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zoela23 · 2 years ago

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This week in COMM 440 we learned about Facebook. We read three articles about the social media site as well as watched a two part special from PBS.

One Name to Rule Them All: Facebook's Identity Problem, the most recent of the articles came out in 2014. While the internet environment can change quickly the article brings up a belief still held by some on the internet. One Name to Rule Them All starts by talking about Facebook’s apology to drag queens who had their accounts suspended. The drag queens’ accounts got suspended for failing to use their “real names”. Facebook claimed that these actions were a part of an effort to cut down on anonymous harassment and other underhanded behavior. Others claim that Facebook wants accounts condensed to one account under one real name to better gather data on the account holder.

I’ll get back to the data tracking later, right now I want to focus on multiple accounts. There are multiple reasons why someone would have multiple accounts on the same website. They might want an account separate from their real names so employers can’t judge how they behave outside of a professional setting. Others might be setting up a project of some kind and want to prevent it from getting buried under personal posts, or burying personal posts. Or they could simply want to devote a single account to a single topic that would otherwise overshadow everything else. I have two tumblr blogs myself, this one for COMM 440 and a personal account.

Despite having valid reasons for having multiple accounts Facebook is still against it. Some might say not using your real identity on the internet is dishonest, and that it makes it easier to cause problems. One Name to Rule Them All offers a simple solution to Facebook’s problems identifying perpetrators and still let people have their anonymity, by linking accounts together in a way that only Facebook can see. Given that no effort has been made to preserve anonymity it can be assumed that Facebook implemented the “real name” rule to monitor account holders.

The next two articles are linked, The Atlantic's Is Facebook Making us Lonely? and Slate’s Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely. Both articles were released in April of 2012. Slate’s article is a response to the Atlantic’s article.

Is Facebook Making us Lonely? starts with the story of an actress who died alone in her home in front of a computer. The woman went so long without discovery her body was mummified by the time someone came around. The article goes through studies that they use to prove an increased sense of loneliness amongst Americans.

Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely opens with books about loneliness that rested amongst the best-sellers. They proceed to make the claim that fantasy built the new sense of loneliness. Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely quotes experts, tears apart studies, and breaks down facts that Is Facebook Making us Lonely? misrepresented.

I think that social media does make people lonely, just not in the way the articles insinuate. The claim Is Facebook Making us Lonely? makes is that people are lonelier because they’re supplementing relationships with relationships on social media. Facebook isn’t Making us Lonely refutes that by pointing out that the increasing loneliness presented in the older generation instead of the younger generation, who had been using Facebook more frequently. Social media leaves those not in the electronic loop out more effectively than any other technological advancement.

One day I was sitting in an English class. The teacher announces that there’s an event through the English Honors Society coming up and that we should follow the honor society’s Twitter to keep up to date on events, especially those who wish to join. I didn’t have a Twitter account at the time, I still don’t have an account. I joined the English Honors Society and participated in a few events, but I felt disconnected from the group. I was less aware of the events and didn’t know other members well. Several times I have been asked by classmates for social media accounts to coordinate meetups. When I tell them I don’t have an account with whichever social media site they mentioned they either change the plan or they keep me in the loop but don’t make any effort to include me in discussions.

There are plenty of reasons someone might not get a social media account. It could be that they aren’t computer savvy. Dealing with computers or figuring out superfluous programs could sound greatly unpleasant to them. Or they could oppose extra electronic time because they spend much of their time at work staring at screens and don’t want to look at them when they get home. They might lack consistent access to the internet making social media impractical. They might not know the right sight. Myspace used to be all the rage and now it’s dead. Facebook used to be where all the young people hung out. Nowadays young people avoid it because that’s what parents use. There could be a simple mistrust of the companies incharge of the social media sites. If someone meets any of these situations they’re left with limited social interactions because so many have moved to a quicker, easier system.

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The two part special, The Facebook Dilemma, talks about the company behind the social media site. In 2005 Facebook functioned as a directory for college kids. Pretty soon nearly every college student in the United States had an account. From there Facebook focused on growth. To encourage growth Facebook made some changes, one of which being the newsfeed.

I have never been on Facebook so I will explain their newsfeed based on what others have said. The newsfeed works off an algorithm to determine what you would like to see. The feed contains advertisements, articles, and fellow facebook users posts. The algorithm works off what’s popular and what you as an individual like. If you disagree with something it’s unlikely to show up on your feed. You end up with what many refer to as an echo chamber, where everything you see reaffirms your belfie whether you’re in the right or not. This echo chamber makes the unchecked fake news much more dangerous.

Fake news is news that’s completely made up or at least presented in a misleading way. The algorithm makes sure that the people who want to believe the fake news come across it. They then give it traction and suck in those who were on the fence on the topic.

The algorithm works by collecting data on a person. Any company that makes third party apps for Facebook can access this data on users. These companies only need to make one app for Facebook to get access to this data. Anyone could have made an app for Facebook. Facebook wasn’t through with their vetting process.

What excuse did Facebook give for these errors? It grew too fast. The growth was unchecked and they didn’t foresee the problems before they grew into mountains. They were the ones pushing the growth.

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This video was posted yesterday, half a decade after The Facebook Dilemma came out. Facebook has created a way to be more transparent with their ads. It tells what behavior prompted them to show particular ads. It also gives the user the option to respond to an ad.

The ability to respond to the ads is a trick to give companies more information. If you tell them that an ad is too targeted they now know their algorithm is working and that those are the kind of things you like. If you tell them the ad isn’t relevant they know their software needs some fine tuning and you don’t like it. Either way the company now knows more about you.

When we access social media sites we pay for it by watching or looking at ads. Companies make the ads worth more by targeting them to certain users. They create an environment where people want to share more information so they can better target ads. This situation needs to be addressed because social media isn’t going away and the longer these problems persist the harder they’ll be to fix.

#for school #fair warning it is long #facebook #Youtube

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death-of-a-ladies-man · 4 years ago

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I finally moved to London last month. I have terrible timing because I’m now unemployed in central London and in lock down lol. On the upside I’ve been getting lots of walking in and wandered by Pink Floyds Britannia row studio. I didn’t realise how close it was.

#i desperately need a job #i think i’ll make ot to new tear without one #hopfully it wont take that long #my life is a joke #because im not a citizen i get zero support #lol

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hookingminor · 3 years ago

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come back... be here (taylor’s version) - tyson jost

this is when the feeling sinks in I don't wanna miss you like this come back, be here

“How was your day?” Tyson’s voice came through muffled, sleep laced in his voice.

The team was all the way in New York right now, but with your own busy schedule, you hadn’t been able to squeeze your boyfriend in for a phone call until it was nine o’clock your time, which made it eleven for him and after a game that went into double OT.

“Long, but I’m sure it wasn’t as long as yours,” you said with a sigh. “I’m sorry for the late call.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Tyson said. “I always have time to call you. Besides, I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m the one missing your birthday tomorrow.”

The small smile on your face fell at the mention of your birthday, a bleak reminder that the only person you wanted to celebrate it with wasn’t home with you. It was a shame your one special day fell in the beginning of a two week roadie, but it was out of your hands. That was the sacrifice you made.

You didn’t want to be the one to bring Tyson down, though, so you added some extra merriment to your voice when you replied. “It’s okay. I know we’ll do something when you get back.” It was always ‘we’ll do something when you get back’ when it came to Tyson. Not that it was under his control, but it was always the case. Birthdays, holidays, big life events, dates, all of them had gotten pushed back at least once in your history of dating. But again, that was the sacrifice you made.

“We’ll do something amazing when I get back. Dinner, a movie, a museum date, romantic walk downtown, I’ll wake you up with breakfast and everything. A whole day just for you,” he promised. Well, he always knew what to say to cheer you up. “Now please stop being sad for my sake. I can hear it in your voice even when you think I can’t, and I hate thinking about you being sad. Especially because of me.”

“It’s not because of you,” you said, fiddling with the strings of your oversized Avalanche sweatshirt. Sometimes you had to spray his cologne on it when he was away too long.

“I know, but in a way it still is.” You couldn’t really argue with that. His job did take him away from you more often than you’d like. Way more often than you’d like.

“One of these days you’re just going to have to take me with you,” you mused lightheartedly.

“I’d pack you in my suitcase every time if I could. I hate not sleeping next to you.”

“Bed’s too cold without you,” you agreed. “And too big.”

“Ten more days, and I’ll be back, okay?” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he would only be back for a two-game homestand before he had to leave again, but it would only make him as sad as you were right now and that was the last thing you wanted.

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll be counting down the hours until then. I should probably let you get some sleep, I know you fly to Montreal early tomorrow.”

“I’ll call you when I land. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you repeated. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tyson said. “So much.”

“Have a cupcake tomorrow for me.”

“I will. I love you, and happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you. Goodnight.” And with that, you hung up.

Talking to Tyson sometimes made things worse than it did better, and even though his reassuring words had calmed you down a little bit, it didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t here next to you. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes the second you pressed ‘end call.’

About a minute passed before your phone was pinging again.

Tyson: If you’re crying like I think you are… please don’t. Otherwise I’ll cry and then my eyes will be puffy tomorrow and Comph will make fun of me and I don’t want that

A laugh was escaping your lips before you could stop yourself and you swiped away at the stray tears.

You: No tears here, I promise. Love you

You waited for his ‘love you too’ text to come in before you plugged your phone into its charger and settled yourself in for bed.

When the next morning came, you were awoken by incessant knocking on your front door. In your half-asleep state, you opened it to find two delivery men carrying a large bouquet in each hand and looking displeased at the amount of flowers clouding their line of sight as they dropped them unceremoniously onto your kitchen table.

Picking up the card tucked at the top of the roses, you already knew who it was from when you flipped it open.

happy birthday, baby. I love always and forever -T

#tyson jost #tyson jost imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #my writing #blurbs #avs17 #red tv blurbs

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thinger-strang · 3 years ago

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okay okay centerfold au (like....the song by the j geils band) where billy mas moved out and away from hawkins (he hasnt quite made it to california yet, hes not ready) and hes starting to let himself be gay and think gay thoughts and ya know indulge himself every so often

which obviously means he picks up a magazine from the back corner of the corner store he frequents

he does for something a little tamer, maybe throws in a few playboys just because hes nervous (which doesnt even matter because the cashier doesnt even spare the covers a glance once scanned)

gets home and eagerly flips through it, feeling excited that he can have gay porn out in the open in his living room without fearing for his life

hes mostly just idly looking through it, folding down a few corners of pages he'll revisit when hes in the mood, just kinda reveling in the freedom of it

until

he flips to the centerfold, the showcase, the main event and it's–

"steve?"

billy fucking drops the entire magazine, it lays open, teasing billy with those big brown eyes and tantalizing moles

its a good shot honestly, pretty tasteful, definitely not modest, but billy can appreciate the artful quality

of course not in this moment, in this moment billy is panicking?

who the hell told steve harrington he was allowed to do that?

billy finds himself staring at the photo; steve as the centerpiece, draped across several laps, being groped by way too many hands for billy's liking, steve's got a half hard cock in one hand, the other possessively wrapped around the thigh of a man standing next to him, everyone's sweaty and there's splatters of something all over everyone, and there's hard and soft dicks and muscular legs and soft bellies and flexing muscles but only one face

steve stares at the camera–at billy–with an enticing stare that seems to ask "what are you waiting for?" and the barest hint of a tongue pokes out–

billy cant look away but wants to tear his gaze away to anything else, he wants to memorize the page, he wants to burn it, he wants to frame it, he wishes it never existed, he wants to be in that room

billy thought he was over this silly crush on straight boy steve but heres he is, gripping another man's cock, letting another man's cock rest on his leg, letting other men hold him and touch him

it might be fine if billy hadn't seen steve in years, hadn't seen steve since he left that fucking hellhole behind but no, no!

steve harrington, the man who happened to be the centerfold of the one single gay magazine billy happened to pick up, was his upstairs neighbor

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billy stares at the ground as he stops to get his mail, hoping, praying, that he'll be lucky and not run into anyone on his way home

prayers not answered

"hey billy, i haven't seen you in a while, you doin' okay?" steve asks cheerfully as he wiggles his own mailbox open.

"yup, doing just fine, thanks for asking" billy slams his box shut and hurries to the elevator without running and jabs the close door button a hundred million times

"woah hang on, hold the door!" steve calls after him, juggling his mail and his groceries that billy somehow didn't notice

steve makes it

fuck

steve's blabbering on about.... something, billy can't hear a word he's saying, he focusing on thinking about anything other than–

sweaty

magazine

dick

nude

moles

dick

billy is begging for any thought, anything, to cross his mind, anything but that stupid centerfold

"hey are you sure you're okay?" steve asks in a far too nice voice

"i told you i'm fine, please just leave me alone?" billy grits out

"i thought we were past all that" steve says in a sad voice

billy sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose

"we are, i'm just having an off day, got this killer headache ya know?" he lies through his teeth

"oh okay, gotcha, i'll be quiet" steve mimes zipping up his mouth

why is that worse why is that hot?

it's billy's floor and he can't get into his apartment fast enough

pulls out his dick and jerks it a few times before cumming right there in his kitchen floor

///

things don't get better

at all

billy avoids steve like the plague, which it wasn't like hung out on the regular, but theyd chit chat in the elevator or say hi when passing each other

so it was just awkward when billy would see steve in the hallway and immediately turn the other way

so it's not that surprising to wake up on a saturday morning to angry pounding on his door

"i'm coming, i'm coming, hold your fucking horses" billy grumbles as he pulls on a shirt and walks to the door

yanks it open to find a grumpy steve with his hands on his hips

"what gives hargrove? you said we were fine yet avoid me any time we so much as make eye contact? did i do something?"

billy has not had enough sleep to handle this conversation

"no you didn't do anything, it's kinda hard to explain just–" billy opens up his door to invite steve in

steve shoulders past billy and plops onto the couch

"coffee?" billy asks as he rubs his eyes

"im good" steve bites out

great

billy rolls his eyes and gets busy making himself a pot, trying to figure out how to say this, what to even say that would make this remotely okay

"oh my god" steve gasps

"what?" billy groans

he turns around and sees steve holding the magazine, clutching it really, something close to horror drawn all over his face

billy left it out on the coffee table as some sort of sick twisted 'fuck you' to neil

"shit shit SHIT i can explain–"

"no no i get it, um... i think i'm going to go, just... yeah i'm sorry i'll just–"

and with that steve was gone

///

this is worse, so so so very much worse

they either need to talk about it or billy needs to fucking find a new apartment

billy comes home after a long day at work to find steve knocking at his door

"hey–"

"jesus christ you scared me!" steve jumps into the wall

"sorry i kinda... snuck up on you, what are you doing at my door?" billy adjusts his backpack

"i, um... i wanted to explain? or talk? i get why you were avoiding me, i honestly forgot that came out this month" steve is twelve shades of the prettiest blush billy has ever seen

"hang on, let's go inside, i don't really wanna talk about this in the hallway"

steve's shoulders relax and he pressed himself into the wall to let billy open his door

steve sits awkwardly on the couch as billy hang up his bag and jacket and starts taking off his boots

"i... don't really know where to start" steve chews on his bottom lip and fidgits with his fingers

"i'm gay" billy blurts out

"what?" steve laughs

"i mean, i have a gay porn magazine, you're all nervous, i figured i'd break the ice?" billy shrugs

steve laughs and looks ten times lighter

"those pictures are older, i did them to help pay some bills while i was inbetween jobs, it was for a smaller thing, a blog or something, i dunno, it payed good so i said yes, i was desperate"

steve tuns his hands through his hair and breathes

"the guy who took the pictures asked if i'd be okay with him selling them to a bigger magazine, he said i'd get half the profits so i said yes"

steve shrugs and looks out the window

"so you just... did it for the money?" billy asks

"yes and no, i'm gay–well not gay, i'm bi but i'm... into dudes and all that, but mostly just to pay the bills"

steve finally meets billy's gaze with an almost scared look but more of a 'what are you gunna do about it' look

a lot like the one in the magazine

"that's cool, pretty brave too" billy says casually and leans back into his chair

"yeah... i'm kinda scared my job is going to find out that my dick is all over a magazine" steve laughs nervously

"you'll be fine, if it helps, you'd make a killing as a porno model"

billy grins wickedly in steve's direction

steve tries to smile back but it turns into a grimace

"i don't think it's weird, by the way... and while i don't think my crush on you from high school has quite gone away, i'm not going to like, make a move ot try to do anything" billy nudges steve's toe with his own

"okay" steve smiles for real this time

"okay" billy smiles back

"you really had a crush on me in high school?" steve smirks

"oh god, yeah, it was so bad, i didn't know what to do so i was just... an ass!" billy laughs

steve laughs along too and it's just comfortable, more comfortable than they've been ever

"do you wanna go get dinner?" steve smiles lopsidedly

"what!"

