#you will walk away without understanding how or why she chose to do so

[innerfare]

You’re Jealous

 Summary: You get jealous of someone else in his life.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid

Genre: Slight Angst // Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy:

He never told you Boa Hancock was in love with him, and when you find out, you have to remove yourself from the situation before you have an emotional outburst and start something with the Pirate Empress. The problem is, you don’t even know which emotion will spill out of you. Finding out the world’s most beautiful woman, and a powerful Warlord, no less, is desperate to marry Luffy is a whirlwind, to say the least. Luffy can seem clueless at times, but his emotional intelligence is through the roof, and he picks up on what has you upset almost straight away. He knows to give you some space, and when he senses you’re ready, he approaches you with a handful of wildflowers he picked. He doesn’t really say much, just pulls you into a hug, presses a few kisses into your cheek and temple, and says in your ear, “you’re my girl.” 

Zoro:

He didn’t mention Perona was also at Mihawk’s castle for those two years until a few months after the crew gets together. He tells a story that features her, and you realize there was a woman keeping him company. Your heart drops into your stomach. Zoro insists he didn’t mention her because he didn’t think she was relevant; the only thing Perona did those two years was annoy him. He’s actually the one who won’t let it go, not you (even though you are pretty jealous). Whereas you’d prefer not to talk about it, Zoro is wracked with guilt because he’d never considered the whole thing in a relationship context. Him fretting constantly over it actually heals your jealousy because you realize you’ve never seen him panic over the prospect of hurting anyone else’s feelings. 

Sanji:

Even with a third eye, Pudding is stunning. And Sanji almost married her. It was before you two were together, but listening to the stories from Whole Cake, hearing how close he came to marrying another woman, knowing she really did fall in love with his kind heart and wonderful cooking, turns you into a little green monster. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous of a woman you’ve never met before, a woman Sanji chose not to marry, but you can’t help it. Sanji is completely shocked that you would feel jealous over his relationship (if it could even be called that) with Pudding, though after thinking about it some more, he does realize why you might be jealous that he had a fiancé. His solution is to bring you a bouquet of roses and walk you through the dark details of his life, telling you things he’s never outright told anyone, so you understand the special place you have in his life. 

Ace:

He collects people without trying, and often times, without realizing, either. Ace thinks he’s just making friends, but you see the way the women he laughs and shares drinks with are drawn to him like plants to the sun. He promises them freedom and adventure (and he has a very nice laugh), and you can see how it excites them. You don’t really mind it, knowing Ace well enough to see the way he holds those women at arm’s length, even if he seems close with them (such is the magic of Fire First Ace). But Yamato makes you jealous. It’s not hearing the way they laughed together but hearing the way they fought that gets to you. You know how Ace lives to fight and even just roughhouse, you know how he’s a rough and tumble guy, and you worry you’re not tough enough. Should you be punching his arm when he makes a joke? Should you be trying to trip him out on deck? What should you be doing? When you finally come clean with Ace about what’s been bothering you, he actually laughs. “If I wanted to be with someone who gives me hell, I’d be sleeping in Marco’s cabin every night. Besides,” he says, scooping you up in his arms, “I like being able to manhandle you.” 

Sabo:

Sabo is a flirt, and you knew that going into your relationship. It actually doesn’t bother you when he flashes that charming smile of his at someone else or swoops in to save a damsel in distress (a speciality of his) and even serves to entertain, especially on the rare occasions his flirtations are rebuked. What does bother you, though, is his tight relationship with Koala. You know it’s ridiculous to be envious, you know Koala would sooner saw off her arm than kiss the man she considers her irksome big brother, but they’ve known each other since they were little kids, and Koala has been through so much with Sabo that the pair have such a close bond. It’s not the angry kind of jealousy that bubbles up in you when Koala mentions something about Sabo’s past that she assumes you know but you don’t, just the sad kind that you try to keep to yourself. Surprisingly, Sabo notices, though you don’t realize until he hugs you from behind and mumbles in your ear that he’s glad you’re the only one who knows he has a skincare routine, his silly words diffusing your mood and acting as the exact affirmation you needed. If it’s not enough, though, he’ll happily prove his loyalty to you by challenging Koala to a karate match, though.  

Law:

Dr. Law and Dr. Robin sure do get along well- so well, in fact, you can’t help but wonder if they are better suited to each other than you and him. Even if they didn’t have such good chemistry, it would be impossible not to feel a touch of jealousy toward the archeologist. She’s intelligent, beautiful, fiercely loyal, a member of the Straw Hats, and has an impressive bounty that she earned even before she became a pirate. Needless to say, you find yourself brooding when the Robin brings him a beer and sits down beside him to discuss the immune systems of fishmen, a topic both are rather interested in. Of course, you’re interested in that, too, thus the reason Law realizes something is wrong when you don’t participate in the conversation. He ends up excusing the two of you and taking you to bed, worrying you had too much to drink, the thought you may be jealous never once occurring to him. You end up not saying anything (many thing in your relationship with Law being unspoken) and just sleeping it off, the fact that he excused the two of you proof enough of his loyalty. 

Kid:

He doesn’t ever talk about his first love, Victoria. In fact, you didn’t even know she existed until Killer got drunk one night and began speaking of his dearly departed. What he didn’t mention was that Kid, too, had been in love with her. It only comes up the next night when you mention it to Wire, who mentions it was the death of his first love, Victoria, that put Kid on the war path and united the first four members of the Kid Pirates. Realizing Wire messed up, Heat chimes in to say, “he’d do the same for you.” But you’re not convinced, mainly because Kid never told you any of this. It tears you apart, leaves you tossing and turning for nights on end, until you finally burst into Kid’s workshop one night ranting about how he doesn’t trust you and holds you at arm’s length. “Heat says you’d do the same for me, but-” Kid cuts you off and says, “I wouldn’t do the same, I’d do worse. Much, much worse.” And from the wicked gleam in his eye, you’re inclined to believe him. 

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[owuwi]

JACKIE TAYLOR.ᐟ

➤ jackie taylor x loser!fem!reader hcs

⤷ cw: no crash au, bullying, nothing romantic happens yet

✦ part two (coming soon...)

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── .✦ jackie who always had her eye on you. she was worried about you since she had never seen you with any friends, and the only people who approached you only did so to shove you against the lockers. the need to protect others came natural to her, though she chose to wait a bit with you. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who regretted her decision the moment she heard how jeff and his friends talked about you. she was used to the boys talking horrible about almost everyone at school, yet it didn't mean she liked their immature behavior. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who ignored her boyfriend's "warnings" about you and tried talking to you one day in class. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who couldn't understand why she felt so nervous to talk to you. what if you thought she was messing with you? she tried not to overthink about it too much—it was only making her even more nervous and it was very likely for you to notice her weird behavior—. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who quietly sat down next to you in spanish class and stared at you for fifteen minutes, her eyes not once leaving the pen you were holding onto and using to draw on your left hand, before eventually speaking up, . ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who thought asking you about the upcoming project was going to be a great way of getting to know you. truth be told, she had watched way too many rom-coms where the popular one asks the nerdy one to study and they end making out instead. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie whose eyes widened the moment she questioned herself on why she thought about those movies. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who managed to talk to you without making her stutter noticeable, though having a hard time maintaining eye contact. the sentence "i was wondering if you could help me out with the project. maybe we could even do it together?" had never made the girl shake in her seat until that moment. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who felt a pang in her chest the moment you asked her if she was joking, her answer—"no! of course not"—immediately leaving her lips without any sort of hesitation. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who swore the class was way too short than it usually was. did she seriously spent that long gaining the courage to talk to you? ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who didn't help with your skepticism as she said a quick goodbye before grabbing her stuff and rapidly walking out of the classroom. what you didn't know was how she immediately cursed herself under her breath for acting so stupid in front of you. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who was dying to see you again and show you a more normal behavior, and whose wants were accomplished—yet not in the way she expected—. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who didn't hesitate in defending you the moment she saw the way a guy pinned you against the locker and snatched your portapros off your head, anger bubbling inside of her as she watched the asshole snap your headphones in half. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"hey! what is wrong with you?" she immediately asked, rushing over to where you were and pushing the guy away from you. "you're going to buy her new ones, got it?" she added, her tone firm and leaving no room for doubt.

"whatever, jackie." the guy simply said, rolling his eyes and walking away from the scene—clearly not taking the girl's words seriously—.

── .✦ jackie who didn't want to leave you alone for the rest of the day. she needed to make sure you were okay, even if that meant following you around like a lost puppy. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who understood why you were quieter than usual. not only were you not used to having her presence around but you were also really mad about what just happened. jackie knew how much you used your headphones and how much you enjoyed music. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who knew she had to face a very confused jeff after school. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"so... i heard something went down earlier. what exactly happened?" he asked her, shifting on his bed and getting closer to jackie to rest his head on her stomach. "and what were you thinking?" he quickly continued, clearly feeling worried about his girlfriend.

"she's a nice girl. what do you all have against her?" she snapped, looking down at the boy with a heartbroken gaze.

── .✦ jackie who couldn't wrap her mind around jeff's "reasons"; they didn't even make any sense! she tried to make him see how childish he was acting yet he wouldn't listen, which ended up in the couple having an argument. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who started getting closer to you. whether it was small talking in the hallways or sitting down with you at lunch, she loved spending time with you. you were such a kind soul and she truly wanted to get to know you more. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who didn't care how many times she had to swear she wasn't pulling a prank on you, she'd do whatever was necessary to make you feel comfortable around her. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who immediately felt oh so happy the moment you looked out for her to show her the new spider-man 2099 comic you got. she didn't know shit about spider-man, especially not that one, but seeing how excited you were to talk about it was the only thing that mattered to her. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who wasn't expecting the yellowjackets to bring up her new friendship with you. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"how's it going with your uh... little friend?" tai asked jackie, clearly trying her best to hold back a smirk—though her tone of voice said it all. "great!" she quickly replied, looking at her teammates with a bright smile plastered on her face.

"isn't she the reason why you fought with jeff?" shauna asked, not realizing how easily her words could get misunderstood. van couldn't help but let out a laugh; the rest of the girls looking at each other—confused. "uh yeah. i just don't get why he has to be such a dick sometimes." the locker room went silent again. the girls had seen you around and most of them started greeting you after seeing how already close you were to jackie.

"i mean, shit, the two of you are really close." nat intervened, scratching the back of her head before jolting as lottie smacked her shoulder. "we're happy you two are friends. she seems—... interesting." lottie spoke up, a tight smile forming on her lips.

── .✦ jackie who didn't understand why her friends were acting so weird about you; she couldn't stop thinking about what nat said. the two of you had indeed gotten really close to each other, not even discussing about the spanish project anymore, but what was wrong with that? she knew there was something else her team was referring to, and a small part of her knew what it was. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who couldn't stop thinking about you. you were her friend, of course it was normal for certain stuff to remind her of you. whether it was something as obvious as a comic book or as simple as a dinosaur plushie, you suddenly invaded her mind. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who didn't think twice when she saw the new audio techina model; the new headphones worth $800. she knew you were going to lose your mind and she couldn't wait to see you again. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

── .✦ jackie who started realizing how giddy she felt when she thought about you and your cute mannerisms. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[gingiesworld]

Project V

Wanda Maximoff x Vampire GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Smut, Mentions of blood, Reader has a penis

AN: Hey guys, this is one of my one shots from my first one shot book from wattpad, so i figured i will also share it here. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Word Count : 5.4k+

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda's pov

We had managed to catch a Hydra's new weapon. And we were currently sat in the other room as Tony and Steve failed to get anything out of them. The only thing that we know about them is that they are faster than Pietro and stronger than Steve. We don't really know much else.

"This is useless. We aren't getting anywhere." Tony huffed as both of them joined us.

"We need more time Tony. They seem to be strongwilled for a weapon." Steve spoke.

"Maybe I can try?" I suggested which they both looked at me.

"Yeah, witchy can get into their mind." Tony spoke excitedly.

"But take Vision in with you. They may be cuffed to the table but they are still unpredictable." Steve spoke. I just nodded and walked out towards the interrogation room with Vision behind.

"Your mind tricks won't work on me." They spoke without looking up at us.

"How did you know she would use her powers?" Vision spoke.

"Because she isn't the first witch I have come across." They spoke as they glared at Vision. "Of course the witches that I have known tend to remain close to their ancestors or home. But you are different. You're stronger or well, you will be." They spoke softly as their gaze softened as it remained on me.

"Well we are here...." Vision spoke.

"To see why I chose to be Hydra's weapon blah blah blah." They finished for him before they turned to me. "Are they always like this. So bland." They asked me with a smirk making me chuckle.

"So, I am Wanda Maximoff." I introduced myself as I sat in the seat before them.

"Y/N Y/L/N." They spoke with a smile as they kept their gaze on me.

"So can you tell me how old you are?" I asked them.

"That's a kind of personal question." They smirked at me as they sat back.

"Well, I like to get to know people." I smirked at them.

"Well I am 24." They spoke softly.

"Wow, you're only a year younger than me. Where exactly are you from. You don't sound American." I asked them.

"I am from North of England. I used to live there with my family." They spoke sadly as I could see pain in their eyes.

"I lost my family too." I spoke to try and help them. Vision put his hand on my shoulder which I shook off and scooted my chair away from him. "I was 10 when I lost my parents in a bombing that destroyed our home. My brother and I were lucky to have made it out alive." I spoke sadly at the thought of losing my loved ones.

"I am sorry to hear that. It is the worst pain imaginable. But it only gets easier in time. We never forget them and their memory lives on with us." They spoke tenderly.

"Thank you Y/N. It is nice to have someone who understands." I whispered before Vision motioned for me to stand and follow him into a corner of the interrogation room.

"We are supposed to find out their intentions not make friends Wanda. You have me for that." He spoke as he was towering over me.

"Vision, let me do this my way." I told him sternly.

"Your way is stupid Wanda. Very stupid." He spoke maliciously.

"Vision please just leave the room." I spoke shakily as he just shook his head before he gripped my arms tightly. Before he could say anything there was a loud thud and he was gone. Y/N was punching him in the other corner of the room. "Y/N, please stop." I spoke as I touched their shoulder. They looked at me, I gasped slightly at the change in their eyes and the sharp teeth that protruded from their gums. They softened their face as they looked at me giving Vision the chance to punch them and force them in their chair before the others even came in.

"I'm sorry I lost my cool Wanda." They spoke as they allowed me to cuff them again

"It's me you should apologise to." Vision snarled from behind me

"You should apologise to Wanda for making her uncomfortable." They spoke calmly.

"I am fine Y/N." I told them softly with a reassuring smile.

"You shouldn't have to deal with him treating you like that." They spoke to me

"Wanda, just take them back to their cell. We will continue their questioning another time. Vision go and cool off in the lab or in a electricity outlet." Nat spoke as we all nodded. I walked Y/N in silence down to their cell and took their cuffs off before closing the cell door.

"I don't know what it is about you Wanda, but you just draw me in and I feel like I can trust you." They spoke softly.

