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loveemagicpeace · 11 months ago

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🎸Mars Energy🎸

⚡️Mars is a powerful figure in mythology. Mars on me represents the principle factor, the energy we need to make us encourages to action. It gets us out of bed every morning and helps us achieve our goals throughout the day. It is also our representation of masculinity, as Venus is our representation of femininity. Both men and women need a well-functioning Mars to feel that we are powerful and that we have life in our hands. Mars needs challenges, and not just in battle or dispute, but also in physical activities, such as competitive games and sports or any field, at with which we can flex our muscles and compete with others to win. Like Venus, Mars is also associated with the sexual attraction and sexual relations, and both planets they reveal us approach to sexuality and courtship. In this, Mars especially delights in pursuit and conquest.

⚡️Unlike Venus, it is not relationship-oriented and can lose interest as soon as it conquers an object/person. Unless he runs into competitors then he starts fighting. The energy of Mars indicates how we behave and react. How we compete, how we win someone over and what our charm is. Mars shows how we keep our vibrancy and energy alive. The position of Mars in the chart shows our way of pursuing (the object & person we want). Mars is an indicator of what kind of men, and Venus, what kind of women we get involved with. Although many times relationships are influenced by both.

Mars is known for its lust for dominance, but it can be overbearing and tempting to impose one's will on others. Mars represents our primal passions, inclusive with anger. But Mars can also get you in trouble sometimes. It is important to release our anger. This is very important for our health, because we can get seriously ill if we suppress these energies. Suppressing anger is a matter of course associated with health problems such as stress and depression. The ability to exercise our will and achieve what we want is a talent in itself that we have to learn. After a period of learning from mistakes we start in our thirties and forties after we tend to use Mars more skillfully to our advantage.

🎡Aries Mars is particularly monotonous, spontaneous and quick to act according to his will. It can also catch fire spontaneously,and explosive moments are followed by calm ones, because anger usually does not last long. You have a fiery and strong approach to your desires. Usually when you want something you want to get it by any means. When it comes to competition, you are very competitive and forget about others. You put more emphasis on physical pleasure.

🦋Scorpio Mars has a strong will, but he has more control over the planning and execution of his actions, so he is more precise and efficient. Mars in Scorpio is usually expressed with the words and emotions, and less with fighting. Sexual expression is important for both signs, but Mars in Scorpio loves more emotionally. When it comes to love, he becomes very self-sacrificing. He will do anything for the person he loves. But when he is deceived, he can become your worst enemy. He is intense, passionate, combative and persistent, but his energy only shows when he really feels someone.

🧁Mars in mutable watery Pisces will be rather gentle and passive and will find it difficult to express itself decisively. He may hold back his anger so as not to upset others, and he may act less directly, he may even act like a victim to make others feel guilty and let us get our way. But many times you can make emotional sacrifices for other people or give them too much and then you are disappointed. Mars in Pisces is at its best when alone. You can isolate yourself a lot from other people.

🥨Mars in an earth sign, such as fixed Taurus, can be very calm and slow to respond, but with slow and patient steps he advances towards what he wants. Like a bull, it can be charged with enormous energy and charge at an attacker when angered or threatened. Mars in Taurus can also be very passionate and lustful, which makes him an emperor an exquisite and extremely patient lover.

✨Capricorn mars tends to be very competitive when it comes to business, success, money, reputation. You will want to achieve the biggest and be the best. When it comes to love, they can be quite cold sometimes. Many times they can put the business before the person. Their anger is usually not expressed, many times they keep it inside. Their nature is not so much focused on several things but on only one. It's the same in love - you like to invest in someone who seems stable and worth your time. They are not people who like to go on dates.

☁️Cancer Mars they have a very emotional response to things around them. You can hurt them quickly. They like to invest their time in their family, people close to them. They don't like average relationships. Many times their energy is emotional. Their anger is responsive in many ways but can also change quickly. They are a sign that can quickly forgive (even if it doesn't seem like it at first). They love stalking people. And when they want something, they will go anywhere to get it. They can do some pretty crazy stuff.

🥤Virgo Mars show practicality, decision-making and thinking. They know how to work hard for what they want if their desire is very strong. They put a lot of emphasis on hygiene, health, routine and lifestyle. They tend to dislike people who smoke or have strange habits. Many times they notice little things in people. They devote a lot of energy to staying in good health, but that's precisely why they can get sick. Because they can deal with it too much.

🥊Sagittarius Mars their energy is manifested through the will to live. They are the people who will always make you smile and make you feel that there is only one life and you can make the most of it. Spontaneous people and many times make an impulsive decision, which many times turns out to be good. They laugh a lot and are optimistic. They give a lot of energy to travel, spirituality, playfulness, learning, new things. Their approach is often optimistic, although they can have a lot of anger behind it. However, since this is a fiery sign, they can be impulsive, react violently, directly, rudely. They are tough opponents and when they set a goal they will achieve it. They can be very competitive when it comes to something they are passionate about. Or when it comes to a person who means a lot to them. They are not afraid to confront people and will always want quick actions and reactions. They almost never get sick, but that's because they are optimists.

🪂Leo Mars their energy is manifested through a passion for playfulness, childhood, fun. They put a lot of effort into having fun and enjoying the things they love. They have many hobbies. They can be possessive and jealous, but they won't show it right away. A lot depends on the energy they want to feel with the person. When they notice that the person they want has fans, they will become even more competitive. They will be most competitive in sports or love. Many times they will want to conquer you with their dominance. They are not afraid of challenges and will step into them without fear if they are mature enough. They are fighting and persistent in themselves. Actions count for them.

🎢Gemini Mars their energy is very mutable. They are all over the place most of their time. And they need a lot of change but they are most good with words than actions. They will talk much more than actually do. They can be very unstable and change their mind many times. They will often compete when it comes to verbal duels. Even at school, they know how to compete. Their health fluctuates because they can become quite anxious at times or think too much about things they cannot change. They can seduce you with mind games.

🫧Libra Mars their energy usually shows through the relationships but can be different kind of relationship it doesn't meant to be like romantic relationship. It can be friendships. If they are not in a relationship, they can give a lot of their energy to their friends. Their anger is usually passive aggressive. They often avoid conflicts because they like peace. Their passive aggressive behavior can lead to them getting sick (because they keep too much anger inside). It is good for them to express their feelings and anger as much as possible.

⛸️Aquarius Mars their energy is focused on humanitarian matters (they like to help others), dreams, goals, social networks. They like to do the things they like. They also like to be alone. They have rebellious kind of anger so they will fight for the rights or people they love or things that are connected to them. But they are not people who fight about I don't know some random stuff. They have the unique way how to seduce people and it's always different. They can also seduce you with their uniqueness or something about that is so different and this is why people are attracted to them somehow. They can work a lot on staying in shape and following themselves. Because they can get sick unexpectedly. Many times the diseases are very strange.

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bluemari23 · 5 months ago

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dazzling light || kim hongjoong

summary: your soul bond activates at a concert and you seriously doubt your actually going to be able to meet them, not when they are on the stage and more than likely can't see the soul light that surrounds you.

pairing: kim hongjoong x autistic reader

genre: soulmates, soul bonds, soul marks, fluff, some light angst

warnings: autistic reader, overstimulation, some slight panic,

word count: 1.5k

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Despite your love for music, sometimes it could be too loud. Your ears ringing and sometimes you swore your brain actually shakes in your skull. The way you listened to music almost every second of the day was a surprise to some people, seeing as you were easily overstimulated and when too many things were happening at once, you used your noise canceling headphones for peace.

You thought that a concert would be an isolated incident; Somewhere where you could only focus on the music and not on anything else. Where you could just feel the music and let your body sway to the rhythm.

Finding out you had a soulmate at a concert was not on your plan for the night.

And looking down at your wrist to see the gold letters building the name of your bias was also not on your plan for the night.

For soulmates, soul bonds only activate when you are in the same room, gold letters representing the soul spell out the name of your soulmate. A gold light also surrounds the people within the bond so you could find your other half easier.

But you knew who your other half was, and you doubted they could see you from the stage.

You were seated near the front of the stage, a front row seat in the first part of the seated section. You had felt beyond lucky to get the seat, knowing how quickly the seats go and how easily the concerts sell out tickets. Now, you wonder if it was fate bringing you here.

You anxiously sat, waiting for some kind of sign that he also sees you. But Hongjoong seemed to look almost everywhere but where you were seated. That was until he glanced at your section during Guerilla and seemed to do an obvious double glance. Everyone around you was screaming, thinking that he was looking at them, but you know differently.

But then he didn’t look your way again.

You couldn’t help but to think, maybe he doesn’t want a soulmate?

Did he see your soul light?

He probably isn’t interested in having a soulmate. Another person to depend on. It’s probably for the best anyways, with your disability anyways. You couldn’t always control your brain or the way your body took in stimuli.

Seeing reason, you tried to just enjoy the rest of the concert, listening to Answer and then Crazy Form, which was one of your favorites. You followed the crowd and moved your light stick along with them. You even got up and danced for as long as you could handle.

When the concert ended, though, you couldn’t help but to wait a couple minutes. You told yourself it was because you couldn’t handle the crowds trying to leave the stadium at the same time, but you knew it was because you hoped that he did want you, even the tiniest bit.

After waiting about ten minutes, you gave up hope and started to grab your things. It was disappointing, but nothing you weren’t used to. Being a burden was unfortunately something you felt a lot, and this was nothing different.

After grabbing your things, you began to make your way down the small walkway that led to the inner hallways of the stadium, out into the main concession area. You pass through the entryway only to bump into a large man in a stadium uniform.

“Are you Ms. Y/n L/n?” The large man was imposing and his voice was deep and intimidating, making you hesitate for a couple of seconds before nodding your head, not wanting any trouble.

“We’ll need you to come with us then.” You heard another voice, and someone pushed past the large and intimidating man to stand in front of you.

This man was shorter, but still nonetheless intimidating. He wore a stern expression and his glasses reminded you of an old professor you had in college who loved to yell and throw things across the classroom when someone was talking during his lecture. It was safe to say you were now shaking in your shoes.

The ma wore no indication of his position with regards to the stadium, and you were thoroughly confused now to what could be going on.

“Is there something wrong, Sirs?” Your voice was weaker than you wanted to push out, showing how uncomfortable you were.

The men just turned around and started walking, not even looking to see if you were following. But you did, entirely scared and uncomfortable and feeling entirely intimidated to do anything but what the men say.

You followed them through a different hallway, one with the words “CREW ONLY” plastered to the front. You now went from being scared to freaked out. Your thoughts were going a hundred miles an hour until you ended up in front of a set of double doors that had the word “ATEEZ” printed on a sheet of paper and taped to the right-side door.

Now, now you were completely frozen.

You swear your heart actually stopped.

“Please.” The short man gestured you forward, knocking on the door for you without giving you a second to move.

Before you could catch your breath, someone opened the door, a casual smile on their lips and a baggy but comfortable looking t-shirt with the new Ateez designs on it. You assumed this was one of the managers as he shook the smaller man’s hand and thanked them for bringing you here.

“Hello, you must be Ms. Y/n?” The man then turned to look at you, his bright eyes centered on you and then your wrist where Hongjoong’s name resided in gold ink.

You just stared at the man, your obvious nerves showcased on your face, still completely frozen as you look up at him.

“Please, don’t be nervous. Hongjoong is actually excited that we were able to find you still here and might actually start freaking out if we leave him in there with Wooyoung and Jongho’s teasing any longer.” The man cracks another warm-hearted smile at you before holding his hand out for you to take, a nice gesture.

“How about we go and introduce you to your soulmate, hm?” The man, who still didn’t introduce himself moved behind you, hand hovering against your back as he opens the door again, the noise from inside becoming completely silent as you slowly moved inside.

You saw Hongjoong first, his eyes catching yours as a large smile grows on his lips, his cheeks pushed wide as he does so. You then catch Wooyoung actually hanging off of the captain, Seonghwa trying and failing to get him off until you appear, both men slowly moving away from their leader.