"like a date, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"it won't be weird?" billy asks earnestly

"not unless you make it weird"

billy grins and stands

"then let's go on a date!" he hold out his hand an hauls steve up

///

they're walking in comfortable silence, bumping into each other's shoulders, trying to make the other drop their left over box

they get to billy's door and kean against it, very much in each other's space

"you wanna know a secret?" steve asks with a mischievous glint in his eye

"sure"

"i had a crush on you in high school too" steve smiles and rests his forehead against billy's

"oh yeah!" billy leans into steve's touch, their noses bumping

"hell yeah" steve closes the distance and presses a soft kiss into billy's lips

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!#harringrove #fic #my writings #lemons #yes but no but also yes #dont know where this came from GOOD NIGHT

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lunaekalenda · 3 years ago

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Hello anti🥺💕 I have a request for you (cuz ur amazing with ur ideas and writing) and please feel free to do this whenever u are free or if u cant I understand ✨ but could I ask for a fanfic (or any type) of Levi realizing that his girlfriend is going through a hard time such as lots of work to do, people being shit towards her and she bottles it all up. She does that cause she thinks it will just bother and annoy Levi with her problems (so she avoids talking about it as she thinks it’s not worth the extra trouble) and her life is messed up rn and slowly her smile is fading away ;( Levi later realizes that and tells his gf to just let it all out and they don’t want to and push him away (they don’t wanna see her weak cuz she is like a badass) but Levi won’t leave her side and that makes her cry like a lottt (she’s letting every tear out and that breaks Levi’s heart😭) cause no one has done that for her❤️ (I hope this request is alright and can it be like some sweet fluff but a bit of angst ahh I need that rn for my soul😭) ily lots and I am so happy ur tumblr is going well and I always look forward to what u write girl 🥺💕 have a GREAT day!

hii !! ofc omg :D i hope you like ot girl 💖🥺 i was listening to tabun by yoasobi

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He has been observing you for a time now. There's something wrong, he knows it. You don't smile as often as you did, your eyes seem off and your body language indicates there's something going on, and Levi needs to discover what's making feel bad to his girl. Also, you didn't talk about your work that much, and you remaint silent all the time. You don't even talk to him that much before sleep, and you're also sleeping too early to enjoy your man's treatments.

He keeps observing you now, while you're sitting in front of your laptop, your head on your hands and sighs escaping from your lips. Levi gets closer silently, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"Love, are you okay?" he asks. His hands make little pressures on your shoulders, something you silently thank getting closer to him. You sigh again and he leans on, his mouth meeting your ear. "What happens?" he asks, right before kissing it. You put your hands on top of his.

"I'm tired. Nothing more, love. Don't worry." you say. Oh, you know that didn't sound credible. And you know he isn't going to believe that. He sighs and makes you stand up, taking your hands and making you hug him. With your face buried there, on his neck, smelling his cologne and feeling his caress on your back. Levi sits on the couch nearly, and makes you sit on his lap. When he takes your face, making you look straight at him, he knows you're about to cry. The way his thumbs caress so sweetly your cheeks makes you melt. You don't deserve such an amazing man. Levi looks at you.

"You can tell me, hm?" he whispers. "You know I'm here for you, no matter what." you nod quietly. Levi shows and offers you a little smile. You don't want to seem weak in front of him, knowing how strong your man is. You take a deep breath.

"I don't want to be a burden to you." you say. You can't elevate your voice, you know you will cry if you do. Levi keeps caressing your humid cheeks, your legs on both sides of his hips. Levi sighs.

"You know you'll never be a burden to me, y/n." he says. His grey eyes are full of love and sincerity. He takes your hands quietly to your hips, pulling your body closer to his. "Now, do you want to talk about it?" he asks. You sigh again. You don't want to make him feel uncomfortable. But his eyes are fixed on yours, still there, looking at you with the most lovely gaze you've ever seen. You breath deep.

"I'm tired, Levi." you whisper, letting your forehead meet his neck again. Levi puts his hand on your head, caressing it quietly. "I just want to hide under the sheets and never go out." you say. All the situation, all the work, the stress, the people. It is overwhelming. Levi understands it. You've been working non-stop for a while now, and he knows it. He has been waiting for you in bed, hugging your cold body when you arrive, silently sleeping against your neck without being aware of the silent tears falling from your eyes. You feel how your chest moves with every sob, and Levi higs you stronger. He isn't going to ask yet, he wants you to breath and talk by yourself. After a couple minutes, you keep talking. "It seems as all my work is useless, that I'm just the one that works in that shit. People treat me as if I was an alien and they just keep putting their work on me because they have higher positions. I'm tired of being disrespected but I need that work." you cry. Levi's brain is experimenting new levels of violent thoughts. Why. Why someone has to make you feel bad? Why someone needs to make people feel like shit to feel good? Levi thinks he has to talk a little with your superiors.

But now, you're his priority. His heart breaks with every sob he hears from you and the tears on his neck are like poison to him. He doesn't like to see you like this.

"All that people..." he says. "I hope they found a cure for envy." the commentary Levi lets out makes you laugh. "They can't help it. They see you arriving to your workplace, all beautiful and powerful, with your precious hair and your fashion sense. With your perfect work and your way of walking that could make every single soul fall in love with you. With your precious and unique smile, that gives light to every place you enter. Your amazing personality. You're... You're so beautiful." Your sobs are now more evident.

Levi isn't a guy who usually opens about his feelings. But, knowing that he thinks all those things... It makes you happy. Suddenly, all the bad things you listened doesn't care that much. He loves you. And his love is enough to light up your days and your heart.

"I won't leave your side. It doesn't matter what people say and what that assholes want to say about my girl. I'll talk patiently to them and make sure they won't bother you again." his lips press against your head. "I love you, hm?"

You nod quietly, too emotional to talk, letting him know you love him too. You remain there, hugging Levi, his hands taking you against his chest, dry tears on your cheeks. Tiredness wins and you sleep against his chest, sleeping and resting well for once in that month. He knows you'll need time to feel better, but he won't leave you.

taglist <3: @riiza @dazaisusedbandages @levi-is-a-cutie @lazyezstudy @sassyjeankrs

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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Impure

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 4,557 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Priest kink, Religion, Confessional, Masturbation, Vaginal fingering, Oral sex, Unprotected sex, Somehow also sweet Summary: Hotch is a hot priest and steamy, smutty stuff happens. That's it, that's the fic. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published work. Link to A03 or read below! When Sophie Cortes moves to Whitehall, Virginia in the hopes of starting over, she expects it to be difficult. Removed completely from her family, her friends, the job she loved, and the only way of life she’s known for 28 years—it’s hard, and she prays for strength every day for a week before she passes a small Catholic church on her way to the post office. She hadn’t noticed it before, and she smiles, makes a vow to attend mass the following Sunday, and feels for the first time in a long time like God might actually be on her side.

She feels that way for a very, very short time, because the moment she lays eyes on the priest—Father Aaron Hotchner, the sign by the door says—she realizes she’s doomed.

He is not at all what she’d expected in this sleepy, pseudo-Southern town, in that he is hot like burning: he’s in his forties, tall, and kind of beefy, actually, with arms that fill out his clerical shirt a little too well, and a handsome face, dark hair, a kind smile. She takes a seat in the back, the first week she attends, but when he looks out at the congregation, she feels like his eyes are on her and only her. It makes her sweat more than the July heat, and she wets her lips, feels every bit the sinner she is.

The second week isn’t any better, or the third, fourth, fifth. Each time, she enters hopeful and leaves a horny, desperate mess. The sixth week, she confesses.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been... a while since my last confession. I’m new to town—you probably haven’t even noticed me—and I’m trying to start a new life. I was taking a walk around the neighborhood, and I found your little church, and I thought maybe it was God’s way of trying to help me on my journey.”

“It was. He brought you here for a reason,” Father Hotchner says through the lattice of the confessional booth, and Sophie exhales, leans her head back.

“No, Father. It wasn’t God who led me here, it was the Devil himself.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because the moment I saw you standing there, tall, strong, your hands wrapped around the edges of the pulpit, I began having impure thoughts, and they haven’t gone away. The moment I step foot in those doors, my core aches; I try to rub discreetly against the pew for some relief, but there are too many people around me, so I just sit there, hot and swollen, dripping wet, listening to your voice. When I kneel, I kneel for you, not God.” She breathes slowly, in and out of her nose, tries to calm herself down. “You talk about sin, Father, and while you do my body begs for yours; sometimes you pause to swallow, and I watch your throat, and I wonder if that’s you feeling me wanting you.” He is quiet for a moment before speaking again.

“You are right: Lustful thoughts are the work of the Devil. But you can overcome them.”

“I can’t, Father. I’ve tried. I’ve prayed for God’s guidance. I’ve been coming here for six weeks, and each time I see you I crave the touch of your hand, your mouth on my body. I always leave quickly when your sermon is over, because if you saw me, flushed, my nipples hard, my eyes wide, you would know what I’ve been thinking, Father, and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You were made by God in His image. You couldn’t disappoint me.”

“It doesn’t disappoint you to know I’m thinking of it right now? Of how the only thing between us is this partition, and how if I could get into your lap, maybe I could rub myself to climax, feel your hands on my hips, urging me on, until we both come, here in His house? Because that’s all I can think about, Father.” Tears well up in her eyes, but his voice is soothing.

“That’s okay. It’s alright. I’m not disappointed. I can help you through this.”

“How? Please tell me how, Father. I’ll do anything.”

“First, I want you to recite the Act of Contrition each morning. I want you to talk to God and tell Him you’re sorry, and then I want you to forgive yourself.”

“Forgive myself?” The idea seems insane, after everything she’s confessed to him.

“Yes. You deserve compassion as a child of God. And you should give yourself credit, for despite the heat of your flesh, you haven’t acted on your impure thoughts. God will have mercy because of your resistance. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Father. Thank you, Father.”

“Good. May our Lord and God, Jesus Christ, through the grace and mercies of his love for humankind, forgive you all your transgressions. And I, an unworthy priest, by his power given me, forgive and absolve you from all your sins, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

“Amen.” Sophie leaves, and her hands are trembling. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession. I’m not sure you’ll remember me…” The priest shifts a little, Sophie can see it through the barrier that separates them.

“I remember you. Have you forgiven yourself? Have you spoken to God?”

“I’ve tried, Father. I’ve done my penance, I’ve prayed, but I’m still so weak. Today, I watched a bead of sweat drip down your neck, and I wanted to run my tongue over it, follow it into your clothes and taste you, warm and salty. I’m soaked and throbbing even now, just recalling how my body reacted. It hurts.” He swallows hard.

“I’m sorry you are in pain, both mental and physical. But with God, you are strong. With God, nothing is impossible. You will get through this.”

“I didn’t just have impure thoughts this week, Father. I—I touched myself, and I imagined it was your hand. Your fingers inside me, filling me. I came to the thought of you, Father. Will I be forgiven?”

“God forgives you, and I forgive you.” She closes her eyes tightly, sighs.

“Thank you, Father. What is my penance?”

“I want you to spend one hour a day sitting on your bed, completely still and silent. I want you to think of all of the blessings God has given you, all of the ways He has made you strong. I also want you to donate your hands to a good cause; you know the nursing home on Fifth Avenue is always looking for volunteers. Maybe, if your hands are occupied doing God’s work, the temptation to use them in an impure manner will leave you.”

“Thank you, Father. I will.”

“May our Lord and God, Jesus Christ, through the grace and mercies of his love for humankind, forgive you all your transgressions. And I, an unworthy priest, by his power given me, forgive and absolve you from all your sins, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

“Amen.” “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession.”

“Have you done your penance, my girl?”

“Yes, Father. I meditated and volunteered until I was so exhausted each night that I fell right to sleep.”

“And what was the outcome? Do you feel better?” She feels shame for what she is about to say.

“I didn’t think of you, but I dreamed of you.”

“What did you dream about?”

“I dreamed of laying beneath you, Father. I dreamed of being taken by you. I dreamed of you filling me up with come and whispering in my ear that it was God’s will.” The priest exhales deeply.

“Did you have the same dream every night?”

“No, Father. One night I dreamed of kneeling to pray, but then taking you into my mouth, performing an act of service on you. You came in my mouth and gave me five Hail Mary’s for worshipping at an altar that was not God’s.”

“Is there more?”

“Yes, Father. I dreamed of your head between my legs, tasting me. I called out your name in pleasure, and you held me tightly and pushed your tongue inside me until I cried, it felt so good. Then you spilled on my skin and—and praised me for fulfilling my duty to God.” His voice is soft when he responds.

“I think it may be time for private counseling.”

“Here at the church, Father?”

“Yes, with me. Once a week.”

“Father, I don’t know if—” She can barely look at him without moaning; how can he expect her to be counseled in his office, just feet from him… alone?

“Trust me. I will help you talk to God. We will find a way to remove these impure thoughts from your mind so you can live in God’s image as intended.”

“Yes, Father, thank you, Father.”

“Amen.” “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession.”

“You didn’t come to counseling.” He sounds disappointed, and she takes a trembling breath.

“No, Father. I’m sorry. You were giving communion, and I opened my mouth for you, and you placed the body of Christ on my tongue, and I… Forgive me, Father. I went into the bathroom and I touched myself. I couldn’t face you after that.”

“You touched yourself… here?” Shame makes her face heat, her eyes water.

“Yes, Father, I’m so sorry. I tried to resist, I did.”

“Did you have an orgasm?”

“Yes, Father. A strong one. That’s the closest you’ve gotten to me, and I couldn’t help the way my body reacted.”

“It’s okay. God forgives you, and I forgive you. Please come to counseling this week, no matter what.”

“Yes, Father. What is my penance?”

“Five Our Fathers, and I want you to wear a rubber band on your wrist and snap it every time you think of me. Maybe the pain will be a reminder to keep your thoughts pure.”

“I will, Father, thank you.”

“Amen.” “Father Hotchner. My name is Sophie Cortes, I…” He stands from his desk, nods stoically.

“I know. Please, have a seat,” he says, gesturing to two armchairs in the corner of the room, and when she perches on one, smoothing her sundress beneath her, he takes the other. His eyes linger on her legs, and she instantly feels shame for the way she’s dressed, even though she’d felt confident and beautiful when she left the house. “You’re here because of impure thoughts that won’t go away. We’ve tried meditation, and service, and praying, but nothing seems to be working. I see you’ve been wearing the rubber band.” He nods to her wrist, and she swallows.

“Yes, Father, but I’m sorry, it’s complicated things further.”

“How so?” he asks with a tilt of his head. It’s so much harder for her to concentrate now that she can see him, now that he’s more than just a shadowy figure in the confessional box. And so close...

“It turns out, I find pleasure in the sting. It’s made me imagine other pleasurable, painful things.”

“Such as?” She sighs deeply, feels dirty, hopes it won’t make him look at her differently.

“Receiving spanking as penance, Father. Your strong hands hitting my thighs and behind until I’m a panting, dripping mess, begging for God’s forgiveness, and yours.” He wets his lips, leans in a little closer.

“Do you think that would help?” She can smell his after-shave, just like she could at communion, and she shifts in her seat, crosses her legs.

“I don't think so, Father. I would… want you even more, afterward.” He nods, pushes a hand through his dark hair.

“I’ll admit, I’ve been struggling, trying to decide how to go about counseling you. I’ve thought of reading scripture to you...” She squeezes her legs together, knows that wouldn’t work. She would only be turned on more, and that’s part of why she feels so messed up in the head. “I’ve thought of kneeling beside you, praying with you, your hands in mine, so we can talk to God together.” Her breath comes quickly at the thought, and he shakes his head. “I don’t think any of that will solve your problem, though, do you?”

“I don’t know, Father. I don’t—I don’t think so.”

“I think there’s only one thing that will help you, Miss Cortes, and I want you to know I don’t recommend this lightly. I have spent many nights talking to God about you.”

“You have?”