"Thank you." I smiled at them before I left the cells. I couldn't shake this feeling from my chest. They made me feel so safe and I genuinely wanted to know more about them.

"Hey Wanda, how's your prisoner?" Nat smirked as she followed me into the kitchen.

"They are great. Hopefully will be settled in soon and will open to us." I spoke as I started on dinner.

"Do you need help cooking Wanda Darling?" Vision asked making me shuffle nervously.

"She's ok Vision, I'm helping her cook." Nat spoke up for me as she stood beside me.

"Are you sure Wanda?" He persisted.

"Yes she is sure Vision. Now please leave us be." Nat spoke assertively. He looked between the two of us before he left the room.

"Thank you." I whispered to her.

"I can see why Y/N broke free of their cuffs to beat his ass." She smirked as we recalled the incident earlier.

"We really need to get to the bottom of what they are." I spoke as I seasoned the meat.

"We will do Wan. But for now, let's cook and forget about Vision." She spoke softly which I nodded. We both moved around the kitchen cooking together while Vision was off doing god knows what. We did used to have a thing but that is in the past. I broke up with him because I simply didn't love him. How could one love a machine? But he has never really let it go. When we had finished cooking, I took two plates full towards the cells with two bottles of water. When I arrived Y/N looked up at me with a small smile.

"Miss Maximoff. How nice it is to see you again." They spoke with a smile which I returned.

"I thought you might be hungry." I spoke as I unlocked the cell door and walked inside and sat beside them on the floor.

"Thank you but this will only help a pinch." They spoke as they sniffed the aromas of the food before them.

"What do you mean?" I asked them.

"Well, you already saw before my true self." They spoke as they ate 

"What are you?" I asked them intrigued.

"Well, I am a Vampire. Hydra created me. They wanted to try to take Project I's blood and try to change the integrity of it." They spoke as they finished their food. "Project I was an immortal, they were fast and quiet, and very strong. The perfect hunter. The perfect weapon for Hydra. They were 500 years old when Hydra had captured them. The only thing that could kill them was a stake to the heart."

"But how does this affect you?" I asked them.

"Well they only wanted a soldier to be as fast and strong as Project I but not as deadly." They continued. "They tried to perfect the serum to take away the immortality and blood lust. They managed to take away the immortality so I age just like you but the blood lust is still there."

"So you are a mortal vampire." I stated as they nodded.

"Precisely. They wanted a weapon that they could put down if the subject got out of hand." They spoke as they drunk some water.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked them.

"Because I trust you Wanda. You are different to the others. I can feel the power flowing through your veins and you choose to protect the innocents of this world." They spoke tenderly.

"I'm still not sure that understand everything." I whispered shyly.

"That's fine Wanda. It is a lot to take in. It sounds more like a horror story. Quite far fetched if you will." They spoke.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" I asked them.

"How do you know that I am not going to make a run for it and abuse your kindness." They spoke with a raised brow.

"Because there is something that makes me trust you. I don't know what it is yet but it's there." I told them tenderly.

"Well then I would like to go for a walk with you." They smiled at me as they followed behind me. We walked to the kitchen to find no one there. Everyone must be off doing their own thing so we quickly made our way out of the compound.

Nat's pov

I was sat in the dark in the common room and watched as Wanda and Y/N walked out of the compound thinking no one would see them. The smile on Wanda's face is one I haven't seen in so long so I left them be.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y Don't let anyone in the cells except for Wanda and I." I told the A.I so Wanda doesn't get in trouble with the others.

"Of course Ms Romanoff." The A.I spoke as I stayed sat in my corner.

Y/N pov

We walked around Central Park just enjoying the night breeze under the city lights.

"So how long have you been with Hydra?" She asked me breaking the silence.

"Since I was 5." I told her stiffly remembering all of the torture like it was yesterday.

"Wow. I am so sorry you had to go through all of that." She spoke tenderly.

"No it's ok. I don't remember my life before Hydra so. They started the preperations for the enhanced version of the serum when I was 7. They wanted to make sure that I wouldn't die during the experiments." I told her as we sat down.

"So why are you really being nice?" Wanda asked me sternly trying to search for something more.

"I just want to get to know you. I might not know my life before Hydra or remember my family but I do know that any life away from Hydra is better." I spoke honestly as she couldn't find any hidden meanings behind my words.

"Well, what if I managed to get the others to let you join the Avengers to take down Hydra?" She asked me hopefully.

"Well, I would help you guys take them down." I told her with a smile as we walked back to the compound. Just spending time with her was refreshing. I hadn't ever felt this light in my whole life. When we made it back to my cell before we could say goodbye someone emerged from behind us.

"What the hell is going on Wanda?" Nat asked her with wide eyes as Wanda looked extremely nervous.

"I wanted to stretch my legs so she escorted me on a walk." I spoke up to Wanda's defence.

"You both are cutting this very thin. We are supposed to be working together Wanda. We need to know what Hydra's plan is." Nat spoke completely ignoring me.

"I can tell you what I know about them." I spoke a little louder getting annoyed with her ignoring me.

"You expect me to believe that." She scoffed at me.

"No I don't but I want to end Hydra as much as you do. They have tortured me for almost all of my life. I was taken by them at the age of 5. I didn't have a choice in the matter." I seethed as I walked towards the glass.

"Y/N, it's going to be ok." Wanda spoke softly. My gaze softening as my eyes met her beautiful green iris's. I just nodded and stepped away relaxing myself. "Can I tell her everything?" She asked me softly.

"Yes." I responded before she started to tell her everything. Nat soon softened towards me when she knew the truth. It was silent for a while after Wanda had told her.

"I will try and get the others on board with getting you set in your own room. It might take some time but we need to learn to trust you Y/N." Nat spoke softly as I just nodded at her.

"Thank you Ms Romanoff." I spoke softly.

"Just call me Nat." She spoke before she left, leaving Wanda and I alone. I smiled as Wanda beamed at me.

"So I shall see you later ok?" She spoke softly

"See you later Wanda." I spoke tenderly to her before watching her leave the cells.

Over the course of a few weeks, Nat and Wanda managed to get Tony and Steve to give me a room as long as I help them take down Hydra which of course I agreed. They don't trust me to go on missions just yet so I have been tied to the compound. So Wanda asked me to not cause any arguements or antagonise anyone in the compound which I intend to keep for her. There has been a 16 year old boy called Peter who has been keeping me company as Bruce remains in his lab while the others go on missions. Hanging with Peter is like having a little brother, he is fun and loveable but also annoying sometimes.

"They should be back soon." Peter spoke as I got a blood bag from my mini fridge as we were watching Star Wars.

"I hope so." I spoke as i started to drink.

"You really care for Wanda don't you." Peter asked me softly.

"Yeah I do. It's just there is something about her that just calms me and pulls me in." I told him thoughtfully. 

"You should tell her when they are back." He told me as he patted my shoulder.

"Maybe." I whispered before turning to him. "Do you want to help me cook something for them coming back. They're going to be hungry." I asked him with a smile.

"Yeah." He said excitedly. We both walked towards the kitchen and started to baste the chicken before putting it in the oven to roast. As we were preparing the vegetables we heard alot of commotion. Wanda was lying limp in Steve's arms as he ran towards the med bay. I ran behind them to see Steve put Wanda on the bed.

"What happened?" I asked frantically as Vision tried to force me out of the room.

"None of your business." He told me bluntly which I shoved him off me before walking up to Steve.

"What happened?" I asked again.

"She was shot in the stomach. She has been touch and go on the jet." He told me as we watched Bruce get to work. I walked up to equipment and grabbed a syringe and drew some of my blood.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked me as Vision tried to get in my way.

"I suggest you put the syringe down Y/N." He spoke angrily.

"Bruce what are her chances?" I asked the scientist without removing my glare from the synthezoid.

"Very slim so I need everyone out." He spoke sternly as everyone started to leave.

"I suggest you move out of my way Vision or you will make a very nice protocol droid." I spoke through my teeth.

"Come on Vision. Let's go." Nat spoke sternly as she nodded at me. I quickly walked up to Wanda and injected my blood into her artery as Bruce watched as her wound healed.

"How is that possible." He whispered.

"Well you can have a sample to observe if you want to. It's too sciencey for me to get into." I told him as I put the syringe down. It wasn't long until she woke up as Bruce was studying my blood sample.

"This is amazing. You have almost the same structure as Project I but you haven't got the immortatilty or the ability to heal yourself." Bruce spoke up.

"Hydra wanted to make sure that they could shoot me on sight if ever I got out of hand. It is kind of hard to stake a vampire." I smirked at him.

"What happened?" Wanda spoke breaking the two of us out of our little bubble.

"You were shot in the stomach and lost a lot of blood." I spoke up as she sat up in the bed.

"Y/N gave you some of their blood and healed you. If it wasn't for them you would be dead." Bruce told her. She gave me an intense look before smiling softly at me.

"Thank you Y/N." She spoke softly.

"You still need to rest a lot. No dangerous activities until my blood is out of your system." I told her sternly as Bruce agreed with me.

"Ok. Am I able to go to my room?" She asked the two of us

"Of course." Bruce answered as she got down from the table and made her way out of the med bay. "You like her don't you?" Bruce asked me making me tear my gaze away from the door that Wanda had just disappeared through.

"What do you mean?" I asked him confused.

"Out of everyone here, she is the only one you have a soft spot for. Yeah you hang out with Peter and Nat but Wanda is the one who you always look for in every room." He told me with a gentle smile.

"Well she is the one who made me feel comfortable when you captured me. She took the time to get to know me." I told him.

"Well you need to figure out your feelings Y/N. If you really like her, tell her. Don't wait." He told me softly. He is right about that. Whenever Wanda is in the room that is when I feel at my lightest. I decided to see if she wanted to hang out and maybe watch a movie. Then I remembered that Peter and I were cooking dinner together.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I was met by Wanda helping Peter prepare the vegetables.

"Finally Y/N. I thought you forgot to help us." Peter teased me making me scoff.

"I am so sorry spider boy." I smirked at him as I checked the chicken in the oven.

"It's Spiderman." He told me sternly.

"Really? You still seem like a boy to me." I teased him as he threw a sprout at me.

"Well since I am still a boy, I am going to play on my xbox." He smiled as he left Wanda and I alone. When it was just the two of us, the air suddenly became thicker.

"That chicken smells delicious." She spoke first as we worked side by side.

"It's almost ready. Just need to crisp up the skin more." I spoke as I put the stove on to cook the vegetables.

"How did you learn how to cook?" She asked me as she approached my side. I could barely control my breathing with how close she was. But before I could answer Vision decided to pop up.

"Wanda darling, may I talk to you." Vision spoke up making me angry and Wanda cringe. I was about to say something when Wanda gave me a warm smile before she answered him.

"I am helping Y/N cook. So no you may not." She told him bluntly without sparing him a second glance.

"It is important." He spoke slightly annoyed.

"I don't care Vision. We broke up get over it and leave me alone." She shouted at him before she stormed off.

"You have definitely ruined everything just by being here." He sneered at me before he left. I hadn't realised that had broke off the handle to the oven.

"Fuck!!" I shouted as I threw the piece of metal on the floor.

"What's up Y/N?" Tony asked as he walked in to get a drink.

"I'm so sorry, I broke the handle of the oven." I told him apologetically.

"It's ok, I can just get a replacement tomorrow." He told me with a soft smile.

"Thank you." I spoke as I turned the oven off. "I guess we will just have to order out and I will clean up this mess."

"Of course Y/N. Don't worry about it." He spoke before leaving the room. I disposed of most of the food before Wanda came back to the kitchen.

"What happened?" She asked me sadly.

"It was nothing." I shrugged as I prized the oven door open. "Did Vision chase after you?" I asked her worried about her.

"He did. He keeps trying to win me back and he won't take no for an answer." She spoke slightly irritated.

"I will honestly turn him into scrap." I seethed as I ripped the oven door off in anger.

"Please don't Y/N. I don't want you to get hurt." She told me. "And if you end up fighting, the others won't trust you and they could throw you back in the cell. And I don't want that." She spoke as she approached me.

"I just hate that he or whatever he is is getting away with making you feel uncomfortable. The only one who seems to have noticed besides myself is Nat and I just want to teach him a lesson." I told her angrily.

"Please just promise me that you won't resort to violence." She asked me as she was right in front of me.

"I can't Wanda." I whispered as she blushed at the feeling of my breath fanning her face.

"Please Y/N. Just promise me." She stepped closer. I could almost feel our lips touching. I closed the gap and kissed her passionately. She gripped my shoulders returning the kiss while my hands found her waist. She pulled me closer wrapping her arms around my neck deepening the kiss. When air became a problem we pulled apart and I rested my forehead on hers with my eyes still closed savouring the feeling of her being so close to me. Before I knew it, she was dragging me up to her room and locking the door before latching her lips back on mine in a bruising kiss. I pulled her body flush against mine making her moan as she felt my growing bulge against her allowing me to take control of the kiss.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked her. Wanting her to be sure first. I watched as she started to take her clothes off before nodding.

"I am absolutely sure Y/N. Please make me yours." She spoke as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans. "Ever since the first time you stood up to Vision for me, I have been drawn to you. I want this. You. Us." She spoke as she stepped out of her clothes as I sped towards her as I picked her up and kissed her roughly making her moan into the kiss. I pushed her down on the bed and started to strip myself as I kept my eyes on her watching as she took off her underwear. When we were both fully naked, she pulled me on top of her both of us sighing at the skin on skin contact. I kissed her passionately wanting to feel every single emotion right now. I was in awe of the beauty underneath me, the silky smoothness of her skin. Her wavy brunette locks and her beautiful jade eyes. Just everything about her was a work of art created by Da Vinci himself. I kissed my way down her body making her sigh as I made my way between her thighs kissing and sucking. Marking where I have been before sucking harshly on her clit as she let out a loud moan.

"Fuck." She breathed out as I sucked and nipped at the sensitive bud. I inserted two fingers in her dripping core thrusting slowly as she arched her back. I looked up at her beautiful features looking so ethereal and vulnerable for me and I am going to cherish this moment because I don't know if this is a one time thing or not. So I am going to make the most of it. I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers signalling that she is close to her release. She finally came on my fingers after a few more thrusts. I pulled my fingers out earning a whimper from Wanda at the emptiness before licking them clean moaning at her taste.

"You taste so fucking good princess." I whispered as I kissed back up her calming body before she pulled me in for a hard kiss. She flipped us both over before she straddled my lap as I moaned at the sight of her dripping sensitive core hovering over my hardened cock, moaning as she lowered herself down on it. It was an amazing sensation feeling her walls clenching around my cock and her warm juices around me. She started to move her hips at a slow pace making us both moan at the feeling. I held her hips for support before I sat up and took one of her nipples in my mouth sucking on it harshly as I wrapped my arms around her back pulling her body flush against mine wanting to feel her closer than ever. She pulled my head away from her breast to her lips kissing me sloppily. I couldn't help moan as I met her thrusts going deeper and hitting her spongy spot making her go wild and both of us just moaning into the others mouth. The sensations of having her so close and so vulnerable is amazing and something that I will cherish. She deserves to be cherished and loved. 

