt weird telling you this. Oddly confident. It was the wine–did he really only have three glasses? 

“Oh.” You got the hint almost immediately. He knew you would. He was searching your expression now, but he couldn’t read it. You were thinking, your forehead wrinkling. It was cute, downright adorable. 

He didn’t want to scare you off, because this was more than just friendship to him. 

“Didn’t think you were interested in me in that way.” You huffed. You bit the inside of your cheek, still thinking. You approached him, placing yourself in the seat next to him, the air now so warm it was hard to breathe. “Well, you can tell me about Raccoon City. You can tell me anything. Show me your scars, and I’ll show you mine.” You said it so sincerely, he had to be inclined to believe you. 

It was silly, how scared he was about his. He told you everything, and somehow later that night it led to you holding him close to your chest, fingers in his hair, heartbeat in his ear. 

A night so beautiful he actually cried. 

He thought back to the night when his childhood home burned. The night he willed the fire to diminish into smoke with just his eyes. 

You aren't alone anymore, kid. He thought, still feeling your fingers threading through his hair, through the darker roots. Not anymore. 

-

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[femininemenon]

Their story:

I hope this message reaches you well. I am Afaf Masoud, a 24-year-old Palestinian from Gaza City. My beautiful family consists of my mother Nermeen, my sister Omayma, my brother Adham, his wife Hanin, and their daughter Marmar.

Four months ago, I decided to move to Germany with my husband (Ahmed Dalloul), leaving all my family members in Gaza. I'm here to share our story and seek help during these challenging times in Gaza and for my family.

My beloved family, still in Gaza, continues to endure the harsh effects of the relentless war, suffering on all human and spiritual levels. When the war began, circumstances forced my entire family to leave our home and its surroundings. In that heartbreaking moment of evacuation, my family's tears flowed like rain. They bid farewell to every corner of the house that held memories of our joys and sorrows, including their beloved project "Sabara Plant Nursery."

This project was a source of life for us, and as my mother bid it farewell with tears, it was almost as if the plants were nourished by her tears. It was a painful collapse of their spirit and shattered dreams. Our all family the loved ones left the house, leaving behind shattered dreams, exhausted hopes, and simple belongings.

There is no news about our beautiful home, and all we have is uncertainty. Has everything been destroyed? Is our plant nursery and our plants still alive? The confusion around these questions wraps itself like darkness, and no one knows.

My family members were forced to leave their home in Jabalia in northern Gaza strip, the heartbeat of their home, towards the Sheikh Radwan area in Gaza City, carrying their remaining hopes. However, after a few days, they were displaced south to the Deir al-Balah area, finding themselves facing a station of despair, surrounded by the unknown and mystery.

Hours passed like years on the street until they managed to find shelter in a house in Deir al-Balah.

But after a few days, this place turned into a crowded house with displaced families, searching amidst the rubble for a straw of safety. The difficult and tragic circumstances are not easily understood, as communication and transportation were cut off, making obtaining food, water, and electricity a scarce endeavor. Basic necessities became incredibly rare, a bitter mix of suffering and despair enveloping their daily lives.

With repeated communication interruptions with my family, feelings of helplessness and fear crept into my heart for continuous days. Every bad feeling increased the worry, and the fear of losing my family accelerated. When I finally manage to contact them, even if for a few minutes, happiness fills me, and the worry subsides for moments. At the same time, the emotions of sadness and fear intertwine to create a complex mix of emotional conflict.

Upon hearing my mother's voice, tears of longing and fear welled up in my eyes, and I was overcome by intense crying. But one day, after a long period of contact silence, her voice came back, crying with pain and agony.

That moment was a whisper of deep pain and a message confirming the bitter truth. At that time, I wished I were dead instead of witnessing my mother suffer so painfully. I tried to console her, but she revealed to me a harsh reality: our area in Jabalia was subjected to destruction and bombardment, where we lost our home, our nursery plant project, my brother's house, and the homes of family members, leaving them without a shelter to return to.

That house and our Sabara Plant Nursery, founded on the basis of love, with walls that bore memories filled with nostalgia and dreams colored with hope, was completely destroyed this time. It's not the only time our home and nursery witnessed this destruction; it went through many trials in recent years and was damaged repeatedly. Despite all those times, we tried to repair it as much as we could, but this time it seems that hope went down with its ruins, and our hearts bleed deep sorrow for losing that corner that sheltered our dreams and deep feelings.

All our memories passed like embers, and the strong shock possessed all my feelings. I couldn't console my mother; sorrow dominated my heart. But I tried to encourage her, saying, "We will rebuild the nursery and restore it." However, my mother exploded again, saying with deep sadness, "Everything is destroyed, our dreams scattered, and nothing is left at all."

My mother continued, saying, "Our home and the source of our livelihood are gone. There is nothing left. Even us, when, how, we don't know." Her words reflected a state of despair and loss, showing the extent of the harsh blow their dreams and shattered hopes suffered.

In the face of my mother's words, I failed to bear the impact of her words. It has only been a few months since the departure of my dear father, and until now, it remains impossible for anyone to understand the difficulty of life without him.

I feel much weaker than being able to bear the loss of my family or any member of it again, and helplessness dominates every aspect of my life. I am helpless to change this harsh and painful reality.

I find comfort in communicating here; it's the only thing I can do and stand by my family's side. We are trying with all our might to help them get out of the grip of this war, and our goal is to move them to a safer place outside of Gaza, away from the danger threatening them. We look forward to rebuilding their lives and reviving their hopes, dreams, and projects anew.

Although these circumstances at this time have increased the cost of leaving, and financial resources pose a challenge, they find themselves compelled to bear the cost of departure. They are asked to pay amounts reaching around $7000 per person, making a difficult matter, with challenges increasing day by day.

In addition, I hope to have the ability to support my dear sister, Omayma, in her educational journey and the realization of her dreams and aspirations. Omayma, the outstanding student at the Faculty of Arts, majoring in French language, holds great ambitions in her heart.

She dreamed of completing her university studies and then obtaining a scholarship to pursue a master's degree in France. However, the difficult circumstances in Gaza made this dream evaporate, as her university and the French Institute were destroyed.

Amima's collapsed future carries great pain, and her golden dreams seem to be slowly fading away. I hope here to find the necessary support to revive those dreams and for Amima to continue her studies and achieve her dream of obtaining a master's degree, opening a new chapter of excellence and hopes for her.

Your support represents the spirit of solidarity and the sea of mercy in the face of these harsh storms. It's not just financial assistance; it's a beacon that lights the path of hope in our hearts burdened with sorrows. We suffer in silence, and our journey to safety poses countless challenges. Your support means a lot to us; it means extending a helping hand in moments of weakness and loss.

I am Afaf Masoud, and my words are a small gateway that we open to your compassionate hearts. I implore you with all humility and love, help us protect my family from the storms of life and continue searching for a safe haven. Don't just be witnesses; be part of our story, stand with us with gentleness and compassion.

Thank you, with deep gratitude and respect.

#free palestine #free gaza #gaza #gaza strip #palestine

[mistydeyes]

Firstly, congratulations! You deserve all the love and more. Keep up the good work 🌹❤️.

