#they did that - someone please tell me that at this point they weren't still shaming everyone who shipped it

[reyolfx]

metatron really said "you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but, ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?" and cas just looked guiltily off to the side and didn't deny it even for a second

ok

[mehiwilldoitlater]

remember that ask about yuán fèn being able to communicate with sun wukong's spirit, well how bout' u mix it with ur last sad fic and make the reader a reincarnation of that guy's dead wife, not that i also see him giving yuán fèn advice on his relationship and look at them and realize they look at each other the same way he and her past self did

Yuán Fèn never liked to be jealous. He hated it, finding that emotion despicable.

But it was always natural to him, feeling the urge to hide you from every possible suitor's eyes, even now that you were completely and utterly his own. You loved him, and he loved you, that was all.

But he had instincts, and it's complicated to control them or satisfy them when the one that causes this emotion is a spirit that lives in his head.

When did Wukong start to look at you in that way? When did it happen? When he merged with him? When you both vowed each other your loves? Or it was something that had grown with time?

Despite his desire to attack something that was more in his head than outside of it, he had noticed that the looks on the sage's face weren't of desire or longing; they were pityful looks, like those of someone who is regretting something.

A few times I wanted to approach the subject to understand his strange new obsession with observing you, but it was always not the right time or just an avoided matter like many others. His eyes looked at you like some old man that observed the sky that changed towards time, and he wanted to know why.

Like every time he found him there, in the side of his eyes, looking at you. He was sitting on the wooden porch of your new shared house; the sunset colored the sky like the day that he had fought his shell in his mind. You were there, in the distance, playing some games with a few of the small monkeys, laughing and trying to catch them. On the sage face, a small smile.

"I know you're in my head, but I would appreciate it if you could stop staring at her."

He waited for a response from the former king, only to meet silence. He sighed, explaining why he was so difficult. He followed him to his spot on the porch, looking at you falling in the grass while a small monkey had climbed on your chest.

"At least you could tell me the reason?"

"The smile is the same."

Yuán Fèn looked at him confused. He expected everything—some remarks, a stupoid joke—instead he was talking like that now.

"...Same?"

"Yes, the same... I wonder... but if it's true, or the karma it's an amazing thing, or It just love to play dirty games."

"Oh, please!" he burst out, passing a hand on his head. "Spill it out! Tell me and let's get it over it!"

A frown appears on Wukong's face. That was hard to face for many reasons: restment, some shame, some desire to Just don't think about it. But mostly, it was the fact that it was all his doing and it was hard to digest.

"You remember my wife, Kid?"

"The untold story, yes, what about it?"

"And you know how cycles and reincarnation work, right?"

Yuán Fèn looked at him, trying to connect. Once it was done, his surprised expression turned into a sad one.

"But... she came from another world... she can't possibly..."

"That made it worst... She wasn't made to come here, but something still brought her back here, to you...and to me."

"Sadly," he continued, with a grin that showed all of his pointing teeth. "I won't be the one enjoying her! Good for you, guess."

The younger monkey wanted to make a comment about the comment but found himself uncapable to even do that. He felt just a sense of sadness and cruelty in these big schemes.

Once, they were lovers. Now he was just a projection of his mind, and you didn't even know. Was she still asleep? Maybe she just didn't want to see him... Was she still angry or in pain for being put second to the monk? Tò face death for his plan?

He pondered a little... and then he went to talk with you.

///

"Are you sure about it?"

"Yes."

"You're trembling..." His hand caressed your cheek, trying to bring comfort to your unspoken fear.

"I just... I don't want anything to happen to you. And... well, I'm going to talk to him... it's just really a big thing for me."

He knew it was crazy, but something. He talked to Wukong, asking him about it, and he just stayed there, watching buffled about it. He made the Great Sage buffled... That's new...

"I know, it's crazy... But...he would make him happy, I think."

"Well, if it's a way for him to stop his midnight talk with you, then okay! Let's do it! and I watched the Exorcist! So I know what to do in the worst scenario!"

He laughed about it; he really didn't want to know what your plan was in case the thing didn't work.

But he loved you, and he knew that he would let anything happen to you, not even by his own hand...possessed hand.

He took a big breath, closed his eyes, and stratified to concentrate. He needed to clean his mind from every doubt, emotion, and thought—he needed to make space.

A wave reached to him, and he felt like he was going underwater. There was no right, left, up or down, only the void. This is where Wukong belonged, and now... he needed to take his place.

When Yuán Fèn opened his eyes back, you knew that what was in front of you wasn't him. His warm eyes were so fiery that they could set you whole on fire; his kind expression now was stoic, fuelled with an ancient power that could have crushed you any time.

So that was the feeling when you were in front of Sun Wukong.

You tried to look as normal as you could while those two golden and blood-red eyes kept on studying you, but you only felt the urge to run and hide, to call back Yuán Fèn and call you out...but you couldn't, because you too knew that it was important.

"Ehm..." you cleared your voice. "G-great sage? ...Mister SWukong?...whoever lives in my fiancè head? I'm... well, I guess you know me."

His hands grasped you by your shoulder; he held you mid-air, analyzing you with a new look. He was scared; he was shocked. He was speechless. And you were scared—so fucking scared.

"Hold on, hold on, calm down, mister Sage. I don't think it's-"

Before you could really call for Yuán Fèn, you could feel his arms around you, holding you with desperation, like you could disappear. His hands trembled, holding your dress to the point that you thought that he wanted to rip it off. His chest trembled so much... and his hot tears were falling on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, my love! It's all my fault!"

His loud cry, his hiccups, his moan of pain—this pain—this was Wukong pain. After so many years...

"You were right; you were always right! I was mistaken! I just wanted the world to see that we were important and that you were important! But... but I dragged you down. I should have protected you, listened to you, and failed as a husband."

He cried louder, harder, collapsing on his knee and bringing you down with him. So it was true...he wnated justice for himself and his wife, just like the book said...

"My precious one, my only light, my one treasure! I ruined every chance; I ruined you! IO wanted to have our life back, and instead I... lost you again! Please! Plase, I'm sorry!"

You didn't know what to do or what to say—he was desperate. There was no word you could say to a pain that was there, lingering and fermenting for this long. You were afraid to touch him even. You prayed to have at least one idea, one suggestion!

Maybe someone responded... or just gave you the right words to say.

"My beloved..." His eyes widened; your pained expression was so soft in his eyes for his pain and desperation. "There's nothing to apologize...not anymore. We had given the miracle to be found by each other, and I'm grateful for that. I had always loved you, and forever I will."

Your hand gently caressed his pained expression, caressing away those fat tears. His hand stopped you from leaving his face, holding like trying to melt in you.

"Forgive me."

"I forgive you."

"I was so lost..."

"Now we're found."

And when he hugged you, you felt like a weight on your shoulder, like someone pulling him closer.

///

When he woke up, his face just hurt. He couldn't open his eyes without the need to wash them, and he felt like he needed to drink an entire lake. His head on your legs, your hand caressing his hair.

"...What happened?"

"You passed out after crying for hours."

"That explains why I feel my eyes hurt."

You hummed; keep on caressing his features, now more relaxed than ever. He took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Somehow, this scene seemed nostalgic, like you saw it before...maybe in another life.

Despite the curious thing, you fell into bliss and were at peace with yourself.

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[holyjongs]

after school.

professor!san x f!reader

topics/warnings: professor san, student reader, oral sex, desperate san, dom!san, fem!reader, kinda normal?, both of you are whipped, a lot of plot

a/n: hi guys! i’ve been kinda ia just because i haven’t been motivated to write but i’m finally putting another one out! although it’s kinda plain (maybe?) i hope you guys still enjoy~

wc: 1.65k

after what seemed like hours, the dismissal bell finally rang. instead of your usual sorrow that you had to leave your favorite class, of which the professor you were absolutely infatuated with, a pang of nervousness hit you like a bus. you glanced anxiously around the classroom and then slowly down into your hand, reading the small note written in almost cursive neat handwriting which was so obviously written with gentle care.

Please see me after class

-C.S.

you had dreaded this moment ever since he slipped the note face down onto your desk during his lecture. you always made a point to sit front and center in his class so you could see him from the closest angle that the large lecture hall had to offer. whether he was wearing his signature black suit, almost too tight for his structured frame and broad shoulders, or a more relaxed sweater, he almost glistened while he was standing at the front of his class. the way he confidently spoke while addressing the class or when he silently but intently sat at his desk grading papers always made you feel a way you had never before.

although nervous, at the same time you couldn't help but feel... excited? why did he want to see you? after class? the way he gave you the note so nonchalantly made your face heat up. you couldn't help but imagine why in the world he would want to see you of all people.

as your classmates left the room you stood up, your bag thrown over your shoulder, and walked to his desk at the front of the auditorium. you wanted to see me? you asked timidly.

he looked up from the paper he was reading (presumably grading) and smiled softly. as your eyes met, it was as if someone had tied your souls together in that very moment. you tried to hold back the butterflies that were rushing through your stomach.