“Yes. And I remembered that sometimes, rules aren’t one-size-fits-all. Sometimes, we are allowed to bend them, in the right circumstances, and I think this situation is one of those circumstances.” He sits back in his chair, and he’s breathing heavily too, she notices. “Come here.”

Her mind goes abruptly blank.

“Come… there?” she asks, and he swallows, nods.

“Yes. In my lap. If you want to.” She wants to—that’s the whole reason she’s here—and he’s telling her she can, so she stands, takes a shaky breath, and settles on his thighs. He runs his hands carefully over her legs, then up her arms, caresses her cheeks. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she answers, breathless, and he slides his hands down her throat, over her breasts, and she moans at the touch.

“I think the only way to resolve the problems you’re having, Miss Cortes, would be to satisfy you. To give you what you’ve been thinking of since the first time you entered my church. Do you want me to do that?”

“Yes, Father.” She closes her eyes, and he gently cups her breasts, squeezes them in his hands. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“Give me a Hail Mary,” he says, and she would do anything he asks in that tone of voice. She nods.

“Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee.” His hands move to her waist, and she sighs. “Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” His hands move to her thighs, and he pushes up her dress, rubs them up until his fingers meet the hem of her panties. She swallows hard. “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

“Amen. Another,” he instructs gently, and he rubs his fingers against the soaked crotch of her panties, earning a soft moan.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.” He pushes her panties to the side, his fingers gliding over her aching, wet heat, and she moans again, recites faster. “Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

“Amen,” he says, breathless. He guides a finger inside her and she skims her own hands along her body, trembles in his grasp. “Another.”

“Hail Mary Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb—Jesus,” she sighs, when he slips another finger inside, and his other hand rests on her ass, putting pressure there, encouraging her to move. She lifts her hips and sinks back down against his hand, and he wets his lips, blows out a long, measured breath.

“Keep going, Miss Cortes.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” She gasps, grips the arms of the chair with her fingers and rides his hand, looking down into his deep, dark eyes. He squeezes her ass.

“Good girl. I want you to come on my fingers. You’ve imagined them inside you—does this feel better?”

“Yes, Father.” She rides faster, moaning, and he fists her dress in his hand, lifts it so he can watch her take him in, which makes her shiver. “Oh, please.”

“What is it? What do you need?” he asks, dropping her dress to touch her cheek.

“Another finger, Father? Please?” His brow furrows, determined, and he adds another; she pumps her hips four times, whines, and comes, clutching his shirt at his shoulders. When she’s spent, she sags against him, panting, and he holds her close, rubs a hand up and down her back.

“That was perfect. You did exactly what I wanted. Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you, Father,” she murmurs, sitting up in his lap, and though she would love to kiss him, or run her fingers through his hair, she’s fairly certain that’s not what this is.

He offers her a tissue to clean up, slides his fingers out carefully and cleans them off as well, and she sits back in her own chair, legs crossed again. He looks at her seriously, leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“I hope that helps you, Miss Cortes. I know you don’t want to have those impure thoughts.”

“No, Father. Thank you, I… I hope so too.” He nods, takes her hands in his, closes his eyes.

“Amen.” He opens his eyes.

“I’ll take your confession Sunday, and then see you for counseling next week. We’ll see how you feel then.”

“Okay. Thank you again.” They both stand, and he walks her to the door; his eyes linger on her face, and she ducks her head, walks down the hall.

That night, she dreams of hands on her hips, holding her down, and helping her move. She wakes to a puddle in her panties. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.” She knows she sounds tired when she speaks, and he sighs at the sound of her voice.

“Tell me your sins, Miss Cortes,” he says low. She shivers.

“It didn’t work, Father. If anything, I think it made it worse. I dreamed of you again.”

“I dreamed of you, too.” She sits in silence, shocked, and her heart races. “Did you know I make house calls? For counseling. If a member of the congregation is in need.” She hums, shifts where she sits.

“I didn’t know that, Father. I might… I think that might help me. Will you have time tonight?”

“Yes. I can be there around seven, if that works for you. We can try again.” She gasps softly, presses her thighs together.

“Yes, please, Father.”

“Okay. Five Hail Mary’s for me, Miss Cortes. May our Lord and God, Jesus Christ, through the grace and mercies of his love for humankind, forgive you all your transgressions. And I, an unworthy priest, by his power given me, forgive and absolve you from all your sins, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”

“Amen.” When Father Hotchner arrives at her apartment that night, he looks like a completely different man—all because of his eyes. They are smoldering, stormy, and the way they sweep over her body when she invites him in, offers him coffee… It makes her mouth water.

She pours a cup for each of them, but they never get a chance to drink it, because he takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, passionately, leaving her breathless. When the kiss breaks, she walks them back to the bedroom, and his broad hands grope at her, pulling her dress over her head and tugging her close for another kiss.

“Sophie,” he murmurs, and she puts her hands on his belt, fingers on the clasp.

“Please, Father, may I?” He nods, kisses her again, and she opens it, then his pants, and he guides her back against the bed; he begins at her throat, kissing her hot and wet, and he trails his mouth down her body, over her breasts, her stomach, down to her panties. He mouths at her soaked core, and she moans, arches up off the bed. “Oh, yes.”

He looks up at her, eyes hooded with lust, and he guides her panties off, presses his lips against her pussy in a deep kiss. He flicks his tongue a little, so she’s squirming, whining, and then slides back up her body to lick at her throat. “You taste like sin,” he whispers in her ear, and the moan that passes her lips is pornographic and filthy.

“Forgive me, Father,” she pants in return, touching his throat while he kisses her, and his hands press hard against her waist.

“No need, my girl. This is what God wants—I wouldn’t have dreamed of you if it wasn’t.”

She’s not entirely sure that’s how it works, but she’s not about to argue, not when he’s crawling back down to eat her pussy like it’s a feast he can’t resist, his hands on her thighs spreading her open for a gentle but unrelenting tongue.

“Oh, yes. Yes, right there, please,” she whimpers, and when her hands fall to his shoulders, he picks them up and puts them on his head, encouraging her to tug at his hair. She tips her throat back, moans, and tightens her fingers there, so his tongue is focused just where she wants him, and when she comes she comes wildly, arching up off the bed and clutching his head and nearly screaming her pleasure.

He kisses a path back up her body while she catches her breath, sinking back against the bed, and his tongue in her mouth is hot and dirty, tasting of her. It makes her head swim.

“Can I press inside you, Sophie? Can I make love to you and come inside you like you dreamed?” Her eyes nearly roll back in her head.

“Oh, yes, please, Father.” He pushes down his underwear and takes his cock in hand, presses the wet head inside her slowly; her hands move to his waist, fisting in his shirt, pulling him close, and he groans deeply when he slides fully inside. He kisses her, messy, frantic, and begins thrusting.

“I knew you were sent for me the moment I saw you,” he pants, and she moves beneath him, eyes focused on his gorgeous face and the expressions he makes when he glides in and out of her. “It was the first time you came for mass—you thought I hadn’t noticed you, but you caught my attention on that first day and never let go.” He nibbles her throat, and she rubs her hands over his shoulder, his head, pulling his hair and urging him deeper. “The version of me you dreamed of was right, Sophie; this is God’s will.”

She moans, her head falling back, mouth open, eyes closed, so much pleasure rushing through her body it feels like she’s floating, and she holds him close while he comes inside her, while he moans her name.

They stay there, arms wrapped around each other, hands sweeping over their bodies, and he pulls her close for a series of slow, passionate kisses that make her hum.

When they shower together, he washes her body, his hands careful and reverent, and he helps her dry off just as gently, with a soft, pleased smile on his face.

“How are you feeling?” he asks when they climb back into bed, their limbs entwined, his hand smoothing over her back, and she smiles too, a little shy.

“I feel good, Father, though I am wondering if you make these particular kinds of house calls often.” He laughs lightly, brings his hand up to caress her cheek, and he presses his lips gently against hers.

“This is a house call I’ve never made before,” he assures her, and he sweeps his thumb over her lips. “And one I’ll never make for another woman, I can promise you.”

“Will you make more for me?” she asks, truly curious, and his face softens, he nods.

“Yes, for as long as you’ll let me. I find it hard to condemn our thoughts as merely lustful and impure when I also feel a tenderness for you that’s impossible to ignore. I think you are a gift for me,” he murmurs, kissing her, “and I trust that God has reasons for bringing us together the way He did.”

They lay together a little longer, touching and kissing, and she moans when he presses a hand against her ass.

“May I make a confession, Father?” she asks, licking her lips, and he nods, pulls her closer. “I had one dream I didn’t mention to you, and I would like to see if we can replicate it. Can you come again?” He grinds his hips against her, and she feels him stiff and hot, sighs against his shoulder.

“Anything for you, my girl. What did you dream?” With an innocent smile, she pulls him close, whispers in his ear, and he leans back far enough to roll her onto her stomach—taking her breath away—and press his cock into her. He props himself up on one hand, runs the other over her ass and hip as he pumps inside, and she is swiftly ready to come again, moaning and gripping the sheets.

“Yes, yes,” she whines, and she guides his hand to her breast, where they squeeze together. “Harder, Father, please,” she begs, and he drapes his body over top of hers, mouths at her shoulder, and pounds his hips against her, leaving her an eager, wanton mess.

“You are perfection personified. My gift from God,” he whispers, and when he leans down to kiss her neck, she grips his hair in her fingers, moans.

“If I’m yours, come inside me again so I never forget it.” His hips move faster, less rhythmically, and when he spills inside her, she shudders, comes too; his hands are gentle again while they come down, and for the first time since she set foot in Father Hotchner’s church, she actually feels satisfied.

The next time he gives her communion, she looks into his eyes and offers her mouth; she offers it again later, and she can safely say that she prefers his body to the body of Christ.

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babyboy-cody · 4 years ago

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unrequited (PART THREE)

PAIRING: Michael/Fem!Reader, Roman/Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When Michael leaves for a business meeting, Y/N finds comfort in Roman’s presence.

WARNINGS: michael being an absolutel dick, roman being an absolute sweetheart, subtle flirting, bad thoughts, brief anxiety attack

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

“What do you mean you’re leaving? It’s our anniversary this week, Michael. You expect me to celebrate alone?” You weakly protested as he hurriedly packed his bags without sparing you a glance. “I made plans for us..”

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. This is a very important business trip and I need to leave in ten minutes. I’m not going to coddle you and have you change my mind, sweetheart. It’s not that big a deal,” he huffs and rolls his eyes. “Where the hell did you put my ties?”

You sighed softly and went into the walk-in closet that had Michael’s clothes on one side and yours on the other. You reached into a box and opened the lid to show him the neatly folded ties. “They’re where they’ve always been, Michael,” you quietly told him. You crossed your arms over your stomach as a defense mechanism when he stalked closer to look inside the box. He never once laid a hand on you or Aurora, but just his presence makes you uneasy. You had never felt this way before until now when he stood a few inches away from you.

“You know I hate when you touch my shit, Y/N,” he snapped and grabbed more of his things and went back out to the bedroom to continue packing. “From now on, leave my things alone. Got it?” He stared you down, nearly burning a hole into your soul when you meekly nodded.

Almost on cue, Aurora started whimpering in the little monitor you kept on the dresser. You breathed out a sigh of relief and hurried out into the hall, walking down a few doors away and into the little angel’s room. She’s holding onto the bars of her crib, bouncing happily when she sees you. You cooed gently and picked her up, cradling her in your arms as you breathe in that baby scent.

“Hello, my love,” you gently told her and kissed her cheeks, relishing her quiet giggles as she grips onto your necklace. “Did you have a good rest, hm? Mama’s got some new fruits waiting for you.”

“I’m leaving,” you hear Michael’s voice from behind you, causing you to gasp and hold onto Aurora tightly as you turn to look at the emotionless man. “I’ll.. walk you out then.”

You both walked down the long spiral staircase while Aurora babbled incoherently, mumbling “mama” every now and then. You hushed her softly and kissed her head, loving the smell of the faint shampoo you used on her this morning. Michael opened the front door and sat his suitcases on the top step.

“I should be home on the 23rd. I expect everything to be the way I left it. Do not go into my office. I will find out, okay?” He stared at you with such intimidation that it made you feel uneasy. You hesitatingly nodded and leaned up to give his lips a kiss, but he subtly turned his head so your lips would kiss his cheek. You felt a pang in your heart and sucked in a shaky breath. Michael’s motion almost felt like a punch in your gut.

“Let me know when you land,” you softly told him and took back into your home, not looking at him as you hold onto the knob. “I love you, Michael.”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Y/N,” he tells you before picking up his suitcases and walking down the steps to the car waiting for him outside the gate.

You swallowed down a whimper as your eyes instantly filled with tears. Aurora whined quietly and looked up at you with a distressed look at the sight of seeing her mother so distraught and sad. You sniffled and shut the door gently, making sure it was locked before you pressed your back against it and finally letting the dam break. You’re not sure why it hurt so much after being so used to Michael’s actions. But not heating those words you so desperately needed from him was like a stab to your heart.

“Why?” You blubbered and shook your head at yourself. “W-Why?”

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It was almost midnight when you had put Aurora down for her sleep. You watched her for a few moments, not having the heart to leave her just yet. She was the only good thing out of your marriage. She keeps you busy - keeps you on your toes. With her rosy cheeks and soft eyelashes, you’re almost glad that she looks like a mini vision of yourself rather than Michael. With one last brush of your fingers on her stomach, you left the room with the baby monitor in your hand. Now, you were left in a house of silence.

You can hear your heart thumping loudly in your ears as you shallowly breathed in and out. You shakily walked down the steps while grasping tightly onto the banister. You went into the kitchen, your vision blurry from the overflowing of tears filling your eyes. You grasped onto the counter and slow sunk down to your knees, desperately pressing your back onto the cupboards behind you. There was a faint ringing in your ear and your hands trembled so viciously that it was hard for you to grasp onto your knees to keep you grounded.

“No, no, no, no,” you whispered to yourself and covered your ears as you rocked back and forth. Your fingers gripped onto your strands of hair. The burning pain of your roots being pulled was enough ot bring you back to a sense of calmness. You hiccuped and struggled to take in a steady breath. You counted to ten in your head and finally became aware of your senses. Five things you can see, four things you can physically feel, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, one thing you can taste.

Five things you can see - the smoky maroon cuboards, the freshly watered plants on the windowsill, the hanging kitchen lights, your bright red painted toenails, and the little pile of notes on the counter.

Four things you can physically feel - the cold tiled floor under your thighs, your hair tickling your shoulders, your fingers interlocked with each other, and a small tear rolling down your flushed cheek.

Three things you can hear - the kitchen clock quietly ticking, Aurora’s soft snores on the baby monitor, and the neighbor’s dog faintly barking across the street.

Two things you can smell - your rose water facial spray and the cleaning spray you used to wipe down the counters.

One thing you can taste - your strawberry lip balm.

Your frantic heartbeat steadied and you were able to breath again. Your rest your head back and breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth a few times. The tears have now dried and your hands were no longer shaky. Aurora’s snores still sounded on the monitor and you had a small smile as you imagiend her lips to be parted with a small dribble of spit on them. But then, that feeling of loneliness soon hit harder than before. You stood up with a small groan, an ache in your joints after sitting on the hard ground for a few minutes. You opened the drawer next to the fridge that held notepads, pens, tape, scissors, takeout menus, and written notes. Rifling deeper and further inside, you pulled out the familiar napkin that Roman had written his number on a few weeks ago.

You looked around the kitchen to find your phone, letting out a small noise of triumphwhen you spotted it amongst the numerous books you laid out. You nervously bit your lip and played with the locket around your neck. After dialing the numbers, you listened as it rung. You felt the nerves again in the pit of your stomach. You swallowed and was about to hang up when you heard his voice.

“Hello?” He asked on the other line.

“Um, is this Roman Godfrey?” You softly asked him.

“Who’s speaking?” He sternly asked, now more alert than before. “How did you get this number?”

Completely caught off guard, you choked up a response. “Um.. this is Y/N.. from the coffee shop? We met a few weeks ago, I’m so sorry for calling you this late.”

“Oh!” He eased up again, and you can almost hear his smile through the phone. “I apologize, Y/N. I’ve been receiving a lot of spam calls and it’s been driving me nuts.”

“It’s alright,” you laughed smile. “Again, I’m sorry for calling you so late. I just.. had nothing better do to and you popped into my head.”

