#i agree though - i don't know where it all went wrong but it's sad that people think they have to go to this extent

[whateversawesome]

Let's Talk About Yor

Something is going on with Yor lately. Have you noticed it too?

Even though she wasn't in every chapter of the latest big arc (Wheeler-Yuri-Twilight confrontation), the arc started with her and ended with her and I think there's a reason for that.

As I mentioned before, Yor is a very emotionally intelligent character. She surpasses Twilight on this, who struggles with his own emotions and the emotions of others too.

So the way Yor works is by becoming aware of an emotion or a change within herself and then she reflects on that. Then, things happen to her and she reflects some more about that issue or emotion, which is usually connected to the things that are happening around her.

Example: Look at the chapters leading to the cruise arc. Fiona showed up and Yor started questioning her place in the Forger family. Everything seemed to be cleared out during that same visit, but then Loid went to a tennis tournament with Fiona and Yor kept thinking about this. When the tennis challenge happened, even though Yor won, this didn't make her feel better, quite the opposite. Finally, Loid reassured her during that date in the bar, right after he got kicked on the chin.

That should have been it, right? Wrong. More things kept happening to Yor and she kept thinking about her place in the world, whether or not she should keep her assassin job until we finally get to that moment when she realizes her reason to keep on living and protecting is her family.

I get the feeling we're now at a similar point in the manga. Somehow everything keeps pointing to Yor, specifically to Yor and her relationship with Loid. Look at what's happening to Yor and tell me what you think is coming:

1.That chat with her office friends about gripes, marriage and welcome home kisses.

2.The welcome home kiss that never happened when she got home.

3."The fight" she had with Loid, or more specifically: thinking about her husband while he was shot by Yuri. (Those sad eyes said a lot!).

4.That honest talk she had with Twilight where she tells him she wants to take care of him.

5.Her chat with Yuri, where her brother asked her if she loves Loid.

6.Meeting the Authens, a real marriage, and seeing them kiss. (The Authens' Theory here.)

See what I mean? If we take into consideration the way Yor grows as a character and the way she realizes things, then where is this heading?

It's clear Yor is about to realize she has feelings for Loid!

The way the story keeps pointing at a kiss with giant arrows is not a coincidence. For Yor, who is inexperienced, a kiss would mean true love and a real marriage (which is what she wants). If the almost kiss didn't happen at the beginning of the story (when Yuri visited) is because back then, the marriage wasn't real. Maybe they liked each other and a little more, but they had just met.

Now about the first twiyor kiss...we'll you can read my theory on that here. And I'd like to add a little more...

I know I said I wanted it to happen in the movie, but I admit I was being waaaay too optimistic about it. Sadly, I don't think it'll happen in the movie. Like some of you mentioned, that moment belongs to the manga and I agree.

However, all that is happening with Yor is leading to that kiss. I still believe she'll be the one who takes that step and will be the one who kisses Twilight. I insist; it's part of her character arc, which is about gaining confidence in herself, becoming a woman, and feeling worthy of love.

At this point, she's on the verge of figuring out her own feelings and after that happens, she needs to accept them and then figure out how she wants to proceed. I believe it won't be an easy task for her. Knowing Yor, she won't want to inconvenience Loid and impose her feelings on him. She also won't want to risk what she already has: her family. So it will take a while and maybe a little encouragement (maybe from the Authens?) to get to the point of actually want to act on these feelings.

But it's coming.

[futurepastme]

SecretConsort!merlin

I had this fic idea before falling asleep, I don't know if anything like this already exists (probably). Be warned that I didn't revise this once.

First of all Arthur and Merlin absolutely love each other, but they start off as friends with benefits. Until one day Arthur can't handle anymore

“Say you're mine. Say you'll be mine and no one else's”

“I'll be yours as long as you're also mine”

And yeah, they go exclusive after that (they already were but now was official) and give them a few months or years, but eventually Merlin becomes Arthur's secret consort and they are officially official, mother's sigil and all, because like I said, they Love each other.

Anyways, eventually Uther finds out they are together and he gets tomato-red furious, and only calms down when Arthur agrees to marry for political reasons, whomever Uther chooses for him.

The thing is, Uther kind of learns to like them as a couple, not that they go all out and about telling the world, because is still supposed to be a secret, but Uther sees the sweet glances and the smiles, and most of all he sees how willingly they are to die for each other and it just sits right with him. Uther thinks Merlin makes a good consort for his son and is in no hurry to marry him off anymore.

But of course, nothing really stays the same, and the day comes where the only way Uther finds to keep peace with another kingdom is to marry Arrhur off to some other king's daughter, and he hates it because he knows and he approves of his relationship with the skinny boy that makes his son so happy.

And then comes the heartbreaking scene of Arthur telling Merlin the news and the even more heartbreaking scene before Arthur's wedding day

“I won't be able to be only yours anymore”

“Maybe not, but I'll always be yours”

And they cry through the night holding each other tightly as if the world were to end, because it just might.

And the next day, Uther can freaking see it 

They are both behaving, no one is causing a scene but from up close you can notice how bloodshot their eyes are. And he can see it in the way they refuse to make eye contact, he can see it as he sees Merlin silently crying as Arthur shows the crowd their future queen.

And Uther hates it.

And is not like the new princess is a horrible person but she just doesn't like Merlin, she doesn't want to share her husband. She makes Merlin leave Arthur's Chambers and forbids him to follow Arthur all day unnecessarily, but she knows she can't win.

Not when the King himself gives Merlin royal chambers on the same floor as theirs, and especially not when Arthur doesn't spend the night on his.

Arthur has duties, though. Husband duties. And he has to fulfill them and it kills Merlin.

And Uther can just watch helplessly as Merlin's gaze follows Arthur and his wife and he stays behind as the servant he is supposed to be and is so unfair because she doesn't even love Arthur 

And they keep growing apart but keep fighting for each other because they are fucking made to be together so they still try even if the best they can do for days is hold each other for a few minutes just breathing each other in because that's home and that's where they are meant to be

It continues for a while until one day comes where Arthur goes out without Merlin

And at the same time while he is away, his wife finds herself with child, and everyone's so happy and Merlin just has to leave for a while because he can't handle it

But again, things never go as planned and the knights return with Arthur's body, because something went wrong 

And you can honestly choose what it was, a curse, a spell, bandits, a boar, a mercenary, it doesn't matter because Arthur is dead now and Merlin wasn't there to save him

And now Uther has to deal not only with the death of his only son, and with his widow wife with child but he'll be the one to tell his consort and is so devastating 

Merlin's face turns from sad to haunting and it's like the world ended and Uther can see himself in him, he can see the death of his love weighting on Merlin the way it weighed on him, if not worse

Arthur's body stays inside the castle for two days before the burial so the people of the castle can say their goodbyes and no one has seen Merlin, they are not even sure he went to see Arthur 

And everyone is concerned about the poor widow all dressed in black, she is sad, sure, but the tears rolling from her eyes are just for show, Arthur was barely a friend, but he was good to her

Arthur's body is being prepared for removal, overseen by his family and close friends before the public ceremony took place, and that's when it happens 

Merlin just barges in and stops everything. 

He's spent two days working in it, and he just doesn't care anymore, as long as it works

And Uther once again just watches as this skinny boy fills the room with golden light, and he can't even care to do anything because honestly he would do everything for his love if he could 

And everyone watches as the light coming from Merlin starts being absorbed by Arthur through his chest and is so beautiful to watch

Arthur starts to sit up as Merlin lowers down and they just have a moment, a small second where they are both there and Merlin just rests his head against Arthur's 

“I would do it again. I would do it as many times as needed because I love you and you are my everything”

“Merlin?”

And then the light is gone, and so is Merlin 

And Uther watched as his widowed son holds his lover's body, just like he did over twenty years ago

[amomentsescape]

Wrong Place, Right Time (Part II)

Billy Loomis x Reader

Part I

Summary: Billy decides to see you again and set things straight. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay away for long.

Warnings: Foul language

Word Count: 1,534

A/N: I really enjoyed writing a part II for this, but I think I just really like writing for Billy in general! I hope you all enjoy reading this :)

Billy was out of breath by the time he reached their meeting place. Of course, Stu was already there, awaiting him with the widest grin on his face.

"Don't say a damn thing," Billy spoke harshly.

Stu's smile quickly faded. "What the hell happened?"

Billy shook his head and dropped the Ghostface mask, his now free hand reaching up to his sweaty hair.

"(Y/N) was there. Why didn't you fucking tell me-"

"Woah woah. How the hell was I supposed to know? You asked for a small group, they were a small group. You didn't ask to know who was gonna be there!"

Billy let out a scoff.

A silence soon overcame them as Stu continued to stare at the shorter boy.

"Did you..." Stu started.

"What? Jesus, no. I let (Y/N) run off."

That was mostly true. But his hand still felt warm where he had touched your cheek before he ran off into the night.

"Shit," Stu grumbled. "You weren't supposed to leave anyone alive. Does (Y/N) know it was you?"

Billy shook his head quickly. You've barely spoken to each other in person. There wasn't any way you'd be able to narrow it down to him. You probably didn't even know his name.

"Lets just get out of here. Police are going to be swarming this neighborhood soon."

Stu agreed and the boys walked off, Billy's gut turning over at the thought of you.

----

You didn't show up to school for the next few days. It only made sense after everything that happened, but Billy was still a bit frustrated at your absence.

He missed seeing your little smile in the halls, your quiet laughs being heard in your shared classes.

His own resolve was slowly breaking with Sidney as well. All he could think about was how that small touch of your cheek made him feel so alive.

He tried all this time to stay far away. But now that he gave in, now that he got a small taste of you, there was no way he could restrain himself any longer.

He had to see you again.

So that night after school, he went to your house.

He knew your parents were working late, so it was his perfect chance to sneak in and...

Well, he didn't really think that far ahead. Should he explain himself? Wrap you in his arms and never let go? He wasn't exactly sure. But it was too late to turn back now- he was already outside your window.

You were seated on the couch with a bowl of chips in your lap. You had the TV on, but your eyes weren't focusing on it.

Billy felt a bit of guilt pang in his chest, a feeling he wasn't too familiar with. You looked so... sad? Whatever the emotion was, he didn't like it.

He pulled out his cell and began to call you.

You got up to answer the phone after a few rings, just going through the familiar motions of the night.

"Hello?"

"What are you watching?"

Your breath got caught in your throat at this. You were sure you knew who it was, even though he never spoke to you that night. Something about his presence on the phone was enough to spark that familiarity in you. It had to be him.

After a few moments of silence you finally found your voice. But it was still much more timid than you had hoped.

"Y-you're here to finish the job, aren't you?" you spoke uneasily.

There was another moment of silence.

You heard a sigh come through the phone, only to be followed by the click of him hanging up.

He was coming for you.

You jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen, hoping to grab a knife or some tool to defend yourself with.

Even though he didn't kill you that night, you had spent all this time wondering if it was because he just wanted to toy with you. Something in your heart wanted to believe that there was more to it, but you didn't want to be hopeful. The fear of dying overruled everything else.

By the time you reached the drawer, you heard the familiar creak of your front door. This caused you to turn towards the entrance, only to be met with the same figure from that night. You had been right.

You turned back to the drawer in front of you and pulled it open, reaching in for a weapon of some kind.

But Ghostface was quick to reach you and pin your back against the counter, both his arms on either side of you.

At that moment, you felt like giving up. He had you pinned against the drawer that would have protected you, and there was no way of wiggling past him. If he was going to kill you, then you supposed that it was just going to have to happen. You wouldn't fight back.

However, the figure only leaned closer to you, his warm body pressing against yours.

You felt your heart rate pick up and your knees go a bit weak. You bit your cheek in frustration at these feelings. You were supposed to be terrified, but here he was acting almost affectionately towards you. This only confused you more.

"If you're going to kill me then just do it."

He stared back at you through his mask, his head beginning to tilt slightly.

You waited a few more moments only for him to not make any movements. You took this opportunity to glance down at his hands, realizing that he wasn't sporting his reputable knife. In fact, he didn't have any weapon in his hands.

You looked back up at his mask confused.

"What do you want then?" you asked softly.

In almost a flash, he reached up and ripped off his mask, his lips slamming to yours so quickly. You didn't even have time to process who he was or what was happening as your hands reached up to his face on instinct.

What the hell was happening?

You wanted to push him away, logically. But God, his lips felt so warm and soft against yours. His scent was too enticing and his hands knew exactly where to hold you. It's like this man was built just for you at this moment, and you decided to just indulge.

Fuck it.

You kissed back just as hard and pushed into him even more. You could feel him suck in a breath at your reciprocation and continue to melt into you. This kiss had to be drugged, you were sure of it.

After a bit, your lips began to slow down as he finally decided it was time to face you. He pulled away slowly as he looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

It took a few moments for you to notice who you were looking at, your body still slightly drunk off his lips.

When you finally recognized who it was, your eyes widened in surprise.

"B-Billy?" you gasped.

He couldn't help the small smile that grew on his face, his shoulders shrugging in response. "Surprise."

You stared back at him in disbelief for a bit, not sure what to do.

But finally the words flew out of your mouth without so much as a second thought.

"You're the Woodsboro killer?"

His smile faded a bit as he peered at you, his breath becoming shaky.

"I didn't know you were going to be there that night," he answered instead.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Is that why you didn't kill me?"

He nodded. "I wouldn't have killed them either if I knew they were your friends."

You rolled your eyes at this. "Yeah, friends. I was only there for some stupid group project."

Your eyes widened a bit after you said this. You almost sounded happy that they were gone now. But you were quick to shake off the feeling.

"Are you scared?" Billy asked softly.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips for a moment as you thought back to what had happened just minutes before.

"I don't think so. It seems odd to kiss the person you're about to murder," you laughed slightly.

This brought the smile back to Billy's face. He'd kill for that sound.

"Good."

You considered this whole situation after his response. He's a murderer, but he cares about you.

Your moral compass seemed all fucked up in that moment.

"What happens now?" you questioned.

Billy let out a breath at this. "Whatever you want."

He reached out to your hand.

"Sidney?" you asked.

He rolled his eyes. "I was gonna get rid of her soon."

"Did you even..."

He shook his head quickly. "Only you. It's only been you."

Yeah, that moral compass was completely shattered now.

You leaned in and kissed him again softly. Once you pulled away, you bumped your nose with his, earning a smirk.

"This makes me pretty fucking crazy, doesn't it?" you asked.

"What does?"

"Wanting to be with a serial killer."

Billy's smile widened. "You wanna be with me?"

You shrugged, looking at your joined hands.

"I've always liked slasher flicks."

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 4: Homesick

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 2k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, eventually Character x Reader (idk who yet tho)

Masterlist | Next

You find yourself seated in a familiar spot. The scenery is the same as back at home, the sun setting on the sight of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. There have been a lot of days where you and your best friends have lost track of time talking to one another late at night in this very spot. 

You're worried,mind running with scenarios of how home would be doing. How is your own world? Are you having this human body - cursed spirit issue too? The one you had been fighting was quite tough- were your classmates alright? Was your best friend alright? Or had everyone written you off as dead? Considering you disappeared right after a battle, it wouldn't surprise you. You're not sure. Your eyes sadden, losing yourself in your thoughts. You refuse to believe that everyone believes you're dead, that they've given up on you just like that.