‘yes.. well i just wanted to ask where you got the idea for your last thesis paper? i read it thoroughly multiple times and i’ve got to say.. i’ve never read anything like it.’ he said with the same smile on his face. you were taken aback by his words. the thought of him going over and over again rereading your paper inevitably made your face heat up. you scanned his face for any kind of acknowledgment of your reaction to no avail.

you tried to form an appropriate response despite your mind being jumbled. after a few attempts at stuttering and apologizing, (even though you were just digging yourself into a deeper hole) you just sighed. he had successfully undone you within a matter of minutes. he chuckled at the sight with a knowing smirk, now fully understanding the effect he had on you.

following your insanely embarrassing stunt, the two of you spent a minute in a comfortable silence just looking at each other. you had no idea what his intentions were. did he feel the same way about you as you did him? there was no way. although wildly inappropriate, you couldn’t help but imagine the two of you in ways that would put the fifty shades series to shame; just as you had done over and over before. in this moment it felt like anything could happen. the tension in the air was so thick it could be cut flawlessly with even the weakest knife.

soon after your eyes locked, your lips followed soon after. he broke the kiss for a split second to quickly pull off his glasses (which you found so hot). until this moment you weren't ever sure if the way he looked at you in class was your imagination or reality. the kiss you shared was passionate and strong. you could tell he's wanted to do this for a very, very long time.

san immediately took the lead, moving you gently to where you were sitting on his desk; surrounded by neat stacks of papers and textbooks that he always had so organized. as the kiss deepened, he moved his large hands from cupping your face slowly trailing down to your shoulders and eventually your breasts, taking them fully in his hands. the way he felt you had you thinking this was his last day on earth. you couldn't help but moan leaning into him from the sensation of him groping you lewdly on top of the now messy kiss.

in a whim he had pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your favorite bra to him (which you only wore on days you had his class; in hopes that one day he'd notice). ‘you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this darling’ he whispered roughly in your ear. if you weren’t completely soaked by then, you definitely were now. he could tell how desperate you were by your shaky breaths and hesitant touches along the back of his shoulders and his chest.

he quickly took this as a sign to move further, humming softly breaking the kiss to move further down your body; peppering kisses from your neck to your stomach and eventually your inner thigh. he looked up at you with big rounded eyes that were almost as desperate looking as you felt. you nodded with urgency knowing what he meant. he followed by slowly hooking his finger into the waistband of your shorts, slowly pulling down and throwing them across the room all while maintaining eye contact with you.

he took the sight that sat in front of his face; you’re nothing but a drenched mess on his desk. something he had been dreaming of for far too long. but of course, you were oblivious to this fact. he was drunk on simply the sight of you coming undone by this simple interaction. of all the women choi san had invested himself in, you were shooting to the top of his list by the second.

before you knew it, he had pulled your panties to the side and buried his face between your legs. he was drinking you up as if he had been parched for the last number of years in his life. ‘fuck baby, you’re so wet for me’ he almost moaned, trying to keep some composure in his voice. between disheveled groans and his hands swarming your body you were definitely as much of a mess as he was. you couldn’t help but let out moans and whimpers of increasing volume. he slapped his hand over your mouth without even looking up. you knew you had to be quiet because of the echos in the large empty room. you had gotten so lost in the moment that his subtle action had brought you back to reality.

he moaned deeply into you as he lapped up all of your juices. ‘fuck i want all of you. i dont care. i want you to be all mine baby, please.’ he quietly said. his voice was so dominant, but every ounce of composure he once tried to keep was long gone. if it wasnt before, it’s now obvious that he wanted you just as bad.

it didn’t take you long to get close to orgasming. he immediately knew with your heavy pants and small whimpers. as he looked up at your messy state, he thought you looked far cuter now than you ever had in his class. you threw your head back and gripped the edge of the desk as you came. he was enjoying this maybe even more than you were. you rode out your orgasm on his face, grabbing his hair with your head still back. this was so many dreams come true for you and him both in this moment.

you slid off the desk and he immediately took you in his arms. his embrace was so comforting; it was what you had been yearning for for far too long. you stayed like that for a moment. your head just right on his chest to where you could perfectly hear his heartbeat. it was in a rhythm to where it exactly soothed any nerves you had previously had.

you laid your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. by the time you looked up at him, he was already looking at you with an emotion in his eyes you had never seen from him before. the way he could be dominant and comforting at the same time was beyond you. you never wanted this moment to end. you looked at the clock that was sitting above his desk and realized that it was about time for another class to come in.

you both quickly composed yourself and stood at his desk as if you were just talking. a wave of relief washed over you for getting dressed so quickly because students immediately began to walk in. he hastily grabbed his glasses and pushed them onto his face. luckily nobody was really paying attention to the two of you.

as the hall filled, you looked at san with a loving gaze. although it had only been a short amount of time that both your feelings had been revealed to one another, it had felt like the two of you had been interlocked for an eternity. you were relieved that he felt equally as strong towards you and any any doubts that you had ever had in your mind were washed away like serene ocean waves. he looked down at his feet

‘well… i should… uh… i’ll see you tomorrow?’

you smiled at him

‘i’ll see you tomorrow’ you said reassuringly

as you grabbed your bag and turned your back on him, you could feel his gaze staying on you. walking out of his class you smiled to yourself, not knowing what the future held for the two of you. but for now, you were content.

[doctorwhoandfairytaillover]

Loving Arms (4)

Summary: The children of Viserys I from his wife Alicent Hightower had always been lacking in affection from their parents. They simply didn't realize how much until their widowed aunt was brought into their lives. (AU where Alicent has an older sister and her kids get the love that they deserve, takes place some time after the Driftmark event)

Part IV: Changes must be made

|| Loving Arms Masterlist ||

A/N: There were so many ways that I wanted this chapter to go, but I think this was as good as I was going to get it. Please leave a comment and let me know what y'all thought. 😊

BTW: I have tagged everyone that asked, but some weren't working for some reason

For quite some time, Aegon was used to being harshly woken in the morning and dragged to different lessons or things that he absolutely despised attending because it was the expectation. Curtains would be pulled open quickly, further bothering his morning as light would seep into his eyes and making his head pound with pulsing pain from drinking quite a bit the night before.

His mother, grandfather, or perhaps the septa would harshly pull him from his bed, tell him off for his previous behavior and that he was shaming not just himself, but his family by his actions. It was all things that he had heard and experienced more times than he could count.

A routine that he had lived for so many years that he had lost track at what point did it begin.

So it was certainly a complete shock to wake up slowly one morning, the soft feeling of someone playing with his hair was what had stirred his sleep addled mind. His room was still fairly dark, the curtains had not been drawn and there were no servants or other attendants milling about his room. His bleary eyes slowly focused in to see that his lovely muña was the only one in the room.

"Did you sleep well, sweet boy?" she asked softly while combing her fingers through his hair. "I figured that we might try a different way of going about your morning since I heard that you imbibed quite a bit."

She sat on the edge of his bed and had such a tender look of affection as she stared at him that it overwhelmed Aegon to see it. Instead of answering, he hid his face in her skirts and gripped the fabric of her dress between his hands. Kneading the material in his hands and whimpering softly.

There was no reproach from his sweet muña and she shushed him softly, petting his tangled locks.

"Oh Aegon," she whispered. "I am sure that your head hurts, but we must start the day. There is quite a bit that must be done."

He snuggled into her lap and peeked an eye to look at her, "Must I?"

She laughed gently, "Yes, you must."

She turned to the side table by his bed and carefully picked up the teapot that was placed there by the servants to pour some tea into his teacup. "Here, sit up a little."

Begrudgingly Aegon sat up against the headboard of his bed and pushed back his hair away from his face, rubbing at his eyes in exhaustion.

"I made sure to add a bit of honey to your tea this time," she smiled. "I thought a bit of sweetness would be a nice way to start the day before we break fast."

"Thank you," he whispered. He took his light purple teacup with gentle care and blew softly on the steaming liquid, humming in delight when he managed a small sip. "It tastes better, thank you muña."

"You are welcome," she said as she picked up her own teacup and drank her tea silently beside him.

It was quiet.

Aegon wasn't used to soft mornings like this one.

To hear the distant clatter of life outside the walls of the Keep.

The gentle birdsong as they also greeted a new day.

The quiet hums of his muña, whose smile hadn't left despite the fact that he wasn't even ready for his lessons.

Even with his hesitance to become too comfortable, Aegon hoped that he could more mornings like this one.

"Muña?" he called out softly. "It is not that I don't appreciate this change of pace, but what stirred all of this?"

"I heard amongst the grapevine that your mornings were quite the chaotic events" she said gently. "That it was quite the spectacle to be present when the eldest prince was put in his place or so I had heard."

His face burned in shame and he looked at the dregs left at the bottom of his cup. Because even though he appeared aloof and uncaring to others, it was humiliating to go through it.

He just didn't know how to change what he was doing, when every day felt like a burden.

When his limbs felt like lead, his head would hurt from all the letters that would swim on the page, and as if his heart would pound out of his chest as nothing that his tutors said made any sense to him.

"It seemed to me," she said quietly and carefully lifted his chin to look her in the eye. "It seemed that everyone around you had failed to help you. Or was I mistaken?"

Tears pooled in his lavender eyes and shook his head, swallowing the lump that was stuck in his throat.

"I know there will be quite a bit of backlash, but I have relieved all of your current tutors from service and have sent word to a few that we will see if they fare any better" she said. "Would that be alright with you? Trying things a little differently?"

He quickly but carefully set his teacup beside him, practically leaping into her lap and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His sobs wracked his body and made it difficult to speak.

"H - how? H - how is it that y - you can s - see ME?!" he cried. "H - how? When my own m -mother cannot?"

She only held him tighter and rubbed his back softly, "Because I know what it is like to go through life never being seen by those we cry out to the most."

He could only cry.

And she held him in her arms for quite some time, letting him cry even when his nose ran and stained her dress. It took a long time until his breaths merely shuddered as the last of his tears dried and he let himself be held.

Slowly he sat up and wiped at his nose, "I think that I would like a bath now."

"I will have someone come up and draw the water for you," she said wiping his stray tears away. "I have someone that I need to speak with soon, go and look for your siblings. Spend some time together, I have made the arrangements so that you are not interrupted."

With that she leisurely stood up and brushed her skirts from any wrinkles. He sat back on his bed and watched her.

"Where will you be going, muña? May we come along?"

"No Aegon, it is probably best that you and your siblings not come with me today. I do not think it would be appropriate for you all to witness me stir up more trouble than is necessary."

"Trouble?" he tilted his head confused.

"Heaps of trouble and hopefully I will not need any help getting out of it" she laughed. "But knowing my big mouth, there will be times that I cross the line."

"I don't know if I like where this will go" he said. "Please take care, muña."

"I will do my best, Aegon" she said. "But do not worry and I will be back as soon as I am able."

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"My lady, I must tell you once again that the King does not wish to have any visitors at this time," the guard said with his gaze forward.

"And I will tell YOU again Ser, that if you do not tell the King that I wish to speak to him about an urgent matter, that you are stripped of your post and tongue" she smiled.