“Oh yeah? You been thinking about me?” He cheekily asked you, causing you to snort and roll your eyes as you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks. “I had nothing better to do either. I’m trying to find a good show to binge watch on Netflix.”

“Oh really? I have a few suggestions if you’d like?” You told him excitedly and grabbed the baby monitor before hurrying over to your comfy couch, grabbing the remote and immediately turning the tv on. “I think you’ll my wide variety of movies and shows.”

“Oh yewh? We’ll see about that,” Roman laughs quietly, smiling wide in the other line when he hears your laugh. “I like that laugh... hehehehe.”

“Oh God, please do not imitate that Justin Bieber meme,” you covered your mouth to hide your laugh. “You’re really funny, Roman. I never thought of you to be a man of humor.”

“I am incredibly insulted,” he gasped mock offended. “What kind of man did you think I was, hm?”

You shrugged to yourself, remembering that he couldn’t see you. “I don’t know.. a man of serious business.”

“A man of serious business,” he repeats softly. “Well if by serious business, you mean making you laugh and smile, then yes, I am a man of serious business.”

“Oh hush, Godfrey,” you sucked your teeth and blushed. “But thank you. I haven’t laughed like this in.. a while. It feels good.”

“I’m glad,” he quietly told you. “They say laughter is the best medicine.”

“I heard,” you laughed quietly and looked at the red Netflix logo on the television. “Okay, now the Netflix recommendations.”

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bradtomlovesya · 3 years ago

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𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝔁 (Part 2)

Part 2 -----> Part 1 here

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Bad words, suggestive themes.

Word counter: 2k +

2 Months later

First it was a month. A full, stupid month when Bradley never tried to communicate with me. Not a call, not a single message, nothing.

That only enlightened me about what I was to him. He was an object of consolation that he turned to whenever he felt like it and nothing else. I felt used and disgusted with myself for having accepted that in the first place.

Because of course, the fault was not only his. I was stupid too and accepted that game knowing that I would get hurt.

Second month and I decided that I had had enough of wondering and waiting for a call that is clearly not going to come. Logan had been helping me with that.

Logan is a guy I met the same day Brad and I last saw each other. I went to a bar, you know, to drown my sorrows in alcohol when I met him. As he was the bartender, he served me a drink and spoke to me every time he had available since he was going from one place to another serving drinks to people equal to or worse in injuries than me and they were looking for an escape, perhaps a refuge.

Since then we have been friends. He knows my situation perfectly and he knows that I was not ready to go on a date so he accepted my friendship. At least until now. We were meeting for a date, our first date, in a nice Italian restaurant tonight and I was getting ready.

"So ... are you and Logan dating?" Kirstie, who was doing my hair, asked me.

"I wouldn't even say we're dating because this is our first date but ... I really like him" I answered looking in the mirror.

"Do you like it as a friend or as something else?" She asked and I didn't answer.

I didn't know what to say to her. Since I met Logan I had never seen him as anything more than a friend, but he is quite attractive and you can see that he is really interested in me.

With Logan I wouldn't be taking the risk to hear an "I'm never going to fall in love with you" Words that still hurt me everytime i think of them.

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"You look wonderful tonight. Thank you for accepting the appointment, I know how difficult it is for you" Logan says while looking at the menu.

"Thank you, you too. And it's okay, it's time to have new experiences" I smile softly.

"Glad to hear that" He takes my hand over the table.

"I don't know too much about Italian food but you know me so, Would you mind ordering something for me while I go to the bathroom?" I ask.

"Yeah, of course. No worries"

He sat down and raised his hand to call a waiter and order food as he walked to the ladies' room. I needed to take a breath to tell myself several times in front of the mirror that this is fine and that I must continue with my life.

"Who is he?" A masculine voice says behind me and I turn my heels to see what it is.

No, no, no. Not again, please.

"Bradley?" I frown "What the fuck are you…" He cuts me.

"Who the hell is he?" He repeats with his jaw clenched.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I blink several times to wake up in case it's a dream.

"The guy who is with you in this fucking restaurant. Who is he, y/n?" He clenches his fists and his knuckles turn white.

"That's none of your business" I say roughly and cross my arms over my chest. "Now excuse me, i have somewhere else to be" i start walking to the door but he takes my arm and stops me.

" 'Somewhere else'? You mean with that dick head?"

"Stop it!" I take my arm away from him "What's going on with you? It's my life, not yours. We are not even friends. What do you want for me!?" I exclaim, exhausted.

"You blocked me from contacting you! I just want to talk to you" He tries to take my hand.

"Why? Let me guess" I pass my tongue across my teeth "You miss sex?"

"Well, yes" He nods.

"Fuck you!" I walk to the door and once again he stops me.

"I didn't want to say it like that. I mean, I miss you, y/n. Fuck i miss you so bad"

"Too bad" I avoid his eye contact.

"It 's the truth. But I can't talk to you because you blocked me from contacting you!"

"I wonder why I did that… Oh I know! Because you're an asshole. You treated me like bullshit and never call or message to apologise" I sigh "But i don't fucking care now, Bradley. Live your life that I'm living mine. And that guy is Logan and he is my DATE" I remark the word "You know the meaning of the word 'Date' or you want me to explain it to you?" I was mad. I was really mad.

"Can we talk about us, please?" He begs.

"There's no 'Us' and will never be. You made sure of that" I get out of the Bathroom and walk back to my table. "Sorry for the delay, the bathroom was occupied" I excuse looking at Logan.

"No worries. I ordered a pizza Margarita for both" He smiles. "Is that good for you?"

"Yes" I smile softly and see Brad walking out of the bathroom with his look on the floor. I follow him with my eyes until I see him take a seat on a table with Tris.

"Hey, Y/n? Are you okay?" Logan takes my hand over the table and caresses my knuckles.

I can see Brad's eyes staring at my hand and burning in anger. Maybe he is jealous…

No, I don't care, I don't care anymore. I need to repeat that to myself. But not tonight, if he thinks that he can enter and leave my life every time he feels like it, he is very wrong.

"Yes, i'm okay" I give him a beautiful smile. "I was thinking about that pizza" i bit my lip and caress his knuckles too "it sounds really delicious"

"Let me tell you that it is" he bites his lip too with a smile.

The rest of the dinner I was really happy with everything. Seeing Brad's jaw clenched at every laugh and giggle I made to laugh about one of Logan's jokes just made me feel better with myself. And at some point I stopped caring about his staring and enjoyed the dinner and the company.

"This was so nice, Y/n" Logan and I got out of the car in front of my house's door.

"Yeah, i really enjoyed it" I smile and look deeply into his eyes.

"Me too" He makes one step forward. "Uhm, Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" He scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"Yeah… i don't see why not" i giggle.

He does not think twice and approaches me. his hand caresses my cheek while his lips press mine and, although I reciprocate his kiss, it does not feel well. It's not the lips that I should and wish I was kissing.

"Good night, Logan" I say once we break the kiss.

"Good night, Darling ''He starts walking to his car and once i enter my house i can hear the sound of the engine disappear.

I start walking upstairs to go to my room but some knocks on the door stop me. I go down again and open the door with a smile.

"Did you forget some…" I stop talking when I see it's not Logan.

"That idiot kissed you!" Brad enters my house without my permission.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing!?" I yell while he closes the door.

"We need to talk" His tone was dark and serious.

"Talk!? Do you think this is talking!? You followed me and then entered my house without even asking!" I run my hands through my hair desperately.

"You blocked me and don't want to hear me! I had to!" He shouts back.

"Because I don't want to hear you saying those horrible things again!" My eyes fill up with tears just remembering what happened two months ago. "I can't go back to that stupid game where only i get hurt"

"Please, just listen to me" His eyes fill up with tears too.

"Why? What are you gonna say that you didn't tell me before?" I look at him.

He just stays silent with his eyes on the floor. Not even at this moment can he look into my eyes.

"I knew it," I laughed sarcastically, "just go away and fuck another girl that acepts that game of your of 'just sex'" I walk to the door to open ot for him but he stops me taking my arm.

"There's something i haven't told you" he admits

"And what is that, Brad?" I sigh. I was so tired of this.

"I do love you" He sighs looking deeply into my eyes.

My jaw almost dropped when he said that.

"Don't pretend you love me just to get back to fuck" i say roughly.

"No, I swear it's not like that, y/n" He takes my hands. "I've been thinking about this since you ran out of brits but i was so scared.

"Scared of what?" I tear run down on my cheek.

"Scared of your honesty, scared of feeling the same as you because I do" he sobs and scratches his jaw. "I was so scared of falling in love again and end up with the heartbroken that i broke yours"

I shake my hand "I don't understand"

"Seeing you with that guy today was the last thing I needed to realize that I was a complete idiot. I messed up everything with you because I was just trying to hide my feelings"

"What do you want now? That I run to your arms and tell you everything's gonna be alright?" I shake my head. "It's not that easy"

"I know It 's not. But I love you and I know it's you. It has always been you" he makes one step to get closer to me. "Please just let me show you i'm being honest right now"

"I don't want to be heartbroken again" I look at the floor with my vision blurb.

"I won't break your heart again" he wipes the tears on my cheeks and makes me look at him "I needed to lose you to find what i had. I won't let that happen again. But it's okay if you don't love me anymore" He murmurs.

"I hate that i still loving you after that" i get closer to him "but i've been in your place before and i trust you"

"I don't deserve you" he caresses my cheek.

"In this moment… no" I shake my head. "But I know you will deserve me like I deserve you.

"I'll be the best man in the world for you, I assure you that" He brushes his lips with mine.

"I trust you" I nod and kiss his lips but only for a few seconds.

"What happened?" He frowns in confusion.

I slap his face with a little bit of force

"Ouch!" He rubs his cheek and looks at me with wide eyes but then nods. "I deserved it"

"Yes sir" I nod and put my arms around his neck to kiss him again.

His tongue enters my mouth and I moan between the kisses. This is the right kiss, this is the right place.

"I love you" He murmurs.

"I love you too," I answered.

I have a feeling that this time is real. This time won't end up bad. This is a good try.

Life it's about taking risks, isn't it?

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reinerispretty · 4 years ago

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rotations. bonus! azula returns

HI THIS ONE HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE PLS ENJOY

(Y/N) was happy in her life. Being married to Zuko was better than she could have ever imagined. His stoic expression as Fire Lord faded away as soon as they were in private. She saw her friends as often as their schedules would allow, and enjoyed sitting at Zuko’s side in the throne room. But sometimes, she felt trapped within the palace walls. When she was young, she traveled the world. Now, the only time she traveled was for diplomatic affairs. She loved her life, but sometimes she longed for a new adventure. These were leftover feelings from her teenage life, it was obvious. She was an adult now, with adult responsibilities.

“Mommy?” A tiny voice called out.

Responsibilities like the baby girl at the edge of her bed. It was early in the morning, around the time that she would normally wake up. (Y/N) slid out from underneath Zuko’s arms to look at her daughter. The three year old clutched a stuffed platybus bear that Iroh had given her for her last birthday. (Y/N) smiled at her little girl. “Hi, little blossom,” She whispered as she picked up Izumi and placed her in the bed between her and Zuko. She made herself comfortable in the plush sheets as she stared up at her mother. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” Izumi played with the bill of her platybus bear. “Daddy?”

Zuko turned over and wrapped his arm around his child. She giggled as he peppered her face with kisses. “Good morning, Princess,” He said with a smile. His voice was husky from sleep, his eyes barely able to open in the morning light. (Y/N) leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“What’s your plan today?” Zuko asked as Izumi cuddled himself into his arms. (Y/N) shrugged.

“I was thinking about maybe going on a picnic?” She looked at Zuko hopefully, but his sad expression made her pout.

“I’ve got back to back meetings today. And tomorrow.”

“And the day after that and for the rest of time,” (Y/N) said with a playful roll of her eyes. “I’d really like to get out of the palace for the day. Izumi, would you like to go on a picnic with Mommy?”

“Icknick!” The little girl cheered, a bright smile on her features.

“Where will you go?” Zuko asked.

“I think I’ll take her to the hot springs behind the palace. It’s really beautiful this time of year.”

Zuko exhaled. He grabbed (Y/N’s) hands and began playing with her fingers. “I wish I could go with you. Can I send some guards with you?” (Y/N) scoffed.

“I’m pretty sure I can protect myself.”

“Mommy firebend,” Izumi said to her father matter-of-factly. Zuko chuckled.

“Mommy does it best,” Zuko agreed. (Y/N) smiled and took her daughter into her arms, sliding out of bed.

“We’ll be back before dinner time,” She assured her husband as she kissed him. She left the room to get Izumi dressed. “Don’t go starting any wars,” She called to her husband from the hallway.

“Very funny!”

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The hot springs were in a wooded area behind the palace, accessed only by a cobblestone path leading from the turtle duck pond. (Y/N) and Izumi walked together, both with a hand on the handle of the picnic basket. Izumi’s platybus bear toy dragged behind her on the ground.

The hot spring steamed and bubbled in a stone pond. (Y/N) had grown up visiting it occasionally. She, Zuko, and Azula would take turns seeing who could last longest in the boiling water. Firebenders could withstand some of the highest heats, but Azula always won out in the end.

(Y/N) shook her head to make the thought go away. It was hard, sometimes, to be in the palace. Memories popped back up without warning. And despite everything that had happened, sometimes she found herself missing her. She shoved it down as far as she could, but it still crawled up inside of her at the moments she least expected it. Like today.

So she focused her attention on Izumi. She unfurled the picnic blanket and set the food the servants had prepared for them. Izumi ate sandwiches in the shapes of stars and moons. It was something the servants liked to do for her. She was the sweetest child the palace had seen in years.

(Y/N) ate her sandwich and moved onto dessert: fruit tarts. She gave Izumi a tiny piece. “Did you know that these are how Daddy and I met?”

Izumi took the piece between two fingers curiously. “Fuit dart,” She whispered to herself. (Y/N) smiled.

“Yeah, fuit dart.” She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead.

Once they had finished eating, (Y/N) let Izumi run around while she basked in the sunlight. Like most firebenders, it revitalized her. It made her feel new again. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to feel its warmth.

“Swim!” Her eyes opened again to see Izumi standing at the edge of the hot spring. (Y/N) shook her head.

“No, Izumi, we aren’t swimming today.”

“Swim!” Izumi said again, stamping her foot on the ground.

“I said no, Izumi.” The little girl began to cry. (Y/N) stood immediately and took her daughter into her arms, shushing her to calm her. She bounced around on her feet to soothe her.

“Poor girl. She’s a princess, she should do what she wants.”

(Y/N) felt her blood run cold. She clutched Izumi tightly and it was as if the little girl sensed her mother’s fear, because her cries fell into small shakes of her body as she recovered. (Y/N) turned around and found the last person she wanted to see at that moment.

“Azula.” She set her jaw. She felt anger swell inside of her. Azula stared at her smugly. They hadn’t seen each other since she and Zuko had left ot find their mother. Azula had escaped from him and spent years on the run. (Y/N) had heard rumors of Azula gathering subjects for her cause, but what that cause was, she had no idea.

“I see you’re not without any guards. Very irresponsible of Zuzu, don’t you think?”

“I can handle myself. Or did you forget about our Agni Kai?”

She watched Azula’s eye twitch, ever so slightly. “A stroke of luck on your part. I’d be happy to go again. Or perhaps little Izumi would like to try her hand at firebending?”

(Y/N) held her daughter closer to her. “I’m only teasing. I know she can’t firebend.”

“What are you doing here, Azula?”

“It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other, wouldn’t you agree?”

(Y/N) had to admit that she was scared. She was here, alone, with her daughter and Azula. Even if she fought Azula, Izumi was too small to know that she should stay out of the way of the flames. (Y/N) thought she had been angry when Azula hurt Zuko, but if she hurt Izumi...

Azula sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m here because I wanted to see her. It hurts, not being invited to the wedding, but it hurt more not being told I had a niece.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brows. “You wanted to see her?”

“Yes, (Y/N), is that so hard to believe?”

“It is, Azula, considering our history.” Azula scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

“I’ve never lied to you.”

“You’re lying right now!”

Azula sighed, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out the crown worn by the crown princess of the Fire Nation. She extended her arm out to (Y/N) in offering. “I brought this for her.”

Cautiously, (Y/N) crept forward to take the crown from Azula’s hand. She put it in the pocket of her robes. She wasn’t sure if Azula was above lacing things with poison.

“Motherhood has made you overly cautious.”

“No, I think it was my childhood friends trying to kill me.”