You glance down at your bracelet. It's ordinary, crafted from simple wood. It matches your best friend's bracelet back at home. You wonder if his works. It's filled with water, imbued with your cursed energy. That way, he could always find you when he needed you, and you could always find him when you needed him. You doubt it works. You can't feel your connection to it currently, your cursed energy with you and you alone. 

" Are you okay? That last mission seemed to be quite rough on you. "

You glance up, only noticing Yuuji standing there now. Had he been standing there for long? 

" Ah, sorry, I didn't notice you. I'm alright. I've just got homesickness at the moment. "

He hums, noticing your sad eyes as he sits down beside you. 

" The way you stood up for Nobara was badass. It was cute too though. Are you two close in your universe? " 

He's calm, watching the scenery with you. Your presence is somewhat comforting. New, yet so oddly familiar. 

You hum. 

" Yeah, we are. I was so happy to learn that another girl would be joining our class. We hit it off right after meeting in the city for the first time, when we went to pick her up. I think that got Sukuna a little jealous. "

You're smiling fondly at the memory, meanwhile Yuuji has to remind himself that you're talking about a different Sukuna, not the one he's harboring. 

" Ah, he's your best friend right? "

You hum. 

" My one and only. "

" What about us? "

You turn to him, blinking. 

" What about us? "

" Are we close? You've mentioned that we used to be close when we were younger. "

" Ah, yeah. We were inseparable as kids. Until you grew more athletic and developed a love for horror. I'm a whimp- I don't like horror at all. It makes me downright unable to sleep. Sukuna would laugh at me when I came over to sleep over one random night, because of my fears. I wanted to prove him wrong, so I watched a horror movie with the three of you. It backfired, and I was unable to sleep. Sukuna ended up feeling guilty enough to watch Pokemon movies with me all night. We grew closer after that. I realized that I too was one of the people he has a weak spot for. In my universe, you're one of those people too. "

Yuuji blinks, not having expected that at all. 

" Sukuna as my twin.. The idea of that leaves a really bad taste in my mouth. "

You laugh softly. 

" I think it's weird you share a body with him in this universe- and that he had 20 fingers. And that you swallow them for breakfast, basically. "

Yuuji laughs, agreeing with you. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You lean your head on his shoulder for a moment. Back home, you were touchy with your friends, often linking arms with Nobara, or straight up pulling Sukuna along to where ever you pleased. He always pretended to hate it, but you know him better than that. 

Yuuji doesn't seem to mind, instead relishing the comforting gesture. 

Yet, you can't help yourself from asking him the next question. You need answers. 

" You've mention that you've... Killed, instead of exorcised before.... "

You're careful in your words, allowing him to stop you if he wants to. When he doesn't, you continue to carefully speak. 

" I just wondered... Do you maybe know why? - As in why they were in a human's body? "

Yuuji shakes his head, eyes on the floor. 

" I don't. There's a curse who's strong enough to transfigure people though. I know you're afraid too, but if we don't figure out how to send you home soon, you might have to fight more human-cursed spirits. "

You nod at his words, your eyes downcast on the floor. 

" I don't like it either. I hope we manage to kill patchface and these cursed spirit people before anything too rash happens though. "

You hum, about to reply when-

" It's because of you! You took me in, and now the severed parts of my soul have awakened. "

Your eyes widen, head raising to stare at the mouth and eye that has sprouted on Yuuji's cheek. What the fuck was this?-

" To help lots of people, was it? Brat! People are gonna die because you live! "

" Hey, don't tell that to Fushiguro. Don't you dare. "

Yuuji's stoic, different. It's obvious he doesn't like Sukuna. 

You don't like this Sukuna either. You can tell he's nothing like your Sukuna. 

" And what are you looking at?! "

" You're an eye and a mouth on my friend's cheek. "

You deadpan the obvious as you blankly stare at him. 

He cackles, Yuuji slaps his hand over him, trying to shut him up. 

" That's enough out of you. "

It doesn't stop him, Sukuna's mouth appearing on the back of Yuuji's hand. 

" You don't belong here! You should die! "

" That's rich, coming from someone who's a mouth on a hand now. I'd say you should die. "

While you're busy mocking him, Sukuna has an unsettling realization. He's met you before. You're not from here, and you're definitely not supposed to be here. You were a sorcerer he was forced to face back in the Heian era. Your reverse curse technique was strong, strong enough to be used as a weapon. Your domain too, was one he hated. He absolutely hates you. He needs you dead before he can carry out his plans of regaining powers. Facing both Gojo Satoru and you would set him at a huge disadvantage. One that not even his current plans could face. 

However, there's no need to rush in killing you though. It appears that you don't even know your potential just yet, your body protected with regular cursed energy. 

Yuuji scoffs, slapping a hand on his own to stop Sukuna from spouting nonsense. Thankfully, he disappears. 

" Soo, that's your Sukuna. "

" Yeah, sorry about that. "

" It's fine. I don't take things randomly appearing mouths say to heart. "

Your smile eases Yuuji's worries, his previous guilt gone, replaced by a warm feeling. The two of you sit in silence a little longer, enjoying each other's company and watching the sun set on Jujutsu Tech. 

-

A few days pass, and you find yourself and your classmates in Tokyo's shopping district. 

" Aren't you buying way too much? " 

Yuuji releases a puff of stress, holding the many bags Nobara has shoved in his arms.

You're walking a few paces up front with her, your arms linked together. You have bought some stuff too, considering that was why you were here in the first place. There was no answer on when you could return to your own universe, no one has any idea how just yet. Your financials are finally properly supported by Jujutsu Tech, and you've entered the shopping district. You're only really buying stuff you need, though that is still quite a bit, leaving you with three bags. 

You're only holding one. For some reason ( an unspoken one, everyone was surprised when he offered), Megumi was carrying your other two bags. You've promised you'll buy him a crepe as a thank you, but he's brushed you off, telling you it was fine and that you should save the money. 

" Half of that is yours, you know? "

You blink at her, that's not true. 

" This bag is all that's mine! "

Just as Yuuji raises his bag to show her, one threatens to fall out of his arms. He manages to catch it. 

" Drop one and you're dead. " 

" Ah, Yuuji, do you maybe want me to carry some bags? "

" No Y/N, Itadori is a strong guy. He's fine. "

" I don't think being strong is part of the issue Nobara-"

And then.... One of the clothes she bought slips out of the open bag, on the floor. 

Everyone's eyes widen. 

You raise your hands, attempting to stop Nobara, but as expected, she's already punching him. Megumi tugs on the back of your uniform, holding his own high in embarrassment as Nobara scolds Yuuji. 

" Come. Let's pretend we don't know them. " 

He's already walking a few steps away with you, arm around your shoulders, When his phone rings. 

He takes his arm off you, taking out his phone. 

" It's Gojo sensei. " 

You're not sure why he's informing you. Maybe because you know him as well. 

Their conversation ends soon enough, and he turns around, facing Yuuji and Nobara again. 

" What? "

Finally, Nobara releases Yuuji. 

" Gojo sensei is calling us. "

" Huh, why? "

Nobara's pouting, you guess that she wanted to spend the whole day lingering around Tokyo's shopping district. 

" It's a mission, 'a top secret one'. "

You snort, the words familiar. 

" Ah, so this Gojo sensei is the same as the one back in my universe. "

" Does your Gojo sensei say that often as well? "

You grin at Nobara, nodding. 

" Last time he called us for a 'top secret mission' was because he wanted to get crepes and didn't want to go alone. "

You smile fondly at the memory. Eventually, it had only been Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi and you. Sukuna wasn't around, because he was simply god knows where. You hadn't felt bothered enough to find out back then. Your best friend had been offended that you had gone without him. You only found him hours after the place closed. As a peace offering, you spent your money on expensive fruits (strawberries) and chocolate, dipping strawberries in chocolate late at night. 

Nobara laughs at your words. Some people are apparently the same no matter the universe. 

" Why not go? Gojo sensei still said it is top secret after all. It must be big. "

You smile at Yuuji softly. He was so cute sometimes. 

" Yeah well, Y/N is right. He does say it all the time. "

Yuuji hums at Megumi's words. 

" Yeah, so what? "

All four of you exchange smiles, and make your way back to the busstop. This time, you link arms with Megumi, simply because he's the closest. He shoots you a surprised glance, but his expression softens, features softening into a smile. 

This Megumi was so different of your own. This one is nice to you. 

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[phantoms-lair]

88 for the crossover roulette.