"I'm gonna cum." She breathed into my mouth as her movements became sloppier.

"Me too." I moaned out as we both came after a few more thrusts. She rested her head in my neck as we both calmed down. "Wow." I breathed out she moved her head out of my neck.

"Yeah it was." She whispered before she kissed me softly. I helped her off of me before going to get her a cloth to clean her up. When I was finished I lay beside her as she latched onto my side.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful." I told her with a smile which she returned with a blush on her cheeks. We both soon fell asleep holding eachother, afraid to let go.

Over the next few days and earning knowing smirks off Nat and Tony, everything went by really well. Or so I thought.

I was in the training room at the punching bag before turning around to the sound of the door.

"Hey Vision." I greeted him before I turned back to the punching bag. He didn't reply but before I could even look up at him, he flew and gripped me around my throat as he flew us both through a few walls. I didn't know where in the compound we ended up as he started to punch me in the face repeatedly.

"You are nothing but an abomination." He sneered as he continued his attack. "You have completely ruined my chance with Wanda."

"You did that yourself buddy." I spoke as I spat out some blood before he started to punch me again.

"What is going on in here?" I heard someone speak up before hearing more people rush into the room. Vision was soon engulfed in red energy from Wanda's magic.

"They slept together." Vision spat out as everyone looked at him.

"That isn't a reason to beat up the new avenger Vis." Tony spoke tiredly.

"And we are not together anymore. Get that through those nuts and bolts up there." Wanda spoke angrily.

I watched as Clint had used a small EMP on him and they escorted him to the cells as Wanda ran to my side with Nat behind her as I tried to get up.

"Why didn't you fight back Y/N?" Wanda asked me as she helped in to a sitting up position.

"You could've easily taken him." Nat spoke up.

"I made a promise to you that I wouldn't fight anyone in the compound." I spoke as I looked at her tiredly.

"He could've killed you Y/N." She spoke tenderly 

"Well I am not one to break promises." I told her with a smile which she returned.

"Lets get you to Bruce." Nat spoke up as she helped Wanda help me up.

"Thank you." I spoke to them both as we all walked in silence to the med bay.

After Bruce had made sure that I was ok, he left me alone with Wanda as she sat beside me.

"I'm so sorry that he did this to you." She spoke quietly with her head down.

"This isn't your fault Wanda." I told her as I made her look at me.

"But it is. Because he can't let go of what we had and I made you make that stupid promise, he almost killed you." She spoke shakily

"I am still here. Beside you." I told her with a soft smile. "And I will make that promise to you all over again. When I make a promise, I keep it."

"I am so sorry." She whispered.

"Stop saying your sorry for something that isn't your fault. This was all Vision not you. If you guys didn't come when you did he probably would have killed me but even then I would not break my promise to you." I told her softly as I caressed her cheek softly. "Ever since being here, I have had this weird feeling inside me whenever you are around me. It's like I feel light and nervous at the same time. All I know is that I want to look into those beautiful eyes for the rest of my life, however long that may be."

"You are such a softy." She smiler tearily at me.

"Only for you. I want to see where we go together. I don't want this just to be one night of passion. I am in this for the long haul if that is what you want." I told her.

"But I am damaged goods. A lot of work." She whispered.

"I have been a prisoner for the most of my life. All I have ever known is the coldness of a concrete cell and the cruelness of Hydra. But you have shown me that there is more to life than just that. You were the one who renewed my faith in life. You are the main reason I smile when I wake up here in this strange place because I get to see you and your smile. I get to hear your beautiful soft voice bless my ears." I rambled as she just smiled wider at me. "So please don't blame yourself for this one thing because you give me so much more." I finished as she pressed a soft passionate kiss to my lips before smiling as she pulled away.

"You really have a way with words." She whispered as she looked in my eyes.

"I would like to take you out on a date. Do this properly." I told her as I pointed between us both. "You deserve to be showered with love and affection and I want to be the one to do it." I paused as she just smiled at me sheepishly. "Or it's completely ok if you don't want me. I can just shut up now." I spoke making her chuckle.

"I would love to go out with you Y/N." She smiled at me making me smile brightly before she kissed my cheek. I was truly the happiest I could be. I have got the most beautiful woman to go out with me. With me. God I am so lucky.

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[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel acts like he doesn’t like you until he comes across your rapist.]

TW: MENTION OF RAPE. Angst

“What did he do?” His voice was low, eerie like, suddenly he looked angry as you stood still before him.

Ever since Tess had died Joel became more unbearable to deal with. The two of you had only known each other a couple months before she passed away but never got close to one another, if anything Joel acted like he didn’t like having you around. He barely held any conversations with you unless it involved a plan he needed you to be on the same page with him about. Silently he’d share food with you but that was pretty much as far as he’d go.

“Get up, we’re gonna keep moving today” Joel woke you up out of your sleep gathering his belongings as you sighed.

“I thought you said we’d stay here for two nights-“

“Plans changed. We’re leaving soon” you groaned as you got on your feet and began to pack. This journey to Marlene seemed a lot longer than you thought it would be.

“Are you sure Marlene even has what you want?” You asked with a sigh. He didn’t respond instead handing you your weapon so you could follow him out.

Walking with Joel through the woods your foot accidentally slid down a rock making you gasp loudly. Joel quickly turned with his knife ready to attack only to find you straightening your shirt.

“I slipped” he didn’t respond only looking irritated and turned back to continue walking. You didn’t understand why Joel always seemed so bothered by you, had he not promised Tess that he’d look after you, he wouldn’t have stuck around with you. Tess never shared to him the true reason why she wanted him to care for you but when you first met her you had confided in her the brutal things that you overcame. One of them being that you were held captive for a couple months by a group not far out, one of the men in their group being your rapist, you were always afraid to come across this man again. Little did Tess know, this very same man was running things alongside Marlene.

“Joel, have I done something to upset you at any point?” You asked trying to keep up with him.

“No” he responded without looking your way.

“So what’s your issue?”

“I don’t have a damn issue, now let’s keep moving” you gave up at that point not saying a word. Joel truly didn’t have a specific issue with you, he just chose to not allow himself to get close to anyone ever again, he had lost too much.

Finally making it to Marlene’s you followed behind Joel walking in. You had no idea whom Marlene was or anything about the place but being with Joel you just did as he said. Standing beside him a few feet away you were introduced to Marlene. She seemed like a woman who was strictly about business, she spoke to him of the car she had promised.

Of course, tomorrow it would be ready.

You didn’t speak during their conversation, not thinking much of anything until the door opened and a man walked in. Instantly your heart sunk, your stomach turned as the man stood by Marlene confidently before noticing you.

“This is my right hand man, he does what I say, when I say and can always be counted on” Marlene introduced the man beside her, you found yourself unable to speak. You knew who this man was, how could you not?

Edward….you’d never forget his name, one year ago this man made your life a living hell. Your throat felt like it was closing up, your heart racing-

“Look who it is” Edward grinned towards you making Marlene raise a brow at you. Joel turned to you as you looked down taking a deep breath.

“Small world” Marlene muttered but Joel noticed something off with your reaction.

“Anyways, Joel” Marlene got his attention explaining what would happen.

“Tomorrow before the evening I should have a car for you, for now you two can stay in a room I have prepped” Joel didn’t like the idea of staying an extra day but silently nodded and took the offer. Thankfully Edward and Marlene left the room before someone else led you to the room you would both stay in. Your heart felt like it would come out your chest but you couldn’t find it in you to speak. Joel walked ahead of you opening the door to the room. You stood by the door closing it behind you watching as he placed his backpack on the bed without looking back. Your body felt as if it would collapse any moment, you couldn’t stay here, you couldn’t be around Edward yet you knew you couldn’t say a thing.

That night Joel noticed you seemed a bit fidgety but he didn’t say a word. He lay back on his bed and watched as you double checked the locks on the door twice before laying down.

“You know we’re safe here right?” You looked up not noticing Joel had been watching you.

“Y-yeah” you nodded before turning over and facing the wall. That night you didn’t sleep, if anything you hoped Joel would sleep so he wouldn’t hear you crying in the middle of the night. Of course that didn’t work, at one point Joel opened his eyes thinking he was hearing something but he couldn’t make out what it was until he looked over and noticed you seemed like you were trembling. Quickly he sat up unsure of what to do, slowly he got up from the bed and noticed you were whimpering in your sleep. He didn’t know what the hell to do, he’d never seen you like this before but he knew damn well what it felt like. Delicately he placed his hand on your shoulder and tried to wake you.

“Hey” you continued to whimper but wouldn’t open your eyes. Joel cleared his throat and leaned in closer to you prepared for you to be startled.

“Hey wake up” he shook you a little harder making your eyes quickly open. You gasped unaware who was near you, unaware that you had even been dreaming, raising your hand ready to hit whoever it was Joel caught your wrist in mid air.

“Easy, honey”

You looked up at him confused, you hadn’t even realized you fell asleep now here was Joel looking down at you with concern. Once he was sure that you knew it was him, he released your arm as you tried to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“It’s alright, just havin’ a bad dream is all” he looked at you for a moment curious to ask you what was it that made you so upset but didn’t say a word.

“I’m right here if you need me” he motioned towards the bed on the other side of the room. You quietly nodded and watched as he got back into bed. Turning away from him you could feel the embarrassment from what had just happened yet you were surpsied by how gentle he handled it. It was a new side you both had seen of each other.

The next day you did your best to stay clear from wherever Eduardo could be, and so you decided to stay in the room.

Just one more day of this, one day and you’d be gone. Joel explained to you that he would be going over something with Marlene leaving you by yourself. You assured him it was fine and sat on the bed reading a book you always carried around after making sure the door was locked. Sometime had passed when you heard the door unlock and you figured it was Joel. Laying comfortably facing the wall you flipped the page hearing the door close behind you.

“What happened with Marlene?” You asked when you felt the touch of a hand on your arm making you turn to see it was the very person you had been trying to avoid.

Edward

Quickly you jumped up, your back against the wall as he smirked at your reaction.

“It’s been a while” you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t believe he was right in front of you.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost” he chuckled placing his hand on your thigh. If you could move any further away you would’ve, he could see how anxious he made you.

“Relax, sweetheart I’m not gonna do anything” he licked his bottom lip pushing his hand further up your thigh.

“I just wanted to say hi to an old friend”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek as you tried to turn away.

“It’s a shame you’re leaving tomorrow, thought we could’ve had some fun” he laughed walking back out of the room and closed the door shut.

In shock you sat there with disgust, the simple touch or his hand on your thigh making you sick to your stomach.

You couldn’t do this, you didn’t care about a damn car no matter how badly you both needed it. Quickly you got up running to the door locking it shut once again afraid he would return.

Where the hell was Joel…all you wanted to do was leave.

After what felt like forever you finally heard the door begin to unlock, your heart jumping at the sound.

“Joel?” You called out worriedly to see his face as soon as the door opened.

“Yeah, it’s me” he walked past you not noticing the panic attack you were feeling in that moment.

You watched as he fold a paper and placed it in his backpack, a knot in your throat you struggled to speak.

“Joel” you finally were able to utter a word in a soft whisper. Going through his backpack he didn’t respond not having heard your voice. You struggled to speak again, stomach turning just at the thought of your rapist knowing where you were…the fact that he came to you when you were alone..

“Joel” you spoke a little louder where he was able to hear you.

“Yea” he responded as he zipped up his bag.

“Joel…I can’t stay here another night” you blurt out.

“What?” He asked confused with your statement still not looking back.

“We’re fine here, it’s just till the afternoon’” he assured you making your panic rise.

“No, I…Joel I can’t stay here” he noticed how your voice trembled and slowly turned to you. His eyebrows furrowed once he noticed the worry in your eyes.

“What’s the matter?” He stood straight fully facing you.

“Can we just go?” You didn’t want to give the reason, you didn’t want to speak of it.

“We’re getting the car tomorrow, its just one more night-“

“Joel please” you whispered taking a deep breath making him take a step closer. He stood silent, he could tell something had terrified you.

“Somethin’ happen while I was gone?” He asked making you quickly shake your head.

“No, no just please-“ you began to hyperventilate.

“I can’t, I can’t-“ you struggled to breathe when someone knocking on the door made you run into Joels arms. Confused he looked down at you slowly placing his hands on your back sensing the true horror you felt.

“Hey, hey it’s alright, it’s alright” he whispered feeling you shake in his arms. It was like the night before, all over again only this time something in your waking life was scaring the shit out of you. The sound of another knock making you grab onto his shirt.

“Give me a minute!” He called out feeling you hide your face against his chest.

“Hey” he whispered low looking down at you but before he could say another word Edwards voice heightened your fear.

“It’s me, Edward” your eyes widened as you silently began to shake your head.

“What is it, darlin’?” Your panic not allowing you to realize the softness Joel had in his voice with concern over you. The door suddenly opening sending you rushing behind Joel.

Edward appeared at the door.

“I was just making sure you guys had what you needed” a smile Joel didn’t trust appeared on his lips as he leaned over to get a peak at you. You felt Joel’s hand reach behind you holding you against him.

Edward could see the defensive look in Joel’s eyes and wondered if you had told him anything.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked testing what he would say.

“I got her” is all Joel responded with as Edward looked at him curiously. Not saying another word Edward took a step back giving Joel a nod before leaving the room. Joel waited until he disappeared from his site before giving your thigh a tap behind him.

“He’s gone” he assured you making you slowly peak over his shoulder to see the empty hallway that led to the room. Quickly you ran to the door shutting it closed and locking it with each lock it had.

“We need to get our stuff and get out of here now” you ran to grab your bag and his before he tried to stop you.

“Wait a minute, wait-“ he grabbed you by your arms stopping you before you grabbed anything else. Joel was struggling to understand what exactly had you so afraid of this man.

“Joel, we need to go-“

“Talk to me for a minute”

“No! There’s nothing to talk about, I am not staying here!” You screamed trying to break free from his hold.

“What the hell did he do to you?!”

“Nothing!” You tried to shake his hands off you once more but failed.

“We can’t leave without that car, we need that car if we wanna make it-“

“I don’t care! I’m not staying here with him!”

“He’s not gonna do anything to you, darlin’ I promise you that-“ you shook your head in frustration that he wasn’t understanding.

“He won’t lay a finger on you-“

“He already has!” You suddenly blurt out silencing Joel. An intense look in his eyes as he took a deep breath looking down at you.

“What did he do?” His voice was low, eerie like, suddenly he looked angry as you stood still before him.

“It was long ago” you whispered.

“Doesn’t matter” he quickly responded.

“I had told Tess, I never thought I would see him again….it was a year ago…I had nowhere to go and he said he would help me. He’s the man who raped me.” you looked down as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Did he come in here while I was gone?” He leaned in closer. You looked up and hesitantly nodded when he abruptly walked out past you charging down the hall.

“Joel!” You called out for him trying to keep up but all Joel could see was red.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled as he kicked the door open where Marlene and Edward both were. Without warning he yanked up Edward by his collar throwing him against the wall as Marlene stood up.

“Joel what the hell are you doing?”

