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hcneymooners · 10 days ago

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౨ৎ summer slasher!pazzi: the finale.

best friends to lovers!pazzi. men & minors dni.

🫀⋆ you're at the end. turn back .ᐟ .ᐟ

cw: high gore (final showdown), blood, violence, typical horror disturbances, misplaced sexual tension, psyopathic behavior, morally ambiguous!p, morally ambiguous!a, the power of lesbians vs a mass murderer, unhealthy relationships bc it's a horror au, codependence, obsession.

notes: i genuinely thought you guys would bury me alive if i didn't post this, so here you go. i hope you enjoy. for all the threats i was getting, i better see some reactions in my inbox tonight! in all seriousness though, thank you for being here.

love you.

it turns out that even if your best friend is a killer, it will destroy you when she dies. it seems people you love are still people you love, even at their worst.

azzi doesn’t realize how much she has seen paige as infallible until now. her hands shake as she runs them over paige’s blonde hair, the blood soaking it so dark that the strands appear white. paige’s eyes are so blue, so bright in the cold call of the sun as she stares into nothing. there is so much blood, so much fluid leaving her from the neat slashes beneath her sternum.

her ribs peek through, the white bone arcing gracefully like dancers’ legs, curved in a reverent kneel around the pulp of her heart.

azzi doesn’t know where they are. when she looks up, eyes wild and wide, she can only see an aching, open forest. it was as if the two of them had been on a private anabasis, marching inland to something she was unsure of now. her throat burns as if she has been screaming, but when she lifts a hand to her mouth, she doesn’t find it open—she only feels the plump, even line of their closure.

her hands are shaking and covered in red. she reaches down and picks up paige’s head, which lolls like a broken doll. azzi’s grip keeps slipping, the crimson spray of blood across paige’s shirt and the base of her neck making it impossible to hold on.

finally, a sound leaves her.

it’s a horrible rattle, a combination of death and grief. azzi chokes it out, her back snapping outward as she leans over paige’s body and keens. she is nothing but an animal now—nothing but a pit of loss and rage. with a hand still on paige’s cheek, azzi glances up. she’s searching.

ashlynn must be here. she must be.

who else would be the killer?

as she turns to look in a new direction, something flashes—a hot arc of light. azzi stumbles to her feet and is surprised to feel the earth beneath them. when she peers down, she sees they are bare, her brown skin pressed into the rotting, maggotted soil. she doesn’t have any more energy to be horrified.

she pushes through the thrush and works toward that bouncing sphere of light. every step away from the woman on the forest floor behind her, away from the woman she loves, feels like glass cutting through her skin.

it is salt in the wound to leave her behind. it is a slow-burning; it’s an unforgivable evil.

but she reaches her destination, despite the pain. she is not clear about what she expected to find. maybe ashlynn—her knife siphoning the light like the leech she is, her weapon an extension of her parasitic life.

but it’s not.

azzi finds nothing but a mirror.

its body is long. its surface ripples like skin beneath a pulse.

she stares into it, desperate for answers. nothing is there except for herself: bloodied, bruised, and broken. she grits her teeth and tucks a shrill shriek of rage behind them.

she swallows down her terror. swallows down her mindless hatred. tries to taste only the love—the drive of paige’s death—tries to make it sweet.

and then, she sees something rise behind her.

a horrible, dark figure rises silently from the ground. she knows what it is. the knowledge snakes deep into her chest and coils in her stomach. this is paige’s killer. the creature that took her without remorse.

she has nothing to fight with except her bare hands. but still, azzi turns to face it. to face her.

she is hot-blooded. ripened by her anguish.

and then—she goes cold. because—

azzi is staring at herself.

behind her, the mirror stills. it has given her her answer.

𓇼

azzi jerks awake.

no scream. no gasp. just the sudden, animal twitch of her limbs like something’s been severed inside her.

she lies there for a second, disoriented. the air is too still. her chest heaves once, twice, but no sound escapes her. she’s soaked in sweat, the sheets clinging to her ribs, the echo of a scream trapped in her throat like a swallowed bullet.

she turns. slowly. like her body has a gravity it hadn’t before. she shifts beneath the blankets, knee brushing warm skin, and then she sees her.

paige.

on her back, sleeping deep, with one arm thrown above her head. her hair is a mess across the pillow. her face is soft, the tension of living drained from it in sleep. there’s a damp spot just at her collarbone where azzi must’ve cried into her in the night without knowing.

azzi stares. her own hands are trembling. there’s no blood on them now, no forest rot under her nails, but she still feels it. she still sees the wet gleam of paige’s ribs and the arc of bone cradling the red, weeping muscle.

she shifts forward, almost timidly, and crawls on top of her. her weight settles gently on paige’s hips, and she leans down, hands smoothing back the loose blonde strands. one at a time. every strand is a prayer. out of the two of them, paige is the religious one, but azzi still tucks paige’s name behind her teeth for protection.

she thinks about paige’s connection to god more often since discovering that paige could kill people without a hitch in her breath. she wonders if the avowed faith is more about penance than true belief. maybe there is room for both.

(paige understood that god was real when azzi saw the monster of her and did not scream. only unearthly hands could have made such a kind, forgiving heart.)

she presses her face into paige’s neck. breathes her in. the iron tang of her skin. the faint, dry vanilla sweetness of her shampoo. the heat of her pulse just beneath the surface.

paige stirs, brow furrowing slightly before her arms lift and fold around azzi’s waist. “you okay, mama?” she asks, voice sleep-rough and soft.

azzi doesn’t answer right away. she wants to. she opens her mouth. closes it again.

the dream still clings to her ribs like ivy. she can feel it in her gut, in the space behind her eyes, in the echo of her name shouted from far away. she can feel the end of something. like a bell that’s been ringing long before she heard it.

finally, she lifts her head and looks down at paige. her lips part, and this time the words come, low and fragile.

“this is going to change me.”

paige is quiet. just blinks at her for a long moment. then she reaches up, slides her hand into azzi’s hair, and cradles her.

“shh, baby,” she says. “just sleep.”

but azzi knows she won’t.

something in her has already broken loose.

𓇼 jana’s asleep on the couch. curled up in one of paige’s hoodies, headphones half-falling off, arms wrapped around her stomach like she is forcing her spirit to live inside of herself. azzi tucks the blanket up over her shoulder, gently, and when she picks up jana’s phone to place it on the charger, she sees that the younger girl is listening to morgan’s sleep playlist. she feels the familiar prick of tears, the sickly reawakening of grief in her legs and chest.

𓇼 she leaves a cup of tea on the table beside her. koshary shai, with a twist of mint. just how jana likes it.

𓇼 in the kitchen, the quiet is almost too loud. paige is on the floor with blueprints and maps, and two empty mugs already. her hair’s tied up. she looks like she hasn’t slept despite them pressing together last night. azzi doesn’t ask—she wasn’t able to sleep well after either.

𓇼 “she shouldn’t be here,” paige says, not looking up.

𓇼 “i know.” azzi’s voice is low, rocking with something she’s trying to keep under control. “but she has nowhere else. and i—i don’t want her anywhere else.”

𓇼 paige sighs. folds up a map like she’s trying not to rip it in half. “we should’ve told her. she deserves to know.”

𓇼 “and then what? she dies too?” azzi snaps, and then closes her eyes. quieter now: “i can’t let her be part of this. not again. she’s already struggling to live with…it.” she still can’t talk about morgan.

𓇼 paige watches her for a moment, something unreadable flickering across her face. then: “you were planning on going alone.”

𓇼 azzi doesn’t answer.

𓇼 “azzi,” paige says. and it sounds like she’s saying, please don’t die. azzi crouches beside her, takes paige’s face in both hands. her thumbs press softly beneath her eyes. “i keep having dreams of you dying, p. not like nightmares. more like… soft prophecies. i’m not psychic, but it has to mean something, right?”

𓇼 paige looks at her and then says, “it’s probably a manifestation of your trauma, az. i’ll be fine.”

𓇼 silence. outside, the wind shifts. azzi lets her go and walks away. she turns on the nespresso machine, which sits on the countertop, gleaming black in the weak sunlight, and brings it to life with a press of a button. “i don’t want to take the chance.”

𓇼 “azzi,” paige finally says. “i was willing to kill for you. i did kill for you. do you really think you’d make it out of this apartment without me right behind you? you’re smarter than that, ma.”

𓇼 moments like this one remind azzi that paige is—still—incredibly dangerous. she’s only barely tamed the beast inside her, has only trained it to heel beneath azzi’s hand.

𓇼 in the other room, jana stirs. her tea goes cold.

but of course, ashlynn is always one step ahead. azzi has to hand it to the bitch: she’s evil with a true purpose.

the basketball court is eerily beautiful at night. quiet and sacred. the polished hardwood catches slivers of moonlight filtering through the high windows, creating long, creeping shadows that stretch across the floor like abstract fingers.

it’s easy to slip in and be alone inside of it. everyone else left after morgan died, and those who stayed wouldn’t have left their rooms even if offered a million dollars.

paige had insisted they come. i need to clear my head, she'd said, and azzi had, like always, understood. basketball is paige's ritual, her form of meditation. the steady rhythm of the ball hitting the floor grounds her in ways little else could.

azzi watches from the lowest bleacher, small and still. paige runs drills like she's trying to outpace death. dribble. step. shoot. each motion lands with ghostlike precision. the ball arcs clean, kisses the net with a sound softer than breath.

“you’re still favoring your right,” azzi calls out, voice too light for what she’s carrying.

paige catches the rebound, pauses. gives a half-smile that doesn’t touch her eyes. “old habits.”

die hard, azzi finishes in her head. she doesn't smile back.

overhead, the fluorescents hum like dying bees, casting everything in a bleak, clinical glow. the emptiness of the gym amplifies every sound: the squeak of paige's shoes against hardwood, the hollow tremble of the rim as the ball beat against it. their words hang strangely, echoing back warped.

azzi checks her phone. no new messages. no calls. no blue dot from jana. her stomach knots. she’d made the girl promise, promise, to stay in, to lock everything. the girl had argued—of course she had—but eventually relented when azzi's voice cracked with a shrill squeak of desperation.

"she'll be fine, baby," paige says, reading the emotions off her body like a book. "she's smart."

"she's coping," azzi counters sharply. "there's a difference."

paige nods, slow. you aren’t yourself when you deal with grief. it makes a beast out of your nerves. it is easy to act out, to slip into a version of yourself warped grossly by your loss. jana is capable of anything during this time, plagued by a deep, miserable irrationality.

they all are.

the ball balances on paige’s long fingertips for a moment before she sends it spinning up toward the basket again. swish.

that's when azzi feels it. not a sound, not a sight. just a pressure. like the gym is inhaling. her spine prickles. her body knows before she does. she's developed a sixth sense for danger these past months, an animal awareness that prickles along her blood. her gaze darts to the shadows that gather in the corners of the gym, the observation deck above, and the corridor leading to the locker rooms.

“p,” she says. barely.

paige stills mid-dribble. doesn't turn. doesn't ask. but azzi sees the shift in her shoulders. she felt it too.