Okay, this one took me a while

~~~~ "You really are like a cockroach aren't you?"

Vlad whirled around. No human should be in this place! Especially not one he didn't know. And he didn't recognize the tall lanky man one bit, though it was hard to make out his face covered by a hood. "How did you get in my house?"

"There are many ways to get into places Plasmius." he snarled.

Well that was that then. Whoever he was, he couldn't live. He created a duplicate behind the man, ready to strike him unawares-

Only to scream as the duplicate popped and incredible pain lanced through his body.

"Like it?" The stranger sneered, showing off his belt. "Improved model of the specter deflector. Little bit of the Plasmius Maximus built in too. Good luck using your powers for the next several hours." he crouched before Vlad's prone form. "Now where were we? Oh right, you being a cockroach. You do the stupidest shit and then you escape consequences by lying. You lie to your business partners before you rob them blind. You lied to Valerie about everything about ghosts. You like to yourself about how nothings ever your fault and that Mom would ever like you. You lie to Dad about being his friend while trying to kill him."

"Daniel?" Vlad gasped. The man pulled back his hood revealing a familiar face made foreign by age. This Danial was clearly an adult, though not a healthy one, gaunt and wary. "But the specter deflector?"

"Let me tell you a story Vlad. It has a sad beginning. Hell, it's sad all around, but the beginning packs a wallop. It start with a freak explosions at a fast food place causing the deaths of Maddie, Jack, and Jasmine Fenton, Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. None of whom became ghosts after that. One survivor, who only survived because his half ghost body regenerated the damage, one Danial Fenton."

"Originally the next of kin to take him is was his Aunt Alicia, but since reconnecting with his 'best friend' Jack had wanted it changed to Vlad Masters. Maddie resisted at first, but after Vlad pretended to save Danny from Pariah Dark, again an incident he'd caused in the first place and again lying, she'd agreed."

"But Vlad wasn't as happy to have control of the boy as he once would have been. He'd blamed him for living when his mother hadn't. He wanted the boy to act grateful for even being in his presence when all the boy wanted was to have died with his loved ones. Needless to say it didn't work out. But did you give him to his Aunt? No. You decided you just needed a better version of him. You'd already been working at your cloning experiments, even if they weren't...built to last." He looked a tube containing a small girl sadly. "But you did the thing you did best besides lying. You got greedy."

"I was at your mercy. Obviously you could have harvest my DNA at your leisure and made a perfect clone, but you decided you wanted more. You decided to splice your own DNA in, so it would truly be 'your' son and that's where everything went wrong."

"You're the first halfa Vlad, but you know how first drafts are. Or maybe you don't, I doubt you ever did your own work. First drafts are messy and incomplete. And that's you as a halfa. Twenty years of experience, but Little Me was catching up to you in less that one. He was also good to go without any serious recovery time while you needed years of hospitalization and even then had flare ups. In terms of blending I was mayonnaise, kept stable and homogenous. You were oil and vinegar, constantly trying to separate. That's what the ecto acne was, you know. Not some skin condition like puberty gone wrong. It was your human body trying to purge itself of ghostly contaminants. Trying to reject Plasmius. And maybe you'd be healthier if you let it."

"But back to the point. You were an imperfect halfa. And you passed that along to the clones you made with your DNA. They failed even faster and you decided the solution was more power. You used me as a battery, draining my ectoplasm into your creation, damaging my body so much I can't create more. You essentially made me human again Vlad. But it still wasn't enough. And you decided it couldn't need much more, so you decided to transfer a bit of your own, only for your creation to take all of it."

"I guess credit where credit it due, you cured my death wish. I lived. I escaped and warned people. They didn't believe me of course. Thought I was mad with grief, especially Val. Until the attacks started. I don't know what the fuck you made with our combined DNA, but whatever it was it had both our memories and neither of our moral compasses, or at least any you pretend to have. It fed off death. And no one was ready for it. For a while I was imprisoned because it would pretend to be me and as such I was deemed a risk. But time helped that. I aged and it didn't. It's human form would always be 14 year old Danny Fenton while it's ghost form was a horrible amalgamation of us. It killed. It destroyed. Anything we did to keep it out it would eventually overpower. Until we decided to game the system."

"Time travel, Vlad. Remove the triggering incident. But not even Clockwork can change things all willy nilly. But what he did was seed things in the past to make the Observants of then panic and order him to fix it. Of course they did it by ordering my death, so Clocky had to work around that. Prove Little Me was worth the chance. Little Me ended up in my time and guess what you did Vlad? Can you guess? You lied again. Made up a whole sob story of how you were just trying to help me with my grief by surgically removing my ghost half and how my ghost half then attacked and stole yours and you'd spent all those years trying to fix it. And he believed you. He's burdened with guilt for a time that never happened and believes you're capable of changing and deserve a second chance. Your lies always work, don't they. But I know better. You can't lie to me, not anymore."

"But I'm not going to kill you Vlad, do you know why?"

"Because you're Daniel. I'm sure you're telling yourself something about how I'll suffer more alive, but the truth is you just can't bring yourself to do something like cold blooded killing." Vlad sneered.

"Wrong. You have no idea what I had to do to survive the hell you made." Danial smiled. "I just respect dibs."

"What? OW!" Vlad's body spasmed as something was forcefully injected into it. He looked up behind him and saw an older version of Valerie Grey, twirling a pressure injector, almost exactly like the ones he used to treat his symptoms when they reoccurred. (The scheming part of his brain realizing that would mean it wouldn't raise any alarms if marks from it were found on his body)

"A little compound based on one of the Fenton's projects. I strengthens ectoplasm and makes it stronger. It would be a real boost for past Danny or any other ghost. But for you? Well, your human form was barely holding it together with the ectoplasm you had."

Vlad whimpered, feeling the bubbling under his skin he recognized from his ectoacne only a hundred times worse.

"Goodbye Vlad." Valerie uncaringly stepped over his dying form and wrapped her arms around Danny, the two joining in a kiss.

"It worked." There was joy in Danny's voice for the first time in along time. "It really worked Val. The future, our loved ones, they're safe."

"They are." Valerie smiled down on him. "So we doing this?"

"Yeah. It's selfish, but I think we've both earned a little selfish." Danny pulled a USB and stuck it in Vlad's computer, Mikey's code rewriting several things. "There we go, edited to include another clone of me and one of you."

"How long are we going to have to be in those tube?" Val wrinkled her nose a little.

"Not long. The evidence we dropped off should get the investigation here in less than a day. Also I missed seeing you with long hair."

"It wasn't practical." Valerie grinned. "But Little You saw me with the buzzcut so I had to grow it back." Thankfully with all the wonders of the Infinite Realms, something to instantly grow hair was downright mundane and something Clockwork had been happy to maintain the timeline.

The story now was the story that had to be. If the Observants discovered they were manipulated they might undo their undo. But Vlad had to be handled and with the narrative the Observants had gotten they wouldn't do it themselves.

(Valerie had actually ranted about this, about how even in the lie Vlad had spun the Monster was half him, But the Observants had put all the blame on the mourning 14 year old. Typical.) The 'responsible' thing would be to let themselves fade from the timeline. Or barring that disappearing and starting new. But as Danny had said, they'd earned a bit of selfishness.

If they posed as clones of their past selves there was a chance their families would be contacted and taken in. It was a gamble. Maybe the authorities they'd contacted would destroy them or turn them over to the GiW. Maybe the Fentons or Damian Grey would see them as a violation of their children and reject them. But they'd take the gamble. It wasn't any worse than the one they'd just taken to save the future. And besides, their younger selves needed all thee help they could get

Sure Danny didn't have powers anymore, but he had the experience fighting his younger self had lacked. If everything worked out, not even Pariah Dark would have a chance against two Danny's working together.

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Future Danny, Valerie, and Clockwork: We'll seed these images to the Observants so they know all they have to do to save the future is prevent the explosion

Observants: Naturally there's only one way to fix this, KILL THE CHILD

Future Danny, Valerie, and Clockwork: *facepalm*

[jongbross]

hi again and sorry for more request 😭 suddenly it came to my mind. could you write a married couple, baekhyun is 7-8 years older than her (if it's okay for you- and of course legal) and she wants a baby so bad but, baek is not ready or not want because of his wife. his wife has already graduated and he worries about her. but two of them have a big fight because of misunderstanding. some sad tears and hugs please! (You can write one of them for two request) thank you so much! 💓

pairing: byun baekhyun x reader word count: 1086 genre: angst with a happy ending warnings: arguing, mentions of pregnancy, tears, baekhyun trying to be a good husband but failing (depends on your point of view though) a/n: the angst we wanted to badly!!!!! thanks for requesting <3

it was breaking his heart to see you like that. baekhyun could see your tears falling from your eyes, arms protectively wrapped around your body, hugging your stomach.

it's not that he didn't want a baby - he wanted it, so badly. just... not now.

baekhyun already had to live with that tiny little feeling of guilt, as he always thought he had stolen your youth. he was much older than you when you two started to date and, even though it was legal, he knew that part of him was wrong for wanting you.

you were young, in the glory of your 20 years; he was an adult already, turning 28 and thinking about what he wanted for the future. you had so much to live yet, people to kiss, drinks to try, places to go; he already had a good career, had already collected some heartbreaks, and knew exactly how he liked his whiskey.

it was kind of selfish of him, baekhyun always thought. how he loved you so much and wanted you to grow and live and experience things, but how he still couldn't let you go, because he needed you and craved for you like he never did with anyone else.

when you got into college, baekhyun promised himself that he would be the best husband - he would support you, but also give you enough space to live that part of your life. and he did, you know? from taking you to bed at 2am because you were still trying to finish that project, to getting up at 3am because you got drunk at a college party. he did his best, stayed beside you through it all, and was there to applaud you when you graduated, years after.

he wanted a baby with you. god only knows how many nights he went to sleep picturing both of you having a family together, living happily ever after. but gosh, he was doing fine in allowing you to live, how could he agree to having a baby when you just started the career you wanted so much?

"is it...", you tried to speak, but had to take a moment. "is it because my body will change?"

"what?"

"because, you know... i'm not a little girl anymore. my body has already changed so much from when we started dating, but if this is the problem, then..."

"y/n, please", baekhyun's soft voice stopped you. "it has nothing to do with you. believe me when i say that it's not about you."

"then it's about who? us? you don't love me anymore?"

baekhyun sighed, heart breaking just at the mere mention of those words.

"it hurts me that you could even consider that..."

"then tell me the reason!", you said, this time a bit louder, emotion getting the best of you and tears still filling your eyes. "because i've dedicated my whole life to you, and i truly want to keep doing that and making both of our dreams of becoming parents come true. so why won't you let me?"

"exactly because of that", he said, defeated. "because you already did way too much for me. you took care of me, you loved me, held me when i was sick, when i was sad... you did everything when you should be out, living your life while you're young, not here with me. and i'm so grateful for that, please don't ever get me wrong - i love you so, so much it hurts, and i wish i could give you the world in return for all you did. and i feel like i can finally give you at least half of it now, as you're finally working where you've always wanted and being happy. i can't ask you to put that aside now just because i wanna be a dad... i-i just can't."

when baekhyun finally took a deep breath, his tears also started to fall. he had told you before, about the guilt he carried all these years, and you knew it would never pass - no matter how much you tried to reassure him.

"you get so blind trying to protect me sometimes, that you forget to ask me what i want", you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.

getting up from the couch, you walked over to where he was, sitting down on the floor in front of him. baekhyun tried his best not to look at you, as he knew he would lose everything the moment he did - all his composure, all the feelings he was still trying to hold back.

you knew your husband, so you just went as far as laying your head on his knee, eyes focused on his face even though he was probably counting how many books you two had on the shelf as a way to not burst into tears.

"i chose to live with you. i was young, yeah, but i knew what i was doing", you began. "and i've never, ever regretted that choice, not even once. because the love you have for me is exactly like the love i have for you, baek. we're what, 8 years into our relationship now? and i'll never get tired of reminding you that. i love you, i always will. i appreciate the way you try to take care of me, but even though i'm younger than you, i know what i'm doing. so if i say i can have a baby now, then it's because i truly do."

baekhyun closed his eyes for a second, and through his beautiful lashes, more tears fell.

"but what about..."

"don't worry about my job", it was your time to stop him. "i have everything figured out, and i know it's the perfect time for us to try. you were the one who taught me how to be organized and how to make plans. have some faith in me, love..."

"i do", he opened his eyes to look at yours. "i trust you with my life."

"then let's try. let's become parents, put a little baby into this world as a way to tell everyone how much we love each other."

like a baby himself, baekhyun pouted and, suddenly, he crumbled in front of you, crying and sobbing. you quickly got up, sitting on his lap and pulling him in for a hug.

"i love you", baekhyun whispered to you.

"i love you so much", you whispered back. "there's no one in this world i would rather make my dreams come true with."

[keruimi]

To Be Worthy of Someone

Tengen Uzui x reader

Warning: Angst and Comfort

Note: This oneshot gave a slight peek of what I'm experiencing in reality until it finally burst so I decided to let everything out in this. I don't know if I'm overreacting but I can't hide that worry, insecurities, and fear that I really have no one. Advice is greatly appreciated.

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Before, I thought I could survive in this life as long as I had them.

The people who I shared my problems with, the people who once comforted me at my lowest.

The friends who I'm now watching from far away.

With my social anxiety, I can't have the strength to approach them.

Because I knew they would see me as an outsider.

They have the same interest, while I just join them to have someone accompany me in this lonely world.

Even the introverted people I knew found where they belong to.

So why do I feel like I don't belong anywhere?

The friends I got close with either become backstabbers or insensitive people.

Like one wrong move and they would never turn their head in my direction anymore.

I notice how distant I am to them.

That's what they made me feel.

One opinion from me, they would get angry or annoyed. Like I don't even have the right to speak.

Even the closest one I have, slowly to show her dislike on me.

I told myself I need to walk away, but I can't.

Because they are the only ones I have.

Even if they are the same people who made my self-hatred deepen more.

The same people who made me question if there is something wrong with me?

"Even the others saw you're just forcing yourself to them"

That's how the people around me saw it and I can't help but agree more.

They are right...

I have no true friends in the first place.

That it led me to the position where I am now. Facing the cliff where I once went before I thought of suicide.

I want to start a new life again.

Even if it means reaching the end of this life.

I thought I feared death or the monsters hiding within the shadows.

But I guess I feel more scared when the entire world makes me feel like I was no one at all.

Living in this kind of world doesn't benefit me.

So let's just end it

Even if I'm still confused if I was the one who ruined the friendship I tried so hard to protect.

But did it even exist in the first place?

I heard myself chuckle on my thoughts.

This is why I wanted reassurance. Words coming from their own mouth that I was accepted. That I was someone to the people who are important to me.

Because the time I'm pushed to the edge, the insecurities and doubt would catch up to me.

But I guess it's time to stop expecting too much.

It was toxic for myself to be with them.

If I leave, I will be free from the monsters on my mind who keep ruining me

So starting a life where no one would see me the same way the world did.

Is the best option I need to take.

I felt the tears leave my own eyes as I took a step towards the edge of the cliff.

It was the best for me.

This is for me.

I don't want to keep living in a world where I never felt like I belonged.

One step...

I want to live in a world where I am loved by the people I chose to love.

Where I don't question myself anymore if someone still loves me not out of obligation or responsibility.

Like the love I felt from my parents.

Another step...

Being the second born daughter who learned to become independent at such a young age, they decided by themselves that I can handle myself.

I have no one but myself.

And another...

I finally felt the feeling that people would only come to you if you have something they need.

I gave everything and it drained me.

No matter how much I practice just to reach their standards, learn the things they love even though I don't want those things.

I kept adjusting but no one decided to adjust just for me.

My efforts to be someone was for nothing.

The main thing I feared the most ever since I was a kid.

I feel like I am gladly accepting it right now with open arms.

I look at the moon shining above me.

May God forgive me...

And I finally braced myself to fall forward until a voice broke the barrier of my intentions.

I slowly glance at the person behind me as my eyes widen when the silhouette of the sound hashira is the one that greeted me.

Both of us were silent as I bow down as a respect for a high ranking warrior like him.

"How unflashy" I heard him murmur that made me step back to test him and I saw how he immediately moved from his position that made me stop from my movement.

Until he is within my reach...