“Stay out of this” he looked at her with a look you had never seen and grabbed Edward once again as he struggled to get on his feet.

“Whatever she said she’s a lying bitch!” He tried to poorly defend himself causing Joel to punch him repeatedly. In shock you stood in the doorway watching it all play out, Joel had lost complete control until Edward was a bloody mess.

“Oh my god-“ you whispered.

Joel stood up and walked towards Marlene who backed up not knowing what he would do.

“Give me the fucking keys” he spoke out of breath. Not even trying to fight him she opened the drawer and tossed him the car keys before he looked back at Eduardo.

“Should be more careful of who you have workin’ for ya. Got a rapist on your hands” Joel walked out of the room without looking at you in the eye, taking your hand he led you out.

In disbelief you walked alongside him trying to keep up, at one point looking behind you.

He still wouldn’t say a word.

Joel opened the car door for you and quickly got in the drivers seat before driving off.

Speeding down the road he didn’t take his eyes off it before abruptly pulling over. You could see him though the corner of your eye turning his body fully toward you, you didn’t know what to expect.

“You don’t ever keep somethin’ like that from me again. We clear?” You nodded in silence looking down at your lap.

“We would’ve never stayed there for even one night had I know what he done to you. You ever feel unsafe again I need ya to tell me and you tell me right away”

“Yes Joel” you whispered.

Turning back towads the road he pulled off feeling he came off kind of harsh towards you which wasn’t what he wanted. Unexpectedly you felt him place his hand on your lap bringing you a sense of calmness. He slowly entangled his fingers with yours without looking your way, you had no idea what this meant but one thing was for sure..

Joel made you feel safe.

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

I loved your last post! It was amazing! if you have the time, could you write something with a reader that is jealous. We have hardcore yandere, stalking, but reader thinks that he chose her because she liked him and he could be with someone else, and reader is so jealous to the point she also gives yandere aura. kuddos <3

Yandere x Yandere!Reader

You know he could’ve picked anyone else.

It’s a thought that chews through your brain at night, sinking its teeth into your temples and gnawing like a dog with a bone. He’s tall, cruelly handsome, the kind of man people notice without trying. Dangerous in a way that makes people stare too long, wonder too much. You noticed, too. Of course you did. But it’s different with you. You’re not like them.

You were the one who smiled at him when he looked broken. You were the one who didn’t flinch when his eyes dragged over your face like he was memorizing the angles for later. You were the one who let him in.

That’s why he chose you.

Right?

You press your fingers into your thigh, digging crescents into soft flesh as you watch him from across the room. He’s laughing—laughing—at something some girl said. She’s nothing special. Too loud. Too much perfume. She’s not you. But he’s looking at her with that glint in his eye, the one that makes your chest feel like it’s splitting open.

You hate it. You hate her. You hate him.

But you smile.

Because you know what he’s like. No one else does. No one sees the way he stares when he thinks you aren’t watching. No one feels the weight of his eyes on their back when they walk alone at night. No one else hears the way he says your name, so quiet it almost sounds like a prayer.

You wonder if she knows he stood outside your window last week for six hours. You wonder if she knows about the pictures under your bed. About the phone calls that never made it to your voicemail. About the man in the hoodie that follows you home every day, just close enough to make you paranoid. Just far enough to make you doubt it.

You wonder if he did that to her.

No. You hope he didn't.

Because that would mean he doesn't only want you.

You pretend not to notice when he glances your way. You pretend your hands aren’t trembling under the table. You’re so good at pretending it almost feels real. Almost. But inside, your thoughts are a wildfire. You’re already imagining what you’d say if you walked up and wrapped your hand around her throat. You’re already imagining what she’d look like gagged. Silenced. Forgotten.

It’s okay, though. You’d never do that.

Unless he asked you to.

Your lips curl into a soft smile as he finally turns back to you, and just like that, everything else disappears. Because when he looks at you like that—possessive and dangerous and yours—you remember what this is.

He might have started watching you because you smiled first, but he stayed because no one else gets it. No one else would understand the thrill of being wanted so violently it makes your bones ache. No one else would beg to be watched, followed, kept. No one else would open their curtains wider just to give him a better view.

He’s obsessed with you.

But you? You’re no victim.

You’re just as twisted.

You’re just as sick.

You want him to follow you. You want him to punish you when you talk to other men. You want him to be angry, possessive, jealous.

Because you are.

You're jealous when he so much as breathes near someone else. You're seething when he lets anyone else hear his voice, see his teeth, touch his sleeve. You want to rip them apart. You want him to see how ugly you can be for him. You want him to know that no one will ever love him the way you do.

You don’t need flowers. You want bruises.

You don’t want love letters. You want knife marks under your skin shaped like his name.

And if he ever leaves you?

He won’t. He can’t.

Because if he even thinks about walking away, you’ll remind him exactly who he belongs to.

You’re perfect for each other.

Monsters, both of you.

Masterlist

[starogeorgina]

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x reader, Criston Cole x reader

Warnings: Swearing, smut, character death, mentions of blood, incest

1.01

Soft moans fall from your mouth as you touch yourself. It was a sinful act, but you were so frustrated that you needed a healthy way of getting rid of all your pent-up anger before you exploded.

Even more sinful, you think of Jacaerys instead of your husband.

Rubbing at your clit, you think of the last time you saw him, how his cock stretched you perfectly as you rode him, and how declarations of love fell from your lips so easily.

It was never your intention to have sex; you’d only gone to his chamber to apologise for Aemond provoking him so childishly during the first meal both sides of your family had attended together since your wedding. You kissed Jacaerys's swollen knuckles tenderly, and soon you were straddling his lap and muffling his moans with your mouth. Afterwards he cleaned up the sticky mess between your legs, a mixture of his own seed and your arousal with his tongue.

Hearing a knock at the door, you jump up flustered. You fix the top of your nightdress and pray it isn’t Aemond; he would instantly know what you were doing.

The door opens, and Helaena walks inside. “Jaehaera won’t settle for the night; can the children spend the night together?”

You hated Aegon, but Helaena and her children were innocent, and it was best to keep things as normal as possible for all the children. “I’ve just put them to bed, but I’m sure they will be awake with excitement when I tell them.”

—

Your heart beats rapidly as you beg for someone to come and help. Your throat had become so raw from screaming that your voice was beginning to break. A trail of blood is left behind as your bare feet scrape against the cold stone floor; your loose nightdress was now coated in blood and clung to you like a second skin.

When you reach the bottom of the staircase, the only sound you can hear beside your own panting is the wails of your two children, their cries echoing in the deserted castle halls. Aerys was just a babe, far too young to understand what he had witnessed, but Cassana would always remember.

Turning another corner, you see a figure exiting a bedchamber. “Ser Criston, Ser Criston!”

Startled, he takes in your appearance, and for the first time the knight's eyes aren’t full of hatred when he looks at you. He may have helped usurp your mother's throne, but he was still human.

You gasp for air, your chest heaving as you try to find your voice. “My boy! My boy, they have taken my boy!”

“What is—” Alicent appears in the doorway behind the knight. She claps a hand over her mouth. “Mother, have mercy, what happened?”

You look between the two of them, and seeing how flustered she appears and how ashamed the knight looks, it immediately clicks why the knight is at the dowager queen's bedchamber during the night and not wearing his armour.

Alicent goes to stroke your youngest cheek, but you step away from them. “Don’t touch him! Venomous snakes, the lot of you! This is all your fault!”

—

Still afraid you run without stopping, hearing Criston and Alicent calling your name only makes you go faster, desperate to get away from them. Ser Criston was supposed to be protecting his king's family, but instead he chose to soil his white cloak.

And Aemond was patrolling the city on Vhagar.

When you get closer to the throne room, Aegon’s voice becomes clearer. He was spending his night making a mockery of his late father, your grandsire King Viserys, and all of House Targaryen by behaving like a drunk idiot while his own kin was being slaughtered.

“Aegon, Aegon!”

“I believe that’s my niece I can hear,” he chuckles.

His pathetic excuse of a kingsguard jested, “Perhaps she’s gotten bored of the prince’s cock and wants to know what it’s like to ride a real dragon!”

All the fools in the room laugh.

“Aegon!”

You run into the throne room and find him casually lying across the throne, completely unconcerned about the sharp spikes that could pierce his skin, surrounded by a new and pathetic excuse of a king guard.

“Aegon.”

The amusement quickly falls from his face when his eyes land on you. He stands up; his mouth twitches, but he says nothing.

“Aegon,” you sob hysterically. “I tried to stop them; I tried!”

He gets off the throne and walks towards you, “Who?”

“I don’t know. I screamed, and nobody came. They were in the twins' nursery.” Your breathing becomes ragged. “Laenor begged me to help him, but I couldn’t. I tried to swap my life for his, but they wouldn’t let me. A son for a son.”

“The twins…” His voice cracks. “What—what happened?”

“They… they took Laenor and Jaehaerys—” One of the older handmaidens tries to take your other children from your arms, but you refuse, “Stop it!”

Aegon grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “What did they do to Jaehaerys?”

“They took our son’s head.”

—

You cling to one of the pillars in the council chamber while the greens continue to discuss how to use your little son's death to their advantage. Aegon was against the idea, but Otto was worming his way in, taking advantage of a grieving parent.

They wanted to blame your mother.

She wouldn’t do this.

Not to you.

You wanted to be angry at Aegon for all the horrid things he had called your mother, and part of you did blame him, but after witnessing him collapse in the throne room, it was hard not to pity him. Aegon wasn’t the best father, but he also wasn’t the worst. He and Helaena were also victims in this.

“Perhaps we should hear from the princess,” Lord Larys says, steering the conversation away from how many enemies the greens have.

“I want my mother.”

You glance around the room, and everyone avoids making eye contact, aside from Grand Maester Orwyle. “You’ve already said that, princess.”

“What else am I supposed to say?” Tears sting your eyes. “I want my mother; I want Jacaerys. I want to see my son again. I just want to go home and be with my mother and brothers, but you people won’t let me!”

“This has been your home for many years,” Alicent’s tone is sharp.

“Even now, you offer me no sympathy or kindness,” you laugh maliciously. “I’d say you’d used up all your empathy on Helaena, but you are here forging the deaths of two innocent children into blades to strike at my mother. Those men only came tonight because of a war you started.“

The room falls silent until Otto clears his throat. “The princess is in shock—”

“Do not try to justify my words,” you snap. “I will not bow to a council that secretly conspired and undermined King Viserys wishes by usurping his chosen heir!” You let go of the pillar and place your hand over your stomach. “He wasn’t just a boy; he was my baby, my firstborn! And now he’s dead.”

Over the years you flew back and forth between the keep and Dragonstone, but since the day your mother's throne was usurped, you were forbidden from even leaving the castle.

Fingers trembling, you kneel down and reach for Aegon’s hand. “Kostilus, kostilus, ivestragī nyke return naejot Zaldrīzesdōron. Nyke don’t care qilōni sits va se dēmalion; nyke sepār jaelagon ñuha muña. Nyke don’t feel ȳgha kesīr. I’m zūgagon hen zirȳla. He’s se drīve mirre hen bisa ēza massitas, kostilus, aegon, uncle. Sepār ivestragī nyke gūrogon ñuha riñar naejot se zaldrīzes ripo.” (Please, please, let me return to Dragonstone. I don’t care who sits on the throne; I just want my mother. I don’t feel safe here. I’m scared of him. He’s the reason all of this has happened, please, Aegon, uncle. Just let me take my children to the dragon pit)

Tears roll down Aegon’s cheek, but he doesn’t say anything. His bloodshot eyes suddenly focus on something behind you, and without turning around, you know it’s Aemond; you can feel his gaze burning into the back of your head.

“You issi dāez naejot jikagon whenever jaelā, ābrazȳrys, yn se riñar kessa umbagon kesīr.” (You are free to go whenever you want, wife, but the children will remain here)

You hated him; you hated him more than Aegon and Alicent combined. He is the one who killed Luke and caused more blood to spill. The men, blood and cheese, said they were debt collectors and had come to take revenge on Prince Aemond Targaryen.

“He’s dead. They took his head, Aemond,” you storm towards him, shoving him hard in the chest, but he doesn’t flinch. “They took my son’s head when it should have been yours! Do you even care that Laenor and Jaehaerys are dead? Do you even feel anything?”

He says nothing.

You wipe at your eyes and nose. “I’m going to retire for the evening. I suggest you don’t visit the children’s nursery.”

—

“The larger one strangled my bedmaid.”Your eyes are heavy and swollen from crying so much the last few days. “They tried to make Helaena choose which child to kill. After they killed my boy, she chose Maelor. They… they taunted him, told him his mother wants him dead.”

“Yet they took little Jaehaerys’s head.”

Children’s toys scatter the floor of your bedchamber. Lip trembling, you pick up Laenor’s, a wooden seahorse that your grandsire had made for him. “I never thought anything would hurt more than losing my father. But now in the space of a few weeks both Luke and my grandsire have died, my mother lost her babe, and now my sweet son has been taken from me.”

“I’m glad you’re able to find comfort in me, princess.”

Scoffing, you shake your head; you weren’t a fool. Larys Strong wasn’t to be trusted, but he could be useful. He once told you those who are never to speak must learn to observe, and that’s exactly what you’ve done the last few years. “Do you think my husband is stupid?”

“Of course not.”

“I do; he chased a boy on a dragon five times smaller than his own and has the audacity to act surprised that both Luke and Arrax are dead. Vhagar killed them because it’s what her rider wanted.”

Over the years, you’ve been careful to observe how he uses people and noticed his affection for the queen. The lord cocks his head to the side. “What is it you want?”

“They say Harrenhal is a cursed place; I suppose you must agree. The fire that killed your father and brother was the one in the damp castle since Balerion ended the line of Harren the Black.”

A wicked smirk spreads across his face. “You’ve been paying attention; I’m glad.”

“Hmm,” you look away from him to the lit fire, which was providing the majority of the light in the room. “We both know regardless of who sits on the throne, more blood will spill, and that queen and her king consort will bring fire and blood.”

“Strong words.”

The way he emphasises the word strong is supposed to get under your skin, but you let it slide. Out of the four children of Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, you were the only one who doesn’t have ‘strong’ features, which is probably the only reason Alicent wanted you to marry her son.

“I’ll speak plainly,” you turn and stare directly into his menacing eyes. “Help me, and I will have you spared when my mother reclaims her castle. I should add that I simply do not care if you tell the green council; I don’t think anyone would be surprised to know the daughter of the queen they usurped is plotting against them.”

“It could be some time before the gods decide who sits on the throne; what can you offer me in the meantime?”

“Information. Help me cause chaos within the greens council, and I’ll tell you who Alicent Hightower is fucking.”

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[Through the phone]

Wade Wilson x Logan (worst!wolverine)

Word count: 1,4k

Summary/prompt: Logan isn't used to this technology thing, but he lets Wade gift him a phone to make him happy. Turns out he finds rather... enticing ways to use his new phone when Wade's away on a job and he's feeling extra needy.