“paige, we need to go.” azzi stands. her hands won’t stop shaking.

the lights flicker once. twice. then plunge them into darkness.

azzi doesn’t think. she only moves instinctively toward where she last saw paige. her arms cut through the dark. her body is pulsing with an unnamed energy. she’s not calling out. sound feels like a risk now. her fingers graze skin, and paige catches her fast.

their fingers connect and tangle, hold. paige pulls her closer, their bodies pressing together in the dark. azzi’s body, ever uncontrollable, warms slowly as it registers their proximity. azzi exhales against the curve of paige’s neck, breath hot with fear. her lips brush bare skin, sweat-slicked. paige’s hands find her waist, urgent, grounding.

“emergency exit,” paige whispers, her mouth against azzi’s ear. “we’re gonna move slow, okay, mama?”

they begin.

one step. two. it’s as if they’re dancing.

the dark feels alive. the court groans under them.

ten steps. maybe more. time is liquid here. the silence crushes.

then, a sound. metal screeching against metal.

a lock clicks into place.

then another.

another.

“she’s sealing us in,” azzi moans. paige’s body is so tense it could be stone. they stop their migration, unsure now.

and then,

“i always hated that stupid bracelet.”

the voice sings through the dark like a near bullet.

azzi stiffens. paige turns, shielding azzi instinctively.

“such a pathetic little charm. all that sentiment for something mass-produced.” the voice drips honey and venom. amused. almost tender. “you kept it, though. of course you did. you probably felt so good thinking you had it all figured out. god, i hate arrogance.”

silence.

then footsteps. slow. deliberate. from the direction of the locker rooms. the echo carries strangely in the dark gym, like the space itself is struggling to breathe. it does not want to release her.

they switch: azzi steps in front of paige because she’s the one closer to the heat of ashlynn’s evil. her body is trembling, but her hands are fists.

“ash,” she says into the dark, hoping to coax some memory of their history with the nickname. “you don’t have to do this.”

ashlynn laughs mockingly. the sound is so soft, so broken at the edges. “ash. god, you’re still so romantic. you still think this is about choice?”

the lights snap on. all at once. blinding white.

and there she is. standing near the half-court line, hands at her sides, head tilted like a question.

she looks wrong.

thinner than she was. more angular. her limbs are too long for her body, or maybe it’s just the way ashlynn holds herself, like a doll that’s been overextended at the joints. her skirt sways with every shift of weight: white, cheap pleats, bloodless. a cropped uconn jersey is taut over her ribs, the fabric faded and curling at the hem. there’s blush smeared along her cheekbones, or at least azzi prays it's blush. she doesn’t know how deep the violence runs in the other woman.

ashlynn’s lip gloss is smudged pink and sweet. she’s dressed up, azzi realizes with mounting horror.

ashlynn’s eyes are too wide. unblinking. like she’s seeing a vision none of them can.

“there was never a choice,” she says, voice now deadly quiet. “there was always only this.”

wings. it’s a match to the bracelet azzi found missing.

ashlynn notices her staring.

“oh,” she says, tilting her head further, mock-embarrassed. “you like it? it was a set. my mom got them for me. one for the wrist. one for the throat.” she touches the charm gently, like it’s precious. “guess she didn’t want me to forget how easily things can break.”

azzi’s throat tightens. the gym feels colder now.

“you killed her,” she whispers. “you killed morgan.”

ashlynn doesn’t flinch. she only sighs. patient. as if disappointed in a child.

“yes, that. god, that was awful, wasn’t it? it was supposed to be jana or, well, you.” azzi’s blood runs cold at the mention of jana. ashlynn watches her, her lips twitching. “morgan was an outlier. an unfortunate name added accidentally to the list. but despite whatever you’re thinking, i swear this is all for a very good reason.”

azzi feels paige’s hand on the small of her back, right in the middle. she tries to focus on it. ashlynn saunters closer. both girls step back.

“all they ever did was hog the light,” ashlynn says, walking forward steadily, slow and calm. it’s as if she's giving a lecture. “gold medals. scouts. scholarships. even in their failure, they were praised for being brave. strong. legendary. but there’s no room to grow in soil that’s already choked.”

she steps closer. her charm swings gently. again, the girls step back. ashlynn pauses, her eye twitching almost imperceptibly.

“someone had to rip out the roots.”

ashlynn finally stops, now a few feet away. looks directly at azzi. her eyes shine sickly. azzi can feel her words, her disregard for every life she’s spilled into an early grave, settle slow, stringy, and sticky inside of her. it clings to the ribs.

“you—you were supposed to be different,” she says. “a signal that things could change. that we didn’t have to keep worshipping the same ten girls forever. but azzi, you stayed small.”

her tone shifts again. silk-wrapped. almost pitying. she tilts her head, seems to smell azzi's disgust.

“i’m not a monster, azzi.” a soft shrug. “i’m only a gardener.”

and something in her smile twists like she believes it. like it wasn’t pain she inflicted on real people, only a kind of pruning.

only love, in its most warped, most desperate form.

azzi suddenly becomes aware of how much her body is showing. she’d only thrown on an oversized, black zip-up hoodie over an unforgiving sports bra and low-rise cotton shorts. they were from adidas, vintage soccer style ones that ashlynn had gifted her just last year. i thought you’d look so good in these, she’d said.

azzi wonders if she’d thought of her dying in them, too.

ashlynn paces closer. her voice is still lilting, syrup-sweet.

“you know, you should’ve thanked me. i carved a space for you. you could’ve led.”

azzi’s voice is steady, but there's a tremble at the edges. “you didn’t make space. you made graves.”

a beat. ashlynn’s smile flickers. falters. that wasn’t the response she wanted. that wasn’t in the script.

then, paige steps forward. she easily maneuvers azzi to the side. she can see the coil of ashlynn’s body, that same killer’s rise that she houses in her own.

“bullshit,” she says coldly. “you’re a fucking coward. you don’t have the talent, so you’re cutting the real players up? come on, ash, that’s pathetic.”

ashlynn closes her eyes and cracks her neck. she speaks with her eyes still shut. “and you. god, we could’ve been great together. then, you had to go and get all moral about it. ‘nah, azzi is off limits.’” the impression of paige drips with derision. ashlynn’s eyes open. “why do you always have to be the fucking hero, bueckers?”

paige doesn’t flinch. “i didn't say all that. i know what i am. i’m not that deluded.”

ashlynn lunges—not for azzi, but for paige. swift as death.

but paige is ready. she ducks, somehow shoves azzi away, and ashlynn back, hard. azzi feels the air get knocked out of her as she falls to the floor, paige’s strength much more than she ever could have anticipated. her side hurts from where she’s hit the court, and she realizes just how softly paige has always treated her. even when she was being mean.

when she gathers enough strength to look back at where ashlynn is, she sees paige is managing to hold her own. there’s a moment where she even has her—back foot planted, adrenaline surging. she almost wins.

until ashlynn shifts direction, sharp and serpentine, like a dancer who missed a cue and made it part of the choreography. she feints toward where azzi sits stupidly on the ground and, of course, paige moves to intercept—too late.

ashlynn smiles, and azzi feels a horrible twisting ribbon of dread around her neck at the sight. she watches in slow motion as ashlynn whips back around and drives the blade in.

right under the ribs. the blood that follows is deep and red.

azzi screams.

the sound tears out of her like a rupture, and then there is only blood. blood, ruby and leaking, and the echo of metal. there is only paige, crumpling like the world stopped holding her up. azzi was a fool to think violence couldn’t reach her.

azzi scrambles forward, knees slamming the ground, hands skidding through something warm. she falls, slips as she pushes herself back up. her vision is thin and hot and wrong. she can’t hear anything except the pulse between her ears and paige gasping, trying to say her name through lips turning white at the corners. paige is still trying to be strong, her teeth grinding together as she lets out a pained groan.

azzi is going to kill her. she’s going to kill that fucking cunt.

“fuck,” azzi chokes. “okay. it’s okay. i’ve got you.”

she shrugs off her hoodie, blood on the sleeves already, and presses it hard against the wound. paige hisses, jaw clenched, but doesn’t pull away. azzi makes her hold it there.

“fuck, this shit hurts,” paige whispers. azzi lets out a weak laugh. “ah, shit.”

her blue-eyed gaze flickers over azzi’s shoulder. she reaches out, her free hand cupping azzi’s chin.

“look at me. azzi, look at me.”

azzi struggles to look away from the way her hoodie is becoming more and more soaked. her eyes are wide and glazed over. paige takes her hand away, slaps her. azzi gasps. not from the sting, but from the grief of it.

paige has never hit her before. not even once.

“sorry. ‘m so sorry, baby. but i need you to listen to me. you need to run.” she pushes past azzi’s strangled protest. “she wants to finish me off. it’ll keep her distracted, and it gives you a good chance.”

“p—” azzi begins, but paige cuts her off.

“you knew what this was, mama. i said the point was protecting you.” her gaze is hard. “this is it.”

azzi doesn’t answer. she’s somewhere else now. something else. her hands are soaked, sticky. her breath goes in sharp, shallow. paige’s blood is on her neck, her chest, her mouth maybe. it doesn’t matter.

“azzi, if you don’t fucking move, she’ll kill you too.”

azzi meets her eyes.

“she already tried.”

paige’s brow furrowed. azzi pressed her forehead against it. her lips parted, and the words ghosted out like smoke.

“do you remember seventh grade?”

𓇼 they were thirteen.

𓇼 paige never cried. not really. at least not when people could see her. she was the kind of girl who moved through the world like it owed her something sweet. so self-assured in a way that didn’t feel fair.

𓇼 she was perfectly coded. she knew exactly how to flick her ponytail and land a beautiful free throw. azzi had always watched her sideways, had memorized the slope of her smile and perfect nose.

𓇼 so when she found her behind the concession stand after practice one afternoon, sitting with her knees pulled up and her face red and wrecked, azzi had gone still.

𓇼 she knelt down. touched her. paige flinched.

𓇼 “it’s nothing,” paige said, laughing in that fake, strained way. “it’s stupid. that girl—whatever, man. it’s just words.” but there was a mark on her neck. a little welt like a thumb had pressed there, too hard.

𓇼 azzi didn’t ask. she just stood up and walked back toward the gym. past the vending machines, around the corner where the field shadows stretched long. she knew exactly who it was, who had done this. who kept doing this.

𓇼 amerie. eighth-grade cheerleader. lip gloss always too fucking pink. always looking at paige like she was—like she was something she could ruin. a small piece of meat that wouldn’t put up a fight between her teeth.

𓇼 she was behind the school alone, talking on the phone. azzi didn’t say a word. she grabbed her by the hair first.

𓇼 the phone went flying. amerie screamed once, short and stupid. then azzi slammed her to the ground—knees scraping, elbows cracking. she sat on her chest, legs pinned on either side, weight down hard like she wanted to be inside her ribcage.

𓇼 “you think you’re tough?” azzi said, breathing fast, too fast. amerie was clawing at her arms, crying now. “get off of me, you freak. what the hell—”

𓇼 azzi punched her. then again. then she dug her fingers into her cheeks, thumbs pushing up hard until amerie’s mouth split open at the corner.

𓇼“you like to call girls dykes?” she hissed. “you want to call paige that? huh? hurt her? make yourself feel big, bad, and strong?”