The soul light slowly dims until its gone when you are now only a couple feet apart. You could feel your body slowly relaxing as you got closer to your soulmate, something you’ve never felt before. Relaxation and peace were always hard to come by when your body always seemed to take in more stimuli that you could handle.

But you felt at ease, now an arm’s length away from the person you were destined for.

“Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” Hongjoong spoke softly as if not wanting to break the moment between you.

“Hi.” You smile a little, wanting to show him that you were okay, that you were okay with everything.

“Why don’t we sit, get to know each other better.” He asked you, motioning to the now vacant couch behind you, big enough for the two of you. You also noticed the sneaky glances that the other Ateez members sent each other.

“Okay.” You smiled at the boys as you passed by them, each of them introducing themselves to you as if you didn’t just attend their concert.

You sat down, and before Hongjoong could pick another place to sit, every single other spot than the one beside you was taken by the boys. Hongjoong just took it in stride, sitting beside you as he dramatically shakes his head and sighs at his members actions. You couldn’t help but to let out a little laugh at their actions, trying to play matchmaker between soulmates.

It was as if they all started speaking at once, the younger members just yelling out questions for you as you sat next to Hongjoong, Seonghwa trying but failing to reign them in, even if it was a half-hearted attempt at doing so.

You didn’t even attempt to answer, seeing as you couldn’t distinguish a single question. Instead, you just took the hand that your soulmate offered you, shyly holding it in your grasp.

“They’re always like this. I promise, they like you already.” Hongjoong leans down and whispers into your ear. You could hear the smile and adoration in his voice, something that made you smile again.

“It’s okay. I can get used to it. I promise, I like them too.” You whisper back, looking up at him and watching as the look of adoration switches from his members to you.

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yandere-kokeshi · 11 months ago

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what about…

yandere ghost dad with reader who’s going on a bad path?

like hanging around delinquents, smoking and drinking at a young age or even doing drugs

i have a feeling he’d lock them up and throw away the key 😭

— Yandere Dad-Ghost with his gn kid, going down the ‘bad path’

Warnings: yandere behavior, everything Platonic, talks about smoking, drugs (and pot), alcohol, and isolation.

A/N: How do y’all come up with these good ideas?? I loved doing this, enjoy bby <3!

Simon would be worried about you, first and foremost. But also extremely disappointed; the dangerous stunts you do, especially with the wrong type of people, make his paranoia 10 times worse.

When he had caught you smoking, either weed or tobacco, he was angry; instantly grabbing it from your hands, throwing it to the floor as he snapped at you. He had made a promise to himself — ensuring that you'd never turn into anything bad. And now, seeing you waste your teenage years with drinking alcohol, and potential drugs makes his stomach sick.

Despite it being your first, or multiple times of doing your ‘rebel shit’, Simon is taking your health, and safety seriously; strictly warning you for the first and last time with a look of sheer disappointment and anger: “I don’t want to see that shit again– y’know the rules of this house. D’ya understand me? Repeat it back.”

Simon thought you’d understand. You were a kid, still experiencing life. Finding who you are. You’ll be fine, as long as you follow his rules. But, when on a lazy Saturday, getting a call from 911 past midnight — saying you were arrested, obviously intoxicated, and smelling like weed? His impatience snapped like a rubber-band.

In the end, yes, your beloved father would lock the key and throw it out; keeping you isolated in the house, with just him, where he can watch you. You can be mad at him, throw things at him. Hell, even say you hate him. But at the end of the day, it’s for your protection.

Everything in the house is extra supervised — your internet, and screen-time is watched 24/7. Life360 is added onto your phone. The door to your room is removed, and covered with a thick blanket. The bathroom breaks are irritating, because if you’re in there for more than 10 minutes, he’s knocking and demanding to be let in.

And let’s not forget where he turns you to online schooling within a day or so. Making sure to get rid of those sick friends of yours, but you’ll never know what happens to them because the contact with them is cut.

Make no mistake, Simon doesn’t like taking your free-will, he wants you to act and be like a teenager. And it is something he didn’t get to do when he was younger.

But… he loves you, and if it’s what he has to do, then so be it.

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yanderes-galore · 5 months ago

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Then Yuji with your prompts 3,8, and 29

Sure, didn't have many plot ideas so here's Analog AU! Yuji pulling a KinitoPet since I wanted to explore that more. Sorry it came out a bit short ^^;

Analog AU Here!

Yandere! Yuji Itadori Prompts 3, 8, 29

(Analog AU)

"You'll love me, even if we have to sit and wait for it to happen."

"I could look into those eyes forever...."

"I want to be this close... forever...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Isolation, Yuji is not technically Yuji, Brainwashing/Mind control implied, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Forced affection, Forced relationship.

"Isn't it nice when everything is perfect?"

Your new life was difficult to get used to. In fact, you have no idea how long you've been imprisoned here. Time could very well work differently here.

All you recall is buying that strange DVD... meeting Yuji... and now you're here in a world resembling the show you loved so dearly.

At least you still managed to keep lucid enough to know this isn't your home. The entity puppeteering this realm could try their hardest to adapt you to this place... but you know better. This is not home.

This will never be home.

Yuji never gave up on making you feel like you belong in his realm. He made you a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he uses other characters to give you friends, he even took the identity of the main character you adore so much! Yuji yearns to please.

So why do you ignore him?

This place never fails to feel... uncanny? You know none of this is real. The other characters don't seem sentient and you can't seem to get Yuji's faint red glow in his eyes out of your head.

You and Yuji are the only people seemingly real in this world. Even if you speak to other characters, Yuji's always close by to watch you. You aren't sure what he is... but he seems awfully determined to make this world a paradise for you.

"Your world is so full of stress..." Yuji would say, looking disappointed. "But here? Here anything can happen. You can be happy... I can make you happy."

Yuji acts like a god in this realm. A god who's using your favorite show to gain your approval. However... you haven't allowed yourself to give in.

You can't let your guard down around those glowing eyes....

"The apartment looks close enough to your old home, yes?" Yuji asks you excitedly, rearranging furniture with ease. You blankly watch him, the familiarity only making you wish for home more. Were you technically dead?

"I just hope you know I do this because I care..." Yuji whispers, sitting on the bed to look at you. "It was so upsetting to see you so bored and stressed after work before. But... this is fun, isn't it?"

Ah, yes... was playing pretend with some entity fun? Was this meant to be more relaxing? Why does he bother acting like he cares?

"Why won't you let me out?" You ask, Yuji looking at you confused.

"Let you out...?" He echoes, seeming hurt. "That isn't how things are supposed to go...!"

"I never wanted to be here!" You plead. "Nothing's real... It's all fake..."

"I'll work on it more for you!" Yuji smiles, his eyes gleaming red again. "Anything for you, right...?"

"What do you even want from me!?" You plead to Yuji, the entity watching you with a frown.

"You... You don't understand...?" Yuji whispers, concerned about your confusion. "Seriously?"

Your adrenaline creeps in when Yuji stands up, stepping closer. There's no point running. He always knows where you are....

"I made this world for you, sweetheart... for us!" Yuji whispers, a smile on his face. "I did it because I love you...!"

Your breath hitches when Yuji leans closer, uncanny eyes staring into your own. The effect is almost... entrancing. You go to look away, to fight him more on his words...

Yet you can't.

"I could look into those eyes forever...." Yuji whispers, holding your face. He grins, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips. You want to tell him he doesn't know what love is...

But he cuts you off.

"You see... if you accept this new world I made for you... we can have more moments like this..." Yuji whispers, teasingly kissing your lips as you gaze into his eyes. Why can't you look away?

"I love you so much... I was so tired of just watching you through that damn screen..." Yuji murmurs breathlessly. His grip tightens, gaze becoming a glare for a moment. "I didn't want to share you with anyone... but now..."

Yuji pulls you into a tight embrace. His hold is crushing, possessive. That manages to snap you out of your trance a little bit, just enough to push against his chest and struggle.

"I want to be this close... forever...." Yuji whispers with a grin, eyes holding a lovesick gaze towards you. He leans in to kiss you again, only for you to harshly shove him back. His expression then becomes unamused before he perks back up again with a smile.

"Oh, baby... am I coming off too strong?" Yuji frowns, feigning guilt. "I'm sorry... I forgot I need to be patient with you. I'm just getting a bit too... excited due to you being here now...!"

Yuji steps back, gaze softening with an uncanny glow to it. He gives you space before continuing to redecorate. He's getting too eager.

"That's okay, you may not understand it now but..." Yuji whispers, looking at the room before his eyes trail back to you. You freeze when you see them flash an entrancing red again. "You'll love me, even if we have to sit and wait for it to happen."

With that, Yuji continues rearranging your new home. An uneasy feeling swirls in your gut at the experience. You'd never know what Yuji is... or his true intentions.

But as your fictional life treks on, your fears slowly don't matter anymore...

Why bother fighting him when there's nowhere to go now? Maybe you should just be loved...?

After all... it's just you and Yuji... together forever in a world made for you.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere self aware au #yandere analog au #yandere jjk analog au #yandere yuji #yandere itadori yuji

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back2thebasics · 2 months ago

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Bodyguard Suguru Geto X Fem Reader

Synopsis: Your parents hired Suguru for your protection. You come from a wealthy family and they won't let you go into the big scary world without someone always lurking in the shadows to watch over you. That is what he is to you, a shadow. What happens when one night changes your relationship forever?

Content: Female Reader, MDNI, Sexual content, Curses, Combat, Gore(From fighting curses), Geto with an attitude

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You always feel him lurking 8 steps behind you. Never close enough to see him, but never far enough that you don't feel his presence. Your friends had nicknamed him the black dog since his long shaggy black locks made him look like one, and he always followed you around. Your interactions with him were almost nonexistent and when you spoke with him, he was cold and calculated. It pissed you off. You wanted to get to know him. He was only interested in ensuring you don't get eaten alive while getting groceries.

You needed to get something from the beauty supply store on the way from work, so you diverged from your usual path home. You knew Suguru Geto would follow no matter what, so you didn't bother letting him know your plan. He has been your bodyguard since the day you turned 18 and your parents were too scared to let you live your life as an adult without security. You understand why it's necessary. Cursed spirits were everywhere and you had no formal training to defend yourself.

You turn back and see him walking casually behind you a few feet back, pretending to be a regular pedestrian minding his business. What people didn't know was that he was hyper-aware of all of them and he was probably watching them like a hawk ready for an attack at any moment. He has protected you from danger as promised and in the 5 years he has been around, no one has laid a finger on you or even breathed in your direction. It felt isolating sometimes, but you were alive, so you couldn't complain too much. You finally see the shop in the distance and you hope they have the hair developer you need to dye your hair. Last time you got the wrong product and the results were horrible, so this time you want to make sure you do it right. You could go see a professional, but with your personal Shadowman following you around, it made things awkward at the salon.

The shop is busy, which forces Geto to get closer to you so he can keep an eye on you. He pretends to browse the aisles while you make your way to the hair dye section. He follows you while you look at the products. He pretends to scan the boxes of hair dye as if contemplating a colour. His eyes occasionally glance over to you and when you catch him looking, he gives you a look that says hurry up.

“I think you would look gorgeous with pink hair.” You tell him pretending to be a stranger giving advice. He doesn't laugh.

He looks at you seriously and stoically, as always. He gives you an up and down and then continues to walk down the aisle, no doubt to check the neighbouring aisles for threats to your safety. You return your attention to the shelf full of products, a little disappointed by his dismissal. He didn't even deem you worthy of a reply. You finally find the right product you were looking for and then make your way towards the register where a nice-looking young man helps you check out.

