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yunazxxx · 15 days ago

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hi poowkie , iM not sure if your reqs are even open yet BUT i would love to put the idea of yandere!lara CAUSE YOU WRITE YANDERE SO WELL like PLEASE ITS SOO GOOD ANHWAYS MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVE YOU MWAMWAAA

pairing ≫ lara rajagopalan x daniela avanzini

cw ≫ kidnapping , stalking , psychotic behavior , smut towards the end , choking , spit , spanking , bondage , bdsm , college au , gp!lara , lara’s obsessive and possessive , she's also not anyone's peace ,, etc maybe?

wc ≫ well over 4.1k

an ≫ okay you kinda provoked this one also not a much as sophia's which i apologize for!!!! still like previously stated with my last fic with such context in no way shape or form am i normalizing or romanticizing or even promoting this behavior without any consent behind it. — also happy holidays!! — ps not proofread and i’m SORRY it took so long to answer this i started writing it as soon as i saw your ask but my attention span is shit — pps my recs are open jst they take a while to answer!!

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the day in school was so simple, and boring, it was the same lecture everyday because someone just so happeded to miss the previous day. lara sighed as the teacher just yapped his mouth on and on, while she looked out the window just to see nothing.

it was never anything outside of the classroom window but fuck was it better than looking at this guy's face everyday like she had to. she was unimpressed like she always would be literally every other time she’d look outside.

lara turned her head, now meeting face to face with the teacher. "and, lara.." he started, she looked up at him. the guy really got under her skin, he was always on her back for the smallest shit for no reason at all.

"uh huh?" she replied, "why were you looking out the window." he asked, "why is your hair line receding?" she snapped back at him, too quick to even think about what she said before the words spilled out of her mouth.

the red haired woman quickly covered her mouth, a slight panic washing over her while he looked at his student in disbeilef.

"is this how you would like to start your day, ms. raj?" the teacher asked, and she shook her head no. she wasn't scared of the guy but if she got suspened again she would defintely get expelled so she had to watch what she said and how she said it.

lara grabbed her bags and made her way out of the classroom, saying some bullshit excuse why she had to go and why she needed nearly everything she brought into class. as she walked down the hallways, she came across someone who i haven't seen in a while.

"lara! hi!" her light voice rang through the hallways, "daniela!" she said and hugged the girl, it had been a while since we last seen each other and even spoken at that. apparently she transfered over to this school because it was cloest to her current place of resisdence.

we talked a little while until we heard the staff walking down the hallways, and lara practically jetted down away from her. for some reason she couldn’t get the blonde out of her head though, as she walked down the halls she continued to think about her scent, how bright her eyes showed, how beautiul she looked, and so much more.

she made it to the bathroom and sighed to herself, finding the entire situation kind of odd. see, lara’s known daniela a while, a few years really. they used to be inserperable until she had exchanged schools then as time went on they began to distance more and more.

but now seeing her, she looked so, attractive. lara tried shaking the thought, that's her friend, she can't think about her in such a way, as she walked down, making her way to her locker but it still wouldnt leave my mind.

nothing about her left lara’s mind to be honest, she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the time. it was time for break, meaning she just skipped two of my lectures for the day.

fuck apparently time goes by faster when thinking of you.

she hurried and put her stuff away before running to the break area. now, weirdly, her school didn't care where they went just as long as they made it back to campus on time.

and well, to say the very least they’d always use that to their advantage. lara sat on the sidelines, waiting for her friends to come outside and she spotted daniela again, this time she was walking and talking with a few friends.

now, against her better judgment, which was was almost nonexistent, she followed the girl. lara just stayed a few feet behind, she wasn’t sure what made her but she started taking pictures of the blonde. by the end of the first break she had over thirty pictures of her.

the rest of the day was really boring and she had the option to leave, just to the dorms if she had a good excuse and with that excuse she was able to get home but word gets around our school, really quick.

while lara walked to her dorm, she looked at all of doors, “huh, seems like this may be hers" lara said and just peaked around. the redhead had to hurry and run off before someone saw, running to her own dorm. once she got in, she closed the door behind herself and began searching up the girl.

it started, slow? simple, whatever. lara knew her social media already, because of their history and she found all of them. lara went through all her posts, looking at them, "seems you haven't changed a bit."

she took some screenshots of the girl's profile but again, she did not know why. lara didn't feel any certain way about the girl but looking at her made her feel, very, she couldn't explain it in words. but, lucky for her, she just so happended to add to her story.

after a little while, lara checked the story, seeing her entire trip to the campus and when she was able to get her dorm, and she was lucky. lara zoomed in and saw exactly what dorm she was in. now, normally she would have just walked up to the girl and asked her for the dorm number and etc but it slipped her mind.

lara contined to do more rearch on the girl, her curiostity getting the best of her, wanting to know where she's lived these last few years and exctly how active she's been in her older schools or communities etc.

she found pretty much everything she needed, and turned off her computer. she kept everything open, having different mental, phyiscal and online notes about the girl. lara decided to call it a night, locking and closing everything up.

the red haired woman went to sleep that night, satisfied with what she found. she couldn't excatly sleep that night becaused a thought kept coming over her mind. who has she dated ever since she left? okay yeah, they were never together to begin with but fuck she was a pretty girl, the best looking one in their city at that, so just fucking think how many other girls and guys might've made their advances to her.

lara was tossing and turning all night, the only thing she was able to make the sense of the situation, she needed the girl all to herself, not even allowing her to be with friends, or anyting.

lara decided to sleep, give it time to settle in and think about if she actually want to go through with this. lara woke up the next morning, her mind running wild like she just took some energry advancers. she got ready that day, bailing out on classes to go to the stores.

that night she was going through with it, and she knew how it sounded, she didn't have to exactly kidnap the older but she also can't just invite her over to the dorm, especially since the warden never sits his ass the fuck down and let's them have whoever we want over.

but she didnt care, and just let it go. she drove her car to the first store, supplies. lara brought the note she had written the previous night, going inside of the store and purchasing some ropes, cuffs, a blindfold, tape, and other things.

then she made her way over to another place, getting a bag and that was really it, lara hid the stuff in her car, driving down to her personal home and setting up everything. lara did it as quick as her body allowed it, knowing the girl would be getting her break soon.

lara didn't finish with one thing but she didn't care, she just wanted daniela way too fucking bad. lara got in her car and sped to the campus, and she slowed down as her car got closer, spotting the girl out among the crowd. lara honked her horn, grabbing almost evryone's attention.

daniela recognized lara's car faster than she expected her to, but she ran down the hill to her car. her smile was so bright, she didn't even notice she was already in front of her car by the time she came back to my senses.

she looked at lara innocently, 'why are you here today? i thought you were sick!" she said, but lara didn't say any words but instead tapped the seat in her car. she looked at her hand, the back at me.

and that's when she knew girl didn't pick up on what she wanted, "get in, i wanna show you something" i said.

she quickly obliged. she hurried and sped off once she was in the car, but it wasn't out of the ordinary because she always drove like this and dani was pretty much used to it.

lara drove past the school's campus, making her way to her house. her and daniela talked like it was a casual day, they made it to her house pretty fast, and she parked in her grage. lara looked at the girl, placing her hand on her thigh.

"i'm sorry" she softly said, causing her to chuckle nervously, "why are you sorry, lara?" she asked, and she put her hand over daniela's mouth as fast as she could and grabbed the ropes from bend her seat and tied her wrists. "this"

lara said, getting out of the seat, running to the other side to grab the girl, she pieced off some tape and wrapped it around her mouth before she got to scream. she struggled in her arms for a bit bfore finally letting lara take her inside, lara had to basically drag the older inside her door.

it was broad daylight outside, lara was lucky no one saw her. she closed the door behind herself and she put the girl inside her room. lara chained her wrists to her bed frame, she didn't rip the tape from her mouth but seeing her eyes, filled with so much fear for some reason made her more content with this.

lara contiuned her way outside turning her car off and grabbing everything that belongs to daniela and making her way back inside the place. she made her way upstairs, back to her bedroom. she saw her there, on her knees, but they were locked together.

she already looked so exhausted. but the afternoon had barely begun, lara crouched in front of her. her eyes quickly filled with plead, as she whined to the younger, hoping she'd take the tape off. "it'll come off, as long as you promise not to scream?" lara said to the blonde woman, and she nodded eagerly, and she slowly removed the tape off of her lips -

and almost in an instant, she began to scream for help. she pressed her hand agaist her throat, lara's other hand flying over her mouth. "shut the fuck up" the redhead whispered in her ear. "don't make another fucking sound." she warned her.

lara could hear her squeak under her, her voice barely coming out. reality set in and she finally let go and the girl was panting, "f-fuck.. okay" she said, her voice was already sounding hoarse. she held the girl's cheeks, her finger and thumb pressing into her cheeks. "you're gonna follow every last order i give you, do you understand?" she asked, as she tighten the grip, until she could hear a small "yes" from the girl so she let go.

"there's a smart girl" she praised her, gently moving some of the hair from her face.

"you look so pretty, come on, didn't you miss me?" she asked her, but she didn't look up at me. "danii" she said, but she still didn't look at her. lara's not sure what came over her, she was normally really calm but she grabbed the girl again, this time much more aggresive than she did before.

she could hear her slightly whince in pain, and she quicky let her go. she didnt want to hurt the girl, not in that sense, not at all. in that moment, she remebered thst she was bonded by the wrists to her bed. laraset the younger girl free, allowing the freedom to move her arms as she wanted.

she stayed on the ground, her arms just fell beside her. lara held her chin between her index finger and thumb, wiping over older's lips before gently kissing her. she returned the kiss, her lips moving against mine with the same amount of passion.

the kiss was sweet and short, she picked daniela up, putting her down on her lap. lara broke the kiss, but she brought her into another, her arms wrapping around lara's neck while lara's own wrapped around her waist.

she moaned slightly into the kiss, her body pressing against lara's more and more as the seconds passed. they broke off for a few seconds, the red haired woman began kissing away at her neck, marking the girl up nice and gently.

she left endless hickeys there, kissing down to her chest, as the need grew, she began grinding her hips on lara's crotch, causing her cock to slowly get harder by the second. it didn't take much longer to speed up, she panted into the kiss, her moans and movements getting needier as her erection grew.

lara halted her hips, earning a whine from the girl, "please, need you so bad.." she begged her, trying to move her hips but to no avail. "are you sure you want this? we can wait" lara said, but daniela nodded yes, the need being obvious. lara moved one of her hands to pull the girl into a deeper kiss, they fought for dominace for a while but she quickly gave up, allowing lara full access to her mouth.

lara tasted every corner of her mouth, now guiding the older's hips, lara rocked her against her boner, she praised the girl as her sped her hips up. listening to her whines pick up by the second, after a while they broke the kiss, she now began to focus on making her ride her thigh, watching as she fell apart on it.

"oh you poor thing" lara said while her skirt was doing her no justice. she could feel her slick through her panties.

lara began giving fake sympathy to the blonde woman, only making her whines pick up faster. she continued to praise the girl, watching as her eyes rolled back, until her head fell right on her chest while she allowed her to do whatever she wanted with her.

she raised her hand up, sliding past the girl's shirt, up her shirt, in fact, and she began groping her breasts through the fabric of her bra.

the girl began rocking faster, getting herself off on lara's thigh now. she reached her hand down, to her clothed clit, and rubbed quick circles, pulling the blonde into a quick orgasm, watching as her hips spasmed, and rutted against her.

lara pulled her shirt over her head, quickly removing her bra as well, she left her skirt on and lara began working on her panties. she simply slid them to the side, feeling her arousal already dripping down from her cunt, she lifted the girl by her hips and lowered her on her fingers, feeling her wet warmth engulfing lara's fingers completly.

she curled them fingers inside of her, listening to her whines and whimpers turned into moans and even louder ones as she fucked herself on lara's fingers. she forced the girl to hold eye contact with her while she did so, and she obeyed.

the aching and strain in lara’s pants became worse and worse by second, she felt her cock throbbing through her jeans. she flipped the older over, slamming her down on the bed, laying her on her back.

lara began attacking her neck, having enough of this stupid foreplay. she pulled her skirt and panties off in the same motiton, getting a blindfold and wrapping it around her eyes. "n-no no please.." she tried pleading with her younger but she still continued with my actions.

lara got off the girl after tying the blindfold, grabbing the cuffs and began to bond her back the bed. "h-hey please? too much" she whined, "sorry baby, you're mine, all mine" lara replied, hooking the handcuffs back to her bed post.

she slowly spread the girl's legs, taking her time and softly touching the girl, she started from her throat and made her way down with planting small kisses, lara left beautiful purple marks on her skin while she made her way down her body.

she arched her back at every touch from lara, already falling into a trance. she continued peppering her kisses until she made it to her waist, and then she stopped.

lara stood up, admiring her work. she began to remove her clothes, her cock sprung from her jeans and slapped against her abdomen.

it stood long and tall, her tip red from the need with drops of precum dripping down. she slowly inched her way closer to the blonde girl, completely ignoring the aching need for her cock to receive any type of attention.

she walked up beside daniela and rubbed her thumb across her face, stopping at her lips and puling the down, "open up for me" she said and she obliged. lara gently pushed her cock inisde of her mouth, just until she felt her slightly gag on it.

she gently moved her hips inside of daniela’s throat while she was below her , pulling out and each time she pushed another inch inside of her throat. she hollowed out her cheeks, allowing her to slide in and out mch easier. it didnt take long before lara’s pace picked up, her mouth around her cock felt amazing.

she thrusted deeper into her throat, her moans sendings vibrations around her shaft, and with the sight of her cock in her mouth, along with her well she would suck her off, lara came faster than expected. she shot rope after rope down the older’s throat. she would continue to thrust gently, to drag her orgasm out, but of course her cock didn't soften, why would it?

she made her way back down to between the girl's legs, getting a view of the pool and mess she's made on the bed. she only cooed to the blonde woman, standing over her and began cupping her cheeks while she slowly slid her cock on her clit.

she slowly began thrusting her hips to give them more friction, holding herself down against her clit with her thumb while her hips took off. slowly her room began getting filled with the sound of wetness and their moans.

lara kept up with this pace for a while until she “accidentally" penetrated the girl -

"fuck, you're tighter than i thought baby." lara gritted through her teeth, not even half of her cock fitting inside of her. she gave the girl time to adjust to her size, it took only a few minutes, pushing herself in genlty and pulling out as soft as she possibly could.

"god y-you're so big" she moaned out, while she pushed more of herself in, soon lara started bulging out of her stomach. she stayed idle once she was full inside of the older girl, actually giving her enough time to adjust -

which was the hardest thing ever for lara, her walls clenching around her while she dripped arousal down repeatedly. she retracted her hips out slowly, while it twiched, every detail she could feel getting dragged out of her cunt until it was pushed back in.

she made her thrusts nice and slow, deep and shallow, so the girl could feel her better, and did she. she was the loudest lara had heard her during this entire time, the cries she'd let out, the way she moaned for the redhead, begging for more or for her to be rougher wth her.

while she fucked her, lara leaned down to kiss her, her legs were locked around her waist, pushing her deeper inside of her to the base. she was already such a mess, and lara sat herself up, continuing with the same pace while she snaked her arm up and wrapping her hand around daniela’s neck, applying enough pressure to begin choking her.

she stopped for a moment, taking her blindfold off before she started again, watching how cute she looks while pantng, lara only picking up on pace and fucking her faster and harder. their hips slammed against each others in a quick motion.

lara retracted her hand, but speeding her hips up, feeling completely intoxicated by the feeling of how she clenched around her.

lara degraded and praised the girl in the same sentence, while she used her, kissing her. she even made her hold eye contact with her, watching as she thrusted inside of her cunt.

lara pulled out for a bit, then slammed back inside of her, switching up her pace and rhythm again and thrusting inside of her deeply.

each time she would hit a certain spot, daniela would claw at her back, her moans would get higher. her legs locked tighter, begging her for more while she picked up the pace slightly.

soon the girl came again, coating lara with her cum. lara chuckled and slowed her pace, brutally slow, dragging her orgasm out as long as she physically could. feeling her walls clamp around her cock made holding her orgasm a bit harder but she wanted to do something more, feel something more.

soon lara continued to thrust inside of the girl, holding her thighs above her shoulder now and brutally fucking inside of her, she wouldn't even pull out half her shaft before slamming it back in. her moans were quick to pick up, all the small whimpers were pretty much nonexistent.

the need for her grew more and more as time progressed, the way she would clench would make her feel intoxicated, her shaft continued twitching inside of her.

she sped up her thrusts, the burning sensation in lara’s abdomen telling her to stop but she was far too close, lara held daniela’s hips in place while she pistoned into her.

her orgasm caught up rather quickly, causing her to fill the girl up with her load, pumping rope after rope inside of her.

she slowly thrusted, making sure every last bit was inside of the girl before pulling out. lara sat and watched as it slowly trickled out of the girl, right onto the sheets but they’ll care about that some other day.

after a while lara took the cuffs off the girl, removing them from the bed. she discarded them somewhere, and she quickly clung onto her. she held her chest close to her face while she tried to even her breathing.

lara rubbed his palm against her back, in circles to help her breathing better. she would hold onto her for a good while, just until she felt it was enough then she stopped.

she broke apart from lara’s chest, her eyes were hooded and she was pretty much incoherent. lara played in her hair a bit, laying the girl across her lap.

gently cooing to her, she held daniela’s head, pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her.

after she fixed her hair, she shuffled off the bed and retrieved her clothes, just her under clothes and she slid one of her shirts on the blonde.

lara began to gently speak to her, comforting her like she didn't just kidnap her a few hours ago. she wouldn't really say many words back, but she was sure until curiosity got the best of her.

