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aphroditelovesu · 4 months

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Can you write a poly Yandere Percy x reader x Yandere Annabeth, thanks!

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I made one of these, but it was based on the Reader being the daughter of Aphrodite, this time it's more general. Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 🧡💙

❝tw: possessive and obsessive behavior, polyamorous relationships, unhealthy relationships, mention of death and murder.

❝🦉pairing: yandere!percy jackson x gn!reader x yandere!annabeth chase.

You had recently arrived at Camp Half-Blood. You had gone a little later than the other campers but you didn't mind. You were quickly claimed by your divine parent, moved into your Cabin, and continued to live normally at the camp. Training, learning and training.

That is until you caught the attention of Percy and Annabeth. You already knew them, heard about them but never actually talked to them. Not because you didn't want to, but because you lacked the opportunity. Again, you were more concerned with gaining glory and living your life as a demigod. Too focused on yourself to notice the couple's attention on you.

They had seen you and were interested. Percy was the one who approached first, always hospitable and kind, answering any questions you might have about the camp or training. So welcoming, he assured you that everyone would be kind to you and treat you well. True to his word, you were well received.

Annabeth watched from a distance, always hidden by her cap. She was more discreet than her boyfriend, kindly offering advice you might need, like how to handle something or even help with studying. She is more than happy to teach you everything she can.

It didn't take long for them to become obsessed with you. At first, they were worried that it might affect their relationship, but that was quickly ruled out. Percy and Annabeth knew that you wouldn't be a hindrance but rather an addition.

They spent so much time by your side that you couldn't help but fall in love with them both. It wasn't what you intended, nor what you thought you would believe when you came to Camp Half-Blood, but you can't help it. They were so kind to you and protective. You were in love.

Annabeth was the one who noticed your feelings first. Always very perceptive, she didn't take long to notice. The way you seemed to be shy around them, how you blushed slightly when one of them complimented you. Really, you were adorable.

Percy only found out after Annabeth told him and he was ecstatic. They both were. You could become theirs. So, that's how they confessed to you. During one of the full moons of the camp, you were called by them to the clearing and there, where only the three of you were the witnesses, they confessed what they felt. That they were in love, that they loved you and wanted you. You, of course as passionate as they were, accepted.

The relationship worked, despite your reservations. You never thought you would be part of a throuple, but you couldn't deny that you were loving it. Percy and Annabeth were so perfect for you, so warm and passionate that you melted with every touch. You were so in love that you didn't notice the signs of their obsession.

Annabeth is extremely possessive and controlling of you. She's always warning you to stay away from the other campers and just stay with her and Percy. She hated when someone approached you and when they did, she threatened them and if the threat didn't work then Percy would deal with it.

She hates it when people touch what belongs to her and you were hers. Annabeth won't let anyone take you away from her. She is a proud daughter of Athena, there is no way in hell she would accept losing.

Percy was always very overprotective of you and Annabeth, but especially of you. Because you were new at the camp, it was his duty to protect you from all dangers. He hates it when you go on quests, as he can be dangerous and will beg to accompany you. He's quite clingy too and is almost always clinging to you.

He's more than willing to deal with the other campers for you. Be it accidents like knocking someone over with a wave to even accompanying them on quests and "accidentally letting a monster kill them." He's not against threats either.

Percy and Annabeth adore you immensely, they love spoiling and taking care of you. Annabeth loves it when you lay on her lap and listen to her read a book to you and Percy loves playing in the water with you.

Both are ruthless when you are in danger. They will kill, maim and disembowel anyone, anything that dares to lay a finger on you. It's moments like these that make them question whether you should be there. It doesn't matter if you are a child of Ares, for example, this is not your fight.

They divide you and there is no jealousy between them, considering how much they trust each other. But they enjoy having their one-on-one time with you as well as together. It helps to strengthen the bond with you. They love you so much, there is nothing they wouldn't do for you.

You were too involved in the relationship, in the manipulation, to notice the signs of what was happening around you. The deaths, the disappearances... They all seemed unimportant when you were with them. You belonged to them and they will never let you go.

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eimids · 6 months

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I can cheer you up

Katie McCabe x reader

Reader doesn't get invited when all her friends are going out and she's sad about it. Katie wants to cheer her up.

Warnings: smut, squirting

"Come here" Katie said to me. She noticed I was little down since I wasn't invited to hang out with my friends who I usually hang out with. It's always been like this. My friends hang out and 'accidentally' they always forget to invite me with them. Right now they are at a bar together but I was never invited. It hurts to know I'm just a second option.

I walked to my bed where Katie was laying with her arms open. I practically fell to her arms.

"What's wrong Baby?" Katie asked. I buried my head to her neck and didn't answer. Life is hard. I don't have many actual friends. I have a big friend group but they don't actually care about me. After college we have drifted apart. They talk shit about me behind my back and they don't really accept me being bi. I have made a lot new friends through Katie but it's not the same

Luckily Katie's presence makes me feel so much better. She takes care of me. She listens to me and actually cares about what I say and think.

I feel Katie's fingers making lazy patterns on my back as she holds me tight. She then moves her hand to my hair and massage's slowly my head. Then she finally rolls to her side so she is looking at me.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" She asks again.

"Ugh. I hate my friends. Once again they didn't invite me with them. Now I get to see all what they're doing through Snapchat." I said half annoyed half sad.

"Y/n why are you even friends with them. They are toxic and you should just drop them. You deserve so much better. Baby you deserve the fucking world. You are the most caring, honest, sweetest and loving girl I know and that's why I love you. You need to know your worth and not let others treat you this way. I don't wanna see you like this Sweet" Katie said. Every word she said was said with honesty.

'God I love this girl'

"Thank you Macca. You always make me feel better. And I love you so much" I said and put my head on her chest so I could listen her heart beat.

"l think there is a way to make you feel even better" She said in a different tone. More flirty. I knew where she was going because her hand was wondering towards my pants.

"Oh is there? What is it?" I asked in the same tone and smirked.

"Maybe I'll show you if you are up for it?" Katie said asking for consent.

"Mhmm. Show me" I moaned when Katie sucked my neck slightly.

She covered my neck in kisses and little red marks that wouldn't stay for long. Then she rolled over so she was on top of me and she started to take my shirt off. She started leaving sloppy kisses to my chest. She then took my bra off and tossed it to somewhere in my room.

"God you are beautiful" She said and it made my heart rate speed. Every time she complimented me it game me butterflies.

"I wanna see you Katie" I said and started to take her shirt off. Her boobs are so fucking perfect.

"S...Shit" I whined when she started to suck my nipple slightly. She twirled her tongue around the bud.

After focusing on my boobs for a while she continued kissing me down my stomach. Her hands on my sides. She looked at me asking for consent to take my pants off. She would never do anything I'm not comfortable with. I nodded and she slid my pants and underwear off.

She was wearing only loose shorts so when she put her face down and ass up I got a perfect view off her ass. She started teasingly sucking and kissing my thighs. She did it for a while until I couldn't stand the throbbing between my legs.

"Please Katie. Please I need more" I pleaded. I needed to feel her lips on my clit.

"Anything for you Sweet" She said and started flicking her tongue on my clit. Bringing me immediate pleasure.

"Yes...Katie, Fuck" I moaned at her actions.

She uses her mouth so sensually. It quite literally could take you to heaven. How she flicks and swirls her tongue around my clit makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Keep going Katie"

And she did. So sensually lapping my juices and circling my clit with her tongue. It brought tears to my eyes, I was feeling pure extasy.

l was already close. She sucked slightly my clit and then let it go with a pop. Instead she ran her tongue through my folds and trusted it inside me. I moaned in pleasure.

"Do you know how pretty you look. I'm actually kinda glad that your friends didn't invite you because now I get to do this to you" She said and suddenly stuck two of her fingers inside me. She started also sucking my clit again.

I threw my head back in pleasure and moaned loudly. Really hoping our neighbors won't complain. My walls clenched around her fingers and she knew that i was close. But suddenly she stopped her actions.

'What the hell'

"Before you complain about anything, you wanted to feel better, right?" Katie asked. I was really confused but nodded.

"Well after some edging your orgasm will feel even better. I promise" She said and kissed me passionately.

'Fuck she knows what she's doing'

She licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to her. Our tongues explored each others mouths. Suddenly I felt fingers at my clit again. I moaned in Katie's mouth.

She used her palm to stimulate my clit as she trusted three fingers inside me. I kept moaning to her mouth.

"Oh god...Katie please. I'm close" I said quickly between kisses.

She pulled away from my mouth and I was about to whine but then she sucked my clit. Her fingers where going an insane pace. I was on the edge of falling apart.

"God I won't be able to look this room the same. I'll be only thinking how sweet you taste and how pretty you look when I eat you out like this. And I definitely won't forget the sound that will leave your mouth in couple seconds" Katie said and then went back to assaulting my clit.

"Come for me baby. Fall apart. But don't be quiet, I wanna hear everything. I wanna hear how good I make you feel" Katie said and curled her fingers to my sweet spot.

And I came. Hard.

My legs shook around Katie's head as my mouth let animalistic sounds. I screamed Katie's name and my breathing was so rapid that my body probably thought that I was having a panic attack.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I yelled as I felt another wave of pleasure going through me. I felt liquid coming out of me. Katie was still thrusting her fingers in and out of me. The pleasure was something I have never felt before.

"Fuck Katie... More" I said. I surprised even myself for wanting more. My body was shaking from my last orgasm. Or orgasms. I'm pretty sure I came twice.

"Are you sure?" Katie asked and furrowed her eyebrows.

"YES" I yelled already coming. Katie didn't even have to do anything. She just guided me through my third orgasm of the night.

"Good baby, just like that"

After a while she slipped her fingers out of me and cleaned them with her mouth.

"Fuck baby. That was hot" Katie said as gave a kiss to my clit.

My breathing was now under control and I tried to roll me and Katie around but she stopped me.

"No sweet. This was about you. I wanted to make you feel better" Katie said and kissed me softly. I was actually thankful because I didn't know if I had any energy to do anything.

"Thank you Katie" I said sleepily.

"Of course. But now the important question. Are you feeling any better?" She asked and chuckled. She was now laying next to me.

"Definitely" I said and curled against her body.

my blog was due for some Katie smut

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estrellami-1 · 9 months

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

Nancy gets back with Jonathan not too long after. He barges in and makes a beeline straight for Steve. “You know where Will is?”

Steve nods. “There’s a lot to explain.”

“Then you’d better start soon.”

Robin, his savior, steps in. “C’mon, Jonny-boy, let’s go for a walk.” She leads him outside, and Steve can hear her start. “What do you know about time travel?”

He smiles and looks around. He can hear Eddie upstairs, practicing the song. The boys are occupied with planning, Nancy’s looking over Mike’s shoulder, and El’s watching him with big brown eyes. He focuses on her and lets his smile grow. “Wanna help me make dinner?”

Her eyes widen a little, but she nods. “What are we making?”

“Probably sandwiches,” he shrugs. “I’m not sure what else I have. Can you find the bread in the pantry? And there’s butter knives in that drawer over there, we’ll need two.” He winks. “One for you, and one for me.”

She does so, and he pulls out the condiments and lunch meats, as well as the jelly. “And the peanut butter, if you can find it,” he calls from where his head’s stuck in the fridge. He looks around for anything else he might need and grabs the pickles before closing the door.

“Y’know the best part about making dinner?” He asks her, impish grin growing on his face. She hums inquisitively. “We get to make ours first and eat while we make the rest.”

She giggles and accepts the high five he holds out.

They get to work assembling sandwiches. She pauses, mayonnaise slathered halfway onto a piece of bread. “Steve?” He hums. “I’m scared.”

He sighs and puts down his knife. “I am too, El. Terrified, if you can believe it. But I have faith in us. I know we can do it.” He wipes his hands off and rounds the counter, taking her hands in his. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met in my life. Even stronger than Vecna. And this time he won’t know we’re coming. We’ll have the element of surprise on our side, and we will defeat him. We’ll find Will and Barb, and after this we’ll never have to worry about it again.” He strokes a hand over her head and sighs. “There’s something else, too. I know where Papa is.”