I didn't dare lower my gaze at him and saw how he sighed when he realized my actions.

"Ending your life is not worth it. But I admire how you seem certain with this decision of yours" I felt his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner that I can't help but look up to him who already has his eyes on me.

"Let's talk about this as a colleague of the Demon Slayer Corps"

That time I felt how I slowly changed my decision on ending it.

Because an unknown person decided to show his concern to a person like me.

And I decided to write another chapter of my own story

When I took the risk of trying again

~•~

The situation I am in right now made it clear that It was my fault I was in this kind of situation.

Being warmly embraced by the same man who lightened my world that night.

I don't know what I did to make him love me but I sure did ask him a lot about it.

So I can assure that I would never lose the trait that made me loved by him.

"Tengen, let me go. I still need to finish baking the snacks I'm preparing for you" I told him as I tried to remove his hands away from my waist.

But I stopped from my movement when I felt his lips that was giving small kisses on my shoulder lift into a small smile that made me turn red.

"What?" I have the urge to ask him and it was immediately followed by a chuckle.

"I'm just thinking how you are pushed into that decision when I begin to love everything about you" He stated honestly that made me stop struggling on his arms as I gave him a side glance.

It seems like he is giving me the answer I am badly asking for.

"Please do enumerate those so called 'things'" I challenge him but deep in my heart, I really want to keep holding on to those words he would speak out next.

I let out a squeal when he lifted me up to face him making it look like I was straddling him. I stayed still in that position as our eyes never left each other

"The way you give me everything you have. Whether its your time, love, care, advice, and effort. I love those"

His eyes gaze on mine as I felt how my eyes started to get glossy.

"It was no effort"

"No" he countered my words before chuckling. "Being that kind of person is already your character"

"Y/n, I love everything about you and I'm not kidding"

A small smile lifted from my lips as I thanked the heavens that my tears haven't fallen from my eyes yet.

I took the risk of loving him even though I'm not sure I would have the ending I wanted.

God has finally favored me...

I started to pepper kisses on his face as his arms on my waist started to tighten in an attempt to bring me closer to him.

I am deserving of his love too.

I surrounded myself with negativity that I forgot the loveable traits I have.

Because the time we got together, I made up my mind that I would do everything just to make him stay.

Even if it's exhausting...

Risky...

Scary...

As long as it's our love, I'll do my best to keep that one alive.

I felt his lips on mine...

My destiny finally went to my favor.

I am finally embraced by the person I love.

And I finally become someone important to someone's life

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Oh this is going to hurt... a lot.

I should be worried if the first thing I do after an episode isn't open Photoshop. Normally, I would now recall the best scenes of the series and decide on a set… But not today, even though I have the time. I once wrote that when a series can no longer catch me, you can tell by the fact that I stop making gifs… Okay, sometimes I just don't have the time. But today… I wouldn't even know which scene to choose, because there was nothing that got me, nothing that excited me and nothing that I felt emotional connected to. Instead, I have a lot of thoughts in my head that all want to get out somehow.

After the over-emotionalization of the last episode, I had actually already given up on Last Twilight. And that really hurts to admit. I loved the series from the very first second and I just thought it was so good! The problem for me was that they tried to just touch the audience's tear triggers, their emotions, all of them. And they forgot that too much of a good thing is simply not good. For me, episode 11 was right on the edge of what was bearable and I still don't think Day did the "right" thing. You're allowed to argue in a relationship and hold different opinions and then talk about why you hold a certain point of view, for example. If the other person can't deal with it, if you can't find a compromise, then you have to take the consequences, yes. But that wasn't even done here.

Day insinuated that Mhok pitied him, didn't listen to Mhok's side and today we learn that Mhok really only felt pity? Really? And that he is happy Day broke up with him so he could grow? Really? That is so fucking stupid. Day has problems with pity, that's understood and ok, but it's also ok for Mhok to make his own priorities in life and decide for himself not to want to leave, but to stay with the person he loves. But Day took that decision away from him. They could have talked about it. Different perspectives can also make a big difference. But no. Day pushes Mhok away and Mhok lies to Day… But back to tonight's episode. I was actually done with last week (yeah nope, I know). You can see that they tried to find a highly emotional ending that everyone seems to agree with and can cry into their handkerchiefs. The number of fuck yous I hurled at my laptop today shows me that the trick didn't work on me. It was all so over-emotionalized that it just felt fabricated and fake. And that's so sad, because the show felt so fucking real until episode 10. And now it was a weird cliché-ridden cringe-fest.

Honestly, if I had been dumped like Mhok and then ignored for three years, the time I spend thinking about that person would be really wasted. I'd be so fucking angry (probably not anymore after three years, I just wouldn't care). But Mhok immediately starts flirting. They pick up where they left off, but there's three years and thousands of kilometers between them. Unrealistic for me. And then Mhok just carries on, whispering to Day about what's happening and what's going on and just acting like his boyfriend again, holding his hand, helping him get dressed, showing him where everything is. I was a bit surprised that he didn't feed him. And Day is confused and just smiles. I think as a viewer I was the only person who was angry at the end. There were no bad emotions. Nothing. And that felt so fucking wrong!

And then comes the wedding and talk of second chances and of course Day says no because he's too scared someone will take pity on him. Yeah, fuck man, shit happens. and Mhok can't or won't give up. An emotional chase begins and the bride and groom leave their own wedding for the two of them and I lost faith in everything. And of course the plane is gone and of course they're all checked in because the passport was scanned and of course Mhok turned around and went back and of course he clued Night in and of course they end up doing the same dance they did back then and of course the family watches them get back together. And of course the series ends with a bunch of sugary sweet scenes from "call me mom" to sunset and let's repeat this most beautiful and heartbreaking moment from the past epsiode without any emotional impact. It was so predictable and so, I'm sorry, so bad. I'm so angry! And of course he gets his sight back. After all, what kind of a message would it be if Day remained blind? Is that possible? That a blind protagonist can find happiness and love and lead a successful life? No, it's not possible. He has to be able to see again. He has to become normal again in order to lead a normal life. What a shitty message! Damn!

Sometimes less really is more. Not everything has to be perfect and normal. At least that's the lesson I thought I should learn from this series.

If anyone has any gif requests, my inbox is open, but I don't think I'll be making any on my own. At least not today and not with this anger in my stomach.

[mustainegf]

→ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖

The night  had blurred by; both of us were extremely tired but satisfied that the nursery was set up. When night began to slip into darker hours, we went to bed. I was surprised when James crawled into bed beside me instead of heading for the couch. It was a tender gesture, one that made me feel good.

Awkwardly, we lay on our backs, me due to my pregnancy and him due to his injuries. Hands reached out to each other in the darkness, fingers intertwining. With only our breathing in sync and faraway noises from city traffic, the room was otherwise quiet.

James coughed, breaking a rather awkward silence. "Honey," he started softly, already sounding unsure. "I want to level with you. If I'm going to commit to you and the baby, I don't want to lie. You deserve the truth."

A knot of fear tightened my stomach. His words, though well meaning, only filled me with fear. What was he going to tell me? 

"I... I have to tell you something," he continued, his voice tight. "A few nights before my accident, I slept with some groupie. I was hammered drunk, and it just happened. I know it wasn't technically cheating because we weren't together… but- I still feel terrible about it… and you deserve to know."

It hung there, heavy and suffocating, this confession. My heart fought inside my chest as I tried to digest his words. Anger mixed with hurt and betrayal, yet relief also blackened the strange feeling twisting through me. He was being honest with me, he cared enough to come clean. And for that, I wasn’t upset.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "James," I said quietly, my voice shaking. "I appreciate you telling me… because it shows you really want to be a committed dad, you care enough to tell me the truth."

His eyes searched mine for any sign of forgiveness as he squeezed my hand. "I couldn’t hide it from you. I know it doesn't count as cheating or anything, but it feels wrong, and I’m sorry. You and the baby mean everything to me, and I need you to know that I’m real about changing. Just looking back on it makes me feel gross."

Slowly, I nodded. My mind had still been reeling because it was too much to take. "I'm not mad about what you did," I confessed, my throat tightening. "I understand that we weren't together and we've both made mistakes, but… why are you telling me this now? Of all times, why now?"

James winced, his brow furrowing as he looked for the right words. "I just... I wanted to start fresh. No secrets, no lies. I wanted to tell you sooner rather than later. I thought—I thought it was the right thing to do…”

I closed my eyes to his confession; its weight was upon me. The room seemed stifling; the atmosphere charged. "I need some time to think," I finally responded barely above a whisper. "Go sleep on the couch, James. We'll talk in the morning."

He nodded, etched on his face the sadness, but I knew he agreed. "Okay," he said softly, "I understand."

He bent at the waist, his lips brushing against my forehead in a soft, gentle kiss. "Goodnight," he whispered, his tone rife with regret.

Another I felt a lump in my throat as his lips brushed against my belly. "Goodnight, little one," he whispered, his voice breaking a little, which only made me sadder.

I watched silently as he rose to his feet and walked slowly out of the room, stiff and openly in pain. The door shut softly behind him and closed me in behind with my thoughts.

Sleep did not seem to want to come to me that night, for my mind kept running on and on about what James had said. I was trying to zone in on the positive notes, it was his willingness to be honest, to change, but it wasn't that easy to rid myself of hurt and confusion.

Next morning, I woke up to the first light of dawn peeping through the curtains. All that happened last night rushed in front of me, and it  settled within the hollow of my chest. I knew we needed to talk.

Quietly, I got out and crept into the living room where James was sleeping on the couch, his worried face from sleep reflected his problem. I stood there watching him, feeling my heart fill with love and pain.

Gently reached to shake his shoulder, "James," I said softly, "Wake up."

His eyelids flickered open, and his baby blues rose to mine. He winced, jerking up into a sitting position, confusion clouding his expression before understanding finally blossomed. "Hey…” he spoke in a low, husky tone, wincing again. "I'm so sorry."

I nodded. My face felt tight and a little numb as I sat beside him. "We need to talk," I said. My voice was surprisingly even, if a little flat. "About everything."

He nodded, his expression very guilty. "I know. And I'm ready."

"James, I appreciate your honesty," I began softly. "But the timing of your confession. Why then? We're trying to rebuild something, and it feels like a setback."

He nodded, regret in his eyes. "I understand. I just didn't want to start this new chapter with any secrets. I wanted you to know everything."

"I know," I said softly. "And I'm glad you told me. But this is going to take some time. We have to help each other through this."

He reached out and took my hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm willing to do whatever. I want to be the best father I can be."

I looked into his face, into his eyes, there I saw sincerity and how truthful he was really being. "I believe you, James."

He nodded, his expression set. "One step at a time."

The only sounds inside were those of our soft movements and the occasional murmurs of conversation. Yes, the morning had brought heavy emotions, but there seemed to be clarity brought by such honesty, even though the way ahead remained… uncertain to say the least..

James sat, his shirt off to give me better access to his injuries, on the bed's edge. His burns were bad, angry red skin blistered off his body. It hurt me to see him like this, yet I was determined to help him recover.

I gathered the ointment, some clean bandages, and gauze, then sat beside him. "This is going to hurt a little," I said softly.

He nodded at me, bracing himself. "I trust you."

I took a deep breath, careful not to hurt him further as I began to apply the ointment. He winced, sucking in a sharp breath, but didn't move. 

"You're doing great," I murmured, trying to comfort him.

James held a small smile. " I don't know what I'd do without you."

I continued to clean his cuts, but all the same, I couldn't help my mind from straying to the ultrasound appointment later that afternoon. I needed him there, for me, for us to see this baby and feel closer. Things between us had been really shaky, but this was important for both of us.

"James," I said, breaking the silence. "I, um… I have an ultrasound later today. I want you to come with me."

He turned his eyes to mine; his surprise was obvious. "You want me to come?"

I nodded as I finished the last of the bandaging. "Yes. I think that would be good for you to see the baby, to be a part of this."

He took a deep breath, his face quite serious. "I want to be there for every moment."

I smiled, a warmth spreading through my chest. "Thank you."

We sat there for a moment, our hands finding each other again, the connection between us fragile but real. 

"I'm trying," James said softly, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm trying to be the man you and the baby need."

"I know you are," I said, squeezing his uninjured hand. "And I see it."

It was late in the afternoon when we finally arrived at the clinic. James stuck close beside me, a reassuring comfort. His eyes showed he was really very nervous while we were sitting down, but there was excitement.

My name was called, and we both rose to enter the examination room. The technician welcomed us with a warm smile and led me onto the bed, directing me as he started to set up the machine. James stood beside me, his hand gently rested on my shoulder.

She smeared the cool gel on my stomach, and, in mere seconds, the screen came to life with the image of our baby. James's eyes grew wide, and his face was a picture of pure curiosity.

"There's your baby," said the technician, leaning forward to point at the screen. "Everything looks good."

James leaned further forward, his eyes fastened upon the screen. "Wow," he breathed. "Look at that..."

This was so much more than a simple medical checkup; this was bonding, I could see it in his face.

"Can you see those little hands and feet?" I asked softly, looking over at James.

James nodded, and his eyes welled up with tears. "Yeah..."

The technician continued the scan, showing us various details and making sure everything was going well. James asked questions, and it was obvious that he wanted to know every detail about our baby and be involved in every phase of this pregnancy.

"Do you want to know the gender?" she asked, looking at us both.

Mine fell on James, his eyes seemed to dance with expectation. "I think we’re going to keep it a surprise," I said softly.

James smiled and nodded in agreement, still speechless looking at the screen.

The scan resumed as I reached out and took James's hand, squeezing it gently. 

The appointment was over, and with a fresh set of ultrasound pictures, we were all set to return home. James handled these pictures like they were pure glass, as if they were the closest things to gold he had ever held in his life. 

When we got home, James was insistent on putting up the new pictures in the nursery, carefully pinning them to the bulletin board. He stood back, admirably gazing at the images.

"This is our baby," he said softly, turning to me. "I want to do everything right."

I walked to him, putting my arms around him cautiously because of his hurt arm. "We'll figure it out," I said, trying to sound braver than what I was feeling.

He bent down, kissing my forehead first, then my belly. "I'm ready," he whispered. "I’m ready to be a father."

As we lay down to bed that night, lying close and holding hands, being so close with him, helped me feel better. 

We drifted to sleep, breathing slow, James’ hand on my growing belly. We were ready for this baby, out at least as ready as we could be.

IM SO SORRY GUYS I KNOW THIS WAS LONG AWAITED, IM GONNA BE UPDATING THIS STORY MORE FREQUENTLY NOW THAT FORGET ME NOT HAS FINISHED!!!

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twenty

“Oh my god, I know it's been a week but where the hell have you been??” Nique asks Zora, right before jumping damn near on top of her outside of her apartment.

“Nique!” She laughs, catching her before they both hit the ground, all the while Leon's coming up with her suitcase, staring between the two like they were crazy.

“What—”

“Lank!” Nique squeals, smacking him up for all the days she wasn't able to. Just like a sister. He chuckles and swats at her, ultimately pulling her into a bear hug.

“Missed you short stuff!”

“Yeah, y'all just left us behind out here!” She laughs, following them into the apartment.

“It was only a week! You didn't miss us that much!” Zora laughs, leaning on her kitchen counter, while Leon plops down on the sofa.

“I did, too! Darnell missed Leon so damn much, he's been tearing my ear up about all the shit they used to get into in college— getting on my nerves, man!” She laughs, making them join in.

“Ah, he done told you about some wild ass shit ain't he?”

“Has he! What's up with y'all and streaking?!”

“I'm not even surprised,” Zora laughs, moving to take her suitcase into her room.

“Man, we was proud of them track bodies, girl! They was gon see us!” He animatedly yells.

“Oh my god,” Nique laughs, rolling her eyes. “How can I save Zora from the madness??”

“It's already too late!” She yells from her bedroom, making them snicker up a storm.

“Stop laughing Nique! It's too late for you, too!”

“Nah for real, y'all treatin’ each other nice?” Leon asks, first time he's asked about their relationship.

“Yeah, he's really a sweetheart. Might like his ass too much,” she laughs, “but that's my baby.”

“Aw, that's cute! I'm happy for y'all.”

“Thanks!”

“Nique, I need assistance right quick!” Zora hollers again, making Nique disappear down the hallway.

“Yes?”

“Are we having a sleepover tonight?”

“Uh, duh! I need to be caught up, cause Neoma told me some things about some things, and I gotta hear it from you to piece it all together.”

“Oh lord. This finna be a mess.”

“My favorite!”

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“Okay, spill!”

“So, before we went on this nice lil vacation, we ran into a little more bullshit. I'm assuming you heard about Craig and Eryn?”