"lara?" she asked, her voice still just as low and soft as before, "yes?" she softly replied, a stupid smile plastered on her face while she cuddled the girl.

"why did you, you know" she asked, not wanting to repeat but she could hear the slight hesitation in her voice, lara reassured the girl and explained to her why its happened.

she would only nod against her chest in response, and soon she could hear her small snores while she slept. she just kissed her head, "welcome home, baby" she softly said and continued rubbing her back.

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andreafmn · 1 year ago

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 1

Word Count: 4.8K Paring: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader Prompt @alloftheprompts: Character A and Character B broke up but now they meet at a Christmas party.

Summary: In unpredictable Beacon Hills, Stiles and (Y/N) being together was one of the only things that made sense. But sometimes the smallest of changes can create the biggest of chaos. And a simple college admission letter can do just that. Maybe all it takes is the right Christmas gift to make things better.

A/N: yup, that's right, I'm doing 12 Days of Ficmas again (even if I haven't finished Kinktober 🫣🫣 but I am nothing if not a masochist (and a slight procrastinator) But enjoy!! This story actually made me tear up, honestly. But it wouldn't be one of my stories if there wasn't an insane amount of angst 😅 Also, disclaimer, I have not seen the last two seasons of Teen Wolf or the movie so, sorry for any inconsistencies.

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“Let’s just get this over with,” (Y/N) sighed as she fixed the Santa hat on top of her head. “They don’t have to know yet.”

“Yeah,” Stiles grimaced. “It’s better to wait until after the holidays, I guess.”

It was the first time Stiles and (Y/N) had ever been terrified to enter Scott’s house and face all of their friends. Even worse, they had to pretend everything was fine between them.

Since they were little, the pair had been inseparable. Being next-door neighbors allowed them to grow close at a rapid pace. It was in her that he found solace on the nights his mother’s illness would take the best of her mind. He would run over to her house and climb the lattice that ran all the way up to her room.

And she wouldn’t ask questions. (Y/N) would simply let him in through her window and distract him until he eventually drifted off to sleep. She did not need any explanations or reasons to comfort Stiles. She simply knew he needed her, and so she was there for him. Because if there was anything she knew of, it was the pain of slowly losing a parent.

They shared a bond that no one could break. Even as Scott entered their duo and they became the perfect trio, Stiles and (Y/N) shared a connection like no other. So, it came as no surprise to anyone when they got together. Even after Stiles had continuously professed his love for Lydia. Even after (Y/N) and Boyd had a quick fling. Everyone knew that it would be the two of them at the end of the day.

What no one expected was that one day, they wouldn’t be Stiles and (Y/N) anymore. Hell, not even they had seen it coming.

Their downfall had begun the second week of December. For some reason, the couple had not spoken about what happened after high school. In their senior year, they were focusing on the present, leaving the future where it was. Because what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

(Y/N) had applied under early action to various colleges, thinking nothing of it. But there was one college that had been her dream since her father had passed, and that was her only early decision application. She had worked every day since to make sure she was at least close to being accepted. But it was never a sure thing.

She had promised herself to put it in the back of her mind. Stressing over that envelope would only drive her into madness. As much as she wanted it to be true, she knew the reality of the situation. The chances she could ever get in, much less with a full ride, were slim to none. And hoping only made things worse.

Still, that hadn’t stopped her from applying; it hadn’t stopped her from wishing.

“Honey,” her mother had said one afternoon after she got home from school. “Look what came in the mail.”

In her hands, there was a white manila envelope with blue lettering that clearly read: University of Oxford.

(Y/N) could have sworn she could feel her heart in her throat, beating at an unnatural pace and threatening to leap out of her body. She crossed the distance between her front door to the kitchen faster than she had ever done before, needing to feel the paper in her hands. Only seeing it was not proof enough that it was real.

“I don’t think I can open it,” the girl worried. “What if it’s bad, mom?”

“You won’t know unless you see, my darling,” she smiled softly. “But no matter what, you will still be the most impressive young lady I have known. And any college would be lucky to have you.”

With trembling hands, she broke open the envelope and pulled out a beautiful and crisp piece of white paper. “Dear (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she read before taking a steadying breath. “It is with greatest pleasure that we inform you that the Admissions Comittee has decided to offer you admission to Oxford University through our binding Early Decision (ED) option on a full scholarship.”

As (Y/N) read those words, tears spilled from her eyes, and the papers fell from her hands. Her mother wrapped her arms tightly around her, showering her with words of love and encouragement. It had been everything she had worked for. Something not even the supernaturals of the world could take from her.

“You’re going to Oxford, baby girl,” her mother cooed. “I knew you could. Your dad would have been just as proud as I am.”

That moment should have been the happiest in her life so far. But there was a dark cloud that lingered over her as she celebrated. She had not told anyone she was applying to a college so far away, much less the reason she would be doing so. Mostly because she was terrified she wouldn’t get in. But part of her knew it was because she was leaving all her friends behind, leaving Stiles behind. And that was the hardest part.

For the rest of the week, as she celebrated internally, she hid the biggest news of her life from all of her friends and the boy she had deemed the love of her life. Anyone would have thought she was the one harboring a secret supernatural life with the way she was guarding her secret. And, maybe it shouldn’t have been something she kept to herself. Maybe they would have all been excited for her and understood the reason for the distance. But something deep in her stopped her every single time.

If her friends had noticed there was anything different from her demeanor, they didn’t say a thing. In the midst of final exams and the Christmas holidays soon approaching, everyone seemed to be stuck in their own heads. So, if they were in their heads, they couldn’t know there was something happening in hers.

But that Friday night, at the same hour Stiles would always sneak in, (Y/N) knew there was no way she could continue to hide her secret any longer.

“Come on,” he chuckled as he jumped onto her bed, holding his arms open. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“What do you mean?” she said, forcing a smile. “Why do you say that?”

“You know you can’t lie to me. I may not have super hearing, but I can tell, (Y/N).”

“Yeah,” she chuckled softly. “You know me too well.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled as he crossed the distance between them and caressed the softness of her cheek. “Now, please, tell me what’s wrong?”

That was it. That was the moment that had changed them, the moment that had broken them.

(Y/N) took a steadying breath and took his hands in hers, focusing on the veins on his hands rather than his worried eyes. “I got a letter last week,” she started with a sigh. “I told you about all the colleges I had applied to as early action.”

“Of course, you bright mind, you,” he said. “Did you already start getting the acceptance letters?”

“Uh, there’s another college I actually applied to. Early decision.”

“Like binding early decision?”

“Yeah, exactly,” she said, her voice trembling as she spoke. “I, uh, I applied to the University of Oxford. And I got in.”

Instead of embracing her, Stiles dropped her hands, taking a step away from her. “In England?” he asked as though he was offended. “Why would you wanna go that far?”

“It’s not about the distance,” she grimaced, finally meeting his hurt eyes. “It’s about what that school means. That’s where my dad went to school. That’s the place my parents met. That was the school that started my entire life, Stiles.”

“So, why didn’t you tell me about it? If it was so damn important, why did you never mention it?” Stiles seethed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “You wanna start a new life, is that it? Follow in your parents’ footsteps and meet the love of your life there? Great, (Y/N). And you made sure you did it in a way you couldn’t back out.”

“Stiles, that’s not…”

“So, what? Were you gonna wait until graduation to tell me that you were moving halfway across the world to get away from us? From me?” the boy cried. “Or were you simply going to disappear and start a new life without telling anyone? But I guess that’s your thing now, huh? Keeping big shit like this until you can’t anymore.”

“That’s not fair, Stiles,” she frowned, hugging her arms tightly across her torso. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up, so I didn’t say anything. That doesn’t mean that I would have never told you about it. I’m not looking to escape. I’m looking to start my future.”

“And it looks like you were starting it without me then,” he croaked. “What does that mean for us, (Y/N)? We ride it out until graduation, and then you leave for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t… you wanna b-break up?”

“It’s inevitable now, isn’t it?” Stiles said in a tone that broke her more than the words he was speaking. “You’re gonna be in England, and I’m gonna be god knows where. It’s better just to do it now.”

That night was nothing like she had imagined it would be. She had hoped Stiles would have been excited for her and promised her everything would be alright. That somehow he would have the answers to how they could withstand so much distance because they had to make it. Out of everyone in their friend group, those two had to make it.

Instead, it had taken a turn for the worse. One second, Stiles was standing before her with a smile on his face, and the next, he was leaving through her window with tears streaming down his face. What she had most been dreading was that scenario to play out, and a week before their friend’s holiday party, it had. They had gone through life-threatening and mind-boggling situations, but it was a college acceptance letter that broke them apart.

The coming days (Y/N) spent buried in bed. Although she should have been celebrating one of her biggest achievements –other than saving lives and defeating many, many creatures– she had wasted more tears during that time than she had done the past years of her life. She was distraught and defeated, and she had no idea how she would make it through the last semester of high school, much less how she would have made it through a Christmas party.

Somehow, they had arrived at Scott’s house at the same time, even after she had made sure she left twenty minutes after Stiles. The universe liked to play its mean tricks, but that one was almost unforgivable.

“Let’s just try to stay out of each other’s way,” he grimaced. “The less we are near each other, the harder it’ll be for them to find out.”

“Harder to find out what?” Scott asked as he swung the front door open, his signature goofy grin stretched across his mouth. Instinctively, Stiles draped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and smiled brightly. “Ooh, did you bring your brownies, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Still warm from the oven.”

“Wouldn’t be a party without them,” Stiles commented. “Now, let us in. It’s kinda cold out tonight.”

The second they were inside, Stiles broke for the living room while (Y/N) moved to the kitchen with Scott. She set the tray on the overfilled kitchen island, noticing to the side that the dinner table was perfectly set up. “Oh, the table looks nice,” she commented. “But I thought we’d be doing something more low-key.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Lydia thought it’d be fun to do a more grown-up dinner party.”

“Yeah. Place settings and everything.”

“We were waiting for you guys to start eating,” he said. “We’re doing gifts after.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Slowly, the rest of the group trickled into the kitchen, greeting and hugging (Y/N) as they looked over all the food and served themselves their plates. And, of course, her seat was right next to Stiles’. Even if she had wanted to sit anywhere else, the rest had already taken their assigned seats, and the only open spot was the one that had her name.

She gave her ex-boyfriend a small smile, looking anywhere but into the brown of his eyes. Her heart beat against her chest, threatening to jump out of her body. It made her fidgety as everyone ate, thinking any of the wereanimals around her would be able to tell how she was feeling.

But Scott was laughing with Stiles, Malia was talking to Lydia, and Hayden, Liam, and Mason had their own conversation running. (Y/N) was all by herself. She was surrounded by all the people she loved, but it was the loneliest she had felt in a long time. Without the usual comforting words from Stiles, she couldn’t help but feel so out of place. It was the happiest time of the year, but the girl was miserable, and it hurt that it didn’t seem like the boy she loved was sad as well.

“Alright,” Lydia spoke up as everyone ignored their mostly empty plates. “Now that our bellies are full, I think it’s time for Secret Santa! And I truly hope you all kept it a secret this time.”

“Not that it’d matter anyway,” Liam chuckled. “We all know we ask for help every time.”

“Anyways,” she said, ignoring the soft laughter that erupted from the group. “Let’s go to the living room, and (Y/N) you’ll go first.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” she smiled as she followed the group into the living room. She crouched under the decorated Christmas tree, pulling out the gift that had been there for almost two weeks. “I got Lydia.”

“How wonderful!” the redhead mused, quick to hug her friend and rip away the wrapping paper. Inside the gift box was a mosaic picture of Lydia, Allison, and (Y/N), the first time they had finally considered each other friends. “Oh, it’s beautiful! I wish I could take it with me everywhere.”

“It was hard to get it just right, but I loved how it turned out.”

“It’s perfect, (Y/N),” she beamed. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I love you, Lids.”

“Love you too,” the girl said as she wrapped her friend in a tighter hug. “My turn!”

Lydia had gifted Liam nine books out of his TBR list —nine because of his lacrosse number. Then, Liam gifted Scott a new leather jacket so he could “actually look cool when riding his motorcycle,” Liam snickered. Scott then gifted Malia a light blue hoodie to add to her ever-growing collection, while Malia gifted Hayden a journal and pen set, saying it was for when her mind felt too busy. After a warm smile and a hug, she announced her gift was for Mason, laughing as he pulled out an ugly cat sweater. Once the loud laughter subsided, Mason gifted Stiles a massage mat for his Jeep.

“For when you’re taking really long drives,” the boy smiled, clearly proud of himself. “There’s quite some distance between here and D.C. It’ll come in handy.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled as he hugged Mason. “Thanks, man. It’s great.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Mason sat back down, Stiles cleared his throat as he pulled the last gift. Everyone knew by then who it was for. There was no one else left. “Well, I guess you all know who this is for,” he said. “I hope you like it, (Y/N).”

The girl received the bag with a soft smile, trying her best to swallow the tears that were threatening to spill. She had forgotten for a second how cruel the universe could be. She pulled out the white tissue paper first before finding a beautiful brown bear dressed in a blue knit sweater. Around its neck, there was a necklace with something she could only assume was a soundwave. With curiosity washing over her, she looked to Stiles for an explanation.

“Uh, so, it’ll make a lot more sense if you press the bear’s hand,” he stammered. Once she died as told, the sound broke her. From deep in the belly of the teddy bear, her father’s voice rang out, singing the words of “You Are My Sunshine.” There was not a single night when she was little that her father didn’t sing that to her, and even as she grew old for the lullaby, he would call her sunshine. “I got a recording from your mom of your dad singing the song when you were a baby,” Stiles spoke over the music. “And the necklace is the image of the soundwave of your dad calling you sunshine.”

Tears had long since fallen down her cheeks, clutching the bear in her arms as though it was her own father. With her eyes closed, it was almost as though he was right there, singing to her. But it was what came after the song that shattered her. “You’re gonna do great things, (Y/N),” her father said through the bear. “I love you forever, my little sunshine.”

At that moment, all she wanted to do was hug Stiles and kiss him like she had done a million times before. That was the boy she had fallen in love with. The one that cared and listened. The one that had made her heart race and her stomach turn into butterflies. She wanted to tell him she loved him and never let him go, but she couldn’t. Just like she could never do with her father.

“I, uh,” she said as she stood from the couch, feeling as though she would faint in the crowded room. “I need some air.”

(Y/N) stammered her way out of the living room and through the front door, only allowing herself to break down when she was at the end of the driveway. She fell to her knees and hugged the bear to her chest as she cried, letting the hurt that had accumulated over the years spill onto the pavement. In less than six months, she was going to walk into a new life halfway across the globe without the support of her father and now, without the support of Stiles. All alone.

She should have been celebrating. She knew that. She should have been crying tears of joy and jumping into her love’s arms. Instead, it was the bear’s arms that she could feel. The softness of its fur, the sound of her father’s voice.

Without even realizing it, she had begun singing along to the lullaby, sniffling between words as the tears didn’t relent. “You’re gonna do great things, (Y/N),” her father said once more through the bear. “I love you forever, my little sunshine.”

“I love you too, dad,” she cried.

“Hey,” his voice startled her. Through teary eyes, she looked up to find Stiles draping a jacket over her shoulders. He slid to the ground next to her, facing the house before them as she was now. “I’m sorry. I bought the gift weeks ago, and I wasn’t sure if I was still allowed to give it to you.”

“No, it was… i-it was perfect,” she stammered, running her hand over the bear’s fur. “It’s just everything rushed over me. Like the breakup, the fact that I won’t be here next year, the fact that my dad won’t even see me gradua…”

Another string of sobs ransacked (Y/N)’s body, but that time it wasn’t the bear she was hugging. Stiles had wrapped his arms around her, pressing her into his chest. She could smell his cologne and feel his warmth, a feeling she had missed for the past seven days. All she wanted was to melt into his touch and profess to him all that she felt. But she couldn’t. Not anymore. Because he didn’t want it.

“I didn’t want things to be this way,” she cried into his chest. “I didn’t want everything to fall apart.”

Stiles remained quiet as she cried, a hard feat for someone like him. But he let her cry and cry until only quiet sniffles filled the air. Because he hadn’t wanted things to be that way either.

He knew he had overreacted. When he had told (Y/N) his plans of enrolling in George Washington University all the way across the county, she had told him they could make it work. Especially if she got into any of the ivy leagues she had applied to on the East Coast. It had been fine. Hell, it had been perfect.

But when she told him that she wouldn’t just be a couple of states away but that she would be on another continent, he couldn’t help but let his abandonment issues take control.

He knew she was brilliant. He knew she deserved to do and be all that she had dreamed. But he feared that once she achieved all of her goals, he would just not fit into her life anymore.

“You’re gonna go on to do great things, (Y/N),” he sighed sadly as her tears stopped. “You’re gonna go to Oxford, just like your parents, and you’re gonna probably graduate at the top of your class on your way. And I’ll be here —well, in Washington, technically—cheering you on.”

“But why couldn’t we be great together, Stiles? We couldn’t we both go on to do great things, together?”

“Come on, (Y/N). Once you’re there, you’re gonna meet so many people, and you’ll have guys falling on their knees for you,” he chuckled dryly. “I won’t fit into your new world. I mean, you said it yourself: that’s where your parents met and your life began. And now, maybe you’ll have a new beginning. And years from today, we’ll run into each other, and you’ll tell me about your job and your husband and your kids, and I’ll be so happy for you. Because you serve all the love and happiness in the world, even if it’s without me.”