The guard trembled in his place but remained firm in keeping his gaze forward.

"My lady, please -"

"What seems to be going on here?"

Their gazes darted to King Viserys standing by his partially opened door, he looked between them expectantly.

"Good brother, how lovely to see you" she said with a saccharine smile. "I was telling this kind ser that I needed a word with you, but it seems that you were preocuppied."

"Nonsense, I have time to speak with my good sister. Come in (Y/N), don't dawdle by the door."

Walking by the guard, she curtsied sarcastically and followed Viserys into the room, only to stand by the door itself as her gaze looked over the massively detailed city that he was constructing.

"This is.... quite the project that you have here, Viserys."

"I have been making it for a long time, I would hope that it looks impressive for all the effort that I put into it" he chuckled, while working on another portion of the city. "But tell me, what brought you here that needed you to threaten that poor young man?"

"I will be blunt Viserys, were you in a drunken stupor when you agreed that Aegon and Halaena should be married? This kingdom follows the faith of the Seven and despite the brutish ways of your ancestors, they should not be married."

His expression hardened and he stopped what he was doing.

"Your Father and Alicent made quite a few points and I saw no harm in them," he said. "If you have any qualms bring it up to either of them."

"But you are King," she stated. "A decision like this cannot be made without your say, so yes there is a few things that you could do to make sure that this marriage doesn't happen."

"We must all do things that are our duty even if we are not fond of them, I am sure that with time they will find it agreeable" he waved it off.

"And you are the speaker of such things?" she scoffed. "Here you hide away from your own children and wife, it is hypocritical to say that they will one day find it agreeable when you can't stand to be in their presence."

"That isn't true!"

"Then explain it to me Viserys! You say that we must all do things that we are not fond of and because of duty, but those children are suffering because of it!" she yelled. "You wanted an heir! Now you have plenty and cannot even spare them a moment of your time or care!"

"My children want for nothing! They are princes and princess of this realm, they have never gone hungry and more things than they could ever want!" he argued. "In time they will learn to grin and bear it, because there are others that would love to be in their place!"

"With parents like theirs, it is punishment enough!"

"Silence! You have said enough!"

"No Viserys, I haven't!" she rushed forward and stood toe to toe with the man. "If I must forfeit my life here, I will do all in my power to ensure that those children have someone fight on their behalf!"

Viserys was practically shaking in anger, but her eyes had a look in them that made the man turn away. "See yourself out, (Y/N)."

"No."

He looked at her in disbelief, "No?"

"No" she echoed. "Until you concede, I will not."

"I am King, I could have you thrown in a cell for this insolence!"

"All I see is a weak man, there is no King here."

It was unnerving how she stared at him, Viserys was used to grown men trembling at his word and groveling for forgiveness at his feet. People pleading that he would find mercy in his heart for them and not following through with his threats.

Yet his good sister refused to back down

His legs shook as he sat down and tried to keep his gaze on her.

"What would you have me do? I have already agreed."

"Allow me to find good matches for the children and that I may have say in what must be done for them" she said simply.

"That is asking for too much, (Y/N)."

"Oh it is merely the start, Viserys."

"What else is there?" he asked.

"We will have many more things to discuss," she smiled. "I hope you are comfortable because changes must be made."

[noroi1000]

„No one”

paring: Yandere Gojo x reader

Wc: 2,3k

Tw: yandere, possessive behavior, knife injures, short smut

a/n: I promised and I did. I haven't written one shots for a long time 😅

"S-Satoru! Please calm down!" you screamed placing your hand on his forearm as he stood in your way. "How can I calm down when you want to leave?! You can't get away from me... You can't leave me! You will belong to me forever!" "You are scaring me..." You groaned as his eyes grew more and more ghostly. And then you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, along with warm liquid spilling over your clothes. "You can't get away from me."

"Satoru, I love you."

That's all he wanted to hear from beginning to the end.

From the moment he met you until you've been together for eternity. Until the end of the world. 

For you, he wanted to overcome death. So that you can always be together. 

To be his all the time.

So that no one can take you. 

And the longer you were in such a relationship with him, the longer he was attached to you. The more he had to have you longer. He had to know more and more that no one else would have you. No one. Nobody other than him. 

So why does it have to be complicated? 

He wanted you for him. His love for your love. That's why.

Since you're his girlfriend, you're totally his. No chance of breaking up with him. With each passing day you show him love, the more he knows he can never let you go. 

The first month of the relationship was normal. Like an ordinary couple. You didn't know the limits of your relationship yet. It was really good. 

Fourth Month of Relationship: You were almost inseparable. Or so it seemed to others. Often together, where one goes, there goes the other. You did a lot of things together. There was true love between you. 

One year relationship: Everyone knew it was true love. You liked each other. Your life was not the same without the other. You loved each other, and you showed it to each other. 

Three years of relationship: No one had any doubts that you were in love with each other. Always together. You were so sweet. You spend time together. You are jealous but you still trust each other very much. Neither of you is cheating on the other and you don't even think about it. You're together because you want it. Nobody is forcing you to love someone. You do it because you want it. No one tells you how to feel. People say that your hearts beat in one rhythm. Like a symphony. That no one can stop you. That no one can destroy your love. Your friends thought you were perfect for each other. Not only in character, but also in bodies. You liked each other. It didn't matter what you looked like. The other liked it. It didn't matter if it was a defect in character or appearance. You were just as you were. You couldn't deny it. Every bad remark ended with you still being together anyway. Despite the fights that are in every relationship. You can't get bored after all this time. Nobody is boring. Because you two are perfect for each other. You will not deny it because it is true. You live very well together. 

Therefore, neither of you can die.

And you will never be apart. 

Five years of relationship: you are very happy with each other. And nobody thinks that you are bored with yourself. You behave and just like at the first meeting. But no more shame. Without Borders. Saying right away that you love each other. Jealousy and fear of loss. Perhaps it appeared. 

You weren't afraid of losing him because you had no intention of leaving him.

You were always meant to be together, and no one can separate you.

This reasoning was true.

Your relationship would be perfect and normal, practically beautiful, if it wasn't for Satoru's behavior. 

Over time, his jealousy just started to grow. 

You couldn't go anywhere without him. 

And then it got to the point where you couldn't smile at anyone but him anymore. Because "your smile belongs to him."

He told you to love only him - you love only him. 

He told you to give yourself completely to him - you gave yourself to him. 

He told you to smile only at him - you smile. 

He told you to spend time only with him - you started to be at home, only with him. Not going out with friends. 

He told you not to worry about anything - you don't worry. 

He told you to think positive - You think positive. 

You tried to think the same way when your relationship stopped being so nice. 

Satoru loved you so much. He kept telling you that he loves you. 

But he started controlling you more and more. He was jealous. He forbade you a lot of things, allowed you to spend time only with him. There was no "other" anymore. For you, there was only him. 

You've been arguing for a while. It's happened to you sometimes. And it hurt. The thought of it was unbearable. You don't want your relationship to end like this. 

Living together for so long. You know each other. You've been in a relationship for a long time. Much longer than you expected. 

It is not boring. It's nice. Or at least it was.

It's not boring, but you start to get more and more scared. 

Especially when you see how every time he goes into the bathroom or bedroom while you're inside, he locks the door. 

You didn't fight then, but you often saw your boyfriend insane.

He was smiling terribly. He spoke in a serious yet amused voice. And that was something that scared you. 

You cried more and more while you were locked in the house. 

Even though he hated it so much when you cried. It was something he hated the most. 

If he had to pick another thing he hates... 

...it would be the people who distract you from him. People, who make you smile at them. 

And you must smile at him. Love only him.

No one else.

"Ow! Please don't bite me..." you groaned, looking at the white hair growing from the head that is set between your legs. 

You felt the inside of your thigh tingle from his hands and mouth. 

And even with that pain, your core gleams with moisture, drawing his attention. 

When your fights started, you don't know why, but he began to eat you more and more often. It doesn't matter where and when. In the middle of the day or night. It made no difference or hindrance to him. 

For you too. 

Even though you're not the kind of person who will forgive everyone immediately after someone has sex with you. You are not a shallow person who forgives for the pleasures someone gives you.

You weren't just looking for pleasure from him. 

He liked it too. He always said eating you was the quickest way to prepare you for him. 

You were often embarrassed when he told you that you get wet very quickly. 

Besides, he loved to show his superiority. His ability to know your body is incredible.  He loves doing it because later he can watch your thighs shake. How you can't walk. And also, he can stare at your flushed face while he works wonders with his tongue between your folds. 

With this pleasure comes the pain of having to leave marks on your skin every time. 

On the whole body. 

It's why you have to cover up in the summer, it makes you hot. It's a relief in the winter.

But what to do.

Since it's so nice...

"I want to mark you..." he muttered, looking at you like a child chastised by a parent. 

"...But not so hard, please?" you asked gently. 

When you started to tighten your thighs slightly, he spread them back with his strong hands, smiling. 

"Don't hide that sweet pussy. You're begging me for more. You will come once, then twice. And then again and again. Until you say only my name. At last... No one else can have you like that. When you come, scream that you love only me~."

As he said that, he dug his tongue inside of you, yanking a choked sigh out of you. 

He covered your clitoris with his mouth and started sucking, looking at your red face in a mess. Breasts rising with each breath. 

A sight only he can see. 

He thrust two fingers into you suddenly, forcing you to clench on him. Thighs caught his head, squeezing slightly. When he wouldn't stop moving his fingers and tongue. 

You grabbed his white hair, tugging at the strands and making him purr pleasantly. Totally satisfied with this feeling. 

"S-Satoru..." You groaned as you felt the overstimulation. 

You needed at least a break.

He pulled away for a moment and said with a smile:

"I love you." 

Before he went back to harassing your most sensitive spots. 

"Satoru! Oh my goodness... I love you...!"

And so it was to be forever.

It was supposed to be that you would never say it to anyone else.

   But he already had a chance to lose you. 

He knew he was overreacting. He knew that he was already walking on a thin string of your peace. 

This string broke.

   

  "Satoru, I love you, but... I think we need a break from each other for a while. I'm sorry..." you cried saying it, but it wasn't the same as he felt. 