“Have I? Eryn is ready to sink her teeth into that boy! I'm ready to do it for her, cause he knows he's wrong.”

“I agree! He definitely shoulda let them work that out, cause Eryn isn't a child anymore. I think that might've influenced his decision cause they've known her for so long— no excuse. She's grown now.”

“Yeah?? And I don't know how well the conversation between them went, but she still seems kinda sad about it all.”

“Really? I haven't talked to her since we left. But that's another thing! After Leon finds out about everything from Craig, he starts telling me about it, and I already kinda knew about it cause she sat down and told me, like a day or so before.”

“Oh no,” Nique says, shaking her head. “She got you all caught up in it, huh?”

“Yeah, but I'm not mad at her. She just needed advice. Leon did kinda blow up on me, though.”

“Huh??” Nique asks, damn near breaking her neck to look over at her.

“Yeah, he was feelin’ it that day, I don't know.” She shrugs.

“Zora, what do you mean he blew up on you? He yelled at you?”

“No, no. He cut me off while I was trying to talk to him about everything. He asked me if she ran it by me and I told him the truth cause I didn't wanna be in the middle, and he like hopped off the couch and I'm still telling him that I didn't wanna be in the middle cause now he's upset and he's saying that he ain't mad at me, but he also just pacing back and forth and I was kinda nervous, I ain't gon lie. And I'm just tryna reason with him and his fuse is really short, so he cut me off and shut the conversation down.” She sighs, eating another handful of popcorn.

“And then what happened??”

“Oh, he was definitely asking for forgiveness before leaving the crib, but I wasn't up for talking anymore. You don't cut me off and expect a conversation after that. Kissed his ass goodbye and he came to my job the next day with flowers and another apology. I think he almost cried tryna talk to me. Hell, I know I cried enough.” She laughs, while Nique is still staring at her.

“Do I need to kill him?”

“No,” she laughs again, reaching out to grab the hand that's closest to her. “He apologized. Several times. Took me home and made it up to me real nice. He's a good man, just has a temper problem.”

“Hm. I'll keep my guns near, just in case.”

“Lord. He knows not to test it. Trust.”

“Why? You tie him up when y'all got out to that cabin?”

“You're so nasty, no. I definitely taught him what patience is, cause he was killing my nerves.”

“How I'm nasty? I'm talking about straight torture shit! Shoulda muzzled his ass.” She huffs, but Zora shakes her head.

“You know I use my powers for good and not evil… anymore. He understood I wasn't playing. I promise you, he don't want whatever ill fate awaits him if he even thinks about it.”

“Okay, I'll let it go. This time.”

“Good, I'd hate for shorty and lank to call it quits!” She frowns, making Nique smile and shake her head.

“He better be glad I like him a lil bit, cause I'll still kill him. It just won't be as harsh as normal.” She shrugs.

“Girl, anyway. Back to Eryn. I hope she's okay. Maybe I'll call her in a few days.”

“Yeah, poor baby. I had to get your sister together a lil bit, too.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. Done found a lil rockheaded boy to ride and now she lost her mind. Cause why was she bucking up at me cause I told her that she was wrong for giving him the okay to say shit to Leon?! Like I ain't wrong for saying that! Am I?”

“No. Absolutely not, she shouldn't have said anything to him but, “mind your business”, but you know how she is. Lovita is the same way. That older sister complex be havin’ them telling other people's kids what to do. Like how you giving him the go ahead??”

“That's what I tried to get her to make sense to me! Eryn wasn't mad at her, but I told her that she should be. Cause it's too many hands in this situation and she just an extra one that don't belong. Be a girlfriend, nothing more.”

“This really made you mad, huh?”

“Yes. Eryn is twenty five years old. She don't need nobody hovering over her back, snitching on her or whatever other stupid overstepping bullshit has been going on. We had a long heart to heart, cause I just feel like she's just been ridiculed by so many, she just needs some love.”

Zora nods, sighing deeply. “Yeah, I know that feeling. I feel for her, I do. But she did speak up for herself. Leon said she was not happy with him yelling at her, ‘cause she is fragile right now, and that's not the way you get your point across anyway.”

“Good for her! Lank and his friends need to get it together. Neoma needs to get it together before I knock her out.”

“Y'all still beefin’??”

“Nah, I'm just saying. I mean, she was mad as hell when I left but so the fuck what? I shoulda sat in her face while she was mad, but I had a nail appointment.” She raps, while Zora shakes her head, staring at her imaginary audience. “But she got over herself after a day or so. The three of us had lunch and shit like usual, she was fine.”

“Y'all are gonna give me gray hair.”

“Please, if all you have to do is hear about it, I think you'll be okay. Besides, you've been living your carefree life since that boy came into it, so I don't wanna hear it.”

Zora can't help but smile, knowing it was the truth. Besides the minor bump in the road, the last almost year of her life has been absolutely wonderful.

“It's about time, I say.”

“Here, here!” Nique faux toasts with a handful of popcorn.

“Stupid,” Zora laughs.

“And, you know this!”

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“Wow, I forgot how good you looked in your uniform.” Zora says, shamelessly gawking at Leon as he walks around his room to tidy up, before heading off to work.

He chuckles, feeling his face grow hot. “Alright now.”

“For real. I need to come watch you work out now, cause the way them arms are filling out that sweater..” she trails off, shaking her head.

He stops in front of her, beginning to put on a show and flex for her. She giggles, eating it up.

“You like that, huh?”

“Oh, please. Don't start!” She warns, laughing it off as best as she can.

“Don't be shy, baby!” He laughs, bringing his arms down anyway.

“Stop, before I keep you here.” She half jokes, and he can see the seriousness in her deep brown eyes.

“Hm.. I might just have to be a lil late today.” He replied, leaning in to kiss her, unbuttoning her nightshirt.

“Yeah?”

“Just a lil,” he repeats, laughing at himself.

She squeals in excitement, rushing to unbutton his jeans and yank them down with his briefs, moaning at the sight of his dick already hard and ready to go.

“See? This happens every day.” He stresses, stepping closer between her legs to rub against her, his hands at either side of her head.

Reaching between them, she wraps her hand around him, guiding him inside of her, looking up to see his mouth open, eyes stuck on her in pure lust.

“So fucking wet,” he mumbles, languidly stroking just to hear the way her slick smacked through the air. His head dipped down to give wet kisses to her breasts.

“That happens every day, too,” she softly laughs.

His thrusts turn curt, poking right at her gut, making her claw at his arms and chest through the thick material, her wild moans bouncing off the walls of his room.

“Unh! Fuck me, just like that!”

“Mhm, it feels good don't it?”

“Yes! Please don't stop! Please!”

“Shit… I ain't stoppin’ baby… make you cum right on this dick.”

Her fingers ball up the material of his shirt, quickly losing her sanity as he drives right into her spot, bringing them both closer to their peaks.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whines, “fuckin’ hitting that spot, babyy!”

“Right here?”

“Yes, I'm so c-close!” She whines, pulling his face closer to hers as he cages her in, his scent evading her senses and vice versa.

“Cum with me,” he moans against her lips, gripping her hips tighter as she squeezes around him, giving him no choice but to give in to the sweet feeling.

“That was amazing,” she breathily laughs, smothering his lips with her own, much to his liking as he groans all into their liplock.

“I wanna be so much later now,” he chuckles, hissing as he slides out of her, still covered in her essence. Their breathing still ragged.

Zora licks her lips and gets on her knees on the bed, bending down to lick him clean. If he didn't have hearts for eyes already, they were definitely there now.

After sending him to work on a high he'd be on for a while, she went back to sleep for a few hours, woke back up and decided to channel her inner Leon and chef it up in his kitchen.

Her omelet was a success.

After a nice long hot shower and hygiene routine, she decided to get her mani/pedi redone. The color is orange.

Zora soon headed through the lounge with Leon's lunch in hand like always, loving the look on his face as he digs through the bag to see what she'd brought.

Today was a Cuban sandwich with fries, and he was more than delighted. “I've been craving one of these!”

“Yeah? I had one on my lunch break the other day, and it was so good! Had to get you one.”

“Thank you, baby.” He says with a kiss to her lips, as she sits down beside him.

“Welcome. How's your day been?”

“Great, actually. We got through most of our pallets already, so I might just get outta here early today.”

“Oh, I always love the sound of getting off work early! I hope you do make it home before six, today.”

"This morning gave me a lil extra motivation.” He nudges her with a smirk on his face, as she hides her own.

“Shut up,” she laughs as he wraps an arm around, pulling her closer to him. “But also, you're welcome.”

“Thank you sweet stuff. How's your day off been?” He asks, humming as he bites into his sandwich.

“Well, this morning was great,” she winks, making him chuckle. “But, I took a nap, got up and ate breakfast, then I went and got my toes done— they're orange like my nails, but my feet got cold so I had to put my socks back on. I'll show you later.” She smiles. “I've been laying around, other than that. It's too cold outside to be out there for too long.”

“What did you make?”

“An omelet. It was so good!” She smiles, making him mirror her in no time.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I gotta make you one. Use my secret ingredient.”

“Word? Let me find out you were a chef this whole time, Z.”

She laughs. “Oh come on, I'd never steal your lane. It's like a family secret but I add a lil sumn to mine. You'll love it, I promise.”

“I can't wait,” he fondly shakes his head, kissing her lips.

“Can't wait to see these cute ass toes either. Love ‘em.”

“You got a foot fetish?” She squints, to which he laughs.

“Zora, I've got a you fetish.”

“Oh my god,” she laughs to cover up the way she's just melted inside.

“Act like you ain't know,” he shakes his head, taking another couple bites of his sandwich.

“I don't wanna go back out in the cold. It's so bitter out there.” She says, looking out the big window in front of them.

“You ain't lying, babe. It's cold as fuck in the room we work in too. Metal insulation should've been installed a long time ago.”

“You need me to say something?” She asks, raising her brow.

“No, mama, I got it.” He snickers, kissing her forehead. 

“It better be in there by my next visit.” She firms, before leaning on him.

“They like yo pretty ass, ima tell ‘em so they can speed the process up.” He laughs.

“Whatever works, right?” She responds with a laugh of her own.

“Mmhm…whatchu feelin’ on me for, Jean?” He asks with a grin, already knowing what she was up to, rubbing on his knee, her hand casually sliding up.

“Ya know, just the sight of a hardworking man gets me going.”

“Yeah? Where's this hand of yours going?”

The way she licks her bottom lip, biting down on it before it escapes has him ready for whatever.

“I'll be waiting in the bathroom.” She says with a smile, before getting up from the table, leaving him dumbstruck.

She giggles before slipping into the employee bathroom, not having to wait long as he finally makes his way inside, locking the door behind himself.

“Hey.” She says, smirking as he walks them backwards into the counter, her body becoming flush with his, much to her liking.

“What's gotten into you, lately?” He playfully asks, rubbing her hips.

“I don't know, you said to ask for it any time I want it, but I think it's more fun this way.”

He chuckles, before spinning her backwards, her ass now pressed up against his crotch. She smirks at him through the mirror.

“How much time do we have?”

“Mm,” he shrugs. “A good ten minutes.”

“More than enough time.”

Her sweats and panties are pulled down, and he can't help but run his fingers through her slick folds, feeling how unbelievably wet she is.

“Fuck,” he mumbles before squatting down, stuffing his face in between her cheeks, burying his tongue in her.

Her hands find the countertop as she bites back her moans, rolling her hips against his face. He wildly licks her slit, before suckling her clit into his mouth.

“Please… that feels so good!” She quietly whines, reaching back to rub her fingers through his curls.

Her legs begin to shake as he wags his tongue against her, her grip on his hair tightening. Her soft panting is making him strain against his jeans.

“I'm g-gonna cum!” She whimpers, arching and gripping the back of his neck as she does just that, wetting up his nose and mouth with her juices.

He happily licked it up, standing up to yank his own bottoms down, groaning all in her ear as he stuffs himself inside of her, bottoming out. Her lips are pursed together tightly, thankfully muffling her gasp.

“Good ass pussy,” he lewdly moans.

Her eyes stay glued on their reflection, her mouth now agape as he taps that spot over and over again. The way she's squeezing around him feels heavenly.

“Fffuck,” she quietly moans, “hittin’ that fucking spot so good!”

“Yeah? This spot right here?” He taunts, smirking at the way her eyes rolled back, her lips sputtering out a yes.

One hand comes up to grip her neck, “say it again” spilling out of his mouth with a grunt.

“Yeah!— fuck, I'm c-cummin’!” She moans a bit louder than she meant to, quickly biting into her lip to muffle herself as her orgasm rushes through her. His strokes never cease.

“Mmhm, gimme that pussy,” he grunts, nearing his own peak as he gyrates into her, kissing the back of her neck.

“H-holy shit, babe,” she grits, biting down on her lip.

“So fucking close,” he grunts into her ear, digging a bit deeper inside.

She damn near draws blood from her lip by the time he's releasing inside of her, fingers bearing down on her hips, leaving bruises for her to admire later.

“You… are fucking incredible.” He rasps, as they laugh and catch their breaths.

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Eryn’s busy shuffling through the small crowd of people at the mall, when she bumps into a familiar face. Just the person she was hunting for, too.

“And, so we meet again.” Craig says, trying to hide the fact that he might have been laying low, afraid to face her.

She scoffs. “At least we see each other this time.”

“Baby E—”

“Nope.” She cuts him off. “That's the issue, right there. I'm not a baby, Craig. You can't keep doing this shit like I'm that same little girl you knew way back when!”

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he holds his hands up in surrender. “I was in your business and I'm sorry.”

Eryn rolls her eyes before stepping around him, having no time for his tired apology. But he wasn't gonna stop, now that he'd started.

“Eryn, come on.” He says, walking after her.

“Nah, I'm cool. I don't have time for this.”

“For real? I'm tryna apologize to you—”

“Are you?” She stops and turns in his direction.

“Quit cuttin’ me off.”

“Stop saying stupid shit and maybe I'll refrain.” She spat, crossing her arms over her chest, making her many bracelets clink together.

He stares at her, holding his tongue because she was rightfully upset and now was not the time for banter.

“Look, I'm really sorry. I instantly regretted it after I said it. I even told him to relax on you cause maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I know I shouldn't have done it, regardless. It's not my business.”

“No. It's not your business.” She frowns. “Had that man yelling at me like he'd lost his mind. I should kick your ass.”

“I know, I ain't mean to unleash all of that.”

She sucks her teeth. “Yeah, whatever. You wanted him to yell at me like he always does. That shit funny to you or something?”

“No!”

“Hm. Well, are we done here?” She asks.

“Uh yeah.. I guess? I don't think ima say anything to make you not mad at me.”

“No, you're not. Thanks for the apology, though. Just stay out of my business. I'm not your little sister.” She reminds him, before walking away.

“Damn.” Craig sadly mumbles before walking away with a hung head.

Her phone rings and she answers it with a bright smile. “Hey B, wassup?”

“I know you just left, but damn I miss you girl.” 

“Is that right? Maybe I'll swing back that way.”

“Yeah, why don't you do that. I got sumn for you when you get here.”

“If it's dick, you can keep it Brandon.” She laughs, and so does he.

“Come on, it's not like that. I actually got you something.”

“Mmhm, I'm on my way.”

Right after her heart to heart with Leon, she had a separate one with Brandon, in which she admitted her feelings and told him that they would unfortunately have to go their separate ways, to which he did not agree.

He had also developed a crush on her, in the time they had reconnected, and he wasn't gonna deny it just because his ex-best friend happened to be her brother.

He assured her that they would just have to talk it out. Said he was going to reach out to him personally, which she agreed and suggested that he should've done that in the first place, to which he agreed and apologized.

She was ready to face the music a second time, when the time came of course. But for right now, she was going to enjoy herself.

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“I haven't been home before six in so long,” Leon groans into the pillow, while Zora is perched on his lower back as she rubs her hands up and down his sore muscles.

“Getting off early is the best feeling, ain't it!” She laughs, moving up to his shoulder, rubbing his tense spots.

“Why are you so tense, baby?”

“I think I pulled something earlier,” he shrugs, instantly regretting it. Zora shakes her head like he can see her.

“Okay, relax..” she moves off of him, “sit up so I can get that knot out.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Moving behind his seated body, the natural heat between her thighs is warming his bare back. Her fingers relocate the knot in his left shoulder, working to relieve pressure.

His head lolls forward, his hands rubbing the sides of her thighs as she works her magic.

“Damn, that feels good.” He mumbles, eyes closed.

She smiles, dipping down to kiss the back of his neck. He was in pure bliss as her other hand reached for his other shoulder, kneading his skin like precious dough.

“What's the real reason why you're tense, Avery.” Zora asks again.

He sighs. “I don't know, I just feel like something’s going on.”

Her brows furrow. “With what or who?”

“Eryn.”

“Oh.”

“I know she's not a baby and she makes her own decisions. I just feel like… I don't know, I just don't like it.” He sighs again.

“Listen, baby. I know she's your sister and this isn't the ideal situation for either of you I'm sure, but she's gonna have to learn some things on her own. You can only guide her so much. You're only gonna give yourself a headache, worrying about that. I'm sure that if anything is going on, she'll tell you about it, just like she was about to the last time. Let her.”

“I hear you.”

“I'm serious, Avery.”

“I'll let her come to me. I hear you.” He repeats, turning his head to look back at her.

“Don't make me fight you.” She half jokes, mushing his head back in the other direction.

“Fight me naked?”

“That's our type of fight ain't it?” She snickers.

“Huh, you right.” He nods.

“Duh!” She replies without missing a beat, making him suck his teeth and laugh.

“Alright, you're kink free up here now. Please be more careful at work!” She scolds, still rubbing his left shoulder.

“I will, I promise. Now come lay with me.” He says, moving onto his back, and pulling her right down on top of him.

The covers fall over them as they snuggle up and rub their feet together. The heat was blasting through the vents, warming their cold bones right up.

“You think I need a space heater?” He asks, flipping through the channels.

“You be that cold at night?” She asks, drawing imaginary patterns on his right arm, already dozing off.