You feel Geto looming next to you, but you don't even bother looking at him while he places some random items down onto the belt and buys them to seem less suspicious. You thank the cashier and then walk out, not waiting for your black shadow. He will catch up with those long legs of his. You know that you've been acting petty lately. It started with you trying to ditch him on purpose, then you ignore his calls sometimes just to get a reaction. He only got mad a few times, and you liked the rush it gave you, so you chased after it more. The desire to do it again rose in you and made you walk a little faster. You try to trick him a little and take a different way home. Hoping he will maybe confront you, talk to you or just do something more than intense stares and silence.

You've been walking for about 10 minutes, surprised he hasn't caught up to you yet. You hear a loud crashing noise coming from a back alley. Passing the alleyway quickly and hoping it's just an animal digging through the trash, you begin regretting your choices. Your heart races for no reason and you get cold sweats. Why did you not want the protection of the big, strong bodyguard again? The answer seems long gone and when you turn around to check behind you, the lack of his presence makes you feel empty.

You turn back to keep walking and stop dead in your tracks when you see a nasty-looking creature standing in front of you, blocking your way. It looks like a snake with its long body decorated with scales. It stares you down with its beady yellow eyes and reveals large fangs as its enormous jaw unhinges. Long spikes adorn its back, giving it an almost dragon-like appearance. It slithers forward and you notice just how big this thing is. It could eat you whole if it got you between its jaws. You freeze in fear, not being able to move even as it gets closer, hissing at you and flexing its spikes preparing for an attack.

Just as it goes for the lunge, a flash of a figure swoops in grabs you and carries you back to the safety of a side alleyway. You finally get your bearings and realize the man leaning over you scanning you for injuries is Suguru Geto.

“Are you hurt?” He sounds different. He was affected for once. Gone is the stoic statue of a man. Instead, he looks genuinely concerned. His brows pinching together, creating deep lines.

Several minutes pass before you can stop shaking and catch your breath. You hyperventilate and it makes you weak on your feet. Stumbling a little, he braces you up against his much larger body with muscular arms around your torso.

“You need to catch your breath and tell me if you're hurt,” Suguru says in a firm yet soothing voice. He doesn't wait for your reply before he starts patting you down gently all over and feeling for anything wrong.

“I'm fine.” You manage your breathing finally under control.

“We’ll talk about how stupid that was later. But for now, I need you to promise me you will stay here until I come back for you. Please Y/N, you need to promise me you won't run off again.” He stares down into your eyes intensely and you see the genuine concern written all over his face. He’s worried.

“I promise.” You nod at the same time. He releases you from his supportive embrace. You sink a little at the lack of support, your knees still shaking from the adrenaline. He places a hand on the small of your back and leads you further down into the alleyway to a fire escape, where he helps you sit on the lower staircase.

“I'll be back. Stay here.” He sets off running towards the cursed spirits' location. You listen to his request and stay put. He disappears from view and you hear scuffling and combat begin as Geto no doubt unleashes his technique. The fight seems to last forever and you grimace as you hear crunching and things shattering during the battle. Finally, you see a tall figure approaching, Shaggy black hair tousled from combat, a bit of dust smeared on his olive skin but thankfully no blood. None of his, at least because the specks that speckled his skin looked green.

You burst into tears. You hear his footsteps quicken and he reaches you in no time.

“Y/N? What's wrong?!” He crouches in front of you, his voice sounding gravely from fighting.

“I'm sorry.” You blubber between sobs. The heightened emotions and fear make you feel sensitive, and you can't help it when you reach out and hug him suddenly. He returns the hug and lets you cling to him with your arms around his neck. He holds you as you shake in his arms and cry it out.

“It's okay. Let me take you home.” He suddenly stands up, lifting you at the same time. You're about to ask to be put down, but the thought of being carried home sounds nice, so you let him. You wrap your legs around him like a koala and he supports you by gripping your thighs to hold you up. Resting your head on his shoulder with your arms around his neck as he makes the quick trip to your apartment building where he also lives. He sets you down at the front door and he unlocks the door using his set of keys. You stay in silence, not wanting to talk about your dumb actions just yet.

He walks in and turns on the lights, then takes off his shoes. His apartment is in the basement of yours and his usual routine is to go straight downstairs without a word. Tonight he lingers at the door as you take off your coat and shoes. He watches you with worry in his features as he leans against the kitchen island. You wait for him to get mad at you.

“So, are you going to scold me now?” You break the silence, looking at him from the bench near the door.

“Is that what you want? For me to scold you?” The tone Geto uses sounds almost like a challenge.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run off like that. It was stupid.” You mumble, embarrassed.

“Yes, it was stupid and I am still a little pissed still but you need to rest. You must be tired.” Suguru approaches and places a hand on your head affectionately. You look up at him and the concern in his gaze makes your heart flutter. He always seems so cold and detached, but at this moment, you see through all that.

He removes his hand and turns to walk towards his apartment door.

“Wait, Suguru.” You rush out and he turns around.

You stand up from the bench and step forward. You gather your courage and decide it's time to confront your feelings head-on. If he rejects you, then you can move on and things will go back to normal.

“Aren't you sick of following me around all the time? Do you even like me?” You ask the questions that are swirling in your head.

Suguru looks at you, shocked. He seems to think about it for a moment and then sighs before he responds. You expect a rejection.

“Of course I like you. What kind of question is that? When I took on this job, I must admit I was apprehensive at first. Then I met you and that went away. Protecting you is the most important thing to me. You are the most important thing to me.” Suguru steps forward until he's almost pressed against you.

The proximity leaves you breathless. But you still have things you need to know.

“Why are you always so distant? Every time I try to get to know you, you push me away.” You search his eyes for answers.

“I had to. If I got too close to you, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting more. I knew you wouldn't feel that way, so I kept a safe distance.” He lifts a hand and runs it through his long black hair.

“Why would you assume I wouldn't like you?” You ask, confusion lacing your breathy voice as you stare up at him. He looks vulnerable for the first time in the 5 years you've known him.

“Because you are you and I'm me. I feel like I don't deserve you. Not in the way I want, so I settle for making sure you stay safe. At least I get that small pleasure.” He rasped, his voice husky, sending shivers down your spine.

“That's bullshit. You have no idea the amount of times I craved just hearing your voice. The amount of times I tried pissing you off just so you can talk to me.” You feel the frustration of those 5 years in your words. You wanted him to like you so badly it had gotten under your skin so far deep down that you had convinced yourself he hated you to get over it.

You had no idea that he had these feelings all along and you feel stupid for not saying anything earlier. You take matters into your own hands for once and get on your tip toes so you can wrap your arms around his neck. He looks surprised for a second before he wraps his arms around your waist and meets you halfway. Your lips meet in the middle and the force of the kiss almost knocks you off your feet. He kisses you like he has been waiting longer than 5 years. Like he has been waiting his entire life for this chance. You respond, your lips fighting with his in a passionate exchange of tongue and lip biting. He pulls back first, still not completely sure what just happened. He breathes in heavy pants, his face flushed completely.

“Y/N, are you sure about this? I don't -.”

You cut him off with another reassuring kiss. Something about showing him instead of showing him felt right. Your hands trailed lightly into his long silky strands near his nape and you hear his guttural groan. He breaks the kiss once more and disappointment washes over you briefly before he lowers himself to kiss your neck. You can't hold back the soft moan that escapes your lips. His lips suck and kiss a trail, starting from your jaw to your collarbone. He surprises you when he suddenly picks you up effortlessly. He doesn't travel far with you before he gently places you down on the edge of the kitchen island. The way he looks at you like you're a dream, like you'll disappear. It makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

“We can take it slow. We don't have to rush.” His hand cups your face gently and he looks so gentle compared to his curse-killing alter ego.

“I have waited 1826 days for this. I think that's slow enough.” You can't help but laugh at your attempt at being funny.

Geto’s lips quirk up slightly and then a full smile that nearly knocks the breath out of you. You have never seen him genuinely smile at you like this before. He initiates the kiss this time, and it makes you wish this would have happened sooner between the two of you. It may have made his constant presence much more welcome. You grip lightly onto his long black hair once more and you enjoy hearing his reaction. He liked having his hair pulled. It sent more heat rushing down to your core where you were already starting to soak through your panties with excitement. The tension between you had to give eventually, but who knew this would be the way you decided to resolve your issues.

His hands began to roam your body. Exploring your back, your waist, your hips. Then he gripped your ass, squeezing it firmly while he kissed you like a starving man. He slid you closer, and that's when you felt the press of his long hard length right between your thighs. Your hand traces down gently from his neck slithering down to feel the sizeable growth. He groaned into the kiss seemingly still holding back slightly. You decided to take matters into your own hands and show him just how badly you had wanted this. He was thankfully wearing black sweatpants, so it was easy for you to pull down the waistband slightly. His attention snapped down between the two of you and his breath hitched.

“Y/N shit I-”

“What are you so afraid of?” You teased.

Before you knew it, you were being flipped over, your top half bent over the island pressed against the granite surface. Geto pushed his hips into your backside. You felt his shaft rubbing against your pussy through the thin material of your leggings.

“You have no idea the things I've thought about doing to you. I thought I just needed to get laid, but no matter what I did, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Fuck, I thought I was going to have to quit before I did something stupid.” He whispers into your ear, one hand coming up to possessively grip your neck to hold it up to him.

“I want you Geto please.” The request comes out of you in a mixture of a whisper and a whimper. He chuckles darkly, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“I dreamed of you saying those words to me once. Now I get to fuck you in real life, darling.” His deep, soft voice caresses your skin. He peels back the tight leggings and your thong in one swift motion. You release a breath as you feel the cold air suddenly hit your heated, throbbing cunt. Geto made a sound of approval from behind you, admiring your exposed pussy, which probably glistened from how wet you were. Suddenly, goosebumps spread on the back of your thighs as you felt his hot breath near your pussy.

“I've always wanted to taste you beautiful. Can I?” Geto nearly purred, the gentle rumble of his voice sending flutters to your stomach and a fresh wave of heat to your core.

“Please.” Your reply was breathy. He was making you beg for it and in some way, you felt it was your punishment for making his job harder recently. He had probably also felt like you hated him or you were pushing him away when you had been looking for a reaction like a little brat. You felt a small smile form on your lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Geto.” You decided to play into it a little more. Maybe you liked being a little daring around him. Test his limits. The next time you felt his shaft on your lips, there was no fabric between you. The contact of his warm hard cock rubbing your wet lips and occasionally brushing over your clit made you arch your back. He reached down both of his big hands trailing down your legs to stop at your knees, where he suddenly grabbed and lifted. He hoisted up your bottom half your arms still braced on the counter holding you up. He held you strong, and you felt like he could truly toss you around if he wanted to and your mind wandered to all the possible positions you could try. Geto interrupted your train of thought when you felt his wet tip lining up to your slick entrance. He found it almost instinctively and you left out a moan when he slowly pushed in. Giving you time to adjust, he slowly pulled out and then back in. You had not had anyone this size before, and the slight pinch didn't take long to dissipate into a feeling of fullness and then pleasure. Once your soft moans got louder and your hips arched even more, he took it as a cue to quicken his pace. His rhythm was a strong and quick force that made you clutch to the edge of the countertop in pleasure. He let out soft growls and groans while fucking you, which amped your pleasure even more.

“Fuck baby, your pussy is amazing.” Geto praised his head, swinging back while he fucked you from the back, still gripping your knees and thighs in his large rough hands. He sped up even more, pounding into you with the ferocity of a man that has been holding himself back for years. You meet each thrust of his hips with a needy moan. He pulls out for a slit second and then you're being flipped over again with ease. He places both of your legs onto his strong shoulders and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Geto looks down at you with a flustered expression and pushes back into you. His hands push up your top and you help him in undressing yourself. Once you take off your bra, you notice he has also taken off his shirt. As he slowly fucks you in long, deep strokes, you appreciate his body. His defined muscles seem to ripple and shine with a sheen layer of sweat. His tousled black hair clings to his broad shoulders as he slowly starts to pick up his pace again. With every push in, he hits your G spot and it makes your moans turn into cries of pleasure. He grips your ankles, which rest near his collarbone and spreads your legs wider. Then you feel one of his thumbs press circles into your pulsing clit. The buildup comes quickly, like a rush up a flight of stairs and you come hard. You close your eyes shut and cry out your pleasure, your back arching against the cold surface of the counter. He pounds into you as your orgasm wades out. Geto places both of your legs on the same shoulder and leans in more. His other hand grips your throat, not squeezing, just holding. The intense heat in his gaze tells you that he's close to climax.