Tags: Smut, established relationship, sub/dom undertones, soft!dom Wade, masturbation, praise kink, phone sex, Logan likes being talked through it.

Wade liked to drag Logan along with him for shopping like he usually does after receiving from his mercenary jobs. He liked spoiling his little kitty cat and buying him stuff.

Logan would say 'no' at first, but then Wade would insist and insist, and well, he was mostly bored anyway, so he eventually gives in. When it comes to Wade, Logan usually gives in.

They were both in their civvies: Logan wearing denim pants, a wife pleaser, and a flannel. All his clothes were bought by Wade after he moved in. He apparently seemed to know what Logan likes or not.

Wade was wearing a hoodie and with the hood over his head. Logan noticed that the merc still wasn't fully in his comfort zone when he went out in public without his suit because of his appearance. But he seemed to deal better with it - with all the stares - when Logan was there by his side.

Wade was strolling around with the cart filled with things (variating from cleaning products, towels, food, unicorm plushies...) while Logan follows behind him, his hands in his pockets.

Wade comes to a stop when they pass over the eletronics session, looking at all the mobiles on display.

"Hey, peanut?"

"Hm."

"You don't really have a phone, do you? Wanna pick one?" Wade asks with a grin.

"Why?"

"Well, isn't it inconvenient?"

"Not really... I can't think of a situation where I would need one. And I'm also not really good with... Technology and stuff."

"Oh, okay..." Wade pouts like a hurt child, and Logan rolls his eyes.

"What?"

"Well, what if you miss me one day when I'm out for a job and wanna talk to me? You could also always text Laura to check up on her sometimes." Wade suggests and gives a dramatic sigh. "But well, if you don't want it..."

Logan considers for a moment and grunts lowly as he walks to the phones on display and tries to pick one. Wade watches with sparkling eyes and a grin.

He didn't really know the difference between the damn things. There were so many models, so he just chose a random one and placed it in the cart.

"There."

"Yay! Can't wait to introduce you to the technology world. You might wanna stay away from Ao3, though... there's some pretty nasty stuff in there. I mean, I love 'em, don't get me wrong. But I don't think you'd be pleased with what our fans fantasize about us."

"The fuck are you talking about?" Logan asks with an raised eyebrow. He was used to Wade saying weird shit like that. Honestly, he should just stop trying to understand the guy.

"Nothing, princess! Let's check out, shall we?"

...

It took some teaching from Wade for Logan to understand how to use his new phone. He didn't really use it much, though. But Wade was right. It was nice being able to talk to Laura and hear about how she's doing more often. They would meet and hang out every couple week, but her life seemed pretty busy after she started college. So now they could always call each other to catch up.

Wade was also right about... Well, the other part.

Usually, Logan would come along with Wade to help with any missions, but sometimes Wade would just go alone.

It was dark outside already, and it has been some hours since Wade wasn't home. Times like that, when he’s bored and lonely, he craves a drink more than anything. It was really damn hard trying to stay sober.

He walks to Wade's room and lies on his stomach on the bed, grunting with a soft rumble on his chest.

He missed Wade.

God, he can't believe it.

The apartment was finally silent for once, and he missed Wade's stupid voice.

He feels ridiculous.

Logan sniffs on the pillows, smelling Wade's scent. He smelled like gun powder and strawberry lotion. He feels his cock harden at the scent and he groans with frustration, his cheeks a soft blush and his eyebrows furrowed. His fists clenches as he starts to rut slowly against he matress, feeling completely pathetic.

It wasn't enough.

He takes his phone from his pocket and turns on his back, dialing the third contact from alphabetic order from his list.

He only has 3:

Althea

Laura

Wade

It rings and rings, and Logan almost just cancels the call, but then he hears Wade's voice.

"Hi, peanut. Missing me already? I do, too, honey- Motherfucker! Have some manners, can't you see I'm on the phone!" Wade grunts in pain over the line after apparently taking a couple shots.

"Is this not a good time?" Logan asks with a low voice, his hand moving down his own abdomen.

"No, no, baby girl. I always have time for you." Logan feels his cock twitching at Wade's words, his breathing getting more elaborated. He could hear Wade grunting, probably in the middle of a fight. "Don't worry, as I soon as I wrap this up, I'm coming home to you, kitten."

Logan usually scowl and reprimanded Wade at the pet names he usually uses, but Wade could hear softs gasps over the line so quietly he almost misses it, and if he had any eyebrows, they'd be raised.

"Don't take long." Logan whispers, his voice hoarse as he palms himself over his boxers.

"What are you doing?" Wade asks with a clear grin on his voice, and Logan hears a few shotguns and screams.

"Talking to you." Logan replies bluntly. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan when he slipped his hand under his underwear to touch himself properly. He gives a couple slow strokes, biting his lip strongly enough to draw blood.

"Nothing more?"

"No..."

"Oh, my little honey badger, you're a terrible liar." Wade accuses, making Logan's cheeks flush harder. "Are you that needy, hm? Kitty can't wait for me to get home?"

Wade doesn't receive a response, only desperate whimpers that were clearly escaping through bitten lips. He runs his katana through a couple of criminals and chuckles to himself.

"So cute, princess. You just needed to hear my voice, didn't you? I bet you must be dripping all over my bed right now. Bad boy... Gotta train you to learn and wait for me."

"Wade..." Logan grunts, his hand moving faster at a steady rhythm, his eyes shut tightly as he imagines it is Wade's scarred hands on him. He rubs his thumb over his tip and whines.

"It's okay, baby. I'll let it slide this time. Be a good kitty and make yourself feel good, yes? You sound so pretty."

Logan moans louder at the praise, his cock twitching and leaking pre cum into his fingers. He starts rutting his hips up, fucking his fist at a desperate pace.

"Keep talking..." Logan half begs half commands, making Wade smirk under his mask as he dodges from a chair that hit the wall behind him.

"You know, for someone who's always telling me to shut up, you sure sound quite desperate for it right now. I know you love it, kitten, even if you won't admit it. I know you love hearing me say how good you are for me, how pretty you look when you're all messy and pliant under me, how much of a good fucking boy you are..."

Logan straight up whimpers.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me and make a mess all over yourself, baby?"

"Wannabegood, wannabegood, wannabegood..." Logan babbles between needy moans, and Wade knew he was close.

"I know you do, princess." Wade shots the last one of the criminals and they drop dead to the floor along with the others. "Cum for me."

"Wade, fuck-!" He whines as he spills all over his fist and stomach, his back arching off the bed. He strokes himself through the aftershocks, his moans turning into heavy pants as he catches his breath. He feels a rush of embarrassment as his mind clears off, but then he hears Wade praising him.

"Good kitty. Alright, I'm done here." Wade says as he looks to all the bodies around him. "I'm coming home, darling! I have a boner the size of a lighthouse right now. It's really hard focusing on fighting like this."

Logan chuckles, his breathing still heavy. "Just come home already."

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TOGETHER

Requested: Chishiya post-Borderlands, taking care of a depressed wife

Chishiya x reader Post-Borderlands.

TW: Mention of depression, mental health symptoms, apathy, emotional detachment, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, reference to past trauma, social isolation, lack of appetite.

A few weeks had passed since her return to the real world.

“The real world,” Y/N thought repeatedly while lying in bed. “Is this really real?” Since her return to routine, Y/N felt as if she was walking unsteadily on a fragile sheet of ice that might crack at any moment. To anyone, it might seem that all that time in Borderlands had been nothing more than a very vivid dream. It was something she couldn’t explain to anyone and, even if she wanted to, the words didn’t seem real in her own language; it felt as if she were speaking another language every time she tried to give verbal form to everything that had happened. That’s why she chose to remain silent; it was easier and much more comfortable than starting a pointless babble that would lead nowhere.

On the other hand, Y/N had always been fascinated by the way her husband handled things. She had seen him calm and stoic in life-or-death situations, and now, back in the real world, nothing had changed. Chishiya was still the same as always, as if nothing had happened in the past days, weeks, months… As if they hadn’t been on the brink of death repeatedly, hadn’t witnessed bloody massacres and losses. “How does he do it?” she wondered.

So the hours passed, and the days drew to dusk, and she remained there, motionless in her bed, staring at a fixed point on the wall until her husband came home from work.

“Have you been lying there all day?” A voice jolted her from her daydream, making her startle. She didn’t like being caught off guard. “Side effects of Borderlands,” she thought.

Y/N nodded as she watched her husband undo his tie.

“Have you eaten?” Chishiya asked again.

Y/N shook her head. She hadn’t eaten, but Chishiya already knew that. Every morning, he would get up early, leaving his wife asleep, and prepare breakfast for both of them. He would leave with his coffee in hand and place another steaming cup on the table, and, as usual, Chishiya would return from work to find the cup exactly where he had left it, with all its contents untouched.

Chishiya never mentioned it to Y/N, hoping that if she got out of bed and found the cup as a surprise, it might motivate her to start a new day. But the days passed, and none seemed new to her. Chishiya would arrive, see the full cup, discard its contents, and slowly head to his room to find her once more lost in staring at a fixed point on the wall, absorbed in her thoughts, dead to the world.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Chishiya said as he rummaged through his work bag. He pulled out a few neatly folded papers and placed them on the bed before heading to the bathroom without looking back at the girl lying there. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but it hurt him. It hurt him deeply to see her like this, to see the once joyful, active, and lively girl slowly fading away, and he feared never being able to bring her back, losing her, and not having done enough to prevent it.

When Y/N heard the bathroom door close, she turned her gaze to the carefully folded papers on the bed. She knew her husband well enough to understand he hadn’t left them by accident. She reached out and picked them up, feeling their smooth and delicate texture. She unfolded them with reluctance, something trivial to any other person but monumental to her. As she laid the pages flat on her lap, she read the first line carefully: “Clinical Assessment of Depression Symptoms.” Y/N held the paper with both hands while her eyes raced to understand the document. It was written in medical jargon, something she would have asked Chishiya about under different circumstances, and he, with feigned annoyance, would have explained. But this time, her husband had left the papers there for her; she had to decipher the message, and it wasn’t too difficult.

Inside the bathroom, the water stopped running, and Y/N knew Chishiya would emerge any moment. For some inexplicable reason, she felt embarrassed that her husband might catch her with the papers in hand, so she folded them again and placed them back on the bed.

As expected, Chishiya took no more than 3 minutes to come out, and when he did, he cast a fleeting glance at the papers, which, judging by their placement, had been read.

“We don’t have food at home. I’m going to the supermarket in 10 minutes if you want to come,” the man said without looking at her, while rummaging through the closet for something to wear.

Y/N had been with Chishiya long enough to know that every word he spoke was meticulously considered and calculated, so it wasn’t hard for her to recall the text she had just read: “It is proven that walking at least 20 minutes a day improves mental health.” A sigh escaped her lips. The last thing she wanted at that moment was to get out of bed and get ready to go out, and when she was about to refuse, as she had every other time, an alarm seemed to go off in her mind, an alarm she had silenced for a long time that was now screaming for fresh air.

With no strength to respond and feeling unconvinced, Y/N nodded.

Chishiya had to wait on the sofa for more than 10 minutes before leaving the house, but he did so with a faint smile. He could be a cold and calculating man, but it was undeniable that he cared for her, even if he didn’t know how to show it, or did so in his own way.

When Y/N was ready, the man looked her up and down, hoping to see the familiar spark in her eyes. It wasn’t there. He still saw her lost gaze and pale complexion, and his heart ached seeing her look toward the door with distrust. Chishiya opened it with a loud creak that made the girl flinch. A flood of stimuli began to invade the house: the streetlights, the squeal of car wheels, a distant horn, and the chatter of people on the street. Y/N had grown accustomed to the absolute stillness of her dormant mind, and at that moment, the noise was overwhelming, so overpowering that the part of her brain demanding fresh air seemed to shut down, and she saw no reason to leave the comfort of her space. Her indecision must have been glaringly obvious, as all alarms went off in Chishiya’s mind, who remained calm by the door. Without a word, the man extended his arm toward the trembling, pale, and apathetic figure that was his wife. Y/N fixed her gaze on his open hand, and for a moment, the idea of touching Chishiya seemed appealing, letting a wave of nostalgia wash over her. That brief moment was enough for her to reach out and entwine her fingers with his, like a small child afraid to cross the street, and a shiver ran down her spine at the long-forgotten familiar touch.

Neither spoke as they crossed the threshold and Chishiya closed the door behind them. A bitter sensation lodged itself in the girl’s throat as she felt the door seal behind her, and the street she had known for years suddenly seemed more intimidating than ever, with the tall buildings towering over her, threatening to collapse at any moment, cars speeding away, and passersby moving briskly in all directions. For a moment, she remembered it all. All of it. And she felt her heart pound fiercely in her chest, and her eyes moisten with tears that threatened to spill at any moment. Her breathing caught in her throat, and the world seemed to close in around her.

Suddenly, a brief but strong squeeze of her hand pulled her out of her trance. Still breathing heavily, heart racing, and eyes full of tears, she looked at her husband. Chishiya was looking at her with calm resolve, as calm as he could be while his brain screamed at him to hug her and take her back to the comfort of her bed, but he was a doctor and understood clinically and analytically the chemical reactions occurring in his wife’s brain, plunging her into the deepest darkness. Summoning his courage, the man donned a serene, impassive, and even mask to hide his fears and worries, and with one last squeeze of her hand, a thousand unspoken words echoing behind, they both set out on their journey. Together.

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Hey everyone! 🌟 I hope you enjoyed reading this story! 😊 I really put my heart into capturing Chishiya’s character and how he might support his wife through her depression after Borderlands.

It’s kind of heartwarming to imagine him being a steady rock when things get tough, don’t you think? 💖✨

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Fully prepared for this to be a minority position but I am deeply emotionally invested in Paul and Chani not getting back together in Dune Messiah. Not just because I love angst and tragedy (I do) but because I don't think there's a way to do it without undermining the narrative and character arcs that Dune Part Two executed so well.

Paul and Chani's relationship in the Villeneuve films exists on a totally different foundation from what's in the books. It's a political love story and you simply cannot separate out the politics from the romance. Their connection starts with the politics and the love is built on top of that.

It's not just that they happen to fall in love while fighting together in an anti-colonial guerrilla war; that is why she falls in love with him. Because he is willing to take the same risks as her in fighting for her people's liberation. Not by trying to impose himself as a leader (at first) but side by side with her as comrades and equals. Let me fight beside you. That's all I'm asking. He is quite literally willing to put his body on the line for a struggle that's been with her all her life, that she cannot escape, but that he could walk away from if he chose. And in fact he proves himself to be an asset and not a liability in this struggle and they start winning. And yeah that shit's romantic as fuck!! Kudos to whoever on the writing team was like actually direct action solidarity is sexy af because they were right and they should say it! There clearly is some attraction or at least interest in Paul on Chani's part from fairly early on, but it's only after he's proven his political worth, in battle, that she allows herself to trust him on a personal level enough to begin a romantic relationship with him. (And it's only after Paul takes off the Atreides ring, the symbol of the fact that he came there to rule over her, that the narrative permits him to advance to this point.) They could have been comrades but not lovers, but never the other way around, because there's no other version of Paul that this Chani would have fallen in love with.