𓇼 the girl sobbed. azzi spit. she wasn’t sure if it was blood or bile or lip gloss on her tongue. azzi touched her own mouth, smearing whatever was there. then grabbed amerie’s chin and smeared it across her lips.

𓇼 “now you’re one too.”

𓇼 she leaned in close. maybe kissed her. maybe just hovered. she wanted her to remember this. her smell, her taste, the fear.

𓇼 “i’ll come back if you say her name again. and i swear to god, amerie, you’ll never forget mine.”

𓇼 and with that azzi stood, wiped her hands on her shorts. left the other girl curled on the asphalt, pink glitter gloss mingling with blood. she glanced down at her hands, saw the smear of dirt and glitter and blood.

𓇼 she sucked it off.

paige looked at her, her face pale from blood loss and now twisted in a mixture of surprise and something azzi couldn’t place. then, paige let out a long breath, and azzi understood.

it was desire.

“i never knew you did that. i just thought she’d finally fucked off.”

azzi smiled and leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss to paige’s mouth. paige moaned into it, and azzi felt a rush of pleasure at the idea that paige was called more to her than the shadow of death at her door. she almost lost her sense of the present, but then ashlynn shifted from where she was watching with an almost detached boredom, and the floor creaked.

azzi grew cold.

“stay down,” azzi murmured. her voice was glacial. “you always take it. let me do it this time. please. just stay.”

she pressed her cheek to paige’s temple. felt her nod.

she rose.

azzi’s eyes are wide, unfocused. her body was already wrecked, always had been. but something sharp is crawling back up through her.

she remembers the feel of skin giving beneath her knuckles. the split of a lip. what it feels like to mark someone and walk away.

that’s what ashlynn doesn’t understand.

azzi hasn’t survived because she’s strong. she’s survived because she’s mean when it counts. love has never softened her. in fact, love, and paige, were her triggers. she doesn’t feel the blood trailing down her own leg until she sees it, shiny against her thigh, a relic from paige's wound that she hadn’t registered.

her hoodie is a makeshift bandage, and she’s left in her sports bra, which clings to her ribs, soaked through with sweat. her shorts hang low. her whole body hums like a struck wire. carefully, azzi turns to look at ashlynn. azzi—bleeding, breath stuttering, heart thudding like a war drum—laughs.

ashlynn’s face contorts.

she hates being humiliated.

“you’re such a piece of shit, ash,” azzi says. “on and off the court. you want me, but you can’t even make the proper effort to kill me. there’s always somebody else you go for.”

“tread carefully, az,” ashylynn says, her voice deceptively easy.

“or what?” azzi asks, head falling to the side like a dog. “you’re going to kill me? stab me? go ahead. at least then you’d finally fucking do something to me.”

ashlynn’s mouth twists into a sneer, and her hand tightens its grip around her blade. she wipes the strip of metal on the white of her skirt, the contrast jarring. azzi steps back, feet still slick. she moves toward the locker room.

“and here i was, trying to be nice and give the two of you a chance at saying goodbye,” ashlynn hisses. she’s moving away from paige. “this could’ve been sacred, azzi. you ruined it. again. but hey, at least you’ll be together in the end.”

azzi slides into a crouch, her body keyed up. she locks their gazes together, calls to the beast.

“eat shit, bitch.”

she turns and runs.

azzi knows she isn’t a fighter. but she also knows she wants a kill.

the lights flicker, buzzing and half-dead. steam coats the mirrors, and the floor is slick with water, blood, and shattered glass from a kicked-in fixture. she skidded into it when she burst into the room. somewhere, a towel drips blood into a puddle.

azzi is crouched low between lockers, her breath stuttering. she’s bleeding from her thigh, her side, her shoulder—flesh opened like peeled fruit. her hands are slick and shaking as she pulls another shard of glass from her side. it’s long and jagged, and her tattered skin flutters as she tugs it out like fleshy butterflies.

her shorts hang low on her hips, threatening to fall right off. her v-line is soaked. her sports bra clings to her chest, black and wet and shining in the low light. from outside the door: a thud. then another. footsteps.

azzi’s vision narrows to a tunnel. the fluorescent lights above flicker like a dying star, casting fractured shadows across the locker room tile, smeared with blood. hers, probably paige’s, maybe even someone else’s. who knows how long ashlynn has been here?

the air reeks of sweat and iron. her eyes are burning. her bare feet slip slightly as she takes one step forward, then another. she carefully snags the towel on the floor, wrapping it around the bottom of the piece of glass she just pulled from her side. she stands there with her makeshift blade trembling in her hand.

ashlynn moves like a ghost. calm. confident. as if none of this matters.

“she told you to run,” ashlynn calls out, her voice syrup-slow, tilting her head like a curious predator. “you should’ve listened.”

azzi doesn’t answer. she can’t. every word lodges in her throat behind a scream that hasn’t broken free. she pauses, closes her eyes, licks her lips, and tries to place ashlynn’s location.

she takes a leap and lunges. she’s off.

the blade barely grazes ashlynn’s thigh. just enough to tear fabric. just enough to draw a bead of blood. enough to enrage her.

they crash into each other: teeth gritted, knees hammering into ribs, fingernails clawing through sweat-slick skin. ashlynn’s knife goes spinning across the tiles. gone. azzi doesn’t care.

she slams her shoulder into ashlynn’s sternum. the pain is immediate and electric, sharp enough to make her vision go white for a split second, but she doesn’t stop. doesn’t stop when her elbow cracks against the corner of a bench. doesn’t stop when ashlynn swings the bat—where the absolute fuck did that come from?—and beats it against her forearm. doesn’t stop when the bone splits like a breaking tree branch.

azzi keeps going.

not because she thinks she’s primed to win. but because she refuses to lose.

they end up near the showers, and ashlynn uses azzi’s weight against her, slams her hard into a wall of mirrors and porcelain sinks. azzi feels an army of glass go into her, and she shrieks. ashlynn’s smile nearly overtakes her face. her teeth are pink with her lip gloss.

blood slicks the floor. they fall into it. slide in it. roll.

ashlynn is strong. but azzi is meaner.

azzi headbutts her. a sickening crunch. blood gushes from ashlynn’s nose. she rears back, and azzi strikes again. ashlynn catches her this time, pushes her back, and kicks her hard in the ribs. glass pushes in. azzi lets loose a horrible wail of pain.

god, she hopes paige can’t hear her.

“you’re not like her,” ashlynn hisses as she pins azzi to the floor, their limbs tangled in blood and water and broken tile. “you’re soft. paige is out there, gurgling like a pitiful little insect. she’s killed for you. and you? you can’t even protect yourself.”

azzi meets her eyes. something dead and ancient opens in her chest.

“you’re right,” she says, her voice flat. “i’m not like her. i’m not even like you.”

her eyes slide down to her thigh, to where a jagged chunk of mirror is protruding at a grotesque angle. her hand closes around it. she screams, raw and loud, as she drags it out.

the world tilts.

azzi grits her teeth, sobbing through the pain as she finally frees the shard and slashes it across ashlynn’s neck.

the sound ashlynn makes isn’t human. it’s not like she was one.

“i’m worse,” azzi finishes, her voice monotonous. she’s an animal now.

blood sprays across the wall. ashlynn gurgles. falls back. grabs her throat. tries to stand. but azzi tackles her. ashlynn worms her way out, still desperate to keep going.

azzi is so fucking tired of her.

somehow, the fight spills into the gym. azzi barely registers her surroundings anymore. it’s all just shapes and echoes and blood. the bat has been dropped. the wood shines red and begging.

azzi picks it up with her broken arm, pain lighting up her nerves like fireworks. doesn’t matter. she spits blood from her mouth, tilting her head back to breathe.

ashlynn is up. she’s stumbling. gasping.

rage floods azzi. she pushes herself forward, steps slow and heavy. she is aware of paige just off to the side, her body writhing to life as she sees the ways in which azzi is destroyed. the gym lights are strobing, or maybe that’s just azzi’s vision going in and out.

ashlynn is swaying. still moving. still swinging. so determined not to die.

azzi follows. she is her harbinger.

she hefts the bat. cocks her shoulder back and raises it high. her shadow elongates past ashlynn’s bloody, burbling body.

here they are—framed center court. azzi stands, slick with gore and sweat, chest heaving. her body is shaking, the bat trembling in the air. she’s frozen for only a moment. not with fear, but with the aftershocks of violence, like a bell still ringing long after the strike.

she looks savage. beautiful.

her shorts ride low on her hips, exposing more bruises than skin. patches of raw flesh bloom across her thighs and abdomen; a cruel constellation of survival. her stomach rises and falls sharply. blood traces the curve of her spine.

her mouth parts, lips raw, a streak of crimson trailing down her jawline like war paint. her eyes are half-wild, rimmed with salt and pain.

she is radiant.

she is herself, finally.

behind her, paige coughs, wet and broken. azzi doesn’t turn. she’s focused, but she can feel her. she knows paige is still on the ground because she made her promise to stay down. to let her fight. to let her win.

ashlynn turns, her knees beginning to buckle. her eyes widen. there’s a flicker of fear. azzi’s face twists into a snarl. her teeth flash, and she swings.

the first strike lands in the ribs. the crack is beautiful. next swing: the side of the head. then the shoulder.

the bat rises and falls. again.

and again.

she beats ashlynn down with everything she has.

azzi is screaming now. she doesn’t remember starting. the raw, bestial sound claws out of her chest. she drops the bat mid-roar and keeps going. keeps wailing like her body has become a speaker for everything she ever buried.

her grief. her love. her shame. her fear. her rage. it all comes up at once, ripping through her like a second spine.

she screams until her throat gives out. until she vomits. she falls to her knees, hands holding her up as the bile falls. she looks up, remnants dripping from her mouth.

ashlynn is unmoving. she’s finally stayed down.

azzi looks away and blinks blood from her lashes.

behind her, paige lets out a rattle. it’s moist and weak.

azzi turns. her injuries scream. agony spears through her. still, she crawls over.

paige is alive, but barely. azzi begins to cry.

the doors crash open. the police—late as always. she wonders what finally clued them in.

sirens scream outside. floodlights streak in through broken windows, blue and red flashing against the blood-slicked floor. a crowd is gathered just inside the gym entrance: cops, students, and jana, stunned and silent.

azzi stands, heaving.

she steps forward, bare feet flexing, each move unsteady but deliberate, like her body weighs more now. her breath drags out in short, shattered exhales.

“mmm,” she moans, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from fainting.

she places herself in front of paige.

one step. then another. she turns to the crowd.

her eyes lock with theirs. someone is sobbing. someone else whispers her name like they barely recognize her. in azzi’s face: no remorse. no apology. only choice.

the bat glints on the floor next to what used to be ashlynn, still wet.

azzi raises her hands, palms open. blood pools in the creases. her arms shake.

she’s drawn the line. they can think what they want.

azzi’s already decided.

paige is trying to sit up, always trying to take the fall for her. but azzi is different now.

but she doesn’t mind.

she will do anything to keep paige alive. to keep them both alive.

final girl stands alone. one killer behind her. one in front. she loves the one behind. their instincts are twinned. the other is gone. final girl has survived. but there is no peace inside her. only the hum of violence, like rabid bees. there is an aftertaste. almost holy. final girl with her blood-stained hands in the sudden silence. final girl declares: i did this. i would do it again. i had to choose, and i will always choose her. final girl stands cut open. many things bleed out. from her: a red river of love, but no peace.