“Fuck yes, Geto. Fuck me.” You pant out, feeling a second orgasm already building. As if reading your mind, his circles on your clit speed up to match his thrusts, sending you speeding towards a second orgasm. Just as you'd predicted, Geto was not far away and his loud guttural groan came right as you peaked. You came on his cock again, feeling your walls tighten around him just as he pulled out and you spread your legs wide so he could release his hot seed on your lower stomach. His circles on your clit never stopped as you rode out the second orgasm. He reached over to the far side of the island counter with his long arms and grabbed a roll of paper towel, using it to clean up his mess. You watched him clean you up with half-lidded eyes, his touch gentle and caring. For a man who killed monsters for a living, he sure was sweet when he wanted to be. The thought made you smile, and he caught you giving you a breathtaking smile in return. You couldn't help but pull him close and he met you halfway closing the distance. He picked you up fully in his arms, walking with you in the direction of your bedroom, not even breaking the kiss to look where he was walking. You let out a small giggle knowing he knew exactly where your bedroom was and that it wouldn't be long before round 2 started in your bed.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #geto suguru #suguru geto smut #geto #geto smut #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #18+ mdni

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whotfletamothhyperfx · 10 months ago

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SONIC PRIME S3 SPOILERS!!!!

Am i the only one kinda disappointed with how it ended with nine? Like what is he just gonna live the rest of his life out alone in the grim? Because if you remember the only way he even had stuff there was because of the fact he was using the shattered paradox prism so whay is he just gonna stay there? Isolated and alone? Not even that theres no plants or trees so how would he even eat.

I know sonic said ‘take care of each other’ but im guessing they’re all just trapped in their own dimensions now and its seriously bothering me because how is nine supposed to live in the grim by himself?????

Anyway im still a believer that prime should have ended with nine finding his version of sonic from new yoak or at least be accepted into the new yoak gang

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #nine sonic prime #miles nine prower #nine prower #nine the fox #sonic prime #sonic prime season 3 #sonic prime spoilers

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luvnami · 2 months ago

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not a glory hole! - chapter 11

an | back to the funny bits next chapter, i promise, just pushing some plot in this scene. also, please have your age in bio or pinned!! ive been having to block a lot of empty blogs which makes me feel awful. i do not want to run the risk of minors interacting with my work so please!!! mlist cw | mdni (18+)

after that night, ushijima approached you on a weekend to talk things out. he even brought some fruit as an apology. you considered it a fairly mature gift, instead of something like roll cake or cookies.

you’re relieved that ushijima seemed to have enough common sense to apologise and explain his view on what had happened, instead of clamming up and expecting you to read his mind. he’s thoughtful and empathetic, even if his words don’t necessarily express his feelings that way.

you apologised, too, for not communicating your feelings to ushijima. it was an awkward situation no matter how you looked at it and you coped with it in your own way – namely by isolating yourself from him. he had given you a disappointed look, but nonetheless understood your reasoning.

that’s how the both of you end up sitting by your coffee table after multiple rounds of apologies, munching on apple slices with the peel cut into rabbit ears. ushijima bites into a slice politely.

“do you like fruit, wakatoshi-kun?” you ask.

there’s something inside of ushijima that perks up whenever you call him by his given name. not many people do, save for his family or tendou, so it’s pleasantly surprising.

“yes, i do.” he swallows his bite. “it’s important for athletes to have balanced diets, so i try to have fruit every day.”

“wow, that must be expensive.”

your thoughts wander, thinking about the recent surge in prices at the local grocery store. seriously, eggs used to be 350 yen a carton, and now they’re 450 yen. talk about ludicrous! athletes must be paid a decent amount for them to eat fruit every day, then. what a luxurious life.

“satori says i’m too blunt sometimes,” ushijima suddenly says. “do you think that’s a problem?”

ah, tendou satori. you vaguely remember his name appearing in your conversations, where the brunet seemed to sparkle a little whenever he brought his best friend up. you scrunch your nose as you think of a non-offensive but honest way to reply ushijima.

“i guess so? i felt like you were cornering me when we talked that night.”

man, this apple tastes really good. the adlers’ must be paying ushijima good money. you take a big bite of your slice, earning a confused look from him when you almost choke.

“i see,” he frowns as you gulp down water. “i’ll work on it, then.”

#a little awkward #butttt next chapter will be funny #PROMISE #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #hq ushijima #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu ushijima

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lucszli · 4 months ago

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Having a Dottore segment fall for you.

(parts 1-3 on my acc!)

Zandik had noticed Prime acting.. rather strange. The fact that he was even letting him do as he pleased, it was already weird in itself.

He was glad, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely wrong.

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• For a while after the previous incidents, you two continued on as usual.

• It was nice, being able to spend time with eachother like that and not having to worry too much.

• But that definitely didn't get rid of the lingering feeling that something might go wrong eventually, from the both of you.

• Zandik stayed cautious, scared that you might end up getting hurt because of him.

• And you, kept on reassuring him that everything will be fine and you won't get hurt. (Maybe you say those things to reassure yourself, as well.)

• Whenever Zandik went back to the lab, he would just keep to himself and practically nobody spoke to him or payed him any attention. He'd just do whatever was asked of him quietly and that was about it.

• When he was tinkering on a small machine in a more isolated spot, he felt himself jolt in surprise when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

(side note: I apologize)

“You are still going out with that.. kid, right?” Zandik turned quickly, to see Prime looking down on him. “Honestly, I thought this was just some sort of phase. An act of rebellion, perhaps.” Prime started pacing around, using exaggerated hand gestures. He stopped, and turned his gaze back on Zandik who was frozen in his seat. “So, tell me, why are you still doing this? What are you trying to get out of this, hm?”

Zandik set down what he was working on atop of a near table, and stood up so he could see eye to eye better. (even if he was noticably shorter,) “I thought you knew..? It's because I love them.” even if he was nervous, he said that with full certainty. He flinched a bit when Prime suddenly started chuckling to himself, which turned into laughter.

“Love... You were actually serious?” a step closer, “Do you seriously think that someone like us has the capacity for that?” another step, “Or are you forgetting what you were made for? What your purpose is?”

Zandik closed his eyes instinctively when Prime suddenly grabbed onto his face, trying to hold back any sounds of pain when nails were digging into his cheeks. He held his breath, and since his eyes were closed, he couldn't see Prime's eyes surveying his expression and face.

Prime dropped the hand. “Stop wasting your time. If you don't get rid of them, I'll have to.. take matters into my own hands.”

Zandik's eyes immediately widened upon hearing those words. Take matters into his own hands? What does that mean? His mind went through the worst case scenarios, and he felt his blood run cold just thinking about it. “Wait!– Please, don't..! I'll stop meeting up with them, I'll pretend they never existed, just don't.. don't hurt them, please.” He pleaded, voice desperate. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt because of him.

Prime sighed in disappointment. “Do you think that is enough? As long as they're around, who knows what could happen?” he started walking around the lab, seemingly searching for something. When he found what he was looking for, he took it in his hand and walked back to Zandik.

Shoving the item in his hands, he continued. “Get rid of them.” he said coldly. Zandik stared at what was put in his hands. “A knife? What.. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Prime cocked his head to the side, as if that was his way of saying, isn't it self explanatory?

Zandik dropped the knife, and it thud loudly on the lab's floors, echoing throughout the place. "No... No, no no no, No!” his voice was getting shakier by each word, and he was frantically shaking his head. Putting his head in his hands, he started to speak before thinking, saying whatever he could. “I can't- I can't hurt them, I won't. They don't deserve this, please, please! They're not a bad person..!-”

What Zandik didn't expect when he said that was Prime suddenly hugging him. Everyone knows that Prime isn't exactly.. affectionate, but here he was, hugging him like he was his precious child, as if he was comforting his son after a heartbreak or something along those lines. Zandik froze up, not wanting to move as prime soothingly ran his hand through his hair. “Oh you poor, poor thing.. You really believe that they love you. It is rather sad.” He cooed, not letting go. “I thought you would be smart enough to figure it out by now, but alas.. it seems like they got into your head already.”

Zandik stood in silence for a few moments. “What.. are you talking about..?” he hesitantly asked, his voice small. “I've had some people observe you two from time to time. Some of them being the older, more experienced segments.. Each report that came back to me, it just.. it hurt my very heart to see you being manipulated like that.”

“I let you do as you please in hopes that you would figure it out on your own. You poor thing.. I should've done something sooner.. I'm so sorry, I can't believe I allowed you to get hurt like this.” Zandik has never heard Prime sound so emotional before. This was the first time, and he sounded really convincing. But still, he didn't want to believe things so easily. “.. [Name] isn't a bad person.. They're not, I know them, I've gotten to know them, and they really love me–” His sentence was cut off by Prime shushing him in a comforting tone. “Shhh, shh.. I get it. They are aware that you've never been loved like that before, correct? I can't believe they would take advantage of it.”

“I.. I also had a lover once, and I thought they loved me, as you did yours. But they ended up abandoning me, calling me unlovable.” Zandik swore that he heard Prime's voice cracking at the last word. “You, are just like me. I can't stand seeing you get manipulated like this. So, before they hurt you, you should protect yourself. I'm only asking this of you to protect you.” Prime let go of the hug, only to.. lovingly hold his face..?

This was all too much, and Zandik was starting to get affected by it all. Prime opening up to him felt so real, and the look on his face right now.. It was like he was a caring father. “.. But, [Name].. said they love me for who I am.”

Prime caught on the unsure tone in his voice. “Yes.. I get told that as well. It is quite sad, how someone can say they love you and turn around to stab you in the back.” he had a sad, melancholic look on his face with each word he spoke. “But me, I created you. You are much like a son to me. I love you, so I'm doing this for your own good. You understand, right?”

Prime caressed his cheek, wiping the tear that escaped Zandik's eye away. He weakly nodded. It all started to make sense to him now. Of course, Prime would know better.. He was just too blind to see the truth that was infront of him. Prime smiled at that nod. “Good, good.. so, I trust that you'll make the right decision?” He bended down to grab the knife that was dropped previously, and placed it in Zandik's hands once more.

“..Yes. I understand.”

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Zandik stood by the tree you two usually meet at. The knife was hidden away in one of his pockets. His face was serious, looking down at the floor. He was thinking about all the time you two had spent together, and he had to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. How was he so stupid to think that someone could actually love him?

“Zandik!”

His head shot up, seeing you walk over while waving enthusiastically. You had your usual smile plastered on your face. He bit his lip, starting to feel nervous. You quickly caught on to this. “Zandik? Is something wrong?”

All the emotion he was holding back came rushing out of him in that moment. If you really didn't love him, why did you have to pretend? If you didn't love him, why? Why do you always smile at him, why were you always worried about him?

Why? Why, why why, why?

Why does it hurt so much..?–

Zandik was caught up in his own thoughts. It was all a blur, and he could barely register what was happening anymore. It was so foggy, all of it. And him having you pinned down on the ground, knife barely hovering over you, he didn't mean that. He swears to himself, he didn't do that, so why were you in that situation now..

His thoughts were all getting too loud.

“Ugh- Shut up! Shut up, shut up shut up..! It's all so annoying, just stop!” Zandik used his free hand to grip onto his hair, not even noticing the tears streaming down his face. You were currently pinned down, obviously confused as to what was happening. Your heart was racing. You didn't know what to do, but you did know that Zandik wasn't okay. Your zandik wasn't okay.

You shakingly moved your hand up, holding his face, and wiping his tears. “Zandik.. It's okay.” You comforted him, and your voice was barely above a whisper. If it were from fear or something else, you didn't know.