“Sometimes, yeah. I sleep with socks on like an old man, babe.” He stresses, making her tiredly laugh at him.

“Yeah, I'll get you one, then.”

“Oh, you don't have to do that.” He assures her.

“I want to. Don't fight me on it.” She playfully smacks his cheek, before sliding up to stuff her face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“You comfy?” He asks, arms draped around her waist, rubbing circles into her hips as he begins to doze off, himself.

“So comfy.” She responds, before going super quiet, and ultimately falling asleep to his scent and the lull of his heartbeat.

Sometime later, after coming back from the bathroom, Leon slides back under the covers and kisses Zora’s forehead, softly laughing at her still being asleep.

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his eyes dart up to read the incoming message from Instagram. It was Brandon and he was ready to talk.

Tapping the message before it disappears, he taps across the screen and sends a message back, letting him know he was on his way.

“Z, baby,” he leans over to press kisses to her face, watching her stir slightly and reach out for him with her eyes still closed.

“I gotta head out real quick, baby.”

“Hm,” she stretches, rubbing her face, “where you goin’?”

“Gonna go chat with Brandon.” He simply says, making her eyes finally pop open.

“Before you start scolding me,” he continues, “I'm not gonna beat him up or yell or any of that. I'm going to hear him out, for real.”

She stares at him for a few seconds, before nodding and rubbing her eyes again. She was adorable when she'd just woken up from a nap.

“Okay, be careful. Where are you meeting him?” She asks.

“His crib.” He answers, still hovered over her.

“Okay. Call me when you get there.”

“Yes ma'am. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

It's finna get juicy!

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[deadpool15]

My girl

Watching her sit there and dance now, that was amazing. I mean, I love to see my girl dance, especially since I know it took her a lot of courage to battle someone like Kristen. She was known in the dance world, and when she went up their you could see it in everyone's eyes. Curiosity yet excitement, though no one wished to take one that level themselves, so when she stood up and looked at us, I knew at that moment I would be happy no matter what. Bada was always cheering us on throughout the entire competition she was on our side. Even when I told her I had a thing for her little sister Yaya. She was our youngest member on the BEBE crew, and now everyone saw the skill and wanted her to join, but she didn't. "You're an amazing dancer, Yaya, and you would be a great addition to the crew. When have I ever been wrong about something like this," we watched Bada sit there trying to compromise with her younger sister, who before today we had no idea she had. "You're my big sister. You're supposed to say that. Can you imagine what it will be like. At times like this, I'm grateful we don't look alike, I'll be known as the downgrade Lee sister."

After some time, we managed to get her on the crew, even getting her to become my girlfriend with the help of her older sister, of course. Getting her listening to the comments of our crew was tough, like we knew that everyone was gonna put on a facade for the show but like wow they were either very good at it or just shit talking for fun. Then, when we heard the comments about Yaya, all hell broke loose.

Biggy- So it seems we have more then a two international teams?

Nob- But she is on team BEBE, so probably just another one of Bada's lost cause of a student.

Redlic- Yes, I remember her she took one of my classes before she isn't the best. It was actually sad to watch.

Redy- She is Bada's younger sister, I remember seeing her when she was a lot younger during our Cupcakes era.

Halo- I would hate to be her. Imagine living in someone's shadow your entire life.

I looked over and was pissed how dare they say that about my fucking girl. She is more talented than any of these wannabes. "That's bullshit and they know it," we were all shocked by Badas' words. Never had she been so ill tempted to swear on camera. We sat down comforting Yaya. She has always been the sensitive type. "Hey, bubbs, don't listen to even of them, ok? You have more talent in your left thumb than they have in their entire bodies." I tell her, smiling while grabbing her body to bring her closer to me. The rest of the team starts nodding their heads, agreeing with me. Everyone else comes down with LADYBOUNCE glaring at us like we were supposed to be scared or gi e a shit.

Back to where we were, the dance battle with Kristen was normal, giving us your average thrill and suspense until it started getting sexual. Now I know how people think when they see Yaya, shit I think like that when I see her. Kristen was giving her the bedroom eyes, my fucking girl. Everyone was sealed once Yaya gained a burst of confidence and decided to throw her ass back against Kristen. Now, any other time one would say a great battler plays along with thie opponents, dancing with them to throw them off their game, it's something I've learned in freestyle. Now, when I see people do it, I praise them for having good battle techniques, but as soon as Kristen started angling her hips to catch some ass I was done. The battle was over. Well, there was, and it seemed like my mine had just begun.

Before I knew it Kristen started becoming closer, I mean Jam Republic as a whole was cool and buddies with us but none of them shared such a distinct interest in a short, ebony beautiful young lady that happened to me my fucking girl. Getting her number to hand out was cool, I'm not overly possessive, so I was fine with that. Going shopping and eating together was ok, but clubbing was just a fucking no no. This leads us to this moment. "Baby, I love you so much, ok. And I trust you wholeheartedly. But you're not going to club with Kristen." I say while holding her waist, causing her smile to drop and back up from me. "Why, not?" I truly do love my baby, but she was so oblivious that sometimes anyone could see that girl wanted her except of course herself. "Baby, she has been trying to get with you for months, and I know she is your friend, and you see her as one, but she definitely wants fuck you ok. Anyone can see it. Especially in that dress I mean I would wanna fuck you too." She smiled for a moment before remembering the situation and there it goes the argument had begin.

"You have always had some time against her from day one when she is just trying to be nice. She is my friend, and I don't say shit about any of your friends that you have out with when you wanna go dance and drink." I was sitting on the bed staring at her. She looked so beautiful in that dress, but it left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was literally hanging out, and it was hard to focus on the right things. "First of all, watch your mouth. You know I don't like the swearing, and second I don't exactly have anything against Kristen, I'm pretty sure she is a nice person when she isn't trying to get into other people's girlfriends pants baby," she rolls her eyes at me before sucking her teeth and then going to the bathroom. "OK, I'm being patient with your baby, and I completely understand you're upset. You got all pretty, and you can't go out, so how about we go do something, huh? Go on a date." I tell her to try to ease the attitude she is having now before I blow up on her. "First of all, fuck you. I'm not going anywhere with you, and second, I'm a grown ass woman. I can swear when I want to, especially when my girlfriend feels like being annoying, ok?" I clenched my jaw before yanking her towards me and shoving her on the bed. "Can't be fucking nice to you can I? You wanna go out and be pretty for your little friend ok. Let's make you look all pretty for her."

And that's how we ended up in this position, with her face down ass up as I shoved my strap into her back to back. I had pressed the record button on my phone a while ago, getting the idea of sending Kristen a little message to make shit clear. "Aww, come on, baby, your camera shy now. You usually love the camera. Love sha-aking your ass on people and all that stuff, don't you. Look at the fucking camera little girl." She glazes up through her lashes, looking so fucking ruined. Just how I like her. Eyes rolling to the back of her head after coming for the fourth time tonight. "Tired baby?" She moans out voice only able to produce moans at this point, she was all fucked out. But I had a point to prove. "How about you tell our little friend here who you belong to, baby?" I smirk, watching her start to scratch the pillows up again, gasping for her. Pushing into her slowly now while rubbing clit. Pussy all swollen, and dripping from the previous times she came. "Can you do it, baby, since you are so grown. Remember that?"

She started whining for me to go faster until I looked to up and seeing Kristen texted her. "Would you look at that baby, your little admirer misses you. I wonder where you are and why you're so busy." I make sure to thrust faster after each word. Her cries can be heard all the way outside the room. "S-soo.... s-sorry....pls." I smile at that, "Are you baby. Ready to be my little obedient girl again, aren't you. Just tell me who you belong to." She tries to hide in my neck away from the camera before yelling out. "M-Minah... Belong to Minah. All yours." I push myself up while grabbing her hips to thrust faster and play with her beautiful tits. I lean over, kissing her cheek before shoving my tongue in her mouth. "That's right, baby, my girl." By the time I was done with her, she forgot all about her plans with Kristen, we lay in bed cuddling while watching a movie, then I looked at the phone and sent the video to her, gotta make sure she understands. "All mine."

(Request by @itstherenaissance)

[kteezy997]

The Other Man- Part Four// t.c.

Warnings: arguing (not with Timmy), cursing, kissing, Timmy calling reader "dummy"

"Can you believe that fucking guy?" Billy said aloud. "Crossing me like that, in my house. Fuck 'im."

"Well, he was right." you said under your breath, going upstairs.

"What was that?" he snapped at you.

"You're drunk, Billy. Just shut up."

"No, no, you agree with that little punk?"

You turned around to face your husband. "Of course I do! You have no respect for me anymore Billy."

"Are you fucking Timmy or something, y/n?!"

You were shocked that he even thought that, that he even questioned it. Even though it was true. "What?! How is that even relevant to what we're talking about? This isn't about Timmy."

"But are you fucking him?!" Billy was shouting now.

You were getting to the point where you totally disliked this man you were married to, and you could barely stand the sight of him. You wanted to be with Timmy, it was true, but you wanted to be away from Billy just as much.

"I want a divorce! I want you out of my fucking house, Billy! I don't love you anymore."

........

When Billy moved out, you were glad to be rid of him, and to be a separated woman. But you missed Timmy terribly. It had been two days without any contact from him. You wanted him to have space. But you didn't want your relationship to end, especially when you didn't do anything wrong, not to Timmy anyway.

You grew more miserable by each hour that went by without a word from him. You knew he had Amelia, but you truly thought he cared for you too. You hoped he wasn't ghosting you. At the very least, you wanted closure. But if you were being totally honest, you just wanted Timmy. All for yourself.

…….

Amelia loved Timothée Chalamet. Sure, the relationship between them was under contract, but by faking kisses, going on getaways, and attending fashion shows together, she fell in love over time. Timmy had a sense of humor and charm that could make anyone fall in love with him. They'd known each other for a while now and though they weren't romantic for real, they understood and respected each other.

Secretly, Amelia wanted to be with him, and not in a fake way. But she knew her feelings were unrequited. She could sense that Timmy cared for her and enjoyed her company at times, but she knew that she wasn't a priority in his life. She was more of an obligation that anything, that she knew.

It made her sad, but he had unknowingly cushioned the blow by giving her some of the most sensual and sexy nights of her life. They had a sort of friends with benefits situation going on. It didn't happen often. It was basically when Timmy wasn't in a real relationship, and he was lonely, or bored. But she didn't care if they were just booty calls, because it felt good to just be wanted by him. Even if it wasn't really real. Timmy was the only man she loved.

Lately though, Timmy had been even more distant than usual. They had become confidants in one another, and friends even. Now, he didn't ever talk to her. She invited him to dinner at her place, but he acted like he'd much rather be somewhere else. He'd said something about 'game night' at Billy and y/n's house, but he hadn't ever been so antsy to go to a game night before. It made her wonder what else was on his mind.

........

You couldn't believe it when you saw Timmy's name flashing on your phone screen. "I'm sorry," you told your coworkers, "it's important, I have to take this." To you, it was important enough to skip out on work to talk to him.

"Timmy?" you answered, your heart racing.

"Hey Peaches." he responded, cheerily.

You felt a sense of relief hearing him still using the nickname he'd given you.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened.”

“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry I haven’t called for a couple of days. I should have checked on you sooner. I didn’t mean anything by it, just got a lot of shit on my mind, ya know?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. I miss you, Timmy. Can I see you?” you asked.

“Yes. I miss you so much, I need to see you as soon as possible. The minute you get off work, I’ll pick you up. We’ll go somewhere.” his voice was so soft and endearing, like you were being cuddled and warmed up by each syllable.

"Okay. You promise? There's so much I want to say to you." You needed further assurance, probably because he'd been gone from you for what felt like such a long time. You didn't want to be without him again.

"Yes, of course I promise. You have my word, y/n. And my heart. You should know that."

You melted from the inside, "Oh, Timmy." you cooed, "I'll see you soon."

...........

You practically ran out of the office at quitting time. And there he was, sitting in his car waiting for you. "Timmy!" you called to him.

He snapped his gaze over to you upon hearing your voice, and he got out of the car. He immediately took you into his arms, squeezing you tightly. "God, feels like forever." he groaned, resting his head on yours.

"I know. I'm so happy to see you." You said, loosening your hold on him to look in his eyes. "It's over with Billy. I kicked him out of the house and we're getting a divorce."

He nodded, "That's good! He's turned into such an asshole. He doesn't deserve you." He touched his nose to yours so sweetly, pulling you more snuggly against him.

"I know, it's been a long time coming. Even before...us. I should have kicked him out ages ago."

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, eyes lingering down to your lips just for a second before they returned to your eyes.

"Yes." you replied, closing your eyes as he leaned down, touching his lips to yours softly.

He pressed his lips against yours but kept the kiss chaste as you were standing on a public street, while it was still daylight. "I love your lips. They're my favorite thing. I could do this all day long." he smirked, kissing you again.

"Timmy." you gasped softly as he moved down, his lips traveling from your cheek to your neck. "Let's get out of here, okay?"

Timmy stopped kissing, "Yeah." He took you by the hand, leading you around the car and opening the door for you. "Do you want to get some dinner?" he asked you as he got into the driver seat.

"Yeah, that sounds great."

It was so lovely. He took you to a ritzy place that you couldn't afford. He spoiled you rotten. The meal had several courses and he insisted that you try a desert.

You talked about everything and nothing, and it felt so comfortable, so natural. This was the type of thing you were missing. You and Billy didn't spend quality time together. Billy didn't care to do that. But Timmy did. Timmy was enjoying your time together, indulging you in gourmet food and sweet conversation. Timmy held your hand across the table, and you played footsy underneath it.

It felt like you two were just a normal couple. As if one of you wasn't on the brink of divorce and the other didn't have a girlfriend.

It was dark when you left the restaurant. Timmy put his arm around you as you walked to his car. The streetlamps produced a yellow-orange hue that made his curls look fuzzy when it shined on them. The lighting also defined his high cheekbones in shadows, basically putting a spotlight on his perfect porcelain skin that was sprinkled with freckles.

You were in awe of this man that was so beautiful, inside and out. It saddened you to share him. You knew Amelia, not well, but she seemed like a nice person. As much as you hated yourself for it, you wished there was a way to make her disappear from his life completely.

Timmy kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on your thigh. "I love this, y/n."

"The feeling of my trousers?" you joked, giggling.

He smiled and chuckled, "No, dummy, just...being with you."

"Me too. I wish it could always be like this."

"Maybe one day, we can have it." he said, taking your hand.

"Is this about Amelia? You never say anything about her."

"y/n, it's just...it's more complicated than you know." he said, sighing.

"Then tell me. You said you had stuff on your mind. You can trust me Timmy." you leaned over tucking your arm underneath his affectionately, and kissing him on the cheek.

"I know, and I do trust you. I'll just tell you: Amelia and I- our relationship isn't real. It's under contract for public promotion."

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Do you think Marinette really loves Adrien or does she loves the idea of him in her head?

Idk but I'm agree with Alya in Elation that you can't really love someone you don't know and Marinette arguably know Adrien only on surface level, either from the magazines or stalking him. We never got a scene where they talk together to get to know each other and then BAM! They just get together.

I also feels like Adrien's love for Marinette also more a rebound than anything. The writers can say anything they want, that Adrien fell in love with Marinette in Pupeteer2. But you don't develop feelings for someone you barely know, especially when in that said episode Adrien still think Marinette hate him. It's just weird. But again, idk, maybe it just me because I don't catch feelings to someone I barely talk to. That's just creepy AF no offense.

It's really hard to say because canon is all over the place when it comes to how close Adrien and Marinette are. Season three and four make them feel like little more than acquaintances, but if you think back to seasons one and two, they legitimately were friends.

Adrien turned to Marinette for dating advice (Frozer). Marinette and Adrien gamed for hours to prepare for a tournament (Gamer). Marinette and Adrien went to a party with their friends and danced together (Despair Bear). Marinette, Adrien, and their friends worked together to make a movie (Horrificator). I could go on, but the general gist is that it feels disingenuous to say that they barely interact. They interact a lot! It's just limited to the first two seasons.

I scanned through the episode list while writing this and seasons one and two have them interact in a meaningful way in about half of the episodes while seasons three and four got distracted by the new love interests, Lila, and the awful broken Ladynoir dynamic, dramatically cutting back on the Adrinette content to the show's detriment.

The other issue is that Marinette's crush is written more and more like a celebrity crush as the seasons go on, making it feel less and less genuine. So it's understandable to feel like she doesn't really love Adrien given how the show presents her, but if you tone down the crush to a non-comedic level, it does feel earned to me and I am also the kind of person that needs to know someone before developing feelings. Celebrity crushes and instant love are things I rarely enjoy in media probably at least in part because I'm ace.