𓇼 the hospital is quiet at 3 a.m. everything is bleached and humming.

𓇼 paige has a private room. no visitors allowed for now. but rules don’t apply to girls who almost died for each other.

𓇼 azzi’s got six stitches along her ribs, butterfly bandages blooming down her forearms where glass sliced her open. her body is stiff as she rises. a nurse tried to stop her from leaving her bed. azzi didn’t stop walking.

𓇼 she finds paige propped up in bed, pale but awake, one arm bandaged tightly against her body. the stab wound missed anything fatal by an inch. azzi has replayed that inch in her head a thousand times.

𓇼 paige blinks as if to check if she’s dreaming when azzi shuffles inside. “hey, princess,” she says. soft, so soft.

𓇼 azzi doesn’t speak. she just crawls in beside her, every joint aching. she presses her face into paige’s shoulder, careful not to touch the dressing, and exhales for what feels like the first time in days.

𓇼 paige tips her chin, kisses azzi’s hair. “i’m so proud of you, mama,” she whispers. “thank you for saving my life.”

𓇼 azzi barely breathes. paige pretends not to notice her hospital gown growing wet. “you’d do the same for me.” it’s quiet. not solemn. bone-deep.

𓇼 then paige mutters, “she got me early. she knew i’d shut that shit down.” azzi huffs, a crooked little laugh. “i am so gonna fuck you when we get out of here.”

𓇼 paige blinks, surprised, then breaks into a smile. “yo, chill,” she grins, hand curling into azzi’s. azzi smiles too, but paige can see through it. this is all bravado.

𓇼 they lie there a long time, and eventually paige falls asleep. azzi listens to the monitor beep steadily in the dark.

𓇼 she brings a hand up to her neck, where the sleek gold evil eye jana got them both for protection glints against her collarbone.

whether it’s that—or paige’s lips dragging across her throat—that’s the only line azzi wants drawn across her neck.

#mine ; 🐎.#pazzi slasher au.#pazzi #pazzi fics #paige x azzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconn wbb #uconn huskies

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clamped-jaws · 29 days ago

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a/n: 18+ content below (kinda smut but not really but something that’s in between??) also i did not proof read at all sorry lol. 🫀🦂🪽

frank feels bad for keeping you holed up in a motel.

where sleeping on the mattress bare bones is better than the blankets “housekeeping” claimed to have had just finished up. where you have to beat against the ac just to get a semi-feeling of relief that came in the form of outside exhibition. but he keeps you there for your own good, half expects you to sleep the day away like a well-worn cat or swim in the shitty community pool that’s all full of half-baked residents and smashed-up beer cans.

you like the road more, you’ve decided that now. because there at least frank doesn’t have the excuse of going somewhere and being able to leave you behind like a man does their family dog on a trip to the grocery store. the life wasn’t easy. but it was yours. and in that, the extension of frank it meant that this life was safe. but when he comes back, he makes it all worth it.

you’re there, flicking cards into a hat across the mislabeled king-sized sanctuary because as it is you were done with the pool for the day. even after your shower, hair sticking to your back as beads of water trickle down your forehead. every swipe of your hand has amalgamated into you peeling your tank off as some sort of a reprieve. and he comes in thinking you’ll smile at him, but you don’t. you’re angry. this is the first time in four days you’ve seen him…you were worried, but now you just wanna fucking kill him.

and he hates making you feel that way.

that you need to care about him, make him feel like he’s actually needed besides what he’s already given. so he tries to do what frank does best when you’re like this. he throws off his boots, and kisses up your legs making you warmer than you already are. the sound of his body coming up against the bed as it dips and springs back up with a harshness you know all too well. “m’sorry sweetheart.” he mutters it into your skin like you’ll believe it this time like you always do. but you’re still playing your monotonous game of cards, trying to fight the battle inside your mind of wanting to have frank completely jump your bones and make you forget all that you’d been feeling.

you chew the inside of your lip instead of responding because you know if you do…you’ll break. cradle him in your arms and let him caress you till you're in his chest talking about all you’ve been feeling and wanting. of course though, you don’t wanna do that, don’t think he deserves it after he’s left you all alone after promising not to do that, you’re tied to what he is now, with whatever the hell he was a part of before. he said so.

you don’t know why you expected it to be true, that frank castle was anything but a liar. protection be damned, he knew what he was doing, how he made you feel. and you squirm when you realize he’s pulling your panties to the side, a harsh hiss comes from him and he’s looking up at you now. “can’t believe i left her all alone, you’ll forgive me won’t you?” and the thick motel room air hits your core and you let out a soft ghost of a groan before masking it with a cough. if frank hadn’t known better and wasn’t acutely aware of your body he wouldn’t have even noticed it. but you can’t let him win, can’t let him get away with the secrets and the missing days and you being stuck in this goddamn motel.

so you stay silent.

and he smacks his lips before coming up closer to you, peppering kisses on your core speaking up. “gotta make my girl feel better hm?” you sigh, your own body betraying you. “that what you want?”

he’s got you, he always manages to.

“fuck off frank.” you curse feeling that pit in your stomach, dropping more and more. like some sick rollercoaster ride, trapped in the seat waiting for the next loop, stomach going flat then full then flat again.

it’s this cat-and-mouse game, and you always end up in that damn trap, waiting to be eaten right up.

“at least i got you talkin’,” he mutters to himself with a smirk. he knows he’s gotta work for it, he’ll be there between your legs all night to make it better if he has to. there was no question about that.

#🦂 — doe!reader #frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle x doe!reader #frank castle smut #the punisher #sjbdkdnc lowkey hate this and might delete later

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visenyaism · 11 months ago

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🫧maidenpooled Follow

listen i know all kingsguard are bastards but jonquil darke put a cigarette out on me. i think i huave shivers

♟️redwhine

ok bootlicker. you know what she did

🫧maidenpooled Follow

boots not the only thing id lick

🌸queencrowned Follow

this could literally be me and my brother if it weren't for my bitch mom trying to send me to the other side of the fucking continent

🍒saerious

GIRL STAND UP

🤎bowlofbrown

doctrine of exceptionalism meatriders when someone asks them why 75% of dragonstone is blonde and me and half of flea bottom have gleaming amethyst eyes and/or beautiful delicate cheekbones

🥀maegorwife Follow

that's different...targaryens are literally divinely ordained by the seven to rule because they're stronger and better than us...that's why they have the dragons it is in their sanctified valyrian blood

🩸knifeinthedark

SO TRUE...THEY WANT TO ABOLISH THE RIGHT TO FIRST NIGHT BECAUSE OF WOKE. AND YET THEY STILL DO IT. BUT NO ONE CAN SAY ANYTHING ANYMORE OR THOSE GENDER-NEUTRAL DRAGONS WILL BURN YOUR KEEP DOWN

🤎bowlofbrown

cannot stand this fucking website. spending my last silver stag on tyroshi blue hair dye im not going to be associated with you people.

🍒saerious

oh so when maegor has seven wives he’s “aegon’s true son” and “cool” but when i have three boyfriends suddenly im a “whore”

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op i support you but they did call him “the cruel” for that it was a very important part of the story that he was in fact maegor “the cruel”

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🌗maidensgrace

doing all of this with a FAITH OF THE SEVEN URL...girl you better pick a hell and start hoping

#bring back the faith militant

❄️theythemderly

hey isn’t it weird that so many of the king’s children have suddenly and mysteriously died lately. under the care of the maesters. what if they’re planning something…,

🕯️glasscandled

ugh i wish🙄 speed that shit up fr

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me when im in a being dead combination and my opponents are jaehaerys' whole army of childraeyn of the corn

🙌fleabottomtop

yoooooooo theyre quarrelling again.

🙌fleabottomtop

alysanne targaryen if you're reading this i could change your life just give me one chance let me hit

🙌fleabottomtop

there are gold cloaks outside of my house

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the king chopped it off and sent him to the wall i fucking hate this place can't have SHIT in king's landing

🏵️floriansjonquil

hey has anyone seen princess gael. it's been literal months and she seems to have up and disappeared with no official announcement from the palace? would be the third female relative to go missing in the king's custody after aerea and saera....

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damn that's crazy. im sure shes fine though anyways i'm a big fan of this new road the king built theres a lot of nice new roads does anyone else like the roads

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day 18262 of not fighting the brackens. this is boring as fuckkkkk what am i supposed to do. pretend to care about the triarchy?

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kill yourself

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192.158.1.38. doxxed. get your dumbfuck horse breeder knights ready because our strongest and noblest raven warriors are on the way to your nasty ass keep right now bitch

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #imaginary tumblr user fleabottomtop is canon. and a time traveller. btw

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insomniadreamzz · 5 months ago

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hii may I request for a smut that's basically gp!jinx seeing her girlfriend, fem reader so motherly and practically glowing around their adopted daughter, isha. and that kinda awakens a sort of breeding fixation in jinx where she's like "we have to make isha more siblings." and she just really wants to get the reader pregnant and expand their little family

additionally, may I be 🫀 anon? :>

Why is this such a AMAZING idea 😭❤️ Anon Youre the best.

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G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader

Contains: G!P (ofc), smut, nsfw, fluff, mention of pregnancy

Also in this fic Jinx and reader have a proper home. Hideout too dangerous for little Isha 👀

Our little Family

Your life had changed since you and Jinx adopted Isha. Neither of you thought a little girl could change so much, making you both act softer, using your free time to look for Isha and play with her which always ended up in a laughing mess.

Jinx even changed. She got that happy spark in her pink eyes she hadn’t shown for a long time after Silco’s death.

She was on her way back home, only to find you and Isha playing happily in her nursery. Since Isha was mute, she only heard your voice talking. One thing Jinx noticed was how happy you are having her, the sight of you with Isha made Jinx think you are a good mother and she noticed you really glowed up in role of a mother. She was just standing by the door which was half open, observing you two without stepping inside, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful scene.

„Now, it’s time to go to bed it’s already late.“ You told Isha after finishing her favourite game, letting the small robot bugs fight which Jinx built.

Isha gave you a little pout but you just chuckled in response. „What? You won again, that’s a good thing isn’t it? Come on don’t gimme that look.“ You said, and Isha just sighed, smiling before giving you a hug and you hugged her back. „Imma read you a story okay?“ You suggest and Isha‘s eyes were glowing with happiness before climbing into her bed, ready for the good night story. You chuckled, happy you convinced her before getting into bed beside her. Isha nuzzled close to you, laying her little head on your chest and you began to read for her.

Jinx couldn’t stop her wide smile as she observed you two, making her think how beautiful it would be if you had your own kids and Isha having siblings to play with.

Soon you heard a little snoring in the middle of reading, stopping as you saw Isha fell deeply asleep, making you smile so bright before silently and carefully shifting away, placing a kiss on her forehead before putting the book away. As you turned to leave, you saw Jinx standing there, looking at you with a loving gaze.

„Hey there toots.“ She said with a low whisper, not wanting to wake Isha up.