“Have you even asked yourself if that’s what I want?” (Y/N) asked as she left his warm embrace, her red eyes boring into his. “I’m not leaving because I’m searching for a new life. I want to go to Oxford because it’s one of the last things I can share with my dad. I can walk down the same halls he did, I can take classes in the same classrooms, and eat at the same places he did. But I was always going to come back, Stiles. Because my friends are here, my mom is here, because you are here. I don’t want to run into you and talk about another man or the kids I would have with him. I don’t want to run into you at all. I want to walk beside you, Stiles. If I ever have kids, it’s only if they’re a part of you too,” she cried, fresh tears falling down her already-stained cheeks. “If you don’t love me anymore, then fine. I can understand that, and I can walk away. But don’t you dare say that you wouldn’t fit into my life because you’ve been there longer than anyone I know, and I need you to be there until the end. Because I already lost someone important to me and I can’t lose you too. Not you.”

“(Y/N), I don’t want to lose you either,” he sobbed. “But how can we fight with the distance? How could we ever withstand the fact that we’ll be an ocean away?”

“We have gone through worse battles than a plane ride, Stiles. We have been on the brink of death more times this past year than any person would in their lifetime. Do you really think being in a different time zone is the limit to our relationship? I know the future isn’t promised but you were the one person I always knew would be there.”

“I’m scared, okay?! I’m scared that you’ll meet someone better than me, (Y/N). I’m terrified that you’ll realize that maybe I’m not the guy that can give you your happy ever after,” he finally confessed. His voice croaked, and his chest heaved as the words fell out of his mouth faster than he could ever stop them. “This week has been torture without you. But it’s made me realize that Beacon Hills has always been too small for you. After May, you’re gonna go out there and find your place. And this town will be nothing but a memory you’ll come back to.”

“There is no one better for me than you, Stiles, and Beacon Hills will always be my home,” she replied softly. Her cold hand found his cheek, and she wiped away his tears with her thumb. “I don’t want to know a life where you’re not there. You can’t give up on us without even trying, Stiles. You just can’t.”

Without thinking twice, (Y/N) crashed her lips onto his, sinking into the warmth of his mouth. After a week, kissing him felt like the very first time. It was desperate and filled with need —the need for closeness and passion, the need for love. Instinctively, Stiles’ hands found her waist and pulled her closer to him, wondering how he ever thought he could live without her touch.

“I love you, Stiles, and I don’t even want to think about ever having to love someone else,” she whispered as she parted from him. “My heart belongs to you. And if this is the end, it’ll still remain in your hands.”

“I couldn’t love anyone else like I love you, (Y/N),” he replied with a soft smile. “But I just can’t help the thoughts that flood my brain sometimes.”

“Then don’t listen to them and listen to me when I say that since the moment I met you, I’ve known you were it for me. There is no other man waiting for me in Oxford. It’s you, and it will always be you,” (Y/N) said before kissing him softly once more. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me, Stiles Stilinski, and you’re the only thing that I want to keep happening to me.”

“I can’t believe I ever broke up with you. Especially during Christmas,” Stiles chuckled as he rested his forehead against hers, flicking the tip of her nose with his own. “It was honestly the worst week of my life.”

“Including being possessed?” Scott’s voice startled them as he came into view. “Although, I get it because this was completely avoidable.”

(Y/N) chuckled as she took Scott’s extended hand and got on her feet, wiping away any tears that still remained. “Did you hear that whole thing?”

“More or less,” he chuckled. “It’s a bit hard not to when I was coming to see if you guys were okay.”

“We’re good now, Scotty,” Stiles grinned. “Just had some unresolved feelings to work, though.”

“Can you not mention the whole thing about the breakup? I don’t wanna make it a whole thing.”

“That’s a bit hard, (Y/N),” Malia called from the open front door. “We all kind of already know.”

“Oh, cool, great,” she said as she hid in Stile’s embrace. “That’s not embarrassing at all.”

“Eh, at least our parents are back together,” Liam commented. “Best Christmas present.”

“It really is, huh?” Stiles whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

“Yes. Very cute and adorable,” Lydia added in a desperate tone. “Now, can we go back inside before Hayden and Mason finish all the brownies?”

As the group walked back into the house, Stiles and (Y/N) shared one more moment together on the front porch. “Hey, look up,” Stiles said with a smile. “Mistletoe.”

“Funny that they’d hang that at a werewolf's home,” she chuckled. “Although, I’m pretty sure that one’s plastic.”

“And I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to kiss me.”

“Maybe I’m waiting for another guy to kiss under the plant.” Stiles frowned at her words, and all she could do was laugh. “Too soon?”

“Much,” he said. “Now, come here.”

He snaked his hands on either side of her face and kissed her passionately. He kissed her for every day they had spent apart. He kissed her for every hurtful word he had spewed. He kissed her as a promise of his love for her. Stiles kissed her like she was his future.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months ago

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Day.23 ~ Let's make a fire ~ Hallowtober

Pyro x girlfriend!reader

warning : kiss, fluff, no use of Y/n

Summary : Even if it wasn't quite Halloween yet you could still play a few pranks and you'd do anything for sweets, especially if you'd been in one for decades and hadn't even tasted the sweetness of a chocolate bar. Something she would change while her beloved Pyro would light her way through the night.

info : Yeah I'm sure Pyro missed Halloween and the dark October so let's give him something sweet ;)

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Heat, heat was something he seemed to feel only on himself, not that he minded, his whole life had to do with heat, heat that came from fire and had been with him ever since he thought about this unjust world.

But the sun, it was not andbient the fire he enjoyed, especially not when he feared at any moment his bowels might leave his body with a thought of his boss who only needed him for his strength-she had only needed everyone for their strength.

Even though he had a deal, even though Logan had suddenly appeared, not the one he knew, and even though he saw himself lying crushed to death on the floor, he could finally feel coolness again.

A coolness one night when he was finally out of the Void, finally out of the nightmare thanks to her, his love, his life…the hope he had clung to and which had paid off when he saw her in the portal that showed a city and she had pulled him out. ,,It's still strange to be back," he murmured again, having said it many times over the last few weeks as he had to get used to not only the changed world but also the situation for mutants and opponents, it seemed as if the words of his former professor would become realities.

But he didn't care too much, he spent every minute with his love outside or in the flat, he never wanted to go back to this emptiness and was happy when he did everyday things like shopping or watching the news, making phone calls and going to the cinema, ,,We have all the time in the world…and John you are safe promise" she had answered again and again and taking his hand he felt his warmth as he made the flame of a candle dance and little birds flew around.

As much as she thought it was cute how he was happy about the smallest thing and just glad to be back, she knew that he had not only missed birthdays but that he had missed all the festivities and no one had been waiting for him except for her and a few old friends.

Old friends they had met before school, hugs and tears had happened but despite everything she realised how John had changed, he had found his place, had a family with her, someone to be with and that was the only thing he wanted.

Magneto and everything that had happened two decades ago was behind him and her heart beat faster with joy not only when she saw his own changes but also when she heard the tapping of keys on her laptop and watched him more and more often as his writing career returned with the onset of autumn.

,,You are the blossoming rose in the snow at night, you saved me from the cold that froze me in infinite eternity," he said as she saw him tighten his grip on the paper in his hands. It was part of a poem he wanted to submit to the local newspaper with the onset of october to maybe get a job.

Giving him a gentle look, she took his hands and kissed him on the tip of his nose, ,,This is beautiful John, it fills my heart and soul just because of you," she admitted seeing the warmth in his eyes turn to love and devotion as he engaged her in a kiss and her warmth matched his.

A warmth that only grew into a joy as she noticed how John had been writing more and more since he was accepted, looking forward to the fabled Halloween, his favourite day of the year, the day when he could live out all that he was someone in a mask, someone scary, evil but also romantically dark like his stories and poems...but most of all he liked the sweets.

One thing she'd seen him do many times was buy a little more candy than he needed, not only because he was afraid someone would take it away from him but also because he loved the candy, ,,It's Halloween on the thirty-first and I thought we could do some sweet or sour touring," she suggested, hearing the delighted sound as he pulled her into a huddle and John immediately set about making costumes and finding new ways to use his fire.

She had to smile when she saw a phoenix-like costume on him with feathers and wings that he had made himself and she herself as a Frankenstein's bride was simply classic and they both went out into the street on the cool October evening, ,,This is so beautiful," said John, who saw the street and the many pumpkin lanterns, ghosts and gravestones was so much more than just inspiration for him.

The couple walking the streets and houses chatted a little and especially the children loved his fire trix from the phoenix falcon magic to the dancing ghosts and pumpkins it was a spectacle for everyone but most of all it was the sweets as a reward they got too with a few talks and performances their pockets were full.

Even though he thought they were going home, she had another idea and decided to go to the hill of the city where there was a bench and the two of them sat down there, his hand on hers and her head on his shoulder, looking at the illuminated city and the full moon that hovered over them while flames lit up the surroundings.

,,Thank you my heart this is the best thing I've ever had in my life" she heard his voice and looked into a face covered in make-up and smiles, a smile she returned and he pulled her into a kiss between sweetness and happiness it was love that they both tasted as the flames became hearts and they knew that not only were they finally together again but John could finally feel the joy of Halloween again.

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#hallowtober #deadpool 3 #deadpool and wolverine #john allerdyce #john allerdyce x reader #xmen pyro #x men pyro x reader #male x female #no use of y/n

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narrans · 1 year ago

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My Borrowed Son | 1 | That Day

It would’ve been the perfect day to rain. The divorce was finalized. The house and everything in it were divided up accordingly, but only two boxes of an entire life together had been cracked open. The rest were still taped and shoved in every free space available.

Seven years. It had only been seven years. Well… they don’t call it the seven year itch for nothing, but why did it have to be her?

Amanda Silverstein sat on the edge of the hard plastic bench just beside the playground in the neighborhood she moved into just one month ago.

The sun shone brightly on the metallic structure that made up the playground. The swings drifted back and forth in the light breeze that didn’t reach the clouds high above. It looked abandoned, but school was in session, so no kids were present yet.

In a perfect world, Amanda could have seen her children playing on a playground like this. The house her and her now ex-husband had was next to a lovely playground.

All of these hopes and dreams were now dry and fading like the link signature on the divorce papers sitting on her kitchen table.

They weren’t, however, dry like her eyes. Amanda hadn’t stopped the slow stream of leaking tears since she went on her walk. The warmth of the sun couldn’t penetrate the barrier of numb sorrow strangling her heart. Every moment, she wondered what she could’ve done differently. Could she have spoken softer? Was it the hours she worked? Her desire for kids? What chased him away? Or was it inevitable? Were there too many differences in the first place? Was there anything she could’ve done?

Amanda hung her head and laced her fingers through her hair by her scalp. Deep breath after deep breath, she was managing to keep herself from succumbing to the nausea plaguing her. Head throbbing, she leaned back and stared at the cloudless sky.

It was only now that she realized she wasn’t shuddering with every breath. She filled her lungs and exhaled the first calm breath she had taken in hours.

What was she going to do now? Work, obviously; but what else? The possibilities were endless, and the vastness was all consuming.

It was too much…

And…

Really…

What she was actually asking herself was what was she going to do without him.

Was it even worth it?

Chest clenching in the familiar aching throb, Amanda felt on the verge of another round of sobs when she heard something.

It was a soft sob, and it didn’t come from her. It was a sniffling sob that sounded close, but a quick glance around revealed no one.

Amanda composed herself and wiped her palm against her cheek, smearing what little makeup she placed on her eyes.

“Hello?” she called. The little sob was close, but no one was around her.

More importantly, the sob sounded like it was… under… the bench.

Amanda swallowed dryly and dared her curious side to peer under the bench as she heard another impossibly soft cry. There was no way something was there, right?

She pulled her skirt to the side and looked, heart skipping every other beat in her chest as she did.

Naturally, nothing seemed to be under there… at first.

Then, after a moment of staring intensely and unblinking at the same spot while allowing her eyes to unfocus, she saw some of the tall blades of grass twitch. Amanda held her breath. Did she just see that?

She focused on the same spot and, once again, saw the tall blades of grass twitch and something pull closer to the pole. Mortified, Amanda pulled her whole body up onto the bench, fearing it might be an injured creature like a mouse.

But… how could it be a mouse? It was a light sandy brown and was too round for a mouse.

Perhaps it was one of those crying dolls that a child lost earlier on the playground?

Amanda dared herself again to peer over the edge and, with the utmost care, pulled the blades of grass out of her field of vision.

Almost instantly stunned, she found herself locking eyes with the smallest boy she had ever seen in her life. Soft brown eyes and gaunt features, a boy no bigger than Amanda’s thumb was huddled next to the metallic part of the pole that supported the bench.

Upon seeing Amanda, the child scurried away to the other side of the pole, peering out only a little to reveal his fear filled eyes.

Amanda felt like she was about to faint. Stunned beyond words didn’t cover the rush of emotions she experienced. Completely flabbergasted, Amanda could only stare at the boy, jaw slack with surprise.

Was he real?

Was he a hallucination?

Was this some kind of manifested stress creature because of everything she was going through recently?

She found herself muttering, “Hey there,” before she could stop herself. The boy, who looked thin and filthy, whimpered, and retreated back behind the pole once again, and he didn’t reappear despite Amanda being able to hear him.

Amanda’s anxiety from her own predicament was immediately replaced by questions and concern about this child.

Was he alone?

Was he real?

Where were his parents?

He looked human enough, but he couldn’t be human if he were that small, right?

What should she do? Should she call the police? Or was he more like an animal and, if she touched him, he would be rejected by his family.

What should she do?

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tytarax · 20 days ago

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Can we get a daishikan that completely obsessed with the reader (not like a yandere type)

but would never say anything about his feelings cause he doesn't want them to be turned away

Omg... this is so sad... (I mean, give me a min, I'll write it but) In real life, don't you dare doing this, life gets really shitty. There was this one guy in my class (In high school) and I had a crush on him, but like for real, we had been friends for years and well yeah, I wanted to have something with him.

But he was one of the "popular guys" and I wasn't (yeah, my life is a Wattpad story with bad ending), were there signals? Yeah, from both sides. And almost everyone noticed (except for the two girls who had an even bigger crush on him and he rejected. We always had these certain interactions that showed affection and all (even when I was already in a "relationship" with someone else)

Anyway the graduation arrived and we got to speak a bit about our feelings, but it was like regretting, we haven't speak ever since :')

Now, let's begin

The Grand Priest had always prided himself on his composure. As the attendant to the Omni-King, his duties demanded unwavering discipline and an even temperament. Yet, none of his millennia of existence had prepared him for the peculiar warmth that bloomed in his chest whenever you were near.

You weren’t extraordinary by cosmic standards—just a mortal plucked from obscurity by Zeno’s fleeting interest. You spent your days wandering the palace, curiosity drawing you to places no one dared venture, your presence an unspoken contradiction to the sacred order.

He had convinced himself at first that it was simply the novelty of your presence. Mortals rarely graced these halls, and perhaps his fascination was only that—an interest in something unfamiliar. But as the days turned into weeks, he began to notice the subtleties of his own behavior.

The way he found excuses to linger when you spoke.

The way he orchestrated his tasks to pass through the areas you frequented.

The way his lips curved, ever so slightly, when your laughter echoed through the palace.

Zeno adored you in his innocent, childlike way, but the Grand Priest's feelings were far from innocent. They were... consuming. He found himself memorizing the smallest details about you: the way you tilted your head when you were curious, the rhythm of your steps as you explored, the sound of your voice when you spoke to him directly—a melody he couldn’t forget.

But he would never speak of it.

The thought of driving you away—of seeing your gaze shift with discomfort or, worse, fear—was unbearable. He had seen the awe and respect you held for him, and he couldn’t risk shattering that fragile connection.

So, he settled for silence, tucking his feelings away where they couldn’t escape. His affection manifested in quiet acts: ensuring your favorite food appeared at meals, adjusting the temperature of the palace when you complained of the chill, and subtly shielding you from Zeno’s more chaotic whims.

One evening, you sat on the palace steps, gazing at the endless expanse of stars. He approached, his steps soundless.

“Daishinkan,” you greeted, turning to smile at him. “Do you ever get tired of this place? It’s beautiful, but... it feels so big, so empty.”

He hesitated, his chest tightening. “It is as it must be,” he replied softly. “But your presence has brought... life to these halls.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and for a moment, he feared he’d said too much. But then you smiled, a quiet, genuine expression that made his resolve falter.

“I’m glad I can make it a little less lonely,” you said, returning your gaze to the stars.

The Grand Priest stood there, watching you, the glow of the cosmos reflected in your eyes. And in that moment, he swore he would never let you feel the emptiness you had unknowingly filled in him. Even if he could never say the words, even if his feelings remained a secret, he would ensure you always felt welcome here—in his world, and in his heart.

Masterpost

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#dragon ball super #dbs one shot #oneshot #one shots #daishinkan one shot #dragon ball #daishinkan #grand priest #dbs grand priest #daishinkan x reader #x reader #grand priest x reader

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taylorswitch09 · 1 year ago

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Tickle Tickleee~

Characters: lee!reader, (Y/N, female) ler!c/n (crush's name, male)

Ship: Y/N x C/N

Word Count: 1,170

Synopsis: One Friday evening, C/N finds out Y/N is DEATHLY ticklish, COMPLETELY by accident.

THIS IS MY FIRST FIC BAHAHAH. IT IS TOTALLY SFW SO NSFW DNI CUS I AM A MINOR. HAVE FUN READING!! <3

This fic is from the lee's perspective. (2nd/3rd person)

It was a Friday evening in June. School was ending in a few weeks. Speaking of school, your 4-8 after-school job at the local pizzeria was FINALLY over for the day. You were on your way to your crush, C/N's house to have a sleepover, and you were SUPER excited, because although it had just been about 5-6 hours since you've last seen C/N, deep down, the two of you had a VERY deep connection.

You and C/N have been childhood best friends for almost 10 years, and you've been dating for 6. Still, the relationship goes strong with the two of you because you two love each other so much despite all of the arguments and fights.