He wasn't mad at you for wanting to leave. But on others. 

After all, you can only be with him. 

He made you spend the rest of your life with him and no one else...

You are with him, and you will not be with anyone else. 

You want to make him happy. That's why you listen to him. So that he can be happy. You love him and you know he loves you. 

You've seen how his moves get dangerous. When he stopped in front of you so you couldn't leave the house. You saw the dangerous, shiny metal in his hand.

"S-Satoru! Please calm down!" You screamed placing your hand on his forearm when he was in your way. 

"How can I calm down if you want to leave?! You want get away from me... You can't leave me! You will belong to me forever! You are to love me! Only me."

"You are scaring me..." You groaned as his eyes became more and more ghostly. 

And then you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, along with warm liquid spilling over your clothes. 

Then your boyfriend's soothing words and whispers as he held your head gently, letting you rest your cheek against his chest. 

"You can't get away from me."

He stroked your hair, feeling your body slowly soften and weaken. 

"Sleep, darling... Sorry... But we must always be together... And when you wake up, it will still be like this... "

   

  "Good evening. We're from the police. We got a report that (y/n) (l/n) hasn't been seen in three weeks. I have been ordered to search the house because you are suspected. In addition, neighbors complain about strange noises and screams coming from your house."

"...(y/n) left me..."

With a sad face, he looked at the policeman who was standing outside the door with the others.

He was sad. He was furious with his neighbors. 

He couldn't stop people from entering the house. They checked every corner. They asked him about various things. But they found nothing. 

Your disappearance is unexplained.

Gojo was furious with people who said it was because of him. Your friends did it. 

You're not missing. 

You're still with him. At home. And he can look at your face. Without end. No one else can do it. 

   

    Understanding the innocence of the white-haired man, the police left the house, driving away. 

But he couldn't trust anyone else. First, he searched his house for something the police could use to check him. 

He didn't need trouble. And he didn't want to be watched either.

It took him a while to check absolutely everything. 

Then he went to the kitchen and took out some food. It was already supper time. 

He looked like a normal man preparing his own meal. 

A glass of water, finely chopped food. He took everything onto one tray before grabbing a clear plastic bag from inside the cabinet. 

A man who could eat dinner... It couldn't be like this anymore. 

Since there are wound remedies, gauze and bandages in the bag. 

He went to the bedroom, and opened the door to a sliding wardrobe built into the wall. The wooden partition behind the hanging clothes had a nice smooth texture. 

Until grab the little door handle and turn the key in the keyhole. 

Then the wall opens, and you can enter a room that no one expected. 

With a pleasant smile, he went ahead, not forgetting to close the door behind him. 

He sat on the soft bed, placing food and water on the cabinet next to it. 

He placed the bag next to him. 

With strong hands, he grabbed the quilt wrapped around something. 

                "(y/n)~ wake up~" he sang. 

He began to unwrap the covers from your body. You were warm in it. And you couldn't move much either. That way you couldn't hurt yourself. 

"...Satoru..." You groaned weakly, looking up at him with dark circles under your eyes. 

He adjusted you on the pillows before exposing your stomach. 

You wanted to get up and hug him.

You have only his now . 

No one else is with you but him.

You love him, even if this love will hurt. 

And you can only regret trying to get away from him. 

"Do not move. For several days such a wound will not disappear. It might open up and you'll start bleeding." He said, gently untying the bloody bandages.

        If you hadn't wanted to leave, this wouldn't have happened...

You don't want him to leave here. You still love him, even though you're scared and a little angry. You still love him.

You don't want to be alone in this room again. Wish he was here more often. Until you have to be here. 

You can't move even though it hurts so much.

"...It hurts so much... Satoru... So much, Satoru..." tears flowed from your eyes. 

"I had to keep you with me somehow. Now you'll never leave here again. You will only be with me. No matter what. Baby, no one will have you but me."

[coldfanbou]

Last Resort

I made this story attached to the Police Joy fic, which you can read if you want. Rough sex and just a smidge of self-degradation.

Length 1.3K

Joy X mreader

Previous Part

After Officer Joy accepted your invitation, she became a slave to you. She wouldn't do anything whenever you committed a robbery, and eventually, she lost her job. As her life spiraled downwards, she tried to pick up the pieces, looking for any job but either being refused or fired soon after starting due to missing work too often. When you weren't fucking her, she was less submissive to you and often talked back. "You know, officer, you still have a couple of options."

"Shut up; what options could I possibly have? I can't hold any job down with you fucking me constantly."

"You act like you don't beg for it. Half the time, you're cum drunk, and the rest begging for more. You're addicted to my cum. You do have an option, though, porn."

"I can't do that. What if someone I know finds it?"

"So you're just going to be homeless? Because that's what's going to happen if you don't. We've already established you can't hold a job. Just think, film videos of you getting fucked, sell them, and you'll have some money."

"I-I" 

You cup her cheek, "C'mon Joy. You get to knock out two birds with one stone. You make money, and you get the cock you love."

Joy looked down with shame. "I-I'll do it."

With a smile on your face, you tell her, "We should get started then." The debut of Joy as an adult video actress would begin with her sitting on a couch in nothing but a tank top and shorts. "We'll start simple, you'll introduce yourself, and then we'll get straight to the sex."

"Right," she said as she moved from side to side on the couch. With pursed lips, her hands dug into the couch cushions as the camera started rolling. 

As you called action Joy's expression changed, and she wore a happy mask. "So, what's your name?"

"My name is Joy."

"And why did you decide to do porn?"

"Well, I just love being fucked, and I could use the money."

"Well then, you're in luck." At this point, you walk into frame with your cock already hard. Joy's hands unfurl and reach for your cock, grabbing onto the shaft. As she strokes your cock her smiles turn genuine, and Joy forgets about the camera. You take another step toward her, hinting that she should do more as your cock stands at attention close to her mouth. She plants a kiss on the head of your cock; she can't stay away from it for long as she opens her mouth and takes you inside. Joy's tongue swirls slowly as her lips wrap tightly around your shaft. You coo as she begins to bob her head, reaching the base of your cock. The sensation of her lips being stretched around your cock was enjoyable. You place your hand on the back of her head and start thrusting in and out. As you hit the back of Joy's throat, tears start falling from her eyes as she struggles to breathe. Despite her smacking your thigh to signal that she's choking, you continue to thrust, only letting her off your cock so you can slap her face with it. "So, how does it feel?"

Through heavy breaths, Joy says, "it feels so good having your cock down my throat." Her tongue runs the length of your cock as she returns for more. Joy's soft hand starts to fondle your balls adding to your pleasure. At the same time, she slides her hand into her shorts and starts to finger herself. You return to using her mouth as you, please. Feeling your orgasm approach, you give Joy a warning. "Give it to me," Joy moans as well as she can because of your cock. Shoving her face into your pelvis, you unleash a torrent of semen, which flows down Joy's throat as she greedily drinks it all. Joy's fingers increase in speed as she pushes herself to her orgasm. Her hips rock back and forth as she rubs her clit. Joy pushed herself over the edge wetting her shorts with her juices; her loud moan disrupted her cum drinking forcing her back as the last remaining spurt of cum hits her face. You walk over to the camera, picking it up, and record Joy's bliss-filled face as she looks toward you. Joy opens her mouth to show you her empty mouth. 

"Such a good girl." You return the camera to its previous place before sitting on the couch. Joy drops her shorts and throws off her top before positioning herself to face the camera. You pull her back, aligning yourself with her pussy. You make sure your first thrust pounds against her cervix. 

"Oh fuck!" She moans as her back arcs, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Joy's tongue laps at the air as she slowly comes back to reality. Despite having taken your cock multiple times, she still struggled when you did that. Placing your hands on her ass, you lift her and drop her back down on your cock. Joy pants as you use her body, her hands kneading at her breasts to draw more pleasure. 

"Why don't you tell everyone what you are?"

"Hi, everyone! I'm Joy, and I'm a little fuck doll who loves big cocks." She says, throwing up a peace sign. Increasing the pace, Joy begins to fill the room with her moans, your low grunts running in the background as Joy's pussy tightens around your cock. "Oh god, fuck me harder, drill my pussy!" She screams as you continue to fuck her. Joy pinches her nipples, rolling them between her fingers as she nears her orgasm. "Fuck I'm cumming; I'm going to cum! I'm-ahh!" Joy's head swings back as her body shakes violently. She begins to squirt as you continue to thrust into her. Her nectar shoots forward, and Joy's hair covers her face as she expresses her thanks for your cock. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Give me more; I want more." You wrap your hand around her body and grab at her throat; your other hand is at her hip as you start to fuck her with increasing fervor. 

"You want more? You dirty cumslut?"

"Yes! Yes! Give me more!" She manages to get out. As your grip on her throat gets tighter, Joy's face is filled with happiness as she cums on your cock again. Her tight pussy grows tighter as she constricts around your cock. It holds your cock snuggly, making it difficult to pull out. Despite that, you continue to pound away at her body. 

"I'm going to cum!" You roar out.

"Cum inside me! Fill my pussy with your cum!" She tries to yell. You let your grip soften to let her breathe as you bury your cock deep in her pussy and flood her womb with your semen. You pick Joy up and drop her onto the couch. Going back to the camera, you move close to Joy. She has her eyes half-lidded and is panting. Joy gives you a peace sign, and as you lower to get a view of her pussy she spreads her lips for the camera. Semen runs out from her and flows down onto the couch as you end the recording. 

Putting away the camera, you say, "Congratulations on your debut, Joy. We'll need to film a lot more things to make you some money. You'll really love having so much sex." Slapping Joy's cheek playfully, you leave her on the couch. You spent the next few months making porn with Joy which got her a large following, making it so she wouldn't need to worry about money anytime soon.

[musesofawolf]

Day 28 - Deleterious

Sitting in Ishgard, surrounded by the wreckage caused by dragons, Bryn felt like he had not done enough.

No, not just in this moment, that would be an incorrect characterization of his feelings. It was more like...he had never done enough. And if he had never done enough, why did he deserve this life he lived, or to consider himself a part of the Scions?