„How long are you standing there?“ You asked with a raised eyebrow, closing the door silently behind you, feeling Jinx‘s hands cup your cheeks and placing a kiss on your lips, making you melt in her touch. „Long enough to see what a beautiful mother you are.“ She mentioned and a blush appears on your face. „Thank you…I really want to be a good mother to her and you are too.“ You said.

Later that evening you and Jinx are already in bed after having dinner together. You noticed Jinx was being lost in thoughts all evening but you didn’t want to ask, worried it was something negative and didn’t want to trigger her. „Hey…(Y/N)…?“ You heard her say, making you look at her, watching her looking at the ceiling as she thought how to form words, you only hum in response. „How about…giving Isha a sibling?“

Her question made your cheeks heat up, was she for real? You never thought about it but now you did and the imagination of getting pregnant by your girlfriend, having a own child and sibling to Isha made your heart feel all warm. „You mean it?“ You asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t one of her jokes but she turned her head to look at you, dead serious. „I want to make you pregnant.“ Jinx voice was never so serious. She really meant it.

„That would be beautiful.“ You said softly, feeling her shift under the blanket you shared before she sat up. The thought of breeding you made her already feel excited. „Then let’s do it.“ She said, about to take off her clothes and you couldn’t help but smile, doing the same before straddling her lap, you both being completely naked.

You start kissing deeply and passionately, feeling her tongue running against your lips, asking for entrance and you let her in, letting her explore your mouth, gaining a soft hum from you, her hands traveling up your breasts to squeeze them and her thumbs playing with your nipples, making them hard. They weren’t the only thing that got hard because of your actions, you felt her cock getting hard too, making you grind your hips against it, your wet folds rubbing against it, making her groan in pleasure. Her lips traveled down to your jaw and then neck, leaving hickeys there and little bites, making you moan as she hit your soft spot. „Fuck…Jinx. I need you…“ You said and you didn’t even have to mention it twice. You lift your hips a little to give her space to get inside you, the way her cock filled you so perfectly made you moan again.

Your hands are resting on her shoulders now for support as you moved your hips, riding her in a slow pace to get used to her size, she moaned into your ear so delicately, making your mind spin. As you got more used to feeling your hips moved even faster instinctively, filling the bedroom with soft moans from both of you. Jinx moved her hands to your hips, giving you more support and helped you moving. Your hands travel to her cheeks, you both looking at each other lustfully but also filled with love and adoration. This wasn’t just sex, it was love making.

Her eyes had that beautiful happy spark again, the look you loved the most. You both ended up kissing each other again while you ride her, soon feeling her hips thrusting up into you, meeting your thrusts. „Oh fuck! Yes right there baby.“ You whine as she hit your spot over and over again, your body shivering, signaling you are close and she knew it. She began thrusting harder, feeling her orgasm getting near as well. „Please give it to me, please cum, I need you!“ You beg and that made something in Jinx’s mind that she got closer and as soon as she felt your walls squeeze around her cock as you came first she came as well, releasing all her cum inside of you with a loud moan. „A-Ahh..! Fuck yes.“ She moaned out, her nails digging into your sides, giving you shivers.

Jinx wasn’t done yet, flipping you over to change positions. „That’s my girl…I love you so much.“ She hums, her hand traveling down along your body, reaching to your clit and playfully rubbing it to give you more pleasure, making you whine when she touched your sensitive bud and the sight of her moving her own fingers to her mouth, tasting you was such a hot view. „Mhh…my tasty girl.“ She had to tease you but that didn’t last long as she began to thrust again, her cock hitting your womb with each thrust, her hands placed on your hips to keep you in place meanwhile you grabbed the bed sheets, moaning with pleasure as she kept on moving, she really wanted to breed you, giving you everything to the last drop she had.

„O-Oh fuck! Fuck! I-…m cumming!“ She released another load inside of you, making your eyes roll back and she kept on thrusting, fucking you so hard you couldn’t even say anything anymore, only moaning and whining. This night she kept on breeding you over and over again until her cock felt sore.

You both were panting heavily after all of this. Laying in each others arms, all cuddled up.

„Damn…that was so hot.“ Jinx said before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, you kissed back before looking into her eyes with so much love. „And the best part is. I am carrying your baby.“ You mentioned, gaining a blush from her. „Yes the best thing that can happen to us toots.“

(Little bonus incoming bc why not ❤️)

A Little time had passed after the love making you did. This morning you felt very nauseous, feeling sick but you also had a idea what else it could be. Since you wanted it to happen and couldn’t wait to finally know if it worked, you already got a test shortly after that night.

You disappeared into the bathroom, Jinx was out somewhere, you didn’t exactly know where she only told you she had to go somewhere but you trusted her enough, not needing a explanation.

Jinx came home after a while, being greeted by Isha, the little girl was so happy, happier than usual, dragging the blue haired woman to the living room where you sat with a bright smile on your face. „Hey there!“ You greeted Jinx with such a bright smile.

„Someone is very happy huh? What’s going on with you two?“ Jinx asked and you just kept on smiling, letting Isha get a picture she drew and showing it to Jinx. There were…four people on it. Jinx, (Y/N), Isha and a smaller one. Jinx quickly got the message as tears of happiness filled her eyes. „God…(Y/N)…you‘re really pregnant?“ She couldn’t believe it even though it was clear it would happen but it still was a happy moment for her, rushing towards you and hugging you so tight before kissing you so much.

„We will be parents“ She realised and you nod happily, caressing her cheek. „Yes Jinx we will be parents of two now.“ You said and she squealed happily before kissing you once again, Isha jumping happily, being also happy she will have a sibling.

„Also um…I have something for you.“ Jinx suddenly said with a serious tone, letting go of you before taking out a little box from her pocket. You could see the nervousness in her and couldn’t really explain why she suddenly behaved like that.

Jinx got on her knees all of a sudden, opening the little box to show a beautiful ring in it, your eyes widen in shock, in a positive way. „God…Jinx is that?“ You started and she cut you off. „(Y/N)…you want to be my wife?“ She asked with a little shaky voice and you couldn’t help but now you were the one squealing of happiness before hugging each other tightly. „Yes! God yes I want to!“ You said and both of you were crying of happiness before she put the ring on your finger. Isha ran towards you both and all of you three hugged, being more than happy. „I love you so much. I love you both so much.“ You said and Jinx agreed. „I love you both too. My little family.“

Now once in her life Jinx felt truly happy, having her own happy family with you, Isha and the little one you were awaiting.

❤️

#x reader #fanfiction #female reader #x fem!reader #smut #arcane #arcane fanfic #jinx #jinx smut #jinx x y/n #jinx x fem!reader #jinx and isha #jinx arcane #isha arcane #short imagine #smut scenarios

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maplesyrupsainz · 1 year ago

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pairing: max verstappen x fashion designer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, "enemies" (exes) to lovers

warnings: i just be making shit up fr

summary: in which they meet again and rekindle their relationship much to the delight of their fans

a/n: tbh i got no idea how to do enemies to lovers so i went for like a past messy breakup nd rekindle of the relationship now they're older nd more mature or wtvr let me know what u think!!! this was a req but it was super duper vague so i jus pulled this together nd pls fr bare in mind tht im not a max verstappen fan by any stretch lol

request!!!: Enemies to lovers with Max please

fc: maggie lindemann

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smutcentralx · 1 day ago

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HAII ^-^ saw your intro post tagged under invincible!! Do you have anything for the mark variants? Just headcanons or something would do fine.

Specifically viltrumite or lenseless mark but honestly any work! - 🫀

you ask and you shall receive ;)

PRETTY PLEASE | lensless! mark x gn reader

MASTERLIST

warnings: smut, smut, and more smut

a/n: i was so excited when i saw this hehe i chose lensless mark but i will gladly write one for viltrumite mark. this was supposed to be a headcanon but i got carried away :p

You stared at the tv screen in horror as a bunch of marks destroyed several cities and even countries.

You wondered how this would affect you since you knew mark. You and your mark were close friends and neighbors. You two basically grew up together and you knew all his secrets. You knew he always looked at you as a sister.

It always did bug you since your bottled up feelings weren’t really reciprocated. You never know what he’s thinking so it’s hard to tell how he really thinks of you.

All you knew was that you were very important in his life and he cared for you a lot and vice versa. The friend-zone sucks but you’d never want to mess up your friendship over something so silly. It hit you though…

An awful feeling seeped deep into your gut.

Without wasting time you stood up abruptly and shut off the tv. “Fuck fuck fuck what the fuck do i do” you whispered biting your lip as you paced back and forth.

If you were that important to your mark you realized they may know a you from their universe. However the marks you saw on tv were nothing like your mark they were evil. You decided that you had to avoid making contact with any of them.

You decided you should hop in your car and leave. You grabbed your car keys and ran swiftly towards the door trying to stay calm. Your was chest rising up and down at a fast pace as you still had that bad feeling seep even deeper into your bones.

You opened the door but before you could make one more step outside you saw a shadow figure above your head. Alarms went off in your head and you stood frozen in fear not daring to look up.

You knew that silhouette to well it be your mark but at this point better safe than sorry. Your brain immediately went into fight or flight mode.

You won’t get very far but you obviously chose flight.

Without thinking you turned around and attempted to slam the door shut.

A hand stoped you and swung the door wide open with so much force the door should’ve broke off.

“No way you’re really here! I thought i would never see you again!”

There stood a mark that looked just like your mark. However this was not the mark from you universe. The first thing you noticed was that he had no lenses. Your eyes trailed over his body. He looked identical to your mark. Maybe even better lookin- wait no what am i thinking.

He stepped closer with his arms wide open and a smug grin over his face. “Wow this just awesome, in my universe you hated me so much i had to kill you!”

Chills ran through your body and you froze in place.

“Please don’t hurt me” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. You were so scared you didn’t know what do to do. There wasn’t anything you could do.

You knew marks power and he could kill you if he wanted to in an instant.

“Babe I would never kill you?” he frowned closing in the distance as you walked backwards and hit the wall behind you.

“Please mark” you were begging at this point. This mark was oozing a dangerous persona.

He palmed himself when he heard you begging. “Forgot how good it was to hear you beg”.

“I wonder if your mark ever got a taste of you!”

“Tell me, has he? Or is he just to much of a pussy?”

He laughed holding his stomach. You glared at him starting to grow annoyed at his annoying attitude. He knew he was close to hitting a nerve.

“Aw don’t give me that look- wait you got the hots for your mark but..he doesn’t want you back!” He laughs even more falling to the ground and holding his stomach.

He was taunting you. He knew what he was doing even though he seemed like an airhead.

“S-shut up it isn’t like that we’re just friends”.

He stepped closer ignoring you til he was inches away towering over you. He tiled his head in confusion with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You sure about that? I can smell you, your arousal for me, i can hear your heartbeat. I know you want me”.

You cursed at yourself. You felt so defeated you couldn’t form a sentence due to the humiliation. Your face grew red and he saw right through you.

“There we go, this will be fun! I’ll give it to you real good since your mark won’t!”. “Wait, please!” You tried to push him back but it was like pushing a wall.

He grabbed both of your wrists and held them above your head against the wall. “Oh this is gonna be fun relax, I’ll take good care of you!”. He cooed sweetly but his tone still scared you.

He let go of your hands and began to roam your body touching every corner like he memorized it. His hands landed on your ass and he squeezed it.