“You forgave Zuko. Why can’t you forgive me?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t. She found herself at a loss for words. How could she explain to Azula that the things she had done were unforgivable.

“You tried to kill me, Azula. You tried to kill the people I love.”

“And why wasn’t I one of those people, hm?” Azula snapped. “Every single day you chose someone else over me. First it was Zuko. Then it was the Avatar and his friends.”

“I never chose anyone over you, Azula. You chose the Fire Nation.”

“And you betrayed me!” Azula’s eyes danced with anger. (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat. Izumi held on tightly to her mother’s robes.

“I didn’t betray you, Azula. I never wanted to leave you. Your father forced my family to leave. And then I saw the horrible things our nation was doing to people. Everything we had ever believed was a lie.”

Azula’s eyes brimmed with tears. She wasn’t sure how to feel. She had seen (Y/N) and Izumi alone and her first instinct was to talk to them. She hadn’t planned this far ahead.

“I never wanted to leave you,” (Y/N) said again. “But you did some horrible things.”

“You think I’m a monster, just like everyone else.” (Y/N) shook her head.

“I don’t think you’re a monster. I think you were confused and had no one to be there for you. You are one of the people I love, Azula. You’re just lost.”

“Don’t throw that word around like that?” (Y/N) stared at her in confusion. “Love. You don’t love me, (Y/N), I love you.”

“Azula--”

“I love you! I’ve loved you since we were children and you never saw it, you never realized. You were too focused on Zuko to even give me the time of day.”

(Y/N) looked at the ground. “I never knew.” She said quietly.

“I know. So believe me when I say that the only reason I am here is for Izumi. I just wanted to see her.”

(Y/N) looked back up to see Azula’s face. She was an excellent liar, but (Y/N’s) heart told her that she was telling the truth. About everything. So she took a step forward until they were arm’s length away.

“Izumi,” She said to her daughter. “This is Aunt Azula. Can you say Azula?”

Izumi stared shyly at her aunt. “Zula,” She said quietly. (Y/N) watched as Azula broke into a genuine smile, her eyes watering.

“Hello, little princess.” Hesitantly, she reached out to touch Izumi. Her small palm wrapped against Azula’s finger.

“Zula,” Izumi said again, quite seriously.

(Y/N) looked at the sky to see the sun was beginning to set. She turned back to Azula. “Zuko will be expecting us soon.”

“Don’t tell him,” Azula stared into (Y/N’s) eyes.

“I won’t. I promise.”

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(Y/N) and Izumi returned to the palace a little before dinner. They found Zuko in the throne room, his presence full of advisors. He dismissed them as soon as he saw his wife and daughter.

Izumi giggled as she ran up to her father. She jumped into his arms and he lifted her high above her head. “How was your picnic?”

“Very good,” (Y/N) said, the smile on her lips tight. Zuko stared at her for a moment, but decided to let it go. Perhaps Izumi had been difficult today.

“Zula!” Izumi said happily. (Y/N’s) stomach dropped. “Zula! Zula!”

“What’s she saying?”

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imnotusedtobeingloved · 4 years ago

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HAPPY IS HER

Warnings: Unrequited love.

Pairing: Zuko x Mai x f!Reader

Characters: Zuko, Mai, Uncle Iroh, Azula, Ty Lee, Ursa, Avatar Aang (mentioned)

Requested: No.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: You remember the time that lead up to Zuko's coronation.

A/N: I feel like Mai is often villainized in some fics? Which definetely works in some cases, but in this one i just wanted to do something nice for her as well. So yes, you get to actually be Mai’s friend in this shot. She’s a queen. Hope you like it!

Zuko had a beautiful face.

It was something that you'd discovered in your childhood, and it still caught your eye now that you were an adult. Maybe even more so.

Growing up next to him, Azula, Mai and Ty Lee enabled you to see how much he'd grown. You remembered running around in the gardens and training in the palace grounds, playing all those silly games with them. Being the daughter of a Fire Nation General enabled you to spend a lot of time with the prince and princess.

“Mom, can you make Zuko play with us? We need equal teams to play a game,” Azula explained, running up to the Fire Lady and her brother while you, Mai and Ty Lee watched. “I’m not cartwheeling!” Zuko declined. “You won’t have to. Cartwheeling is not a game, dumb-dumb,” the princess crossed her arms, but he shot right back. “I don’t care! I don’t want to play with you,” Azula payed him no mind, instead persuading her mother. “We are brother and sister. It’s important for us to spend time together. Don’t you think so, mom?” her big golden eyes, a common trait of the Royal Family, looked at Ursa expectantly. “Yes, darling, i think it’s a good idea to play with your sister. Go on, now! Just... for a little while,” she gave in, strolling on without the prince. He didn’t seem particularily enthusiastic but he stepped up next to you, causing a blush to rise on your face. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice.

“Here’s the way it goes,” his sister said, plucking an apple from a tree. “Now what you do is, try to knock the apple off the other persons head. Like this,” After placing the fruit on Mai’s head, Azula proceeded to take a few steps back, standing between Ty Lee and Zuko. “Zula, are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked, unsure about the game. “Of course it is, silly. It’s going to be fun!” Mai didn’t look to pleased with her task, tough she stood still in front of the fountain, balancing the apple. But it didn’t stay that way for long. Azula produced a flame, using two fingers to coordinate it towards her target. The leaves of the fruit atop Mai’s head were aflame in a second. She screamed, causing Zuko to run forward and pushing her into the water-fountain, resulting in both of them landing in the water. Azula cackled, placing a hand on your shoulder. “See? I told you it would work!” Ty Lee nodded and pointed a fiinger in their direction. “Awww, they’re so cute together!” A flicker of jealousy rose in your chest, but you pushed it down quickly. Zuko didn’t respond, he only stood up and walked away, huffing. Mai wasn’t in a good mood either. “You three are such... ugh!” she didn’t really finish her scentense, but anyone could see how upset she was. “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” You said, reaching out. She took your hand reluctantly and once she stood on solid ground, Azula and Ty Lee dragged her with them to find some dry clothes. You, on the other hand, were already running after the prince. “Zuko, wait!”

Many memories of Zuko were forever branded into your mind. Even then you'd stolen glances at him whenever you felt unobserved. But that was before he participated in an Agni Kai against his father.

You’d turned your face away when it happened. Zuko lost, his screams echoing through the halls, even when he finally got to the healers. Since then a glaring red burn mark graced the skin around his eye. A reminder that would last for life. And that wasn’t even the worst part of it. He was banished. Burdened with the hopeless conquest to find and capture the Avatar. You’d cried as you hugged him goodbye, almost certain you’d never see him again.

"Do you really have to go?” you mumbled into his shoulder, staining it with your tears. The embrace was rough. He recoiled in a matter of seconds, pushing you an arms-length away. It wasn’t the loving touch you were used to. “Yes, i have to. I need to restore my honor, (Y/N),” he said, his tone devoid of any emotion but anger. “But Zuko-,” he interrupted you. “No!” fire was blazing in his eyes. You’d never had his anger directed at you before, and now that you did, it shocked you into silence. “Just leave me alone,” he said, turned around, and walked away. You stood there, rigid, until General Iroh moved to your side. “Please don’t take it personally, (Y/N),” he folded his hands in front of his stomach, looking after his nephew, who was stomping onto the deck of his ship. “He is very desperate right now,” You nodded shortly. “I know,” A sigh left your lips. “That’s why it hurts even more,”

There was nothing. Nothing you could help with. You were losing your best friend and the only thing you could do was watch. Years went by without word or sight of either Zuko or Iroh and not a day went by without remembering them. The prince may be banned from the Nation, but he couldn’t be banned from your heart.

Needless to say you were ecstatic when he returned. You all seemed to be. In the few days spend on Ember Island you all discovered something about yourselves, and each other. You, for example, discovered that you were still very much in love with Zuko. Being with him, talking to him, laughing with him... it all seemed so easy that it ripped your heart apart to see him with Mai. But nevertheless you were more shocked than relieved when she ended things with him.

“Zuko?” you’d followed him after he stormed out of Chan’s house, finally finding him on the steps of their old residence on Ember Island. “What happened?” You sat down next to him. A few moments passed in silence, with both of you lost in thoughts. He didn’t look at you, but eventually he started to speak. “Mai ended things between us,” “Oh...” you weren’t sure what to say... but maybe pretty words weren’t needed for once. Zuko looked stricking under the moonlight, almost unreal. It was a sight so pure that you were reconsidering the idea in your head, but eventually you just followed your heart. “Come here,” He furrowed his brows. “What?” You sighed. He was still angry. After all those years he hadn’t learned to let go. “You need a hug. Come here,” And this time he did. He felt warm, just like he did back when you were kids. Maybe not everything had changed completely, you thought. Maybe things truly could turn out okay.

So when he left once again, for the Avatar, you had to make a choice. With Mai and Ty Lee by your side you eventually stood against Azula, helping Team Avatar to escape the Boiling Rock.

“You should’ve feared me more!” Azula roared in anger at your betrayal. You and Mai had known the consequences of restraining the quards and helping Zuko to escape. And yet you did it. Both of your wirsts were behind your back, bound with a rope, making it almost impossible to defend yourself. But honestly? In this state you would have no chance against Azula. Not even with Mai by your side. The only thing that kept you sane in that moment, was knowing that Zuko had made it out alive and safe. The princess made her move, bringing her fingers together to produce her flames, but it never came to that. Ty Lee blocked her chi faster than anybody could realize what was happening. Azula grunted and gasped as she fell to the floor of the plattform. “Come on! Let’s get out of here!” Ty Lee ran over to try and pull you and Mai away, but the guards surrounded you before you could attempt anything more. “You’re all fools,” Azula growled, still laying on the ground, until the men picked her up. “What shall we do with them, princess?” her face was disorted with rage. “Put them somewhere i’ll never have to see their face again!”

And now that Sozin's Comet was over, Zuko became the Firelord.

He looked like a true leader in the traditional robes, laced with red and gold. A proud expression graced his face, as you looked up at him. His smile genuine and happy. He'd become a wonderful man fit to rule the Nation. Grown more mature with his experiences, something that showed in the look on his face and his posture. And in that moment you were sure. Zuko had never been more beautiful than in this very moment. His amber eyes shined in the sun, glimmering full of love as he looked at Mai.

Deep down you'd always known that the two of you weren't meant to be. You'd known when you were little, playing by the water fountain, the two of them blushing whenever Azula teased them. Or when he was back, leaving the palace in the evening, going out to see her. And you'd known when Mai recieved a goodbye letter, before he joined Aang. Because you didn't.

Now you were stuck in the crowd, applauding the new Fire Lord. Watching as he was joined by the Avatar and pulled Mai into a hug. As the tears welled in your eyes, you felt a hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly. "You're not to blame, (Y/N)," Uncle Iroh's calming voice soothed your nerves, as it did so often before. "The heart wants what it wants,"

You nodded, throat burning from the bottled up emotions. “You’re probably right,” Like he always was. “Happy is her. It was never me,”

You, daughter of a former general, should now become advisor to the Fire Lord. But honestly? You couldn't. And you couldn't bare to tell him. Watching him with Mai filled you with joy. So much joy. And pain. Your two closest friends had found each other to form a beautiful bond. Who were you to take it from them?

So this time, again, Mai was the only one to recieve a letter. It sat on your pillow, were she'd certainly find it. The both of you had formed a habit when you were young, often sneaking into each others bedrooms once it was late, talking about every thought that clouded your minds. Everything but the fact that you were in love with her boyfriend.

Dear Mai,

I want to say that I’m sorry. I need to. By the time you’re reading this letter, i am gone. And i want you to know why.

First of all i want to apologize that you and Zuko will have to look for another advisor who will stand in my place, for i am not coming back. Please don’t search for me, or try to reach me. This is the path i have chosen for myself.

I don’t want to blame you for my disappearance, and yet i have to tell you why i had to leave. I am in love with Zuko. I have been since we were kids. Nobody ever noticed. And i never said anything, because i didn’t want to hurt you. I love you, Mai. I love the both of you so much, it hurts. And i can’t deny the fact that i would’ve liked to be where you are right now. But i know that you love him. And you make him happy. I can live with that. Though seeing you two together every day is something my heart can’t seem to bear anymore. I’m cursed to love someone i cannot have. I don’t want to have. Because i see how joyful you are, now that the two of you can finally be together. I don’t want to be the person to destroy that bond in my jealousy.

In conclusion i thought it would be best to remove myself from the situation. And from the position offered.

I’m going to miss you so much, you have no idea. I want you to know it’s not your fault. And that i am always with you in mind and heart. Nothing i have ever done was harder than writing this letter. No fight was ever more brutal than leaving you, my friend. I wish you all the best. And i love you.

Your best friend,

(Y/N)

You’d asked yourself often... why him? Out of all people, why did it have to be him? But if you had to be genuine with yourself, you knew exactly why. Zuko was someone who had to face a lot of trauma to be who he was now. To be who you loved. His strength, his humor, the way he rubbed his neck when he was embarrassed or the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. You could name countless reasons why you loved him. But you also knew all the reasons why you shouldn’t. And Mai. The stunning, silent, wonderful Mai. She deserved everything and more. And spirits, you wished them all the best in this world.

"Thank you, Iroh," you whispered blinking back the tears, before you turned around and went. You left behind your best friends, the Fire Lord, your Nation. All was lost as you your back faced the crowd, climbing into the next carriage. It was finally over. Once and for all.

#zuko x reader #zuko x mai #mai x reader #zuko x mai x reader

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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Injured

A/N: Here is my entry into the wonderful @nebulablakemurphy ‘s 500 followers writing challenge! Congratulations again! I loved the prompt, it’s in bold in the fic! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for letting me take part in your challenge! :) I know I’ve written something similar to this before but there are some differences and who doesn't love reading healing fics?

Summary: Sirius is injured on a mission.

Pairing: Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, a gross misuse of commas

Word count: 2.9k

Sirius slumps against the garden wall; holding a hand to his bleeding arm. He grits his teeth against the pain, resisting the growing urge to moan in pain.

A rogue spell had hit him after his cover had been blown on a mission. The Death Eaters he were following had been tipped off to his presence and retaliated from the first sign of his appearance.

It got nasty quickly.

Sirius had always been talented with duelling spells; practicing most of them on Severus Snape through his formative years at Hogwarts.

But twelve years imprisoned in Azkaban had made his reflexes a little rusty.

Sirius hisses, putting pressure on the wound to stem the bleeding. He wouldn’t be able to heal this on his own; he was already feeling woozy from the blood loss. The swears that leaving his mouth in response to the pain, would turn even the dirtiest of cheeks red.

He gathers what little strength he has left and enters Grimmauld Place.

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From your place in the kitchen, you have a clear view of the front door. The minute Sirius left on his mission, you had sat down in that very spot and you wouldn’t move until he walked through the door again.

From your place in the kitchen, you see Sirius walk through the front door – face pale, arm bleeding.

He sags heavily against the wall; his face drawn with pain. You shoot up out of your seat, practically running the ten feet to him.

Your eyes take in the damage: a deep cut running down the length of his upper arm, and it was bleeding heavily. You knew then that his mission had gone wrong and he had been very close to dying tonight. Your heart skips a beat at the very thought; a life without Sirius would be like living with half a heart.

You smile as calmly as you can, “Alright, sweetheart. I think we’re going to need to sort this out, don’t you?”

“You’re not wrong, darling.”

You wrap an arm around his waist; supporting his weight as you walk down the hall to the kitchen where you could get him sat down.

“Harry?” You call; sitting Sirius down at the large kitchen table.

“Is he going to be okay?” Harry questions, his voice wobbling despite his best attempt to not let it. He had followed you out from his place in the kitchen; he had chosen to spend time with you to get to know you better as his Godmother rather than stay upstairs with Ron and Hermione.

“He’s going to be just fine, but I need to you to go find me some things okay?”

“What do you need?”

“I need a towel and a fresh shirt for Sirius too – a button up if you can find one. Can you get those for me please?”

“I’ll be right back with them.”

He disappears; you can hear his feet clattering up the stairs – in a rush to get what you asked for. You head to the kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors from the draw before reaching for one of the many first aid kits hidden around the house.

“Sirius, I know how much you love this jacket and shirt but I’m going to have to cut off the sleeve.”

He groans; half from the pain in his arm and half from the pain of losing this jacket. “Babe, they’re my favourite.”