And as he sat there on the rubble, it seemed more and more right what he had done, to strike out on his own, and to leave behind his friends, his past, and that feeling of...well, uselessness.

But no matter how hard he tried to do that, to just walk away, someone, or something, always pulled him back. This time, in the form of an annoying goggled Elezen, hooded and contemplating as he stared down at the sitting Hyur.

"Are though injured?" Urianger asked, somehow without a hint of detectable concern in his voice, which made Bryn glance up with a scowl.

"No," he growled back, "and I do not seek 'thy council.'" His retort stung, he knew it would, but Urianger did not waver, or turn away, instead humming almost thoughtfully, a finger tapping his tilted cheek.

"You may not seek it, but you need it."

Bryn rose abruptly, glaring at the goggled man, and shaking his head. "The last thing I need is you analyzing my life and telling me what and how I went wrong."

"Then do not hear me out for yourself, but for them."

Them. He knew who he meant, and Bryn froze in his place, halfway to walking away, before he slowly turned back, and glared again at Urianger. "Fine... I will listen."

For a moment, the tall Elezen was silent, and then he tilted his head. "Why, Bryn, do you act the way you do? I think you know why, but cannot stop thyself. Simply because you do not realize how deleterious your actions are to thyself, and thine own."

Bryn stared at him for a long moment, until he raised an eyebrow slowly and rumbled out, "I'm sorry, what?"

Urianger seemed befuddled for a moment, then let out a soft "Ah," and rephrased. "What I mean, is that your actions, while good intentioned, harm both yourself, and those you care for." Bryn visibly bristled, and Urianger lifted his hands placatingly. "You said you would listen. So please..." Bryn calmed, slightly, and Urianger let his hands fall. "I do not blame you for what occurred, with the Crystal Braves and the following madness. In fact, I am pleased you were away, that you remained unentangled by that mess. But Bryn...where were you when the call for help went out?"

The way the Hyur gritted his teeth was evident, and his gaze flicked to those goggles, and he pointed a finger at Urianger. "Do not question what I was doing, when you know full well I left and did not wish to be contacted! And you know the moment I heard I came back!"

"And left as soon as you arri-"

"I WAS NOT NEEDED!" He roared back, and a shiver shot down his spine, before the Hyur sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "I...was not needed. Everyone was safe. And everyone had someone to take care of them."

Urianger was silent, for a long moment, and then sighed. "You are...incredibly dense sometimes."

Bryn looked like he was about to punch the poor man.

"What made you think you weren't wanted? Just because they are cared for, does not mean they don't still desire your presence. I would argue that your presence was more highly sought then others. Yet you chose to leave. How do you think that made them both feel?"

Bryn's fist clenched, the stupid finger tapping Elezen just observing him calmly, until the Hyur sucked in a slow breath, and let it out slowly, closing his eyes in almost...shame. "You're right." That was all he could say, when faced with his choices, and he opened his eyes slowly. "I couldn't be there. Not after I wasn't there...originally. After I learned what had happened to them."

He took a deep breath, and sighed it out again, and crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Urianger with a harsh glare. "You know, you could always be kinder when calling someone out."

Urianger chuckled, and shook his head. "Tis not my way. And you appreciate the fact that it isn't." Bryn just grunted in disagreement. Or perhaps it was agreement.

[canirove]

I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 5

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"Do I really have to go?"

"Yes."

"But..."

"No buts, Dani. This is our last day here, and we must follow our tradition. We must do it for mum."

"But I don't feel well" I complain.

"You've been saying that for days, but you are lying. Why? I don't know. Maybe you are avoiding that boy you made out with."

And Monica is not wrong. Even though Mason and I have been texting and even facetimed a couple of times, I don't want to cross paths with him.

"I think I caught something."

"You didn't catch anything. The stupidity and stubbornness have been part of you since you were born."

"Hey!" I say, throwing her a slipper.

"See? You are fine. So put on a nice dress and let's go have dinner."

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"You know, I still get emotional coming here" my dad says when we walk into the restaurant. This used to be mum's favourite place, the one where we've been having dinner on our last day of holidays since both Monica and I were little. And as a tribute to her, we've kept coming here.

"Mummy, is that..." Lola whispers, pointing to a table to our left.

"Hello there" Mason says. Mason. What the hell is he doing here? And tonight? "What a coincidence!"

"Indeed" my sister says. "It's really nice to see you again."

"You too" he replies. "Sir."

"Hello, Mount" my dad says, shaking his hand.

"And hello to you too."

"Hi" I mutter.

"Why don't you sit with us?" Mason offers.

"Oh, no, we don't want to bother you and your family" Monica replies.

"You won't be" Mason's mum says. "Please, come sit with us."

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"I'm going to the bathroom" I whisper to my sister. We are almost done with dinner, and I can't wait to get out of here. Because for some odd reason, my family and Mason's are loving each other. They are even talking about meeting in London once we all are back!

"Don't take too long, we haven't had dessert yet."

"I'll try" I say, getting up.

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"Oh, I'm so sorry" I say after hitting someone when I leave the bathroom.

"It's just me, don't worry" Mason says.

"What are you doing here?"

"Going to the bathroom?" he chuckles.

"And the restaurant? How did you know that we were coming? I never told you anything."

"It’s just a coincidence."

"It is too much of a coincidence."

"But coincidences do happen" he shrugs.

"And with us, they are over. After tonight, we aren't seeing each other ever again."

"Are you sure?" he asks with a smile.

"Yes, I am. I've already told you I'm not interested on anything that has to do with you."

“Then why do you keep replying to my texts?”

“That’s over. I’m deleting your number.”

"Welll, it’s a shame. Your family seems to like me a lot."

"God knows why" I scoff.

“Daniela, why are you so stubborn?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest, something that makes his muscles be more noticeable, making me stare at them. Why am I staring?

"I don't know, my sister says I was born like that” I reply, trying to look somewhere else.

"So you don't want to see me ever again?"

"Nope."

"Are you sure? Because if you say no, this is it. We will not see each other again. You may see me on tv, but that'll be it. I'm not wasting my time anymore."

"What? You are wasting your time?" I chuckle.

"Yes, I am. I am wasting my time with you. Because even though I know I've made you change your mind about me, you are too proud and stubborn to admit it."

"I have not changed my mind about you. I still think you are overrated, not as charming and funny as you believe yourself to be, and definitely not that handsome."

"Ha!" he laughs. "You weren't saying the same the other night when I was between your legs."

"That was a mistake that won't happen again" I say, trying to not raise my voice.

"Keep telling that to yourself” he laughs again. “But you are right, it won't happen again. It's over."

"Good."

"Great."

"Fantastic."

"Splendid!"

"Wonderful!"

"Sensational!"

"Congratulations, you've won this stupid game of words" Mason says, rolling his eyes.

"Thank you" I reply with a big smile.

"Daniela..." he sighs after a few seconds of silence, running a hand through his hair. "I'm only asking once, and this will be it. Are you sure you don't want to see me again? Like, 100% sure?"

100%? Hell no. I'm doubting everything right now. Even my name.

"I need an answer, Daniela. And I need it now. Because my season is about to start, and I need to be focused, not constantly thinking about you."

He is... thinking about me? What?

"Don't look so surprised" he chuckles. "You know I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since Christmas. You have something that... I don't know, I can't explain it. But I'm done fighting. I know you are worth it, but sometimes the best thing you can do is to give up. So tell me. Are you sure you don't want to see me again?"

"I..." Did Mason Mount just confess that he has feelings for me? Me? Why?

“I need an answer.”

And I can’t think straight. The butterflies are moving like never before, threatening to rip apart my chest. But at the same time, I feel so scared… No, not scared. Terrified.

"Well, your silence says it all. We won't see each other again" he says, walking past me.

"No, Mason, wait..." But it is too late. He's already inside the bathroom and he can't hear me. It’s over.

[mymelodymia]

Racer!Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: instead of being a billionaire at stark industrys, tony stark is a world famous racer!

Warnings: cursing, pepper being bossy, (dont tell her i said that 🤫)

A/N: lots of credit to @tonystark-au for giving me this wonderful idea, I will show screenshot at the end. And no shame on pepper shes amazing

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Tony stark, he was not only the world famous racer, beloved by all, but he was also your father. Sometimes he stressed you out with his races but most of the time you were fine with his recklessness. In fact, at one point you both had a shared car in a race.

****flash back****

"You ready for this kiddo?" Your father asked buckling his seat belt,

"Hell yeah" tony only smirked at this, and started the engine. You both had a very high score, and came in at 2nd place.

*you and tony high fiving*

But when you got home, there was someone waiting for you, pepper.

She had always been the boss of the house, she kept you and tony in check (most of the time) she was standing at the front door waiting patiently for you both to get home, before you and tony opened the car door, you both turned to each other and gulped.

"I saw the news" Pepper said as you both slammed the car doors shut.

"Mom, you can take everything away, just please dont yake the car keys" you said making this face 🥺

"Okay, then I'll take the cars." She replied flatly,

"Oh fuucckk" you and tony said turning to each other.

****end of flashback****

Now you were both sitting at the couch, watching the first movie you saw.

"Hey dad, do you remember when we almost flipped while doing a donut?"

"Yeah, pepper was gonna kill us"

"She kind of did, remember? She...locked the garage 😢"

"Oh, it...it still hurts"

"It does" you said fake crying in order to be dramatic. And this lead to both of you fake wailing and holding each other as if you were comforting the other person,

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You and tony were in the garage when you heard Jarvis speak up.

"Ms potts is approaching" you gasped and hid behind a car, you and tony had Jarvis tell them when pepper was coming, givin that you weren't allowed in the garage anymore 😭

She came in and scolded at tony for something, you couldn't hear the conversation that well so once she left you came out of your hiding spot and asked tony about it.

"Whats her problem?"

"Nothing." Tony replied clearly agitated, pepper probably said something about him being reckless and putting you in danger or something like that.

You sighed and went back to fixing a car that tony broke. You looked up at him one last time to see if he was going to tell you what it was that was bothering him.