Secondly, I want to request cold sheets with Soap or Gaz ( sorry, I can't choose 😭). Maybe they are breaking up or something? Live laugh love angst!!

Lastly, I hope you're doing well. Take care (pls). I hope I didn't cross any boundaries writing this 😶‍🌫️ .

thank you so much!! also I decided why not have TWO angst pieces so enjoy both breakups with gaz and soap :) literally this was so sad it made my heart hurt

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: cold sheets - "can you hold me just one more time?"

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, ANGST, no happy ending :(

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It was actually over. You wiped some tears as Kyle packed up the last of his things. Despite both of your efforts, you weren't able to make his life in the military work with your office job. Too many fights were about his inconsistency and the inability to cope with the lack of calls and updates. It was a mutual decision but your heart still hurt as you looked at the changed flat. "That's the last one, I'll be out of here soon," he said flatly and you could see him look at the busy street below. You stood in the hallway and tried to be indifferent but your sadness was evident. "Hey," your now ex said to you as he walked closer, "this is for the best." You couldn't help but crumble into more tears at the sentiment. He held his arms out in a hug and you quickly found yourself sobbing into his shirt. "No more late nights waiting for me and washing my dirty uniform," he tried to joke but you could hear the depression in his tone. You looked up at him in your blurry tears before you whispered a question. "Can you hold me one last time?" you spoke softly and he nodded. You allowed him to follow you to the bedroom, now stripped of his belongings.

You got into bed slowly and still maintained the same side you always stayed on. He followed soon after, stripping his dusty pants and placing his phone on the table. You could feel the bed dip as you faced away from him and felt his arms wrap around you. You tried to hold in your tears but you began to feel the pillow become wet with your sadness. You also realized as Kyle held you tight, your neck became freckled with small, salty tears. You both wished things had gone differently, that maybe you were able to make it work or the communication was more fulfilling. However, both of you knew that this was the last time you would be in each other's presence as lovers.

"I'm sorry," he whispered through tears and you felt your heart shatter. "I'm sorry too," you spoke softly as you felt more tears run down your face, "I wish it could have worked." "I do too," he mumbled and buried his head into your hair. As you lay like that for a final time, you shut your eyes and tried to get some sleep. You choked down your sobs and clutched the sheets tighter, trying to bury your sadness. You dreaded the morning as you knew Kyle would be gone from your life forever. The scent of his cologne filled the air before you calmed your breathing and fell into an emotionally drained slumber.

When you awoke, Kyle was gone. He left with a note apologizing for the unfortunate timing of your relationship and wishing you the best. As you clutched the note to your chest, you felt empty and wished you had another night in his arms.

What started as a fight a week ago ended with Johnny visiting your flat one last time. When you initially started dating, you both were expecting a quick fling, a relationship with no strings attached. However, as you grew older you found yourself wanting a long-term relationship with the possibility of children and a white-picket-fence life. Johnny couldn't provide you this at the time and it all came to a fever pitch. You ended the relationship with him stating that you needed someone else to offer you this picturesque life.

Now, he was standing in front of you asking to pick up the last of his belongings from your flat. "Sure, you can come in, I haven't moved anything," you mumbled and moved to let your ex-boyfriend in. As he collected his things, he noted the copious amounts of wine bottles that littered the room. What was more distressing was the chaotic state of the flat as you were always one to emphasize organization and cleanliness. He piled everything into a spare box before he caught your attention. "Have you been takin care of yourself?" he questioned cautiously. As if he had opened the floodgates, you broke down in tears. "It's for the best," he tried to comfort you as you sat on the floor in a literal puddle of tears. He attempted to help you up before you looked at him. "Can you hold me one last time?" you whispered and you could see him fight an internal battle with himself. "Please Johnny, just for the last time." Seeing your puffy eyes, he couldn't help but follow you into the bedroom.

You both got into bed and you cozied yourself into his chest, something you both were familiar with. He placed an arm around your shoulder as you tried to dry your tears. "You gonna tell your future kids about me?" he joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. "Ha, yes I'll tell them I dated a soldier with a mohawk," you said and your voice sounded hoarse as it echoed in the room. "You'll be a great mum someday," he continued and he felt his shirt begin to become wet with another flood of tears. "I wish it could've worked between us," you whispered in between sniffles and you heard him sigh before he replied. "In another life, Bonnie," he responded and you could feel him gently kiss your head.

When your breaths slowed, Johnny saw himself out. He took one last look at your flat before turning off the lights and locking the door. He slid the key underneath the carpet and turned with the box of his things in hand. He couldn't help but feel his heartbreak as he tried to rationalize his actions. You needed someone who could give you a family, not a soldier who risked his life every day. You needed a family man, not him.

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mctavish #soap mctavish x you #mw2 #izzie is writing #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz imagine #kyle garrick imagine #izzie celebrates 1k

[gutz-radio]

Honestly the complaint that izzy fans are only mad that Izzy died bc he was their fav and it clouds their judgement or whatever is dumb as rocks. Like obviously I'm sad my favourite character is dead. That was gonna happen regardless of if his death was well written or not. But I wouldn't have been upset and dissatisfied if his death had been written properly. I'm into media where several of my favourite characters have died. But it was written well. One of my favourite characters died in an unfair manner. He was strangled to death by the brother he was the closest to, knowing that was his fate if he chose to fight him. It was sad, but it was written properly and with good execution. His death had meaning. It had purpose. And it had an impact. It was sad yeah, I was sad, but it was well written. And it was in a piece of media where death is a common thing that is constantly happening. But Izzy's death was just to advance Ed's character development, and even that went nowhere. Izzy's death wasn't meaningful in anyway. He was shot randomly, on the left side (where the show says "there's nothing important on that side" and characters have been stabbed there before) and it's a blink and you miss moment. Then it's barely brought up for the following sequence save for Ed asking Izzy if he was alright and gets a "I'm fine fuck off" in response, and then a short scene of Frenchie and Ed carrying him. Then we cut to the death scene. And the fucking trope of everyone standing around in defeat because there's nothing to do is honestly frustrating. His community just. Stands there. The same community that when he had a leg infected after it was shot, desperately tried to save his life and risked their own safety. And now they just stand there moping. Uh huh. And then Izzy uses his last moments to comfort the man who abused and mutilated him and shuts down Ed's attempt to say he has nothing to say sorry for to talk utter bullshit. "Fed the darkness" "Couldn't live without Blackbeard" my ass. Izzy was already taking steps to leave that shit behind him after he shot Ed in s3. He was already becoming his own character, not an attachment to Blackbeard or Ed. So to suddenly bring this back at the end of the season, when he's already developed is frankly bullshit. And so this character, who has only recently found a community and started living for himself, who is finally happy, gets shot and killed in the least satisfying way possible, and his death isn't even about him or the people who cared about him, but all about the man who hurt and abused him. And he isn't even respected in death. He isn't buried at sea, like pirates usually were, and he isn't buried with his prosthetic. With his fucking leg that was made for him by the community who loved him. No it's used to mark his grave, as well as his personal belongings. I am not mad that Izzy dies. I am mad that his death was written poorly, and that once again, a character who only started to find love after a hard and gruesome life, has to die. And even worse, doesn't die for himself or those who loved him properly.