“I will buy you another, I promise, but I need to cut off the sleeve so I can heal your arm.”

You focus all of your attention on the man in front of you as you cut away the sleeve of his jacket. “How do you feel?” You whisper.

“In pain, but I’m coping.”

“Take a swig of this,” You say, handing him the pain potion kept in the first aid kit.

Harry returns with a towel and the fresh shirt for Sirius. You smile at him gratefully; you know he wants to stay, that he wants to make sure his Godfather is okay, but this isn’t something for him to watch no matter all that he’s been through at his age.

“I’ll come get you when I’m done, okay? He’ll be okay, Harry, I promise.”

Harry is reluctant to leave, but he looks at Sirius who nods slightly. “You don’t need to see this, Harry.” Harry frowns but he goes; no doubt going to tell Ron and Hermione what’s happening.

You turn back to the love of your life, “Right then Handsome, let’s get this sorted.”

“I love it when you call me Handsome.”

“I know you do. Has the pain potion kicked in?”

He nods.

It takes no time at all. You whisper ‘Ferula’ over the wound; watching as the bleeding stops and his skin knits back together again.

Healing Sirius was something you had become accustomed to over the length of your relationship with him. Through Hogwarts, he was known for getting in scraps whether they were physical or magical. And then through the first wizarding war with the first Order; healing him over and over again – he would trust no-one else. The second wizarding war was, so far, no different.

You and Sirius had always revolved around each other; as if planets in orbit. He naturally gravitated towards you and you blended seamlessly with the rest of the Marauders. For so long, you danced around each other. Touches would linger; smiles would be wider; longing looks from across the room when the other wasn’t looking. Sirius would look at you as if you had hung the moon and stars in the sky each night for him. You would look at him as if he were the sun personified.

Things changed in Sixth Year when confessions were whispered in the darkest corners of the library and kisses exchanged until thrown out by Madame Pince.

Eloping after James and Lily’s wedding was something that wasn’t planned, but Sirius had taken one look at you in your bridesmaid dress, standing so proudly next to Lily and decided that he was going to marry you. Through their reception, when friends and family were occupied with the couple’s first dance, Sirius pulled you in a corner where a private moment could be shared. His proposal was a whisper in your ear; your acceptance was an exhilarating kiss.

You were married just over a week later. Remus, Lily, and James witnessing the ceremony each with tears in their eyes.

The time apart from him was a pain that could not be described; how every day you rolled over to his side of the bed expecting him to be there, his hair mussed with sleep. For twelve years, you woke each morning alone, but you knew that whatever you were experiencing was nothing compared to Sirius’ experiences.

You didn’t think you would ever see him again, but he showed up on the doorstep one day. he had aged, but then again, so had you.

“It’s been an age, darling.” Were the only words he spoke to you before you pulled him in for a hug.

However, you quickly pushed him away at his smell. “I’ve travelled for days to see my wife who I haven’t seen for over a decade and you push me away saying I smell.” He states in disbelief as you pushed him towards the bathroom with a towel.

“Talk to me when you smell better, Black. I’ll be waiting.”

“You better be, Black.” The mention of your married name, a name you hadn’t gone by for years, had you biting your lip.

“What are you thinking of?” Sirius’ voice sounds, pulling you from your reminiscing.

You take in the scene before you: Sirius’ arm is fully healed, dried blood crusted around the pale pink scar.

You clear your throat as you reach for the towel and some antiseptic, cleaning the scar even though the risk of infection was now low, “I was thinking of us.”

“Us?”

You nod, “Our relationship from Hogwarts to now.”

Sirius chuckles, “No wonder you were so quiet. We have decades to go through.”

It took time to reach this point in your relationship. You had loved the man almost twenty years, but the time apart changed the both of you in ways neither one could imagine. It took time to relearn the quirks and habits of each other, but learn you did. You were both still surprising the other, but the one constant between the two of you remains the overwhelming love you feel for the other.

“Okay, let’s get you out of this shirt.” You start to unbutton to the first buttons to his shirt, the first of his many, many tattoos making an appearance.

“If you wanted me undressed, love, all you had to do was ask.”

You fix him with a flat, unimpressed look, “Sirius, that line has never worked on me nor will it. Now would you like to take off your shirt or shall I?”

He fixes you with a smirk, gesturing to his chest with his one good hand, “I’ll let you do the honours.”

“I married a ridiculous man.”

“But you love me.”

“But I love you, even if you do ruin your clothes.”

His top half is entirely bare now. You swallow at the sight of all of his tattoos now on display. Tattoos on Sirius were never a new experience for you, he got as many as he could the moment he left Hogwarts. It was hard to keep track of them all, however. Your eyes run over the date of your wedding tattooed over his heart; affection for the man in front your surging through you.

“You get your good arm through, and I’ll help with your bad arm and the buttoning up.”

He follows your instructions, and then follows your movements with his eyes.

“I love you, you know.”

“I know.”

“I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.”

“The feelings mutual, Mr. Black.”

“I’m glad to hear it, Mrs. Black.” He drawls, a slow smile spreading over his lips, crinkling his grey eyes.

His shirt is soon buttoned up; tattoos covered save for the one decorating his hands. Hands which are now cradling your face and pulling you in for a kiss. One hand travels into your hair, the other remains on your cheek. You brace yourself on his thighs, smiling against his lips, enjoying the feeling of his mouth hot and insistent on yours.

It was routine after a mission, no matter who’s, to greet each other with a kiss. A reminder that you’d made it home, back to the other. A promise to never leave the other without a goodbye. It had been delayed due to his injury, but Sirius was making time up now.

Sirius pulls away first, yawning. You chuckle, “Come on, old timer. Let’s get you to bed.”

Sirius squawks indignantly, “We are the same age!” He tries to say more but he’s stopped by another yawn. The adrenaline and loss of blood now taking its toll on his body.

You tap his knee, “I think we should head upstairs to bed.”

Sirius nods, admitting defeat, letting you pull him up from his seat.

You help Sirius up the stairs to your shared room. He flops down immediately on the bed, careful not to jostle his freshly healed arm. He watches you flit about the room, tidying up dropped clothes and sorting out the dressers.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

“You’re tidying – you only tidy to this extent when you’re upset. Remember when Marlene died? I don’t think our house had a speck of dust for a month. So what’s wrong?”

You hold a discarded shirt to your chest; knowing immediately from the smell that it’s his. “It doesn’t matter how many times I do this, how many times I heal you, it will always be hard.”

Sirius’ face crumples, “Sweetheart…”

“Every time you head out a mission, my stomach churns constantly. I thought it would go after so long; after the first war but it hasn’t. Sirius,” You sob quietly, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Come on.” Sirius pats the bare space next to him, urging to lie next to him. He wraps his arms around you; his hand running up and down your arm in a comforting manner. You take in his familiar scent – cinnamon, cloves and sweet orange with a hint of tobacco that no matter how long he hasn’t smoked for, will always linger in his clothes. Your heart starts to calm from his smell and his actions.

“Darling, I will always come back to you. Even Azkaban couldn’t keep me from you. I’d fight tooth and nail to be able to return to you. They could send me to another planet, another universe and I would still come back to you.”

“Here you are, injured and you’re the one comforting me.” You mutter, drying your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“It is interesting how we got into this position. But I don’t mind, my love.”

You chuckle, “How does your arm feel?”

“Entirely healed, thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll always fight for you too, Sirius.”

“I know you will,” He says, quietly.

Quiet falls across the room; the only sounds being the ticking of the clock and the synchronised breaths of the both of you.

You begin to pull away from the embrace, throwing your legs over the side of the bed. Sirius’ hand stops you, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to tell our Godson that you’re okay. He’ll be waiting for us.”

“Don’t go.” Sirius says, a pleading note in his voice. He wanted to end the night with you; holding you or you holding him, he wasn’t bothered. He just wanted to be near you; needed to hear your heartbeat after coming so close to never hearing it again.

“Sirius, Harry will be up all night worried.”

“Stay with me until I fall asleep.” Sirius whispers, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere in the room. “I’ll see him tomorrow, I promise.”

You shuffle on the bed, pulling the duvet covers over you both. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” You murmur, a hand running through his long hair.

Sirius remains silent for a while, enjoying the feel of your hand in his hair. He’s silent for so long that you think he’s fallen asleep until he asks quietly. “What are your plans after the war?”

“I’m not sure. You remember how it was last time? We made plans and they didn’t happen.”

“I’m not going anywhere this time though.”

You sigh, thinking it over, “I’d like to move back to the country, I think. Buy a cottage large enough for the three of us. I think I’ve spent enough of my life living in terror to deserve some peace.”

“The three of us?”

“Yes. You, me, and Harry. Look, he only has to return to his aunt and uncles for long enough for the protective charm to restore itself. For every other holiday, he’s living with me and you. I spent too long away from my Godson, it’s time I stepped up to the job James and Lily gave me.”

“So you want him with you?”

“He’s my godson too, Sirius. I love him just as much as you. I was also a part of the decision made by Dumbledore that night.”

Sirius relaxes further, if that’s possible at all, your voice lulling him close to sleep. “So a cottage?”

“A cottage. An ivy-covered cottage with a front and back garden where I can grow my own vegetables. We’re going to have a large kitchen where I can bake and you can cook, and hopefully teach Harry how to cook other meals than breakfast. It’ll have three bedrooms; one for us, one for Harry and one to be used as a guest room because I have no doubt that Ron and Hermione will be visiting us. Harry’s room, he can entirely decorate on his own – he can make the choices for it all. We’ll help, of course, with anything he asks us to, but it’ll be his own space where he can relax and be himself. And the centre of the house will be the living area which has nothing but warmth for those who want to sit with us. A place for our friends and family to come visit and not have any stresses while they’re there.”

Sirius’ breaths become slower and slower the more you describe your planned future for all of you. In no time at all, he’s snoring away – completely relaxed with a muscled arm thrown over your waist. You smile serenely down at him, your hand still running through his hair.

With your other hand, you grab your wand from the bedside table, casting the Patronus Charm to send a message to Harry – he’s okay, he’s asleep, come see him in the morning.

In the morning you would be woken by Harry, peeking his head into the room as you had forgotten to check in on him last night. You’d smile at him sleepily whilst holding a finger to your lips, nodding down to where Sirius sleeps – his head on your chest, legs thrown on top of yours effectively pinning you to the bed. But he’d be okay. He’d be completely healed. Sirius would wake more determined to get to that little cottage in the country.

For now though, you were happy to doze off with the love of your life in your arms, no longer injured and planning your future.

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razorblade180 · 4 years ago

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I have to ask, what was amber's reaction to what Hu tao just said to my poor boi?

A pyro’s duty

[A continuation of First Impressions]

How could a simple hello go so wrong? Chongyun was right about Hu Tao, she was kinda the worst. Aether could still feel the ache in his chest as he sat upon one of Liyue’s various mountaintops. Silently he did his best to calm his erratic breathing and wipe his tears. He found himself looking towards the sky as if Hu Tao was right. Was Lumine watching over him right now? Could she really be.....dead?

Aether could feel himself tearing up at the thought again. If it wasn’t for the sound of footsteps behind him, he might’ve cried again. Instead, he contained wails. The footsteps finally stopped next to him before the person sat by him, looking at his tear stained face that was more than a little red. In fact, it was as red as the bunny eared bow on top of the girl next to him, Amber. A gentle breeze blew on this somber morning.

Amber:Found ya. How’d I know you’d pick the one mountain riddled with my namesake?

Aether:Wasn’t really thinking about it. What brings you here. You’re supposed to be patrolling.

Amber:I am. This place is so tall that watching over Mondstadt is effortless. You might not be able to, but clearly Timmie is enjoying his birds right now.

A small chuckle came from Aether. Good, he still laugh, Amber thought to herself. She reached to him and seamlessly placed a hand ot the top of his braid, then undid it to let his hair enjoy the breeze. Amber loved his hair. The privilege of playing with it was also very soothing to him. She had made it a point to always mess with it when they were alone. It was strangely calming for the both of them.

Amber:Chongyun told me what happened. Are you...okay?

Aether:I...I don’t know. Since I’ve got here, finding my sister has been my main priority. It’s kept me going. Not once did I stop to think that maybe...sigh, this world is filled with dangers I haven’t even begun to comprehend. Those dangers might’ve found her before me.

Amber:...I’ve told you about my grandpa right, the one that vanished? Well, before you arrived, I had a schedule that I kept to constantly. As the sun rose, I got up to train. When the birds started to chirp, then I knew my patrols had to begin. As I did my routes I never passed up an opportunity scout for treasure or take on hillichurls. Domains, rest, commissions; I was firings on all cylinders! All so I can get stronger, prove to myself that I’m gaining closer to reaching my grandpa. Maybe even get a lead and sometimes, I did. But...

She looked out onto the beautiful landscape her heritage was apart of, reminiscing.

Amber:There were also the days where I missed my shots, got hurt, patrols went badly, and I had nothing to show for my progress. I’d end the day sitting at my table thinking, “Am I making progress? What if this all leads to nothing, or when I get the lead I want, it’d be too late?” All that effort, just to hear unpleasant news. It made me wanna cry sometimes.

Aether:What changed?

Amber:You...

Aether:.....

Amber:*smiles* We met each other and started exploring together. Suddenly, everything didn’t feel like it might build up to a tragedy, but a miracle. My aim has gotten better. I can soar higher, fight harder. I find all of these new discoveries and achieve things that felt out of reach. I fought a dragon, Aether. I’m strolling through Liyue often and prepared. *red* I go home at night and you’re only steps behind me. If all that is possible, then I have no reason not to believe one day I’ll see my grandpa’s goofy smile as he laughs joyfully at is over ambitious granddaughter for being keeping the Outerider title alive as it’s only member. Aether, you renewed a hope inside me that I didn’t know was fading.

The boy was left without words. Amber’s hands left his hair and went to hold his face, gently and warm.

Amber:It’s okay to worry. It’s okay to be sad, and sometimes, crying can’t be helped. But I just want you to know every step you make brings you closer to Lumine. Don’t ever doubt that. And who knows, maybe she’s where gramps is? Wouldn’t that be something, huh? Either way, I’ll be there to help. I think I speak for everyone on that matter. Okay?

She waited patiently for his answer while looking at his beautiful eyes that made her heart jump. She was expecting a smile or a nod. Amber was caught off gaurd when Aether lightly pressed his forehead against hers, taking a slow breath and shutting his eyes while he was at it. Amber let out a small giggle before doing the same.

Aether:You sure speech isn’t your hidden talent?

Amber:Hehe, I told you, being around Jean will make anybody a pro at pep talks. You okay? We can stay like this as long as you need.

Aether:I’ll be fine. Thank you, but I’m sure I worried others.

Amber:Ooohh yeah. I think they’re all at the church by now. You should’ve seen Klee’s face when she heard you were crying.

Aether:Awww no, don’t tell me that. I’ll feel worse! Alright, I guess we should get going. We’ll take the teleporter.

Amber:...You know what, there is one up here, isn’t there?

Aether:Hehe, what do you-wait...Amber, did you climb up here?

He takes a good look a Amber. Because of his somber mood, Aether neglected to notice how Amber’s clothes were a bit roughed up. Especially her boots and gloves, which were covered in dusty dirt. Her began getting red as she turned away from his gaze. Aether couldn’t help but smile.

Aether:You climbed up here!?

Amber:Listen! I wasn’t thinking okay. Once I heard what happened I just sorta stopped thinking about anything besides seeing you as quick as possible and....*flustered* I ran here okay!? Teleporting slipped my mind!

For all of five minutes, Amber felt pretty cool. It was nice while it lasted. She peeked back over to still see Aether with an amused smiled all over his face. Darn him, being all cute! She felt his hand touch her chin, turning her face. His lips met hers only seconds later. Well if this was the price of being a fool who ran to her boyfriend, she’d do it a thousand times.

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“Aether!!!” A crowd of his friends screamed, with Klee leading the charge. They group hugged him from all sides. Except for Diluc and Albedo. They waved at him and smiled. In a weird way, that more powerful than the hugs. He turned his head to the corner of church room to see Amber walking to Hu Tao.

Aether:Uhhh Amber?

Everyone:*turns around*

Amber:.....

Hu Tao:.....

Hu Tao:Uhhh-

Amber:What’s the purpose of a pyro vision!?

Hu Tao:Uhhh I don’t think I-what?