Perhaps that was the wrong move, because that caused Zandik to spiral even more. “Stop, stop pretending like you care about me!”

......

Blood.

It was mixing in with the snow beneath you two.

The whiteness of the snow was getting tainted with dark red.

What happened..? Why? Why was blood spreading?

Zandik snapped back to his senses, realizing the reality of the situation. He acted without thinking.

His hand was gripping the base of the knife. The knife that he had stabbed into you.

Without thinking, he quickly pulled it out, and pressed a hand against the stab wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “No, no, no, I didn't do this, i- I just.. Shit! [Name], please, I didn't want this, I didn't! I just wanted to be loved–” He choked out a sob, his vision blurring from all the tears. “I just wanted to believe that you love me! Why..” As the blood was gushing out, he pressed his hand down harder and flinched hard when you winced in pain.

He looked up at your face. The face that he loved so much, and he realized what he had done.

No.. but, it was for the better, right..? You were lying to him, right? Right?

“Zandik.. I.. I don't really understand.. anything right now..” Your voice was weak and horse, and you had to cough multiple times, practically coughing up blood. “but I.. I really do.. love you..” You weakly grabbed onto the hand that was pressing down on you, softly holding his hand in yours. You mustered up a smile despite the excruciating pain. “I.. love you, for.. who you are..”

“..what?”

When the hand atop of Zandik's grew limp, and he saw your eyes dull right there infront of him, it was like time had stopped.

When he looked into your eyes losing it's shine, all the memories came flashing back into his head. All of it.. From the first time you met, to when you explained what love was to him, your first kiss, all those hours spent together..

All of it.. wasn't fake. They were genuine, they were real.

Oh.

What consisted next, was him screaming your name until his throat couldn't take it anymore. Hugging your body against his, even if your blood was getting on his clothes, he didn't care. Zandik had never sobbed before. Not like this. Apologies were given to you, so many of them, but no amount of I'm sorry's could bring you back to him.

And in that moment, Zandik understood why he hated himself so much in the first place.

He knew he was worse than a defect.

And he knew that nothing in his life made sense anymore.

He carried your body, and layed it down against the tree. He tried his absolute best to clean you up, so that it would look like you were just asleep. Peacefully at rest.

He sat down next to you, kissing the top of your head. “[Name].. I love you too. I'm sorry.” he could barely get the words out from how overused his throat was.

He took one final look at you before glancing down at the knife in his hands. The knife he used to take your precious life away.

“Let's meet again in our next life.”

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Prime, going over to check on the segment he manipulated last night: Let's go see if he killed that distraction! ^_^ Oh what the fuck

Authors note:

So.... I'm sorry. Please don't attack me for this!!!! This was my plan since the start. Also, apologies for the late update! Life has been kinda hectic lately, but I finally found time to upload the last part! T_T

Honestly, I feel kinda bad for ending it like this... I am so sorry everyone.. Even though I was the one that wrote this all, I'm still rather sad.

Everything prime said to Zandik, it was all practically a lie to manipulate him so that he'd kill you with no protests. Seems like it backfired? 😓

Maybe if I feel nice, I can write an alternative ending? (if u guys are interested, just lmk!)

Thank you so much for all the support throughout this short series. All your comments mean the world to me! 💕

Thank you for reading until the end.

#genshin impact #dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #dottore/reader #genshin impact fatui #genshin impact x reader #zandik #zandik x reader

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imjustasimpxd · 11 months ago

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My Angel (Part Three)

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her altogether?

Word count : Almost 4, 300 words

Warnings : nothing really, reader is upset and isolates herself, Jean comforting reader,

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

***Important Note***

Hello my dears, I’m sorry for going on hiatus HAHA, I was super busy with school and work, plus on top of that I had major personal issues that were just too overwhelming to deal with at the time; and I couldn’t even write at all until I got it solved. I was under a lot of stress and was feeling really down about a lot of things in my life so I stopped writing for a little while. But I’m doing better now and I started writing again! So here’s the long awaited chapter three :))) I’m legit just gonna be turning this into a series so stay tuned for more parts! I appreciate your support and patience! <333

“Y/n?” There was a gentle voice at your door, followed by a few quiet knocks against the wood. “Y/n, can I come in?”

Your head slowly lifted from the fetal position you had succumbed to, your vision still blurry with tears as they glanced across your bedroom to the entryway. Barely anything was visible in the dark expanse of your room, except the silhouette of a shadow under your door; a shadow you quickly recognized as Jean’s.

“Yeah, I guess.” You answered his request, quickly lifting your fingers to wipe away the tears littering your skin.

The door then opened slowly, allowing the light from the outside hallway to seep through; its piercing glow caused your eyes to squint after being in the dark for so long. Although, once you began to adjust to the brightness, you were able to make out Jean’s figure entering your room, along with a tray of food he was holding in his hands.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, a tender smile lining his lips as he walked over to your bedside; one of his hands then reached towards your nightstand to turn on the lamp. “There, that’s better. Did you turn nocturnal or something?” He teased, hoping to cheer you up in some small way.

Although, as his eyes glanced toward you, seeing no alleviation in your downcast expression, he realized it was going to take much more than a simple joke to bring you out of this fog you were enclosed in.

“I uh, I noticed you didn’t come down for dinner again.” Jean sighed and spoke with a gentle tone, awkwardly trying to change the subject. “So here, I brought you something.” He quickly stretched his arms outward to show you the tray of food he was holding, hoping it would improve your mood; even by the smallest amount.

You grinned faintly at his gesture. “Thanks, you can set it on my desk. I’ll eat it later.”

Jean’s eyebrows lowered at your words; that wasn’t the answer he was hoping for.

You said the same exact thing when he visited last night, and as he walked over to your desk to set your meal down like you asked, he realized it was foolish of him to believe you.

Already sitting there was the plate he previously brought you yesterday; the same one you promised you wouldn’t allow to go cold.

The food was uneaten, its texture now dry and spoiled after sitting out all night; even the fork he settled beside your plate was in the same exact spot he positioned it in before he left.

A disappointed sigh escaped Jean’s lips as he set the new meal down on your desk, knowing it would go to waste as well.

It’s a pity, had you not wasted it, Sasha would’ve been more than happy to eat at least half of your serving for you; just like she always did.

She used to demand to sit next to you for every meal, because you were the only one who was kind enough to let her steal your food. It started off as just a few bites of course, nothing too covetous, but, as time went by, she started unintentionally stealing almost half your plate.

She’d always apologize thoroughly for it though; she even began buying you a couple sweets from the local shop afterward to make up for it.

Sooner or later, it became a normal routine for you both. She’d eat her portion, as well as half of yours, then later she’d get you something in return. It was a fair trade, and it brought the two of you closer in the process.

Every meal since then was quite entertaining; not to mention loud. It always started with your thunderous laughter after Sasha, once again, scarfed down her food too fast that she ended up coughing. Following that was Connie’s usual “slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere,” comment that would always spark a brainless argument between the two.

Once their fight got more heated than just trivial little jabs, Jean would always step in and order them to cut it out. And every single time, almost like clockwork, Connie would call Jean his permanent nickname of “horse-face” that immediately had the whole table erupting in laughter; especially Eren.

Every meal it was something, and every single time you were doubling over in a convulsing laughter that you couldn’t breathe from. Between Sasha’s coughing, the silly arguments, and the non-stop jokes: the dinner table was always eventful, and your smile was always present.

But now, things had changed.

Ever since the catastrophe that occurred two weeks ago, you stopped attending dinner; and for once, the table was relatively silent.

With only one plate to tackle, Sasha didn’t eat as frantically as she used to. Because of that, Connie’s comments about her speed weren’t made anymore, and Jean didn’t have to play patrol officer and break up any more fights. There weren’t as many jokes for Eren to laugh at, or a noise problem that Mikasa could complain about.

For the first time, the dinner table was quiet, uncomfortably quiet.

Your seat remained vacant for the past two weeks, as did Reiner and Bertholdt’s; but no one needed to ask why, the reason for that was already blatantly clear.

It pained them all to sit at that table without you, to witness the way you isolated yourself, but they knew better than to confront you about it.

There was no point in discussing it, lest they wanted to rehash their grievances for the hundredth time.

So, Jean resorted to bringing your meals directly to you instead; that way you could still get the food you needed without having to interact with anyone before you were ready.

That in itself became a routine of its own: Jean would come to check on you in the early mornings when you’d skipped breakfast, bringing you something light to start your day with; and then at night he repeated the process.

And every single time he came to check up on you, your face wore the same grief-stricken expression as the day before.

Of course, he didn’t exactly expect you to be bursting with joy after what had happened; it was completely normal for you to be upset about it.

Reiner and Bertholdt were their friends after all; their comrades who they fought alongside for years. It was a stab to the heart to be betrayed by them, but, what’s worse is things didn’t stop there either. After the betrayal was the battle, the same battle that wiped out more than half of the military corps, including their trusted commander.

As if the betrayal itself wasn’t already agonizingly painful, the death toll that followed was more than enough reason to feel as dejected as you were right now. It was the bloodiest mission you’d ever encountered before, and the aftermath was beyond heartbreaking, especially since the enemy still managed to escape in the end.

Jean understood why you were isolating yourself; others did too for a little while. And though he wanted to, the reason he never pushed you about rejoining the land of the living was because he knew you were hurting; and the last thing he wanted to do was make things worse for you.

But as his eyes narrowed in on that plate of wasted food you promised him you’d eat, he realized he might’ve been too lenient on you.

You never ate a whole lot of what he would bring you, but you were still getting something, and that was enough for Jean.

Although now that you’d stopped eating altogether, that was officially his last straw.

“What’s the point in telling me you’ll eat later if you never do?” Jean suddenly spoke up, causing you to flinch slightly at the sudden noise.

His voice sounded stiff; almost as if he was frustrated at you. Your head tilted upward to examine the expression across his face, and sure enough, you realized your assumption was correct. His jaw was clenched together tightly, and his eyes stared you down with an irritated glare.

“Well?!” He asked once again, his tone increasing with annoyance as he awaited your response.

“I’m just not hungry right now.” You answered dismissively, as if he was foolish to even be asking such a thing. “I’ll eat when I wake up.” Your words were followed by a subtle roll of your eyes. Your hands then gripped the blanket lying next to you, petulantly yanking it over your shoulders as you plopped down onto your pillow. “Now, goodnight.”

You knew full well that you were acting a bit childish, especially when Jean was only trying to look out for you. But you were too fed up at this point to apologize for your stubbornness.

Every single time you saw anyone it was always the same “look who decided to join us” comment, or worse: a dozen or so questions that you didn’t feel like answering.

Most of them were the usual “how are you feeling?” or “do you want to talk about it?” However, there were always those irritating ones they just had to ask: the ones about Reiner.

As if you even had the mental strength to think about him in the first place, they were still expecting a full report on what you thought about his actions, or what you’d do now that he’s gone.

Their curiosity always seemed to far outweigh their regard for your feelings on the matter; that’s why you resorted to isolation. It quickly became too overwhelming to deal with the bombardment of questions they were ready to unload on you; so, you stayed away, refusing to give them the chance to do so in the first place.

But now Jean was doing the same thing: invading your barracks and asking those bothersome questions you didn’t feel like answering.

Maybe you were just emotional right now, and perhaps being a little too sensitive. Nevertheless, you just wanted him to leave; you just wanted to be left alone.

“Fine then.” You heard Jean scoff. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just closed your eyes, nuzzling your face into the blanket as you waited to hear the usual defeated sigh slip past his lips; along with the closing of your bedroom door that would follow soon after.

Just a few more seconds and he’d storm out; surrounding your ears with a jarring echo after he tumultuously slammed that wooden door behind him.

Any second now…

Just one more minute, and then you’d hear it; you were sure of it!

However, the seconds kept creeping by, and there was still no sound to indicate the opening of that door. Rather, an unexpected sound emerged from the silence instead.