#ofmd critical #izzy hands #ofmd spoilers #spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #rant #personal rant #tw abuse mention #bad writing

[crimsonedquill]

Tumblr has shut me down 2 times now trying to send this. 3rd times the charm. Have a request for you. 🫶 What do you think the HL guys and gals would end up thinking/doing if they found out that the MC is a Legilimens when they have yet to confess their feelings? (Romantic and spicy)

MC being a Legilimens and finding out about HLC's secret feelings

Okay, so I ended up spending way more time on this than I anticipated, lol. I'm still finding my footing with this new format so I hope I did justice to your request 🖤 I decided to get a bit creative and tried incorporating a theme of each character representing a different sense (tasting, hearing, feeling etc.) though I kinda ended up dropping the ball with Imelda :/ Anyway, hope you enjoy 🖤

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

Poppy had found herself in a bit of a bind lately. She liked spending time with MC, and she was really glad to have finally made a real friend, but… was it normal to feel her heart flutter whenever they were close by, or feel hotness high in her cheeks when they flashed her a smile? Due to her inexperience with relationships, she wasn’t sure she was reading all of the signs right at first, but it slowly started to dawn upon her as weeks passed without her random bouts of happiness diminishing. Merlin, just her luck. The only human friend she’d ever made, and she had been stupid enough to fall in love with them.

She did everything she could to ignore her feelings at first, not wanting to ruin the special thing they had. Which wasn’t to say that it was getting any easier to do so – if anything, it was quite the opposite. Sometimes the boldness of her own mind would catch her off guard, overwhelming her with fantasies about kissing MC or wrapping herself in their arms. She would lie awake at night, picturing their lips in their mind – wondering what they would taste like.

It left her feeling increasingly desperate. The more she tried to keep her feelings hidden, the more she found herself unable to resist the pull of her attraction to MC. It was like a magnet, drawing her in closer and closer until she felt like drowning.

And then, one day, everything changed. They were walking through the Forbidden Forest, enjoying the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, when she felt a strange sensation wash over her. It was like a gentle caress, a feather-light touch that seemed to brush against the edges of her mind. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but as the feeling persisted, she began to realise the truth.

They knew.

It was like a shock to her system. All this time, they had been able to read her thoughts and feelings, to see everything she had been trying to hide. And yet, despite the fear and uncertainty that bubbled up within her, Poppy couldn't help but feel relieved. She didn't have to keep her feelings bottled up anymore, didn't have to pretend that she wasn't head over heels in love with her best friend.

And then, as if sensing her inner turmoil, MC turned to her, their eyes locking in silent communication. Poppy could feel the intensity of their gaze, the raw emotion flowing between them. And then, before she could even process what was happening, MC leaned in and pressed their lips to hers.

It was like a dream, a fantasy come to life. Poppy's heart raced as she wrapped her arms around MC's neck, deepening the kiss with a fervour that surprised even her. She could taste the sweetness of their lips, feel the heat of their skin against hers, and she knew that this was where she belonged.

When they finally broke apart, both of them gasping for air, Poppy knew that things would never be the same between them. But for the first time in a long time, she felt like everything was going to be okay.

Natsai Onai 🦁

Natty couldn't explain why she was so attracted to MC. Maybe it was their loyalty, bravery, or simply their good looks. All she knew was that she couldn't get them out of her head, and she sometimes caught herself wondering how handsome they looked underneath all those clothes. Sweet Merlin, she should probably be glad her mother wasn't omniscient.

Sometimes it seemed like MC brushed a little too close to her for it to be a random mistake, but maybe it was just her feelings talking. At any rate, she didn't think too much of it. She had always been skilled at keeping her emotions in check, and she was wiser than to let personal feelings get in the way of treasured friendships.

Which wasn’t to say that MC didn’t seem keen on testing her limits. Their invitation to go for an evening swim in the lake appeared innocent enough at first, yet she couldn't help but feel that something was different about the way MC looked at her tonight. Then again, she wasn't making any effort to be subtle as she watched MC undress and slip into their swimwear, her ogling earning a smile from them. “See anything you like?” they asked.

“The lake is looking very beautiful tonight,” she taunted back with a grin of her own.

“You're right,” MC said, turning towards the lake. "It's just begging for something more, don't you think?”

Before she knew what was happening, MC threw off their swimwear and stormed into the lake, the splashing water obscuring their nude form. They turned around and called out to her, “Come on in, Natty! It's delightful!”

Natty chuckled to herself as she stood up and waded into the water to where MC's head was floating. “You're absolutely mad, you know that?” she said.

“And I know you love it,” MC responded, wiggling their eyebrows at her. She laughed. MC always knew how to make her laugh. Again, she looked at them, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she realised they were completely bare under the surface.

MC swam closer to her. Natty tried to keep her gaze fixed on their eyes, but her eyes kept darting down to their toned chest and strong arms. She could feel her heart racing as MC reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face.

“You know, Natty,” MC said, their voice low and husky, “I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now.”

Natty felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked at them, waiting for them to continue.

“I can't deny that I feel something for you,” MC said, their eyes locked onto hers. "Something more than just friendship. And – I know you feel the same way.”

Natty's heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

“I do,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

Without another word, MC closed the distance between them, pressing their lips to hers in a searing kiss. Natty wrapped her arms around MC's neck, pulling them closer as she deepened the kiss.

As they pulled away, MC grinned at her. “I knew you couldn't resist me,” they said, their eyes twinkling with amusement.

Natty rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. “You are just full of secrets, are you not?”

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Fuck! That was the fourth time this week she’d dropped the ball during Quidditch practice, both literally and figuratively. She didn’t know what was wrong with herself – was she coming down with something? Usually she always managed to stay laser-focused, but lately it was as if she couldn’t maintain concentration for more than five seconds before her thoughts started drifting off. She angrily landed in the grass of the pitch, ripping off her arm guards as she stomped towards the changing room.

“Imelda –” a voice called out, and she rolled her eyes as MC caught up with her. “Hey,” they said, “good game.”

“Yeah, fine, gloat all you want,” she snapped back at them. “Easy to kick someone when they’re down.”

MC chuckled. “You’re too hard on yourself. Everyone has their bad days.”

“Well, I don’t.” she huffed. “Now, don’t you have someplace else to be?”

She kicked the door of the changing rooms open and started taking off her robe. MC simply leaned against the doorpost, unbothered as ever. She didn’t know whether to consider their tolerance for her outbursts a virtue or a curse.

“I just mean to tell you, you’re only human.” MC said. “Come on Imelda, you don’t have anything to prove to anyone here –”

“Oh, I suppose you know so bloody well,” she scoffed. “I bet you think you know my every hope and desire, don’t you?”

“Well, as a matter of fact –”

Imelda pulled off her gloves and threw them in the corner with a force that made MC flinch. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be,” MC said. “I just… well, I didn’t want to embarrass you, considering… I know I am the one that’s been distracting you lately.”