I actually didn't get truly invested in the love square until Origins showed us why they first developed feelings. There's a reason I treat that episode as the golden standard for characterization. It's some of the best writing Miraculous has ever done. The writers crammed an impressive amount of content into 40 minutes and elevated the silly teen crushes into something with real substance. I will forever be sad that the rest of the show falls so short of that episode.

Moving on!

The Puppeteer 2 thing feels like a bad joke and it might be? It's hard to tell given how weird this show can get with its humor. Either way, it would have made a lot more sense and been much cuter if Adrien fell for Marinette when she unknowingly confessed her crush to him Glaciator 2 instead of falling for her after she accidentally forces a kiss on him during a prank gone wrong.

As for the rebound element... yeah, I don't disagree. Everything about the reverse crush was just weird because Ladybug falling for Chat Noir felt way more honest and earned than Adrien falling for Marinette given the way seasons five plays. I mean, the episode right before the reverse saw Ladynoir get married and have children, but Adrien is the one whose feelings are true and Marinette is the one having a rebound? Sure, writers. Sure.

If the reverse had happened right off of the season four finale, though? Then that actually could have worked. In those episodes, Marinette supported Adrien while their friends were oblivious to his true feelings, Adrien finally saw just how much pressure Ladybug was under, and Chat Noir supported Ladybug unconditionally in her darkest hour. I'm personally not a fan of the crushes switching mid-show, but I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a solid setup to lead into it. Adrienette and Ladynoir had never felt closer.

I think it's fair to say that this is why Miraculous is such a complex show for a lot of fans. It has truly spectacular setups, but the payoff always seems to fall flat on its face.

[fruitylo0pz]

A New Start pt. 3 (NSFW)

(Part 1 | part 2 if you haven't already read them)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, angst, sub!Larissa, degradation kink, praise kink, fingering, strap-on, masturbation, cunnilingus

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long, but I have just had a lot going on and I didn't really feel inspired enough to write. It's not as long as the others, and I'm not entirely happy with it but I loved the support and how much people seem to like this story, and I really enjoy writing it. It has a bit of an angsty and sad ending, though. But hopefully I'll come up with the next part faster this time! I have proofread it, but there might be some mistakes. If so, apologies in advance! Hope you enjoy, and again thank you so much for the love!

Word count: ~2.7k

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It had been three weeks since you heard from Larissa. You saw her in town, but it was as if she was ignoring you and you couldn’t fathom why. The last time she had visited you was like it always was, and you were on good terms when she left. Then, complete silence. You didn’t want to push her, after all she was still married and you didn’t want her to end up in trouble. Luckily, you had another big project at work that kept you occupied and distracted enough not to let it get to you too much, but the evenings were worse. For months, you had been so used to having her near, if only for a few hours and now the bed felt cold and the emptiness filled the entire room. You had just entered the store to get some snacks for a solo movie night when you saw the oh so familiar figure staring at you in complete silence. 

She approached you discreetly, pretending to look for something in your aisle. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. I’m sorry.” her voice was low, and she sounded sad. 

“Come by after you’ve been here if you can. If not, please text me so I don't have to wait up.” you realised that you sounded cold, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt even though hearing her voice made you feel like the first time you had seen her. 

You went home and found yourself anticipating her visit, even if your hopes weren’t that high. Maybe she had met someone else? Maybe her marriage was doing better? The thoughts racing through your head made you agitated and you decided to find a beer when all of a sudden you heard knocking on the front door, and there she was. She just stood there, looking at you with teary eyes.

“Please come in, Larissa. It’s cold.” You grabbed her hand gently, and she followed you without saying a word. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. You look like you’re freezing cold.” You helped her off with her coat and led her to the sofa.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I’ll tell you everything, I promise.” Her voice was so gentle you could barely hear what she said, but looked at her and nodded. You finished making tea and sat next to her. You kept some distance in case she would feel uncomfortable, and just gave her a questioning look. 

“I should have texted you, at least. I know that. You didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t upset me. I don’t know what made me pull away, but the thought of leaving you after spending the evening with you always gave me such a heavy heart. It felt so wrong, so I pulled away. It was almost easier that way. I know it isn’t fair.” She started crying, and buried her face in her hands.

You gently rubbed her back and moved closer. “Hey, Larissa. Please don’t be sorry. I knew this wouldn’t be easy when I agreed to this whole thing, and I know what you mean. I have always hated seeing you leave, and I wish you could stay here. In my opinion, it’s where you belong.” You lifted her chin up with your fingers and dried her tears. 

She smiled gently and stroked your cheek. “You are always so understanding, darling. I never deserved you. I am so sorry about just leaving you like that, and ignoring you. It killed me to see you in town and not be able to talk to you. Touch you. Kiss you. Just be near you and feel your warmth.” She continued stroking your cheek, and stared at you with those deep blue eyes. You swore you were swimming in her deepest and most sacred chambers when she looked at you like that, and oh how you had missed it. 

“Come here, let me hold you. I know you can’t stay long, but it will at least make up for our lost time a bit.” She leaned into your arms and rested her head under your chin. You stroked her back and she sighed. You could tell that she already felt safer, warmer and more comfortable by the way she rested her hand on your thigh, just to make sure that you were really there. 

“I have missed this so much. I have missed you so much. When I’m not with you, I don’t feel like myself. It’s like a part of me is missing, and there is no one else that could ever fill that space. You have become so important to me, and it is just as important to me that you know that.” She looked up at you and you smiled at her before kissing her and gave her a reassuring look. 

“I have missed you too, Larissa. So much. And I feel the same way. I never thought I would become this attached to someone as I have become with you. But I also like the feeling, even though I have to miss you every now and then. It makes these moments so much more special.” you stroked her hair and kissed her forehead before wrapping your arms tight around her. 

“Y/N, will you please take me to bed? I have missed your touch so much. I have been thinking about you every night and I need you to use me.” She looked at you with begging eyes, and you nodded before you took her hand and led her to your bedroom.

She leaned down to kiss you and you swiftly opened the zipper on her dress. You wanted to take your time, but you knew she couldn’t stay the night and truthfully you had missed her too much. You skilfully pulled down her dress and unclasped her bra, making her shiver at your touch. You bit her lip and she let out a low moan, making you smile. 

“Be a good girl and lie down and remove your panties for me, Larissa.” You looked at her with a sly look, and the sight of her almost naked body was intoxicating. You stood there staring at her, just drinking in the sight of her body so you could save a mental image of her looking so beautiful on her back for you.

She gave you an innocent look while maintaining eye contact with you, knowing how much it turned you on. “Miss, I have a request, if I may?” She always had a certain seductiveness lurking in her voice, despite sounding soft and gentle whenever she wanted to ask you something in these settings.

“Yes, Larissa?” You stood there looking at her, anticipating her request and you already knew you’d like it. 

“Please let me touch myself for you, miss. I want you to watch me warm myself up for you before you use me.” Her request sent shivers down your spine.She loved touching herself for you, almost as much as you loved watching her. 

“You may touch yourself, darling.” You sat down, impatiently awaiting the show she was about to give you. 

She let her hand wander down from her neck, over her breasts and down her waist. She then spread her legs, and you could already tell how wet she was. Her fingers started circling her clit slowly while her other hand pinched her nipple, making her gasp. Her fingers went faster and her moans got louder. Watching her touch herself like this made you want to take over, but you also enjoyed it when she made herself cum. It reminded you that this is what she looks like when her thoughts wander and she’s not with you. This is what she looks like when she’s touching herself while thinking about you, about the things you do to her. You could tell that she was close by the way her breath started shivering, and she came with a loud moan while bucking her hips. 

“You are such a good girl for me, Larissa. You just love to please me, don’t you?” You moved towards the bed while undressing yourself and she nodded.

“Use your words. You know better than this.” You snarled at her and gave her a stern look.

“Please forgive me, miss. Yes, I love to please you, and I am trying my best to do a good job. I am sorry for slipping up.” She looked away, and you loved it when she showed you that she knows her place in the bedroom. You always treated her with respect, but she would always be submissive to you. 

“That’s better. Now, spread your legs wider for me. Show me how wet you made yourself for me.” You sat down at the end of the bed and watched her spread her legs more. She wanted her to look, and you knew how much she enjoyed it. 

You leaned forward and let your fingers slide up her slit while staring into her eyes. She was desperate for you to use her. Desperate for you to make her yours, as you did over and over again every single time you were together. You slowly slid two fingers in, making her let out a deep groan. You started fucking her slowly, knowing how frustrated it made her. She tried meeting your movements but you stopped enough for her to know that you were in charge of her pleasure. 

“Beg.” You loved hearing her begging, knowing how needy she was for you to pick up the pace.

“Please, miss. Please fuck me harder. Please fuck me until I can’t hold back. I need to feel used like the whore I am for you.” Her voice was shaky and desperate. 

You added another finger and picked up the pace slightly, feeling how her walls clenched around your fingers. She spread her even more, inviting you deeper. You shifted position and started fucking her harder, making her clench the sheets and arch her back. You knew you had hit her magic spot when her breathing got more erratic, her moans got louder and her hands clenched the sheets even harder. 

You smiled to yourself and continued in the same steady pace until she came with a loud scream, clenching even tighter around your fingers. “I’m not done with you yet.” You smiled before you sank down between her legs, kissing her inner thigh before your tongue started circling her clit. Usually, you loved taking your time with her, torturing her before you devoured her, but you were so starved of her taste you couldn’t wait. You lapped up her arousal and she was already moaning uncontrollably. Her taste was so intoxicating, making you feel like you could never get enough of her. You could feel how she was so wet it was running from her, and you let your tongue slide up her slit to take in even more of her. You grabbed her thighs and pulled herself closer, holding her still as she started to squirm. Your tongue worked faster and harder when you realised she was getting closer and she suddenly came, sending yet another warm wave of arousal into your mouth. You eagerly licked it up, knowing she would cum again if you continued like this. She whimpered as she came again, but you knew you needed more. You let her calm down while you got up and walked over to the drawer.

She knew what was coming and she had learned exactly what to do. You picked up the harness and fastened it, and as you turned around she had already turned around and was on all fours, facing the headboard.

“You know your place so well, Larissa. You are such a good slut for me.” You positioned yourself behind her, teasing her with the strap. You spanked her as she tried to push herself onto it, once again reminding her that she is in no way in charge here. After teasing her, you slipped it in slowly, letting her adjust to it. She let out the most delicious moan you had ever heard as you bottomed her out, and you started thrusting harder. You grabbed her hips and she gasped when you started fucking her deeper. 

“Oh, I-I love feeling so used, miss. You feel so good inside me.” Her voice sounded even more needy, and you loved that you had brought out this dirty side of this otherwise sophisticated and upper class lady. You continued fucking her raw, hard and deep, making her moan out loud with every thrust. You knew she was close so you maintained the same pace until you tipped her over the edge and she threw her head back in an explosive orgasm making her collapse on the bed. You pulled out and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder.

“Just stay here, darling. I’ll clean you up.” You went to the bathroom to fetch a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her up. She was still collapsed on the bed and you chuckled before kissing her. 

“You really wear me out, and I love every second of it, Y/N. You make me feel so good.” She looked at you and blushed. You knew she meant it, and that meant the world to you. It secretly killed you that she couldn’t stay, but you valued every second you got to spend with her. 

“I’d do it every night if I could, Larissa. You’re a goddess, and I’d worship you every second of every day if I could.” You kissed her and gently caressed her cheek. A small touch or a simple kiss on the forehead meant the world to her, you knew that by the way she would always smile afterwards. 

She started getting dressed, and the moment you always dreaded was here. You both knew it was coming and you didn’t speak of it. It had to be like this, but you chose not to ask her to stay because you know it also made it harder for her. You put on a pair of pyjamas and gave her a gentle smile, reminding her that you’d be exactly where you are waiting for her. You always did this to reassure her, to make her feel less bad about leaving because she disliked it just as much as you. You followed her downstairs and helped her with her coat. You stood there just staring into each other's eyes, wishing it didn’t have to be like this.

“Thank you for tonight, Larissa. Thank you for spending the evening with me. It has been wonderful, and I can’t wait to see you again.” You kissed her hand and she leaned down to give you one last kiss for the evening.

“I’ll try to keep in touch, Y/N. I won’t let this happen again, I can’t stand missing you like I did these last few weeks.” She gave you a gentle smile before opening the door. 

You both stood there in shock when you saw him. Completely paralysed, unable to speak or think. 

“I was hoping the rumours weren’t true, but I should have known. Do you have any idea what this will do to my reputation? You know damn well how important I am in this town. You’re coming with me now. Our marriage might not be perfect, but I won’t let an affair ruin my image.” Her husband was furious. You were afraid he might harm her, but she looked at you to reassure you. You knew you couldn’t stop this no matter what you did. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” She turned around and walked to his car. She got in, and they left. You felt sick to your stomach. How the hell did he find out? You had been careful. You always made sure no one saw anything, but someone must have seen you. It was as if your heart sank. Your chest felt heavy, yet empty at the same time. It felt so tight, you could barely breathe and you just sank to the floor. Now that you finally got her back, even if it was just after a few weeks away from her. You couldn’t stand the idea of losing her. Not now. Not her. Would you never see Larissa again? Was this how it would end?

[swimmingismywholelife]

What Kind of Future

Summary: You reflect on your relationship with Christian and wonder where it all went wrong.

Warning: All the angst bc I'm sad, heartbreak if that counts as a warning

Word Count: 3.3K

A/N: This was inspired by the song "What Kind of Future" by Woozi. Even though the song is in Korean, I would HIGHLY recommend you read the English translation bc it's honestly just pure poetry. This is lowkey me projecting my own heartbreak into my writing and honestly it physically pained me to write this so now I've decided to make all of you sad too okay sorry bye

"What kind of future is to come before us?

Even if the Heavens don't give us an answer

Until the end, I'm too stupid

So I don't know the answer."

You were cleaning your apartment, getting ready for the move. London had been an incredible adventure, and you couldn't have asked for a better experience. But sadly, you knew that your time in the beautiful city was coming to an end.

As you packed, you stumbled across a box, hidden deep in your closet. You had put away almost 2 years ago, completely forgetting about its existence. You knew what it was, which was exactly why you'd put it away in the first place. You wanted to suppress those memories as best as you could. But in the spirit of letting go and moving on, you decided to open it regardless of what you knew would follow. And as you opened box, all the memories came flooding back to you.

You had been studying at a café with your roommate (Y/R/N) when your other friend Y/F/N came over to you, followed by a man you'd never seen before. Your two friends had accidentally swapped notebooks, so you'd agreed to meet at the café. The man with Y/F/N looked around awkwardly as she greeted you excitedly, clearly indicating that she'd dragged the poor guy along.

"Y/N, Y/R/M! This is Christian, the American on the team I'd been telling you about!" Y/F/N exclaimed as the two girls swapped notebooks.

Y/F/N was doing her internship as a photographer for Chelsea FC. Due to the nature of her work,  she'd gotten pretty close with the players. You felt like you knew them personally based on how much she talked about them.

But the player she seemed to talk about most was Christian Pulisic, the American hero of football. The two of you had that in common; just two Americans who made the big move to London to chase their dreams. The moment she met Christian, she knew that the two of you would get along swimmingly. And when he offered to give her a ride to practice that morning, she jumped at the opportunity to introduce you.

"Hey, I'm Christian. It's nice to meet you," he said kindly. 

Christian was beautiful. Of course you knew that. You'd been to several Chelsea games to support your friend, and he was always the one to catch your eye. You secretly admired him from afar, too shy to actually approach him first.

"Christian. Aren't you the one who spilled a coffee onto her shirt?" you asked teasingly, referring to the instance when Christian completely drenched Y/F/N's shirt in coffee on her first day. Even though her shirt was ruined, she'd called you afterwards to excitedly tell you about how she'd met the famous Christian Pulisic.