She pulls back, eyes wide, posture stiff. “Whoa, hey, it’s okay,” he soothes. “I’m not going to take you back there. Ever. Okay?”

She nods hesitantly, but allows him to pull her closer again. “I was going to ask if you want us to take care of him,” he murmurs. “Lock him inside and set the building on fire, or something.”

She shakes her head. “He loves me!”

“Oh, El,” Steve whispers. “I thought the same thing of my parents for a long time. No matter how mad they got, how much they yelled, how much they hurt me… they said it, so it must be true, right? They must love me. I must be the problem.” He shakes his head. “That’s not love. You fear him, El, and for good reason. He made you into what you are, but you never asked for this, and it’s okay to be angry about it.” She looks up at him with wide eyes, and he sighs. “I’ll give you some time to think about it,” he murmurs. “If the answer is still no, that’s okay. But if you change your mind, that’s okay, too.”

She nods, steps out of the hug. He lets her go, feeling like he’s almost knocked a vase off a table. His heart’s still thumping oddly, eyes wide, scared to make the wrong move.

But then she looks up at him and offers him a small smile. “Thank you,” she says. “I know the way you treat me is different from how Papa treats me. I do not know yet if they are simply different forms of love or if you are right. I think you are, but…”

“You need to see for yourself,” Steve nods. Moves the metaphorical vase back from the edge of the table. “Let me know if there’s any way I can help prove it.”

“I will,” she says, and picks up her butter knife again, spreading mustard onto a piece of bread. He goes back to his side and smiles at her.

“Steve?” She asks after a second. “When my hair grows back. What does it look like?”

He thinks for a second. “It’s fluffy,” he says. “Very soft and light. Like cotton candy.” He puts his head to one side. “Floofy,” he decides, and grins.

She giggles. “Like you!”

He opens his mouth to tell her no, she’s wrong, except… he can’t. “Yours is even more beautiful,” he tells her. “And kids in school nicknamed me ‘the Hair’. That’s how famous this was.” He tilts his head her direction, and a lock of hair falls in his face. He splutters and shakes his head, grinning when she laughs again.

“I am very glad you came back, Steve,” she says suddenly, seriously, a little at odds with the smile still quirking her lips up.

His heart breaks and mends all in the same second. It feels like absolution. “Me too,” he says, and means it.

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eufezco · 2 years

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YOU'RE TOO DRUNK FOR THIS – S. H. x FEM!READER

IN WHICH you're too drunk to have that conversation.

This was your first Halloween party.

Every October 31 you'd go out with Jonathan to take care of the kids while they trick-or-treated. It was fun, but you couldn't deny you wished you were in one of those big parties with loud music, people dancing and wearing the coolest costumes, and liters of alcohol. No one ever invited you to one of those, no one except Steve. You started hanging out with him last year when you were paired up for a group project together. You wouldn't tell him that this was your first Halloween party but he perfectly knew you've never been to a party before. People in those places were nothing like you and even though his friends didn't like you at all, it's been so long since the last time he cared about what his friends had to say and Steve wanted you to be there. Plus, he wouldn't have gone to the party either if you hadn't accepted his invitation.

Steve drove to your house and introduced himself to your parents, reassuring them that you'd be okay. After what happened to Barb they've been pretty paranoid and you going out with someone new creeped them out. Then, he drove to the party making fun of the look your parents gave the two of you before leaving and you couldn't be more embarrassed. You stood outside the house, colorful lights coming out of the windows and the music rumbling down the street. "You've never seen a house before?" You rolled your eyes and hit him with your elbow. The house was crowded, but no one paid attention to you, just Steve, and that made you feel more comfortable. Everyone was minding their own business; dancing, drinking, trying to hold a conversation over the music, there were even a few making out. Steve guided you to the kitchen where the music wasn't too loud. "Steve!" You heard a girl calling the boy. Steve said hi back to Carol and after her, Tommy appeared. You tried to hide behind him, but the disgusted faces of his friends made their way to you.

"Seriously, Steve? Her? Come one, man."

"Shut up, Tommy."

They didn't like you, and that was okay because you didn't like them either. "Okay, y/n, what do you want to drink? We've got beer, rum, vodka, punch..." He served himself a cup of beer and waited for your answer. "Well, I've never- I've never tried any of these." You laughed nervously and Steve raised his eyebrows. "Try my beer." He handed you his cup, you took it between your fingers and you let the liquid go through your lips. "Ew." You mumbled wrinkling your nose, Steve laughed at how cute you looked. "No beer for you since you've got no taste." He took a cup for you and decided to pour you punch. "I think you might like this one." And so you did, it tasted like cherry, and at one point of the night, you lost count of how many cups of punch you drank. After you two got your drinks, Steve grabbed your hand and walked you to the living room where the people were dancing.

He didn't let go of your hand, still holding it while dancing, spinning you around now and then and making you giggle.

You followed Carol to the kitchen where the table was full of alcohol bottles. "Hey! No, no, no. She's had enough." Steve tried to take your cup off Carol's hands as she was about to handed it to you after refilling it with punch. "Carol come on. It's her first time drinking, she's had enough." The girl rolled her eyes and let go of the cup all of a sudden, Steve spilling all the punch on your dress. "Shit y/n, I'm sorry." You shook your head. "It's okay. I'll- I'm going to the bathroom." Steve followed you and closed the door of the bathroom behind him. You tried to clean the red stain on your dress using a towel and water. "I'm sorry y/n. That's not coming off."

"It's coming." Steve shook his head. "Look, take my jacket and let me drive you home, okay?" His voice was so soft and his deep brown eyes looked for yours as your eyes were focused on cleaning your dress. Steve's hand landed on top of yours making you stop. You gave up and suddenly started crying. "I'm truly sorry y/n. You can have my jacket and I'm gonna drive you home and everything's gonna be okay. You can even keep my jacket forever if you like it." Steve took it off immediately and he placed it over your shoulders, the smell of his cologne and the warmth of it making you cry even harder. Steve felt so bad for ruining your dress and making you cry because you seemed to be enjoying the party so much. And you looked so pretty with your dress, he felt so bad.

"I don't care about the stoop- the stupid dress." You babbled. You just needed to let it all out. "I just- I like you so much, Steve. And you're my friend and I've never felt this way before and I don't know what to do because I don't wanna lose you." If you weren't drunk you'd never have said such a thing and even now you felt the embarrassment hit you like a truck. Your cute doe and red eyes contemplating him. Steve placed his hands on your cheeks and connected his lips to yours. A cute little peck that didn't last long but it was enough to have you asking yourself if that really happened or if you were too drunk. Now you were the one that kissed him, you just needed to be sure that that happened, that he kissed you, that Steve Harrington kissed you. His back was against the bathroom door, his big hands never leaving the soft touch on your cheeks as he kissed you back. Steve has kissed a lot of people. Was he proud? No, not exactly because in the long run, they'd be creating fake scenarios with him. He wasn't proud either because at some point he lost the feeling of excitement before kissing someone. But now, being in that small bathroom with you, he almost got scared when he felt the tickling sensation in the lower part of his stomach and he thought about how much he has missed that feeling. "Mmm, y/n-" He said against your lips. "Y/n, I-" He called your name again and squeezed your cheeks making you stop kissing him. He giggled as your cheeks grew hot under his touch.

"I like you too, but you're too drunk for this." Your eyes went wide. You were drunk but you were still able to understand what those four words meant. You didn't know what to say next since the only person that has ever reciprocated your feelings was Jonathan when you both were 7. "What does- What do you mean with 'I like you too'?" You licked your lips tasting the beer from Steve's, it tasted better now since you got it from his lips. And Steve could feel the punch taking over the taste of beer in his mouth. "What do you think I mean?" You thought about it, biting your lower lip as you looked for an answer. "We're not having this conversation now anyways." Steve said interrupting your thoughts and you internally thanked him because you didn't know how to reply to his question. The truth was that he wasn't looking for a specific answer, he knew exactly what he meant, he just wanted to tease your drunk self. "I'm taking you home, let's go." Steve smiled at you and threw his arm over your shoulders, opening the door of the bathroom and getting you both out of your first party ever.

"We're talking about this tomorrow, Steve." You babbled.

"Of course we are."

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twitteringthings · 1 month

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Fresh Thoughts Chapter 57

After reading spoilers on twitter (no spoilers here though^^)

The way Yoneda uses bl stereotypes as a tool while also rejecting some aspects of the genre is so interesting to read. In most bl I've read, sex is seen as the epitome of love - the culmination of two characters' pining and is seen as the end goal that suddenly fixes everything. The dick and brain are one and suddenly everything magically makes sense. But in Saezuru, Yoneda uses sex to unravel the characters while twisting them up even more-so. I believe that sex has never been and will never be the answer for Doumeki or Yashiro, and I think that is what she’s getting at. That is the point of all these sexual encounters that yield no real progress. You need more than three words and some head, ding dongs!

Doumeki thinks that all he has to do is give Yashiro passionate and gentle sex to make him realize that he loves him and imo he has it all wrong. It’s almost like Doumeki doesn’t truly hear Yashiro when he speaks. There's a pause and then a kiss or a continuing of sex as we've seen. I really wish he would’ve probed even further with the questioning instead of giving into desire and kissing Y. To me, it looked like Y was ready to talk more or hear what Doumeki had to say in response to his ‘confession.’

I don’t think D realizes that this is about Y and his view of himself. It doesn’t matter if Doumeki treats him kindly and calls him beautiful. Every person in Yashiro’s life has had an agenda against him or a plan to use him for something (nana excluded). There are always, always strings attached and his heart cannot accept anyone having no intention at all, except to love him purely. I do think D is on the right track though, making Yashiro chase him in a way. Not giving anything away as to make Y either trust his intentions or distrust him, Y needs to choose for himself.

It’s so interesting how the relationship between the two of them is outwardly focused on the physical aspect (which is definitely important), but the story is about the hearts of men. Twisted and broken men. Men with baggage and secrets and deep wounds. Men who seem to be the upmost composed but in reality, the soft touch of a feather can send their entire fortress crashing down. That's what we have here.

Yashiro’s coping mechanism protects him but is also the cause of his continuous pain. Saezuru is about choosing the right pain, the pain that will numb you and have you walk through life as a ghost, or the excruciating discomfort in accepting a foreign act of kindness that you know will save you. And for Yashiro, being saved means there was something wrong done to him in the first place - which I don't think he completely realizes yet. This would mean everything he ever told himself was a lie, and that he deserved none of the cruelty. The truth that would destroy him the most if he truly chose and accepted kindness, is that he is a good person and that he deserves to love himself and to be loved. With Doumeki, this has always been Yashiro’s battle.

Vile actions accompanied by cursed words are what has held Y back all his life from the moment he was raped by his stepfather and throughout the continued abuse, even up to the most recent events post-timeskip. And I think the exact opposite is needed from both sides to finally free both of them from their mental prisons. They just need to hold out and to talk to each other for more than five minutes. I hope they'll get there soon.

Lastly, I'm sure it wasn't her intention to make such an impactful story that subverts a genre and goes against the grain - in a wonderful way. I saw something another person posted that said this story and these characters are just a result of good storytelling and great care and I could not agree more.