She frowned at them, but her reaction was a lot less severe than it could have been, and she knew it. “Clearly that Bludger did a lot more damage to your skull than I thought.”

“Oh Imelda,” MC chuckled, shaking their head as they smiled. “I may not know as much about Quidditch as you do, but I’m fairly certain my stamina in bed has nothing to do with it.”

To her credit, she didn’t lose her composure – didn’t even start blushing. She just stood there, cocking an eyebrow at them.

“I must admit it’s a bit flattering, all these unsavoury thoughts you have about me,” MC continued as they stepped into the room. “I might even –”

They stopped as Imelda suddenly stepped up to them, keeping them trapped in her icy gaze. “I don’t know how you know, and frankly, I don’t care.” she said, gripping the hem of their robe. “I assume you know what I want right now?”

MC nodded slowly.

“Good.” A smirk began tugging at her lips. “I think I’m beginning to appreciate this efficiency.”

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

“Seriously, MC, a Stunner?” taunted Sebastian as he easily deflected MC’s charm. “You can do better than that!”

“Just keep talking, Sallow,” MC chuckled, hunching forward to catch their breath. “You’re just making it easier for me.”

They attempted another spell, which he parried with ease. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched MC stumble around the duelling chamber. Their persistence was endearing, and he enjoyed spending time with them, even if it was only to knock them down a peg whenever he wanted.

After a few more fumbled attempts by MC, Sebastian decided to retaliate. He launched a spell of his own against them, which knocked them off their feet. MC yelped as they fell and then burst out in laughter, the bright sound echoing through the chamber.

I wonder how loud they can be.

He blinked, slightly taken aback by the brazenness of his own thought. A blush soon followed when he was struck by the realisation. It couldn’t be, right? He’d never viewed MC that way. An obnoxious loudmouth, that’s all they’d ever been to him –

I wonder how far I can push them if I have my way. I bet they’re a screamer.

Confused, he failed to see MC readying for another attack, and without warning he was suddenly knocked back, landing squarely on his ass. When he pushed himself back up, he noticed MC walking towards them with a smirk on their face.

“That was plain luck,” he scoffed as he stood up. “You only got me because I lost my focus for a moment.”

“I know,” MC responded. “I couldn’t help but notice you were suddenly very distracted by something.”

He cocked an eyebrow at them. How did they – but no, that was impossible. They were probably just bluffing, as usual.

“Sounds like you admit you can’t win in a fair fight,” he retorted.

“I think it’s time I made a confession,” MC said as they took another step towards him. “What if I told you I have let you win all this time?”

“Oh, have you now?”

“I can already tell which spells you’re thinking of before you even cast them,” MC explained, the smirk still not leaving their face. “How else would I have known you were going to use Levioso to taunt me just now?”

Sebastian could feel the colour leaving his face. How did he not… How long had they…?

MC took another step, closing the gap between them. “Long enough,” they said, their lips hovering close to his. “You know, Sallow, there are some other things you might not know about me yet. Would you care to find out?”

God yes, he thought, as their lips smashed together and MC’s mouth opened ever so slightly, their moaning sounding like music to his ears.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

Ominis wasn’t easily impressed. It was more out of necessity than anything, considering he was mostly living through his senses – he simply couldn’t allow himself to get overwhelmed, lest he ended up losing control. He’d made peace with it a long time ago, finding that being impervious to his emotions was a lot easier than embracing them.

Which didn’t mean he was prepared for the enigma that was MC.

He noticed something was off when he started paying more attention to their presence in the corridors. It wasn’t really strange at first, as he was accustomed to internalising people’s scents and sounds to recognise them, but then MC started to occupy his mind even when they weren’t physically present. The lovely scent of their hair and the melodic sound of their voice were like colours on his mental canvas, and he savoured them whenever he could.

But after some time, even that wasn’t enough. For the first time since he could remember, Ominis felt a need – a deep wanting to experience MC beyond scent or sound. He wanted to feel them under his fingertips, the delicate touch of their skin, which he imagined to be ever so smooth and silky, like a freshly washed cloth.

There were times when he considered confessing his feelings to them. But every time fear would hold him back – of rejection, of these strange, intense emotions he didn’t have any experience with. Making matters worse were his suspicions that MC was onto something – to others it would have been barely noticeable, but for him it wasn’t hard to pick up on the subtle nuances in their voice, the way they laughed whenever they spoke to him.

One day, MC invited him for a walk along the lake. He could feel something stir within him as they held his arm to guide him, their hands so close to touching… but he forced himself to keep his emotions in check.

“It must be so strange, not knowing what everyone around you looks like,” MC spoke up at some point. “How do you even tell them apart?”

“I find that it helps to assign them textures based on their traits,” Ominis answered. “Take Sebastian – he must be rock-solid considering how thick his skull is.”

MC chuckled. “I suppose that makes sense. How do you imagine me?”

Ominis hesitated for a moment, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t immediately betray his true feelings. “I think you would be rough on the outside,” he finally said. “But inside, you would feel smooth, and warm – like a dragon egg.”

Merlin, he must have taken a temporary leave from his senses to be talking like that. He could feel MC bringing them to a halt. “MC –” 

“Ominis,” they interrupted him. “It’s all right. You don’t have to say anything.”

Hot lava burned in his chest. Did they know? But how? His breath hitched in his throat as MC took his hand. They gently kissed all of his fingers before bringing him down – he practically melted away at the touch of their bare skin, warm and soft, more so than he had ever dared to dream of.

“Feel me,” MC said, and he needed no more.

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy #harry potter #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #imelda reyes #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting x mc #natsai onai x mc #imelda reyes x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt x mc

[v3nusxsky]

It’s who I am

*A/n ~ I have a few one shots planned out that are more angst themed but I thought I'd try get some fluff in this one. Enjoy*

Prompt~ reader attends Nevermore with Larissa, Morticia and Gomez. Parent's weekend had arrived when reader decides to come out to their parents and effectively the rest of Nevermore.

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"Y/n! Are you even listening to me?" Your mother snapped. It was parent's weekend at Nevermore. Most of the students were so excited for the weekend. You however were dreading it. Your parents and yourself always had a rocky relationship. It only became more strained when your abilities began to show themselves. Your parents were afraid you'd manipulate them due to being able to communicate with your mind and emotions. It was just another thing that made you imperfect. You could never reach their expectations of you no matter how hard you tried. Since arriving at Nevermore you hadn't spoke to either of your parents. They had quite literally dumped you on the drive and left. At the start you felt abandoned and confused but Nevermore soon became a safe heaven for you.

With a quick glance around the quad you soon caught sight of your secret girlfriend. Larissa Weems. See you'd always knew you felt different but with her, everything just feels right. For the first time in your life your loved, accepted and wanted as yourself. Larissa never wanted you to be anyone but yourself. You may be young but you knew one day you'd marry her. Your forever home for the beating organ in your chest. Nevermore had taken the news of you and Larissa extremely well. But telling your parents? That was the hard part.

"Sorry mother, just thinking." You managed to mutter out in reply to her jab.