It's important that they meet in circumstances where Paul has no structural power over her. Chani never would have trusted the Paul who stood in the colonial palace and pledged to "honor" Stilgar by offering him hospitality on his own fucking planet. Because she would have known, just as Stilgar did, that such an offer of fellowship, no matter how genuine and well-intentioned, is not made on equal terms. It's only once Paul has been forcibly separated from his colonial privilege that they have even a chance to approach each other as human beings. (And, in a sort of dark irony, that violence becomes a bridge that connects them. That Paul is driven not by abstract power games among the Great Houses but by real grief and anger over the violent death of people he loves at the hands of the Harkonnens must surely be something Chani understands. And it builds a level of trust and empathy between them, that she doesn't have to explain the stakes of what they're fighting for. He knows it in his bones.)

It's not a coincidence that all their explicitly romantic moments are shot through with politics. Their first kiss is wrapped up in a conversation about what it means to be Fremen and I would very much like to be equal to you. (Yes, he's flirting his ass off with that line, but I do think he is sincere.) Their single post-coital scene has I'm no messiah, I'm a fedaykin of Sietch Tabr--not just a commitment to her people and her home but to her specific form of political struggle in which he is joining her. Throughout their whole relationship, the personal and the political are so interwoven as to be indistinguishable from one another.

This kind of commingling of emotional commitment to a person with political commitment to a culture/people/cause could have very easily slid into something tokenizing or fetishistic, but the writing manages to avoid that by sticking very strongly to a couple of guardrails. One, Chani is not some passive prize to be won, but an active agent of her own liberation, whether Paul is in the picture or not. She is the Fremen liberation struggle within the political allegory of the film; she is its voice and embodiment from the moment we meet her. On a character level, she is doing her thing and it's up to Paul to either follow or get out of the way. Even though we know he is afraid of her dying, he never once suggests she leave the front lines of armed struggle (can you imagine?) because that struggle is such a fundamental part of who she is and what he loves about her.

Two--and this one is important for what comes next--the narrative never trivializes the political side of their relationship in favor of the romantic. The second Paul reaches for any kind of power over the Fremen, over Chani, the trust between them is broken and the romance cannot continue. She might still love him as a person--you don't just turn that off--but she cannot be in love with him as the Lisan al-Gaib, fulfillment of a false prophecy she hates; as the Duke of Arrakis, her colonial overlord; or as the Emperor of the Known Universe, overlord of her overlord. As soon as he pulls that shit he is just another colonizer and she's done with him.

And like, kudos to the narrative for being absolutely uncompromising on that point! That's what makes both the political allegory and the personal tragedy hit so hard! Paul, bro, you fucked that one up good and now you are Experiencing a Consequence! I LOVE that in the end, love isn't enough. All the love in the world isn't enough to keep Chani from walking out at the end of the film, because the foundation that love is built on is broken and cannot be repaired.

(I do believe that by the time he is declaring himself Emperor, Paul thinks he has no choice, that this is the only way to save the people he loves from any number of worse fates. But that, too, is a betrayal, of a kind I don't think Paul fully understands. Because either you think the Fremen are capable of governing their own planet or you don't. Deciding unilaterally that having a "friendly" imperialist in power is the best you can hope for is a profound denial of the agency of the people Paul claims to be doing this in the name of. It's either paternalism or despair, and neither are acceptable modes of thinking for a serious revolutionary. Chani would tell you as much.)

The thing with making a bold writing choice like that is that...you cannot then walk it back in the next film with Chani choosing to forgive Paul or coming around to seeing the world his way and understanding that yes it's politically unsavory and he's manipulating the people he said he was in solidarity with but this was the only way! If you do that then the whole framework of what the first two films are trying to say about power and imperialism and resistance and solidarity collapses into incoherence. On a thematic level Dune Messiah is all about the consequences of Paul taking power the way he did and these are the consequences.

And on a character level...I just don't see any way to come back from such a deep betrayal. Even if some part of Chani still loves him. Even if she's pregnant with his child(ren). (We have like, zero information about how movie Chani feels about family and pregnancy and childrearing that would indicate that she would care one bit about her children's biological father being involved in their lives when he is otherwise busy being a space dictator.)

There are several categories of scenarios I can think of to get Paul and Chani interacting again (she goes back to him as a spy/assassin; she's brought back to the palace under some sort of duress, "for her safety" or even as a political prisoner) but none of them involve them being genuinely together as a couple. I could also see them not interacting at all for most of Dune Messiah. What I cannot see is any scenario in which she genuinely forgives him or ever fucking trusts him again. That shit is over and there's no getting it back.

[rraaaannnn]

summary~ Just two people who like to tease each other and deny their love for each other

“I don’t know why I always somehow get stuck with you.” Hanni says with obvious annoyance as she tries to walk without bumping into one of the random people dancing at the party. “Hey, don’t move suddenly,MY WRIST HURTS!” You say while parting your cuffed wrist

You and your group of friends were playing a game and it ended with you and Hani being punished by coming to the party in handcuffs.

Hanni walked as if she wasn't handcuffed with you, ignoring the sounds of your pain as you followed her. “Uh ouch, uh-oh, hey, excuse me for bumping into you.” She bumps into Hanni's back after stopping suddenly, giving you side eyes. She reaches the drinks table.

“Don't tell me you're going to get drunk while we're stuck like this,” you say between us, still standing behind her because the place is crowded, “I just want to get through the day quickly.” Hanni says annoyed, but changes her expression to give the waiter a smile.

Now Hanni is leaning on the table and facing you while holding the cup. The position does not help you move away from her, but you move closer. “Thank you - you didn’t get me a cup?” You say in slight frustration when you thought the cup in her hand was yours. Which makes Hanni lean in. She nodded and smiled a fake smile and brought the cup closer to her mouth, “You are old enough to do that…”

Hanni notices one of her friends she knows sitting, so you go to her to hug her and chat while you follow her as if you were a duck. Hanni continues chatting with her friend and notice that she is starting to lean on the table again, so she tries to move away a little to bring a nearby chair, which is a little difficult for you to pull with one hand. She tries to pull it out without disturbing Hanni

Finally, you can approach the bar stool. You raise your head while pointing with your eyes to Hanni. She looks behind her and sees the chair and understands you. Hanni sits down to continue the conversation with her friend. She has always served Hanni without asking you. You feel that you just want to serve her even if she does not ask you. If you do, you have been helping her ever since you knew her. You just always have a feeling that you want to serve her

You remain standing as you look at Hanni and her friend and then look away at the crowded people. “So… who is this girl and what are you handcuffed to?” Hanni’s friend asks while whispering to her and looking back at you. “Girl, it’s punishment for a challenge we were playing.With our group of friends. She lost and chose me to be stuck with her.” Hanni explains and drinks again. "she's perfect!" Her friend says loudly, making you look at them for a moment and then look somewhere else again

“PERFEKT! How so?”Hanni asks her friend as her eyes widen and then continues, “She actually chose me to be punished with her!” Hanni also says in disbelief to her friend, “Stop acting like that, I know you like it.” Her friend winks as she drinks, making Hanni roll her eyes and look at you while you are still standing. Watch the public celebrate

You turn around and come closer to make her hear you. “Our friends are waiting there. Let’s go.” You say while smiling politely at her friend. After Hanni said goodbye to her friend, she is now the one behind, following you. You stop when there is a big crowd in front of you. “We have to dive into this crowd.”you says. As you tilt your head back slightly to look at Hanni

You keep looking at her while holds your handcuffed hand in hers and see her reaction while a slight smile appears on your face, which Hanni always found annoying, “Ugh, just stop looking at me with your annoying smile, walk away.” Hanni keeps her hands dangling without holding you, but at least she allows you to hold them.

Your body comes into contact with the bodies of random strangers as you push yourself through the crowd to arrive, and while you stop from time to time as the crowding intensifies, your hand does not leave Hanni’s hand, and now you are standing a little in the crowd so that you can pass through. There are now empty spaces, but it takes a lot of time. So you feel Hanni's head leaning against your back

You always smiles at her cute interactions, even if she is sussy with you all the time

You finally arrive at your friends' drinks table and of course they won't be without teasing you and Hanni about your loss in the challenge with your hands in handcuffs. Hanni sits on the leather chair and you sit on the edge and then they start chatting.

“Oh Hanni, look it's Jake. He's the guy who's crushing on you.” One of your friends warned Hanni while pointing at Jake so Hanni could see him. “You should go and talk to him and give him your number…it'll be fun having Yn with you.” Her friends laugh as Hanni looks at the handsome boy, While giving, you are judging him strongly with your looks. “I like his style. He is more handsome in life than in pictures.” Hanni says with a smug smile, more caused by you and not the boy. “Are you looking at his pictures?” she asks while now looking while judging her more.

Hanni rolls her eyes in amusement and ignores you. “Of course I'll go to him if one of the idiots doesn't have my hands handcuffed with her.” Your friends laugh at Hanni's comment while you look at Jake condescendingly, even though the poor boy doesn't know how many insults you've said to him inside your mind. “He's wearing… Denim like me, although my style is undoubtedly better than his,” you say confidently

“SHUT UP You are literally an idiot, thinking about embarrassing myself in front of him because you are with me is enough for today!”

Hanni carefully applies lipstick to her puffy lip. It's the first time today that she feels free without you. Yn told her friends that she wants to use the toilet, so her friends agreed to remove the handcuffs until she gets out of the toilet, and then handcuff her when she's done.

Yn finally comes out now, looking at Hanni as she puts on lipstick. “How long are you just going to stare?” Hanni asks, raising an eyebrow while her lip rises slightly into a smirk. Yn approaches while holding her chin so that your thumb reaches the edge of her lip to fix the lipstick. After Yn finishes From fixing Hanni's lipstick, Hanni extends her hand and dangles it as if you were going to put a ring on her finger while she looks bored at you, "I think my rest time is over."

Hanni feels your hand holding her hand but she doesn't point to the handcuffs, and now she doesn't feel your hand so she looks at you now with a little confusion, "It's your chance…" You say quietly, "hmm what?" Hanni now asks with more confusion, "You can be free from me, go and do whatever you want before we return to our friends and lock the handcuffs”

“Ah-o-right” Hanni says clearly not wanting to leave you, you go out first

“And this is your drink…” The boy, Jake, held out the drink to give it to Hanni, who didn’t seem to pay any attention to it. Look at Yn, who was standing with a drink in her hand while looking at people dancing, “Hanni…Hanni!” Jake calls out to Hanni, making her finally pay attention to him after she was focused on you and there is a frown on her face. “Are you okay?” Jake asks Hanni after she takes the drink from his hand. “Yes…thank you.” Hanni gives Jake a quick smile after him. She takes a glimpse at you and then focuses With Jake though she didn't really care what he said

She moots her lips while thinking of you, because she wanted to stay with you even if she pretended to hate it. She is angry that you left her even though she didn't love you. Hanni doesn't need to talk about her feelings and be sweet to you because you always treated her like a princess. And now this princess is angry. And she's frowning because you left her

The universe doesn't revolve around Hanni, but Hanni thinks you revolve around her

And you think if anyone should take the blame for Hanni's behavior towards you, then you are to blame because you spoiled her.Hanni really starts to listen to Jake. She tries to ignore the thoughts running through her mind. It's your loss. This is what Hanni convinces herself.

Hanni laughs at a joke Jake told and as she laughs she catches a glimpse of Yn who is trying to help a drunk girl. This makes her expression drop. What the hell are you trying to do!

You are holding the girl's waist while the girl's arm is on your shoulder and you are trying to help her walk. All Hanni feels is heat gathering in her forehead. How could you do something so impudent?

Hanni is fighting her demons as she looks at the way you lower the girl's arm to hold her tightly around her waist and sit her on a pedestal so that she does not stumble because she is not conscious.You are now holding the girl's hand to place on the water bottle in order to hold it correctly. That’s should be her.The final blow to Hanni was when she saw you wiping your sleeve over the girl's mouth after some water slipped down her chin. Hanni's demons won.

While Yn was helping the poor girl, she noticed one of the drunk girl's friends thanking her as she approached to help her friend. Yn felt something closing in on her hand. Yn looked to the side to see a girl with her familiar blonde hair, HANNI?

You notice that Hanni has put the handcuffs back on your hand with her hand clasped together. As Hanni holds on to your arm, “Did our friends caught you?” you ask, confused, excited that you are stuck with her again. “No, they didn’t…but I caught you! What the hell are you doing with this girl?” Hanni says. She's upset, but she doesn't let go of your arm. “What…? She needed help.”

" such a gentlwoman” Hanni narrows her eyes at you

“Did he reject you? That's why you're venting your anger on me as usual.” You say muttering as you walk slowly to the bar, before Hanni grabs your arm that she's clinging to. “He doesn't dare reject me, and I'm not done talking either. You can't walk while I'm in the middle of talking.”

“What the hell do you want from me, HANNI!” you start, furrowing your brow in annoyance. “You…”

Your eyebrows furrow more at the girl clinging to your arm, while she now looks at your lips, her eyes shaking.

"Huh?" You swear if this was just one of Hanni's sarcasm, "But it seems that I didn't leave you for ten minutes without you starting to spoil another girl who wasn't me." Hanni's lips begin to frown slightly as she briefly looks into your eyes and then returns them to your lips.

“How about we leave the girl and start explaining what is happening now” you say controlling your brain’s ridiculous assumptions “I will be happy to explain it correctly” Hanni pulls you away from the bar and the party in a big way and as she walks with you in a movie she holds your hand instead of your arm you stop her after she You arrived at an empty space, “Stop here, and explain to-” You are interrupted by Hanni pushing your chest against the wall and connecting your lips together in a thirsty kiss.

It takes you seconds for your mind to realize what is happening to her sharing the same kiss with the same rhyme

After the taste of drinks and some lip balm, the taste of her lips that you had always longed to taste

Her soft, full lips circling yours

And now you can feel her hand cuffed with you and her fingers wrapping around your fingers and getting stronger the more deeply she kisses you, until she presses her hand against your hand against the wall. She leaves the kiss in need of some oxygen, but it seems that she cannot bear to stay away from your lips, so she decides to complete it.started it down to your jaw line

You moan lightly, feeling the heat spread throughout your entire body. You mumble, “Hanni…” and she mumbles in response against your lips.

While your second hand is busy with Hanni's hand against the wall, you find it soft to Hanni's waist and then to her back to press her curvy body to yours to bring her closer to you.

“Hanni, what about him?” You stopped the kiss, making Hanni say in frustration, “What about him? There’s nothing about him! I want you…just you and me kissing you explains how much I want you, Yn.” Hanni’s voice gradually lowered as she now looked at you softly.

Shifting your position, Hanni's back was against the wall, placing slow kisses on her cheeks while smiling, "Did you do all this because you were jealous?" A smug smile appears on your face, “Act as if you weren't also jealous of Jake before.” Hanni responds with a smug smile, “Hmm, that's right, let jealousy live if it gets us to the point of kissing each other.” Hanni giggles, then returns your lips to hers, and it's your turn to kiss her against the wall. After When you two finish kissing, you place your forehead on Hanni's forehead

"Let's go on a date, now!" You say eagerly, making Hanni giggle again as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “Where to?”