I haven't posted anything of actual substance in a while (stupid work is stopping me from my true passion - alas!). These are some messy thoughts; I can't wait to read the actual chapter for true understanding! I need to analyze every pen stroke, blush, and body placement. I just had to get this out of my head, now back to my essay that's due at 11:59 *sobs*

Edit 1:55 am: Still have not started essay

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http-finnick · 1 year

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𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

finnick odiar x fem!reader

part 2 of favors

summary: as the train takes you both home, you rest your head on your hand to dive into thought about who you are with finnick odair.

request: many times <3

your hand glided effortlessly on the smooth skin of your face, resting it there to lean on the table of the train. your eyes focusing on him, no matter what. with every bump trying to stir your attention away from the man as he sat across from you with his eyes avoiding yours

he's watching the greenery while you're watching him.

you lean more into your hand, smelling your pure orange body wash that was just like the fruit.

you love oranges

how you could peel at it, peel at it, taking more and more until it's gone and useless. used up and empty.

that's what he's doing to you.

sure, you could make an analogy on how the capitol is doing the same thing, but you never gave yourself to the capitol, you gave yourself to finnick.

you let him take each piece, again and again, just to see what would happen.

does he actually love you? is this his post-games mind clouding over sensible thoughts? he can't just decide he loves you.

this must be so simple for him.

either he knows and accepts he loves you, which he'll tell, oh, he'd definitely tell you.

or he's on the fence...why?

you almost want to push him off it, just to see what he'd do, most importantly, what you'd do.

you're not treating him like a pet. you're treating yourself like a pet. toying yourself around while you know the answer all along

but are you willing to say that answer?

"finnick"

will you break hearts, put each other in danger, ruin lives, and live a happily ever after?

"hm?"

"I don't wanna leave this train."

not yet. but with the smile that creeps on his face. he knows what that means. with how you two have been acting this entire tour he knows that you don't wanna stay for the food, for the fun. but for him. just for him

and that's all he can get to know, for now.

an: hi guys! I'm sorry for leaving you guys all week, I've been super busy! but, here's part 2! I know it's short and complicated, I sometimes resent writing characters' deep dives into the "do I love him?" because I end up hating y/n for it, but that's just me not being a good writer lmao. so this time I didn't insert myself and tried to focus on y/n's feelings instead of my own. I wanted this to be like if katniss found out on the tour that she did in fact love peeta but kept it hidden. I hope that all makes sense.

now! I want to scream a thank you to each and every one of you! because we hit 100 followers! I can't believe that so many people like my work and I'm grateful to all of you. I still am so excited that all of you still like thg and want to see more! I love you guys so much <3

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imakemywings · 10 months

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As noted, I have never bought into the “Finwe and Indis condemned Miriel to eternal death” take on their situation or other views that Finwe and Indis callously fucked Miriel (and/or Feanor) over, partly because it does not, to my eye, comport to how the situation is presented, where the narrative does not place blame on any one of the three of them. The choice to remain in Mandos very much belonged to Miriel, and it was a decision she made repeatedly and without hesitation or wavering. That she might have, many years later, come to regret it does not mean Finwe and Indis were necessarily wrong to rely on the choice Miriel had repeatedly made clear. Neither is Miriel someone malleable and prone to being coerced or manipulated--she, like her son, is firm of mind and unwilling to be swayed by others. And indeed it wasn’t until after Finwe’s death that she did begin to change her mind, at which point Finwe willingly remains in Mandos so that Miriel can accept rebirth.

Even if you don’t accept History of Middle-earth as canon (and no one is required to), I think it can be very indicative of the intent behind The Silmarillion, so I have included some of those quotes below also, because Morgoth’s Ring addresses a few versions of Finwe and Miriel’s story.

“At their parting (for a little while as he thought) Finwë was sad, for it seemed an unhappy chance that the mother should depart and miss the beginning at least of the childhood days of her son.” (The Silmarillion, “Of Fëanor and the Unchaining of Melkor”)

Initially, Miriel’s time in Lorien was meant to be temporary and restorative, and Finwe treats it as such, anticipating Miriel’s eventual return. Each version of this story makes it clear that what Finwe wanted above all was not to remarry, but to be reunited with Miriel, and that he was willing to wait for her to return--but not if she persisted in having no plans to ever return.

“Then [after Míriel’s passing] Finwë lived in sorrow; and he went often to the gardens of Lorien, and sitting beneath the silver willows beside the body of his wife he called her by her names. But it was unavailing; and alone in all the Blessed Realm he was deprived of joy.” (The Silmarillion, “Of Fëanor”)

Some of the Valar speak of Finwe’s impatience, but their perspective is much different than that of the Children. Finwe does not immediately give up on Miriel; they speak of her healing in Lorien and Finwe persists in believing that she will return, even after her effective death. In “Of the Silmarils and the Darkening of Valinor--Of Finwe and Miriel” from Morgoth’s Ring, it was twelve years after Miriel’s death that Finwe first approached Manwe about remarriage--a fair chunk of Feanor’s childhood.

“Now Ingwë, hearing of the strange grief of Finwë, and desiring to lift up his heart and withdraw him from vain mourning in Lorien, had sent messages bidding him to leave Túna for a while, and to come and well for a season in the full light of the Trees. Finwë thanked him but did not go, while there was yet hope that Míriel would return.” (Morgoth’s Ring, “Of the Silmarils and the Darkening of Valinor--Of Finwë and Míriel”)

It really isn’t until after the passing of the Statute of Finwe and Miriel, when Miriel commits to remaining in Mandos, that Finwe surrenders the hope that she will return and they will be together again.

Even after the statute is passed and Manwe gives Finwe permission to consider remarriage, Finwe still expresses a preference for Miriel’s return rather than remarriage:

“Finwe answered: ‘I am in no haste, My Lord, and my heart has no desire, save the hope that when this doom is made clear to Míriel, she may yet relent and set a term to my bereavement.’“ (Morgoth’s Ring, “Of Finwë and Míriel”)

Certainly you can argue he is focused here on his own feelings--but generously I would suggest it’s not entirely fair to give Miriel the power to choose not return to life but also to prevent her husband from ever moving on. Finwe is and has been willing to wait for Miriel--what appears to frustrate him is that he sees no sign Miriel will ever change her mind and therefore that he will be expected to dwell forever in perpetual grief. Which is, you know. Not great for anyone.

Vaire relays this sentiment to Miriel, who insists she cannot be healed within Arda, and Vaire reports to Namo on her mindset:

“Then Vairë said to Mandos: ‘The spirit of Míriel hath dwelt with me, and I know it. It is small, but it is strong and obdurate: one of those who having said this will I do make their words a law irrevocable unto themselves. Unless constrained, she will not return to life or to Finwë, though he should wait until the ageing of the world.’“ (Morgoth’s Ring, “Of Finwë and Míriel”)

Further confirmation that Miriel’s mind cannot be swayed by counsel (hmm that sound familiar...). Having made her decision, she means to stick with it, no matter how long Finwe waits for her. Asking Finwe--the only widower in Aman--to simply accept never having a partner again is also a heavy price to pay, and for a decision that wasn’t his.

“‘Therefore the one that is in the keeping of Mandos shall remain there until the end of Arda, and shall not awake again or take bodily form. For none among the Quendi shall have two spouses at one time alive and awake...this disunion shall come to pass only with the consent of both. And after the giving of the consent ten years of the Valar shall pass ere Mandos confirms it. Within that time either party may revoke this consent...’

It is said that Míriel answered Mandos saying: ‘I came hither to escape from the body, and I do not desire ever to return to it.’ (Morgoth’s Ring, “The Earliest Version of the Story of Finwë and Míriel”)

This earliest version of the story presents one where Miriel had a decade at minimum to choose to revoke her decision to remain in Mandos and that she herself could have put the nix on the possibility of Finwe’s remarriage, but chose not to do so. In later drafts of the story, the time required to pass before consent is accepted is increased to twelve years. (If you combine this with the twelve years Finwe waits to even approach Manwe about remarriage, this is a total of at least twenty-four years between Miriel’s death and even the possibility of Finwe’s remarriage. Add to this the three years that certain drafts place between this and his marriage with Indis for a potential total of twenty-seven years between Miriel’s death and Finwe’s remarriage.)

Here, Miriel is expressly, clearly, directly informed that she may choose to remain in Mandos, but that if she permits Finwe’s remarriage and he takes it, she will lose the ability to choose rebirth. Still, Miriel sticks with her original decision. With informed consent, Miriel makes her choice. Unless we are meant to assume she doesn’t know what she wants, it’s hard to take this as anything but confirmation that Miriel is sure she will never want to return to life. It seems unfair to condemn Finwe and Indis for taking her at her word, even if she eventually comes to regret her choice. (This is the price of the freedom of choice--you may make a choice you regret.)

“But the shadow of Míriel did not depart from the house of Finwë, nor from his [Finwë’s] heart; and of all whom he loved Fëanor had ever the chief share of his thought.” (The Silmarillion, “Of Feanor”)

Even after his wedding to Indis, Finwe does not forget his love for Miriel, and he certainly doesn’t show favoritism to the children of Indis--rather, he seems particularly concerned that Feanor should know he is loved despite his father’s remarriage. That Feanor refuses to accept this cannot, I think, be laid wholly at the feet of Finwe, particularly into Feanor’s adulthood. We can certainly say that Finwe failed to adequately reassure Feanor--but the text leaves that open as to fault and degrees of fault, and it may be there was nothing Finwe could ever have said that would have consoled Feanor, or it may be that they were both simply very different people and Finwe never managed to get through to Feanor, or it may be that Finwe did not try hard enough to make Feanor feel differently. But I also don’t consider it fair that Feanor’s disapproval should mean Indis and Finwe, two consenting adults, are prohibited from marrying.

That Finwe chooses to go into exile with Feanor and effectively surrenders his crown over it says quite a lot about his affection for Feanor and his willingness to publicly take Feanor’s side. This does not read like a case of Feanor being shunted aside by his father’s remarriage.

“In that evil time Finwë was slain by the Marrer himself, and his body was burned as by lightning stroke and destroyed. Then Míriel and Finwë met again in Mandos and lo! Míriel was glad of the meeting, and her sadness was lightened, and the will in which she had been set was released.

“And when she learned of Finwë all that had befallen since her departure (for she had given no heed to it, nor asked tidings, until then) she was greatly moved; and she said to Finwë in her thought: ‘I erred in leaving thee and our son, or at least in not soon returning after brief repose; for had I done so he might have grown wiser. But the children of Indis shall redress his errors and therefore I am glad they should have being, and Indis hath my love. How should I bear grudge against one who received what I rejected and cherish what I abandoned.’“ (Morgoth’s Ring, “Laws and Customs Among the Eldar”) (emphasis added)

In this earlier draft of the story from HoME, Miriel explicitly approves post-hoc of the marriage, praising the children of Indis and foreseeing they might fix Feanor’s wrongs, and disavowing that she might have any bitterness towards Indis for marrying Finwe. This, I think, is also deeply indicative of how we are meant to view this situation: Miriel herself does not resent Indis. Miriel herself does not think Indis did anything wrong--nor does she seem to believe either Finwe or Indis wronged Feanor. This goes to the point that just because Feanor was angry and upset about his father’s remarriage doesn’t, in and of itself, mean Finwe was wrong to remarry.

Immediately after this, Miriel expresses a desire again for life, and so Finwe entreats Vaire to release Miriel from Mandos:

“And Finwë said to Vairë: ‘Dost thou hear the prayer and desire of Míriel? Why will Mandos refuse this redress of her griefs, that her being may not be void and without avail? Behold! I instead will abide with Mandos for ever, and so make amends.’“ (Morgoth’s Ring, “Laws and Customs Among the Eldar”) (emphasis added)

Both Finwe and Miriel appear here to have regrets about what happened. Unfortunately, regrets are part of life and not necessarily indicative that something wrong was done. But Finwe now voluntarily remains behind in Mandos that Miriel might again have life, now that she has expressed a shift in her view on the matter. Not really the behavior of someone with no concern about Miriel’s happiness or well-being. Nor does he throw himself on the sword suggesting he was wrong to remarry, which would’ve called for some apology to Miriel. Again, I think this is just an overall difficult, tragic situation out of which there was no easy, painless path.

Nor is it suggested that Indis was seeking to horn in on the marriage between Finwe and Miriel.