"Y/n I found you the perfect boy back home. He will over look this unfortunate curse you have. He wants to marry you as soon as you can y/n. Isn't this exciting! Your last chance to prove your not a disappointment" She happily babbled away gushing about this new piece of news. You just sat there dumbfounded. Your own mother was attempting to marry you off? Unfortunate curse? What?

"I- uh what?" Was all you managed to stutter out nervously messing with the ring on your right hand.

"God y/n! It's pardon not what! So rude. You'll have to fix that before you come back to marry Max. You will need to be a proper lady." She retorted back at you. You couldn't help but sit there and wonder what drug she had taken? How could this make sense in her head.

Your hands were shaking and your leg was involuntarily bouncing you couldn't help the rage that bubbled up inside you. With a shaky breath your words just flew out. "Mother! I will not be marrying max or any man for the matter. Mother I'm gay. And yes I know what you'll say. I know I'm a disappointment. I know I'm not the perfect princess you wanted me to be. But this is who I am. And I won't change to make you happy. If you can't love me for me then just leave. I have an amazing relationship and I'm so happy at Nevermore. I finally have a home where I belong. So please either be quiet on the situation or leave."

The loud crack of flesh meeting flesh rang through the quad. Tears immediately sprang in your eyes as your hand came to cradle the now red cheek. The smack had most definitely got the attention of those around you and you could feel the embarrassment rising. You're eyes sought out those beautiful blue eyes the ones that were those of your lovers.

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner. Such a fucking disgrace. We are leaving! Don't come back till your normal" and with that your mother turned on her heal leaving with your father not even bothering to spare you a glance as he followed. Not being able to take the looks of pity you quickly darted away from the quad and to your dorm that you shared with your girlfriend. Tears were flowing freely as you found your self crashing onto Larissa's bed nose nuzzled into her pillow allowing the scent to surround you. Her pillow would be soaked but you didn't care you just needed her. It was a secret that only you knew but Larissa loved to wear comfortable clothes in the safety of your dorm so you reached for the hoodie that she would wear to bed every night and brought it to your chest.

How could your parents say those things? They were meant to love you? Why didn't they love you? Why aren't you enough? God why can't you just be you? She hit you. The shock of that had finally wore off but the embarrassment remained. Using your girlfriends scent you attempted to ground yourself. They were gone. You were safe. Here in your room on your girlfriends bed no one would hurt you. You'd be okay. Eyelashes fluttering shut as your body finally gave into the exhaustion your emotions had caused.

Feather light fingers danced up and down your spine rousing you from your sleep. Absentmindedly nuzzling into what you assumed was Larissa'a pillow you murmured quietly adjusting to the world of the living.

"Hi my darling girl. You're okay. Im here and I won't leave you y/n. I'm sorry baby I know today has been hard but we can stay here like this for as long as you need to okay? I - I love you y/n" she whispered into your hair. Hands instantly tightening around you when she felt the sobs wrecking through your body. All she could do was hold you. Nothing would take away the pain of what you had experienced today. But she'd be damned if she didn't try.

"Baby? Look at me?" The blonde gently moved you so you could see her, "I'm so proud to call your my girlfriend and I hope you know that you're absolutely perfect sweetheart. Never change. You'll always be my y/n."

Starring into the eyes you knew you could just get lost in and be content you assessed her expressions and you knew she meant every word. You'd be okay with her.

"I love you Rissa" was all you managed to mumble out.

"Oh my baby I love you too now let's enjoy our cuddle mhm?" Upon hearing that you nuzzled more into her neck. Yes everything would be okay as long as you had your Rissa.

Word count ~ 1110

*A/n | not my best one shot but we love comforting Larissa. See you next time"

#fanfic #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #larissa x you #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader

[5-ace-28]

One thing I don't think any of my friends will ever understand is how much Alice Oseman and her books mean to me. I remember first trying to come to terms with my sexuality. It was scary. It felt like jumping into a whole new world that I didn't know anything about. But after reading Loveless I found hope. Yes, it was a sad book and I cried, but it was hopeful. It showed me that there was hope for someone like me to have friends that prioritize me and not their romantic partners. It gave me hope that one day I would find my community and I would find belonging.

I just finished reading Radio Silence. The characters talk about gender, specifically being agender. They say that anything can be androgynous, even skirts and beards. Anything can be agender, including femininity and masculinity.

Just seeing my gender - or lack thereof - being talked about so openly and positively almost made me cry. I never have heard anyone mention anything about agender, and to see it in a book that I love felt so amazing.

Alice Oseman has genuinely changed my life. She has made me feel more hopeful of my future, helped me come to terms with my sexuality, and even introduced me to the idea of being aromantic. She has given me the representation that I wish I could have seen in mainstream media when I was younger, and I am endlessly grateful.

I don't think that sense of belonging and community is something my friends would ever be able to understand. They fit in everywhere - I have to look for a place to belong. And I'm so happy I finally found that place.

#loveless #radio silence #aromantic asexual #asexual #aromantic #alice oseman #i belong here #2slgbtqia+

[pixelatedraindrops]

Happy New Year Everyone💜

(Rambling below)

Tbh: This year has been one word for me. Awful. Too much happened and I’d rather not talk too much about it... x-x

My first half of the year was just dreadful. But the second half of it (around July/August) was a lot better. And I have RainCode to thank for that. After losing a close friend, I was in a pretty depressive funk for quite some time. And what I usually do in these times is escape into my current passions and interests and go wild on it.

And boy did I ever. I had just finished RainCode and was officially obsessed. And I wanted to contribute to it. So at first I made some sprite edits, and a Pokémon crossover. Then as I do for every fandom I have a fixation on, I decided to write my very first sickfic of it. And it received so well that felt a bit more secure in indulging in my hidden guilty pleasure some more.

I made more sprite edits involving Yuma and the more I indulged the more obsessive I became. Soon I was making analysis' on his character and making all sorts of whump headcanons for him. Then I realized I became like most sick whump users on tumblr, and I finally had a fandom and whumpee I could call my own... and the feeling I felt was indescribable. I was so happy. Blissful. (Though it did kinda rot my brain from the inside out. But in a good way? If it makes you happy it's healthy....right? XD)

After some time I interacted a little bit with more of the RC community and honestly?? Its such a fresh new and fun community. And there's a lot more adults in it. My last fixation (demon slayer) had too many minors in it so I felt like I didn't belong or have any right to be in the community at all. But with this one?? I feel right at home. I eventually became known here for making sick related content of the series, even dubbing myself the CEO of a tag I made up myself. Whumpcode.

RainCode even inspired me to start drawing again. Something I sadly gave up on for years. And Its helped me find a style for myself and draw things that make me happy c: (aka sick/fever whump lol)

I found a few very nice people to talk to. (mostly because I'm shy and don't talk too much w others online) And I'm surprised my work even inspired some of the community to make some sick art/fics of their own for raincode. It made me feel such indescribable pride. In a sense I am like the other whump users on tumbr, but at the same time I'm not. (mainly because its not a kink to me) I'm more a member of the raincode community than the whump community. And I'm perfectly fine with that.

