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Lisa Lawrence’s Archetypes and Symbols List

Archetypes and Symbols


1. The Quest – This motif describes the search for someone or some talisman which, when found and brought back, will restore fertility to a wasted land, the desolation of which is mirrored by a leader’s illness and disability.

2. The Task – This refers to a possibly superhuman feat that must be accomplished in order to fulfill the ultimate goal.

3. The Journey – The journey sends the hero in search for some truth of information necessary to restore fertility, justice, and/or harmony to the kingdom. The journey includes the series of trials and tribulations the hero faces along the way. Usually the hero descends into a real or psychological hell and is forced to discover the blackest truths, quite often concerning his faults. Once the hero is at this lowest level, he must accept personal responsibility to return to the world of the living.

4. The Initiation – This situation refers to a moment, usually psychological, in which an individual comes into maturity. He or she gains a new awareness into the nature of circumstances and problems and understands his or her responsibility for trying to resolve the dilemma. Typically, a hero receives a calling, a message or signal that he or she must make sacrifices and become responsible for getting involved in the problem. Often a hero will deny and question the calling and ultimately, in the initiation, will accept responsibility.

5. The Ritual – Not to be confused with the initiation, the ritual refers to an organized ceremony that involves honored members of a given community and an Initiate. This situation officially brings the young man or woman into the realm of the community’s adult world.

6. The Fall – Not to be confused with the awareness in the initiation, this archetype describes a descent in action from a higher to a lower state of being, an experience which might involve defilement, moral imperfection, and/or loss of innocence. This fall is often accompanied by expulsion from a kind of paradise as penalty for disobedience and/or moral transgression.

7. Death and Rebirth – The most common of all situational archetypes, this motif grows out of the parallel between the cycle of nature and the cycle of life. It refers to those situations in which someone or something, concrete and/or metaphysical dies, yet is accompanied by some sign of birth or rebirth.

8. Nature vs. Mechanistic World – Expressed in its simplest form, this refers to situations which suggest that nature is good whereas the forces of technology are bad.

9. Battle Between Good and Evil – These situations pit obvious forces which represent good and evil against one another; typically, good ultimately triumphs over evil despite great odds.

10. The Unhealable Wound – This wound, physical or psychological, cannot be healed fully. This would also indicate a loss of innocence or purity. Often the wounds’ pain drives the sufferer to desperate measures of madness.

11. The Magic Weapon – Sometimes connected with the task, this refers to a skilled individual hero’s ability to use a piece of technology in order to combat evil, continue a journey, or to prove his or her identity as a chosen individual.

12. Father-Son Conflict – Tension often results from separation during childhood or from an external source when the individuals meet as men and where the mentor often has a higher place in the affections of the hero than the natural parent. Sometimes the conflict is resolved in atonement.

13. Innate Wisdom vs. Educated Stupidity – Some characters exhibit wisdom and understanding intuitively as opposed to those supposedly in charge.


1. Light vs. Darkness – Light usually suggests hope, renewal, OR intellectual illumination; darkness implies the unknown, ignorance, or despair.

2. Water vs. Desert – Because water is necessary to life and growth, it commonly appears as a birth or rebirth symbol. Water is used in baptism services, which solemnizes spiritual births. Similarly, the appearance of rain in a work of literature can suggest a character’s spiritual birth.

3. Heaven vs. Hell – Humanity has traditionally associated parts of the universe not accessible to it with the dwelling places of the primordial forces that govern its world. The skies and mountaintops house its gods; the bowels of the earth contain the diabolic forces that inhabit its universe.

4. Haven vs. Wilderness – Places of safety contrast sharply against the dangerous wilderness. Heroes are often sheltered for a time to regain health and resources.

5. Supernatural Intervention – The gods intervene on the side of the hero or sometimes against him.

6. Fire vs. Ice – Fire represents knowledge, light, life, and rebirth while ice like desert represents ignorance, darkness, sterility, and death.