“She [Indis] loved Finwë dearly; for her heart had turned to him long before, while the Vanyar still dwelt with the Noldor in Túna. In those days, she had looked upon the Lord of the Noldor, and he seemed to her the fairest and noblest of the Eldar...Therefore she remained unwedded when her people removed to Valinor, and she walks often alone in the friths and fields of Valinor, filling them with music.” (Morgoth’s Ring, “Of Finwë and Míriel”)

Yes, Indis loved Finwe even while Miriel was still alive--but no version of the story suggests she tried to slide in when Miriel had died, or tried to disturb their marriage before. In fact, the way she catches Finwe’s attention is entirely accidental.

“...when Indis saw Finwë climbing the paths of the Mountain, and the light of Laurelin was behind him as a glory, without forethought she sang suddenly in great joy, and her voice went up as a song of the lirulin in the sky. Then Finwë heard that song falling from above, and he looked up and saw Indis in the golden light, and he knew in that moment that she loved him and had long done so.” (Morgoth’s Ring, “Of Finwë and Míriel”)

The presentation of Indis has never been, in my view, of a gold-digger or someone who was looking to take advantage of Miriel’s death or absence. Between The Silmarillion and HoME, Indis seems presented more as one who, knowing Miriel desired never to return to life, saw that she and Finwe might find some joy out of his grief. She could not have foreseen that Feanor would take their marraige so poorly, or that he would never forgive it, or the extremes to which he was willing to go to show that, post-Melkor’s release.

As noted in quotes below, even the Valar recognized that Indis had loved Finwe “in patience, and without bitterness,” which is not a descriptor, to me, of someone trying to take personal advantage of the situation. She isn’t at fault for loving Finwe, and she isn’t at fault for his choosing to remarry, or for Miriel’s choosing to die. Honestly of everyone involved here, I think Indis has the least culpability. All she did was marry someone she loved, with the consent of his late wife.

“The wedding of his father was not pleasing to Fëanor; and he had no great love for Indis, nor for Fingolfin and Finarfin, her sons...In those unhappy things which later came to pass, and in which Fëanor was the leader, many saw the effect of this breach within the house of Finwë, judging that if Finwë had endured his loss and been content with the fathering of his mighty son, the courses of Fëanor might have been otherwise...But the children of Indis were great and glorious, and their children also; and if they had not lived the history of the Eldar would have been diminished.” (The Silmarillion, “Of Fëanor”) (emphasis added)

The end of this section is one I think is crucial to remember for the narrative: Tolkien explicitly eschews the idea that everything would’ve simply been better if Finwe and Indis had never married and never had kids. Yes, grief came out of the situation, but joy and greatness came from it too, and erasing Fingolfin, Finarfin, Lalwen, Findis, Fingon, Aredhel, Turgon, Argon, Finrod, Aegnor, Angrod, and Galadriel, and their descendants from the story and the history of the Elves would be a lessening.

This is a sentiment that existed from very early drafts:

“‘Behold! Indis the fair shall be made glad and fruitful, who might have else been solitary....Long hath she loved Finwë, in patience and without bitterness. Aulë named Fëanor the greatest of the Eldar, and in potency that is true. But I say unto you that the children of Indis shall also be great, and the Tale of Arda more glorious because of their coming. And from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty; in whose being the Valar, and the Kindreds of both of Elves and of Men that are to come shall all have part, and in whose deeds they shall rejoice...When he that shall be called Eärendil setteth foot upon the shores of Aman, ye shall remember my words.’“ (Namo addresses the Valar, Morgoth’s Ring, “Laws and Customs Among the Eldar”) (emphasis added)

Attached to The Earliest Draft of the Story of Finwe and Miriel is this Laws and Customs Among the Eldar wherein the Valar debate whether or not to permit Finwe’s remarriage and whether any of the three Elves involved here is at fault for the situation. During this debate, Namo Mandos gives this proclamation about the greatness of the children of Indis and the impact they will have on the future of Arda, even to anticipating the arrival of Earendil in Aman.

Narratively, Tolkien thus emphasizes that great good comes from the marriage of Finwe and Indis, in spite of Feanor’s response to it which causes much grief for the Elves. If the purpose of the story was to feel that they had acted in pure selfishness and that their marriage was some turning point where the tragedies of the Elves could have been entirely averted, I don’t think he would have taken so much care to make it clear what beneficial things came out of it.

All of which is to say I stand by my original assessment that none of these people was wholly at fault for what happened. Unfortunately we are all of us swayed by our emotions and there are times when there is simply no easy way out of a sticky situation. As in the original post--there was no way to fix this without someone being deeply unhappy. The marriage of Finwe and Indis, particularly as approved by Miriel, probably seemed at the time like the most painless way to handle it, particularly as the strong love of Finwe for Feanor would likely negate Feanor’s being usurped by any children of Indis. Certainly you can choose to read malicious motives into any of the four characters chiefly involved here--but I don’t think it’s the most accurate reading of the text. At worst, I think they could be viewed as careless or blinkered, but I don’t think any of them was ill-intentioned.

#meta #mine #miriel #indis #finwe #the silmarillion #tolkien tag #I think there's a tendency to assume that because somone (Feanor) was unhappy about the situation #that means someone else must have done something wrong #but that's not always how things are

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mari-lair · 1 year

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On chapter 6 of the spin-off, Teru seems genuinely surprised to learn Akane thinks he hates him.

Teru talks as if he wants to change this view, but his “oh is nothing personal” moment is followed by him calling Akane a half-roach and explaining that he is bullying him because he likes having a stress relief toy.

The interesting thing here is that Teru is being honest.

He does use Akane to relieve stress and gets joy when he bullies him, always smiling when kicking his ass and keeping up the habit to make Akane's life hard even in later arcs where they are more chill with each other.

His monologue can be easily seen as a verbal beating, which in a way, it absolutely is, he did not have to be this direct, but it only started in the first place because he was answering Akane’s question of “why do you set up so many traps for me?”

And since that is all Akane had asked, that is all he got.

Teru tends to assume way too much, he overestimated how perceptive Akane is, finding no reason to share important details about how he views him.

There is absolutely no way Akane can tell from his borderline insults that Teru thinks he is wise or nice to talk to. He didn’t provide even implications about it outside, arguably, his casual attitude.

Is no wonder Akane assumes Teru's view of him is simply “you’re amusing/ my stress relief toy.” for a while, and any show of trust or care from Teru either startled Akane or makes him uncomfortable.

They have built a more solid friendship after the severance, but since the start of the manga, Teru did not hate Akane.

Teru even used his most ‘this is how I make friends!’ tactic on Akane, which is asking questions about his life and wanting to know him better. He gets very excited about new information and remembers everything he learns about Akane.

learning information is how Teru shows interest in people, just take a look on how he approaches Aoi, always full of questions.

Teru forces Akane to give him answer though, he is consistently far more aggressive with Akane than anyone else he seems to cares about.

Is it because Akane is half supernatural? Surprisingly no, not quite.

He acknowledged Akane’s seat and that his power is supernatural, but he doesn’t lump him with the other supernaturals, he never refers to Akane as 'supernatural’ or ‘No.1′, seeing him as either ‘Aoi’ or ‘human’.

To Teru, Akane is a human with supernatural powers, not a supernatural.

And he acknowledge both Akane’s distaste for supernaturals and that the contract was half forced. He would have never given him glasses to “live his life like he used to” if he didn’t believe in Akane’s humanity above all else.

Teru treats him as a human.

Him calling Akane a half roach in this extra is an exception, I searched all other extras and manga panels and couldn’t find it being said again, or being refered as a sort of stress. The relay interview explicitly tell us Teru’s issue with Akane have nothing to do with supernaturals.

It makes me believe Teru is just being a dick in the spin off.

It is in his nature to annoy Akane whenever there is an opportunity after all.

Just compare it to how he treats Nene.

Her situation with the mermaid curse would make her half supernatural, arguably even more supernatural than Akane, since Akane’s contract has a time limit, and lifespan issue aside, it is implied Nene would have never gotten rid of the mermaid curse even if she lived till 100 years.

Because he sees her as a human first, he never focuses on the mermaid curse or reprimands her for walking with supernaturals, instead accepting that her fate to die is already set in stone, and treating her with a lot of kindness. She is still alive after all. And most of his hatred for supernaturals comes from the danger they represent towards human life, is not a hatred as blind as people make it out to be.

So why does he treat Akane so badly?

His excuse that he can’t exorcise a half roach like Akane and that stresses him, is contradicted twice in the same chapter, seemingly connecting this ‘stress relief’ job more to the idea of Akane being his vice president than him being half supernatural.

It makes no sense, and Akane calls him out on it, reprimanding him for being a dick.

I personally believe the reason Teru use “vice president” as an excuse, is because that’s an Akane only role. There is no other student council vice-president, just as there is no other person that would come back to the student council every day even after getting this treatment.

Akane’s reaction to this nonsense is mostly comedic annoyance, so Teru acts like a kid and keeps doing it. If Akane was genuinely hurt by his behavior Teru would stop.

He always sobers up when the people he cares about are in genuine distress. He hates delivering bad news, or being unable to do anything.

When he sees his actions have consequences, he either avoids the problem or awkwardly tries to change, similar to a learning child.

A lot of what he does feels like a learning child. For as hard as he can be to understand, he is surprisingly consistent in his honesty, genuine to an almost childish extent.

Many things that would be rude to ask, or embarrassing to admit, are things Teru is upfront about. He has absolutely no tact, and while he is aware he is being rude on many occasions, he simply does not care about it.

This childish behavior clashes really nicely with his personal belief that ignorance is bliss.

In his own way, he is being kind by keeping everyone in the dark, truly believing that accepting that Nene's fate can’t be changed and focusing on making her happy without acknowledging she will die is the best he can do, that not telling Kou he believes he is too weak for exorcism and that he envies such weakness is the best alternative: That not hurting anyone is the best.

And while this misguided thought is based on kindness, since he doesn’t want people to get hurt, it is also cowardly: He doesn’t want himself to be hurt either. He is scared of it.

People being depressed upsets him. So he avoids it.

People he care about hating him makes his entire world crash. So he avoids it.

He locked himself in his room because he understood that he fucked up in his fight with Kou, and was convinced that Kou hate him for it. “Sees him as a villain" or a liar, or just someone that he has outgrown.

It's why he completely changed his attitude when he realized Kou is worried about him.

Teru is an undeniably stubborn, and arrogant, but he is not cruel. It's why he gets out of his comfort zone, completely forgets about the fireworks, and tries to explain himself when he realizes how Kou feels (sad and guilty) is not how he had assumed ( “kou hates me”).

He tries to fix his mistakes by giving Kou a choice after every downside is laid on the table..

He tries to set aside his insecurities and not take how Kou no longer prioritize him as a personal attack.

And he is delighted when he gets the reassurance he was too scared to ask.

This attempt to change his approach with Kou is constant too, is a break in routine, which takes effort to change, is not easy, but he’ll try his best.

Which ties back to why he never changed his approach with Akane.

Akane never has a serious talk about Teru’s behavior he just kind of... rolls with it, just accepting that he will be Teru’s stress toy. He may not be happy about it but he doesn’t do anything to make Teru fear that he will be hated if he continues to treat Akane like this: Akane doesn’t cry, doesn’t try to injure Teru back, or start avoiding him, Teru has no signs this treatment sticks to Akane, or that Akane truly hates him.

Which, surprisingly, is true.

Akane brushes off any bullying in the span of one page or two: In chapter 29 Akane was stuck for 1 hour completely unable to move, his body growing numb, and he got over it and changed focus in the 5 minutes Nene came to visit. No fear in sight. He is just built diferent.

Not to imply that Teru isn’t insane with every character.

He may not be as rude and eager to share his thoughts as he is with Akane but he is still a bad liar/ far from princely.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #something to read while we wait for the translation i guess #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #tbhk #minamoto teru #terukane #i mean most of it is about his relationship with akane #he is my favorite character btw i hope you understand every time i call him out on his bs i do it with love #tumblr i love you pls show it in the tags #watch me fit so many hot takes in a single analysis again #teru minamoto #character analysis

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The Idol who cant Smile

Minji X Fem! Reader

Description: You are the oldest Member of New Jeans, but Fans Never saw you Smile once. Why don't you Smile? Who's the Person that can bring back a smile to your Face?