After 5 minutes, you finally get to his house and ring the doorbell. Excited, C/N opens the door.

"C/N!!" you squealed. You jump into his arms for a hug.

"Hahaha, awww! Hey Y/N!" he laughed. The two of you touch lips and enjoy a good one minute kiss. After the kiss, you walk in as C/N holds the door for you. You blush admiringly as he shuts the door behind you.

"C/N, you don't know how much I've been wanting to sleep over! It's been almost a month," you bubbled.

"Awww, you don't know how much I've been wanting you to come over either!" C/N smiled.

The two of you plop on the couch. Luckily, some cozy blankets were already set up for the two of you, so you both got snuggled in. C/N's body was nice and warm for you to cuddle in, and as you heard the beat of his heart, you felt nice and relaxed, until suddenly, C/N accidentally touches your sides, which caused you to squeal and jump away.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling. Did I accidentally touch your sides?" C/N questioned. You just smiled and nodded.

"Oh... then why are you smiling?" he smirked.

"Uhhh... N-nothing! Nothing. N-no reason." You felt red in the face.

"Okay..." C/N already had a feeling you were a little ticklish. So he "accidentally" touched your sides again, this time causing you to not only squeal, but also giggle. C/N immediately lit up.

"Hehe, C/N, that tickles!" you laughed. But you knew he was just joking around.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry!" C/N joked. "I, uhh- just have always thought of something about you..."

"What's it about?"

"Everytime I touch you, you seem to squirm away or giggle..."

You nodded nervously. You were EXTREMELY ticklish, so it would be crazy if C/N found out. Speaking of which...

"Are you... uhm-"

"-Ticklish?" you finished. You were red in the face again, as you knew what was gonna happen next.

"Yep!" C/N beamed.

"Hehehe, yeah, kinda," you nervously laughed.

C/N immediately smirked. Your blush deepened.

"D-dohon't tickle me though!" you cried. However, deep down, you did want to be tickled.

"Whyyy? It's only the first time!" C/N laughed. "It'll be fun, I promise."

"Okay," you said through giggles. You were excited for this. You LOVED being tickled, but you didn't want to tell C/N JUST yet.

He dimmed the lights, probably to add suspense.

"Now, lay down on the couch."

You did just as he said with a big smile. You even squealed, much to his surprise.

"I can tell you're excited," C/N smiled, and you smiled back.

"Yeah, a little." you replied.

"Hehehe, are you ready Y/N?" C/N playfully questioned.

"Yep," you smiled.

"Okayy! Let's see... let's start with... right here~." He started to slowly drag your fingers along your sides.

You instantly started to squeal and giggle. Even the smallest touch on a bad spot like your sides tickles to you. "Thahat tihihickles!"

C/N instantly melted. "Awwww, Y/N! You really are ticklish, aren't ya? Your laugh is... adorable."

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhp!"

C/N didn't hesitate to tickle a LITTLE faster. He thought this was the cutest thing ever.

"Tickle tickle tickle~!" He even laughed in spite of himself.

You started laughing louder, and you also started squirming. Your sides sure are a REALLY bad spot. "C/N, THAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!!" you screamed through a fit of giggles.

"Awww, we got a tickle spot! Coochie coochie coo~!" C/N cooed as he started tickling faster. You were laughing so hard that you started blushing deep red, which C/N admired. You covered your face, but C/N pulled your hands away.

"NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" you whined through giggles.

"Yesss~!" C/N cooed again. "I just loveee seeing your smile. You're wayyy more ticklish for your own good than I thought!"

Although it sounded like you were hating it, deep down, you were having the time of your life. And C/N was loving it.

"I wonder, where else are you ticklish?" C/N cooed as he slowly moved towards your stomach and started tickling it. "Here~?" "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHT!!" You couldn't help but belly laugh. Your stomach was your DEATH SPOT. Your blush even deepened once again.

"Awww, another tickle spot!" C/N smiled.

"IHIHIHIH'M SOHOHORY C/N, IHIHI CAHAHN'T HEHEHEHLP IHIHIHIT!!" you screamed through laughter.

"Don't say sorry!! Or else I'll have to move to a different spot..." And then, C/N moved to your armpits. You were DYING.

"Perfect," he grinned.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" you whined.

"Yesss, here! You are too ticklish~" C/N teased.

"HEHEHEHEHEHE, *SNORT*!"

"AWWWW, was that a snort? You're so cute~!"

"UHUHUM, MAHAHAHYBEHEHEHE?!"

"It was definitely a snort~!" C/N cooed once again. You couldn't help but laugh. Your ribs were getting tough, and once C/N started tickling them, you even started hiccuping through your giggles.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, *HICCUP*!"

"You're hiccuping too~!"

"IHIHIHI- *HICCUP* KNOHOHOHOHOW!! *SNORT*"

"Seeee~, I told you you were cute~! Now, repeat after me." C/N grinned.

"HAHAHAHAHAH, OHOHOKAHAHAHY!"

"I am the cutest ticklish girl in the whole world!"

"I- IHIHI- I'M THE CUHUHUTEST TIHIHICKLISH GIRL IHIHN THE WHOHOLE WOHOHOHRLD! HAHAHAHAHAH!!"

"Good~!" C/N chortled as he finally, FINALLY let you go. You were left almost breathless with a super red face. Your heartbeat, which was probably at about 200 BPM, could be heard.

"Hehehe, what'd ya think?"

"Hahahahah... *sigh* Thahat- was so fun!" you beamed.

C/N blinked. "Really?"

"Hehe, yeah! I loved that!"

"W-wow," C/N gasped. "I- really didn't expect that!"

You laughed. "Really? After all of the things I said through my giggles?"

"I mean... I guess," C/N chortled.

You beamed. "Awww!" You ran to him for a hug. He giggled and cradled you in his arms once again. You giggled back.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you whispered back as you two leaned in for a kiss once again. After that, you fell asleep in C/N's arms.

That night was the best evening of your life, and it was C/N's too. Tickling had become your bond together. But you have yet to find out if HE is ticklish. That's your next step.

To be continued...

YAY YOU MADE IT TO THE END! TYSM FOR READING!! PLEASE FOLLOW FOR MORE! <3

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mxmis · 2 years ago

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Arcane Women~How you met

A/n: this is my first ever post and first time writing for my own interest instead of school I’m open to suggestions or ideas or even criticisms

Vi~🥊

You were a kid in the lanes around the same age as her

You were taken in by Vander a couple years after Vi was after you were caught stealing some drinks and snacks from the last drop

Vander talked things out with you and instead of finding some way of doing away with you. he took you in!to your surprise he brought you into the basement of Last Drop and introduced you to the rest of his family

“Welcome to your new home y/n”

He had a comforting hand on your shoulder as you looked around the unfamiliar room filled with soon to be familiar faces

“This is Vi- she is in charge of things when I’m busy or not there”

He gestures to the pink haired girl and she looks up from playing with the younger blue haired girl

She seems to be eyeing you up before saying anything

Eventually she stands and walks over to you with a hand outstretched asking to be shaken

“Like he said I’m Vi, what’s your name?”

Caitlyn~🔵

You were the child of a family friend

Your parents always met together and eventually brought you along this lead to you being lead by your parents into Caitlyn’s estate

Walking through the large doors you are met with a fancy decor that made you feel a little overwhelmed like you’re in VIP area with no pass

You then see the faces of the Kiramann parents who you’ve spoken with maybe five times so they’re somewhat familiar

Then looking to their side you see the one you’ve been brought here to meet a cute blue haired girl

“Y/n we’ve brought you here to meet Caitlyn our good friends little daughter”

Little was an overstatement you may of been the same age but she probably still had 3-4 inches on you

You see her bashfully wave and flash you a smile

“Why don’t you show your new friend here around Caitlyn”

“Yes mother, come on Y/n we can start in the kitchen”

Powder(Jinx)-🦋

You were living with Ekko and Benzo so it was bound to happen that you would run into their group

You had seen them hanging out in the shop a couple times before you had even introduced yourself you were pretty shy because you were still young

However you did want to meet the blue haired girl who looked to be the same age as you and Ekko

“Hey Y/n have you met these guys yet”

You turn to see Ekko looking at your with a smiling face pointing at the group of mainly older people

You shook your head slowly and began to walk over their way making eye contact with the smallest of the group

“Well guys this is Y/n they’re the best at artsy stuff they made the sign out front”

#arcane x reader #vi x y/n #vi x reader #jinx x reader #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x you #jinx x you #jinx x y/n

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priestessame · 2 years ago

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How to break Captain Kuchiki

Leiutenant Reader X Byakuya

Fem! afab reader. Also, she is very clumsy. ღ(¯`◕‿◕´¯).

¸,ø¤º°°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º° CRACK! one shot °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°°º¤ø,¸

Summary: My, it seems like you waver the thoughts of even the most stoic men 🎀 🐰. Just some fluff and humor.

Warnings: Byakuya is a smitten tsundere and the reader is a clumsy idiot.

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God you hated this room.

Which was a little ungrateful to say when Isane had so graciously give you your own quarters. It was much relief that you didn’t have to share the space with other shinigami screaming with pain t as someone shoved medicine down their throats. But even with your own room you couldn't help but scrunch your nose in distaste. Because everywhere in the 4th division smelled exactly the same.

Like blood and bitter herbs.

By this time you should have gotten used to it. After all, you had long crossed the line that demarcated being clumsy, from being just plain unfortunate. Over your years as a lieutenant you had found yourself in the 4th division so much, that your own 3rd seat thought you had real thoughts of transferring.

Most of the time it wasn't your fault, like the one time you accidentally fell into one of Mayuri's experiments, or when one of Mayuri's experiments 'accidentally' fell on you. Or when you got commander Yamamoto an old-age home pamphlet (obviously captain Kyoraku thought it was a great idea).

So this time when you got sprayed with deadly poison, you begged Isane to just give you an ointment for the rash and let you go back to the 1st division. But obviously, she just brought you back here. Looking at the blisters up your thighs, Captain Unohana had agreed it was better to keep you under supervision for the night.

You sighed, being this accident-prone, meant division 4 was your second home. Not one you liked all that much, but home nonetheless.

To brighten your mood, Isane had really tried her best. Even now as she had tucked you in the futon tightly with fresh sheets. She had even put a vase of bellflowers beside your bed. Although with you in a white shroud and the flowers, the arrangement looked a little like a funeral offering. You groaned out in defeat, staring up at the wooden ceiling, the bitter aftertaste of the medicine curling in your mouth. If only this division smelled nicer, you thought, like freshly baked bread, or rain.... or fallen cherry blossoms.

You blushed with the sudden thought. Embarrassed at how easily you thought of him. It was like your mind had decided to torment you even more. Just the thought of the gorgeous man making your cheeks burn and toes curl. It was anything but appropriate to think of your superior that way, but thinking about his beauty was the only relief in such a sickly environment. You couldn't help let your mind wander.

You were always surprised by how mundane the afterlife was. There was nothing peaceful or magical about it, they still had violence and war and school. Even the Shinigami, the literal gods of death were not at all like the ones you had read about in literature on earth. Everyone here was very human. Everyone but him.

Captain Byakuya embodied everything haunting about death. The kind of Shinigami that seemed to have rolled off the canvas of an ink painting. He carried that kind of grace everywhere, from the smallest of his gestures to right into battle. A kind of refinement honed into nobility. You had always admired him as a character from a painting, gliding across a scroll, beautiful yet far removed from your own reality. Unyielding and unreachable, a god of death in every sense.

The first time you had seen him was when you were still in the soul academy. You were so star-struck at his elegance that you had sworn to yourself that you would become a soul reaper like him. Obviously, that was not how things turned out.

If anything, you were the absolute opposite of him. Without a shred of grace, the only time he had even looked at you was when you were having one of your clumsy streaks. Quick glances of exasperation as you tripped over yourself, either dousing Soi-fon in squid ink or bumping into an unsuspecting Toshiro.

Sometimes you wished that's all there was to your relationship. But all your reports had to be made directly to either Captain Byakuya or Renji himself. So you ended up working close to him most of the time. Somehow finding yourself in embarrassing situations with the captain even more than you found yourself in division 4.

The worst was when you were helping Renji find some damn artifact. You had tried to reach for something across your desk just as the captain looked for a scroll on the wall behind you. Your hip brushed against what you really hoped was his thigh and he had jerked backward so fast, that he crashed into the bookshelf behind him burying both of you under a debris of books.

All you did was apologize profusely and run away at full speed. Leaving a very confused Renji and a completely flustered captain behind.

You cringed at the memory. What was the point of your stupid heart racing around him? He probably just thought of you as a klutz that brought ill luck everywhere.

Especially after today. You thought bitterly.

Just the thought of how the poison had gotten on you in the first place made you want to cry. You closed your eyes just as there was a knock on the door.

"Get in Isane." you grumbled out, sure that it was her appearing for another check-up. You heard the sliding door open and cautious footsteps come in.

“Just how much trouble do you think he’ll have to go through to get another vial of poison from Mayuri?” You asked her, eyes still lidded.

“I don’t even want to think about the costs of it all” You sighed out before she could answer. “Stupid Renji couldn’t have picked someplace else to practice.”

This time you were practicing with Renji. Neither of you had expected Captain Byakuya to be around at the same time. Of course, Renji horribly misfired his Kido spell, which you should have easily dodged. But it sent you crashing into a very surprised Captain Kuchiki. If only that was the end of it, but you two tumbled head-first into a koi fish pond. The fall cracking Mayuri’s vial of poison that Byakuya was supposed to be sending back to the lab.

Not only had you completely embarrassed yourself, and given all the koi fish PTSD, your clumsiness had also destroyed a potentially irreplaceable object that Byakuya was responsible for. He was sure top bear the brunt for damaging it, and to ask Mayuri for a favor? Drinking the poison straight would have been less dangerous.

How could you even meet his gaze after something like that?

Isane seemed uncharacteristically quiet. But her silence only made you ramble even more. “After all, he’s so dignified and patient. He must already find me insufferable, and after what happened today.” Your voice trailed off as you groaned into your pillow.

“After this he must hate me.” You lamented.

Isane coughed awkwardly instead of responding. You finally peeked an eye open, ready to start talking again, only to jerk awake on realizing who it was.

"C-captain!" You exclaimed.

Sure enough, the captain of the 6th division stood before you. Eyebrows already knit together in annoyance. You tried to sit up awkwardly, Fucking Isane couldn't even give you a heads up?

He was so tall that he had to lower his head to avoid hitting the doorframe. His dark eyes as unreadable as ever, a hand pressed into the hilt of senbonzakura.

"I see you are well" He stated flatly. From the tone of his voice, you couldn’t tell if he was expressing concern or sarcasm. But your heart still leaped at his voice.

“y-yes.” You replied, eyes already wandering away from his frame. Why couldn’t it be drunk kyoraku who had come to check up on you instead.

"You didn't have to come all the way here Captain." You added sheepishly, it felt like a parent had come to chastise their troublesome child.

You watched his expression grow more confused at your words, "Of course I had to." he said before he could catch himself.

The hopeful look on your face made the room spin around him. It was a little pathetic how easily you had that effect on him. And what was worse was that you didn’t even have the slightest idea that you did that to him. Byakuya tried to find his footing again.

"As the captain and the head of the Kuchiki clan it's only appropriate that I check up on you," he replied bluntly. He felt his insides squeeze at the way your face fell slightly.

Your 'oh' was sad, it made him want to slap himself for not wording it better.

"Ofcourse." You said, "A form of propriety." Shrugging off the possibility that it was anything else at all.

There was a moment of silence as Byakuya fought to keep a straight face.

"It's... Not just for propriety." Byakuya admitted. "I felt... responsible." He tried again. "Concerned even, for your... Condition."

You tried to calm your thrashing heart. If you’re any louder, he’s going to hear it. Not knowing how to react to his words exactly.

Byakuya broke the silence again.

“Hold out your arm.” He said stoically

You straightened up like a soldier given a command. Byakuya cringed at himself internally, what could he have said to sound kinder? He thought to himself.

“May I Please see your arm?”

“If I may-“

“Can you please move your arm?”

“Please marry me”

He sat down beside you, annoyed at himself. The truth was he felt more than just responsible for you.

You had just been there sparring with Renji, body moving with languid grace as you dodged his kido spell. And He couldn’t help but stop and stare. Too dazed at how your lips set in the smallest pout as you called his lieutenant names. To say the least, he was VERY distracted. Despite knowing how urgent the matter with Mayuri was, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had become too lost in your playful sparing. So much so that he lost his own balance as you suddenly crashed into him. The next thing he felt was the cold of the water and your frame pressed up against him.

The bottle he was carrying cracked under the pressure of your bodies. With a morbid hiss, the deadly contents spilled out, dousing you.

And Gods, the smell, of flesh burning. Although you said you were fine, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep until-

His dark eyes pinned on the long sleeve of your white kimono. Well, until he saw for himself.

Byakuya had felt his stomach drop as your face had contorted with pain. In that moment he had expected the worst, knowing that he would never be able to forgive himself if this actually hurt you.

His gaze was anything but stern. You would even contest that it was actually worry that reflected in the captain's eyes. But you didn’t realize how bright red his ears burned as he did sit down beside you.

You peeled your eyes away from his fingers as he lifted the sleeve of the white dress Isane had given you, his long fingers circling your arm. His actions were cautious as if expecting a scarred mass of skin, but the more of your arm he revealed, the more relieved he was that he hadn't marred your arms.

You knew the poison wouldn't really affect you, the healing ability of your zanpakuto would take care of that easily. But you realised he still wanted to make sure.

The touch was uncharacteristically gentle.