I first joined tumblr back in 2014 and after some time, took a 5 year hiatus from it. But upon coming back, I'm so happy to have finally found a fandom I truly feel like I'm a part of. And thank you to everyone that supports and enjoys my work. It makes me so happy that there are those that agree with me and don't see me as a freak despite my odd fixation. But focusing on this has made the second half of my year better. So much better...

So thank you, both RainCode and RainCode tumblr. For making me feel like a part of something. And for making my year end on a positive note c:

have a tiny yuma <3

(part of my big collab wip :3 Coming soon! )

#rain code #pixel txt. #hoping 2024 is better... #I hope you all have a great new years eve! <3 #and I hope I can interact w more of you next year! #if I’m still into raincode… xD #my fixations tend to last a while so I think it’ll be fine xD #as for this pic don’t be fooled #he’s gonna be really sick later... 😈

[gingery-juniper]

PERSONAL BLABBER TIME

-long personal ramble ahead-

I don't really post personal stuff here, but there's no other platform I feel safe sharing. I don't really share a lot personal stuff online anyway, but I'm really excited about this and I'm just dying to get it all out and share my excitement with someone.

Like

Orange-cat zoomies excited.

🐈[nyoom]🐈

I've been afraid to open up and unmask for so long, but this is the one place I feel like I can be open about who I am. I don't care if anyone actually reads it, I just want to vent it out.

I'm about to start taking T (testosterone)!!!

I am AFAB and non-binary, and now trans-masc.

I've always hated the body I was born with since I was a kid, but never quite knew why. I was raised in a very conservative Christian household that strongly condemned anything outside the "norm". I was raised to be a "good submissive wife"

That never sat right with me, even as a religiously brainwashed kid. And now I understand why. Not just the creepy religious aspect (that's a whole 'nother deal), but that I was never supposed to be a woman.

I knew something was different about me ever since middle school, but I didn't have the experience or exposure to know why I felt wrong in my own body. I was a tomboy I guess, but it was more than that. I my autistic ass always hyperfixated on male fictional characters. Everyone always assumed I had a crush on them, but no, I wanted to BE those male characters.

I spent so many years thinking maybe if I was more perfectly feminine I'd be happy, starving myself to be ~pretty~ and accepted by my family and peers. That didn't do shit and just made me deeply and harmfully depressed and more confused.

I spent so many years "believing" gender and sexuality was a strict "good vs evil" thing. Even daring! to think of deviating from being cis or hetero (those terms are evil and "woke" btw /s) was an abomination. Anyone at all queer (definitely used as a slur by them) was going straight to hell.

I feel sick knowing I used to believe that.

Well, I didn't really believe it. It didn't make sense to me, but I was conditioned to think that way (for fear of punishment) so I went along with it. But it didn't make sense and confused me when I started to meet and make LGBTQ friends in high school and at my first job. They were such amazing people. I couldn't figure out how they were possibly "evil".

I'm so angry it took so long for me to finally break out of that brainwashed mindset and start thinking clearly for myself.

10 years later, after a long time away from my parents/family, it's all making sense. The egg has cracked.

I've since found the LGBTQA+ community and have never felt more accepted and understood. This is where I have always belonged and I'm so grateful to have made it this far to realize that.

I was making formal plans to off myself a few years ago (many factors involved), but seeing some of the things people posted here made me realize that I'm not broken and not worthless and helped inspire me to live.

Over the last few years (and yeah honestly tumblr has been an incredible learning and supportive community resource) I have come such a long way in my personal journey. I am learning who I am now.

I had top surgery earlier this year and it's the best decision I've ever made. I've never been happier in my life.

Somehow my family hasn't noticed.

Now I'm going to start T.

My family won't take kindly to this change. They are very homophobic and especially transphobic. But I'm no longer interested in being palatable to keep them comfortable. I am going to be me whether they like it or not.

For the first time in my life, that I can say with confidence, I want to live.

I am asexual.

I am aromantic.

I am non-binary.

I am trans.

I am queer.

#personal #lgbtqia #lgbtqa #lgbtq community #asexual #aromantic #nonbinary #transgender #queer #queer community #hrt #ftm hrt

[middlechild404]

Coming home- Part 1

Summary: you come home after a work trip and see something you didn’t want to see

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I couldn't believe that I was finally home. It felt like a weight was lifted off of me as I got out of the Uber and made my way up the driveway. After many months of work for both of us and our non-cooperative work schedule, I finally managed to get some time off work so we could have some time for ourselves. Whenever I tell my friends about our hectic schedule, they are baffled at how we are still a healthy married couple. I always give them the same reason- love.

I wouldn't say that love was the only factor. Commitment played a significant role in our crazy lives. Most of the time, we were on different ends of the world as we were both peaking in our careers. It wasn't easy being married to a famous rapper, but I guess he feels the same way about me.

As a war correspondent who spends most of her time in third-world countries where phone service was a luxury, it sure didn't help our communication. Yet, I've never heard him complain about my work unless it was for safety reasons. Therefore, we have gone out of our way and kicked the time difference aside just to see each other's smiles on our exhausted bodies.

But as a married couple, we need time together. That's why I left Syria to surprise him. However, I'm sure he had already heard the engine when the Uber made its way into our driveway.

I couldn't help the smile that was plastered on my face as I fiddled with my keys to unlock the front door. To my surprise, the door was already unlocked. As I stepped into our house, I hadn't realized how much I missed the familiar scent of our home.

My voice echoed through the house as I called out his name “Jack”. To my dismay, there was no response. Yet, I heard a few muffled noises upstairs. I began to take cautious steps toward the stairs in case it was a burglar. As I tiptoed on our hardwood floors, I managed to stumble on something. Looking down I found a pair of Louboutin heels. A pair of Louboutin heels that didn't belong to me. A wave of anxiety engulfed me as my thoughts went to the worst place. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Those words kept repeating in my head as I made my way to the stairs.

As I took my 1st step I remembered when he took me on our first date at the studio as he serenaded me with a new song he had exclusively made for me. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 2nd step I remembered the first time he told me he loved me as we watched the sunset together on the roof of his house. Instead of watching the sunset, he kept his gaze on me with a smile, and not long after those words tumbled out of his mouth. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 3rd step I remembered the time he introduced me to his family. He told them loud and clear that he had found the one, making Maggie give me a big hug and welcome me to the family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 4th step I remembered the time when I had been so sick that I had canceled our date. He ended up showing up at my apartment at 8 pm with soup and ibuprofen. He stayed all night with me to monitor my fever and kept pestering me about drinking water. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 5th step I remembered how he would send me flowers to my apartment because I once mentioned that I preferred the fresh air of the country over the one in the city. To this, he was adamant about having flowers ready at my front door, just so I could get a waft of fresh air as I stepped out of my apartment. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 6th step I remembered the time we spoke about our dreams and how our future endeavors wouldn't mean anything if we didn't have each other. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 7th step I came in contact with the wedding photo that hung on the wall. Our smiles met my eyes. I tried to convince myself that we were happy. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 8th step I remembered how he proposed to me right before I had to leave for my first overseas job. He wanted to seize the moment in front of our friends and family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 9th step I remembered his birthday as we were all surrounded by our loved ones. We all cheerfully sang to him. At the end of our chanting, he didn't blow out his candle telling everyone that he had gotten everything he had ever wished for, as his eyes connected with mine and his grip tightened around my waist. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

As I took my 10th step I remembered our talk last month about having kids. He wanted us to expand our family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

I had finally reached the hallway upstairs but my feet came to a stop due to the dreadful feeling in my stomach. I forced myself to drag my feet toward the noise from down the hall. I was kind of relieved when I figured that the muffled sound came from the guest bedroom and not our room. My feet moved quicker now, yet I couldn't bring myself to open the door. I grabbed the handle and slowly turned it as I slightly pushed the door. My eyes connected with the bed. Then, the two people that were in the bed.