"Dad, what is it?" Tony sighed and confessed

"Pepper said that im putting you in danger and that if i dont cool down a bit that your not gonna be allowed to go to the races anymore"

"I mean, fair enough they are pretty dangerous, but im not allowed in the garage anymore and here i am. Ill find a way in." Tony chuckled and brought you into a hug.

"Of course you will kiddo"

+•°+*°•++•°+*°•+

A/N: I am going to make more of racer!Tony but I said the 18th was the time I had so....

tags

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Valek request if it's okay ☺️ I want to know how he would react if he would fall in love with someone who experienced abuse in her past? Like she doesn't tell him but he notices it by her behavior. How would he react and handle her telling him about her past. Take your time Bestie 🖤 I love you 🤗

Absolutely bestie! I hope you like it, love you too 💚💚💚

Being in a relationship with Valek was so diffrent from your previous relationship. For one, Valek would never do anything to upset your or hurt you, whereas your previous boyfriend Luke enjoyed tormenting you. Luke would physically emotionally and mentally abuse you, to the point that you wouldn't be able to even speak a word for days. Valek was your friend before you got together, but you never told him about what you had experienced with your ex. Valek was besotted with you, he adored every part of you and always did everything in his power to make you smile, and you truly loved him for that. It had only been a few weeks since you'd got together, and you hadn't been physical yet, you weren't comfortable being intimate until you figured out a way to explain your skittishness. You had flashbacks and memories of Luke, and it got in the way of your future with Valek, but everyday you tried to mentally face those battles and try to fight through them, but unfortunately, it wasn't always easy.

There was an evening you were sat in Valek's mansion, in the kitchen as he was talking to one of his higher vampire friends. And during this conversation, Valek raised his arm very quickly up in the air as they were discussing something, and it unexpectedly made you flinch. You just tried to brush it off and pretend that noone noticed, but Valek did, and he was worried about you. That same night, you were in yours and Valeks master bedroom of the mansion, just getting dressed into your pyjama shorts and t shirt, when Valek walked in and closed the door behind him, pressing his back against it as he looked at you with a concerned face. "Valek? Are you alright?" "My treasure, theres something I need to discuss with you" "Uhh, ok?" You sit down on the bed and Valek sits beside you, placing his hand delicately over yours. "Y/N, my beautiful treasure, I want to discuss with you what happend earlier this evening"

You knew what this was about, and you had hoped it was something you could forget, but alas, the cat was now out of the bag. "Are you afraid of me?" "What? Valek no I would never be afraid of you, please dont think that" "I thought that might be the case, after you flinched from my hand" You hang your head in shame and look at the floor as you say the next thing. "It just, gave me flashbacks...that's all" His hand slowly reaches out to you and his finger rests delicately under your chin, bringing it back up to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Flashbacks of what?" He asks in a gentle tone, not wanting to do anything that would frighten you. "Do you...do you remember Luke?" "I belive so, he was your ex boyfriend wasn't he? Why would you have flashbacks of him when i-......" Its then that it suddenly dawns on him what you mean, and his eyes change from concern to sadness. Sympathy etched on his face as he takes you in his arms and holds you against his chest, stroking down your back with one hand, the other resting on your head, planting a kiss against your forhead.

"Oh my sweet treasure, I'm so sorry. Whatever he did to you please know that you didnt deserve it" "I was planning on telling you Valek, honestly. I was just trying to find the right time. I hope your not mad at me" "What? Why would I ever be mad at you?" Still holding you, his hand moves to your cheek as he gently cups it and looks down deep into your eyes. "I love you with every fibre of my being, and I would never be angry at you, or treat you any less than the pure angel you are" He leans down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, even for the strongest vampire, he was so gentle. "May I ask what he did? Was it just verbal? Or was he?..." You cant find the bravery to say the words, so instead you just show him instead. You pull away from him so you can sit infront of him, and that's where you roll up one of the sleeves on your arm, revealing an assortment of scars and cigarette burns. His hand reaches out and holds the back of your arm, and his other hands fingers glide over the injuries, fury growing on his face. "Other than punches to the face and eyes, this was the only other place he hurt me. I think it was because he hated me doing anything with it, it's my dominant arm and I'm guessing he didn't want me to-" "It was because you were trapped with a monster! Dont make excuses for him Y/N. What he did to you was cruel and evil. You should never have been treated like this"

His eyes change just for a moment when they look back into yours. "My treasure, may I please do something? I wish to remove these for you" "Remove them? How? Their scars Valek, scars are permanent" "Not when I'm around. Being a vampire, I have many abilities, and one of them is healing saliva. Haven't you ever noticed that when you have a headache, after I kiss you it miraculously disappears?" It takes you a moment to realise it "Oh my god! I never noticed that before! I thought it was just my imagination" "No my treasure, its because I'm able to heal you. Please? Can I take these away from you?" This was the kindest thing he has ever done, and he's done many things. You smile and nod, and he brings your arm up a little closer to his lips, that's when he stars leaving kisses along all the scars and burns left by Luke. Literally disappearing before your eyes as he kisses all the way down to the tips of your fingers. There arent any injuries there, but I think he is just enjoying the moment. "Valek, I dont know what to say..." His hand cups your cheek and his thumb glides delicately over your bottom lip. "Dont say anything my beautiful treasure, your smile is everything I could ever need" You cant help the wave of emotions that wash over you, unable to control your love for him, you pull him in for a kiss, so passionate that the entire world around you is non existent.

He returns your kiss, and ends up lying you down onto the bed as you both deepen the already hot and steamy kiss. You both enjoy the warmth and feel of eachothers bodies, touching and grabbing every part of eachother you could possibly touch. Running your hands over his back and feeling his hard muscles through his clothes as he leans down on you. His hand moving up and down your thigh, and your other hand entangling itself into his thick black curls. He even kisses and sucks at your neck as your hand is in his hair. One things leads to another and both of you have ripped off each others clothes in the excitement, then finding yourself positioned on top of Valek, and sinking down onto his solid and very thick cock. He let's out a delicious sounding deep vampire growl once hes completely inside you, and his hands take your hips and start moving you back and forth against his groin. Over and over again he is tender but firm with you, looking deep into your eyes to see if what he was doing was ok, but you were loving every second. Many positions were used that night, you on top, Valek on top, you with your legs being held up against his chest as he fucked you, even doing a spooning position at one point. It was a lovely position to be in with him, because he was still making you feel good, while keeping eye contact and kissing you like there was no tomorow. Everything that happen with you both was more than perfect, and it was perfect for the next 3 hours of your love making.

Once you had both finished and you felt exhausted from it all, you ended up falling asleep on Valeks chest as he held you, you can been so active with him, it really tired you out. But Valek didnt care, he loved you, and he knew that he made you happy, made you feel safe...unlike someone else. Valek laid there, with the love of his life in his arms, looking down at you and thinking to himself 'How could Luke do all that to you? Who does he think he is? An animal like that isnt going to stop doing what he does to women, and he couldn't let it happen' He slipped out of bed, with only a few hours left of night fall to use, making sure he didnt wake you. He got dressed and sat by your side, watching you sleep peacefully, knowing that you weren't in any danger anymore. He smiled, leaned down and kisses your cheek, then leaves the mantion. It only took him about 20 minutes to find Luke's house, with his vampire speed and sence of smell, it was easy for him. He is standing outside Luke's house, talking to what looks like a young woman inside. She looks happy, which meant he probably hadn't had a chance to show his true colours yet, this was Valeks chance to take care of Luke, and stop another girl from suffering like you. Valek sneaks up to the house and breaks down the door, giving Luke and the young woman a fright and alerting them to the door.

"Who the f#ck is at my!- What the f#ck?!" Hes shocked when he see's Valek. Valek easily towers over Luke, in his dark clothes, Valek sure looks intimidating to him. He looks at the young woman and uses his hypnosis "Go home, never contact this man again" The hypnosis works and she walks out of the house and leaves Valek and Luke alone. "Hey man! I was about to get laid! It's the only thing b#tches like that are good for! Who the hell are y-" Before he even has a moment to think, Valek grabs him by the throat at chokes him up against the wall in lightning speed, easily holding him with one hand from his vampire strength. "Who the hell am I?...I am the man who knows what you are. What you did, to my beautiful soul mate Y/N. Monsters like you will never stop abusing women, monsters like you enjoy bullying women who cant defend for themselves, protect them selves....unfortunately for you, that's where I come in" Valek throws him to the floor, making him literally shake in fear. "You want an answer to who I am?...I'm Jan Valek...the master vampire...the man who loves Y/N more than anything in existence...and the things shes told me about you Luke...(tut, tut, tut) makes my blood boil..." "Listen man, I wont-" Valek is instantly in his face, making Luke freeze with fear. "I wont listen to anything you have to say, I know what kind of monster you are...one that needs to be taught a lesson....a monster...that needs to be removed...." "What are you- wait- please- Nooo!" It was to late for Luke, Valek had used his long nails to slash his head clean off, he doesn't even bat an eye lid. He wipes the blood of his hands before taking out his phone and calling one of his higher vampire friends. "There's a clean up I need you to take care off. I've text you the address, get it sorted" "Yes Valek" Putting down the phone, he sauntered out the house, proud in the knowledge that Luke would never hurt anyone, or haunt your nightmares ever again.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Look I promise you this is earned

We are 102,000 words in?

Yeah, this is earned.

Jon has finally snapped, and weren't we all just ready to see it?

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Hastur appears without fanfare. He’s just there, no smoke, no noise, and only the displacement of air to announce him.

Martin inhales and holds it. This, he thinks, is fight or flight instinct kicking in, and what he wants to do is hurl himself on this fucker and tear him apart.

Yeah, that wouldn’t go well.

“You didn’t wait long,” Martin snaps into the silence, one hand on Jon’s arm to keep him still.

“I am aware when I am wanted,” says the King in his horrible, piercing rumble, sounding so damned pleased.

Arthur doesn’t know what to do. He clearly doesn’t know what to do. He’s shifting, panting, half-standing, then sitting again, gripping the table as though he plans to either throw it or hide underneath.