You immediately turned around to see what the commotion was about, as well as to find out why he was even still here in the first place.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to see when you glanced over your shoulder, but watching Jean pull the chair out from under your desk and take a seat was definitely not what you imagined.

“What are you doing??” You groaned in annoyance.

He obviously wasn’t getting the hint that you wanted him to leave, or perhaps he was and just refused to meet your demands.

“Oh? Did you need something?” He asked, as if this was normal, as if you were the one disrupting his peace.

“I thought you were leaving.”

“I never said that.” He leaned back in your chair, extending his legs across the floor; almost like he planned on staying a while.

You stared him down with a glare, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his gaze was fixated out the window, admiring the moon’s captivating glow from the comfort of your dimly lit bedroom.

“Fine, stay then, I don’t care.” You snapped, laying back down with a dramatic huff; continuing your sulking.

Why was he being so difficult? You just weren’t in the mood to be around anyone? Couldn’t he understand that?

Granted, you hadn’t been in the mood to be social for the past two weeks now, but regardless, why couldn’t he just leave you be? That’s all you wanted.

“It’s not going to change anything you know?

“Huh??” You immediately turned back around, quite displeased at him.

If Jean was going to insist on staying, he could at least have the decency to remain silent so that you could sleep. Evidently, he didn’t agree with that notion.

“It’s not going to change anything.” He repeated.

“No, I heard what you said,” you groaned impatiently, not knowing how much more you could take of this. “But what are you talking about?!”

Jean’s voice was quiet but stern, his eyes soon looked over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “Isolating yourself, starving yourself, everything you’ve been doing for the past two weeks.” He paused momentarily, letting out a gentle sigh before speaking once more. “None of it’s going to bring him back, you know?”

Your eyes widened at Jean’s words, your breathing coming to a halt in your lungs. You immediately looked away from him, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the ceiling; trying to hold back those tears you could feel collecting in your eyes.

Jean was right.

None of your sulking or lack of eating would ever be enough to bring Reiner back; No amount of isolation could change the fact that he was gone.

Reiner had chosen to betray and abandon those who trusted him, those who loved him, and that was all there was to it.

He was clearly never coming back, and even if he did, things would never be the same between the two of you again; or anyone else for that matter.

There was nothing left to do except move on and accept the reality of your situation.

But even so, you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Despite the things he’d done, you still loved Reiner, and your heart still longed to be with him.

“I know.” You finally spoke up, “but I wish it would.” A gentle sigh jerked past your lips as you quickly turned back around to face the wall again, clearly not wanting to talk about the subject any longer.

Jean eyes lowered at your response, frustrated that you were shutting down once again; just like you’ve been doing for the past two weeks now.

He quickly slumped against the back of your chair with an enervated sigh, feeling like giving up on his efforts to pull you out of this darkness.

Jean had been trying his best to be gentle with you, to make sure you didn’t feel like he was pressuring you. He’d been patient with your stubbornness, he’d been calm and caring, but you didn’t seem to recognize any of that; all you were concerned about was the agony you allowed to cripple you from the inside, and it hurt to be a witness to it.

It hurt to see the way you were torturing yourself, pretending as if you deserved to be put through this pain. It was almost as if you were acting like this was your fault, like you had done something to deserve this.

But that wasn’t true; and Jean could see now that you’d forgotten that.

None of this was your fault, Reiner was the only one to blame here.

It was cruel of him to put you through this; to make you believe you weren’t good enough to make him stay, that you weren’t special enough to be loved by someone.

What kind of monster does that to a person; a person he loves especially?!

Jean couldn’t understand it, it angered him.

Did you truly believe you deserved to be abandoned? Left unloved?

Was Reiner the one who taught you to think that way? Jean’s blood was beginning to boil at just the thought of that.

It was all so frustrating, so heartbreaking. You weren’t the same person anymore, and Reiner was the cause of it.

Ever since his betrayal, Reiner had taken away a piece of you, the same one that used to laugh so loudly at the dinner table, the same one that contained your beautiful smile.

Your true self was withering away because of the crimes carried out by a man who promised to love you; but Jean refused to let it go without putting up a fight.

He wouldn’t stand by and watch the best part of you fall to pieces just because of some idiot who didn’t realize what he had before he threw it away.

You had to be saved from this, reminded that you didn’t need Reiner to be fulfilled, that you were already enough as you were.

You needed to remember all the good things in life that didn’t include Reiner, all the people that still cared deeply for you; people you seemed to forget about within the span of the past two weeks.

If you were ever going to be able to move on, ever going to heal from this: you needed to let Reiner go.

Jean sighed quietly as he stood up from the chair, attempting to try a different approach in hopes to get through to you.

He had tried everything he could think of without breaking any boundaries, but it got him nowhere. This was now officially his last resort, his final chance to rescue you from this darkness before it consumed you fully; leaving no trace left of the person you used to be.

If this didn’t work, then Jean could at least say he tried everything he possibly could; but hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.

Jean inhaled nervously to prepare himself before he slowly made his way over to your bed; placing a tender hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?” Jean spoke in a quiet voice, trying his best not to make you feel overwhelmed or anxious. “Can you please look at me?”

You didn’t move at first, you didn’t want to.

You were fully aware he was just trying to help, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up again without breaking down; and that was the last thing you needed right now.

“Y/n please.” Jean’s voice was desperate and pleading, his hand gently rubbing along your shoulder to, hopefully, coax you into giving in.

You let out a gentle sigh, tempted to just unload everything at once now that the offer was standing. It was hurting to keep everything inside like this; bottling it up and hiding it away as if it didn’t matter, as if you didn’t feel like screaming until your throat became dry and sore.

It was becoming too much to bear; the burden was too heavy to carry on your own anymore, and Jean had obviously noticed.

As usual, he could see right through you; penetrating through every wall you built to conceal your true feelings.

Maybe it was easier to stop fighting him, maybe, you really should just give in.

“I just want to know you’re okay.”

Jean’s voice was kind and sympathetic; the gentle caressing of his hand against your shoulder matching that tender tone he was currently using.

He sounded so desperate, so genuinely worried about you; something you couldn’t just ignore no matter how scared you were to open up again.

“Please…”

He pleaded, and by the tone of his voice you could tell this would be the last time; that this was your last chance to accept his offer of confiding in him before he would give up.

Despite your reservations to it, you knew you couldn’t refuse this time, lest you wanted to sign the contract to submit to your grief eternally.

If you were ever going to recover, ever going to restore that old version of yourself that you missed so much, then you’d have to grab ahold of this opportunity before it slipped away forever.

A gentle sigh rumbled in your throat before your body slowly turned to face Jean, watching the way he retracted his hand from your shoulder as you moved.

“I’m not okay.” You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears already. “And I don’t know how to be okay again.” You spoke with a shaken tone, feeling your lip quiver gently as you stared at him.

Barely ten seconds into speaking and you were already struggling to keep it together; feeling your heart clench in your chest at the recollection of all those bottled up thoughts now resurfacing.

Jean’s expression lowered at the sight of you, as if it was hurting him to watch this.

His body gently kneeled in front of your bed, aligning his eyes with yours as he reached to stroke your shoulder once more. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone, no one expects you to.” He said reassuringly, staring at you with a sympathetic and tender gaze.

“I just-“ A sudden sob appeared at the back of your throat, choking the words you were trying to let escape. “I just don’t understand it. Why did he leave me?” You sniffled gently in between sentences. “Why didn’t he care about me?” A quiet sob slipped past your mouth, much to your dislike.

It was pathetic, embarrassing even; the way you were falling apart over this, not even lasting a good minute before turning into a crying mess.

Your eyes diverted away from Jean, cowering behind the blanket you were now burying your face into; hoping to muffle the sound of your sobs. “I’m sorry, I didn��t mean, I just…” Your words came to a halt in your mouth as your emotions quickly took over; preventing you from getting a proper word out. “I’m sorry…” You repeated, clenching your eyes shut in humiliation.

You expected to hear a sigh of annoyance right about now, or perhaps even the shutting of the door. However, your body jolted in surprise when you felt the sudden warmth of a person hugging you gently instead.

Your head quickly lifted from the blanket and your eyes widened to see Jean’s face so close to yours; almost making you blush awkwardly at the proximity.

A comforting smile painted across Jean’s lips when he saw you look up at him. “Sorry if this is weird.” he chuckled nervously and quickly let go of the hug; backing away in case you felt uncomfortable. “You just looked like you needed that.”

Your expression softened as you looked at him, feeling a sense of gratitude filling your heart at the way he was attempting to comfort you; even if it was a little awkward at first. “No, it’s okay.” You quickly shook your head in response, granting him a gentle smile in return; one Jean hadn’t seen in two weeks.

Your body quickly sat up and leaned forward, reaching off the bed to where Jean was kneeling and wrapping your arms around him to continue the hug. “You’re right, I do need this.” You spoke in a soothing tone, letting him know you were okay with what he did a few seconds ago; and that it hadn’t pushed you away.

Jean let out a gentle sigh of relief at your actions, a little flabbergasted at how well you were responding to him. Here he was prepared to face your stubborn and dismissive attitude for the millionth time and yet he was faced with a completely unprecedented outcome.

There were no more spiteful comments or hurtful glares coming his way, just a gentle gaze and a pleasant embrace he never anticipated receiving after the state you were in merely seconds ago.

For the first time in two weeks, it seemed the Y/n he once knew, the Y/n he always secretly harbored feelings for, was finally showing herself again; even if just by the smallest amount.

Jean grinned gently to himself, and his arms quickly wrapped around your back to return the unexpected hug. “We’ve all been worried sick about you, ya know?” Jean spoke softly as he tightened his grip around you, allowing his hand to gently caress your back in the process.

“I know,” You uttered quietly, your voice sounding less unhinged and imbalanced as it was before. “And I’m sorry.”

You sniffled gently, your eyes clenching shut and your arms tightening around Jean’s neck as you leaned against him; wanting to stay in his comforting embrace.

Jean chuckled as he felt the way you clung to him; realizing just how desperate your need for reassurance was. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” He said as he leaned the side of his head against yours, continuing the subtle tracing of his fingers along your back. “Just please don’t do that again, okay?”

You nodded quickly, feeling the sting of tears pricking against your eyes once more. “I won’t, I promise, I’m really sorry.” You apologized again in an uneasy tone, feeling shameful of the way you’d been acting for the past two weeks.

This whole time Jean had been here trying to help you, but you’d just been too consumed in your own misery that you failed to notice the damage you were causing; the pain you were putting him, as well as everyone else, through by isolating yourself like this.

You’d been rude, selfish even; too hyper fixated on your own agony that you’d become blind to the impairment you were projecting onto everyone else.

You’d hoped it wasn’t too late to turn things around and make amends with the people you’d been neglecting for the past two weeks; and a part of you started to grow fearful that you’d missed your chance by now.

However, by the way Jean held you close and leaned his head tenderly against yours, it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

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ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ KINKTOBER 2023 ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

➸ DAY FOUR: CAT AND MOUSE.

✧.* leon kennedy x reader

summary: Police offier Leon Kennedy had become obsessed with catching you finally, after so long of you slipping right out of his hands, only to end up fucking you against his car and letting you go so that you could continue this game of cat and mouse.

cw: fem reader, police officer! leon x criminal! reader, handcuffs, p in v, oral (m recieving), leon fucks you against his car, breeding kink, 'sweetheart', leon whimpers obvs, kinda public sex.

word count: 3.2k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

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It was dark, there was quite literally nobody around, so how had Leon managed to catch you? The only explanation would be if he was following you, waiting for you to make your move so that he could make his.

Truthfully, ever since the first moment your eyes had met his own, you did everything in your power so that you could bump into each other again.

Anytime he was around, you'd instinctively attempt to gain his attention. You would steal things you didn't need, break into places for no reason, start fights with little meaning - yet he had never managed to catch and arrest you. You were simply too quick and slippery for him to ever catch. You would always be gone before he’d managed to cross the street or run up to you to stop you.