You couldn't help but blush. Once satisfied his fingers reached to inspect your bicep. The poison had splashed into the right side of your body, across your limbs. The sleeve of your black kimono had sizzled as the cloth burned from the toxin. Just remembering the incident made him feel bitter.

For you to think he even had it in him to hate you. All he really wanted to do was cradle you to division 4 himself. To have you cave into his touch instead of flinching away like you had made a mistake. In that moment Byakuya just felt tired. So tired and sick of the misunderstood, unbending man they had honed him into. Tired of the falsehood of it all. Because he would give anything for you to not be so formal with him.

As his thoughts raged on, his fingers lingered on your skin a little longer than he wanted them to.

You couldn't help but hold your breath, the moment was so vulnerable, so delicate that you felt as though the slightest movement would shatter it. The entirety of it you couldn’t understand either, but you wanted to hold this moment for as long as you could.

Suddenly the innocent touch seemed to burn into your skin. All of a sudden you were very aware of where you two were, how close he was to you. Your breath shallowed as his thumb rang along a fading battle scar. The captain retreated his fingers at once, noticing how easily your reatsu fluctuated.

The ghost of his touch lingered on your skin. He gave out an awkward cough, snapping you out of your trance.

"Captain, exactly how much trouble will I get in for this?" You asked finally, dreading his answer already. If the punishment was re-arranging scrolls in the 5th division again, you would much rather challenge Kenpachi to a duel, for some God damn reason, Captain Aizen made your blood run cold.

“Lieutenant,” he stopped you, “Why would you still think I was here to reprimand you?”

Your face fell, the bitterness of the room catching up to you again, "Because I was the one who messed up for everyone."

Byakuya couldn’t help but frown, "And what makes you think that?"

You looked at him like it was obvious, "just today!” you exclaimed, “ I completely ruined the practice area, everyone had to be evacuated and the fall made you lose one of your hairpins in the pond-“ you shook your head, “I’m just bad luck to be around.”

“Y/n” he cut you off, shaking his head.

Your heart skipped a beat. You had never heard him call you by your first name.

“I wish you weren’t this hard on yourself.” He said,

“You are…” He started.

His heart ached to think how little you thought of yourself. If only he could tell you how much light and life you bring to him. If only he knew how to actually show you how much you affect him- If his words would be any consolation to you, he didn’t care about the propriety he had to uphold. Just say it.

“You are a good soul reaper.” He said failing miserably.

Byakuya averted his eyes, you are a hopeless Idiot. He thought to himself.

In the moments that followed his words, you were almost stunned. Letting the weight of what he has actually said settle in your mind. Getting almost teary-eyed from just the relief that you hadn’t actually disappointed the captain you respected so much.

“So you aren’t angry with me?” You asked weakly, shifting so that you could sit hugging your knees.

Byakuya sighed, a feverish blush covering his face, “I’m not.” He told you. “Y/n- I-, about what you said earlier.” He continued.

After this he must hate me.

“I need you to know that I could never-

"Y/N!~" Isane's chirpy voice called out suddenly. You jumped.

Your leg jerked up with you and before you could stop it, your knee hit Byakuya square in the face.

"Oh my god!" you screamed as he clamped his fingers on his nose. Groaning in pain as he shuffled backward.

"Captain, I-I'm SO SORRY" you wailed out, scurrying over to inspect the damage. But the man just held up a hand, almost flinching away from you. He threw his head back, blinking furiously through the pain.

Great now you have blinded him.

Isane ran inside, wincing he pulled his fingers from his face, allowing her to inspect. A stream of blood ran down his face.

"Clearly you're back to your usual strength," he spoke through the pain. “I shall take your leave then.” He said. The two of you watched as he hurried outside and you groaned out loudly into your pillow.

"There there-" Isane said patting your back, "It could have been worse."

Oh yes, you wanted to tell her, every time you think you are done embarrassing yourself in front of him, you somehow outdo yourself.

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#byakuya x you #bleach #fem reader #bleach fluff #byakuya kuchiki #reader x byakuya #reader x bleach #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons

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illandtired · 8 months ago

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about me<3 (tw)

Hello, I’m 17 and I’m gonna try to take my life again on my 18th birthday.

(Sorry, this jumps around a lot.)

(And it’s long….)

Also heavy topics, literally almost every trigger warning in the book.

This blog is gonna literally be my diary. I’ve attempted to make me life multiple times in the past for multiple different reasons.

I’m seventeen and I currently live alone in my mother’s house, she lives with her boyfriend. I had my biological dad who left before I was born and two step fathers. The only one I “care” about is my most recent. He entered my life when I was 6 and since then I tried telling my mother about him but for some reason it took until I was 16 for her to divorce him. He abused me severely. When I told him I was suicidal the first time he said he was gonna go get his gun then proceeded to make me beg for my life. I was I believe 12 or 13, a lot of it’s a blur like most of my life.

I don’t want to go too much into my past and make this too long, I started smoking weed in 8th grade. By 9th I was doing lines of random shit I got from kids at school off the bathroom toilets. I have touched most stuff besides heroin. The one drug I promised my mother I would stay away from. Currently I am still hooked on opioids, SSRIs, and I smoke weed/thc carts every day.

I was 6 when I was diagnosed with adhd, severe anxiety and depression. I haven’t seen a doctor since. My mother swears she’s trying to get me in but she always complains about how much my meds cost. She knows my worries about my mental state and I swear it’s impossible to get the help I need.

I’ve always been a paranoid person but it’s getting worse by the day. I’m genuinely too scared to take the trash out because I feel 800 eyes on me. I feel like there’s invisible people constantly around me judging my every move. I don’t feel real some times, and not that life is a simulation shit, I genuinely don’t feel like I’m in my body.

I started self harming in 3rd grade. It started as me being a wrist and head banger but by 5th grade I had started using thumb tacks and scratching myself. I went to my step father and he told me they weren’t Deep enough and I was just looking for attention. By 6th grade I was actually cutting, but only to where I barely saw the blood. By 8th it got to the point where I needed to see the blood run. But I’ve managed to get back to only getting it to bead up, occasionally running. I was clean for quite a few months but the smallest, SMALEST thing can set me back so much.

I’ve struggled my entire life with starving myself, binge eating, then starving myself. I’ve been an unhealthy weight a lot of my life. I’m around 240lbs now, my eating disorder is mainly starving now. My “Binges” are now small.

I have never been able to make a phone call to someone besides friends. Even family calls are hard a lot. I can barely order food at a restaurant, fancy or McDonald’s.

I’ve made money in my life from stealing, I’ve been a kleptomaniac for as long as I can remember. But I also made money doing bakery stuff for my mother, doing mechanical stuff, and babysitting. My only “legal” job was working at McDonald’s. I got fired a year after starting because we had a new manager who fired me over homophobic reasons. I hated going to work. I loved the work itself, but I hated having to be around anyone.

I’ve always been called lazy. And I feel like it’s true, I can barely find the motivation to get up to take a piss most days. I had such a hard time with organization and cleanliness as a kid so I always had a messy room, unless it was right after one of the days I got my stuff thrown away.

I never payed attention in school yet I somehow got straight As until i genuinely didn’t care anymore. I dropped out 10th grade on my 16th birthday. School was so much worse for my mental health. I was self harming almost every day, lying to myself about who I am to fit in.

I actually love learning, I wanted to get into nursing school but I know I’ll never get clean enough. I even study biology, trig, physics, crime scene investigation, all sorts of stuff. I have notebooks and notebooks that I’ve filled with information I’ll never use.

I was 10 when I got my first boyfriend. He was 18, a relationship on discord. It lasted a couple years at least. I was sexually assaulted multiple times growing up and I don’t wanna go into more detail in this post. But due to my sexual trauma i became very hyper sexual very young. I still am to this day, I sell pictures to creepy men online because I know I won’t be able to get any other job. But at the same time it’s basically been implemented in my brain I’m good for sex and nothing more. I feel so utterly disgusted with myself after every sexual experience in my life from sex to just sending nudes.

I grew up a chubby girl with big tits. It was 6th grade i started having boys desperate to touch them. I had Ds by then. I’m a F-G now (depends on the bra). My own step father and his sons who were much older than me started sexualizing me when I was about 13. One of my step brother was creepy since he entered my life.

I’ve had so many important parts of my life taken from me. My Virginity with a man was raped away when I was 14 on Christmas. My self worth was barely existent but it was gone completely by 9th grade. My first “good boyfriend” was when I was 15, he was 18. He filmed us one night after I asked him not to multiple times, but the next day a video of me having my brains fucked out was all over my school. It was a smaller school, but even some of the female teachers sided with him because he was the “king” of the school. I missed my middle school graduation which doesn’t seem like much to most people, but I knew I was going to drop out and never have a high school graduation. I was even selected to write a speech and go up and speak at the podium but due to anxiety from both situations I missed the whole thing entirely because I tried to kill myself that night.

Most of my attempts have been overdose attempts, and that’s for a reason. I couldn’t imagine my mother finding me and my brains splattered on the wall. But out of everything, no it’s not my mother that’s kept me alive. It’s been my best friend. I live in the states and he lives in Scotland. We’ve been friends for years, we met through my ex and were completely like the opposite of each other but we care about each other. And unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to meet him. We were going to meet when I turn eighteen because he’ll be turning 21 and can legally drink here, I can legally drink there.

I care about nothing more than him and it pains me that I know he will be disappointed when he realizes I gave up. I don’t plan on telling him anything.. we have a thing where if he’s gone for a month he’s on a mental health break, but two months he’s dead and I have his permission to kill myself. I’m going to tell him he has to wait a year for me because I might be in the mental hospital.

Back to simple things I can’t do, I would rather claw my own eyes out than be alone with a man in a room. But my best friend is the one exception. I haven’t gone on a date since new years. As soon as we got to his house, it wasn’t even 5 minutes before he had a gun pressed in my side.

Yet at the same time I feel like my only purpose is to make men happy in any way I can. Even if it makes me uncomfortable and I don’t want to do it. Because that’s all I’ve ever been good at and praised for.

There was about a week in my life and it was somewhat recent. I told myself I wasn’t going to attempt again because no matter what life won’t suck that bad. Being homeless was the happiest time of my life, sure I can be on the street and cold, no money, but I no longer have responsibilities and I get to walk which I love doing. I used to sneak out at night and go on long ass walks normally from 10pm to 3-5am.

More things about substances, once again I’m sorry for jumping around. I started smoking cigarettes in 6th grade, provided by my step father and girlfriend. I started drinking in 8th grade but now it takes half a bottle of tequila for me to be at a happy level of drunk. Or 4 bottles of cheap wine, or an entire bottle of rum. Anyways I feel like I’m rambling on and on so I’m gonna try to wrap this up.

What’s the main reason I want to kill myself? Because I know I will never be able to live a normal life. But my one goal as a kid was to make it to 18.

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mysteriouswaffles · 27 days ago

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The year was 2010, I remember that night I was around 14,15 I had a dream when I was at my boyfriends house and we were watching a movie, that night he asked me if I wanted to spent the night I said yes, so texted my grandma letting her know that night I would be be him and be home by the morning, sometime just watching movies, shows.

Well then I was in middle school though i did have a boyfriend he was so cute, like a puppy lol but anyway going back to angel and I went slept together that night was so cold we so just chilled out at his house, watching things having a good time.

I did however write something in the past about my past experiences with him, and the things we've done, in this one I might do a little bit more innocent a ting bit

But I remember that night it was cold we cuddled up under the blanket watching some stupid things to pass the time, I turned over to close my eyes for a while but I ended crashing out he moved me towards the wall I liked sleeping up against the wall I don't know why, about 45 pass by and I wake up too see him pleasuring himself I asked him "what are you doing babe" he said" just watch me babe, give me your hand" he looked at me told me that I'm doing good.

After about 40,30 min of me helping him he tells me to take of my shorts and pull up my shirt, meanwhile he puts on R&B music that he knew I liked, starts off by kissing me rubbing on me. He closes the door, he grabs his tiny brown stick thing I'm like" oh that is weird but but smells amazing 😍"here babe take a hit" thinking to myself "oh shit is this really happening right now"? but I didn't question it I took it, took a hit first time smoking weed at 12 believe it or not but. it was like something I've never felt before, something I've never experienced before, something I've never.. Things I've never seen before, I felt like I was on a cloud and the music we had discovered at that time really really boosted my high the more and more I smoked the better I felt I calm, I felt like I can escape my reality from the hole I called "my prison" angel had knew the shitty lifestyle I had and that no one had cared about me other then my mom, grandparents etc. But my dad and his side of the family not so much, but I'm not going to get to much into that at this time.. The red eyes, the hunger, the high settled in my system i looked at him saying "I don't want to go home I want to stay with you forever" he told me "well when you are 16 then we can discuss that situation, and where your at okay babe but for right now baby, let's just enjoy this moment okay baby" with the words of comfort coming from him I said"okay babe"

I looked at me and said "I wanna try something with you" he grabbed my hips put me closer to him feeling me, moaning my "I love you Alex" (I'll leave my real name out) pulling down my underwear kissing me slowly running his hands all over my body telling me how beautiful I am, with angel as hard as a rock top of me wanting to fuck me I told him that I wasn't ready just yet but you can put it in my butt for right now "I understand honey" he said using something to lube up himself with so it won't hurt me as much he asks me "are you ready my baby"? I said "yes" before he out it in me he with my legs closed he puts himself between going up up my tiny kitty feeling me as he does so, I'm so high Im moaning so loud his parents are dead asleep, kissing my neck, leaving small hickies on my boobs, and later my legs getting nice and wet he now puts it me my nails digging in his skin, moaning telling him how good it feels. And all of the sudden we hear a door open and footsteps but we didn't think much of it. The door slightly opens I'm on all fours getting pounded by my boyfriend as high as a cloud I see his dad at the door through the smallest crack playing himself watching us have sex watching my boobs bounce. He pushes my head into the bed going harder and harder when he's about to bust he quickly pulls out and let's it all out on my body with his dad still at the doors and bust's at the same time cleans the mess before leaving the doorway.

After we're done we just smoked more, talkative through out the night naked, in bed smoking watching movies 🍿shows and later passed out.. Still naked

Pt. 2 stay tuned... 🥰

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heydorothea009 · 28 days ago

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Bread on Toast 2162 - A Future Man s2 Fanfiction

After saving the world from the Biotics, Josh and Liv are catapulted into Tiger and Wolf’s time, 2162. The gang is separated from each other and contention begins to brew. Tiger and Liv find themselves face to face with an old “friend”, while Wolf gets caught in being someone he’s not, and Josh’s life is on the line. Things can’t possibly get any worse.

Chapter 11: Ultra-Max

Warnings: strong language

DAMNATION ISLAND - 3491 A.D.

Four enormous clear cells in an abyss of nothing.

The only lights that shone were from the lights that rimmed each cube shaped cell. They felt like hamsters in empty cages. They were completely separated, they couldn’t hear each other, and only could see each other. There was no way other than hand gestures and facial expressions for them to communicate.

Liv ran over to the end of her cell that met Josh’s banging on the thick glass. Josh couldn’t hear, but he saw. He waved his arms, yelling something that Liv couldn’t hear.

Wolf ran to the end of his cell that faced the nothingness, trying to peer out and see anything other than the pitch black that surrounded them.

Tiger was trying her best to yell orders, but no one could hear her. They’d all somehow ended up in all white rompers with short sleeved red shirts pulled on top that said, ULTRA-MAX. That was their only clue to where they were.

The end of Josh’s cell that faced the nothingness opened, making Josh jump to his feet. A tall bearded man with a red tuft of hair amongst his brown hair, wearing a gray suit, entered, sealing the door behind him.

“Hello, Josh.” He said. “I’m Susan.” Josh blinked, unresponsive. “I know in your time it’s a woman’s name, but I can assure you, it’s not. It’s for both.”

“…okay…hello, Susan.” Josh said. “Are you my lawyer, or-“

“I think you’ll find a lot has changed in the 1,497 years since you were born.” Susan cut him off.

“So…it’s 3674-“

“3491. Your math is off. You should’ve stayed in school, if you had you probably wouldn’t be staring death in the face.” Susan paused. “At Ultra-Max.” He looked off into the distance as if he were advertising something. Josh looked to where he was looking.

“Ultra-Max? That sounds bad-“

“It is bad.” Susan turned back to him. “It’s the worst.”

“Your crimes against humanity are some of the worst on our records, I don't even know where to start.” Susan said to Tiger, who just stood at stared at him, unbothered. “Biggest to smallest, smallest to biggest, sizes we don’t even know yet because they are unquantifiable.”

“You have put the greatest legal minds of our time in a real pickle. And I know how much you like those.”

Wolf slowly nodded.

“You have somehow, someway, created more devastation than anyone we have ever seen.”

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t know.” Liv welled up with tears. “I’ve never been arrested before-“

“I don’t need your waterworks, Miss Branson.”

“But everything that we did was-“

“For a good cause?” Susan cut Josh off. “Is that what you were gonna say?” Susan pulled some sort of net-orb from his mouth and threw it at the glass, bringing up an image of outer space. “Not gonna bother asking you what this is because I’m 100% sure that you don’t know.” He walked over to it. “The Horsehead Nebula.”

“Oh…” Josh stared at the image. “I was gonna say…Crab Nebula…”

“Your little time traveling caper, repeating the same eleven seconds over and over again ripped a hole in the space-time continuum right here.” Susan pointed to a budding rip.

“This was Grazier’s Triangle, which you destroyed. Along with the twenty seven planets that were inhabited by intelligent life in its vicinity.”

Wolf quirked an eyebrow. “We killed a bunch of ET’s?”

“You killed eighty five trillion ET’s. Many of whom looked like ET.” Susan stared Liv dead in the eyes as he said this.

“Well…that movie did scare me as a kid.” She mumbled.