Which makes sense, if he knows this is John Doe, and Martin can’t even imagine.

(What if he went somewhere that Jon went full monster? What if he landed in a place where Jon carried out his scary threat, and became… something else?)

Martin swallows and tries to keep it all calm.  “Let’s not fool around, all right? You’ve done enough to Jon.”

“If you wish,” says Hastur, so gracious it makes Martin’s teeth hurt.

“Body for other-Arthur,” says Martin.

“In the works. For now, I shall take him into myself,” he says.

“Well, that isn’t sexy as all, is it?” says Kayne, and cackles like a hurricane.

Something in Martin’s soul tugs.

Terror rips through him. 

He didn’t want to feel that.

Didn’t want to know Kayne could do that.

Didn’t want - 

“You leave him alone!” Jon bellows, Jon roars, and everything turns to static.

#

It’s hard to verbalize what just happened.

John sort of knows. The part of him that is, used to be, will always be a god, knows.

The part of him that lives in  Arthur and restrains himself and will never hurt this fragile human flesh is fucking confused.

Jon just… blew up? No. Expanded? No.

Opened the door? Came damn close.

Whatever it was, no one but Hastur saw it coming.

Power of some revealing, fear-building kind splashed through the room like someone dumped a bucket.

Kayne stopped whatever he was doing to Martin, which was a visible change; Arthur cried out. Martin gasped, and turned to Jon.

Jon, who was staring directly at Kayne, and whatever he did was lifting his hair like electricity and sparking in his eyes like fire and leeching the color from everything but himself.

John is stunned.

“There’s no need for that,” says Hastur, calmly, too calmly, disturbing in the middle of all of this. “He will not take your lover, Jon. I guarantee it.”

“Fuck you, I wont!” Kayne says.

But Jon… believes Hastur, and that, perhaps, is where all of this was going, all along.

The power fades. The invasion retreats; Jon’s hair settles down, and his eyes stop glowing, and his cells stop vibrating with unreleased horror.

John is still trembling, though. The power of fear, wielded like a spear, is beyond violational. It is cruel, and personal, and deep.

John is panting.

Arthur is panting.

Martin makes one, small noise.

Hastur sounds fucking pleased, and his rumble is too big to ever be called a purr. “I believe you are ready.”

“Was that the whole point, Hastur?” says Jon, low and threatening. “All of this, to get your person back?”

“Can you not relate?” says Hastur, who speaks without shame, and John can see the appeal. 

“I can,” says Jon. “But you’d better tell your fucking dog, because if he takes Martin from me, I will never stop. I will rip through any reality he takes him to, and he thinks he’ll like that, but he won’t. He will not. By the time I’m done, the only thing Nyarlathotep will be able to foment is his own damned screams.”

There is a moment of silence on the edge of the world.

A moment of understanding just what that action would cost, and the knowledge that  Jon, who once cared, no longer does.

A moment of reverence for Martin Blackwood, who inspired such love that the one who chose him would destroy everything to keep him safe.

Then Kayne laughs like knives, and the moment shreds apart.

[lullydoesstuff]

Some questions about "Tender is The Flash"

This book literally altered my brain chemistry, I think that is such a shame that this book is so short because the ending left me with many questions about the world where this book is set. And if somebody has theories/answers to these questions please write down a comment, let's make this comment section a nightmare material.

1- The "transition": when did it happen?

So, we know that Jazmine is 20 years old and she's part of the First Generation Pure, so it means that 20 years before the government has already approved hum-SPECIAL meat production (please government don't kill me for saying they're humans), and I could be okay with it BUT I have a bunch of questions about this. This means that Marco's dad became mad 20 years before and this is never mentioned, so how old is Marcos? I always imagined him to be kinda young, I mean... 35. But he said he worked in the meat industry before, when his father was still working, so... how old is Marcos?

We'll take Jazmine for example now, so she is going to be meat but her parents totally weren't. She is in the first generation so who where her parents? How does this FGP thing work? Were parents paid to give children to the meat industry? Was she taken after and the transition happened later than 20 years before? This is a question I would like to have an answer to.

2- Eggs?

Humans don't lay eggs and this seems a pretty obvious thing, you know I could just stop writing after having to write down this and thinking it was a good point to discuss BUT REALLY, HOW DID THEY REPLACE EGGS? Well, in Italy we have Valsoia that makes vegan eggs that are actually very good, so now Valsoia is a global economic power? Well, this is something that bothers me, how did they replace "real" eggs?

3 - Vegan activism

We know that Marcos' sister said that vegans are a thing in this world, this because she tells him "you're not becoming vegan, right?" in a scene where he refuses to eat meat.

Vegans show videos of what happens in slaughterhouses in order to let people see what happens and how animals are treated/slaughtered. In the book we read that people don't talk about special slaughterhouses and this is considered a taboo, but how does activism here work? I explain myself better: activists treat humans like humans or like domestic animals? The point of many vegans is specism so "You're treating your dog well, why don't you treat pigs like dogs?", how does this work?

And how do animal sanctuaries work? Irl animals are treated like you could treat a dog or a cat, caring for them, brushing their fur, feeding them, playing with them. In the tender is the flash-verse the concept of domestic animal doesn't exist so... do animal sanctuaries exist here too? How do they work?

4 - Cannibal natives

Last point, and maybe creepiest one. We have digital natives, the ones that are born in a technological world and haven't seen the world without social medias and Internet, in TITF there are children born after the transition, so this makes them people used to eating human meat, in our world there is plenty of scientists talking about digital natives, in the TITF-verse there should be someone talking about cannibal natives too. We've seen Marcos' nephews talking about "what would you taste like?" and this isn't a random question, it's a game children play, like a challenge on social media. I think that this topic would probably be discussed.

I'm sure I'm not the only one questioning about many things in this book, and I hope you liked my post, see you next time.🩷🥩

[titanicfreija]

Not Sorry

"Caiatl, you went too far."

"I heard you the first six times you said it. I have already taken the steps, and there is no going back." Caiatl looked to Sunny with her jaw fixed. "I cannot and will not apologize for discipline."

"You can apologize for torture!" Sunny cried. "You felt guilty when you hurt her before!"

"I did not set out to hurt her before." Caiatl glared at Sunny and pointed an angry finger at her. "This time, I did. And it served my purpose. And I am still not sorry, regardless of extremes. She is healed already."

Sunny flailed her flaps as she shot in wild directions and emitted an electronic swear. "Caiatl!"

She finally stopped. "Sunny."

"What's wrong with you?!"

Caiatl froze and breathed a long sigh. "Your Guardian recognized the true source of the disturbance," she said. "I have been weighing it out. Your Guardian understands my feelings around the matter. I do not wish to discuss it further. Your Guardian is soft but she is not fragile. She will recover from this punishment, harsh as it was. If she will not approach me, it will be a price I paid willingly in my efforts to keep a friend safe. She will not be so foolish ever again."

"What?!" The Ghost demanded. "What are you talking about?!"

"A matter beyond your control," Caiatl snipped. 

"Caiatl!" Sunny wailed. "Please! Please, I don't know what's wrong, and you really really hurt my Guardian, and I want to help but I can't if you don't tell me!"

"It is beyond your help," Caiatl repeated.

Sunny didn't beg anymore. She stopped and the electronic sob was the only sound she made for several long seconds. 

Caiatl, eventually, sat on her chair and sighed again. "I was shaken deeply by the news of your death," she confessed, briefly glancing up at her friend before lowering her eyes as if in shame.

"So you hurt my Guardian?" Sunny whimpered. "She didn't do it. I did it."

"It is more complex than that, and also far simpler. I do not blame either of you for your death. Even you. I do, however, suffer a new pain and anxiety around my friendship with you. It is fading with our continued meetings, but it lingers, still.

"This pain is what I inflicted, inappropriately, on your Guardian. The anxiety is why. She understands because you are her Ghost. She will not forgive me because I hurt her in ways she has never been hurt before, and hopefully will not suffer again."

"You broke her humerus. With your foot," whimpered Sunny. "With steadily increasing pressure."

"I tried. I had to lift off and stomp," she huffed. "There were two in the lower, yes?"

"Technically you broke four in that one because humans have a bunch of floating bones in their wrists," Sunny whimpered. "How could you?"

"I am explaining that."

"She's my Guardian!" 

"She was not a very good Guardian in that span of time."

"That's not for you to correct!" Sunny cried. 

"Someone must," Caiatl snapped back. "You agreed."

"Not like that! You weren't even supposed to kill her! You said you wouldn't hurt her badly enough to kill her! And it was even worse because you didn't and then you did!"

Caiatl didn't respond, nor did she look at Sunny.

Silence filled the room until the tension could be tasted.

"Xili has been giving me much the same lecture," Caiatl said tersely. The tension survived the sound. "I will not apologize."

Sunny hovered slowly around to Caiatl's side. "You really really really hurt my Guardian, Caiatl."

"I do not know why you did not expect the damage inflicted," the Uluran snapped, getting to her feet and lumbering down the hall. 

"Because you told me you wouldn't!" Sunny shouted after her. "And I believed you!"

Caiatl's step faltered momentarily and she continued with only that missed beat.

"We're not done with this!" Sunny shouted. "This isn't okay!"

[lumithealien]

Yello, everyone.

Just wanted to make a post talking about my thoughts about wanting to make dark/weird art again.

I kinda stopped making it out out of shame and fear of both being shadowbanned on everything, and being perceived as "glorifying mental illness."

But here's the thing.

Dark art (and weird art in general) is a very important outlet for me and a lot of other people. It's how I express my feelings towards things like my chronic physical illnesses, and my mental illnesses like schizoaffective disorder and OCD. It helps me cope in a healthy, non-destructive way. It's also, honestly, just fun and interesting for me to make, so sometimes I'll just make it if I feel like I have a fun idea for a concept.

I see a lot of people (including other artists) accuse people who make things like creepy cute or dark art as "glorifying mental illness," or "portraying mental illness negatively/unrealistically" or "trying to trigger people into SH" without even stopping to consider if the artist might just be coping through their art, or just have an interest in dark themes.