Your hands flew to his shoulders and a soft moan slipped from your mouth. You bit your lip trying to conceal your soft sweet sounds. “I know you like that, we’re just getting started.” He was dripping with confidence.

He removed his head from your neck and yanked down your shorts and underwear with no warning. You gasped in surprise as he picked you up with ease.

You were now cradling him just inches away from his face. He smirked and crashed his lips into yours and you couldn’t help but kiss him back. You moaned deeply into the kiss.

You didn’t even notice you were moving at all till he threw you harshly onto your bed.

In a flash your top and bra was gone and he was in between your legs naked and my god his dick was huge. Reality and fear hit you as you saw how big he was. You scoot back trying to make a run for it.

He just ranked your legs even closer gripping your thighs hard enough to leave a bruise. “Where are you going? The fun part is about to begin!”

“Mark it’s not going to fit your to big”. He took in the sight of your body and his dick twitched slightly jumping from excitement. “Oh i’ll make it fit, you’ve taken it before and you will again”.

Before you could argue back he sunk in the fingers into your dripping wet core. You moaned at the sudden intrusion. You could hear the arousal and it turned you on way more than it should have.

Marks fingers felt amazing he took note of the way you twitched and shook trying to find that little sweet spot he knows so well.

“Fuck mark right there”. You whimpered when you felt him hitting that spongy soft spot. “Yea you like that? I found it within seconds this is awesome!” he picked up the pace continuously abusing that soft spot.

You felt your orgasm creeping up fast and your eyes rolled back due to the immense pleasure. His fingers were going at a rapid pace that you didn’t even know was possible.

“God fuck mark i’m gonna-“. You gasped and your breath hitched. “Mhm come on give it to me pretty girl”. The way he spoke to you made you snap and u fold instantly.

Your back arched “Fuck” you whimpered softy. Your body froze up and your hole tightened. Your orgasm hitting you in waves, you felt like you could pass out instantly. You never knew you could feel so good cumming off just his fingers.

He watched you unravel and he knew all it took was his fingers to break you. “Fuck those sweet sounds could put me sleep” he laughed while watching the way how you twitched under his touch.

You whined at the removal of his fingers. As you propped yourself up on your elbows. The sight alone could make you cum all over again.

Mark was softly pumping his already hard cock. While looking at your face and body. His eyes met yours. “Go on, say it tell me what you want.” He stroked it slowly with a smirk on his face waiting for you.

You bit your lip and looked away. “Ah ah eyes on me” he gripped your chin harshly and forced you to look at him.

He rubbed soft taunting circles on your clit. You moaned softly but you were also frustrated. He kept changing the pace teasing you until you had enough.

“Fuck, mark please just fuck me.”

He smiled wide in victory. “See that wasn’t so hard you just needed a push!” his eyes darkened as he planted both hands next besides your head.

His tip at your entrance just begging to come in. As you prepared for him to just shove it in. He instead slowly fucked you with the tip. “What are you-“ he finally shoved his dick into your wet hole.

You moaned his name so loud your neighbors could probably hear it. “Fuck you feel soo good i could just cum inside right now”. His brows furrowed since you were so tight for him.

He began thrusting in and out roughly and didn’t even let you adjust to his size. You screamed out in pain and pleasure. The pain of the stretch felt so good, no one could give you this feeling.

His calculated thrusts were ruthlessly pounding into you barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. He leaned down and kissed you roughly but also passionately. You moaned and whimpered into the kiss.

You screamed out when you felt him abusing that spot in your tight little hole. “Right there mark oh god”. Mark took note and moved both of his hand on your thighs and pushed you down into a mating press position.

“Yeah you like it right there don’t you? I can feel you squeezing my dick off.” His thrust were pounding into you at a relentless pace. You felt your second orgasm building up quickly.

He knew you were about to cum and he didn’t plan on stopping. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, the burn of your hips as he held you down. His thrust were getting sloppier and his breath stuttered at the sight.

“Fuck cum for me s’good i’m gonna cum inside you.” He mumbled out while drowning in his own pleasure. That was enough to break you alone.

You screamed his name as your second wave of your orgasm hit or maybe it was your third. You didn’t even know anymore. You brain was foggy and you poor hole was so overwhelmed.

You pushed against his chest as he kept going fucking you through your orgasm. You felt a third one creeping up on you fast. “Mark wait i’m-“. He ignored you and kept pounding into you his hips stuttering as he poured into you. Your orgasm washing over you at the same time.

He released your thighs as you shook and trembled. He licked his lips at the sight of you growing hard again.

In a flash he was sitting against the head board legs straightened out in front of him. You were sitting on top of him with half lidded eyes. You looked him shocked.

“Oh you thought that was it? Babe like i said we’re just getting started!”

#mark grayson x reader smut #lensless mark #dick grayson x reader smut #mark grayson #invincible #invincible x reader #mark x reader #smut #omni man #mark variants #mark variants x reader

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angrythingstarlight · 1 year ago

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While my mind always goes to Bucky first in any form, I also thought about Ari this time. What thoughts does this inspire in you, queen?

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Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Reader

A/N: Unbetad, written on my phone.

Bucky is the bane of your existence. Ever since you got the best of the demon last winter, he's plagued your doorstep like his never ending shadows. Trying to make you pay for your insolence, his wounded pride not able to accept that he lost to you. An unassuming, shy soul that he should have easily devoured.

He's intent on getting you down on your knees, his attempts at making you beg him for forgiveness are fraying at your already fraught nerves. You bested him. You won his game fair and square. He should be on his knees for you, not the other way around.

Not when you were so clever, for once in your life anyway.

If that happened more often, you wouldn't have found yourself needing to make a deal with a demon in the first place. But it what it is and you actually came out on top.

He can't stand it.

Bucky always comes out on top. As he likes to remind you. Daily. Relentlessly.

Since he won't leave you alone, you've decided to make him useful.

Bucky wants you so fucking bad, you're going to make sure you're taking up residence in his mind all day, every day.

You're going to make him do your bidding. Which is to leave you alone and suffer. Maybe do a few things on your behalf. For a few weeks anyway. Once he sees what you're capable of, he'll move on to some other poor soul and forget all about you.

It was surprisingly simple to find the right spell. Well, simple after a few attempts left scorched marks along the top of your counters. You'll deal with that later.

You're adding a few unnaturally blue petals to the jar when your phone buzzes. BUCKY flashes across the screen.

He added himself to your contacts a month ago. Right around the time, he convinced your neighbor to move out and give him the apartment. Bastard. You liked Thomas, he was nice.

Bucky even kept the guy's cat, the fluffy white traitor keeps traipsing in your place whenever you open the door. Sometimes...sometimes you swear his eyes are the same shade of blue as Bucky's. Thats crazy, you shake off the thought and go back to your jar.

The only thing left is a lock of his hair. You snagged that during your last fight, under the guise of pushing him out of your place. Your hands shook for almost hour afterwards, so sure that he was going to realize what you did. But he never came back that night. You're lucky. This spell is useless without it. Normally things never go your way but recently everything has been working out for you.

Except the irritating demon darkening your doorway. Your phone buzzes. BUCKY. Again. BUCKY. Again. Bucky. You'd shut it off but it always rings when he calls. No matter how many times you block him.

You swipe through the messages popping up on your screen. Don't even think about it. Stop it or I will. Don't fuck with me. I can feel what you're doing and I promise you sweetheart, you will regret it.

Eh. Not the worst things he's sent you.

You pick up the strands, your hand hovering over the open jar. Bang. You startle, nearly knocking over the jar. One hand shooting out to steady it, the frothy liquid sloshing over the rim of the glass. Your heart pounds in your chest, slamming painfully against your ribcage. Bucky shouts your name. Silence. The silence is worse than him screaming, it feels more ominous. A tremble slices through your hand as you bring the short chestnut locks above the concoction. A series of rapid fire bangs rattle the walls of the kitchen, the floors shake under your feet.

Alarms rings your in brain, warnings to stop, it's not to late. You don't. You're not sure why. It feels like you should but you can't.

You open your hand and watch in rapt fascination as his hair sinks into the jar. Before your courage seeps out of you, you screw the lid on and shake once the jar. Twice. The rattlingly stops and the room goes quiet. You can only hear your soft breathes and the slow tick, tick, tick of your clock.

A warm breeze winds around your legs, traveling up your body in a languid wave. Notes of smoked cedar follow, your head feels too light yet too heavy all at once. You stumble backwards, hitting something hard. The kitchen window tilts, melting into the sink below, the walls twisting and darkening around you.

A hand smooths up your belly, your chest, pressing into the column of your throat before cupping your chin. Your face is tilted up and you blink, trying to clear your vision.

Blue eyes stare down at you, a cascade of emotions shimmer in their depths. You can't make sense of what you're seeing. Then he smiles revealing a set of pearly white teeth, his tongue runs across his bottom lip.

"Wha—"

"It's time to go. You wouldn't want to miss your honeymoon would you?"

What. You're going to kill him.

Bucky winks as he gathers you in his arms. "You can try wife as many times as you want. I look forward to it. After I get done fucking you."

This was supposed to be a simple answer and i got a little carried away. Anyone interested in a demon!Bucky tricking a reader into being his bride? Because now I have thoughts 👀

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taeiun · 1 year ago

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please comment under this post if you’d like to be apart of the taglist for the fight of your life !

#🫀　. . 　the fight of your life　!#release date : 02.24.2024

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lawsfuckasshat · 1 year ago

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✙ ✙ ✙ olive branch. 🕊️🫀

gn!strawhat!reader, pre-dressrosa.

warnings: swearing, brief death mention, pre-relationship, law’s perspective, very short and hopefully sweet. not beta’d.

a/n: first time posting my writing ever… i hope it’s alright! i don’t think there’s an official reason for why law dislikes bread, but i like the headcanon that it’s because corazón doesn’t like it either :))

“so, is it like, a yeast thing?”

law rolls his eyes, face painted with his typical scowl. as cool, mysterious, and annoyed as ever. he crosses his arms, leaning back against the mast.

“no, __-ya.” he utters. you nod sagely, like you’re studying the guy under a microscope, and don’t seem deterred by his attitude in the slightest.

“then… is it a texture issue? ‘cause i totally understand that, i really don’t like-“

“i’m finding it difficult to understand why you want to know so badly.” law wishes that his intentionally curt answers would make you stop pestering him, would make his heart stop skipping beats every time you tried to pry open his hard outer shell. ‘mind over matter’ works well in every other aspect of how he presents himself, but the blood rushing to his face refuses to cooperate with him. great.

“i just wanna understand you,” you reply earnestly, “and what goes on in that pretty head of yours, is all. ya know?” for a split second, law is afraid that his heart has failed, if the free-falling drop in his chest is anything to go by. how could you say something like that so easily? right to his face, like you were talking about something as simple as the weather?

he tries to carefully pick his words, running through dozens of possibilities in his head, brain scrambling to say something, anything that’ll get you to leave him alone to wallow in his thoughts (…you think he’s pretty?) you wouldn’t really leave him alone if you left though, would you?

instead, he chooses to ignore you. head tilting down, one of his crossed arms coming up to tug the bill of his hat further down his face, shoulders slightly scrunching in. he feels like everything his body is doing is absolutely, incredibly, extremely obvious to you. his palms sweat uncomfortably and he’s so goddamn aware of your presence next to him, it’s driving him up the wall. he wishes he wasn’t so awkward, so scarred by all the loss in his life.

you don’t say anything, just turn your body and lean back against the mast with him. he briefly thinks his stonewalling worked.