7. Colors

A. Black (darkness) – chaos, mystery, the unknown, before existence, death, the unconscious, evil

B. Red – blood, sacrifice; violent passion, disorder, sunrise, birth, fire, emotion, wounds, death, sentiment, mother, Mars, the note C, anger, excitement, heat, physical stimulation

C. Green – hope, growth, envy, Earth, fertility, sensation, vegetation, death, water, nature, sympathy, adaptability, growth, Jupiter and Venus, the note G, envy

D. White (light) – purity, peace, innocence, goodness, Spirit, morality, creative force, the direction East, spiritual thought

E. Orange – fire, pride, ambition, egoism, Venus, the note D

F. Blue – clear sky, the day, the sea, height, depth, heaven, religious feeling, devotion, innocence, truth, spirituality, Jupiter, the note F, physical soothing and cooling

G. Violet – water, nostalgia, memory, advanced spirituality, Neptune, the note B

H. Gold – Majesty, sun, wealth, corn (life dependency), truth

I. Silver – Moon, wealth

8. Numbers:

A. Three – the Trinity (Father, Son, Holy Ghost); Mind, Body, Spirit, Birth, Life, Death

B. Four – Mankind (four limbs), four elements, four seasons

C. Six – devil, evil

D. Seven – Divinity (3) + Mankind (4) = relationship between man and God, seven deadly sins, seven days of week, seven days to create the world, seven stages of civilization, seven colors of the rainbow, seven gifts of Holy Spirit.

9. Shapes:

A. Oval – woman, passivity

B. Triangle – communication, between heaven and earth, fire, the number 3, trinity, aspiration, movement upward, return to origins, sight, light

C. Square – pluralism, earth, firmness, stability, construction, material solidity, the number four

D. Rectangle – the most rational, most secure

E. Cross – the Tree of life, axis of the world, struggle, martyrdom, orientation in space

F. Circle – Heaven, intellect, thought, sun, the number two, unity, perfection, eternity, oneness, celestial realm, hearing, sound

G. Spiral – the evolution of the universe, orbit, growth, deepening, cosmic motion, relationship between unity and multiplicity, macrocosm, breath, spirit, water

10. Nature:

A. Air – activity, creativity, breath, light, freedom (liberty), movement

B. Ascent – height, transcendence, inward journey, increasing intensity

C. Center – thought, unity, timelessness, spacelessness, paradise, creator, infinity,

D. Descent – unconscious, potentialities of being, animal nature

E. Duality – Yin-Yang, opposites, complements, positive-negative, male-female, life-death

F. Earth – passive, feminine, receptive, solid

G. Fire – the ability to transform, love, life, health, control, sun, God, passion, spiritual energy, regeneration

H. Lake – mystery, depth, unconscious

I. Crescent moon – change, transition

J. Mountain – height, mass, loftiness, center of the world, ambition, goals

K. Valley – depression, low-points, evil, unknown

L. Sun – Hero, son of Heaven, knowledge, the Divine eye, fire, life force, creative-guiding force, brightness, splendor, active awakening, healing, resurrection, ultimate wholeness

M. Water – passive, feminine

N. Rivers/Streams – life force, life cycle

O. Stars – guidance

P. Wind – Holy Spirit, life, messenger

Q. Ice/Snow – coldness, barrenness

R. Clouds/Mist – mystery, sacred

S. Rain – life giver

T. Steam – transformation to the Holy Spirit

U. Cave – feminine

V. Lightning – intuition, inspiration

W. Tree – where we learn, tree of life, tree of knowledge

X. Forest – evil, lost, fear

11. Objects:

A. Feathers – lightness, speed

B. Shadow – our dark side, evil, devil

C. Masks – concealment

D. Boats/Rafts – safe passage

E. Bridge – change, transformation

F. Right hand – rectitude, correctness

G. Left hand – deviousness

H. Feet – stability, freedom

I. Skeleton – mortality

J. Heart – love, emotions

K. Hourglass – the passage of time


1. The Hero – In its simplest form, this character is the one ultimately who may fulfill a necessary task and who will restore fertility, harmony, and/or justice to a community. The hero character is the one who typically experiences an initiation, who goes the community’s ritual (s), et cetera. Often he or she will embody characteristics of YOUNG PERSON FROM THE PROVINCES, INITIATE, INNATE WISDOM, PUPIL, and SON.

2. Young Person from the Provinces – This hero is taken away as an infant or youth and raised by strangers. He or she later returns home as a stranger and able to recognize new problems and new solutions.

3. The Initiates – These are young heroes who, prior to the quest, must endure some training and ritual. They are usually innocent at this stage.

4. Mentors – These individuals serve as teachers or counselors to the initiates. Sometimes they work as role models and often serve as father or mother figure. They teach by example the skills necessary to survive the journey and quest.

5. Hunting Group of Companions – These loyal companions are willing to face any number of perils in order to be together.