Amber:*hands on hips* I like to think people with pyro vision are all similar. Our passion for what we believe in and who we care about burns like a flame. Sometimes, it’s way more than anybody wants to deal with, loved ones deal with it anyways though.

Jean and Kaeya can’t help but look at Klee and Diluc. Same went for Barbara staring at Bennett, and Chongyun looking at Xiangling. Xinyan tucked her lips in tried pretending all of Liyue didn’t think that on occasion. Amber was right on the money.

Amber:Now I’ve never been the kind of person to hold a grudge or get violent when I’m upset. That’s just not in my nature. However, the duty of pyro vision bearer is to keep the hearts of the people they love safe by burning what harms them. *points behind here* I love everyone behind me with all my heart. Do you?

Hu Tao:Of-Of course. *red* Well..I mean. I don’t know everyone yet, but I’d like to. *looks at Aether* I overstepped, sorry.

Aether:Water under the bridge. *smiles*

Chongyun:You’re too forgiving.

Aether:No, you’re just uptight. That’s okay though. It’s why you’re so cool.

Chongyun:*flustered*

Amber:This is your team now. Warm these people, never burn. I may not look like it, but I can be pretty tough.

Hu Tao knew Amber was genuinely being nice, but it was hard not to see the threat she made either! Pyro users really were alike after all. Hu Tao took Amber’s hand and shook it.

Hu Tao:Warm, never burn.

#aether genshin impact #amber genshin impact #hu tao genshin impact #aether x amber #genshin impact #chongyun genshin impact

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nlights37 · 4 years ago

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three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...

1. From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:

She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.

Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖

The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.

Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.

It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day. Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)

2. A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):

I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic. Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it. The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys. It felt good. So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’

Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways. It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist? Who knows, really, but probably, yes. Definitely.

Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.

3. From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:

“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, “what exactly do you mean, snack?” The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.

“Stop calling him that.” Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail. “He has a name.”

Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously. “I’ll call him whatever I like. What’s he going to do? Howl me to death?”

Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost. “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.” The green dragon growled. “You know what mother said.”

The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost. “Be nice. Yes, I heard her. This is me. Being nice. Not eating this talking little snack.” His eyes shot to the wolf’s. “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”

The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows. “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”

“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.” Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world. Why, he’d been fucking for years now. Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.

“I feel itchy.” Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.

Ghost gave a wolfish grin. “You’re bonded to Jon now.” Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question. “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.” The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction. “Like an itch you need to scratch.”

His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.

“Hear that?” He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well. The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.

“Is he hurting her?” Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.

But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer. “No.” He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost. “Why are they doing that?”

Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen. “Explain this!”

Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running. “It’s what they do.” The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf. “Humans.” Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing. “When they want to make a pup.”

Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat. “You’re a fucking savage.” He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart. “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”

Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge. “But our mother is a dragon.” His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement. “It’s how they make eggs!”

Ghost gave a snicker. “Humans don’t lay eggs.” He looked at the pair with amused eyes. “You lot come from eggs?”

Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws. “You should be so lucky. We certainly do. Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”

Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line. “Like a chicken then.” He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.

“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”

Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.

“Alright, not like a chicken. Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.” He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.

“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing. Trying to put a small human in our mother.”

The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement. “Oh, no he’s already done that.” He looked at the pair wonderingly. What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother? “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”

There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.

This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!” It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event. So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.

Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask! I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!

#jonerys #jon x daenerys #fanfic #my fics #fic asks

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Sunlight Through the Window (Sashea) - Mock-Star

Hi yes I know it’s been months since the AS5 finale but school and the pandemic kicked my ass plus this fic ran off in a different direction than I was planning. Also yes one particular scene may have been written because I’m mad at one of the frats at my school.

Set post Rona, Sasha tries to find a way to congratulate Shea on her win during a group trip.

This is cannon divergent, which means for me and my writing that the show happened but everyone is their drag personas. (so in this case she/her pronouns are used for both of them but the smut is written as MM if that makes since).

(Also for any new writers out there, SAVE EVERYTHING because this is also a frankenfic of 2 different abandoned wips along with the new writing)

Sasha was lounging in the bay window of her room in the rental house responding to a few last business emails when Shea snuck up beside her.

“I think they’re getting ready to start dinner because your help has been requested."

"Ok, I just need to finish this last email and then I’ll be done for the rest of vacation and I’ll come downstairs."

Shea smiled in confirmation, but Sasha could tell she had something else on her mind as she squatted down to hug her.

"Thank you for agreeing to come and room with me. It means a lot to me and I’m so glad to finally get to spend some time with you.”

“Thank you for asking me. I still feel bad that I wasn’t able to celebrate with you when you won last year."

"Baby, that was beyond your control. Miss Rona ruined a lot of plans. And plus you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” Shea kissed her cheek, and Sasha leaned into it.

“For two whole weeks! I can’t believe all of us were actually able to clear out that much room in our schedules!”

“I know! We all definitely need it. I’ll see you downstairs.” Shea said as she stood up and walked out, closing the door behind her.

Sasha hit send on her last email and closed her laptop, then pulled out her phone and went to her messages with Shea.

*“Hey, can I ask you a question?”*

*“Sure. Is everything ok?”*

*“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. Some Chicago queens and I are planning on renting a beach house together now that it’s safe to do so. We need a few more people to get the best deal. Do you want to come with? We’d be sharing a room, but I think others are inviting other New York people.”*

*“Oh my god a beach vacation sounds amazing! Send me some potential dates and prices and I’ll see if I can manage it.”*

*“You’re the best! Sending now!”*

Sasha smiled as the conversation auto refreshed and took her to Shea’s newest message, a close up picture of one of their friends making a silly face. Running footsteps and laughter erupted from downstairs as Shea shrieked at the culprit to give her phone back through laughter.

Later that night, Sasha slipped away to charge her phone, laying down on her bed to send a quick text to a friend. She was more tired than she thought though, because she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, falling asleep in her clothes on top of the covers.

The dull ache of her knees after kneeling on the ground for an extended period of time.

The sharper ache of her jaw after working overtime.

The cramp in her hand after staying in the same position for a while.

The weight of the hard dick in her mouth, pushing dangerously against her gag reflex.

The salty taste of sweat and precum in her throat.

The clammy hands clutching her head.

The rocking of hips.

The whimpers and moans that filled the room .

Her name spilling from stuttering lips.

Nails digging into her scalp.

Eyes flickering up to see her partner losing it.

Eyes meeting, and Shea whispering her name as her crown flickered in the light.

“Sash… fuck babe.”

Sasha woke up with a start when she heard loud banging coming from outside, and she sat up enough to see bright colors peaking through the curtains.

“Fireworks?” She mumbled, trying to make sense of the situation in her groggy state, the details of her dream sticking in her mind.

“Must be the frat a few doors down.” Shea said, and Sasha turned her body enough to see Shea sitting up in the bed next to hers with a book and book light.

“What? How?"

"How do I know that it’s a frat? When those of us who checked us in went to go find main street we saw them in the front yard trying to raise a flag with their letters. I think it said "KA”. Shea answered her question before she could articulate it.

“Kappa…Alpha?"

"I wouldn’t know, either way they might end up catching these hands because they woke you up.” Shea’s answer made Sasha blush slightly, although she was too groggy to articulate why. She reached to adjust her glasses, only to find them missing. She turned towards the bedside table to find them there, next to her phone, still plugged in. It was at this point Sasha realized she was under the covers, tucked in around her legs, still fully dressed.

“It crossed my mind briefly to strip you down to your underwear, but your clothes weren’t visibly dirty, and I didn’t want you to freak out when you woke up.” Shea said, answering her next question. Even though she was tired, her mind latched on to the idea of Shea undressing her and picking her up and tucking her in, and she knew she had to push it out of her mind as she took off her pants under the covers and let them fall to the floor.

“What time is it?” She asked, and Shea reached for her phone to turn it on.

“3am. I’ve been awake since about 2:30 because I had to go to the bathroom and couldn’t go back to sleep.” Shea responded, answering her next question before she could ask it. “I’m going to try and go back to sleep after this chapter, but you should go back to sleep."

"I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep." She said, head already on the pillow and drifting off.

"It’s ok, you needed it. I worry about you not getting enough sleep sometimes. Rest well Sasha, see you in the morning.” She said something else as well, but Sasha was already too drowsy to hear her. When she woke up in the morning, Shea was still asleep, and seeing her made her remember her dream and the groggy conversation she had with Shea, and a warmth went through her, obsessed with the idea.

Unlike what the fans might have thought (or wished for), there was no “winners orgy”, although it did sound fun-ish. Possibly even more shocking, she and Shea had never done anything more than kiss in the brief down moments during shows, soft enough so as to not mess up their makeup, more friendly and good luck wishes than anything. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to explore their mutual attraction, it was that it was never convenient. They certainly weren’t allowed during filming, and they rarely had time alone together without duties or other people in the way, if they were even in the same state. The attraction never went away though, so it didn’t surprise Sasha when a innocent enough cheek kiss lounging by the pool turned into a make out session in the bay window of their shared room the next night, the music and laughter of their fellow houseguests seeming both far away and too close for comfort.

Shea’s kisses were addictive, and with the red wine warmth running through her veins and the heat of the setting sun on her skin, Sasha was utterly seduced. A soft groan escaped despite her efforts to swallow it, and Shea chuckled, catching her off guard when the air tickled her lips. Shea slowly shifted both of them so that Sasha was on her back and Shea was kneeling above her, still kissing her the entire time while Sasha held on to Shea’s shirt. She suddenly broke away, and Sasha pouted until Shea’s lips found her neck. Shea clearly had a plan in mind, and Sasha felt her hands slip underneath her shirt, which had already ridden up and exposed a small section of her stomach. Shea ducked down and pressed featherlight kisses against the exposed skin, rubbing Sasha’s sides with her thumbs, and she could have melted. Her face was flushed red, and she blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. It always surprised her how tenderly Shea treated her during those rare moments of intimacy. Those tight hugs that felt more protective and adoring than restrictive, always interrupted by other people or pressing duties. But this time, there was nothing to interrupt them. Even as Shea moved back up to her lips, the question hung in the air, and when Shea broke away to ask it out loud, her yes came instantly and easily. Shea picked her up and walked to the closest bed, making it to the end of the bed before lowering her onto it.

Her thighs were pressed into her stomach as the warmth of the dusk sun warmed her face almost uncomfortably. Attempts to touch herself were taken over by Shea after she observed Sasha’s movements to mimic them. The intimacy was overwhelming, and after the passion, the tears finally came, after Shea had rejoined her and laid down beside her. She rarely cried after sex, but the tears didn’t stop, silently streaking her face, cooling her flushed skin. She didn’t know if it was because of the sexual tension finally being resolved, because it had been so long since she last got laid, or simply her body trying to regulate itself, but Shea seemed to understand regardless, rubbing Sasha’s head as ot blissfully watched the sky finally go black.

The next morning, Sasha rolled out of bed, shivered, pulled on the closest shirt she found, and groggily stumbled to the bathroom, thankfully for the small nightlight that meant she didn’t have to turn on the actual lights. As she was washing her hands, she looked up at the mirror to check her reflection, and she gasped. In the low visibility of the bedroom, she had grabbed Shea’s shirt by mistake. For some reason, it seemed large on her even though they were roughly the same size, and she was trying to think of why Shea’s shirt would be on the ground near her bed before she remembered. She moved the collar of the shirt over a few inches to reveal the mouth-shaped bruise that had blossomed overnight. She peeked out the door to see that the sheets on the bed closest to the window, her bed, were suspiciously rumpled up, even hours later. The bed closest to the door had the sheets pulled back on one side, and Shea asleep on the other.

She pressed on the bruise on her neck with her thumb, and the ache that left it made her aware of all the aches in her body, ones that were clearly post-sex aches.

Post-sex.

“*Shea and I fucked last night. I wanted to. I enjoyed myself. I want to have sex with her again*"

The realization was not a hard one. But the thought was an epiphany nonetheless, and she felt a wave of relief wash over her, almost laughing as she leaned against the wall and soaked everything in.

She crept out of the bathroom, trying not to wake Shea up, but she seemed to be expecting her, turning towards her and slowly blinking, as if trying to adjust to the growing morning light coming from the window.

"Mornin’ cutie.” She whispered, biting her lip while Sasha awkwardly apologized for waking her up, but Shea chose to ignore it.

“I love the way you look in my clothes.” Shea cooed, and Sasha felt her cheeks go hot as Shea made no effort to hide her eyes trailing up and down Sasha’s body.

“What, no but?"

"Yours"

"Ok yeah I walked into that one.” Sasha chuckled, climbing back into bed next to Shea and letting her take the shirt back off and toss it on the ground when she asked. They stayed in bed until they heard others downstairs cooking breakfast, cuddling and kissing, Sasha blushing when Shea rolled her onto her back and kissed her from her shoulders to just above her groin before she let Sasha get up.

Sasha never thought she had a particularly high sex drive, but over the next few days, it was if a wildfire was inside her. No matter how long she and Shea spent in their room together, she was never satiated. Their bodies were like magnets, pulling together, desperately wanting to make up time. Their housemates only chuckled when they went into their room together. Admittedly, they did turn in earlier than everyone else more than one night, which they brushed off on being tired, which no one bought.

As the first week progressed, conversations turned towards Shea’s win multiple times, and each time, someone joked with Sasha about “congratulating” Shea, which was always met with laughter and Shea telling the person to “fuck off” while laughing herself. Sasha laughed too, but every time someone made the joke, the dream she had the first night played in her head, and she ached with the thought of kneeling in front of Shea, taking control of her pleasure.

Towards the end of the week, Sasha walked into the room to the sound of running water, Shea was taking a shower and had left the door open, something the both of them had gotten into the habit of doing so the other could get ready or use the restroom at the same time. The thought of getting in the shower with Shea entered Sasha’s mind, and she impulsively stripped down and slipped into the shower. She wasn’t entirely sure what her plan was, but all she could think about was her dream and making it come true. Shea turned towards her with a surprised look that quickly turned into a smile.

“Hey baby.” She cooed as she pulled Sasha closer to let the water douse her before Sasha could move closer herself. She wrapped her arms around her waist and squeezed her ass. Her charm was on 100, and Sasha almost forgot why she was in there in the first place. Pulling away slightly, she sank to her knees in front of her. She batted her eyes and bit her lip while she rubbed Shea’s legs up and down. Shea’s eyes went from confused and worried to recognition, and she smiled.

“Oh, that’s what you want, huh?” Sasha nodded, and Shea gently cupped her chin and tilted her head up more.

“Let’s go on the bed, okay baby? It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.” Sasha nodded, standing up and moving to get out, but Shea grabbed her arm.

“In a little bit…” she purred, pulling Sasha back towards her and gently pressing their lips together, finding Sasha’s ass again. Sasha could taste the booze on Shea’s lips and sense her exhilaration. She could feel a newly familiar warmth beginning to pool in her stomach, but she forced herself to ignore it, wanting tonight to be about Shea.

She began rubbing Shea’s sides in an attempt to be seductive. Shea gently nipped at her bottom lip, which Sasha took as approval.

“I’m still topping.” Shea mumbled. “Nice try though.”

Sasha choked, and Shea pulled away just enough to smirk at her as she patted her back to help her clear it.

“You ain’t slick, baby. You’ve never tried to take charge like this before. It’s super cute to see you try though.”

“I’m not trying to be cute.” She pouted slightly, trying to figure out how to vocalize the fact that it hadn’t even been a full week.

“But you are cute. You’re always cute. And sexy. ” Shea whispered, and Sasha’s face went hot as Shea’s fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and circled her hole, something Shea quickly learned would help her muscles relax. Her mind flashed to their first time, with images of the bedspread and distant and slightly muffled whispers of Shea dirty talking, and her legs twitched. Shea smirked before pulling away.

“Stay here, I’ll be back.”

She opened the curtain and went out before Sasha could say something, coming back a few moments later with a bottle that was instantly recognizable. She pulled Sasha closer with one hand and asked her for consent before turning her around, pressing her front against the wall and working her open with her fingers. Shea bent down to kiss her shoulders, she was clearly using what she knew to make Sasha putty in her hands, and it was working. She threw her head back onto Shea’s shoulder, and Shea kissed her cheek.

“Could, Could we go to bed now?” She gasped, and Shea let out an amused breath.

“Sure baby, as soon as we rinse off.”