Christian flushed in embarrassment, attempting to hide behind the photographer. He'd seen around, and he always thought you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The sunlight shone through the window of the café, making you glow like an angel. You'd taken his breath away before ever speaking to him, and this was not how he wanted his first impression to go.

"It's okay, I'm pretty clumsy too. Plus I'm sure Y/F/N did something to deserve it in the end," you smirked, making Christian chuckle.

"Wow," Y/F/N scoffed. "I've been trying to hype up this friendship for weeks and suddenly I regret my life choices. I didn't come here to be slandered so now we're leaving before you can start ganging up on me. Come on, Christian. We've gotta get you to practice."

He waved awkwardly before following Y/F/N. But not before making eye contact with you, making you blush lightly.

You returned to your studying, but you found it hard to concentrate with the soft chuckle of the American boy still ringing in your eyes.

"He was cute," you said absentmindedly, turning a page in your textbook.

Y/R/N smirked at you knowingly.

"Oh come on! I just said he was cute," you said defensively, trying to ignore the butterflies that began to form in your stomach. "It's not like anything is gonna come of it."

You took a deep breath as you stared at one of the polaroids you and Christian had taken together. Oh, how naïve you were. Those words couldn't have been more wrong. By the year's end, Christian would become one of the most important people in your life. Y/N of the past would've laughed in your face at the thought, but she was unaware of the reality that was yet to come.

You and Christian were sat on the sofa in your living room watching Tangled together. The two of you hit it off, just as Y/F/N suspected. After that day in the café, you found yourself wanting to get to know Christian and spend as much time with him as possible. Although your schedules were busy, him with practice and you with school, you always made time for each other. The more you got to know him, the more you started to really like him. 

Honestly, it confused you. You had crushes in the past, but Christian was truly something different, and you couldn't say you'd felt this way before. For weeks you contemplated your feelings, wanting to make sure that Christian was someone you genuinely wanted to let into your heart. And as your friendship developed even deeper, you thought to yourself, 'Wow. I could really fall in love with this man if I let myself.'

You hadn't been feeling so well and Y/R/N had already made plans with her boyfriend, leaving you alone in the apartment. The moment you mentioned it to Christian, he'd rushed over, snacks in hand for a movie night. He didn't hesitate despite knowing that he had an early morning practice the next day. To him, that didn't matter. What mattered most was knowing that you were okay.

And so it was just the two of you hanging out and cuddling on your couch, enjoying each other's presence. The warmth radiating off Christian made you feel the slightest bit better, and you were more than happy to be so close to him. It melted your heart to know how much he cared about you, making it even harder for you not to fall for him.

As the movie progressed, you felt Christian reach for your hand, hesitating a bit. He carefully intertwined your fingers together, not wanting to make you uncomfortable and unsure if you would pull away. You only blushed and tightened his grip in yours, cuddling into him more. He let out a sigh of relief as he held you closer to him.

And with the feeling of his hand in yours, you'd made up your mind in that moment. You would let yourself fall for Christian Pulisic. You couldn't really explain it, but something in your heart told you that he would be worth letting in. So you decided to trust in your heart, fully embracing the fact that you genuinely wanted something more with Christian.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked you once the movie ended, sitting up.

"Kind of," you responded, also sitting up slightly. "My head still hurts a lot. I don't think I'm getting sick but something just feels off you know?" 

Christian let go of your hand and instead placed it on your forehead, trying to feel your temperature. And as he did so, he got closer to your face. You were mere inches away from each other, the tension suddenly increasing in the room. Your eyes flickered to his lips ever so slightly, but you were afraid to make any movements. Was this your chance? Should you say something? Should you do something? 

But you didn't have to do anything. Christian took the opportunity to make a move, kissing you softly. It surprised you, but you didn't push away. You just kissed him back slowly, getting lost in the moment.

One thing you never understood in movies and books was that feeling people always described when kissing someone. Butterflies, fireworks, a bomb going off in their stomachs. It just didn't make any sense to you. Kissing was just kissing. Lips just touching lips. How could something so simple cause such a reaction? How could it be the catalyst for the best love stories ever created? You just didn't understand it.

That was until it was Christian Pulisic's lips that touched yours. And suddenly, you understood what those descriptions were talking about. He wasn't your first, but it was truly the first time you'd ever felt like this about a kiss. Butterflies, fireworks, a bomb going off in your stomach. It was right here, right now, happening to you. There weren't any words in any language that could describe how that kiss made you feel, nor were there any words to describe just how one little kiss would impact your life forever.

When he pulled away, all you two could do was laugh before he kissed you again with more certainty. And from that day forward, you knew that your heart belonged to him.

Your heart felt heavy as you combed through the keepsakes you had collected from your relationship with Christian over the years. A keychain with your name on it that he found at a local shop, his favorite t-shirt, a stuffed bee his sister had given to him as a child. All symbols of how much he cared for you, how much he trusted you, how much he loved you. But you faltered when you picked out a small ring in the small pile. Your fingers ran over the initials engraved in the band gently, and you finally let the tears begin to fall.

Your head was on Christian's chest as he held you. Late night talks were always one of your favorite parts of the relationship. You could talk about anything and everything that came to your mind. There was never any judgement, and you were never afraid to be unapologetically you with Christian. 

"Do you believe there's a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone?" you hesitantly asked him.

Christian gently ran his fingers through your hair as he held you a little tighter.

"Depends. What do you think?"

"I think,"  you started, "that loving someone means you accept them for who they are. But being in love with someone means you love them with every part of your existence. You love with the deepest depths of your soul. And you fully well know that being in love with someone means you're completely and totally vulnerable with them. If things go wrong, they could destroy you in a single instant."

You stopped before moving your head to hide your face a little.

"But being in love with someone means that regardless of what could happen in the end, you decide that the risk of getting your heart broken is worth it anyway."

"That's really deep, Y/N," he chuckled still stroking your hair, "but I totally agree. Love isn't really an emotion. It's a state of mind. And once you love someone, you give a part of yourself that you won't ever get back. But you'll always find yourself loving them no matter the outcome. Being in love is you fully surrendering yourself to that idea with no hesitation and no regrets. It's all or nothing."

You took a deep breath at his words, your heartbeat beginning to race against the thoughts in your head. You suddenly felt everything all at once, and you were afraid of what would happen if you fully admitted your thoughts to Christian.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" he asked, shifting his head to better look at you. Of course he could tell something was going on. He always knew. You only hid your face further into his chest, trying to pretend like the feelings weren't there.

"I'm afraid to say it," you answered meekly.

"Hey." He gently took your face into his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes tried to look everywhere but his, but his gaze was too strong.

"It's just me. You don't ever have to be afraid to tell me anything okay?"

You looked deeply into his eyes, all of your worries slip away. You saw nothing but love in his eyes and you just knew. You knew that no matter what happened in the future, you could do anything with Christian by your side. You knew you would be okay in the end. And you knew that it was time to accept what your heart longed for.

"I'm in love with you Christian Pulisic."

He kissed your forehead and held you even tighter.

"I'm in love with you too Y/N Y/L/N."

And as the two of you kissed underneath the moonlight peaking through the curtains, two souls intertwined to become one.

Christian wasn't your first boyfriend. Technically, he wasn't even your first love. But Christian was the first true love you'd ever had. He was the first person you could see a genuine future with. You would permanently move to live with him wherever his career took him next. You would marry him in the church of your hometown surrounded by all your friends and family. You would have a few kids together, often brainstorming ideas for names that would sound good with your new last name. You would support him throughout his football career, and even after his retirement, you would be by his side with whatever he decided to do next. And in turn, he would support you in everything you do. Life was uncertain, but Christian was that the anchor that kept you still when the world seemed to crumble around you. You wanted everything life had to offer, and you wanted it all with him.

The two of you had been arguing for weeks. Something was wrong. No matter how many times you tried to discuss things and fix it, you always seemed to be going in circles. The same arguments kept popping up, and you felt more and more frustrated as time went on. Sometimes you wondered if this relationship was even worth fighting for anymore.

"No matter what I do, it just doesn't seem to be enough for you." Christian's voice was shaking as he spoke. He wanted to fix this just as much as you did. The last thing he wanted to do was let you go. He had come over wanting to smooth things over, but all it did was escalate the situation further.

Nothing could have prepared you for what he would say next.

"And so, I think it's best if we split ways."

You felt your heart shatter. Your world was collapsing around you. Surely this was a misunderstanding right? Surely he didn't mean it.

"What?" you asked weakly.

"I can't be what you need anymore. You know that. I know that. It's not working anymore."

Your heart shattered a little more.

"God no, please don't do this Christian," you begged, tears running down your cheeks. "What can we do to fix this?"

"I'm sorry Y/N, but there's nothing we can do anymore," he shook his head. "We've tried everything, and it's just not working."

You knew he loved you. You knew this was hurting him as much as it was hurting you. Surely you could convince him to stay? Right?

"Please don't do this Christian! Please I'll do anything! I'll be better I promise just please don't say that! Give us another chance to fix it! We can still fix this! Please Christian, please!"

He looked into your eyes like he always did. But this time, there was no love. There was only pain, heartbreak, and the feeling of his soul letting go of yours.

"I'm not changing my mind about this. I'm sorry."

He decided that this was the best time for him to leave. Right before he closed the door behind him, he looked at you one final time. He knew he needed to be the strong one right now, holding your gaze for one final time. He needed to be strong in front of you because the moment he walked out that night, your world fell apart. You collapsed to the ground, holding your chest as you sobbed harder than you'd ever done before.

You'd always known heartbreak would hurt. But you finally understood why your friends were so crippled when they went through a break up. There weren't any words that could describe what you felt in the days following. The best was to say that your soul was ripping itself apart, almost as if it was trying to rewrite the very idea of you out of existence. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't eat, you couldn't sleep. Time stopped as the flow of tears seemed never ending. You only seemed to cry harder as each moment passed, the basin of your tears never running dry. Your thoughts wouldn't stop running and your body felt weak. You prayed that you would start to feel numb so you could no longer feel the pain. Emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually you were broken. And the only one who could fix it was the very one to cause it in the first place.

Christian was right. When you fall in love with someone, you give a part of yourself you'll never get back. When he walked out that night, he left with a piece of you that you didn't even know existed until it was already broken Even though you knew it hurt him too, you couldn't help but be angry with him. Why had he given up so easily? What could you have done to make him stay? Why weren't you enough for him to stay? Where did everything go wrong?

You hadn't spoken really since the break up. Christian had quickly become one of the most important people in your life. He was one of the only constants as you tried to navigate your turbulent little world.

Now you were strangers again. Part of you wished Y/F/N had never introduced you that fateful day in the café. It would've spared you the hurt you'd felt. But how could you have known such an innocent meeting would turn into a life changing event?

You knew you were never truly going to recover from this. Christian Pulisic would be synonymous with love, but also with pain. And as you moved on with your life, a part of your heart would remain in London, the memories of your relationship with it. 

You wiped away the tears as best as you could and closed the lid of the box. You carefully packed it with the rest of your stuff, not wanting it to be damaged during the move. Despite what happened, it was still something you cared for, just as you still deeply cared for Christian.

It was love that brought you happiness. But it was also love that destroyed you in the end. And yet, you would do it all over again if it meant having Christian. The love that the two of you shared was more than worth the extreme pain that followed. If years of pain meant that you could have Christian even just for a little bit longer, you would endure it. Being able to call yourself his, even if just for a tiny portion of your life, was truly an honor and a blessing that you would never take for granted.

You didn't know what the future held in store for the two of you. You didn't know if you would ever see him again. You didn't know if you could even be in each other's lives anymore. And maybe you would never know the answers you so desperately searched for. But in your heart you knew that in every universe, in every lifetime, you would always choose Christian Pulisic, no matter the outcome.

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[hello-nichya-here]

https://www.tumblr.com/mostly-mundane-atla/710894569738387456/this-sounds-pretty-accurate-but-there-is-another what do u think ??

Okay, here are the bits I agree with:

1 - Some Azula fans are trying way too damn hard to make her a "Girlboss" that never did anything wrong. This is legitimatelly something I have seen happen A LOT lately and it gets on my nerves SO BAD.

2 - Some Azula fans focus a just a little bit too much on the sad aspects of her character/story, mainly her loneliness and how she felt nobody loved her (Note: I'm being generous here because most of the time people bring that to remind me people that, no, just because she was the favorite child of an ABUSIVE parent it doesn't mean that her life was easy, but I HAVE seen the "character sad, therefore character good" a few times).

The stuff that I don't agree with it AT ALL:

1 - "Cersei Lannister is a character that is like Azula." No. Just no. I know the fandom likes to joke about some simmilarities between both shows or borrow elements from that story to our fanfics, but Avatar is not Game Of Thrones, and Azula is not Cersei. Their personalities are not that simmilar, nor their family situations. Cersei is far more reckless, blood thirsty, downright vile ADULT WOMAN, she never got a single shred of respect from her father or ANYONE, and her main way of manipulating people is to go the Femme Fatale route and seduce them. Not at all like the pragmatic (but not sadistic), prodigious, awkward princess that can't flirt to save her life and that everyone respects/fears. Even the whole "When you play the Game Of Thrones, you win or you die" doesn't really apply because Cersei sacrificed nearly everything to remain the queen, while Azula literally brought Zuko back home, making him the heir to the throne again. They. Are. Not. The. Same. (I won't get into the other characters mentioned because I don't know who they are)

2 - "Azula isn't that well written" Unless we're considering the comics, in which EVERYONE was poorly written, I'm gonna die on the hill that this is just wrong. Azula was not redeemed, yes, and Bryke seems to not understand her, but the way her story and arc went in the show makes perfect logical sense to me - I just don't think that's where or how it should end. We can argue over whether her story is finished, not on if she's well-written character and a deliberately sympathetic villain that was also REALLY good at being a villain.

3 - "Azula doesn't have a lot going on" Bullshit. Regardless of redemption or not, Azula IS a complex character - yes, even if she is the villain of a Nickelodeon cartoon (WEIRD argument to claim she can't be that deep - this is literally a show about war, genocide and abusive families, which is why it stood out to people because NOBODY expected Nick to go there). We literally see her having a mental breakdown after years of abuse, indoctrination and VERY bad decisions that ruined every relationship she had finally caught up with her. I consider this a lot, just like I consider things like waking up one day and finding out EVERYONE you knew and loved has been gone for a hundred years or dealing with the fact your father is an abusive piece of shit that is totally okay with disfiguring and banishing you because you dared to speak out of turn. For fuck's sake, the existence of The Beach as an episode proves this claim wrong because the whole point of that episode is "These villainous Fire Nation teens have some hidden depths."

4 - "There are better stories with better/more complex characters" Again, weird argument. I think Beauty And The Beast is the best Disney movie and that Mulan is the best disney princess, but I still adore Snow White despite her story being VERY simple. And even though I like these stories that all have endings, I like the dark fantasy and heavy on politics story of Game Of Thrones - and even though I think the books are better, I still like the first half of the show despite the changes made to the story. This is not a "Either this or that" situation. You can think something isn't perfect or deep and STILL like it.

5 - "She's not a real person, she's a character on a show therefore her not needing to 'deserve' redemption is irrevelant because what matters is what benefits the story and Azula's redemption wouldn't do that" Really? You're pulling that shit? In a show like ATLA? The show that said "Everyone is capable of great good and great evil"? The show that repeatedly says "Friendship and kindness are going to save the day?"? The show that had one of the bad guys redeem himself by befriending the good guys and visiting his abusive father in jail and saying "Maybe this will make you have a change of heart?" THIS show would not benefit or stay consistent to it's themes if the villain that desperately craves love and validation learned that the way she tried to get these things was wrong and started being a better person who'd eventually be healthy, loved and accepted? Give me a break.