“that’s okay.” you utter. there’s no rejection anxiety, no hurt in your voice. law’s shoulders and hidden scowl don’t relax, but he huffs out a hushed sigh. he stays quiet otherwise and waits a long minute before chancing a glance at you.

you’re leaned back against the mast, body language lax and open, although your arms are loosely crossed. your eyes are closed, skin sun-kissed. gentle sea breeze brushing across your clothes. you look warm, he thinks. he wishes you would reach out and touch him, but he also doesn’t 100% know if he’d like it. maybe he would.

law hates taking risks. he needs everything carefully planned out in his head before he makes a move, especially with the fruits of a thirteen year long effort coming to fruition in the next few days. he’s prepared to die kicking and screaming, fighting tooth and nail. he can’t fuck a single facet of his plan up.

then again, he’s dealing with the straw hat pirates here. a crew known for miracles. law steels his resolve and takes a calculated breath.

“someone i cared about a great deal didn’t like bread.”

the way you grin at him makes risking the olive branch worth it.

@ lawsfuckasshat 4.2.24

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #✙ my writing ✙

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Afib + Tachycardia + Hypertension… 🩸🩺🫀

What if your heart was racing at 130-140 bpm, irregular, and pounding so hard you could feel it in your chest? Add a blood pressure reading of 190/110 mmHg, and you’ve got the perfect storm. This post dives deep into a cardiophile’s fascination: the sound of a heart pushed to its limits and the sheer power behind those numbers. Let’s explore together… because every beat tells a story.

Listen to My Heartbeat: Irregular and Racing 🫀🎶

Close your eyes and listen... 🕰️ The rhythm stumbles, speeds up, slows down, then races ahead again. That raw, irregular pattern—a mix of atrial fibrillation and tachycardia—isn't just sound; it’s the music of life under pressure. Every beat resonates with chaos, a heart struggling to find its footing yet bravely continuing its journey.

Imagine a skilled cardiologist—or perhaps someone who's captivated by hearts—leaning closer, their stethoscope pressed to my chest. "Let me listen again," they’d say, a mix of curiosity and concern in their eyes. Their fingertips might linger on my pulse, feeling every irregular skip and thud. Would they wonder how such a rhythm still keeps me standing?

The Crushing Numbers: Blood Pressure 190/110 mmHg 🚨🩺

This is no ordinary reading. A blood pressure of 190/110 mmHg is like a storm brewing inside, straining every vessel, pushing the heart harder with every second. In the video, you’ll see the cuff inflate, squeeze, and then release, revealing the numbers in stark clarity.

If you look closer, you’ll notice the tremor of the hand taking the measurement. The sound of the stethoscope amplifies every beat, as if the heart is screaming to be heard. The slow deflation, the anticipation of the systolic and diastolic clicks—each moment filled with tension. Could you imagine the person behind the stethoscope? Perhaps a curious woman in a white coat, her gaze fixed on the gauge, completely in her element.

Her voice would be steady but intrigued: “190/110… That’s a hypertensive crisis. How long has it been this high?” she might ask, already reaching for her notebook to track every detail. But perhaps, secretly, she enjoys the challenge of monitoring this heart, this blood pressure, this case.

A Cardio Enthusiast’s Dream? ❤️‍🩹✨

For someone with a passion for the heart, there’s endless fascination in every irregularity, every skipped beat, and every dangerously high reading. Imagine a woman who finds herself mesmerized by these metrics—who’s determined to monitor every pulse, every shift in rhythm, and every fluctuation in blood pressure.

She might insist on checking my vitals daily, her stethoscope a constant companion. “Just lie still,” she’d say, pressing the diaphragm over my chest, concentrating as she listens to the erratic thud-thud-thud. Her fingers would expertly find my radial pulse, comparing its irregular rhythm to the heartbeats she hears.

And with the blood pressure cuff? She’d be methodical, inflating it with precision, her eyes fixed on the dial. After each measurement, she’d jot down the numbers in her notebook, charting trends, always intrigued by how my body fights to maintain balance.

Would she feel the urgency of the numbers or the thrill of uncovering their story? Perhaps it’s a mix of both—a unique connection between patient and observer, heart and hand, numbers and narrative.

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rabbidbunwy · 5 months ago

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Having a downhearted convo with Ghost ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Warnings contents: depression-mention of self harm-depression comfort-smoking

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes but i'm improving my english bit by bit

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: idk i just tought that maybe,MAYBE,Ghost can be the one to comfort you when your down in the dumbps ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

And i love pondering in the night looking at the night sky,don't you? or just the ceiling's room

and sorry for not being active much stuff happened such as stress and depression,still fighting but i hope you have a good day

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

Ghost approached you, sitting down on the grass next to you, his eyes fixated on the deep bloody lines you had carved into your wrist. he didn’t ask about them. he never did.

"can I?" he asked quietly, holding out his hand he waiting for you to give him the cigarette.

when you did so, he held it between his lips, taking a long drag he tilted his head back as he blew the smoke upwards, the smoke floating up into the dark sky before disappearing entirely. He handed the cigarette back to you, his eyes still fixated on your bloody wrists

"wanna sit here a while?" you didn’t say anything but you didn’t move either. taking that as a yes, Ghost leaned back, his own back resting against the grass as he folded his arms across his chest, staring up at the night sky

You two stood there for a while baskin in the silence accompanied by the soft trilling of the crickets that were hiding in the grass,when the silence was suddenly broke by your question "Don't you wanna die?" your voice bore a tone of melancholy and sadness

Ghost didn’t look at you, his eyes still fixated on the night sky, his voice was gentle as he spoke ‘sometimes’ he admitted,taking another dragged from your cigarette he blew the smoke upwards, watching it disappear before he continued "we all wanna die sometimes. but we have to stick around"

There was a long pause before he continued"life isn’t meant to be easy. it was never promised to be fair either. you just gotta keep going" he said softly, taking another long drag "we all go through things kid. we all have our own demons"

Then you asked "what are your demons Simon?" you asked as you hugged your legs

Ghost chuckled, but it was soft, kind even. taking another long drag from the cigarette before he spoke

"bad parents, bad past, bad choices, the ghost of my own damn name. I’ve got my fair share of demons kid" he admitted freely, tilting his head to look at you "but we all do. it’s how we learn, how we grow. if we can’t grow, learn and heal, why bother living? sure life ain’t easy, it’s far from fair but it ain’t all bad either" he said softly, a small genuine smile on his lips as he looked back at the night sky

You silent hugged from behind tucking your head on his broad shoulders

Ghost paused, he could see the way you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, tucking your head on his shoulder.

he looked at you, his eyes staring at the top of your head for a moment before he spoke "hey Y/N. you wanna know a secret?" you nodded, your chin still resting on his broad shoulder. his lips formed a small smile as he tilted his head back, looking at the night sky

"we all crave touch. we all crave someone to be there for us when we are at rock bottom. not many people understand that"

he admitted "you crave it just as much as I do" adding "you want someone to want you." he continued with a soft, understanding voice, knowing all too well why you were hugging him so closely, why you craved his touch so desperately

"you dont…want me?" you asked pulling away . Ghost’s eyes flashed with something you couldn’t identify when you spoke in such a vulnerable, quiet voice, when you so close to him. he grabbed your arm, gently pulling you back, his chest against your shoulder

"course I want you Y/N. you don’t think I wanna hold you, make the pain go away, make you feel safe?"

he admitted softly.

"trust me Y/N. I want to hold you, make you feel safe. hell, I wanna hold you every damn night just as much as you want me to"

At that you snuggled on his chest "then hold me,cuddle,hell just…don't leave me alone"

Ghost chuckled once again, the sound soft and deep as he looked down at you, his body relaxing as you leaned against his chest. he wrapped his arms around you, his hand gently rubbing your back

"as if I could ever leave you kid. I ain’t going nowhere"

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loveemagicpeace · 1 year ago

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✨Transits through houses Part 2✨

🫀7th house transits-during this time you can meet someone, get married, spend more on marriage, you can also get divorced. You can also seek justice, go to court, sign an important contract, start a business partnership. You can meet more people and socialize more. You spend your time with your friends. Transit of Jupiter in this house shows that you can find someone who suits you, connect more with your partner, get married or engaged. (a wedding when Jupiter is in this house can also be very big and beautiful). You and your partner can also go on a long trip. Transit of Venus in this house can indicate that you meet someone or that you have good relationships. Saturn transit in this house can bring vietory in the court and more lessons about relationships and partner, you can start looking for serious people and want more serious relationships. With pluto transiting here a competitive situation might arise that feels like a fight to the death, involving feelings of jealousy. Chiron transiting this house might show you that compassion and forgiveness can be just as powerful as winning.

🦋8th house transits during this time, the emphasis can be on intimacy, investing, finances, depth, transformation. You lose something to gain something. You can learn some secret. Neptune transit in this house shows strange things maybe, you can lose something or someone steals something from you, someone can also die and death is very strange, unclear. You can also start doing more spiritual things and relax more. The Mars-Neptune aspect also suggests trips by the water or recovery from surgery. Jupiter 8th house - if you get married at this time, you can gain a lot from the marriage. You can get a lot of money from others and the money you invest can also be potential. But it is important not to make impulsive decisions. The North Node in this house can indicate the end of a relationship or a new outlook on life. A big transformation and a different way of life. Uranus transiting this house can mean unexpected money or inheritance. It brings unexpected changes and disruptions to an individual's intimate relationships and financial matters. Mercury transiting this house- individuals may experience a heightened need for deeper connections and understanding. They may seek out intense conversations and delve into the emotional and psychological aspects of their relationships.

🎸9th house transits during this time you ean travel more, go on one really long trip, change your view, explore the world, find faith, go on a spiritual journey, this house is also called the house across the ocean. You ean have more luck and experience lucky coincidences. It is also the house that represents your second marriage. You can start a new course or enroll in a university (complete your studies). Pluto transit it can bring about profound changes in the individual's belief system and their approach to life. You may receive financial aid for education or have travel opportunities. Saturn transit on the other hand can bring changes to your life and a serious outlook on life - then you ean also find faith in something you never thought of. At the same time, you may have a problem with what you really believe. Maybe you ean also be afraid of many things. Mars transit might cause legal matters over property that will see the involvement of your extended family. Neptune transiting this house - u can go to dream vacation or travel somewhere by the ocean, Also a lot of magical thing could happen at this time. It can bring a time of spiritual growth, questioning of beliefs, and a search for deeper meaning.