You hadn’t a clue why you were so keen on gaining his attention. Perhaps, you thought, it had something to do with the aching sensation between your legs whenever your eyes would connect.

Nevertheless, today, you had an actual job to do and being caught would cause major devastations for you and could potentially ruin your life. You were actually trying not to be seen or caught as you were trying to steal files from somebody that had dirt on you and was attempting to blackmail you. But of course, who else would be around in a completely isolated area other than Leon Kennedy?

The one time you hadn’t wanted him around.

He escorted you to his car, claiming that you were under arrest for an attempted robbery.

“I have no clue what you’re on about, Officer Kennedy. Really, I was just on a walk.” You knew it was helpless to act innocent, yet you really wanted to wind him up a bit for pissing you off and arresting you, therefore putting on a seductive tone when using his name.

He had your hands behind your back, tightly handcuffed together, as he pushed you forward a bit, aiming to get you to his car faster. Leon was reluctant to admit that, despite his initial satisfaction at the idea of finally putting you behind bars, he was disappointed he wouldn’t get to continue this game of cat and mouse. He tried shaking those thoughts away, yet they continued to lurk at the back of his mind despite his attempts.

“Oh yeah? So, how come I caught you smashing a window and reaching in to open the door, hm?”

“Forgot my keys, Officer.”

Leon barked out a short, cold laugh. He knew you weren’t trying to make excuses, and that pissed him off even more than just the sight of your face, simply because he knew you weren’t taking this seriously, yet he wanted you to understand that he had won this time, and you weren’t getting away.

He had dealt with and faced much harsher criminals. Some of the crimes he had witnessed had left him with little hope for humanity. Yet, there was something about the way that you would just look at him that made him want to punch a hole in the wall and at the same time, fuck you where you stood.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart, I believe you.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, and all you could think to do was look back at him with a seductive smile and mischievous eyes as you bit your lip and then turned back. He really couldn’t stand you. Even more so, he couldn’t stand the way you made him feel.

You were fully aware that you had been caught, therefore, you had nothing better to do than to simply piss Leon off. If you had known that annoying him was all it took for him to push you up against the side of his car door, you would’ve tried a lot harder and would’ve gotten yourself caught long ago.

You were a few paces from the car, before you turned around to face him, his hands still gripped firmly onto your arm so it took a bit of effort and hurt slightly. “You know Leon, I could feel your eyes on my ass the entire time we were walking. You don’t have to tie my hands around my back if you want me to-”

A loud slam could have been heard from miles away, although all you could do was smirk and roll your tongue across the edge of your teeth in a seductive manner. Staring at him with half lidded eyes, you tilted your head at him as if to say ‘was that all it took?’.

“You really enjoy pissing me the fuck off, don’t you?”

One of his hands gripped your arm tightly, whilst the other moved up to hold your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“It’s all fun and games, Officer Kennedy, no need to be so serious about it.” You fake pouted up at him with playful eyes, batting your eyelashes softly.

“Do you not see what you’re doing to me, huh? C’mon, sweetheart, you’re not stupid. We both know that.”

His hand on your chin loosened, dropping down to caress your jaw before he trailed it down your body with the lightest of touches. You raised your head slightly, bringing it closer to his own before whispering delicately in his ear. “And what is it that I’m doing to you, Officer Kennedy?”

Leon could feel his dick twitching in his pants, begging for release. “Stop calling me that.”

Looking up at him with deceitfully confused eyes, you replied. “Calling you what, your name?”

He was right, you weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what you were doing and exactly which buttons to press.

“C’mon Officer, it’s just me and you out here. Put me in my place, show me who’s in charge. We both know how much you want that. It’s driving you insane how I haven’t shown any signs of defeat yet, isn’t it?”

You were reading him so fluently and effortlessly - it scared him slightly. How were you so capable of seeing right through him? After a few passing moments, he could no longer find it within himself to care.

All he could focus on was the feeling of your breath fanning his cheek, the idea your hands were behind your back and the fact that you had asked him to put you in your place. Who was he to say no to such a compelling offer?

Flipping your positions, Leon now leaned against the car door as he shoved you to your knees. You licked your lips eagerly, as though you had been waiting for this very moment - the moment in which Leon finally gave into his temptations.

As he removed his belt and undid the zipper, his eyes remained emotionless on yours. If anything, he looked slightly annoyed.

He removed his dick from the confines of his pants, sighing deeply out of relief. His dick had been aching ever since he had first started following you. Just knowing that you were around got his dick hard.

Tapping his dick lightly against your cheek, he signals for you to start. You struggle a bit, without your hands, especially due to his length. You weren’t positive you’d be able to take all of him in your mouth, but fuck were you gonna die trying.

Your tongue trailed slowly up the length of his dick, before playfully teasing around his tip. Leon wanted nothing more than to fuck that smug look right off your face. For now, however, he just rested his hand on the top of your head as he watched you work his dick.

Shuffling closer to him on your knees, you started to take him inside of your mouth. You moved your tongue around him in a way that had him holding back moans, his grip on your head tightening as a result of him attempting to restrain himself.

Your eyes began to tear up the more of his dick you took into your mouth. Though, you continued to move your tongue around him skillfully nevertheless.

He couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that slipped from his lips at the feeling of your lips around his cock. You were taking him all so well and without any complaints.

Leon threw his head back, his thumb caressing your head as you bobbed it up and down, a trail of saliva dripping down your chin yet you couldn’t have cared less in that moment because all you could think about was pleasuring him. And even he couldn’t deny that you were doing such a great job at it - even if he loathed you ever so slightly for how you managed to plague his every thought and how you so effortlessly took over his life and made him into a pathetic mess.

Once he had moaned once, he couldn’t stop the string of whimpers and gasps that betrayed him and escaped his lips. He simply had no control left over his body, as though he belonged to you completely. Both of you knew that it was only you that would be able to elicit such a reaction from Leon.

The entire time you had your lips wrapped around his cock, your eyes never left his once. Every time your eye contact would break, it was the result of him closing his eyes tightly as he muttered out curse words. Though, in the end, he was cursing himself out for looking away in the first place. He could’ve had the image of you looking up at him with big, teary eyes whilst his dick was halfway down his throat printed in the front of his mind for the rest of his days.

It was this image that sent him to pull you off his dick before he could come. You looked up at him inquisitively, wondering why he had stopped. Yet, all Leon could think about was stuffing you full completely.

Lifting you up, he tugged you forward so that you stumbled into him, his lips grazing over your ear. “If I'm gonna cum, sweetheart, it’s gonna be in this pussy.”

And even if you so badly wanted him to cum in your mouth, the idea of him finishing inside of you had you feeling hot as you clenched your legs together in a desperate attempt for friction.

Pulling away to look at your face, Leon swiped his thumb across your chin in a sweet attempt to clean you up.

You had no idea where that kindness from just moments ago had disappeared to before he slammed you up against the vehicle once again.

For the second time that night, Leon had you pressed against his car. This time, he seemed far more impatient. He pulled down the fabric of your shirt, so that your bra would be revealed, until he was pulling that down too.

Moving your hair to the side, he started to kiss down your neck before he began leaving marks on your skin - claiming you as his own. He sucked a plethora of bruises into the skin of your neck before pulling away to view his work with satisfaction plastered all over his features.

Then, Leon dragged you over to the hood of his car as you stumbled and whined about how rough he was being, to which he simply ignored you and disregarded you with a roll of his eyes.

He bent you over the hood and pulled down your pants, revealing the thin, lacy material of your underwear that hardly covered the curve of your ass. Leon was mesmerised at the sight of you bending over his car, supported by your elbows holding you up, as you looked back at him, waited patiently for him to finally fuck you.

Leon ran his hands over every part of you he couldn’t touch and every part that wasn’t blocked by the annoyance of your clothing - he made a mental note to take you home next time so he could see all of you. However, he wasn’t gonna deny that the sight of your tits spilling out of your overly tight shirt and pressed against his car was one he was going to remember for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect. You been waiting for me to fuck you, hm? Is that why you’ve had me chasing you around all this time? Tryna get yourself caught so that I can punish you like you deserve?”

“Depends, Officer. You actually gonna fuck me, or are you just gonna keep running your mouth?”

He shook his head, a smile of humour mixed with slight frustration and disbelief at your words played on his lips. “Running my mouth, huh? Then what is it exactly that you're doing, sweetheart? Always talking shit. Was hoping my dick down your throat would’ve shut you up.”

You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ll have to try a lot harder to shut me up, Officer.” Leon simply rolled his eyes behind your back and continued to travel his hands across your body, exploring every inch and committing what he could to memory.

A singular finger teasingly pushed aside your panties as he ran it through your folds before bringing it to his lips and groaning lowly at the taste of you. He almost decided to eat you out before fucking you properly, yet he couldn’t ignore his dick that rested hard against your leg, aching for relief.

He pulled down your panties and you wiggled your hips in anticipation and desperation. The throbbing feeling between your legs clouded your entire mind, leaving you with little respect for yourself as you muttered out quiet pleads for him to fuck you.

All it took was for you to look up at him with those wide eyes for him to give in and finally take his dick in his hand and position it in front of your hole.

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart? C’mon, you’ve been a brat all night. You can ask nicely just this once, can’t you?”

You rolled your hips back in an attempt for him to put it in, yet after so long of studying your every move, Leon knew you far too well and immediately pulled back before you could even make contact. The only place your actions got you, was Leon smacking your ass harshly causing you to gasp at the contact.

“Shit! ‘M sorry, Leon- Please fuck me, I need it so much. I’m sorry for being bad. I just need your dick inside me, please! Needed it for so long.” You managed to spew out and although your eyes were red and teary from the hard slap against your ass, there was no denying the dripping of your pussy that was starting to run down your legs from just that one smack.

If the situation had been different, if you were anywhere but outside, fucking against his car - a police car, nevertheless, he would have teased you and punished you harshly for your misbehaviour (though he was positive if the circumstances were different, you’d have taken control a while ago). However, considering that wasn’t the case, and that in reality he didn’t think he had the kind of self restraint to punish you at this moment, he decided to forgive you and slowly began shoving his length deep inside of your dripping pussy.

Throwing his head back, he had one hand on the curve of your ass and the other gripping the back of your neck gently. You whined at the feeling of his dick sinking deep inside of you.

Leon began to start thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace yet with brutal force.

His mind was reeling at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him so generously, and he could no longer hold himself back for either your sake or his own. His thrusts increased in pace and force progressively before you were sobbing and screaming on his dick, no longer able to hold yourself up with your arms as you went limp against the car hood, grabbing at the car uselessly for any fraction of control or stability.

Leon's hair fell in front of his face as he concentrated on how his dick was moving in and out of you. He was practically infatuated with the sight, his eyes wide and unwilling to blink and miss out of any of it.

Reaching over, he forced you to stand up as he helped you keep your balance with one hand on your stomach and the other on your neck - his hold was light yet nevertheless it made your mind spin with pleasure.

Both of your moans got lost into the night sky. You were much louder than Leon, your moans breathless, fragmented and deafening yet you had no room within you left to care when he was fucking you so nicely. Leon was quieter, yet not silent. He cursed and whimpered out hushed moans into your ear, keeping his noises between the two of you like a secret.

“F-fuck. You’re fucking amazing, sweetheart. Sucking me in so perfectly - ahhh! Can’t get enough off you.” He whined in your ear.

The hand on your stomach snaked down to your pussy whilst Leon buried his head in your neck. His fingers began to play with your clit in a teasing and slow manner. The closer he got to his own orgasm, the more his fingers sped up.

You were losing your mind to the pleasure. His hand on your throat began to squeeze nicely as his dick hit your g-spot repetitively and ruthlessly.

“Gonna cum, Leon! Please, please! Finish with me.”

“Want me to cum in you? Please let me. Please let me cum in you sweetheart, need to make you mine so bad. Gonna knock you up and show everyone who you belong to. Please-”

As if on cue, your pussy tightened around Leon's cock as you cried out in pleasure, your vision going white as the knot snapped inside of you in a way it never had before.