“Whoops.” Tiger rolled her eyes.

“We’re…not alone in the universe?” Josh was dumbfounded.

“We weren’t.” Susan said. “But now we are again.” Josh swallowed hard. “There’s not even a word for that kind of murder. And that’s your first charge.” He swiped his hand through the air, bringing up a new projection. “Meet your family, Josh.” Projections of different Joshes came up. Susan swiped through them, the Josh in the Mons uniform, a horse jockey Josh, a mountain man Josh, a medieval Josh, etc. “Every duplicate of you, they didn’t just conveniently die, many of them escaped into time where they proceeded to wreak havoc, setting off the greatest manhunts of all time.”

“What, women weren’t hunted in this fucked up future?” Tiger asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, they are,” Susan responded seriously. “With shocking brutality.”

“Case and point,” Susan swiped his hand downward. “William Wolfson.” A portrait of a very distinguished Wolf appeared. “Third Governor of New York. Fun fact, he killed John Jay in a duel.”

Wolf looked proud. “Jay must have been asking for a fight.”

Susan stared him down with intense eyes. “You slept with five of his six beloved children.”

Liv furrowed her brows and looked heavily concerned. “He slept with children?”

“They were…adult children.”

Wolf rolled his eyes and gave Susan a pitiful smile. “Well then, that sixth child must have been a real dog.”

“We were on a mission to save the world!” Josh defended them.

Susan kept swiping through all the Joshes. “Most of these previous you’s felt the same way.” A jester Josh came up. “And they continued to go back in time to right previous wrongs with Miss Branson over there, almost always ending in the destruction of humanity.”

“Me?!” Liv cried out.

“Yes, you.” Susan brought up a projection of both Liv and Josh dressed the earliest of early y2k fashion, both in shackles. “This version of you two tried to stop bin Laden before 9/11…they ended up giving him the time-machine.”

“Liv and I would never do that!” Josh ran his hands through his hair, panic growing.

“Well, you did, and now time traveling bin Laden is on both of you. As you can imagine, that’s quite the headache for us around here.” Josh let out a frustrated groan. “And now let me tell you about the Topanga Triumvirate.”

“These you’s jumped way, way, way, way, way, too far back, got stuck in the wall of a cave, died, was found by archeologists, and disproved the entire theory of evolution.”

Wolf stared, stunned, at the image in front of him, showing exactly what Susan had described.

Tiger just looked around up at the ceiling. “Am I boring you?” Susan asked.

“I’m just noticing that this glass is reinforced with carbon-fusion electro-sealant, so, it’s not how I’ll be escaping.” Tiger said nonchalantly.

“Oh, you won’t be escaping at all. Nothing leaks from Ultra-Max.” Susan said, looking off in the distance like he was promoting a product to an imaginary audience.

Liv blinked and looked behind her. “What are you looking at?” All she could see was Wolf laying like a starfish on the floor of his cell.

Susan waved his hand to dismiss her.

“Did any of the us’s do any good?” Josh asked, hope diminishing.

“Yeah, they did good in their timelines, but they were also creating other timelines. That’s what you don’t seem to get. Every time you went back to fix something, you were creating another timeline.”

Wolf stared, confused. His brain hurt.

Tiger shook her head. “Wait…what…what’s that now?”

“No…” Liv breathed out.

“Yes.” Susan said. He waved his hand, bringing up branches of all the different timelines.

Josh’s heart plummeted.

“All these timelines, all these different realities,” the branches kept extending out. He pointed to Josh. “Your fault.”

Josh processed what Susan was saying. “And in that reality the things that we change are changed there, but then when we left it just stays the same…”

“Forever.” Tiger said.

“Forever ever?” Wolf sounded heartbroken and scared.

Susan nodded. “Forever ever ever ever.”

Liv dropped her head into her hands as she dropped into a seat. “Oh fuck…”

“So Achilles died in that bunker even though we took down Stu…” Tiger realized.

“Yes. Horribly.”

“And the Biotics wiped out the rest of humanity even though we killed Kronish?” Wolf asked.

“You’ve never changed anything.”

Tiger deflated.

“All the you’s running around thinking they’re fixing things, they’re just creating new things.”

“You can kill Hitler, but there will still be a Hitler, because there was a Hitler.” Susan tried explaining to Josh, who had taken a seat to take in everything.

“So…I killed Hitler?” Josh asked.

“No!” Susan huffed. “Shockingly, that is one of the few things you never even tried to do. All Hitlers in your realities were left unscathed.”

Wolf raised a hand. Susan rolled his eyes. “Yes?”

“Who’s Hitler again?”

Susan sighed and pulled a small silver cube from his pocket, handing it to Liv. “This is your case file, coded to your thumbprint.” Liv stared down at it in her palm.

Josh turned his over in his hand.

Wolf held it like he was scared it would hurt him.

Tiger studied it intently.

“The four of you are responsible for all the time crimes, all the other you’s committed. And the punishment for time crimes…is death.”

Susan returned after a while of letting the four of them take a look at their files. He walked into Josh’s cell first.

Josh let out a heavy sigh that led into a groan when he saw Susan. “Look, Susan, this is bullshit. There is no way that I am responsible for what those psychopaths did! Neither is Liv! That’s just not us!”

“Bullshit?” Susan repeated. “The settled law. Robespierre vs. Robespierre 2735.” Susan paced around Josh. “They found in favor of Robespierre, overturning the lower court’s decision for Robespierre. Did you even look at your cube?”

Josh looked down at the cube that he was rolling between his fingers. “…the neural interface gave me nosebleeds. Still! Still, I cannot be punished for their crimes!”

Susan studied him. “There might be another way for you.” He bent down to Josh’s level, looking out into Tiger, Wolf, and Liv’s cells. “You see, some of you might be…higher-value targets than others.” He jabbed Josh in the chest with a finger. “If you’re willing to cooperate, you might just be able to speedboat off Damnation Island with your life.” Susan said in a low voice. “And maybe even a fresh start.”

Josh swallowed thickly. “But not Liv though, right?” He asked barely above a whisper. Susan just looked him dead in the eyes, saying nothing. “Not Liv though, right?” Josh asked louder.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Your smork is on backwards, by the way.” Susan poked Josh in the chest again. Josh stared up at Susan with wide, panicked eyes as he left.

Susan entered Tiger’s cell next. “Would you be surprised to know that,” he pointed into Josh’s cell, where Josh was trying and failing to take his smork off. “Is who were really after?”

Tiger narrowed her eyes at Susan again. “Are you surprised to see me still here? Because I am. There is a distinct lack of over-sized laundry carts, bravo.”

Susan just smiled. “There is a very easy way out of here. Through the front door, onto the red carpet, onto the speedboat, to the holoport with a very handsome parting gift.” Tiger shook her head repeatedly. “All you have to do is tell me all of this is Futturman’s fault.”

“Why?”

“No one in human history has caused more pain and suffering than Josh. Not Caligula, not Stalin, not Stu, not Xarxon 9, the Destroyer of Men, and all he did was destroy men.”

Tiger looked past Susan to see Josh completely lost in smork. “Really? I mean, look at him.”

“Monsters take many forms.”

“My boyfriend isn’t a monster.” Liv snapped at Susan.

“You would say that as his partner in crime.” Susan paced around her. “Listen to me, if you tell me this is his fault, you won’t be charged, like at all. Even though every Josh who wreaks havoc has you close behind him, we will pardon you. You can ride into the moonrise on a speedboat far, far away from all of this.”

“No!” Liv snapped. “No way in hell would I do that!”

“Well, Branson, I knew you would be my toughest nut to crack.” Susan said, folding his arms. Liv frowned. “You do want to live? Don’t you?”

“As much as I would like to live, and believe me, Susan, I would, but he’s our mistake.” Wolf admitted.

“He’s also a grown man.” Susan looked over to Josh, still lost in his own smork. “Though he is small in stature. Just think about it. Tell the world about Josh, and you get to go free. Afterall, he’s responsible for all of this. He is beyond redemption.” Wolf and Susan glanced over to see Josh still struggling with his smork. Wolf let out a pitiful sigh.

“You are not beyond redemption Josh,” Susan said, zipping up Josh’s smork for him. “And I know the truth. They’re responsible for all of this.”

Josh glanced up at him. “I know what you’re trying to do, and I’m not turning on them.”

Susan let out a sharp exhale that sounded like a chuckle. “Friends. They’ve done nothing, those two use and abuse you,” he nodded in Tiger and Wolf’s direction. “And on a good day they barely tolerate you. She’s just here because she-“

“Liv has done nothing.” Josh interrupted.

“No. You dragged her into this and now she feels resentful towards you.” Susan said, looking at Liv’s cell. “She said that.”

“No she didn’t.” Josh folded his arms, squeezing his forearms.

“She did.” Susan shrugged. “At the end of the day, they all have a hapless, bitch of a man to whip. You.”

“That’s…disrespectful.” Josh muttered.

“It is. But I qualified it in an attempt to protect you, which is more than I can say about them.” Susan flapped his hands, making the barriers between Tiger, Wolf, and Liv’s cells disappear. They watched as the three of them walked wide eyed to where the glass used to be, feeling with their hands to see if it truly was gone.

“Okay, clever, I see what’s going on, classic divide-and-conquer move. But our bond was forged in the fires of combat, which is something that you and your future race with your weird hair tufts could never understand.” Josh said stoically.

Susan faced Josh. “Here’s what I understand, they’re the ones who brought the time-machine. They came from the future and dragged you along, ripping you from the comfort of your masturbation chamber.” Josh’s face felt hot. “You shouldn’t die for those two. You wanna hear what they’re saying?” Susan asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. He waved his hand and Tiger, Wolf, and Liv’s voices filtered through to his cell.

“We’re the ones who put all that savior shit in his head.” Tiger whispered to Wolf, obviously trying to keep what she’d said from Liv. “We let him tag along even though I still do not know what that guy’s skill set is.”

“Yeah, sure, we shoulder some blame for making him think he was of any use at any time, but come on,” Wolf whispered back, rolling his eyes. “I mean, he’s gotta take responsibility for his own actions at some point. Sure, he had some ideas, but, the whole Time Warrior thing?” Tiger scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Like, act like you’ve been there before, right?”

Josh felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

Liv, who was behind the two of them whipped around, a deep frown etched into her face. “Are you fucking serious?” She snapped. “You’re saying that after Josh helped to stop Kronish and stop Stu? Who came up with the eleven second plan? Josh. Who went and killed Kronish? Josh. What have you guys done?” Tiger and Wolf turned to Liv, looking both sheepish and annoyed by her presence at the same time. It was like she’d just been sent back however many years to when the three of them had first met.

“Liv, you’ve actually been of use to us-“ Tiger started.

“Josh has too and you’re just choosing to ignore that!” She cried.

Josh’s frown turned not as sad. At least if they didn’t have his back, he knew Liv would.

“Now, just because he’s your boyfriend-“ Wolf began.

“You two are assholes and always have been. You jump at the chance to gang up on him and for some reason are fine with me. Why? Never once have I understood that.” Liv burst out.

Tiger leaned back over to Wolf, whispering, “If we’re guilty of anything, it’s for being too nice.” Liv let out a loud, frustrated groan and threw her arms up in the air, pacing away.

Susan turned back to Josh. “Well,” he clapped him on the back. “Seems like only one person here truly likes you.”

“Hi, Wolf.” Susan said, approaching Wolf in his cell. The barriers were back up. He set down a suitcase in front of Wolf, who just lifted an eyebrow. “Still thinking about what choice you’ll make?” He asked, opening the case. “No idea what to do?” He held up a small silver cube, waving his hand in a circle. A recliner appeared by Wolf’s side. Wolf stepped back, eyes locked on the chair in confusion. Susan leaned forward a tiny bit. “Nano-technology.” He whispered, winking.

“Your bribes aren’t going to work.” Tiger deadpanned, looking at the couch that Susan had summoned with a silver cube. She rolled her eyes, but spotted the record player in the corner. “Oh, that is sweet Mama Jessup.” She drawled, beelining to the record that sat on top.

“That’s not all I have,” Susan said, watching Liv turn the camera in her hands.

“This seriously has every picture that my old camera did.” She said in a soft, excited voice. She turned it so Susan could see the small screen.

“Yes, but I also have this.” He held a silver envelope out to her.

“5,500 square feet, raw restaurant space, Collin’s Avenue, Miami, 1987.” Susan said to Wolf as he watched him open the envelope. “And to make sure you get started on the right foot.” He pulled a bag of cocaine from his pocket. Wolf’s eyes lit up. “And this isn’t that weak shit you were butt-darting in LA. This is that good shit.” Wolf’s eyes glittered with temptation.

“Good shit…” he mumbled in response.

“Oh,” Susan smiled. “And I’ve got one more thing you might like.” He said as he bent down to retrieve something else from the case. He stood up holding an enormous, vacuum sealed cock. His cock. Wolf let out a dreamy sigh as he looked at it. “Pulled off a dead Josh. Fully functional, just needs to be reattached. Here in this time, penile enhancements are eight minutes tops, and very, very pleasurable.” He held the bag out to Wolf, nodding for him to take it.

Wolf held the bag in his hands, it was just as heavy as he remembered it to be. “It feels so right.” He muttered. “Hello, old friend.”

“You two look very beautiful together. You-“

Wolf’s eyes darted to Liv’s cell and he dropped the dick bag on the recliner. “No, no, I can’t, I can’t!” He turned away, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair. “Every time I’d whip it out, all I’d be able to think of would be the betrayal of my friends.”

Susan pursed his lips. “Alright. I’ll leave you two alone to think.”

“You’d get to see your family again.” Susan said as he watched Liv’s eyes skim the paper inside the envelope.

“Bullshit.” Liv dropped the paper and folded her arms.

“I’m not bullshitting. That term means nothing now, considering bulls don’t exist anymore, they went extinct.” Susan bent over and swept the paper off the ground. “This says, you’d be near your family again and you would have never moved to California.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Think of your parents. Your sister, your brother. Think of how happy they’d be to see you. Your file,” Susan brought up a hologram of all the different Livs. “They all miss their families too. You could be the one who actually gets to see them again. I’ll leave you alone to think.”

As Susan left, he dropped the paper back on the ground and Liv quickly picked it up. She read it over and over again. She crumpled the paper in her hands and tossed it on the ground and let out a sob.

Josh stood as Susan reentered his cell, expecting him.

“I’ve given the offer some thought-“ Josh began.

“Offer’s off the table” Susan came to a halt next to Josh.

Josh paused, brows knitting together. “Okay, well perfect, there’s no way I’m turning my back on my friends.”

“You are very loyal Josh, I’ll give you that.” Susan nodded. “But that loyalty is about to be put to the ultimate test.” He said, then stared off into the never ending darkness with an intrigued smirk.

Josh looked out into the abyss, then back up at Susan. “What? What are you talking about? Like…in court?”

Susan finally turned to look down at him. “Josh, your barbaric legal system has been replaced by something far more elegant here in this time.” He held out an opaque red vial to Josh. “This is flesh-eating poison. One spray kills on contact. You are going to use on Tiger, Wolf, or Liv. My guess is either Tiger or Wolf. Think of how they mistreated you, treating you more like a stupid animal than-“

Josh scoffed. “No, that’s not happening.”

Susan kept his hand out. “Well, that’s our best offer. If you don’t, all four of you die.”

“That’s more elegant?!”

“Elegant just means ‘simple’, not fancy.”

“I still wouldn’t call that elegant, but I guess there is some kind of cruel justice to it.”

“No, no. It’s not cruel, Josh, it’s a gift. All of you are facing the death penalty, but this way, three of you get to live.”

“This all seems very random.” Josh folded his arms. Susan took at step towards Josh, making Josh step backwards, eyes wide.

“Tonight you will have your final meal. When the last course arrives, a traditional dessert salad, the dressing will be in these.” Susan held the vial up again. “Yours will have this Death Rain. One minute after the dessert arrives, the lights will go out, letting you anonymously kill one of your options.”

Josh’s face was contorting more and more with horror as Susan spoke. “How is this justice in the future? Choosing a friend to kill?”

“You can look at it that way, or, you can think of it as choosing which friends to save. It is a tough choice, but just know, if they were given the same offer- which they were not.” Susan paused for a beat, staring intently at Josh. “They would kill you without hesitation.” Susan whipped his head to look out into the abyss again. “That’s the best deal you’ll get at Ultra-Max.” He turned his whole body and smirked.

“Now, I know you’re the leader of the group.” Susan said to Tiger, who stared at him with an uninterested expression. “The Tigers across every timeline have been a force of good, many even have helped us.”

Tiger’s eyebrow twitched. “Then you don’t know me. The other me’s are using you, just like I would.” She seethed.

Susan inhaled deeply through his nose and tapped the vial with his fingers. “Think of Liv, she abandoned you selfishly to go and save her little boy toy. Don’t say you forgive her, I’m sure that hurt you. Bad.” Susan quirked an eyebrow.

Tiger’s heartbeat quickened as she swallowed hard, trying to remain unbothered as she rolled her eyes.

“And that’s why only you can carry this out.” Susan explained to Wolf, who looked up at him with the same uninterested expression Tiger had given him. “You follow orders, you’re a trained soldier, you don’t deserve to die for that.”

Wolf shrugged. “I am still in my prime.” He nodded, disinterest turning into interest.

“You’re the only one I’ve made this offer to.” Susan lied. “You’re the only one I trust. Josh over there? He’s a bumbling idiot, and I think the obvious choice is to use this on him.” He slyly held up the red vial. “He holds your whole team down. I mean, I hear Liv is your ‘best friend’, do you want your best friend to end up with that?” Susan jabbed his chin over in Josh’s cells direction.

Wolf exhaled and folded his arms. “Now there’s something to consider…” he mumbled.