🥥10th house transits-during this time you can spend more time working on your career, stability, public reputation. You can have more contact with your father and with older people. More karmie connections and encounters. You can achieve more and get what you wanted. Sun transit in this house shows that more people can notice you, write to you and pay more attention to what you are doing. It also describes career and is where we reach for success and achievement. It is also a place of inner vocation. Venus transit in this house ean indicate karmie love or a person entering your life, especially if they are connected to pluto. Uranus in this house shows unpredictable glory, innovation. It can bring unexpected career opportunities. Mars transiting this house it can mean that this time you do more for your career, new opportunities, you are more noticed in the public. This is also good for releasing things. A transit of Jupiter to the 10th House is as likely to make person reorient himself as give him breaks in the field in, which, hitherto, he has operated. Under a transit of Neptune to the 10th House a person's approach to their career and the direction, which they are taking their life, tend to become more idealistie and other regarding. It is no longer enough for you to be empire building for yourself or simply conforming to conventional expectations. At this time a person want their life to be useful.

🌱11th house transits during this time you can meet new people, new friends you hang out with friends more), realize your dreams, work on your goals. You become more humanitarian and take an interest in humanity. Uranus transiting this house can mean u being more rebellious and selfish. You will want to stand out from society more and resist the rules. Venus transiting this house shows a more pleasant and unique energy. You ean find your special dreams and friends who will stand by your side and support you. You ean attract more kind people. With mars transit here during this time you may quarrel with someone important or leave your cirele of friends. Sun transiting this house you look more at yourself, your goals that you want to achieve, you are focused on your dreams and you also believe in them more. You can also be more popular during this time. North node transiting this house it can mean that you are starting to look for common points that you have with others (interests, desires, hopes). How do you view the people around you and what is community for you? You can be more connected to social networks or spend more time there.

🍓12th house transits- during this time you can get to know your subconscious more, go deeper into your spiritual world. You can connect more with your subeonscious, you can spend a lot of time alone, doing something that is more connected to you. Saturn through the 12th house might create a desire for time alone on retreat. North node here it can mean that you have a lot of problems with yourself at once (mental health), maybe you are looking more at a part of yourself that you haven't discovered yet. You can be more elosed in a room or spend time alone. Venus transiting this house with that you will see a new growth in your creative pursuits and intuition that will allow you to comprehend others at your compassionate and spiritual level. You may get indulged in a romantic, intimate and hidden commitments. During a Uranus transit a period of spiritual awakening and self discovery can take place. This transit can shake up the individual's hidden or subconscious realms, often leading to sudden insights or breakthroughs. Sun transit can be loss, expenditure and foreign travel or settlement indicates that the Sun in beneficial dignity in this house will bless you with a strong spiritual inclination for more charity-related work or the possibility of travel to a foreign country.

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yermes · 29 days ago

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Stepping into abundance 🪿

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X of pents rev 🐦‍⬛

Theres some family or friend bullshit going on that is preventing your saving or money moves, people stepping over your financial boundaries is a real thing, and if you HAVE to spend money to have a good time with someone, are you even actually good friends? Or are they just another weekly expense to budget for? You are basically over your head financially and emotionally, LOTS of things are tied to money, and it sucks when emotions get wrapped into it, but you have to set boundaries, start being apathetic about it, sit down and fight excel to make your monthly budget and actually make room for yourself. Also remember, other people being broke does not make you there baby sitter bc I know it feels nice, but their irresponsibly is not your fucking problem.

IV of wands rev 🍊

Girl you either need to step into your new environment and command it, forge your new space, in an area where you feel unwelcome make yourself feel welcome and carve a space for yourself in a place where you deserve. Or leave and go somewhere better that will support you, and your hopes and dreams. It is hard getting up and starting somewhere else like its scary! Its uneasy, but if you believe this is what is right you need to trust your intuition and make yourself a home in unknown lands. You also may have a huge lack of support from friends and family, what they think or say doesn’t matter you truly have to follow your intuition. Find roots elsewhere and take on this scary new opportunity.

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You want to be rich but its always fucking something, car broke down, phone broke, fridge broke, shoes have a hole in them, and girl I get it I also live life hard and fast and when you do, shit always gets broken. It may feel like you have a lack of progress but with each obstacle you overcome and with each delay you pass, it is just another feather in your cap, you are learning how to deal with shitty situations and this skill set will prove to be extremely valuable. This suffering will not be without the gain of wisdom and knowledge. Start planning out a bit better! Give things more time, space, and buffer more than you think you would need, always be prepared. I know its frustrating and your credit card is crying right now but it will get better.

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I know all yall broke, I too am broke

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gatitties · 2 years ago

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NO BECAUSE !!!!!!!! i think we need more interactions of Assassin!Reader x Bonten 😩😩 (thank u for da reader who requested it bcs my 🫀 is beating happiness) or maybe you could make this a series??? 👀👀 bUT ANYWAYS can I request a Assassin!Reader x Bonten where Bonten was trying to find some info abt Reader but ofc Reader knows abt it so when there's a general meeting for the Bonten Executives, she appeared into the meeting like she was just watching them the whole time 🤣 and Reader is mad mad abt it. she doesn't want them to snoop around her life

(if u dont want to do this, its ok!!! no pressure. lovelots 🫰🏻)

─Yandere!Bonten x assassin!reader

─Summary: tired of so much persecution you decide to set the record straight, but you are only making a mistake

─Warnings: mención of blood, unwarranted obsession, toxic behaviors, yandere stuff

first of all, I still don't know how to write action or fight scenes, I'm sorry, second, many people will be grateful to you for the request, and third, how so many people liked it?! 😭🤚anyway, here you go (about making a miniseries Idk, but if I have any idea for this I will definitely write it 😌) @ajmiila02, @kenmasbimbo, @uniqueeggtoast, @belle643, @simpingfor-wakasa, @ihavestrawberryjam, @binibining-mariaclara, @sereinitysmind (hope that I didn't left anyone untagged)

Part one / Part Three

"You should stop turning down those job offers, they offer you a good amount and your other clients seem not to ask for your help much lately."

You sighed looking at the request manager, he took your silence to mean that you didn't really care, you never have anything stable in this world, there were always better and worse times so it wouldn't really worry you.

"Just take care to let me know if there are other people than 'Mr. B', their requests are ridiculous."

The man raised both hands, nodding to your petition, after that you left the alley where you met the manager, returning to the busy streets of Tokyo in the middle of rush hour, where everyone was walking down the street without worries, you mixed among those people until you reached a suburb of small houses. You opened the rickety door with a nasty creak, looking at the garbage that flooded the floor, you couldn't ask for more for the minimum amount of this place and location, anyway it was time to move to another apartment.

Not only because you needed to change 'home' from time to time, but because lately you had felt less safe with your environment, it all started when you accepted the first request from 'Mr. B', they only asked you to kill a man, you did your job but also you discovered the identity of that 'B' who turned out to be not just one person but rather several.

You don't usually remember faces or names that aren't necessary for your missions, so you had to rack your brains to remember those two faces you saw, then you linked them to that group you saved in that brothel a month ago. Luckily only you could see how the guy with the pink mullet and the guy with the scar who tried to stop you that time were there, they seemed to be watching your movements with a satisfied smile when they saw little drops of blood fall from your face.

You interpreted that 'Mr. B' was all that group that you barely remembered the appearance of, you thought that on that occasion they were only there to check that you did your job well, but you noticed how they started to track you after that assignment, although of course, they could not find you and their only way to see you would be for those orders, which you did not accept.

The next two months your usual customers disappeared without a trace, it's not like you received daily orders but it was strange that all your requests were now only from 'B', it irritated you because it meant a heavy blow to your name in the underground, by refusing to take orders to Bonten, no one else did it as if they felt threatened.

But the worst of all was that every step you took you felt their eyes on you, every corner you turned you saw their shadow on you, it bothered you enough to think about killing them but you seriously thought about it and it would get you nowhere, you didn't used to kill to reputable or well-known people because that would cause a more intensive search for you and those guys seemed to be at least successful because they were handling a ridiculous amount of money.

You didn't even know their names and they always seemed to be on your trail, you never let them get too close to you, but lately they seemed closer and closer to finding you directly, you got fed up, you weren't leading a quiet and peaceful life, but inside from the garbage of your work you could always have a rest from all those deaths, you could always have a little space to pretend that your life was not rubble and everything was normal.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do some special work or I'll go completely hysterical."

As you were getting ready to leave that same night, all of the Bonten executives gathered at their meeting point earlier today, all sitting at a round table waiting for Mikey to start the meeting, though he waved for Takeomi to start since he was already busy eating his taiyaki.

"As you know we have been looking for that assassin from that day, we have always followed clues but we never managed to find the person, but today, we will complete the capture plan."

They all nodded in sync, some more eager than others, after all the stupid game of cat and mouse made them feel more irrationally attracted to you, Mochizuki always enjoyed watching you mix so well with people but quickly lost sight of you that he needed more from you, Sanzu and Rin enjoy seeing you staining you with the blood of your targets, Kakucho seems to appreciate your fighting style, Takeomi sees you as a difficult puzzle to solve and Ran and Kokonoi were perhaps the least attached to that exalted image of you, but they were curious about you.

"Is everyone clear about their part of the plan? We can't let anything go wrong, she never leaves a trace and knows how to erase her tracks, so we'll have to resort to more violent methods than just watching how she goes on our faces."

The meeting continued for a few minutes, explaining each phase and step while unknown to them you were in the room ventilation listening to everything, your blood boiled listening to how they talked about how they would make you bow down to them, it was your breaking point.

"Once we capture her, we can do what we want with her?"

"Only what I allow."

Mikey got up answering Sanzu who rolled his eyes for the answer, the leader patted his shirt to remove all the rest of the crumbs, with that everyone knew that the meeting had ended although to their surprise three bullets hit the table right in front of the site from Mikey, immediately after you kicked the grate and jumped on top of the table pointing your two pistols at everyone.

"I am going to make one thing clear, do not interfere in my life, I don't know what you want from me, but I'm not looking for anything from you."

You kicked Rin's arm as he tried to grab your leg, immediately firing Sanzu's pistol to disarm him, then ducking to avoid Ran's staff.

"What about the expenses for destroying that brothel?"

"You speak as if-" you jumped from the table hitting Kakucho's hands with the butt of your pistol, moving as far away from them "as if you lacked money, I know you are 'Mr. B', there is no point in charging me for that."

"We don't need reasons to want you as our slave! If we want something we have it and you would be a great possession to us."

"Oh just go to hell, Chunzu, I don't care about you or your supposed leader Mokey, I'm asking for peace of mind! and I want you to take this as a warning."

You took a little momentum, doing a slight somersault on the table, you shot at the large window breaking the glass into small pieces, you ran towards the broken window to jump through it, the arms of Mochizuki and Rin trying to reach your body unsuccessfully, you spun in the air and fired one last time before your body was thrown from the top floor of the building, disappearing into the darkness of the night and the buildings.

The bullet made Mikey's dyed hair move slightly, a couple of cut strands slowly descending to the ground, everyone fell silent watching their leader look at the window you had thrown out of, Kokonoi snapping everyone out of their daze.

"Mikey…?"

"If she want to play that game we'll play, before it was a whim, but now it's a necessity, I want her here."

He turned now looking at the wall where the lead bullet had been nailed, brushing the hole and scratching slightly to remove the small object, he smiled observing the shape and caliber.

"Let's start… analyzing this."

He took one last look at his most trusted executives before walking off fiddling with the 10mm bullet, they all looked at each other with a new flame burning in their eyes, you're only making things worse, you should have run but it was too late to get rid of them.

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