Your orgasm sent Leon following you over the edge as he shot his load deep inside of your pussy, filling you up completely. His head buried itself even further into your neck as you threw your own back due to the immense pleasure that was overtaking you.

You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he recovered from his orgasm, both of you breathing in sync.

“Didn’t think you’d actually finish inside of me, Leon.” You joked, he could hear the smirk that your words had come from. All he could do was laugh exhaustively and mutter out half-apologies into your neck as he kissed it softly.

Even afterwards, as you were coming down from your high, Leon hadn’t taken his dick out of you.

“Gotta make sure it sticks somehow, ain’t that right?”

Once you and Leon had put your clothes back on properly and fixed the state you were in, Leon brought his lips to your ear, already regretting his future actions and his own betrayal to both his own morals and his work.

He gripped your hips as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “You gonna go back to teasing the hell out of me and making me chase you around after this? Or are you gonna let me catch you next time so we can do this again, hm?”

You pulled away in confusion, which only ended up confusing him as well.. “You’re letting me go?”

“I’m not gonna put a girl I’ve just fucked in jail, am I?”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: i lowkey hate this so i may edit it in the future but also its so late as im writing this and im only 4/13 fanfics down and october starts in two days LMAO

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓

the piles go from top left to right. so, african violet is pile i, pastel lilac is pile ii, and so on and so forth.

take the time to close your eyes, breathe, and meditate on the PAC prompt, then open your eyes and let your guides lead you to the pile for you. i hope you enjoy, and please let me know if it resonates with you! my ask box is open [even to anonnies]).

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"Deep" by Big Sean (feat. Lil Wayne)

"Black Cat Nero" by Ateez

"Everlasting Love" by Fifth Harmony

"Neighbors" by J. Cole

Signs:

"this is my last straw"; "i can't do this anymore"; "why do people think this about me?"; "what did i even do?"; "so much for that"; someone with light hair (ie. strawberry blonde, honey blonde, could be bleached recently); someone who is a social butterfly or around social butterflies usually; screen time; movies; tall (in height or in thoughts and beliefs); nurturer; green; you could be drawn to my profile picture and page because of the green

Reading:

the people choosing this pile are looking for hope during a time where they feel very anxious and possibly even lonely. you might feel as if you've been struggling and fighting for a long time and don't feel that you can go on any longer. although you feel this way, your harsh truth is that you have to keep going and fighting until the bitter end. no one else can help you complete this breakthrough and gain the self-confidence and skill that will be learned from this treacherous time. other people can't take on this burden for you - it has to be done by you.

you're meant to feel isolated right now because old bonds are being broken and disintegrated while new ones are being crafted. you likely feel like you're going through a bad luck period; you might feel disillusioned with life and disappointed. one way you can overcome this is by no longer looking back on the past and worrying about what would've or should've been. all of that has already been done and whatever has happened can't be taken back. now is the time to take actions towards a new future and seek your own truth for the present moment rather than dwelling on the past. that's when your luck will renew.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"Superstar" by Shinee

"Destruction" by Piri (feat. Kold-Blooded)

"Hold On" by H.E.R

"Out Of Control" by The Boyz

Signs:

"i wanna be free"; "don't take me for granted"; "i'm only hurting me"; "perfect control"; "he left us all behind"; "you promised"; air signs (gemini, libra, aquarius); relationship problems; "what happened to the plan we had"; monolingual; someone in the field of science and technology; astronomy; planter/green thumb; non-committal; someone is cheating; "whoopsie"; petite/small (could be thoughts or physical size)

Reading:

there's a lot of anger in the people that chose this pile. you might naturally be generous towards others and be the type of person to give your last when you have none. you gain a lot from being this generous and helpful towards others. one harsh truth you need to hear is that everyone isn't your friend, so stop continuing to be overly helpful when people have shown their intentions towards you. you're not obligated to save and help everyone you come across. stop following in the footsteps of tradition and allowing people to take your kindness for granted.

at this current point in time, someone is manipulating you because you're allowing them to. you know that they are because you've recently started feeling more upset than usual - that's because your inner and higher self know that you're downplaying your worth and allowing yourself to be walked all over. it's time to break the precedent you've set and create a new one. when you allow this anger to be heard and seen, people will recognize it and you will begin feeling at peace again. make the decision and follow through with actions to show your seriousness and relieve yourself of the anger you feel before it hardens and turns into greed and a lack of willingness to help others at any point.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"Bills, Bills, Bills" by Destiny's Child

"Mo Money (Interlude)" by J. Cole

"Who Says" by Selena Gomez

"You Don't Know Me" by Ariana Grande

Signs:

"i wouldn't wanna be anybody else"; "i'm sure you've got some things you'd like to change about yourself"; "you don't know where i've been"; "you think you know, but you have no idea"; "they don't understand"; someone is science and technology; someone planning on changing the future of society; someone with a heart for humanity; empath; self employment; seemingly no direction; spontaneity; "just winging it tbh"; 30s; medium or dark hair (ie. black, jet black, raven black)

Reading:

first, if you also felt drawn to pile i go read it first. pile i and you have similar topics in that both of you currently feel insecure and might even be feeling like you have imposter syndrome. you're thinking "am i even good enough to do what it is i'm being told to"? "why do people view me in this way when i'm nothing like that?". despite this, there's also a little voice in your head and/or heart that gives you hope and is giving you insight from afar even if you feel it's hard to interpret or understand. your harsh truth is that your anxiety and shortsightedness is what's holding you back from seeing the light. you need to have confidence in yourself because without it you will falter and never feel good enough. other people's compliments and encouragement will mean nothing until you give them to yourself.

this may come as a surprise to some of you - fame and recognition is in your future, but you know the idea of "you never know what's happening behind closed doors"? when you receive this limelight, you will never feel satisfied with what you're doing and your accomplishments until you praise yourself for what you've done. the most meaningful gifts and compliments must come from yourself or else all the others are just words and material things. you can't allow self-pity and depression allow you to not see yourself for the gem and unique person you are. you deserve to see the beauty in yourself. freeing yourself from needing others' compliments and instead giving them to yourself will free you from your current stress.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐕

Shufflemancy:

"No Scrubs" by TLC

"Blow The Whistle" by Too Short

"Run" by Otis Kane

"pride.is.the.devil" by J. Cole (feat. Lil Baby)

Signs:

"pride is the devil.. i think it got a hold on me"; "pride is the reason for the dichotomy"; "stop"; "i get breathless"; screen time/movies; work; social butterfly; little miss/mister perfect; "everything i touch turns to gold"; sexual frustration/release; not self employed; working for a big company; striving for recognition and overwhelming success; medium or dark hair (ie. brown, brunette, mousy brown); skillful; jack of all trades; (former) procrastinator; "one less problem"; "this is the come up"

Reading:

the people choosing this pile are hard workers willing to do anything in order to achieve their wants and dreams. you have a strong willpower and mind set that enables you to be successful often. you'll continue to work until you're on your last leg and suffering both mentally and physically. you don't allow others to help you even when you need it. your harsh truth is that you're so oblivious it hurts. you need to re-evaluate what you're doing and the track you're heading down as a result of your actions and instincts. you're leading yourself down a path where plans will get canceled either because of event issues or because of personal health issues. you know the saying "if you don't take a break your body will force you to take one"? that's the path you're currently working towards. this will eventually lead you to feelings of gloom and self-doubt. you'll think that this path isn't for you or your beliefs are wrong when in reality, you're just working too hard. you are on the right path, but even those following the correct way need breaks.

remember to look for and enjoy the little parts of life. if you're so focused on meeting the next goal/the next finish line, then you'll never appreciate it when you meet the one you were striving for last time. you'll always be on the search for the next best thing, and you'll end up never being satisfied which would be unfortunate because blessings and luck are intrinsically linked to you. do all things in moderation and change the current way you view your reaching of goals in order to have true satisfaction.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐕

Shufflemancy:

"Jealous" by Kehlani feat. Lexii Alijai

"Superstar" by Shinee

"My Name Is" by Eminem

"Attention" by Charlie Puth

Signs:

12:11; "i can't just invest in shit"; "i see right through it"; "if this is the way it is, don't even put me through it"; "you just want attention"; "i know that dress is karma, perfume regret"; sexual expriences/first time; intelligence; mystery; hidden enemies; hidden intentions; science and technology; computer science; tall (in height); skillful; high position; travel and adventure; air sign (libra, gemini, aquarius); "i suck at letting go"; age gap; "die a little bit"; "i wanna be prepared; just in case"; "come my way"

Reading:

so many many messages came out for this pile, so you could be the most confused about your current life situation, or you're being oblivious to signs being sent to you. you're naturally in tune with the divine feminine, your emotions, and your intuition. you're such an original with rich skill and the resources to succeed (even if you don't feel you do). new beginnings are at the tip of your future, and you're staring at them in awe, but the inner feelings you harbor towards prior experiences that have turned sour keeps them from reaching you like you expect. it's like you want revenge against those that have wronged you. by the way, if you were drawn to pile ii, please go read it! i feel that some people overlap between that pile and this one. your harsh truth aligns with theirs in that you can't let prior experiences sour your future.

as of now, your bitterness and craving for revenge is leading you to be lethargic and experience delays. you might even feel frustrated because, again, you can see new beginnings and blessings in sight but they're being kept away from you. they will continue to be out of reach until you allow karma to do its work on its own and not influence the outcome. this is going to be hard to understand, but you need to learn to forgive whoever hurt you; this doesn't mean you have to be friends with them or be totally enthusiastic when thinking about them, but you need to at least allow yourself to be indifferent towards them. like i said before, you need to allow karma and the universe to do the work of allowing them to reap what they've sown. you need to forgive in order to heal. after you do that, you will feel so secure and see the blessings you've been eyeing plop directly into your lap. a new found love and connection will likely present itself afterwards also.

this is your Tower moment in that you need to remove your prior foundation and buildings in order to create something grander and more fit for you rather than for others who have pressured or influenced you to do something different. this pettiness is not of you, so don't allow it to consume you. allow optimism and passion for something new to fill you and leave behind what brings about depression and anger. listen to your intuition and think over the dreams your guides have sent you. it's time for you to heal and go on new journeys rather than wallowing in despair.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐈

Shufflemancy:

"Dancing Like Butterfly Wings" by Ateez

"no tears left to cry (live)" by Ariana Grande

"No Friends In The Industry" by Drake

"make up (live)" by Ariana Grande

Signs:

"i wanna be in the gold of time"; "highlight of my life"; "i love it when we make up"; "it's a mood; it's a vibe"; 20s; quiet time; introvert; culinary arts; foodie; performing arts; artistic kid; earth sign (taurus, virgo, capricorn); narcissism; medium or dark hair (ie. black, brown); tan complexion; spring break; vacations/traveling; study abroad; ariana grande stan

Reading:

this pile has been feeling nostalgic recently. you miss your childhood, don't you? you miss the feelings of not being worried, of being free of adult responsibilities and stressors. you miss when your biggest worry was whether or not your friend would be at school so you two could play together. you might be in high school or college as of now and although you're experiencing some successes, something is missing. you feel as if you need to go through a rebirth phase; you need something or someone new and exciting to come in and give you a shock. you're daydreaming of this a ton to the point where it might even be messing up your study schedule or something of the sort. you could be separating from your childhood friends and that's also partially why you feel nostalgic.

your harsh truth is that a whole new community of people and friends are waiting on you and willing to give you the new and exciting life you're looking for, but you're avoiding or ignoring them. you might not even know them personally yet, but your daydreaming on old friendships keeps you from opening up to others. maybe your shyness gets the best of you? or you worry if old bad habits will pop up and ruin everything, but you need to slowly but surely put yourself out there. do everything in moderation and at your own pace. be willing to be uncomfortable in order to experience what you daydream about. create new foundations in order to become the next version of yourself.

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