Chapter 7:

Tiredly, I yawned. Almost immediately, everyone looked at me. As usual, Haerin was staring at me intensely, which made me chuckle in amusement. I tilted my head to the side as I gazed back at her, meeting her eyes. I didn't even realize I had started to smile.

"What's up, Haerin? Why are you looking at me like that again?" I asked, and Haerin moved closer. I could hear Hyein and Hanni playfully gasping for air. But I was focused on Haerin. She studied my entire face, "You're tired. Why?" she asked, making me feel a bit nervous.

I heard Minji returning from the bathroom to the living room. She noticed that Haerin and I were staring at each other and furrowed her brow. However, she didn't say anything about it and simply sat down beside me. Haerin now turned her gaze to Minji. She hummed a bit, "Minji, so you came a day early so Unnie wouldn't be alone? That's so sweet. What did you guys do?" Hanni asked, looking at Minji, then at me.

I noticed Minji smiling. My breath caught, "We had dinner and then watched a K-drama," I answered as quickly as possible, trying to prevent Minji from revealing anything. No one should know about this relationship. No one... not even Newjeans... It would just complicate everything, and if we were to have an argument, the members would have to take sides, and well... I just don't want that.

Minji looked at me. I could feel her intently studying my profile, "What K-drama?" Hyein asked, sticking a spring roll into her mouth. Hanni had her chopsticks ready for the next spring roll. I looked at Hyein, "King the Land," I replied, and almost immediately, the younger one slapped her chopsticks on the table.

"Unnie... We said we'd watch it together!" the younger one protested and looked at me. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. Nervously, I chuckled and folded my hands together, "I'm sorry. I'll treat you to a meal for that, deal?" I asked, and the younger one sighed, accepting the offer and continuing her meal.

I felt Minji's hand on my knee. Nervously, a smile formed on my lips, and I moved Minji's hand away from my knee. The younger one sighed. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned closer to me, "Relax... just act normal, Unnie," the younger one said, but my eyes widened as I felt her breath near my ear. Shortly after, I felt her lips grazing my ear.

I could feel the blush creeping up on my face. My heartbeat quickened. I lightly hit the younger one's leg in response, which only made her laugh. She looked at me, "You know... it's nice to see you smile," she said, almost whispering. Her face was right in front of mine. I swallowed nervously as I felt the urge to kiss her again.

I turned my head away from her, "I'm going to the garden," I said and immediately, Danielle looked at me. She blinked a few times, "Aren't you hungry?" she asked, gesturing to the food. I shook my head, heading to the garden shortly after. There, I lay down on the lounger almost immediately. Luckily, the sun was still shining. I sighed, closing my eyes.

My hands were under my head as I simply felt the sun on my skin. I wasn't wearing any makeup and just enjoyed the free time in the sun.

It didn't take long until I realized someone had sat down on me. Their head blocked the sun, "Minji-ah, you're blocking the sun," I said, a small smile on my face, and almost immediately, I heard someone softly laugh. Curiously, I opened my eyes. Instantly, my eyes widened.

An unfamiliar girl sat on top of me. She also had her phone in hand and seemed to be recording a video. I relaxed again and looked at the girl sitting on me. Probably around my age?

"Could you get off me?" I asked, and she complied with my request. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, I sat up. I ran my hand through my hair and let out a sigh. I looked at the unfamiliar woman, my expression slightly annoyed, "How did you get in here?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. How had she managed to bypass security?

"Oh my God. Can I get a photo, a video? An autograph?" she asked, really excited. My eyes narrowed a bit. She didn't answer my question. I hesitated as my eyes continued to study the woman in front of me. Did she have any weapon on her? I stood up from the lounger, "How about I escort you to the exit?" I suggested, and the woman squealed loudly in delight. She practically jumped with happiness.

I gestured for her to lead the way with my hand. Walking casually, I went beside the unfamiliar woman. "Why did you think I was Minji when I was sitting on you?" she asked. Her curious brown eyes sparkled with interest. I hesitated a bit in my response, "The members love to tease me. Sometimes, they even fall asleep on me," I answered, but the woman beside me didn't seem satisfied with the answer.

"But why were you so sure it was Minji?" she asked again. She held her phone right in front of my face. I sighed a bit, "Because the others are all eating," I replied. Suddenly, the woman stopped walking as she spotted one of the security guards. Panic widened her eyes.

"You liar! You said we were going for a walk!" she exclaimed a bit louder. I looked at the woman beside me. Slowly, she was really getting on my nerves. My eyes briefly glanced at her phone's camera and then back at her face, "How old are you?" I asked, and the woman seemed to relax.

"26," she answered, and I nodded understandingly. I sighed once again, "Unnie," I began, my eyes narrowing a bit because this whole situation was getting pretty annoying, "If I see you near my members, you'll really get to know me. I'll forget that all of this happened and that you committed a crime. But I kindly ask you not to attend any Newjeans events," I said as politely as possible.

The older woman gasped in shock. Her eyes widened, "H-How can you talk to me like that?! The video will be online, and everyone will see your true face! A liar," she exclaimed loudly. Her hand gripped my wrist, and she was really hurting me. I hissed in pain.

My eyes narrowed even further, "Thank you for being a fan. As I said, if I see you anywhere near one of my members, this will end very differently. Have a good day," I said as I finally managed to free myself from the stranger. The security guard had finally arrived.

He held the woman firmly and looked at me with evident concern. "Please take down her information," I requested from the man and bowed slightly. The man was speechless and perhaps a bit surprised by how calmly I was handling the situation. He nodded and led the unfamiliar woman away from me.

I sighed. My heart was still pounding wildly in my chest... I was really scared... But the thought that it happened to me and not the others calmed me down somewhat. I sighed again and took out my phone from my pocket. I immediately dialed our CEO's number. Sighing, I looked around.

I just hoped that this video wouldn't be released...

I heard the older woman finally pick up the phone. Immediately, I recounted the whole situation to her and asked her for a change of residence or increased security. However, she kept asking if I was okay. After a brief while, I confirmed that I was fine. I nodded as she said she would take care of it. But I also asked her to keep it a secret from the others. They shouldn't be afraid.

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"Why do we have to move?" Hyein asked grumpily as she placed one of her boxes in the hallway. She was currently labeling her box. Hanni joined in the grumbling. Minji, however, clapped her hands once, "Look at it positively. We can rearrange our rooms and even change the room assignments," Minji said. Hanni immediately looked at her.

"You... don't want to be in the same room with me anymore? Whyyyy? What did I do?" she asked, crawling toward Minji's leg and grasping it. She tugged at Minji's pants leg, causing Minji to almost lose her balance. Haerin, Hyein, and I simply watched.

"I want to be in the same room as Unnie," Hyein suddenly chimed in, raising her hand. I looked at the youngest and smiled, gently running my hand through her hair, "Unnie has been smiling a lot more lately... Did something happen?" Haerin asked, looking at me intently for a while. My smile disappeared from my face immediately. Surprised, I stared at the younger girl for a while.

"What the hell is this?!" Danielle exclaimed, storming into the hallway. She looked at each of us before her eyes settled on me. She held her phone in her hand and started reading aloud. My heart rate accelerated. What on earth had gotten her so flustered?

"Security Incident Shakes K-Pop Fandom: Unauthorized Entry Sparks Concerns for Newjeans' Safety", she began

"A recent incident involving K-Pop idol Y/n of the sensational group Newjeans has showcased her remarkable composure and protective instincts in the face of adversity. As an unidentified individual managed to breach security measures, Y/n's poised response not only defused the situation but also served as a testament to her role as the guardian of her group.

The incident occurred when Y/n was spending time in the dormitory garden. An intruder, identified as a 26-year-old female fan, infiltrated the secure area and approached Y/n while capturing video footage. Despite the alarming nature of the situation, Y/n remained calm and managed to defuse the encounter without any major conflict, while prioritizing the safety of her fellow members.

Y/n's response involved addressing the unauthorized individual directly, cautioning the fan against approaching idols without permission and emphasizing the need to respect their personal boundaries. This protective approach not only demonstrated her maturity but also illustrated her strong sense of responsibility as the Unnie of NewJeans.

K-Netizens have taken to social media to shower Y/n with praise for her admirable handling of the incident. Fans have aptly dubbed her the "Unnie" (older sister) of Newjeans, highlighting her pivotal role as a guiding figure within the group. Many admirers have hailed her for putting the safety of her fellow members before her own, lauding her selflessness and quick thinking.

The incident has led to an outpouring of fan art, hashtags, and messages that collectively emphasize Y/n's newfound title as the "guardian" or "protector" of Newjeans. These designations encapsulate the immense respect and adoration fans hold for Y/n, who has not only showcased her strength in the face of adversity but has also embodied the unity and bond that the K-Pop community shares.

In response to the incident, Y/n's agency promptly addressed the security concerns and vowed to implement enhanced measures to safeguard idols from unauthorized interactions. The agency's commitment to ensuring the well-being of its artists resonated deeply with fans, further fostering a sense of unity and trust.

The incident serves as a reminder that even in the glamorous world of K-Pop, challenges and unexpected situations can arise. Y/n's handling of the unauthorized entry incident has demonstrated that beyond their stage personas, idols possess a genuine concern for their well-being and the well-being of their fellow members.

As the K-Pop industry continues to evolve, idols like Y/n set a remarkable example for others to follow. Her poised response, protective instincts, and unwavering dedication have solidified her role as a respected figure in the K-Pop world. Y/n's actions not only protected her group but have also become a source of inspiration and admiration for fans worldwide, proving that even amidst challenges, the K-Pop community remains united and supportive"

"Is that why we are moving out then?" Danielle asked after she finished reading the entire article. Her eyes were fixed on me. I let out a sigh as I ran my hand through my hair. Minji was immediately by my side, her hands on my upper arms as her eyes narrowed. "When was this?! Did she hurt you?" Minji asked, visibly concerned, her eyes scanning my entire body.

"It's alright. Nothing happened," I replied, but none of the others were satisfied. Even Haerin was now looking at me annoyed. However, Hanni seemed almost ready to burst. "Okay, I can't take it anymore!" she said, or rather, shouted. Her eyes were fixed on me.

"We're not just idols in a group. The six of us are a family, Unnie! So stop distancing yourself more and more from us! Cry if you want to cry. Laugh if you want to laugh. But don't hold back. I get that you're the oldest and that means you have to be more mature and blah blah blah. Bullshit! Be yourself... We love you no matter what... So please. Please don't put yourself in danger, Unnie. Not because of us," Hanni said, and I noticed her voice breaking. My eyes widened as I saw her tears.

My mouth opened. It was the first time... that someone told me I could let my feelings flow freely. All I ever heard was my father's voice in my head screaming that I shouldn't laugh or cry. That I shouldn't show any emotions... That I shouldn't even be alive, really.

I opened my arms, and Hanni hugged me immediately. She rested her head on my chest. The next person who suddenly started to cry loudly was Danielle. Without saying a word, I hugged her too. Hyein was the next one to hug all of us, tears streaming down her face.

I chuckled as I looked at Haerin. Her eyes were shining through the tears, and I pulled her into my arms as well. My eyes then fell on Minji. She had also quietly started to cry but turned her head away from us. I chuckled softly, saying, "Come here, Minji," as I hugged her too. We all embraced each other while the five of them cried.

But I smiled. I didn't really have the urge to cry. It was about the fact that I was almost bouncing with joy. It really made me happy that they all felt this way. God... I love them all...

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02: Safe Place { Pomegranates and Tulips }

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 718 words

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I review the documents before returning them to Seungkwan, "Thank you, Y/N you are a lifesaver." Seungkwan said with a smile as he fixed the documents into the black folder. "So, are you joining us for the Christmas party?" He asked as I closed out the webpage of the computer. I shook my head, "Parties aren't my thing, so to answer the question, no I will not be joining you, sorry." I said with a small smile.