My breath hitched at the sight. The slight relief that I had gotten was now completely gone, replaced by an awful feeling. I quickly turned and made my way toward the stairs....

.....

I'm so excited to post my first fic!!! Hope you like it loviiieess❤️

Stay tuned for what's next. What do you think she saw in that bed?🫢

You'll find out in part 2!!

#jack harlow #reading #my writing #fanfic #jack harlow fic #fan fic reading

[hergan416]

Writer's wrap: 30

AO3 Writer's Wrap (still accepting)

This is honestly a great one for now because it's not even Christmas, I guarantee I'll write more before the year is out.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Honestly-- how much I wrote. And I mean this as more than just "oh I hit a surprising number of words" it's like... HOW I wrote so much.

I don't think I particularly grew as a writer this year. In previous years I have participated in challenges and honed my craft and really worked hard to make quality writing. Writing... kind of hurt like that. There was a lot of stress to it. I had been asked by friends or acquaintances on more than one occasion why I wrote as a hobby if it stressed me out so much.

And this year... well I won't say I never stressed myself out. The initial update schedule for Poison Paradise was insane. I don't know how I got inspiration to write a chapter a day for that many days. I am glad that scaled back a little.

But at the same time... even without looking, I guarantee you that I've surpassed 2020's word count while holding a full time job. And with hardly ever writing for an official challenge (Albert's birthday was my choice. There were a couple of very fun tumblr prompts & an angst week thing...but like. I have ALWAYS wanted to write hanahaki disease for someone & finally had a chance. And the Allou Trimester & Louiliam2023Winter at the end of the year here are extremely loose challenges with very few restrictions for pairings I would have written anyway.. and when the Louiliam fic ended up having a sherliam element & broke the rules I just.. didn't add it to the event and wrote what I wanted anyway).

Anyway, it was different from the way I treated challenges in previous years-- I wasn't stressed about it. I was having fun. Which is.. ultimately, what a hobby is supposed to be, right?

My word count has to be directly tied to the amazing, positive people I have met in the last 10 months -- who let me be my authentic self and still come back for more. I have never been more unhinged, written more dead dove, let loose like this. I've never been more freakish; and at the same time I have been gifted with the most incredible outpouring of kind words, comments, support, tumblr interactions, and readership. I cannot possibly thank this community enough for letting me thrive like this.

I feel free. I know what I want from writing and it's not perfection anymore. It is to float around on the internet and find my people, bouncing ideas around. It's like I've found my niche as a person.

And the hyperfixation might not always be yuumori. I just binged the rest of One Piece and caught back up and OH DO I HAVE IDEAS, and a friend is starting to drag me into Hetalia somehow, because "I would do good there" or something, although I'm not sure yet if I'll want to write for it. Wherever my interests go though, I feel like I can absolutely carry this energy with me into the future, even in different fandoms where it's harder to "make it." Because I have this sense of "self" and "belonging" and "worth" and "pride" that I had lost for a very long time.

Even if I write less in 2024, if I can keep this confidence moving forward, I will be happy.

#ask answered #thank you so much #(both marr for the ask and the fandom at large for just being who and what you are)

[everyneji]

How do you think the relationship between Neji and Hinayana should have developed? Unfortunately, Hyuga clan didn’t get much screen time in Part 2. I’m curious how they gradually got closer and care for each other. It’s a great loss this part was almost ignored in the manga. I think it’s very important to the character development of both Hinata and Neji. Happy to hear any headcanon!

Thank you so much for the ask, I really appreciate it! ♥ Sorry for the late reply, real life will do that, and sorry that this got, ah, long.

I'm torn on the subject because Kishimoto kept the focus on Naruto and Sasuke for good reason and there's only so much he could have fit in of other character's lives -- but at the same time if Hinata was going to end up so important and Neji our beloved martyr, it would have been nice to see them get more to do.

At least the anime's love of Hinata means we tend to get a lot more about their relationship, which is nice, even if I don't always agree with what they do. Boruto's time travel arc provided some interesting stuff:

Fascinating! They imagine that even in their recovering relationship, Neji is still acutely aware of his place in her life -- does he fear some kind of retribution for seeming too chummy with her, or does he fear that it will further drag down her reputation in the clan? As he goes on to explain to Boruto: NEJI: I belong to the branch family, so she is like my lord. BORUTO: But she calls you big brother. NEJI: We were raised together as siblings. I've told her not to call me that ... but Lady Hinata does not listen.

Hinata is very polite. She uses honorifics for everyone, and it's not sarcastic -- unlike Neji, whose use of '-sama' is contrasted with his lack of polite speech for her. Superficially, Hinata is being polite yet familiar, while Neji is rude and uses the honorific out of obligation. Yet I think Neji is also trying to create distance between them which Hinata is trying to counter, so in a way Hinata is crossing a boundary. Which is interesting! For a terminally anxious girl, Hinata can be surprisingly bold about taking the first step: she approaches Naruto in the chūnin exams, she jumps in front of Pain and confesses her love, and it seems with Neji, she even tried to keep reaching out to him despite his cruelty.

Hinata seems lonely in a familial sense. She's been virtually disowned, Hanabi is (in the anime very explicitly) her rival, her mother doesn't seem to be around ... I imagine she spends a lot of time trying to make connections, and Neji is an immediate family member who happens to be her peer, so naturally she seeks a relationship with him, especially because they had a good start. When you think about how simple and sweet their relationship when they first met was, it's very sad to think it was torn from them -- they were both left lonelier for the loss of it.

There's an added layer where you can also read some guilt or even pity in Hinata's response to him -- how much she knew about the Hyūga Affair is ambiguous, but she is aware of Neji's suffering in the clan because of his subordinate position.

Interestingly, she prefaces this with "I can see it now ... that even more than me ..." which also suggests to me that Hinata was very wrapped up in her own problems and Neji has probably settled for a few jabs and walking off in the past so she hasn't been exposed to the depths of his feeling. I've said it before, but I think they were basically strangers at this point in time.

Once those lines of communication were finally opened, they probably found the things they have in common, and went forward from there. A sense of solidarity would be core to their relationship, and of course we're told that their mutual acknowledgement of each other basically fixed the clan. Which is a powerful thing! They've both been hurt and effectively pit against each other, and only by healing that relationship and themselves can they heal their clan.