“My house…I will make you pasta with steak.”

"Did you forget that our hands are in handcuffs?" "Aren't you going to help me?" “No, I want to be spoiled!”

You cut her off with a quick kiss, “I want to make you spoiled for the rest of your life, even if it means cutting my wrists.”

"Let's not-"

You and Hanni ended up cuddling after dinner, sleeping on the living room sofa

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Something from draft a long time ago that I decided to post randomly

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Close Despite the Distance pt.2 ✈️🌍

Mapi León x reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

pt.1

summary :

After months of talking online, you and Mapi finally decide to meet in person. The anticipation is overwhelming, but will the connection you built over messages hold up in the real world?

The day has finally arrived.

You’ve imagined this moment for months, ever since the day you and Mapi decided to stop dreaming about "one day" and make plans for it. A small trip to Barcelona, just for a few days, but enough to bridge the gap that’s existed between you for so long.

As you sit in the back of a taxi, nerves twisting in your stomach, your phone buzzes with a message from her.

"Where are you?"

You smile and quickly type out a response. "Five minutes away."

The reality of what’s about to happen hits you all at once. You’ve never felt this nervous before, and that’s saying something considering how close you’ve grown to Mapi. She knows almost everything about you, yet somehow, meeting her face to face feels like a whole new beginning.

The taxi pulls up outside a small café, one she had picked near her apartment. It's quiet, away from the hustle of the city center, and you immediately understand why she chose it—discreet, low-key, private. Your heart pounds as you pay the driver and step out into the sunlight. You scan the sidewalk, searching for her.

And then you see her.

She’s leaning against the café’s doorframe, her sunglasses perched on her head, casual yet unmistakably her. The moment your eyes meet, it feels like time freezes. You’ve seen her in photos, on video calls, but nothing compares to seeing her standing there in person. She’s even more striking than you imagined.

Mapi grins, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward you. You don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or run into her arms. Your feet stay frozen in place until she reaches you.

"Hey, you made it," she says, her voice more vibrant and full in person, like every syllable is infused with warmth and familiarity.

"Yeah, I did," you manage to say, your voice shaky from a mix of nerves and excitement. "It’s… surreal."

Without thinking, she wraps you in a hug, pulling you close. The sensation of her arms around you is overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Her embrace feels so natural, like you’ve been doing this for years.

"I can’t believe this is real," you whisper into her shoulder, hugging her back tightly.

"Me neither," she murmurs, pulling away just enough to look at you. Her blue eyes are bright, full of the same excitement and nerves you feel. "But I’m glad it is."

You both stand there for a second, grinning like idiots, until Mapi laughs and gestures toward the café. "Come on, let’s grab a coffee. I feel like we’ve got a lot to catch up on… even though we already talk all the time."

As you sit down at a table, the conversation flows more naturally than you expected. There’s a brief awkwardness, the kind that comes with meeting someone new, but it fades quickly. Mapi’s smile, her laugh—it’s all so familiar, even though this is your first time sharing a space. The way she taps her fingers on the table, how she leans in when she’s focused on something you’re saying, it all feels like a continuation of the moments you’ve shared through screens.

"You’re not how I imagined," Mapi admits after a while, sipping her coffee and looking at you with a soft smile.

You blink, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Oh? In a good or bad way?"

She laughs, shaking her head. "In a good way. You’re… even better in person."

Her words make your heart skip a beat. You’ve always wondered if the online connection would translate into real life, and now you know—this is real. She’s real. And so are the feelings between you.

As the day goes on, the two of you explore the quieter streets of Barcelona. She shows you her favorite spots, talks about her life beyond the field, and even teases you a bit when you try to speak Spanish with her.

The evening finds you both sitting by the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The conversation has slowed, replaced by the comfortable silence that only comes with real closeness. You’re not thinking about the future or the past—just this moment.

"So," Mapi says, breaking the quiet. "What do you think? Was it worth the wait?"

You glance at her, the soft smile on her face mirroring your own. You don’t need to think twice.

"Absolutely," you say. "More than worth it."

Mapi’s hand finds yours, fingers lacing together effortlessly. It’s a small gesture, but one that feels like everything. For the first time in months, there’s no screen, no distance—just the two of you, finally together.

💕@lovewomensfootball💕

pt.3

[ydsurluvhsm]

sasuke uchiha deserves to be loved out loud (´•̥﹏•̥`) ♡

✧.・゜✿・。.☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ༓☾☼✩.･｡ﾟ☁︎*.☽✩˚｡⋆✲ﾟ｡⋆*

why is it that when sasuke is angry people call him heartless, but when itachi is silent they call him tragic. why is it that sasuke screams for help with blood on his hands and everyone looks away, but when itachi bleeds quietly, people build him altars. i’m not saying one deserves less love, i’m saying sasuke deserved more. more kindness, more grace, more forgiveness. he was a child. a boy who loved his big brother so hard he shaped his whole world around him. and when that world shattered, no one helped him pick up the pieces. so he held the shards in his hands and bled alone.

you don’t understand how devastating it is that sasuke’s entire childhood was a prologue to his pain. he was a prodigy, yes. but also soft. also kind. also eager. he looked up to itachi like he hung the stars in the sky. and when the stars fell, they crushed him. people say sasuke was obsessed with revenge, but it wasn’t about killing. it was about understanding. about making the pain make sense. about proving to himself that love hadn’t been a lie. he didn’t want to destroy itachi. he wanted him to see him. to hurt the way sasuke hurt.

and then he did. and it broke him again. and still—he kept moving. he never got to fall apart. he had to rewire his entire heart and carry on. and he kept losing people. kept losing himself. kept searching for a version of the world that didn’t hurt so much. he tried the path of light and the path of darkness and found peace in the middle of the ruins. it was messy. it was violent. it was lonely. but it was his choice. that’s why sasuke is so important to me—he chose to come back. not because someone redeemed him. but because he did.

it makes me so emotional that people still talk about naruto as the one who saved him when sasuke had been crawling toward the light on his own for so long. he just needed someone to say “i see you.” naruto didn’t save him. naruto waited for him. and sasuke came back. scarred, burned, bleeding—but alive. more alive than he had been in years. when he smiled after the final battle… i felt that in my bones. that little sliver of peace he never thought he’d get. he smiled like he forgot how and just remembered again. like the world was finally quiet inside his head.

boruto sasuke is probably the most heartbreaking version of him. like... the way he tries to be a father when no one taught him how. the way he mentors boruto with patience and grace despite having grown up without any of it. the way he watches over the village from the shadows—not to atone, but because he cares. he still thinks the only way he can protect people is by staying away from them. he doesn’t want to hurt anyone again. and it’s so painful because all i want is for him to be held. to be told “you’ve done enough.” but he never stops. he loves in silence. in exile. in scars.

and the way he treats sarada… oh my god. you can tell he wants to give her the world but he’s terrified he’ll taint it. like he doesn’t think he deserves to stand in the light anymore so he just watches from the edges. she reaches for him and he flinches because he doesn’t know how to be wanted without being feared. but he tries. he tries. he shows up when it counts. even when he’s bleeding. even when he’s broken. he shows up. that’s love. and it’s the kind of love that costs him everything. but he gives it anyway. because he’s sasuke.

he is not emotionless. he is not selfish. he is a boy whose heart was shattered so many times he forgot what it sounded like when it beat softly. but it still does. it always did. he never stopped feeling. he just got better at hiding it. but if you look close, you see it—in the way he protects, the way he hesitates, the way he listens. he’s all bruised silence and trembling hope. he is grief with a heartbeat. and he still keeps walking forward. still believes he can do better. he’s the kind of character who lets himself be hated if it means someone else gets to live in peace. and if that’s not heroic, idk what is.

sasuke uchiha is the most painfully beautiful character i’ve ever known. he is everything people misunderstood about teenage anger and survivor’s guilt and broken love. he is a mirror of the worst the world can do to a child and the best that child can still become. he’s proof that pain doesn’t make you a monster. it makes you real. and i will never stop loving him for that. ( ´•̥̥̥ ω •̥̥̥` ) ♡

✧.・゜✿・。.☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ༓☾☼✩.･｡ﾟ☁︎*.☽✩˚｡⋆✲ﾟ｡⋆*

(♡°▽°♡): just a lil reminder: sasuke is my broken boy, but we have to talk about how he’s not the best husband or father. his trauma impacts every relationship he has, and that’s why he struggles to connect with sakura and their daughter in the way they deserve. i love sakura so much, but honestly, sasusaku makes me really uncomfortable. sakura deserves someone who sees her as the amazing, strong person she is, not as second best. also, sakura is a huge victim of comphet—she’s been pushed into a straight relationship with sasuke when it’s clear they don’t have the chemistry that should be there. comphet forces women to conform to a heteronormative narrative, even if it’s not what they want, and sakura deserves someone who truly understands her. (*≧▽≦)

[owuwi]

LOTTIE MATTHEWS.ᐟ

➤ lottie matthews x gn!reader

.ᐣ her attempt of helping the group perhaps wasn't the most adequate one.

⤷ cw: yellowjackets s3 ep7 spoilers, mentions of blood and brain.

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it all happened way too fast.

you got lost in the crackling sound of the fire, the air lightly buzzing in your ears—creating a haze in your mind—. your body moved on its own, wild chants leaving your lips without a doubt in the world. if it wasn't for lottie's scream, you wouldn't had even noticed their presence.

if she said they didn't belong there—that it didn't want them there—, then it must've been true.

though, was nailing an axe through his head necessary?

lottie didn't understand the other girls, didn't understand why they believed at times and then suddenly didn't. for her, the wilderness was real, it was real, and it wasn't something she could simply ignore. even when she felt like it didn't want her anymore, didn't need her, deep down she knew she would never lose that connection they had.

as the man fell down to his knees, shakily pulling the axe out of his cranium, lottie was oh so proud of herself. her gaze immediately found yours in the midst of the girls' reactions, hoping to see you proud of her; so the look of horror in your face wasn't what she expected.

when everyone left to pursue the woman and the armed-man, you stood there—terrified, eyes darting between melissa's injured form and lottie's confused one.

you knew lottie was going to need you the moment you saw her kneeling down next to the dead body, yet you still chose to go with the others and ran after the unknown visitors.

the last thing you saw before disappearing into the woods was your girlfriend tenderly caressing the man's bloodied head, covering herself with his warm blood and spreading the crimson-red liquid all over her face.

your body ached as you ran, your head fuzzy and filled with concern for her. you were already aware of how everyone would react to seeing her like that; how they would judge her, calling her fucking crazy for doing what it wanted—because they would immediately stop believing in the wilderness after witnessing the way lottie acted.

you couldn't justify her acts because you weren't like her, you didn't understand it. the wilderness was a belief you took as a coping mechanism, to have an answer to all the questions you had 24/7. lottie could tell you were strong, could tell you could have a bond with it if you truly wanted to, but you didn't have the heart to tell her you didn't think like she did.

shamelessly, you couldn't help but blame her schizophrenia at times for the changes she suffered.

as the sun came up, you and the rest of the team found your way back to camp, though with the addition of someone new.

the way lottie's sun-kissed skin was coated with dry blood made your stomach churn. her whole face—even her mouth—was painted, your body trembled as you noticed chunks of brain in her hair and clothes.

no one mentioned anything—not even when standing right in front of her—, but you could tell she wasn't as content as she was when you last saw her.

after hannah introduced herself, you took some steps closer to your girlfriend and hesitantly grabbed her hand. "c'mon, lott, let's get you cleaned up." you said as you slowly began walking towards the lake, your heart clenching as lottie tried to complain before ultimately following you.

"you understand it, right?" she broke the odd silent as the two of you sat down on some rocks by the lake, her voice quivering faintly as she stared at you. "it needed to be done." she then added.

you dipped your hand into the cold-ish water before delicately wiping away the blood from the girl's face. "mhm... o-of course." you replied some moments later, trying your best to hide how badly you wanted to throw up.

she softly placed her hands on your lap—not caring about staining you—and closed her eyes as you continued. "it will all get better, don't worry about it..." she murmured before leaning in, placing a little kiss to your dry lips—once again, not caring about staining you—.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Possession

klaus mikaelson works other tvd works masterlist

Summary -> klaus hates watching you talk with another man, even if it is his brother. and it his duty as the man that owns you to remind you of whom you belong to (1.4k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, possessiveness, some toxicity, jealousy, brief mentions of death and turning, crying

Venom was poised on Klaus’ tongue as he watched his beloved, glaring daggers at her form as she watched Y/N laugh at something dismal that one of his brothers had said. She was supposed to remember that she belonged to him, she was his mere little human that was his own personal slave for affection.

He sat there, nostrils flaring, as he sipped out of the rich flute, placing it upon the side table before he hauled himself to his feet, stalking toward his girl. She was his, and she wasn’t allowed to forget that, he didn’t care if she was just being friendly, any niceties were reserved for him alone. Elijah sensed the homicidal distress radiating from his sibling, and chose it best to remain by Y/N’s side as Niklaus reached them. “Brother.” He greeted him, bowing his head respectively at the younger one of their family.

Despite the politeness, Klaus wished to scorn the smile that Elijah had caused from Y/N’s face; he had grown more possessive since becoming a hybrid and unlocking his werewolf side. “Get away from my woman, now.” He spoke slowly, reaching towards Y/N and dragging her into his arms as she gently shook. “It’s okay love, I’m here now. Cling to me all you want.”

And she did, her hands balling up the fabric of his shirt as her face rested lowly on his chest, remaining silent as Klaus forbade his brother from sharing the presence of them both in his art room. Because she was his little masterpiece that he had trained to mould around himself, he raised her chin so she was forced to look up at him, their eyes strongly meeting. Y/N knew that she would be in trouble if she broke the visual contact, she had to obey him, he was the one that controlled this relationship, and most times than not her too.

“You belong to me, do you understand that Y/N?” His interrogative enquiry made her physically gulp, but respectfully she nodded at the Original, allowing him to cradle her jaw in his powerful hands until they drifted down her neck, posing a little pressure to the area. “That’s my good girl.” He praised her, which made her utter an almost inaudible whimper, that made him smirk to himself. Oh, how he should have made Elijah stay so that he could witness how she folded under his demeanour, and how she knew that she was all his.

“Klaus.”

“That’s right, I want that to be the only name that every slips out from your pretty mouth.” He responded, leading her backwards until her back hit a wet canvas, the stroke of his artistic touch adorning the back of her clothing. “Can you do that love, can you only say my name for all eternity.” He still had yet to turn her, he was waiting until they were both ready for that level of commitment, but for now he was content looming above her, blocking her shadow from the eyes of anyone else.

“Yes. Of course, it shan’t be a problem.” He allowed her hands to trail up upon his shoulders, he walked his stature farther into her, trapping her against the material of the splattered canvas. “That’s my girl.” He smiled adoringly at her, meeting her lips lightly with his own before his actions escalated, and he grew hungrier for her touch. His tongue swept within her gasping mouth, holding her still so that he could execute his calculated attack.