Seungkwan lets out a small laugh, "Alright, miss can't keep her nose out of books; thank you for editing the documents Mingyu will be on my ass about them. I'll treat you to breakfast or your favorite ice cream on payday." Seungkwan says as he places the folder in Mingyu's office slot. I smile faintly as I gather my things and turn the lamp off, "I'll take you on that offer someday." I said.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride home?" Seungkwan asked as he adjusted his messenger bag; I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Besides I only live two blocks away from here," I said; he sighed and nodded. "Okay, well see you Monday." He smiles and waves before walking to the parking lot. I wave back; a tired sigh escapes my lips. "Have a lovely night, Y/N. I hope you send in the new script on Sunday night. I'll be waiting," Mingyu said as he waved before jogging to a black BMW. "Goodnight, Y/N." Mingyu calls out from the window and waves one last time; I wave back.

I fix my coat and walk in the opposite direction; working for Kim's Winery, where the salary is worth it, has been helping my mind be at ease. Kim Mingyu gave me the position of manual scriptwriter; I'm in charge of getting the scripts for Ads, commercials, and venues written. Sometimes, Mingyu changes his mind more than every five minutes, causing my job to become a bit difficult. I met Seungkwan on the third week into the job; he's in charge of keeping track of the company's sales; he had returned from an overseas seal deal. He did a great job making me feel comfortable; sometimes, he helps my mind be at ease.

Sometimes, work isn't enough to keep my mind quiet; endless thoughts and questions of my childhood and family flood my mind every minute. My phone rings; it never rings unless it's Eunseo wondering if I arrived home. I answer the call, "Hello?" I felt my heart drop. "Y/N, oh, thank god. It's Dr. Cooper," I stopped in my tracks, "Dr. Cooper? What happened? Did something happen to Dylan?" I asked, feeling myself get swallowed by guilt. "No, it's none of that, Y/N. I've been trying to contact you, but your number has been changed." Dr. Cooper said; I let out a sigh of relief.

"Dr. Cooper, how did you find my number?" I asked, feeling paranoia rush through me, "I had to make sure that you were still alive, Y/N; it concerned me that your parents act like you don't exist." Dr. Cooper says. My heart aches, "How's Dylan? Is he okay?" I asked. "Dylan is well, he's grown Y/N. He's just turned eighteen and has been accepted to college. You have nothing to worry about him, although he does ask for you." Dr. Cooper says as I let out a sigh.

"Y/N, where are you? You haven't been taking your medication; you need to be treated, hun. It will get worse. Have you been struggling to stay focused and sleep?" She asked. I looked at the people walking, laughing, and living their happy moments. "Somewhere far and safe, take care of Dylan. Please, he needs you more than I do." I said before ending the call and block the number. I ran from my past, and I won't let it follow me here.

I walk up the stairs feeling tired; I slide the keypad up and unlock the apartment door. The lights were off, and Eunseo wasn't home yet, or she was staying the night at Hansol's. I close the door and lock it; walking to my room, I become more tired as I lay on the bed. Today has been a strange day for me, and I hope no more strange days occur ever.

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moumouton4 · 11 months

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How about smut Mafia boss Madara x fem spy Reader. Uchihas found reader snooping around and took her to Madara. They make out and everything and than reader disappeared for a year now. One day she came to Uchiha's hideout really scared and told them how her spy agency wants her dead and she needs help and Madara help her bc he was in love woth her and so did she so after everything they got together and she joined there mafia

The Spy Who Gave Her heart To The Uchiha Boss || Madara Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : Hello lovely ! 🌹 That's the first time I'm writing an AU and a MOB!AU wtf. I also took more time than I usually took to write. I decided to let the ideas come when they would want so that the fic you'd be something I'd be proud of. And it is ! 😍 Again thank you for the opportunity !

Warnings : Mob!au, love at first sight, nsfw, penetrative sex, grinding, spank, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2476

You weren't supposed to be the spy chosen for this mission. But after so many refusals from other agents. The organization decided to ask you to apply. And since you were a hothead, you accepted. For you, the thrill of the mission was much more pleasurable and beneficial than knowing you'd successfully completed it.

Except that this side of your personality could be very troublesome when you had to concentrate on your mission and not be noticed, but the only thing you wanted was to run into enemies and smash their faces in, and feel the adrenaline running through your veins. So instead of seeing the two Uchihas who'd just spotted you, you were focused on your twitching hand ready to draw your katana. And then nothing... blackness.

You woke up clinging to a chair in a dimly lit room. You were bound hand and foot so that you couldn't unleash your strength to get out of the hold ( imagine Black Widow in Avengers ). Now that you were no longer knocked unconscious, you could hear footsteps hurrying out of the room. You felt a gaze on you and turned your head, but all you saw was your own reflection in a mirror you were convinced was a one-way mirror. And that someone was staring at you from behind it.

Suddenly you heard a male voice speak, "It's all clear boss, she's awake. We're waiting for your orders"

You couldn't hear what the said boss replied, but you could hear the other man, who seemed to be his subordinate, answer "Really, Boss ? Alone with her ? Okay okay I'll do that"

And then you heard footsteps approaching you. And suddenly the door opened, all the lights in the room lit up with a neon noise, blinding you for a brief moment "Now out" you heard a deep, authoritative voice speak. In a split second, the other men left the room before closing the door behind them. Leaving you alone with the man you thought was the mob boss.

He was tall, dressed in an elegant red 3-piece suit that brought out the blackness of his long ebony hair, which - you were greatly surprised to see - must have reached the small of his back. His gaze was bewitching, adding a touch of mystery to a man whose presence emanated so fluidly and easily. You soon found it hard to tear your gaze away from his dark eyes, but on the other hand, it seemed to suit him just fine, as his own eyes also remained fixed on yours.

"Weren't you ever taught in your agency not to stick your nose in other people's business ?" his tone was condescending and his voice held a threatening dimension. Yet you couldn't help being drawn in and imagining if he always sounded so threatening when he was in a more vulnerable state.

"And you've never been taught how to treat a woman ?" you said, trying to move your hands and feet that were tied to the chair to emphasize your condition.

"Of course I did. Where are my manners ?" he said, moving towards you to untie you. Before starting, however, he activated his Sharingan in his eyes and resumed, "If you were to do anything you die. Understood ?"

You nodded, hoping he'd untie you and you'd give him a beating, but what he did next made you change your mind abruptly. As he untied you, you rubbed your wrists to try and soothe the burning sensation. His men had tightened the ties like crazy - frankly, they'd been right, but damn it hurts. The man still standing next to you, probably waiting for you to untie your feet now that your hands were free, looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"I haven't got all day. What are you waiting f-" however his voice caught in his throat when he saw the marks on your wrists. He didn't know what made him do it, but he did "Let me see" he said taking your wrist in his hand with a gentleness you didn't think him capable of "The fuckers they tightened them like hell"

At that moment neither you nor he knew what was going on. Nevertheless, he felt a strong need to protect you and keep you safe. Even without knowing what was going on in his head, you could feel the tension building between you as he began to gently rub his thumb over the red and even purple part on your wrist. There was a slight moment of hesitation as your eyes met once more. The delicate movement of his thumb still on going. You saw him clench his jaw and then oh- did he just look at your lips ? Wait wait, now you're doing the same !

"What are you doing ?" he said in a low, threatening tone that hid real confusion about the turn the eventq were taking.

"Nothing. I'm not doing anything" you replied breathlessly, the atmosphere was so thick it was unbreathable.

"Son of a bitch" and with that almost imperceptible whisper he leaned forward and captured your lips in a burning and passionate kiss. His lips exerted strong pressure on yours as if he wanted to feel you closer, but at the same time his tongue caressed yours with the utmost gentleness and delicacy.

Suddenly he drew back and got down on one knee to undo the ties that were restricting your legs. Once he'd done that, he stood up again and held out his hand to help you up. His arm instinctively wrapped around your waist. There was no need for words as your eyes met again, you both knew what you wanted most right now. And even if it went against the basic principles of your respective fields.

With his hand still protectively placed on your waist, he led you across the headquarters of his organization along paths he knew to be seldom used, so that you wouldn't pass anyone on the way to his apartments.

Once there, you were almost breathless. The room was sumptuous, the burgundy walls bringing a real charm and sensuality to it. Above the bed you could see the Uchiha symbol proudly truncated there, giving the rest of the room a grandiose feel.

Your breaths grew heavier as you realized that you were now alone and that no one could come in here to disturb you. Once again, your bodies pressed together as you kissed. He carried you to his bed and gently laid you down. As the kiss deepened, your hands found a place in his silky hair, increasing his hunger. Unintentionally, he rubbed his aching need against your center, releasing a curse under his breath in the process.

As if in a gust of wind, your clothes flew around the bed. Your hands worked precisely to remove each layer of tissue separating your burning bodies. As he looked down at you you heard him groan. Fuck you were so wet, he didn't even need to go down on you - after all you kinda were in a rush, both of you. Seeing your glistened folds, he couldn't stop his dick from twitching.

You wrapped your legs around his slim waist to pull him flush against you, your body aching for his touch. "Someone's eager I see" he said smirking, his hands going up and down your sides. Suddenly he sat up and put you on his lap, making yelp. As you hooked your arms around his neck you felt him grip your ass firmly. He moved you lightly back and forth on his hard cock, relishing the feel of the wetness spreading over his member.

"Please" you whined, wanting nothing more than for him to take you.

"Please ? Do you think you deserve it ?" he teased, not relenting his movements "Have you been a good girl ?"

You nodded eagerly. Suddenly he put a sharp spank on your ass making you gasp "Say it" he demanded in a husky voice.

"Yes I've been a good girl" You said making the smirk on his face grow "Good. And you think you deserve to cum ?" he said punctuating his sentence with another firm spank on your ass.

"Y-yes" you breathlessly answered, after all your mission was to find the mob boss, and get information, what happened in between wasn't stipulated to you.

"Then I'll make you cum" he said, guiding his cock towards your entrance. He took the time to enter you gently so as not to rush you - after all, he'd told you he knew how to treat a woman - tip first and gently the rest of the way. Once he was in to the tilt he looked at you "Is this okay ?"

You nodded, not finding the strength to speak with the fulness you were experiencing. Once that was clear, he couldn't help but turn you around and lay you on the bed. Now he wanted to fuck you as hard as the attraction he felt for you and you were so eager to indulge.

He seemed to know perfectly well what rhythm to adopt and where to touch you. His hips worked swiftly, filling the room with the sound of skin against skin, accompanying your moans and grunts. When he felt himself coming, he slipped his hand between your two bodies to rub your clit.

He'd honored what he'd told you earlier. He made you cum. Hard. And now he was holding you against him in bed, waiting for your breathing to calm down. But even if your breathing calmed down, you couldn't stop the gears in your brain from turning at breakneck speed. You didn't want to just hit and run after he let his guard down in front of you. But you couldn't forget the reasons why you'd met him in the first place. You had a mission to fulfill first. Even if you heart screamed otherwise.

You disentangled yourself from his hold on you and quickly and discreetly put on your suit before leaving. At the door you watched him dozing from a distance on his bed, knowing full well that if he woke up and asked you to stay you wouldn't say no. "I'm sorry" you mumbled before closing the door and hurrying off to get what you'd come for.

However, there was one thing you hadn't anticipated.... the probability... however remote that there might be... a microphone in your gear. Fuck you should have seen that coming. Most of the agency didn't trust you. They thought you were too unstable, even though you always carried out your missions well. The proof was that you'd ended up fucking one of the targets - it was the first time by the way.

The roles were reversed, and for the first time in your life it was you who had to escape from the agency "We can't keep her, she knows too much about us" "What if she reveals information or all join them ? "It's decided, bring her in with the excuse of getting her report back. We'll take advantage of the situation to eliminate her in secret here"

But you heard everything from behind the door. With your eyes wide, you took cautious steps backwards. Once you were out of range, you ran to your locker and retrieved your weapons before leaving the agency's headquarters.