Now, when it comes to Neji's side of things, his feelings are a lot more complicated! Undoubtedly there's an extreme level of resentment when we first see them together -- the "I hate seeing you happy" kind -- but at the same time, his backhanded compliments are only insults in the cynical ninja world.

It's condescending and disrespectful, but he doesn't see Hinata as a bad person, just a useless one. If anything, you get the sense that Neji would like these traits in a person -- even admire them -- if he hadn't been left so jaded. We can see this from how much Neji liked Hinata when they first met, and it speaks to his own natural sweetness and light that all his trauma tried to steal from him. Which is certainly a theme of Naruto, of course, but it never stops making me sad.

In the most perfect of happy AUs Neji probably just ends up a more outgoing (if still refined) version of Hinata lmao. They really are meant to be two sides of the same coin.

When their relationship goes forward from this, the anime shows Neji training Hinata, and it's not hard to draw that conclusion from Neji and Hinata's ease fighting next to each other in the war. I think once Neji acknowledged Naruto's determination he also acknowledged hers, and can see him trying to give her the skills to match her willpower. I like to think he played a part in her growing confidence by showing faith in her abilities. I also think he probably practised being gentle with her. He hadn't let himself be that in a long time.

My main sticking point with the anime and a lot of fandom interpretation is this idea that Neji defaulted back to this 'Must protect Hinata-sama!' overprotective big brother mode (which I think is a disservice to him) or that they became besties. They're both gainfully employed child soldiers so they're plenty busy, Neji outranked her professionally while she continued to outrank him socially, they have other friends, and so forth. I'm sure they were amicable -- and fairly close -- but their lives had diverged a lot by the point that they reconciled.

Maybe with more time, and peace changing the dynamic of the world, and their clan (presumably) changing (officially) also, they would have gotten very close, but as it was, well ...

Ultimately, for me, I find their relationship rather sad, as it will always be coloured by Neji's sacrifice. While I think it had more to do with Naruto than Hinata, she was still a factor, and so you can't escape the implication that Neji did what he was 'meant to.' It sets the tone for their whole relationship. Like, he will always be marked. He is marked until he dies. It's why it doesn't matter if Neji ever actually experienced the seal first hand: the fact that it exists is a perpetual boot to his neck, and is a violence unto itself. Did Hinata know how to activate the seal? Can Neji ever forget their power imbalance? Am I supposed to believe that on that battlefield, it never once crossed Neji's mind that he may be called on to protect her with his life?

The idea of someone feeling -- grateful, complacent, loving -- toward someone who owns them, owns their life, is hard to swallow. It will downright choke you once you remember that his life is ultimately forfeit to her. Like, I love Hinata. I don't think she's a bad person, or that she'd ever abuse the power she has over Neji. I genuinely love their relationship ... but they're meant to parallel their fathers, and when Hizashi comes back, he hits with us a classic:

Hizashi chose to die with love in his heart, and he comes back like 'Oh boy check out this cosmic punishment for forgetting my place.' So, uh, yeah, when Neji pulls the exact same thing about 6 hours later, don't we naturally parallel them and assume that even telling yourself you're doing something out of love doesn't change your crushing sense of servitude? Or, as I once wrote into a fic:

“That’s not freedom, Neji. That’s -- putting pillows in your cage.”

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I really, really wish that Hinata had not been in the line of fire. She and Naruto could have just as easily bonded over Neji's rapidly cooling corpse without her having been in danger. All it does is reinforce the hierarchy between them, which in turn can make it hard to see Neji being nice to her.

If I remove myself from the meta narrative, however, I will say that relationships are complex, even along hierarchical lines, and while Neji doesn't owe Hinata anything, I wouldn't want him to continue burning with resentment. You don't have to be complacent, but perpetual anger is exhausting. Thus, it's good they managed to repair their relationship, and find a little bit of the children they used to be together again.

TL;DR;JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION THAT WAS POSED: I think that a sense of solidarity and commonality, and training, brought them closer together over the years. I believe they are, at their cores, very similar people so they got along well, even if they weren't the very best of friends due to circumstance.

TL;DR;THE WHOLE ESSAY: I love them both and believe they loved each other, but if I think too hard about the meta narrative I want to chew my own leg off like it's stuck in a bear trap ... but don't get me wrong, I love how inherently complicated and deep their relationship is because of it. There's a lot to work with there!

#not everyneji #ask #naruto meta #neji hyuga #hinata hyuga #luckyllamagothjudge #.the 1 person who didn't know boruto did a time travel arc: 🤯 #.i actually really enjoy the boruto anime lol #.anyone else get emo when they imagine neji mentoring kawaki #.poor little branded boys of the world

[powerbottomblake]

I'm thinking about writing a time travel fic for avatrice where post s2/hypothetical s3 holy war ava goes thru the arc and somehow wakes up the moment she was resurrected by the halo in season 1 episode 1. i just wonder if you had any opinions on how ava would act in that scenario? does she immediately go towards the OCS fighting in the chapel? does she run off again and try to do things on her own? im actually not sure bc this au is mostly compelled by the mental image of ava justifying all of her future influencing decisions to everyone by just saying 'god told me' bc its pretty hard to argue with a girl who a) died and came back via divine relic b) seems to just Know things and c) is startlingly competent, considering the decade of medical abuse. just thought i'd ask, bc post s2 finale im actually not sure what ava would do if she could start it all over again

ok buddy first of all can I just say how absolutely HILARIOUS it is to me that Ava would go full joan of arc on the ocs and be like I can hear...I can hear the sound of a flip flop ass bitch -points to Vincent-

hmmm ok but more seriously this is SUCH a premise. I think you need to weigh in two factors:

the knowledge ava has accumulated in the past two seasons

how her priorities have shifted between s1e1 and the s2 finale

Basically the ava that wakes up miraculously on day 1 of her second life is the ava that literally sacrificed herself for her family (the OCS) and specifically for beatrice. this is also an ava who KNOWS there are no bones to be found in the tomb, knows adriel is evil, knows vincent is a traitor, and yes she wants to live but she has found community and belonging with the OCS AND the love of her life in beatrice.

so her priority will shift to:

making sure adriel never gets out

exposing vincent

spending as much time as she possibly can with beatrice

For me, that means she'll have to win the ocs' trust and find a way to expose Vincent. you'll have to rework the events around that. also her interactions with bea are going to be monumentally impacted bc. so many scenes might never happen (for ex: she probably won't take the bait and won't be pushed by superion till she cracks) but that also means ava is going to be much more proactive on that front bc she knows!! she knows what they have in them to become to each other!!

like the s1 conflict of what does ava really want disappears bc by the s2 finale ava knows what she wants and that's a happy life with beatrice in world where the threat of adriel has disappeared! a world where she's the last warrior nun and the cycle is ended! so ava will do EVERYTHING to ensure that. but yeah this ava will have to plan accordingly to try and fit with the ocs and work to expose Vincent's bullshit. the one thing i'm sure she'll do is NOT run. anything else is for you to tweak according to this.

#hope I answered the question #this is a bonkers premise with a whole lot of Plot for you to establish #btw if you do end up writing it do be sure to share with the class!!