Without need of any compliance from his little object, he raised her dress over her head, finding her completely nude underneath, just the way that he liked her to be. And perhaps that was a reason of many as to why he was startled by the sight of her and Elijah harmlessly conversing. He knew that whenever he wanted, her body was conveniently always prepared for him to take her as he pleased, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

Klaus tossed off his long sleeved shirt, exploiting his exterior to his girl who could only trail her hand down his toned stomach, but he grasped her wrist, shoving it away as he continued to strip down to his birthday suit. And now they were both undressed and ready for what he wanted, Y/N moaned surprised yet not by how he effortlessly hoisted her into his arms, and swooned her body against the wall beside them, his fingertips slipping down and down until they were teasing at her wet entrance.

They easily glided into Y/N’s walls, probing her insides with his long digits, two precisely, as he rested his nose into the crook of her neck, smelling how her blood boiled with arousal and finding it relaxing at how her pulse harshly raised from the contact he granted her with. “Look at how ready your body always is for me, it’s like you were made for me. My pretty little thing.” His words did something to Y/N, made her insides twist as he supplied her with the most sufficient way that he could show her his love.

A whine tore out from Y/N’s throat as he respectfully removed his fingers, leaving her feel empty and dismal in his predator like grasp. However the emptiness was soon filled as he pushed his cock into her cunt, stretching her until she felt perfectly full. It must have been some sick joke, he thought to himself and hid his deviant chuckle in the rasp of a groan; it was really as though his mother had endured she was born into the world in the time he needed her most. He was all he wanted, and it was his duty to ensure that Y/N felt the same way about him.

If she didn’t then there would be nothing to stop all hell from breaking loose, sincerely by the hybrid of course. But he was convinced he had nothing to worry about considering the present as he fucked her without an inkling of guilt or compassion for the fact that one day he would make her like him. “Klaus, holy fuck.” Her head collided back into the wall, no doubt giving her an ache within her head, but he only found it that much more attractive as she became significantly more dazed from the hit on her noggin and the strength behind his starved thrusts.

“Hardly holy.” Klaus corrected her, he was the deepest sin that she had ever committed, and ever would. She was wrapped around him like a shawl, clinging onto dear life until she allowed him to take the humanity of it away. She passionately kissed his neck, biting it as though she was growing her vampiric appetite before she actually turned. “Though your cunt feels like heaven.” He muttered, smirking as he thought that nobody would every see her in this state. This was his Y/N, the goddess of his greediest desires, and he would never allow her to slip away.

“Can I cum, Klaus, please?” There were tears of diamond stimulation in Y/N’s gorgeous eyes, it was as though she was compelled by his swift and jarring movements, pleading for his permission to let her release the sparking build up that was daring to explode within her body. “Please, please, please. Want to cum all over your perfect cock.” Oh did she now? Well that was no surprise, it never was, and she always held it together until he allowed her to release, as she knew the consequences if she didn’t. It wasn’t her orgasm, it belonged to him, and she wasn’t allowed it unless he granted her the lustful wish that was laced elegantly in her mind.

“Cum for me Y/N, I want to feel you cum all over me love.” Not even an instant passed and he felt her walls contract gratefully around him, washing her everlasting attraction for the man that owned her onto his length. Once she had finished her orgasmic bliss, he only fucked her harder, causing tears to dribble from her eyes, not stopping until he filled her to the hilt and emptied his cum deep within her. And although they had both finished he refused to put Y/N down, he just wanted to hold her, in this haven alone, sweetly stroking her hair as he thought that he was the luckiest man undead. He had her, and she was all his.

[lh44girl]

“You Are My Everything”

The night was cold and quiet, the snowy Swiss landscape outside framed by the large windows of the cozy living room. You sat curled up on the couch, your knees drawn to your chest, staring blankly at the fire crackling in the hearth. A heaviness had settled over you—a weight you’d been carrying for days, unable to shake.

Lewis walked in, fresh from his shower, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a simple white T-shirt clinging to his chest. He stopped when he saw you, the worry in his eyes immediate and deep.

“Hey,” he said softly, coming to sit beside you. His hand found your leg, a gentle, grounding touch. “You’ve been quiet lately. What’s going on, love?”

You hesitated, chewing your lip as you tried to find the words. Finally, you let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been thinking… maybe I don’t deserve to be part of your life.”

Lewis blinked, his brow furrowing. “What? Where is this coming from?”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you pushed on. “I’m not… enough. I’m not great enough for someone like you. You’ve achieved so much, Lewis—things people can only dream of. You’ve made history. You’re admired by millions. And I… I’m just me. I don’t belong in your world.”

His face softened, but you could see the pain in his eyes as you continued. “Even your friends… I can feel it sometimes, the doubt in their eyes. Like they’re wondering why I’m here. Why you chose me. I can’t help but think they’re right.”

Lewis shifted closer, taking your hands in his. “Stop,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Don’t do this to yourself. Don’t let those doubts take root.”

“But it’s true,” you whispered, tears spilling over. “You deserve someone who matches your greatness, someone who was there for every victory, every milestone. I wasn’t there for any of it. And now, I feel like an imposter—like I don’t have the right to stand beside you.”

Lewis’s grip on your hands tightened, and he tilted your chin up so your eyes met his. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “You are not an imposter. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Do you understand that?”

Your tears fell faster, and he reached up to brush them away with his thumb. “I’ve spent my life surrounded by people who care about what I can give them—fame, money, access. But you… you don’t care about any of that. You see me for who I am. You see the man I’ve become, not the mistakes I’ve made or the titles I’ve won. And you love me anyway. That’s rare, so rare. Do you know how special that makes you?”

You shook your head, your voice trembling. “It doesn’t feel like enough.”

Lewis leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “You are more than enough. You’re everything. My parents—they’ve never agreed on anything easily, but the one thing they told me was this: ‘Never let her go. She might be the best thing that ever happens to you.’”

Your breath caught in your throat as he continued. “They see it. They see what I see—that you make me better. That you’ve given me a kind of love and peace I didn’t think I’d ever find. I don’t care what anyone else thinks—friends, fans, whoever. This is about you and me. And I will spend every single day proving to you that you belong in my life, that I want you in my life, because I can’t imagine it without you.”

A sob escaped you, and Lewis pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “Don’t doubt us,” he murmured into your hair. “Please, don’t doubt what we have.”

You clung to him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands cradling your face. “I love you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “You’re my everything.”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a deep, soul-stirring kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a promise, a vow. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his love for you pouring into every touch.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes searching yours. “Do you feel it?” he asked softly. “How much I love you?”

“I do,” you whispered, tears still glistening in your eyes.

He smiled, warm and tender, as he lifted you into his arms and carried you toward the bedroom. “Then let me show you,” he said, his voice filled with love and devotion. “Let me remind you how much you mean to me, over and over again.”

And as the night unfolded, he did just that, making sure you never doubted your place in his heart again.

[nadas-dirthalen]

I Saw Solas's Origin in an Achievement Icon and It Opened My Eyes on 15 Years of Lore

— PART ONE —

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Welcome, friends and travelers! I wanted to get some thoughts recorded before Veilguard's release so I could see if I am right about an absolute BOATLOAD of theories I have.

In short: I saw the achievement list when it was released. I have seen the backstory hints for Solas included in said list. AND MY MIND WAS BLOWN.

You have been warned: THIS COLLECTION OF THEORIES INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR EVERY DRAGON AGE GAME AND ALL PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL UP TO AND INCLUDING OCTOBER 18, 2024.

Come sit down with me. Make a nice cup of tea (and hide it from Solas). We've got a lot of unpacking to do.

(this photo isn't the spoiler, I just like it.)

On the docket for this post:

What are we actually seeing?

So what does that... mean?

Previous hints to this origin

What this implies for Solas's past and present

SO, without further ado...!

What Are We Actually Seeing?

So. First we need to briefly go over the details of what is IN this image, before anything else.

This memory is called Manifestation. That's as close to the word "Origin" as I've ever heard. Whatever we find here, it's going to tell us where Solas came from.

And what we do find had blown my mind wide open.

We see that the figure displayed is embedded in a stone ceiling. Its branches extend deep into the stone. It also has what looks (to us) like a tail extending below the ceiling, into the open space below. The tail also fans out into branches, like a long and bending twig. What does this remind me of?

Lyrium. Always depicted as coming out from The Stone, bending like twigs and branches into open air. We know now, Lyrium is the blood of the Titans.

The achievement icon's figure has six eyes at the top center, as well. And you know what those remind me of?

The Dread Wolf.

Put those together, and I have concluded: Solas was originally a part of a Titan. He was removed from this Titan and given physical shape.

So What Does This... Mean?

If we confirm that Solas is Titan-born, there are unending implications (and that's why this big collection of theories has six parts). For now, I'll go over the absolute most basic ones.

Solas has connections to a Titan, which has implications for his history, his magic, and every single one of his motivations and his relationships.

Solas was likely created/mined/taken/inspired by Mythal (more on that later). That means that she is the reason he has a body at all, and informs a lot of things about their relationship and, again, Solas's motivations.

Everything we know about the elves and the Evanuris has evolved. If everything they've done is related to the Titans, then every dwarf main is about to be screaming in glee during Veilguard.

Everything we know about the entire history of Thedas has new context. Again, hell yeah for everyone who wanted more dwarf/Titan lore!!

Understanding Solas's origin story is understanding Solas himself. Not only that, but the world he came from. Not only what he's doing now, but every historical reason behind why he chose to do what he has been doing all along.

In short, our entire understanding of Thedas has changed, because we know how one of its oldest beings came to be.

If all that seems like a lot right now, that's because it is. But think about it. Fen'Harel was the god who could walk among both godly clans. The one who could imprison both sets, away from each other.

Knowing what he comes from tells us a LOT about why "both clans" thought he belonged to them. It tells us a LOT about who—and what—he is taking into consideration with his plans to tear down the Veil.

Oh, yeah. We're going to be talking about everything in Thedas.

Previous Hints to This Origin: This Was Always BioWare's Intention

So many people have been calling Veilguard a "reset" on Thedas lore. And regardless of your opinion on the worldstate choices, I will say this: absolutely none of Solas's lore is a retcon. Having just played DA:O and DA2 over the summer, in addition to several playthroughs of Inquisition, in addition to reading Tevinter Nights, The Missing, and both volumes of World of Thedas, I can say with certainty: there have been little hints placed for this reveal over all 15 years.

Yes, I will be dissecting most of these as we go on.

NOTE: This is not a 100% exhaustive list, especially by the time we get to DA:I!

Origins:

the earliest Fen'Harel lore: Fen'Harel walked between both clans of gods, for each of them believed him to be one of their own.

Oghren remarks that the Temple of Sacred Ashes is built around a lot of lyrium, and suggests (perhaps falsely) that that is why the Sacred Ashes of Andraste have healing powers

DA2:

literally Mythal is there, guys. she's there right in the prologue. of course DA2 was also an Evanuris game!! they ALL are!

the focus on the lyrium idol: being the Titans' blood, and being used so extensively in Veilguard (as the dagger) after its mention in Tevinter Nights (where Solas was looking for it and called it "my idol"), my assumption is it has always been a part of him or related to his Titan

red lyrium in general: showing us its effects, setting up the reveal for what it is in Inquisition

Corypheus' appearance in DA2, and how BioWare brought Corypheus in just so the player could see, without a doubt, that Hawke killed Corypheus. This was always meant to be a "HUH?" moment in Inquisition, where the player would see that Corypheus did, in fact, fully come back to life—opening up the door for future questions on how immortality is possible in Thedas

every Merrill mention of Fen'Harel, and having the legend from previous Dalish codices and Fen'Harel statues be placed in dialogue from her personal quest, where far fewer players would miss it or accidentally overlook it

taken together: everything having to do with Corypheus and lyrium in DA2 was preparation for us to establish a connection between lyrium, the Evanuris, immortality, and the blight in DAI.

Inquisition:

Cole's dialogue. Here's just a few lines: (at the lyrium coffins in Trespasser) "They're all singing. Coffers, coffins, corpses that aren't dead. A song crying out in the dark." // (telling Dorian why he doesn't need to eat) "I thought I had to. But I don't. The Old Songs can pull me." // (about wanting to be bound as a spirit) "You should ask Solas to bind you, too. And then someone can bind him."

Also this Cole/Solas exchange:

The entire Well of Sorrows quest. Lyrium, once refined, is a liquid. The Well of Sorrows houses memory: the memories of all who pledged themselves to it.

Solas' dialogue with Sera includes him saying elvish phrases that translate, loosely, to Titan-esque things (more about that in a later post!)

The insight we get into Templar and Seeker magic. Notably, Cole remarks over and over how it's connecting to "that other thing" (Titan magic, presumably) that counters mages' Fade magic. (ex: "The lyrium helps, but their bodies always want to connect to… something older. Bigger than they are. That's why they block magic. They reach for that other thing, and magic has no room to come in.")

Every Vir Dirthara codex has something to do with either lyrium, slain Titans, or that "other" magic (coming from the Pillars of the Earth).

The lullaby found in the Deep Roads in Trespasser is actually an elven explanation of Solas's origin. (more on that in a later post!)

External Media:

Solas calls it HIS red lyrium idol in Tevinter Nights. When the Dread Wolf descends upon the Mortalitasi, he says "MY lyrium idol."

Solas speaks to the Eye of Kethisca, presumably made of lyrium, in Vows & Vengeance Episode 1. The Eye then stops singing.

There is more in this list than I have posted! Much of it requires other explanations and context, however, and would not fit neatly in this list.

What This Implies for Solas's Past and Present

Past:

I think Solas's origination as part of a Titan has HUGE implications for the entire elvhen empire.

I think all of the Evanuris did Lyrium Crimes™, and they can be identified when we look at their vallaslin (later post!)

I also believe that Dirthamen/Falon'Din were originally also split by Elgar'nan, and it is very possible that they are the same kind of "spirit" as Solas.

I think this has huge implications for his relationship with Mythal.

I think that if Solas shares his lyrium/Titan-based lineage with any elves (as possibly evidenced by the lyrium coffins in the Deep Roads), then his rebellion might take root in how many elvhen may not have asked to be born.

I don't think he had to absorb magic from Mythal to get his powers. If anything, he may have been getting those abilities back.

Present:

I think that the Titans may have been injured/sundered when Solas created the Veil, and that is why they forget how to wake up.

I think the Titans, therefore, are the Forgotten Ones.

I think Solas wants to tear down the Veil to wake the Titans.

BIIIIIGGGG Blight implications, seeing as red lyrium is the blood of blighted Titans.

I think, if Solas dies, he may be "returned to the Stone" in the same way we saw in the Descent DLC.

But ALSO? I think this has the potential to explain a LOT of the lore we've been questioning for the last 15 years. And that is why this post is scheduled to have 6 parts by the time I'm through.

Stay tuned. <3

Up Next: (Almost) Every Hint the Elvish Language Gave Us About Solas's Origin