But not everything went according to plan. When you swiped your badge to open the last gate, an error code was displayed and alarms began to sound. With your heart pounding in your chest, you climbed over the obstacle, started up a motorcycle and set off as fast as you could.

In the distance you could hear a helicopter flying "Shit shit shit ! What do I do now ?" you thought. You knew desperately that you had nowhere to go without the risk of them finding you.

You saw a car overtaking you and driving at your speed. The driver opened his window and called out to you "Ma'am, someone would like to speak to you" "Who are you exactly ?" you asked, obviously wary of this unknown person. He looked into your eyes for a split second, allowing you to see the Sharingan in his irises. His answer was brief but swept away any doubts you might have had. You now knew exactly who he was.

So you decided to follow the black car that seemed to be your only way out. But you couldn't help feeling apprehensive about seeing him again. You knew he'd be waiting for you, after well... your one-night stand.

Shots echoed behind you. The man shouted "Get in front of the car now ! I'll cover you ! Nothing must happen to you !"

You were astonished to hear this, but you complied and passed in front of the car, which shielded you. The closer you got to the Uchiha hideout, the more you felt the tension rising... and perhaps butterflies in your stomach.

Madara, for his part, was pacing back and forth. From a distance he looked like a caged lion. He couldn't help worrying about you and feeling the need to protect you at all costs. Admittedly, he didn't take it very well when you ran off without even saying goodbye. But he couldn't stop the already strong attraction and connection between you, ever since he first laid eyes on you.

After what seemed like an eternity, a knock came at his door "Boss, she's here" said one of his henchmen. Madara had to keep a straight face and hold back the sigh of relief he wanted to let out "Well bring her here" " Sure Boss"

When the door reopened and you stepped into his room, he couldn't help but feel the uncomfortable sensation - for him - of butterflies in his stomach. He also couldn't help but take two big strides towards you before engulfing you in a hug. Your body began to tremble with the adrenaline rush and he quickly pulled away to look at your face.

"Are you hurt ? Is everything in order ?" his trembling voice betrayed a hint of concern. You shook your head indicating you were fine.

"S-sorry I didn't want to leave like this. But they miked me and now they want to kill me. I h-heard them. They're coming for me-"

He cut you off by holding you against his chest. A surge of protectiveness took hold of him, his Sharingan activating in his eyes almost instantly "Let them come, we'll know how to receive them. No one touches what's mine"

It was decided, he was going to do his utmost to decimate them one by one. Now that you'd found each other, no one could pull you apart.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🌮🥡 Again my requests are open 🍞🧈

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alagaesia-headcanons · 7 months

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I'll never get enough of the AUs where Murtagh in some way, at some point ends up in Carvahall instead of Uru'baen. There are so many potential variations of how he gets there and who he stays with and even the little differences have some really fun effects. I'm especially intrigued by the idea of Murtagh growing up there while still clearly remembering Morzan and his dragon and where he came from. I think it makes for an interesting counterpoint to canon where Murtagh can't escape his past and his father's legacy because that's what everyone sees in him. Instead, in Carvahall, his past becomes such a dangerous taboo that it can't even be acknowledged, much less focused on. Rather than his past restricting him in its grasp, it keeps sliding out of his own grasp, defying all his efforts to understand what it means for him and what everyone else might feel about it. Black and blue eyes and gleaming red scales haunt his dreams, but he has to swallow those memories down every time.

Assuming Murtagh grows up with Garrow and Marian, when he first arrives with all his fear, he's determined to never breath a word about any of that. But he gets older and starts to second guess that resolve- Eragon aches to know who his father is and Murtagh hates lying to him. He deserves to eventually know the truth (what Murtagh thinks is true, that is), even if it's painful. And it gnaws at Murtagh's own heart to wonder if his family would accept him if they knew, or if the only thing perpetuating his acceptance is their ignorance. At night, he tosses and turns wondering if he's turning out just like his father, a question he can never answer because he has no reference of Morzan beyond his own dim, scattered memories.

One of my favorite AUs like this that exist inside my brain follows that track and actually stays very close to canon. Murtagh grows up alongside Eragon, and plans to tell him about his past when he turns 16, but before that, the Ra'zac arrive and he's tortured as well as Garrow. He pulls through only to discover Eragon vanished with Brom and he goes to track them down, eventually saving them when they're the ones at the Ra'zac's mercy. Then when he's kidnapped and enslaved, there's so much more heartbreak and guilt because he's pitted against everyone he grew up with and cares for. And maybe Brom gets to live so there can be a reckoning when Murtagh does tell Eragon what he believes about their parentage, following him as he struggles for the courage to face his son and tries to find any way to help his step son, before it's all too late.

For something that goes quite differently, I've been thinking through an AU where both Selena and Morzan live. Selena fakes Murtagh's death to disguise her stealing him away and she and Brom raise him and Eragon in Carvahall. They love and protect them fiercely and the boys grow up safe and happy, but whenever Murtagh tries to ask about the things that happened before, they swiftly shut him down and dissuade him from ever mentioning it out of their own fear of the past. It leaves him feeling out of place and fragmentary. And that comes at a cost when Morzan appears, under orders to search for the egg. Murtagh has to hurriedly figure out what he was never able to, now with so much danger hanging in the balance, because no matter how Morzan could want to treat him, that might not matter against the king's orders. And Selena and Brom have to confront their own snarled relationships with Morzan that were never truly laid to rest. (It also caters to my desire to jerry rig the three of them into a very messy and emotionally charged polycule.)

In that one, I build something more redeemable into Morzan's character (soon I definitely plan to elaborate on why I find that a fascinating angle to take with him). I don't know if anyone would want it, but I wrote a drabble for that AU when Murtagh first sees Morzan again, and I could brush it up and post it. [EDIT: here's the fic] I just love the idea of small town farm boy Murtagh who's peaceful and amiable and also just a little bit off. Like maybe sending the guy who dreams each night about blood red swords and dragon's snapping fangs to go plow fields won't last forever.

#lemme know if you want that drabble i guess #eragon #inheritance cycle #murtagh #morzan #and others #im just rambling today #a lot of similar aus have murtagh become a rider also on the vardens side #which is fun #but i like the idea of him still being dragged into the empire and the far different emotional strife it would cause #or not having thorn at all during that time and having to navigate himself by himself

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newjeansimagine · 1 year

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5. Amusement park

It was her 4th day in school, and everyone in her class were excited to go on the amusement park tonight, she didn't get why, but it was probably a Korean thing. So during her classes, Y/N could see a greater movement of people talking and planning about the meeting in the park, she also could see some boys and girls flirtting around each other.

She found cute to see that from her place, but during a pause between classes, she saw a pretty boy enter the room and go to that girl she stumbled in the hallaway. He had a brush and wrote something on the girl's hand, who was sitting in her chair looking at him with a confused look. Everyone was looking at them in silence, and when the boy just left the class, the murmurs started.

Y/N kept staring at that rude girl even after the boy was gone. She looked the same tho, the same shiny hair, and the same soft makeup as the day they faced each other. But something in her expression was diferent, maybe it was because she never saw the girl's cheeks this red. By the way the girl treated y/n yesterday, she didn't thought she was the shy type.

"Ugh, apparently love is in the air" Wonyoung said by her side, refering about the scene.

"Yeah" Y/N smiled a little, her eyes not moving from the girl who sitted up front to her.

It didn't went unnoticed by Wonyoung.

"Well, I'm pretty sure Minji is not interested in dating anyone right now, she is too focused on studies." Wonyoung said, part of her comment coming from a place of curiosity about Y/N's answer.

"Minji..." y/n said, clearing her throat and looking away from the girl to look at Wonyoung. "Is that her name?"

Wonyoung gave her a little smile, as if she had revealed something.

"Yes, we also have music class together, she's very talented". Wonyoung kept saying and Y/N's eyes just went back to her, only to stare at her hair falling down her back.

"I bet she is" y/n said, not mentionig their accident on the previous day.

After exchanging numbers, Wonyoung sent her the time and place to meet later that day. When Y/N got home, she told her parents that she was going out with some friends, and noticed how happy and relieved they were that she had already made some friends, but after she thought for a while, she realized that until now, only Wonyoung had been nice with her. She noticed that day that her other friends on the lunch table didn't talked to her. Wonyoung was the only one.

Avoiding overthinking, Y/N looked in her wardrobe what could be best outfit for the occasion. She wanted something nice but simple, something stylish but not looking like she tried too hard. So when she found the perfect look, her serotonin returned to her brain and she began to get ready, feeling good about that night. Her cell phone beeped, notifying a message, when she took the phone on her hands and went down the stairs of her house, she read Wonyoung's message.

Y/N smiled a little for the phone and started to text back.

When she arrived the amusement park, she looked a little for her new friend and gave her a little smile.

"Thank god, you here" she said in a cute way.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, relax" she said, following the other.

The night was actually pleasant. They took some rides, ate some food and talked a lot. Her friends talked to y/n in a friendly way, she felt they were starting to accepting her. But wasn't sure about it, she could feel some of them exchanging glances like an inside joke.

When they made a pause, they just saw another group of friends getting off the ferris wheel. Suddenly the groups started to mix, everyone knew each other and y/n was the new girl again.

"Hanni!" Wonyoung said, going to a short girl who had some braids, kinda lefting Y/N alone.

Y/N smiled, she was fine, it was not like everyone were talking and she was there standing.... not knowing what to do.

Y/n just leaned against some railing she found, watching the friends talk between each other, so she grabbed her phone avoiding the social awkwardness, and started do read the recent texts from her friends from Australia. She missed them so much, she wishes they were here now.

A loud smile took her concentration off the screen, and made her look to the side only to find that green haired boy holding the girl's… Minji's… drink in his hands as she tried to take it back. Y/N couldn't say why she rolled her eyes at the scene.

"Give it back" Minji said picking up her drink and lightly pushing the boy.

"Give it back" Y/N whispered to herself in a high tone, mimicking the other. She was so annoyed about that scene that she didn't even noticed Wonyoung and two other girls were getting close to her.

"Y/N" Wonyoung said, taking her attention of her phone "this is Hanni unnie, and this is Dani, Hanni is in our class too" .

The other ones looked at her with a smile. One of the girls was shorter than Y/N, and the other one - Danielle- was the same high as her, both of them cute but very pretty, Y/N was starting to get annoyed about how pretty everyone there was.

She gave the girls a minimal smile.

"I'm Y/N" she said, for some reason, a little serious, maybe because of that gross scene she saw before.

"I heard you're Australian" Danielle said first. Dhe had a very sweet voice. "So is Hanni".

Y/N looked at the shorter one a little surprised. She didn't looked foreign at all.

"Really?" she sighed in relief "its really nice to find someone from where I came".

Hanni smiled, and nodded.

"You have a way better korean than I had when I get here" she joked and y/n smiled a little, thankful for the compliment.

Danielle looked at some girls that were behind her.

"Those weirdos here are our best friends, Hyein and Haerin, they're a little shy." She said, pointing at them, so y/n could see.

Y/N recognized one of the girls, the tall one was the one she saw hiding behind the walls yesterday, the other one had such a pretty face, she looked so shy when Y/N glared at her.

Y/N just waved at them, but both just seemed to blush hard. She smiled a little, trying to understand.

"Cute" y/n said, smiling at how both were apparently whispering to each other about her.

"Let's be friends!" Danielle said out of nothing, taking one of Y/N's hands.

"Calm down Dani" Hanni said, looking at the friend who looked too excited to care.

"Sooo, how do you feel, being new in a new country?" Danielle said, taking some steps back, a little embarassed

"Well" y/n said, thinking about it. "It's nice, I'm just little bad at Korean" she joked, choosing not to say how hard it has being for her.

"Don't worry" Hanni said, smiling at her. "You already great at it".