I'm going to be very honest.

While I think certain things should definitely have content warnings attached to help prevent accidentally triggering someone actively struggling, I don't think dark art or even vent art should have to be censored or taken offline.

I am, most of the time, against censorship in general (unless it's something completely unforgivable and disgusting, or causing genuine harm through lies/speculation/misinformation). My general rule of thumb is if I disagree with someone, I'll start by criticizing/educating them if I feel they might listen. If I know they won't listen and they said something particularly heinous, however, I will usually report and block.

Finding other people's dark and vent art was very important to me. It let me know I wasn't alone in my struggles, that there were other people going through similar things, and that there were other people just interested in dark themes that weren't bad people.

There's one more important thing I want to talk about.

CW for SH

I have self-harm scars on my legs. Luckily, they healed quite well and honestly mostly just look like stretch marks at this point, but I know a lot of people hate when people depict them or even exist with them.

I'm going to be blunt.

I'm going to probably start drawing them in my depictions of myself/my persona.

I'm just...tired of being shamed for having them. Tired of being told I should cover them. Tired of being told I'm going to make someone hurt themselves by letting them be visible (that's a very traumatizing thing to hear btw, please stop telling people that).

Listen.

I know some people might see them and it might make them depressed or even worse. If seeing them depicted is going to bother you, feel free to unfollow or block me.

But it feels pretty ableist and cruel to say I should have to cover them up and pretend they don't exist.

I'm human. I did it, the scars are here now, and I like to view them as a reminder that I survived and got better.

I'm not trying to encourage other people to SH for them simply existing.

I talk very openly about mental health and encourage people to seek support systems and get help they need in whatever form works best for them. I would never, ever want someone to harm themselves for any reason.

Anyway, my apologies for the long post, I just needed to get this all out of my worm brain.

If I start posting darker stuff and you decide it's not for you, feel free to unfollow, no ill will. I'm still glad you were ever here at all.

I appreciate all of the people who have stuck with me changing accounts throughout the years, you guys rock.

See y'all in my first youtube video in years.

Lumi

[melody-everbelle]

Coming Clean (Nathan Chen x Reader)

Title: Coming Clean

Pairing: Nathan Chen x gender neutral!writer!reader

Word count: 887

Warning(s): Shame, guilt, embarrassment, angst and fluff

Summary: When Nathan finds out about the fanfictions you've written about him, you have no choice but to come clean to him.

Author’s Note: Hoping and praying that Nathan doesn't get mad at me for writing fanfics about him. 🤞

***

You were coming back home after running some errands for your upcoming date with Nathan. As you entered your house, you found your boyfriend sitting alone on the couch on his phone, hearing giggles escape from him.

"What's so funny, Nathan?" You questioned, raising a brow.

"Hey, Y/N, you're not gonna believe this," Nathan laughed, showing what was displayed on his phone to you, "someone has written X reader fanfics about me. Isn't it funny?"

You squinted to see much better detail. Then you realized that your username was on the screen, which meant that Nathan had been reading your fanfics.

Oh snap, you thought. Your eyes grew large in shock, your face glowing a shade of red, that it had you covering your face with your hands and scurrying into your room in embarrassment, ignoring your boyfriend's desperate pleas for you to come back. You knew what was going to happen when you first posted your fanfics of him, but you didn't think that someone like Nathan would read them until now, especially considering that he wouldn't care about such things.

As you shut the door on the way to your room, you leaned back against it and plopped down, still covering your face. If writing fanfiction about your boyfriend wasn't the worst mistake you ever made in your life, you didn't know what was. That sheer amount of embarrassment, shock, and shame you had was overwhelming, you felt like you were gonna cry at any moment. You were alone in your thoughts, pondering about what was going to happen until you heard Nathan knock on the door and say, "Y/N, please come out."

You hesitantly opened the door to find him, his face displaying an expression of concern. "Is something wrong?"

You gulped before you could have the chance to explain. "You weren't supposed to know about this," you mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

As you tried to come up with an explanation, you thought up about what would happen if you were to come clean to him. If you told him the truth that you were the author behind the X reader fanfics, he probably would be mortified to the point where he wouldn't want to speak to you again, let alone go out with you. But wait, you thought again, even if he did find out, he would still like me as a person, right? It took a lot of courage and deep breaths for you to finally come clean. "Nathan, I think we need to talk."

"About what?"

"So... you know those fanfics you read from earlier?"

"Yeah," Nathan answered, "what about them?"

"To tell you the truth," you took a deep breath before you finally finished, "the person who wrote those fics about you... was me."

The last words that came out of your mouth caused the gears in Nathan's mind to malfunction. "Wait, what?"

"I-it's true," you stuttered. "But to be honest, I wrote those stories since before I met you, and... I just wanted to imagine myself getting together with you, which was a form of escapism." As you continued, you began to choke up, with tears threatening to well up your eyes. "But if you don't agree to that, then I completely understand. I'll delete the stories off the internet if you want, never write them again. And if you want to break up with me over this, then I'll accept it."

There was a moment of silence before Nathan spoke, "No."

Your eyes widened. "What do you mean 'no?'"

"Why would I break up with you over something as trivial as this?" He reassured. "If anything, your stories just made me be in love with you more than ever."

"But here's the thing," you objected. "You're nothing like the Nathan I've written. I can't just treat real people like they're fictional characters and vice versa."

"Y/N, things like this are nothing new," Nathan soothed. "Heck, you've no idea how many stories about me and Mariah are out there."

"And those stories served as the inspiration to mine," you confessed before you continued. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I hope you're not angry about this."

"Y/N, are you kidding me?" he laughed. "Writing fanfics about me is totally fine."

"... You really think so?" You were surprised to learn that Nathan had handled this situation so calmly and maturely.

"Yeah," he nodded. "As long as you're not hurting anyone and having fun with it, of course."

You felt a wave of relief soar over you, that you finally felt comfortable. "Aw, Nate, that's so sweet of you," you squealed, tears of happiness finally falling down your cheeks.

Nathan wiped the tears off of your face with his hand before it cupped your cheek. "And if anything, you've officially become my favorite writer."

"Thanks, Nate," you smiled before you planted a kiss on his lips.

Shortly after parting away from the kiss, you suddenly had an idea. "Now that this has been dealt with, I think I have a fanfic idea I want to write."

"Really?" Nathan's face lit up in happiness. "That's amazing, Y/N. I'd like to read it once you're done with it."

"As you should," you said, the tone in your voice slightly sultry as you winked at him.

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Healing and clearing my Solar Plexus chakra

Are there any stories in your life that you're tired of telling yourself and others? What stories would you like to tell instead?

I know for years I've been a people pleaser and always thought I wasn't good enough unless I got people to like me and what I do for them. Alot of people have reinforced this with most of the friendships and relationships I've had being the one who always gives too much. I don't really understand it properly but I've always been shown from a young age that I need to do certain things in life just to make people happy even if I've not wanted to do it. So when I've tried to put up boundaries or trued to look after myself I got grief or classed as a shitty friend but now I realise I don't have too and I don't have to let my body in such states to please everyone else. After losing my son early this year I took a step from everyone to see who cared and alot of them did stuff that I never thought they would and that hurt more, I thought I had people to help me through a difficult time and they weren't there, it was nothing new but I had hope in these people. So I knew I had to change and now I set myself boundaries to protect myself. I'm starting to look back on stuff I've done and reflecting on the fact that I've done more than most have done and that it makes me more worthy than them and that I don't need people like that in my life. I wanna be know as the person who climbed many bridges and never gave up for what I wanted out of life, I am amazing, strong and resilent.

Consider a time in your life where you feel you have given your personal power away? Now rewrite that story and instead include details of how you handled it with assertiveness and demanded that your boundaries would be upheld?

OK so I'm gonna talk about my abusive relationship and how I overcame it. When your first in a relationship you want to make them happy etc so I know it was stupid now but I let some of my boundaries and thoughts go on a few things that I didn't want because I wanted to feel loved because most of my life j just wanted to feel safe. So after a few years and trying to help this said person get to a point where I thought he might be happy. Anyway I got to that point and this person still wasn't happy so I pushed myself further and further over the years till I got to the point where all that went through my head was how the fuck do I get out of this now because I knew if I pulled back I knew he couldn't look after himself. So over the years I stayed thinking he would change eventually. This didn't happen at all and after I had a breakdown I realised I couldn't do it anymore but then I was still stuck because I was put in a situation where I had to look after my 2 children while having said persons brother living with it also. So I sacrificed my safe space in order to help someone again so once I had early help involved again I thought things might change. It still didn't so when his brother left I decided I was gonna start doing things i enjoyed to improve my own mental health and make me stronger to help the next person, what I found was I knew I was better than this and knew I didn't deserve any of this and wanted to leave my relationship no matter what and I never looked back. Since then I've been finding myself ever since trying different things to see what worked for me and now I'm in such a great place and starting a job soon and still progressing in life whatever life throws at me. I feel its just gonna back me stronger.

Do you feel ashamed about anything in your life or past? If so, how is that affecting your life now? In what ways do you shame others?

OK recently I have openly spoke about a few things I did in my previous relationship that I feel guilty about and how i thought it was the only option I had, so since then because I was so riddled with guilt and ashamed of myself I have changed it all around. I have done multiple parenting courses and research on abuse etc and I will never ever do that again. And because of me trying so hard I don't see why others can't do the same as me so I try put them in the right direction. I try not to be brutal but sometimes I feel it comes out because I sometimes still feel like I'm not a good enough parent because of other situations I've been in and because I still have that negative mindset about how I parent and constantly need that reassurance hence why I'm still pushing myself that hard to prove I am. I've been in a few difficult situations where I want people to tell me the truth and I'm right back there again taking what they say negatively when sometimes I think about it after and realise all they want is to help me. Sometimes it seems hard but it's getting it into a routine for me, I know I write alot of stuff down that's really important but when I'm overwhelmed I find it hard to do the small things but I'll get there eventually. It's a working progress but that doesn't make me a bad mother infact i do everything I can to keep them happy and give them what they need.