Sasha was so antsy, the few minutes it took to finish up in the shower felt like an hour. Shea could definitely tell, and Sasha knew that she reveled in holding Sasha up in the shower, stepping out first and handing her a towel, drying herself off languidly. After Shea hung her towel back up, Sasha grabbed her hand and led her to the bed, waiting until Shea sat up against the headboard before crossing over to her suitcase and pulling out a felt crown, long forgotten from filming. She kept her back towards Shea as she put it together, and tried to decide what to say next.

“You know, I never got to congratulate you properly on your win.” She said as she turned around, trying her absolute hardest to sound seductive. Shea’s eyes got wide, and Sasha felt a little twinge of pride.

"You were planning this all along."

"Actually I wasn’t. I haven’t used this suitcase since filming. But I say it worked out well. My queen.” She whispered as she neared the bed and placed it on her head. “It’s not as pretty as your actual crown, but it will do.” Sasha cooed as she settled in between Shea’s legs, grabbing her thighs and adjusting them to rest on her shoulders. Shea reached out and cupped Sasha’s face, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

“The others didn’t put you up to this, did they? You texted me when the episode aired, that’s more than enough for me.” Shea asked, and Sasha could tell she was genuinely concerned.

“Shea, my love, I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a while, I promise. I want this if you want it too.”

Shea’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she nodded, letting go of Sasha’s face.

“Are you ready, my queen?"

"Drop the queen stuff Sash, but yes. I’m ready."

Sasha purred, resisting the urge to say "my queen” again. She leaned in and pressed kisses against Shea’s length, warming both of them up before suckling at her tip, then taking her in her mouth.

She always went into a trance of sorts when she went down onto someone, losing track of time, focused on their pleasure alone. Licking up and down the shaft, gently sucking the balls, taking as much as she could as deep as she could. Sasha knew how to give a blow job, and she felt she did it well. Tonight though, she felt distracted. Shea’s gasps and moans echoed through her head, and all she could think about was Shea’s whispered teases in the shower. She tried to refocus herself on her task by peeking up at Shea, but she ended up gagging accidentally, and Shea immediately popped up.

“Easy baby, don’t choke yourself for my sake.” She cooed as she caressed Sasha’s face and grabbed the base of her own dick, preventing Sasha from going down that far. Shea leaned back onto the bed to allow Sasha to continue, her moans turning into breathy praises and compliments that turned Sasha’s face redder than it already was.

“Oh fuck yeah Sash”

“Your lips are heavenly oh my god.”

“Look at your pretty little ass, You’re so fucking hot and you’re the one sucking me off oh my god.”

Sasha was attempting to tune her out to no avail, she could hear and understand every word that came out of Shea’s mouth, and Shea knew that, spilling out the compliments and dirty talk until her voice changed and she said something that made Sasha pull off of her and push herself onto her elbows.

“..What?” she croaked out, her overworked mouth struggling to form words, knowing full well what was said. Shea reached out and caressed her face again, eyes dark with desire.

“Sit on my face. Please”

Sasha nodded shakily as she turned around so she was straddling Shea’s torso, and her ass was near Shea’s face. She reached out to continue when Shea grabbed her hips and yanked her upwards.

“Turn around and grab onto the headboard.” Shea growled, and Sasha obeyed, a bit shell shocked. She felt Shea shift down, and she put her knees on either side of her head. Shea grabbed her hips again and maneuvered her where she wanted her, growling in satisfaction before diving in, licking circles and lines, gripping her hips tighter before inserting her tongue into her, moving with Sasha when she instinctively jolted up and guiding her back down as she relaxed.

There was a million things bouncing around Sasha’s brain, words that would form but then get stuck, leaving her mouth as incoherent moans and groans. But Sasha thought Shea would almost appreciate that more. She rested her head on her hands as she moaned, relaxing her body, letting sensation fully wash over her. She felt Shea’s hands travel up her body, to her ribs and and chest, briefly rubbing her nipples before trailing her hands back down as a wave of electricity went through Sasha’s body, sending her up again with a hiss and guiding her back down with trembling hips, her thighs beginning to reflexively squeeze Shea’s head slightly, with every attempt to make it stop making it worse.

Suddenly, Shea stopped, pushing her up gently so she could slide out from beneath her, sitting up and hugging Sasha from behind as she hung onto the headboard still, her fingers unable to move.

“Are you ok to go further Babydoll?” Shea whispered, and Sasha nodded, letting go of the headboard and twisting around to hold onto Shea, who picked her up and sat her back down on the edge of the bed on her back, putting the felt crown back on when Sasha grabbed it and held it out to her as she stood up, her legs trembling a bit as well as she put on a condom, offering her a drink from a glass of water on the bedside table before taking a drink herself, then guiding Sasha down onto her back as she swished the water in her mouth.

Shea held on to her hips and then slid up to her thighs, holding her legs in place and adjusting them so she could have access to all of her. Shea gazed at her for a moment before grabbing a pillow and putting it underneath her, raising her hips up a little, and Sasha felt something deep in her stomach, something warm and desperate.

“You ready?” Shea asked, and Sasha nodded.

“I need you to say yes or no, love."

"Yes.” Sasha whispered, and she watched Shea’s eyes darken with intense focus as she started thrusting, holding Sasha’s hips still as she tried to bounce with her, grabbing her hand and placing it near her crotch, indicating she wanted Sasha to stroke herself.

Within 30 seconds, the felt crown had fallen off Shea’s head onto Sasha’s chest, and Shea brushed away from her reach before Sasha could hand it back to her, and Sasha turned to watch it fall off the bed.

“Hey, I need to see your face. You don’t have to look me in the eyes, but I need to be able to gauge your comfort, ok?” Shea asked, gently turning Sasha’s head back to face her, and Sasha nodded and whispered something resembling an acknowledgment and an apology, which Shea responded to by letting go of her chin, rubbing her head soothingly, and then straightening back up and resuming, continually adjusting Sasha’s hips. Sasha only figured out what she was trying to do moments before she was successful, practically slamming her head into the bed when Shea found her g-spot. Shea rocked against it for a bit, looking absolutely entranced as Sasha’s legs trembled against her shoulders and the rest of her body writhed, smoothly moving back into her previous rhythm when it became clear Sasha would finish too quickly otherwise. Shea clearly wanted to make sex last as long as possible, frequently switching up the length and the speed of her thrusts, gazing at Sasha to see if she liked it, changing it up if she needed to. And it did last a while before Shea’s hips became less forceful and Sasha could tell

she was painfully close, maybe even attempting to hold herself back from orgasm. But any potential attempts were to no avail, as Shea knelt down on the bed and leaned in for a kiss before her body tightened and released with a groan, and Sasha could feel her shaking inside of her, but it wasn’t enough to bring her to her own orgasm, even as she kept on stroking herself.

Shea slowly blinked as her head cleared, making hazy eye contact with Sasha and softly smiling before running her eyes down the rest of her body and seeing that Sasha was nowhere close to finishing. Her eyes lit up, and before Sasha knew it, Shea had scooted her into the middle of the bed and crawled between her legs, groaning in anticipation.

She looked up at Sasha and batted her eyes, waiting for her to nod and whisper breathlessly before ducking down and gently sucking on one of her balls. Sasha’s reaction was immediate, she squirmed and gasped out. That was something else Shea learned early on, she seemed to know exactly what Sasha liked before she could tell her. Shea knew Sasha so well, and so it would make sense that her body was no exception. It also made sense that it barely took any time at all once Shea started sucking for Sasha to finish, Shea’s name on her lips as her thighs shook around Shea’s head.

Next thing Sasha knew, Shea was straddling her and kissing her, stroking her cheek and whatever piece of skin was closest, entangling the two of them into a cage of limbs, which is where they stayed for as long as they could, until Sasha had to get up and excuse herself to the bathroom. When she walked back out, Shea had switched beds, and Sasha had a bit of a deja vu moment to a few days ago, only instead of Shea being asleep, she was sitting up and smiling at her, motioning for her to join her. She strided over to the bed and got under the covers with Shea and went into her arms the moment they were held out, resting her head on her chest and nuzzling into her, thinking about nothing besides the current moment and all the moments before.

Soon enough she would deal with the dread of leaving Shea and this place, separated by miles, cities, and schedules, she wanted to savor every second she could without it being tainted by anxiety.

“I love you.” Shea whispered, “I love you so fucking much.”

Sasha barely heard her, and she sensed it wasn’t for her as much as it was for Shea to say it out loud, so she nuzzled Shea’s chest and ran her hand across her torso, mundane enough to be coincidental, but hopefully acknowledging and reciprocating enough for Shea to understand.

Downstairs, one of their friends called out, asking about a trip to a ice cream parlor, and Sasha and Shea looked at each other and held each other for a few more seconds before getting up and getting dressed, Shea leaving first with one last kiss so as to not seem suspicious, even though no one would buy it. Sasha looked out the window one last time at the sunset as she grabbed her bag, then went out the door, ready for whatever adventure was next.

#rpdr fanfiction #sasha velour #shea coulee #sashea #mock star #canon compliant #smut #fluff #s9 #as5

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hi! just wanted to say i love ur theories sm! especially the ones about the triangle and reki and adam being like the "devil and angel" on langas shoulder. would you mind expanding a bit more on the meaning of the ending song? i was looking at them and it definitely feels like ranga is going to become canon is some form and that it will be requited at first, then adam gets in the way and its unrequited, and then maybe its requited again? idk thats what i picked up from it but what r ur thoughts?

Awe thank you so much! And of course! I would love to expand more on what I think the meaning of the ending song is! Just keep in mind im using the English translation from YouTube so there may of been a few words mistranslarws but this is why I thonk the song is reki and langa having a conversation. I wont be going word for word other wise we will be here awhile but here's some things I noticed

"Oh let's keep the feelings"

Can have many meanings, and throughout the ending song it changes meaning quite alottm but at the beginning I think what it refers to is skating. And how they need to keep their love for it. This is important as recently in the show Reki seems to be losing his love for it. Blinded by feeling inferior. So what this lyric implies is what is truely important to both of them. And that is keeping the feeling they had when they first started skating.

From deduction I beleive the first verse is Rekis point of veiw

"The road on which the kicked stone rolls, you're stubborn"

As we know Langa is the more stubborn outnofnthe two. Reki is the more carefree and go with the flow.

"There is no distinction between old and new, I like what I always like"

If my thoughts are correct and they are older looking back on their younger days. I think this is Reki admitting that even though they have grown and even if their sneakers have changed they are still the same as they were back then. That his feelings from those days are still as strong as ever.

"I feel like another person for the rest of my life"

Can be a confusing thing to try and deciper as it can have many meaning but my favorite one, is that this is him admitting he wants Langa with him forever. That he doesn't want to be alone, that he feels like having Langa there is what he needs.

This is immediately followed by

"Lets go together. Let's go with you. Beyond the sea of tears, I can move. I can help you "

Furthering the previous statement that this is their way of saying they want to stay together. As we know Reki is constantly helping Langa. Let it be with skateboarding or even fixing Langas board. Rekinis always excited to help. So the mention of helping is what made me think this verse was Reki.

"If you have a feeling. Let's keep feelings. Let's keeping your heart. As we are Happiness with you."

They want to keep feeling this way. They don't want things to change, because this is when they are happy.

To no ones supprise it is blatantly obvious that the boys will find their happiness in each ither. Like rekinsaid his happiness in epispde 1 was skating. So I wouldn't be supprised that in the final episode if the thought of happiness is brought back up and it changes.

"Inside an empty cigar case. I was growing tall now. To be honest. I will remember. Tightly tied laces. Let's make it my favorite color. Its infinite. I like what i always like."

The mention of a cigar case is what gave me the idea that this is when they are older. And esspeically the mention of growing taller. Though I don't know which one this could be. Judging by some lyrics later I assumed this verse was Langa.

Again the mention of shoes is brought up. Leading back to skateboardong then the mention of a favorite color.(( I dont think this refers to the shoes themselves but if it did that would be interesting because ya know what red and blue make? ..purple. and what color are langas shoes? Damn I could do a whole crack theory on this man's shoes-)) but anyway! I think the favorite color is in referance to langas new board. As we know he will be getting a new board soon and if its reki making it. It wouldn't supprise me if he asked langa for his favorite color to paint it.

NOW THIS IS THE PART THAT HAD ME FLIPPING MY LAPTOP WHEN I REALISED IT WAS A CONVERSATION

Remember this from verse 1?

"Unimaginable wall ride. It made me laugh all right. All night I was waiting for the morning. "

Yes well read this from verse 2. A direct response.

"Fearless wall ride. I'll make you laugh all right. All night has been exceeded"

And then it is instantly followed with

"I feel like another person for the rest of my life" again

From verse 1. It made me think about how Reki would laugh alott while Langa was learning. Mostly because langa really could not pull off the basic things and would often end up hurting himself. The mention of waiting for the morning is as if Reki is excited to see Langa. To skate with langa. Not having someone for so long it brings him excitement each day to have someone there.

And then the direct response from Langa is as if he is saying he aimed to make Reki laugh with what he did. That he kept trying just to get him to laugh. Before reassuring him that the night is done and that he really is here to stay. That if Reki was worried everything was just a dream. The day proves to him it isn't.

"Lets talk about silly things with you forever. I want to laugh next to you. "

As we know Reki tends to ramble and Langa tends to listen. But something the show shows wonderfully is how the more time passes Langa is becoming more open. He smiles mostly whenever Reki is talking to him showing how he and Reki have grown close. Again this is talking about they want to be beside each other again.

I beleive that sentance is Rekis point of beiw though. He wants to talk with Lamga and much as possiable and he wants the ither to laugh.

Which leads me to belive this song takes place when they are seperated . Not together in that moment. But both thinking back on the same memories.

Final verse.

"If the world ends. I dont need anything special. Same pace as usual. Let's stay together unchanged. Yes 'now is beautiful. "

I don't know who's point of veiw this verse is. But I like to think its both lf them. Or it switches between them.

They talk about how even if the world ends they will be fine so long as they are together and the same as usual. That NOW is perfect. Because all they need is one another.

"Lets go together. Lets go with you. Its not just fun. Youre here by my side. Helping me. "

Now I belive that is Langas response to reki in the first verse saying he wants to help him. That langa wants to keep going to the future with Reki besides him. And the same for Reki. He wants to go with Langa. Skateboarding is no longer just fun for eaither of them anymore. It became more then that because ts something they do together.

As Joe said. Our local villian man says skateboarding is a language of love. (Though I will draw a line in the sand and say local villian man treats more like lust and desire) but! For reki and langa is really is a love language. Skateboarding basically represents a reltionship in this show. They started it together. Kept doing it together. But eventually one person was moving ahead to fast and the other couldn't catch up this will result in- (*cough* their first breakup) but skateboarding will definetly bring them back together again.

The show will definetly separate them at some point. Because it has to be done . Of my theories are correct. They need to be separated and away from each other in order to full realise they need each other. They need that break to realise skateboarding isn't just fun anymore. That without the other there to support them. Its no longer what it used to be.

"Im not alone. I'm always by your side."

This can apply to both the characters which is why I beleive the final verse is a mixture of the two of them. For Langa he came to Japan not knowing anyone but his mom. He was alone till Reki shoved his way into his life. And for Reki he was alone even though he was surrounded by so many people. Because he had no one to truepy connect with. But now they are always beside each other.

"You can talk about silly things as many times as you like. I will remember and laugh"

Now not alott of thing scare me but this- ...this thing scares me- ok so all joking aside. This is another direct response to a line a few verses back. But this time ots langa. Langa saying how he doesn't mind listening to Reki talk. Because he will remember everything and laugh about it. That as long as reki wants to keep talking he will listen..

Though I'm kind of scared how they phrased the remember and laugh thing- I just have trust issues with this director since banana fish so they just better not give my boys an angsty ending-

And finally!

"You are always in my chest."

They are always in each others hearts. Another suspicious lyric that is making me second guess everything sweet. And makes me beleive the two of them are seperated some how. It better only be because of college or I swear- hands will be thrown!

But apart from that its a very sweet song. About them feeling nolsolgic. Thinking back of their past. Remembering feelings. How they will always be in each ithers hearts. How they are each others happiness. And how they can't see a future without each other in it.

Though it is also possiable for the singers of each verse to be the complete opposite of what I choose. Since langa seems to be the one helping Reki now, but we will wait till the show ends to do a serious theory on this once and for all xD

#sk8 the infinity spoilers #sk8 the infinity #sk8 the infinity theory

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