Y/N felt so good about that conversation, it was so fun when Danielle asked for her number, she looked so excited for some reason. And it was so funny that as soon as Danielle asked for it, Hyein asked Y/N if she could text her too. They were really cute.

"Oh, you only have to meet Minji now" Hanni said, taking Danielle's and Y/N attention. Mo Jihye looked at Hanni with a weird expression and the shorter just raised an eyebrow.

"She seens busy tho" Wonyoung said, looking at Minji and then looking at Y/N, watching her expressions by the scene of Minji closely talking to the boy.

For some reason Y/N couldn't take her eyes out of them tho, she felt dizzy for no reason at all.

"They make a good couple" y/n said, automatically hearing a few laughs from the taller girl - Hyein - who was quietly listening to the conversation next to Haerin. "Did I said something I shoudn't?" She asked the girl.

Hyein seemed too stunned to speak. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, then she finally said.

"Minji unnie and him are not a couple" she said, shyly.

"Yet" Haerin said by side louder than she expected, Y/N looked at her and she just blushed, looking at every direction but hers.

After some good laughs the rest of the night was really funny. Y/N had so much fun, she asked all the girl's number so they could talk lately. She thought Haerin and Hyein would pass out at how red their face got when she asked them. Y/N couldn't get tired of how cute they were.

Eventually, some of the girls were going home and gave their last goodbyes. Y/N hugged all the new friends she made.

During it tho, she felt her back burning and when she turned all she could see was Minji's eyes flaming in her direction.

Now it was only her and Hanni, her dad just texted saying he was about to arrive when y/n was saying goodbye to the short one.

She smiled at Hanni, but the back of her neck prickled when she heard footsteps approaching and someone whispering sarcastically next to her.

"Hanni unnie, I see that you made a new friend" she said, taking the girls attention.

Minji was close to Y/N, and maybe she shouldn't be so close to her, because, when Y/N turned back, her body just stumbled at the drink Minji was holding in her hand, pouring all the green liquid over the two, leaving them soaked.

"Oh, shit" Hanni said, watching both of the girls get all wet because of the - now second - accident they have.

All the girls let out are exclamations of surprise. Minji outraged face were looking at her shirt all wet. Y/N situation wasn't the best also, the drink entered through her blouse, wetting her entire torso.

Y/N looked at Minji, who was frozed. Hanni walked away saying she would get some napkins from a nearby stall to help them. It was just an accident, but Y/N felt so bad about it.

She took of a handkerchief from her pocket, approaching Minji to help her clean her shirt. Her attitude was unexpected by Minji, suddenly, Y/N was so close to her that Minji could feel her breath on her face. Minji shivered a little, she couldn't tell if it was because of the cold drink itself, or if it was because of the intense look that Y/N was giving at her shirt, so focused that she didn't even realized how close they were.

Trying to do her best to dry her shirt, Y/N opened her mouth to apologize but it was too late, Minji were already fumy. And when Y/N finally looked to Minji's face, so close that the other could see the details in her orbits, all Minji did was to roll her eyes.

"Why don't you just go back to your country?" She whispered, making Y/N let go off the girl's wet shirt she was trying to clean, and take two steps back, staring at Minji with pure shock, while all Minji did was to walk away from her, leaving a confused Y/N behind.

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#minji imagines #minji x reader #newjeans imagines #newjeans scenarios #newjeans x reader #kim minji #minji new jeans #nwjns minji

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 10 months

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I don't know if you already answered this so feel free to ignore.

What is your thoughts on Yu Ziyuan? am I the only one that thinks fandon defence of her saying she is just the typical Asian tiger mom is insulting to Asian mothers? You can be strict and not be abusive and guess what? YZ is not it.

Hell the author themselves made an entire chapter to say that she took things too far too often against a single person to be simple discipline towards a disciple. It was personal and she took great pleasure in it, just bc WY decides to stay despite his treatment doesn't make it any less horrible.

Am i the only one that thinks she only accepted WC orders to whip WY because she always took any chance to do so? That if Wang Lingjao hadn't mentioned she would have to be subservient to someone of lower class she would have gleefully cut off WYs hand and not reacted at all to the Wen invasion?

That in her last moments she made sure to remind WY one last time that he would be nothing but a servant to her, to tie him with a last wish so he would have the moral obligation to give up everything to JC like a proper servant should? I wholly believe part of her sudden tenderness to JC in her last goodbye was to also rub in WY face not only what he never had but what JC was losing just to rub salt in the wound.

Just, in what universe does people see a girlboss misunderstood by the world and its sexism? sometimes i think i read the wrong books or saw a different show... am i really the only one that sees this?

Good evening anon, I've been sitting on this a bit as I was weighing how exactly to answer this coherently. So, for the short answer; I do not like her as a character nor is she supposed to be seen as anything deeper than what she is. A terrible mother and person who let resentment rule her.

The Long Answer: She is not misunderstood, she is very easy to break down. She was a jealous youth who actively agreed to a marriage where the fiancé was already lukewarm to her disposition and continued to cast blame on Cangse Sanren stealing something she never had. Note as well, as she was the one to force a marriage and insisted on this even after Cangse Sanren had married Wei Changze. She is selfish and entitled. This carries over to how she treats her children, she is not happy with her own self, so she hyper focused on the flaws she instilled within Jiang Cheng. Instead of actually supporting him as a mother should, she insults him and instead of love she actively despises and insults her own child. This is not a healthy parental figure. She was hardly there enough obviously to even think of offering care and love in a very negligent household. She laughs instead when Wei Wuxian is brought in she is more concerned about being proven right about adding another child into the household will disrupt their already volatile dislike of each other.

Not once does she praise her children she fixates on despising Wei Wuxian and being annoyed he is able to be talented naturally so much she constantly pits her son against him herself and encourages that resentment to grow in him. She does not care about anything other than her own festering hate, and sure as hell never nurtured her own with love. She is miserable, pathetic and no whatever love she may have held for Jiang Cheng was toxic and all the worse to him as she never uplifted him as an actual loving parent should.

Her treatment of Wei Wuxian is certainly just as vile given he wasn't even her own yet she stayed forever jealous all over her own stories that exasperated her own hate for Cangse Sanren and superimposed that to Wei Wuxian. She has no excuse for her treatment of any of the children under her household. Hate is a sad way to live and end life, and it stops being sympathetic when she lived and died garnering the feelings and reactions she earned with it.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #I hate madam yu #sad poor woman my ass

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ashwhowrites · 2 years

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could i possibly please request steve harrington x fem!reader with 7, 8, and 41 from the angst list? I’d love if reader had abandonment issues and it somehow ends well, but I don’t wanna be too picky so whatever inspires you is perfect!!

Of course, you can! And no worries! I will try my best to give it a happy ending. If this is not what you wanted, let me know so I can rewrite it!!

“Even when you’re next to me, it feels like you’re miles away.”

“I’m sick of missing you when you’re right here.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”

He could feel it. She was pulling away from him again. Some nights they cuddle close and feel more in love than ever, but some nights he feels like she's miles away. He doesn't want to pressure her to talk, but the silence has been killing him. Her touch wasn't warm anymore, her voice was always on edge, and she didn't make time for him anymore.

It was date night, so Steve decided he was going to talk with her tonight, even if she didn't want to. It may cause a fight because she does not like to get pushed around, but he couldn't take it anymore. The second she walked in, he fired away. “Okay, we are talking about this. What's going on? "

He was met with a confused expression and a shrug, "Nothing is going on." She lied through her teeth, again. Steve wasn't going to accept this answer anymore.

Something is wrong. "No Y/N, talk to me. You are distant. Even when you're right next to me, it feels like you're miles away. " He was gentle. He didn't want her to think he was mad at her; he was just worried and anxious. She let out a loud sigh, not a good sign.

"Steve, I told you nothing is going on, so drop it." She was getting mad, but he'd never get through to her if he didn't push her further. He wasn't going to give up. "I'm not dropping it, fucking talk to me. Stop pushing me away. I'm your goddamn boyfriend and you treat me like a stranger. " He knew it and she knew it. His anger was getting the best of him. Anger rose in his throat when he saw her roll her eyes.

"God Steve, you are being so dramatic. Nothing is wrong. I'm not distant. You are picking a fight so you can get mad at me. You want it to feel easier to leave me, so you don't have to feel guilty. "

There it was, she cracked. Steve's heart broke hearing her say he'd leave her. He walked up to her and cupped her cheeks. Tears were running down her face. "Baby no, I'm worried about you and want you to talk to me. I don't want to fight and I don't want to leave. "

She wished she could believe him, but the voice in her head was telling her he was lying. He didn't care about her; it was a game. He'd get what he wanted, and he'd be out the door just like the rest.

“Yeah, right Steve, I'm sure you'd be happy if I just let you go. You'd probably just run right back to Nancy, wouldn't you?” That was a low blow, and she knew it. She didn't take the time to feel guilty. She was digging a hole and she planned to lie in it.

Steve was taken back by the blow. His hands dropped from her face. His worry and anxiety faded. Anger filled his veins. "That's not fair, and not true at all. Nancy and I are done. " His tone was no longer gentle or cautious. She wanted to fight dirty. He'd go down to her level too.

"Like it was over when you kissed her?" Another low blow. One is even worse than the other.

"You don't get to throw that in my face."

That kiss was a mistake on his part. Y/N and he had their first fight. He was worried she didn't care about him and that he was going into something to get his heart broken. He turned to Nancy for comfort, and they kissed. Y/N and Steve fought about it for weeks, until they realized life hurt too much without each other. She found it in her heart to forgive him and vowed to leave it in the past. The future was focused on them only. Yet here she was, finding anything in her power to make him leave. It would make it easier for her to hate him, so it wouldn't have to hurt as badly.

She was getting what she wanted. She could see Steve was getting pissed off. Seconds away from letting his true thoughts out, she wanted it. She wanted him to blow up on her. She wanted him to hurt her so deeply that she had a real reason to make him leave. If she could get him to leave her on her own, it'd hurt less than if he chose to do it.

Then it happened. Steve cracked. His loud voice boomed off the walls and echoed in her empty head. "You know what? Have you ever thought you were the problem? All these people keep leaving you, and you act all surprised. You play the victim and make everyone else the bad guy. I'm not a bad guy and I'm sick of you trying to make me out to be one. No one ever told you Y/N. You are the issue here. You push and push, and once they snap, you cry and make everyone feel bad for you. "

She knew he was right; he saw through her actions. The tears were flowing heavily now. She could see Steve's anger fading, sadness filling his body. She hated it. He wasn't supposed to feel bad. He was supposed to leave in a fit of anger. Yet here he was, walking up to her and cradling her in his arms. "No, Steve, no." She tried to push him away, but he refused to budge. It made her feel even worse. Steve was here showing her he was better than everyone she had ever loved, and she was treating him the same way she treated them.

"I'm so sorry," she broke down, hugging him back. Sobbing harder now. Steve shushed her with a kiss on her forehead. "Just talk to me," he pleaded. He led her to the couch and sat her on his lap. He hugged her close. He whispered softly, "I'm sick of missing you when you're right here."

Her heart clenched at his words. He deserved better than this. She quickly pulled him in for a wet kiss. She smashed herself into him as hard as she could. She didn't want to admit it, but she was craving him even more than ever. She knew she was distant. It hurt her as badly as it did him. He happily kissed her back. full of passion and love.

"You're right. I have abandonment issues, and sometimes when things seem to be going too well, I try to ruin them. I'm trying to make everyone run before I can fall in love with them, but I'm scared I'm already too late. I think I'm in love with you. " She apologized. She was scared it was too soon for the conversation of love to be floating around. But Steve didn't waste a second. He grabbed the floating word and planted it deep in the soil, strong roots not going anywhere.

"I'm in love with you too. I'm not going anywhere. " And they kissed again. Both hearts were healed and beating for one another. Maybe being in love wasn't too bad. And she never wanted Steve to leave.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve stranger things #steve harrington angst #steve harrington angst x reader #steve harrington fluf

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