“Trust me when I say, it breaks my heart to even make this offer.” Susan said gravely to Liv.

“How is this the only offer?” Liv grumbled.

“It’s this or die.” Susan waved the vial in her face. Liv slapped his hand away. “Look, Oliver, may I call you Oliver?”

Liv made a face. “That’s- how did you think that was my name?”

“My apologies, I figured Liv was short for Oliver-“

“It’s just Liv.” Liv snapped.

“Miss Branson, all I’m trying to say is I’m here to make your choice easier. You’re the only one I’ve proposed this to, I’m sure you don’t want to use this on Tiger or Josh…but…Wolf hasn’t been a very good ‘best friend’ lately has he…?” Liv frowned, then she opened her mouth to speak, but Susan cut her off. “Just some food for thought. You have,” he emphasized ‘have’ intensely. “To make a decision, Miss Liv Branson. I’m sorry.”

Liv balled her fists as Susan exited, looking into Wolf’s cell, heart growing heavy.

The four of them were seated at a small dining table adorned with candles in the middle of one giant cell in the abyss. Susan had raised all the dividers. Wolf, who sat next to Josh, eyed him as they ate their jellified food. Josh’s eyes kept nervously darting between Tiger and Wolf, who sat on either end of the table beside him. Liv sat across from Josh, also sandwiched between Tiger and Wolf, glancing up at Wolf when he wasn’t looking, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt. Tiger kept stealing looks over at Liv, then looking away as quickly as she looked up. Josh was doing the same to Tiger.

“I sure miss Texas barbecue.” Josh muttered, trying to make conversation.

Wolf nodded stiffly, spearing the tines of his fork into the jello. “This abalone tastes like it was caught tomorrow.”

“I’ve never tasted salmon like this, and it’s not even real salmon.” Liv mumbled, nibbling on her jello.

“Mine’s…cat.” Tiger swallowed hard. The other three nodded gravely. “It takes me back.”

“Will you…” Wolf pointed to the silver cube on the table. “Pass that salt to me.” Tiger flicked it over, sending it skittering to his side of the table. “Thank you, Tiger.” He shook it over his jello. Josh watched as he did this, expression growing dim. “I like a little extra seasoning on my food,” Wolf explained to his friends. “Maybe you don’t know that because, well, you don’t know each other all that well, do we?”

Liv paused, glancing up at Wolf. Josh paused too, realizing that Wolf was looking right at him. His stomach lurched.

“Unlike me and Tiger, we’ve known each other all our lives.” Wolf’s gaze traveled to Tiger, who stopped mid bite.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true, I don’t. That’s kinda weird considering you’re always a dick to me.” Josh grumbled, shifting his body to face Wolf more. Liv’s eyes darted in between Wolf and Josh, confused. Tiger was doing the same. “What I can’t figure out is…between the two of you,” Josh wagged his fork between Tiger and Wolf. “Which one’s meaner.”

Tiger leaned forward. “Well, that’s easy, Wolf says mean things, but he’s all talk, my anger is almost primal.” She side eyed Liv. “I mean, not just towards you Josh, but to others as well.” Liv stiffened.

“Why are you looking at me?” Liv accused, dropping her fork on the table. Tiger shrugged and went back to her food. Liv grabbed her fork again and stabbed at her meal.

“I just, I feel like the three of us,” Wolf waved a finger between him, Liv, and Tiger. “Share a special bond.” He looked over at Josh, pretending he’d forgotten he was there. “Oh…sorry, Josh.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. Josh looked pissed. So did Liv. She looked really pissed.

Josh looked back down at his food, a petty look crossing his face. “Really Wolf? You didn’t feel a sense of a bond when you saved me from the Smash Pit, from being burned alive, from Stu’s killmandos…so…”

Tiger scoffed. “Wow, maybe you shouldn’t have done that Wolf.” She tried to pass it off as a joke, but Josh’s head shot up and he gave her a deadly glare. “You know, sometimes it’s the people closest to you that disappoint you the most.” She said nonchalantly, giving a side eye to Liv again. Liv was too busy narrowing her eyes on Wolf’s smug mug.

Josh let out a sharp exhale, reaching for this skinny stemmed glass. Wolf reached for his too. “Let’s have a toast shall we? To life.”

“Or death.” Liv added, holding hers up. “Whenever it may come.”

“To our inevitable fate.” Josh sighed as he held his glass up too. “However-“

“Whenever-“ Tiger joined in, holding her glass up. “By the hand of whomever.”

“-it may come.” Josh finished, as they all tapped their glasses, giving each other suspicious looks.

“We had a good run.” Liv said, voice full of sorrow as she brought the glass to her lips.

Tiger faltered as she started to drink from ber glass, her eyes softening. Wolf’s eyes darted around the table, realizing the weight of Liv’s words. Josh felt it too. The clang of their glasses still echoed around the cell. Their suspicious looks turned into hesitant ones.

In unison, masked waiters brought out the jello dessert salads, removing the current course and replacing them. The red vial gleamed up at all of them. Liv’s eyes met Josh’s. He immediately understood. Susan had lied when he said Josh was the only one who’d gotten the proposal, Liv had gotten it too. Liv looked over at Wolf who met her eyes. He understood too. Tiger and Josh shared the same look. None of them said a word for a moment.

“Mmm. Salad dessert.” Josh’s voice came out small as he reached for his fork.

“It’s dessert salad.” Wolf corrected sharply.

“Never thought this would be it.” Liv said. “Jello salad. Time jail.”

“A man named Susan.” Tiger added.

“I wish I could blame the universe.” Liv sighed, looking around at everyone at the table. “But this one’s on us.” Wolf and Josh shared apologetic looks, so did Liv and Tiger. Josh’s hand started to inch for the vial when the lights went out. Tiger’s hand shot out and she felt for her vial. A spritzing noise could be heard and Wolf began gagging. Liv felt a light spray on her hand coming her right, from Tiger’s direction.

“It burns!” Josh shrieked.

“It tastes…like raspberry vinaigrette…” Wolf stopped gagging.

Liv stopped and realized she was tasting the same thing as Wolf.

“Wait, did you guys put it in your mouth?” Tiger spluttered.

The lights came back on, and the four of them looked at each other wide eyed as they stopped spraying the dressing in their faces, realizing they’d all had the same plan, to kill themselves instead of killing each other. Josh’s eyes were red from accidentally spraying the dressing in his eyes, Wolf and Liv’s mouths were wide open with the spritzer aimed directly towards their mouths, and Tiger’s face was wet with the raspberry vinaigrette. There was a moment of shared shock.

Wolf broke the silence first, letting out a light chuckle. “Liv, I totally thought you were gonna try and kill me.”

“I would never.” She sighed with relief, putting the vial down.

“You were thinking it.” Wolf laughed lightly.

“Liv, I was going to target you.�� Tiger confessed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I was leaning towards spraying you, Tiger, but Liv saying we had a good run changed my mind. I don’t want to live without any of you.” Josh admitted.

“Me too.” Wolf nodded. “I’m sorry for ever thinking of turning on you guys.”

“Yeah, this place really got to my head.” Tiger set her dressing down.

“It got to all of our heads.” Liv agreed. “It’s okay.”

A clap, which then turned into a second clap, and then a third, caught their attention. Susan came into view, his clapping speeding up until he was giving them a round of applause. “Three letters. W-O-W. WOW. That gave me chills. Literal chills. Look.” He lifted his sleeve, trying to show them all. “You are stars. That was fantastic television, you four are going to make fantastic competitors on the centennial season of-“ Susan turned to face the abyss, spotlights beaming from out of nowhere, and in an echoey announcer voice, he began to boom,

“THE DIECATHALON! MEET YOUR FOUR NEW CONTESTANTS! TIGER: THE COMMANDER. WOLF: THE SURVIVOR. LIV: THE FIGHTER. AND JOSH: THE LAMB.”

“Did he just call me the lamb? Why am I the lamb?” Josh’s voice sounded as echoey as Susan’s. The four of them looked out to see the abyss was gone and in its place they were surrounded by a stadium of people, their faces projected into the air. As their heads frantically swirled around, their projections did the same.

“THEY’LL BE RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES AND KILLED FOR SPORT ON NEW PANGEA’S FAVORITE HUMAN-HUNTING REALITY COMPETITION, SPONSORED BY ULTRA-MAX! ULTRA-MAX, THE BULK-FREE BLOOD DIAPER YOU NEVER HAVE TO REMOVE! I AM YOUR HOST, SUSAN ST. JACKALOPE, AND WE WILL BE BACK TO ‘THE DIECATHALON’ AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK!”

End of Book 2

Picture “Fox On The Run” by Sweet playing epically

#josh futturman #future man #josh hutcherson #tiger future man #wolf future man #derek wilson #eliza coupe #maia mitchell #bread on toast #hachi machi #future man fanfiction #future man season 2 #Josh Futturman x OC

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thenewfuture · 1 year ago

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Hey guys, Mod Freeze here….

…

…We need to talk.

Or more like, I need to talk and get these emotions off my chest.

If you were on my main blog then you know who this is about already. But for those unaware and not in the know…

Let’s get educated, I guess…

On Tuesday, several big name YouTubers were the talk of the town with their biggest sparks of controversy on Twitter. But we’re here to only talk about one of those individuals. Chuggaaconroy.

Chuggaaconroy is a long time YouTuber who has been making Let’s Plays of his favorite games for over 2 decades now. And I was avid watcher of his since I was about in middle school. Something…clicked with me with how he handled himself, his silly little puns, his goofy attitude, his informative research into the games he was playing; it all seemed so cool to me. I looked up to him, I wanted to be like him one day, maybe even go to a convention and meet him in person at his panel. That was my dream, he was idol…

……….On Tuesday, Lady Emily brought forward that Chuggaaconroy had been sexually harassing her last year. Asking her for feet pics and wanting her to partake in his fetish despite already having a girlfriend. To which, he admitted to be true. Claiming he “misread” the situation, or “was unaware” of how he was coming across….

….Y’know they say to never meet your heroes, or to never idolize anyone for these reasons alone, yet it never clicked with me. I was fans of many other big shots in the entertainment world, be it TV producers, actors, writers or other YouTubers, one by one each was found to be creepy in the end. Some of them I liked their content for a mere day before they turn around and got exposed. It’s be funny if it wasn’t so sad…

Despite all of that though, despite having seen numerous of people I’ve looked up to for their content and got inspired by, everytime. I told myself. “If this happened to Chuggaaconroy, I would just give up. I would give up on people, this dream I had, everything! Because I would know what to do with myself” I couldn’t fathom…a world…where someone I looked up to for such a huge part of my life…could do something like that…

So I want to talk about several topics regarding this.

Firstly, boundaries. It is always important for you to set up boundaries and protect yourself. Even against the smallest of things, know your limits, and address them right from the jump. If someone asks you to do something you’re not comfortable with, don’t play along to appease them, do not engage with that activity or person anymore and shut it down as soon as possible.

And this goes around the other way, it’s important to think before you say something and ask yourself? “Is this okay? Is it really all right to do this?” Something innocent and harmless to you may not be so to others, abd you have to check yourself. I have in the past spoken out of turn with others, typically in a joking matter when the situation was far more serious then I thought it to be. It led to conversations becoming awkward and south badly because I misunderstood something.

Now I know there is a....ginormous margin of a distance between making jokes at improper times and....sexually harassing someone to partake in a fucking fetish, but the point still stands. Communication is a two-way street. I also don't want to make it seem like I'm victim blaming here, oh no. The fault still lies with Chuggaa. I just want others to protect themselves in case something does arise similarly, and for others to think before doing something.

Next point, the defenders. Now I have made it abundantly clear that I am so distraught by this news, and wish that it was untrue or that this would be a dream I could wake up from. But we all have to face reality at some point. That doesn't stop others from trying to defend their beloved idol, oh-so much though. Now I can understand to some degree the point of having it resolved through DMs, instead of leaking it on Twitter for the whole world to know; but bottling up all those emotions and baggage isn't exactly the healthiest thing to do either. It was right fro Lady Emily to stand up and let everyone know of the sexual harassment she had to endure.

Regardless, people still wish to defend Chuggaa anyway. And some....think it would be an excellent idea....out of all excuses....to say that it's normal for him to not find any wrongdoings on his part.....because he's autistic and doesn't get social cues.

.......You all know exactly how I feel about this type of excuse so let me reiterate.

....Don't.

....Ever.

.....Ever....!

....Ever!

EVER!

Use Autism as an excuse, to justify shitty behavior!

It. Is. Unacceptable!

You're just being ableist and reducing every other austic person out there by condemning shitty behavior, and you're infantizing Chuggaaconroy and acting like he doesn't know any better.

Chuggaa is not a fucking soft "uwu"cinnamon roll baby boy, he's a grown thirty-something year old man! Treat him like it!

And also, Chuggaa has never once hidden behind his autism as an excuse for anything. He admitted to it without a shadow of an excuse or any truth dragging to be forced out of him. So don't say stuff for him and defend his actions with that. Because, news flash, LADY EMILY IS ALSO AUTISTIC! What fucking double standards are you implying by saying she should've simply said no, but free Chuggaa of any and all crime.

I fucking hate that excuse! And as a person with Autism myself, I WILL NOT FOR SUCH SHIT BEHAVIOR AND DEFENSE LIKE THAT!

Ugh.........

.......So....what now...? Am I ever going to learn? Are we ever going to learn? Should we stop idolizing and looking up to others in general? Is it wrong to ever dream and get inspired because of others... I don't think so...

This brings me to the last point I want to talk about...

Inspirational figures. It's easier said than done to not look up to somebody, it's human nature. We look up to people all the time. Our parents, family members, our friends, actors, musicians, writers, influencers, fictional characters. And it's to an ever greater effect when you're a child. We think of them as heroes, gods. People inspire one another, and that inspiration sparks a light in someone's heart, and allows that person to carve out their path and find their potential future in life.

How many of you have gotten in to something because of someone else? Because you saw someone popular do it and you wanted to follow in their footsteps. I'm guessing a lot of you...

There is nothing wrong with wanting to be like somebody, to chase down that avenue of the person you admire so much. And it's going to be a long and treacherous road, but I need you to understand something... That person is so far away...so out of reach you can't touch them...but you know who you can hold...your friends. Your family. Those people closest to you, are that matter most. Not someone behind a screen. And like I said, it's going to be extremely hard to break away from that idolization. But don't ever stop going down the road to your future. Don't chase after someone else....love yourself first and foremost. Inspire yourself. Be your own inspiration.

And if you look up to me, or if I have influenced you in any way with this blog or my writing... Thank you...that means a lot... And I hope you can shine even better than I can... I hope you stick with the ones that matter most to you.

So class, what did we learn today.

-Set up boundaries to protect yourself from strangers at the first jump

-Think of what you're going to say before you say it

-It is isn't inherently wrong to have heroes.

-Inspire yourself

-And don't fucking ever use autism as an excuse from criticism. Or I will find you and eat bones starting from the inside and working my way out!

Ahem...! So, that's all I wanted to say. I know this stuff isn't what you're used to on this blog but I just had to get this out there and speak about it somehow. And I hope to see you all soon with some updates.

Take care of yourselves...

-Mod

#mod freeze

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lgczoe · 1 year ago

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yo ☁️ thank you for allowing me to take up space (again). i'm 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 (he/him), and meet my second muse, 𝒁𝑶𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲 - an indescribable burst of talent, with rigid yet delicate layers to her personality; a true Aries in every sense. her passion speaks volumes but as a moth to a flame - some people “can’t take” her. zoe journeys through this season of her life going against the grain and breaking glass ceilings. read more about her down below, & like this post to start plotting!

® extra pages: dossier, pinterest, discord (mssg).

𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

“self-possession, steely control, tremendous power, and intense magnetism; that’s our game, girls,” her father would repeatedly tell his two daughters as if they were one of the many executives he meets with. it's now her motto.

studious, inquisitive young lady. in true aries ☀️ passion for fashion, is dedicated, stubborn, hardworking and witty - she's not afraid to speak her mind and voice her opinions even to her seniors (culture differences, at times).

equipped with perfectionism, she can become quite anxious while she criticizes herself and/or others to the point of obsession.

zoe does have two sides, the one seen most is the girl with the sunny eyes and smile, cutesy to a fault, and laughs at the smallest jokes. in more personal spaces (sorry, roomies), zoe tends to be reclusive and in her mind.

a deep thinker who enjoys exploring new ideas and concepts. zoe has a curious mind and is always looking for ways to expand her knowledge.

a loyal friend to a fault and values her relationships.

zoe has a cute sense of humor and enjoys making people laugh.

something she doesn't often share, her love for adventure, and enjoys traveling to new places. zoe believes that exploring the world helps her to gain new perspectives and insights.

𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 & 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺

she often recalls clumsily fitting into her mother’s high heels, prancing in front of social girlfriends and embracing the attention as love.

living in the upper crust of brentwood, los angeles, she profited from her privileged life through private school system; home tutoring after school, and many extra-curriculum activities since first grade.

her real name was zoeanna park. but she made her parents change it.

zoe's older sister was naturally talented, the golden child, and gifted in many ways, whereas zoe had to work hard, intensely, to achieve her goals.

fun fact: she auditioned to 'disney channel' twice and had small background roles.

she was a skilled soccer player, but very competitive, and one unfortunate practice resulted in a teammate hospitalized. after this incident her parents, who already didn't like a girl playing sports, gave the ultimatum of either to participate in beauty pageants and cheerleading or face the music.

part of the chess team, class president junior and senior year, thespian society, and that’s not to include athletic teams she had to keep up with between semesters. the pressure, dealt by her parents and double self-afflicted, made everything in life come in full focus.

by junior year of high school, she was captain of the cheerleading and volleyball teams as well, member of the debate club, and sang at her church's choir.

she did a few teen magazine photoshoots in tokyo, japan (14-17)!

the attention-crazed girl her mother pranced about was a facade she put on and off. it increased ten-fold after their move to south korea by her late sweet sixteenths.

in efforts to fit in fast and smoothly into a new environment, she coped with a deep, personal silence she still carries in youth.

beautiful, intelligent, and so well-behaved - zoe grew to be the model child. where her parents' friends would always complain about their children and college admissions, hers would always try to hide a smug smile as they sat there silently nodding.

she got accepted into yale university, but chose yonsei university.

zoe was numb. she played the part of the perfect, obedient daughter for so long, she never thought to be a rebellious teenager. she was slowly losing any sense of identity until she saw legacy's audition post.

after a lot of pleading with her parents and ensuring she'd keep her strong marks regardless of her new ambition, they came around. they made her promise she'd excel in the entertainment industry as well.

once accepted, she was met with a plethora of adolescents, ranging in ages, some definitely older than her, others younger. after receiving the acceptance letter, it seemed an anxiety she never had bubbled up inside. she was a formidable dancer, but the trainee life was difficult to read.

there was pressure in the air, desperation, jealousy, glee, complete turmoil and zoe’s hyper sensitivity was the biggest trouble of all.

she was seated on days where she felt her best, rewarded on days her muscles were tight and sore, energy lacking. staying up late at night to was the new norm, but she went over the top. often staying overtime, without a call back home to express gratitude, let alone how much she strangely missed them…

her beautiful grin, from ear to ear, is merely a habit now, fooling everyone and herself at times; much to a fickle humor.

𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑺

a gf aka her bff - they're very close and similar in style

anyone else who uses shopping as therapy?

she loves to be active and do regular excercises or play sports

guess who's never taken public transportation before...

your muse came across her during her moody streak, RUN!

more plot ideas: ʜᴇʀᴇ

#박조이 | behind the muse

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finally feeling brave enough to post my first Ámbina oneshot --

⚠️ **FOR CONTEXT!** ⚠️ **Location and time:** this takes place at the party during S3 ep 1 (or episode 161 overall). Also in my story of events, Gastón and Nina are best friends, rather than dating. Also, because im lazy, I set up my oneshots more like scripts. With indicators on who is speaking as well as actions. ------------------------------ Nina looked all around the room to see happy couples dancing arm in arm. Smiling faces everywhere she looked. She couldn’t help but smile herself, being surrounded by it all. But deep down, she missed Gastón. With Luna always off dancing with someone, Gastón and Nina always promised to be each other’s dance partners when they had no one else. But with him at school, she stood against the wall, her arms and heart empty. Not to mention the person whose arms she REALLY wanted to be in was nowhere to be found. Nina hasn’t seen Ámbar in weeks. After her godmother left, Ámbar wasn’t really on speaking terms with anyone. Nina wished there was something she could do to help, but wasn’t even sure where to begin. But then, as if she had read her thoughts, a pair of platform boots walked down the main stairwell. Nina looked up, and could feel her heart skip a beat. There was Ámbar, but in a way she had never seen her before. Her eyes painted with black eyeshadow, pink streaks danced through her hair, and a black dress matched with black lace leggings. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had known Ámbar for years, and never forgot an outfit she wore. This, was something totally new. And Nina loved it. As she made her way down the stairs, their eyes locked. And now Nina could REALLY feel her heart pounding. Ámbar let the smallest of smiles slip out as she slowly made her way over to her. Nina couldn’t pull her eyes away from hers. They looked like endless blue pools, with so so much to tell. Á: “hey” N: “hi Ámbar” she said the name out loud as if to make sure it was really still the Ámbar she knew. Ámbar nodded. It was her. N: “you look…” she tried to find the right word. But all she could say was, “…different” Ámbar shrugged Á: “yea well, get used to it. This is the real me.” N: “no no I…I like it. I meant like- different good.” Ámbar raised her eyebrows “I-If this is the real Ámbar…then I can’t wait to learn more about her.” Á: “that so?” Nina nodded. For a moment. They were silent. Ámbar too scanned the room, but she lacked the same joy Nina got. Á: “how come your not dancing?” N: “oh um…I always dance with Gastón and…you know heh.” Á: “ah. Right…” she trailed off, seeming like she wanted to say more, but was too embarrassed to do so. Nina watched her eyes yet again, as they went from group to group, as if she were trying read everyone in the room. N: “Á-Ámbar?” in a moment, Ámbar's eyes met her again. And Nina wasn’t sure what to do from here. Sure, she knew what she WANTED to say, but wasn’t sure if she’d work up the courage to say it. She raised a hand out before quickly using it to fix her hair. N: “would you maybe want to-“ A: “Yo! Ámbar!” a voice shouted through the crowd. The two of them directed their gaze to the voice, to see Amelia. And Nina could feel her stomach drop in anguish. Ámbar looked back to her. Á: “gotta go. Have a nice night Nina.” she said before walking to meet her friend. Nina wanted to shout to her. Tell her to have a nice night too. Ask her to wait just a moment so the two of them could dance. Tell Ámbar that more than anything, she hoped this ‘real her’ still had all the things that made her fall in love with her again and again. But now, with her too far to hear, all she could muster was a tiny voice under her breath. N: “you too, mi amor.” ------------------------------

#soy luna #ambar smith #nina simone #Ámbina #Ámbina is canon lol

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fayefayefaye90 · 1 year ago

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i’m intrigued by all of these 👀 but if no one else asked about it yet, pregnant lesbians is at the top of my list!

This is actually a wlw thread series on my twitter account! It’s four parts so far, to be continued. But since this is a new platform I’m just going to post the whole thing here! Enjoy folks!

Stevie isn’t supposed to be this person.

It’s one thing to miss out on college, and another thing to fuck strangers in bars, and an entirely different, entirely worse third thing for Stevie to be nineteen years old and walking into the Planned Parenthood with a positive pregnancy test in her purse.

As it is, Teddie told her about this place, a big city clinic that makes her feel like she’s on an entirely different Earth from the one she’s always known–not a single face she knows, not an eye on her, so unlike every person she’s ever seen because unlike every soul in Hawkins, they don’t know her name.

Teddie offered to go with her too, and she’s regretting not taking her up on it. Something about Teddie’s skinny shoulder sitting just an inch or two above hers makes her feel more comfortable, like someone else is in charge for once, but that’s why Stevie couldn’t do it—she needs to do this alone.

The front desk checks her in and when the nurse asks And what can we do for you today, dear? Stevie isn’t sure what to say. She wants to know her options. Actually, what about just dying? Dying doesn’t seem terrible, and she has the bizarre thought that if she could check in for a routine Death treatment, one that’s covered by Medicaid in the state of Indiana, that would be just the thing, rather than confront any of it. What will her parents say? Her old friends? Fuck, /Keith/?

He already thinks she’s an airhead, judgmental despite the fact she’s seen him lick cheeto dust off of his own work vest.

She wants to know her options. Mostly she wants someone to tell her that it’s okay–that maybe she fucked up, maybe she needs help, and advice, but it’s okay, it’s going to be okay.

If she could scrape out the inside of her brain, get rid of the grime, the sludge of other people’s feelings, other people’s fears and thoughts, she’d know that what she most deeply wants is to stop, to feel this. To give in to the knowledge that there’s the beginnings of a little person inside of her, and /feel/ it. Her body–this body that can’t seem to do much of anything since high school, nothing but house her scrambled egg brain and run a decent mile–is growing a life, nurturing it, blowing it up like a little ball of dough that’s going to flounce outward and become a whole cake—one that can see, and blink, and hear, and sniffle, and think.

She wants to ask the nurse–is it wrong that I can see it? That it feels so right, like maybe the only thing that’s ever been right? Because it’s so wrong, of course it’s wrong, the whole thing! I think I remember his name—y’know, the guy—but you could tell me it was something you made up and I wouldn’t know any different; fuck, it could’ve been Bob Hope and no wonder I don’t remember any condom—and I’m supposed to want something more, right? I’m supposed to wait for the white dress, white picket fence, white gold and diamond on my finger, something more than this…

…but what could be more than this?

She was supposed to wait, but she didn’t wait. And she doesn’t die. She leaves the exam room with vitamins and a stack of brochures. Looking down at her stomach, it seems the same, maybe a little bloated. Six weeks, they said. Thirty-four more.

Imagining this tiny ball of mucus that’s becoming the smallest little human, she breezes through the waiting room as if in a dream, forgetting those eyes who’ve never seen her before.

It was Teddie’s idea.

Jeff wasn’t a fan, really. They’d just been friends for so long, and there was something frantic, uncomfortable about the whole thing. Teddie could tell she was being weird. But she just had to find out.

“I just need to know,” she’d say, pretty much every day, every morning of that stifling, hot, boring summer. Getting off of night shift at the plant alongside her uncle, wired, not being able to sleep. Trudging down the lane, over to Jeff’s, where his mom had already poured her a coffee—every morning. “I just need to feel it once, and then I’ll be fine.”

“This is a way bigger deal than you think it is,” Jeff would say.

“Untrue,” Teddie would lie. She’s always been a bit of a misfit, sexless and strange, but if she goes much longer without knowing what it feels like to intimately touch a man, she thinks it might do real damage, permanently alienate her. It’s a big deal, to her. So she’d say, “It’s an extremely little deal. It’s nothing. And like, I trust you! You’re my friend.”

“That’s the problem, Teddie,” Jeff finally says, one day. “I just think you trust me a little too much!”

“Impossible—”

“It’s… it’s important, the first time! And what if it’s… what if it happens, and it’s not what you wanted?”

“What do you mean?” she looks at him, sincere. She’s playing dumb; she knows she is, and she doesn’t normally do this, but he can’t keep saying no, “I’m literally asking you to do it.”

“And… and then what? What if you don’t like it? What if it… doesn’t work?” Jeff bites his lip, holds his elbows, thumps one heel in a dancing rhythm on the porch. They both know what he means. Her plan. The whole, kickstarting her interest in guys thing.

It’s a harebrained idea that’s gnawed at her for weeks—since she graduated high school at the age of 21, still a tender and awkward virgin with a deep seated fear of this /thing/. It’s something little—this inexperience, this absence of interest—but with every passing day it has greater power to turn her into something big: a freak, an alien, something too weird to ever truly fit.

Especially… especially since she started working at the video store. Especially since she’s been spending so damn much time with Stephanie Harrington.

She can’t listen to Stevie talk about dating, about picking up guys anymore—she can’t keep feeling this way—this heat, this mortification, whenever she hears about it, whenever she remembers how different they are, the two of them. They should be the same, in this way. They should be the same with this, even though they’re so different. Teddie’s having difficulty parsing her feelings about the whole ordeal, but this will /help/, she knows it.

“But what if it does.. work?” Teddie says, plucking the thread where her t-shirt is unraveling. “If I just knew what it was like, and then I could like, y’know, I would get a boyfriend? I wouldn’t be acting like this anymore. I could just like, be normal about it! And I promise I won’t fall in love with you, just because you’re my first time, or whatever.”

Jeff snorts, audibly, rubbing his face. “Yeah, no, I’m not worried about that.”

“Good!” Teddie says, face flushing. It’s the heat, she thinks. That’s why she’s so sweaty, and her heart rate is doing a weird lurch that she hates. It’s why she’s so uncomfortable.

“I still think you’re insane,” Jeff says, “but if it’s this important to you—”

Teddie’s head whips in his direction, her tangled hair spinning like the blade of a helicopter.

“Wait, seriously?” she asks, then cheers, “Jeff! Yes! Thank you! Thank you!”

Jeff sighs, accepts the hug that’s offered.

So, they do, later that day. Sex. And It’s fine. Just—fine. Teddie doesn’t try to kiss him, doesn't want to make it weird, but he stops her partway through, holds her face and kisses her anyway, closed lipped, like a reassurance, and she’s weirdly grateful; it feels the friendliest thing he’s ever done for her.

But, yeah, Teddie learns: sex is fine.

It’s what they find out afterward that’s not fine.

Not for the first time, Stevie is jealous of Robin.

Because Robin can eat anything without gaining any weight. He has the longest eyelashes Stevie has ever seen on a human. And Robin is very obviously, without question or doubt, a gay man.

Since they were children, people have been making comments about Robin—almost never kind. Robin, whose only friends are girls. Robin, who has the lisp, the voice. Robin, who has the walk. It’s obvious on Robin: the whole gay thing.

When they were in school, Robin was called every slur in the book. Their peers, they did the wrist thing. They’d joke about him owning heels and dresses. Robin never played sports; Robin failed gym class and had to do summer school because he wouldn’t touch a locker room. He’s paid for it in missing teeth: the whole gay thing.

He’s incredibly strong; he’s had to be. Everyone knows.

No one knows about Stevie. No one knows what she’s come to learn about herself.

She still sleeps with men, and it’s fine. It’s fun. It’s enough to keep it away—the thoughts she’d rather not explain to anyone. She’s hoping the baby takes that away actually: a form, a curving shape she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. It’s a shape that has more recently developed particular features, a certain face.

As if reading her mind, Teddie runs into family video with her hand over her mouth.

Eddie is trying. She’s really trying to hold her life together.

It’s an old story: up late, never early enough. Never early enough to make the coffee without spilling something, never early enough to get dressed without having to change something. Never early enough to drive to work without speeding, never well fed enough to take her giant multi vitamin without wanting to hurl.

She’s running into Family Video with her hand over her mouth. Stevie barely has time to look at her funny before Teddie darts to the bathroom to throw up.

Teddie’s mortified when Stevie follows her in. Wide eyed, between hurls, she has something stuck to her lip. She gags at the feeling and wipes it off before sticking her head back into the toilet.

“Dude, don’t come in here!” Teddie says, then spits into the toilet.

“Relax, Munson,” Stevie says, voice low and calming; she’s crouching down to rub Teddie’s back. Her thin fingers work across Teddie’s neck, gathering and holding her hair in a low ponytail.

“Yknow, It’s funny? I’m the pregnant one, but you’re the one over here puking.”

“You haven’t puked?” Teddie says, deeply upset by this. “You’re the one who’s supposed to puke!”

“I know,” Stevie chuckles, rubbing the spaces in Teddie’s spine with the other hand as she retches, dry this time. There’s hidden strength in her hands, gentle strength like that of a long standing tree, or a grandmother who’s rubbed more children’s backs than she can count.

Teddie spits, again, feels the tenderness in Stevie’s hands which is too much, too real. Stevie’s breath coming over her shoulder is too sweet smelling, too kind to be in this video store bathroom. It’s like she doesn’t even know what Teddie’s doing.

Teddie feels the bizarre urge to make this funny. If it’s funny, it’s not anything else.

“You have a thing for this?” Teddie says.

“What?”

“Y’know, like a fetish? Girl on her knees in the video store bathroom—”

Stevie wrinkles her nose, but she’s smiling, Eddie can hear it in the way she says, “ew.” Score one for Munson.

“Because it would be fine if you did,” Teddie says, on a roll now, spitting the last of the ick from her mouth. “I’ve heard pregnancy does weird stuff to you.”

“Well,” Stevie says, with a laughing grin, “maybe you’re pregnant, too.”

Teddie snorts, regrets snorting, feeling the cold mucus in her throat make a sour resurgence. “Fat fucking chance,” she says.

“Not getting laid, Munson?” Stevie says, something too casual in her voice.

Teddie goes cold, feels herself pale.

“Oh, shit,” she says, meeting Stevie’s eyes with a grimace. She feels the panic, coming on. “What am I going to do?”

Teddie gets her own trailer a few days before she has an abortion.

Just the idea of something growing inside of her—something alive, not jus bacteria but a whole animal with a brain, the idea that something like that would feed off of her energy until it was ready to emerge from her in a bloody show that could kill her—it doesn’t exactly fill her with maternal longing. It’s more like something from a horror movie that’s also taking place in outer space.

Now, Steph could do it. She could make it look metal: ripping a child from her womb, strong and defiant and glistening with her own blood, ready to attach the suckling infant to her heavy breast, roaring with pain and triumph as bonding chemicals surge through them both. Steph could do it.

Teddie’s not Steph.

She tells Jeff beforehand—not for any reason but guilt. It was her idea, after all. She’s the one who said it probably wouldn’t take. It was her first time and she was on top—it wasn’t supposed to take.

They’re sitting on her new front porch, just behind Wayne’s trailer. She can see the window of her childhood bedroom, where she had sex with a man for the first time. The only time.

“Oh thank god,” the man (the boy, really) says, head in his hands, relief coming off of him in waves. Teddie’s not trying to have a baby either but she’s a little insulted.

“My parents…” he continues, “man my parents would kill me. After making me marry you, they would kill me.”

“What?” Teddie rears back, not expecting that, “Oh god, what the fuck?”

Her mortification must show on her face.

Jeff looks like he’s going to laugh, but he almost always looks like he’s going to laugh. That’s part of what she loves about him.

He says, “Hey, jackass, I’m not trying to marry you either—“

“What, like you and me? Church basement? Like with the dress and the suit and everything?”

“I’m serious. Like the plague. Mr. And Mrs. Jones.”

“But they wouldn’t have to know,” Teddie interrupts, “if I kept it.”

Jeff looks at her, incredulous. He sucks on his braces for emphasis.

“Oh yeah,” Jeff says, “like you’re just going to have your Black baby running around the trailer park with your Black best friend, and nobody would know—”

Despite herself, Teddie starts to laugh. Jeff’s relief and her own bubble up like soda fizz.

“You’d be running after him like ‘Get back here Eomer!’ And I’d just be sitting here, sipping coffee, like that baby has nothing to do with me..?

Teddie gets up for more coffee, still laughing.

#wlw steddie

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