6. Loyal Retainers – These individuals are like the noble sidekicks to the hero. Their duty is to protect the hero. Often the retainer reflects the hero’s nobility.

7. Friendly Beast –These animals assist the hero and reflect that nature is on the hero’s side.

8. The Devil Figure – This character represents evil incarnate. He or she may offer worldly goods, fame, or knowledge to the protagonist in exchange for possession of the soul or integrity. This figure’s main aim is to oppose the hero in his or her quest.

9. The Evil Figure with the Ultimately Good Heart – This redeemable devil figure (or servant to the devil figure) is saved by the hero’s nobility or good heart.

10. The Scapegoat – An animal or more usually a human whose death, often in a public ceremony, excuses some taint or sin that has been visited upon the community. This death often makes theme more powerful force to the hero.

11. The Outcast – This figure is banished from a community for some crime (real or imagined). The outcast is usually destined to become a wanderer.

12. The Earth Mother – This character is symbolic of fulfillment, abundance, and fertility; offers spiritual and emotional nourishment to those who she contacts; often depicted in earth colors, with large breasts and hips.

13. The Temptress – Characterized by sensuous beauty, she is one whose physical attraction may bring about the hero’s downfall.

14. The Platonic Ideal – This source of inspiration often is a physical and spiritual ideal for whom the hero has an intellectual rather than physical attraction.

15. The Unfaithful Wife – This woman, married to a man she sees as dull or distant, is attracted to a more virile or interesting man.

16. The Damsel in Distress – This vulnerable woman must be rescued by the hero. She also may be used as a trap, by an evil figure, to ensnare the hero.

17. The Star-Crossed Lovers – These two characters are engaged in a love affair that is fated to end in tragedy for one or both due to the disapproval of society, friends, family, or the gods.

18. The Creature of Nightmare – This monster, physical or abstract, is summoned from the deepest, darkest parts of the human psyche to threaten the lives of the hero/heroine. Often it is a perversion or desecration of the human body.


The following list of patterns comes from the book How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas C. Foster who teaches at the University of Michigan. If you are serious about literary analysis, then it is highly recommended that you buy this book. It goes into detail what is just briefly mentioned and is written in such a lively, witty voice that it does not read like a textbook at all! It will be well worth your time and effort to read it.

Ø  Trips tend to become quests to discover self.

Ø  Meals together tend to be acts of communion/community or isolation.

Ø  Ghosts, vampires, monsters, and nasty people and sometimes simply the antagonists are not about supernatural brew-ha-ha; they tend to depict some sort of exploitation.

Ø  There’s only one story. Look for allusions and archetypes.

Ø  Weather matters.

Ø  Violence and be both literal and figurative.

Ø  Symbols can be objects, images, events, and actions.

Ø  Sometimes a story is meant to change us, the readers, and through us change society.

Ø  Keep an eye out for Christ-figures.

Ø  Flying tends to represent freedom. What do you think falling represents?

Ø  Getting dunked or just sprinkled in something wet tends to be a baptism.

Ø  Geography tends to be a metaphor for the psyche.

Ø  Seasons tend to be traditional symbols.

Ø  Disabilities, Scars, and Deformities show character and theme.

Ø  Heart disease tends to represent problems with character and society.

Ø  So do illness and disease.

Ø  Read with your imagination.

Ø  Irony trumps everything!

Ø  Remember the difference between public and private symbols.

MLA Citation (7th Edition)

Lawrence, Lisa. “Archetypes and Symbols.” West Morris Central High School. West Morris Regional High School District, n.d. Web. 23 Jan. 2013. <…/Archetypesandsymbols.pdf>.

I once saw a space australia post that aliens would freak out about our current way to treat people with medicine, surgeries and stuff. Lets say, transplant an organ from a dead person into a not so healthy, still living person, but this is, in my eyes, pretty humane and we can ensure that everything is sterile and the patient will survive at this point in time.

Aliens could freak about it, I’m not saying they couldn’t do that, but they would really lose their minds when they found out about our medical history of treating patients. Lets say they ask a doctor about medical history or found earth shows about this topic and end up aghast and nauseated at what humans done to themselves in earlier times.

I’ve been listening a lot to Sawbones, a podcast about medical history, lately and boy howdy am I glad that the medical field isn’t a giant guessing game anymore and we can cure a lot of things, if not all, but at least the doctors now know what they’re doing for most things.

I’m not even talking about when we blamed a sickness on the supernatural, but when we would do stuff like trepanation or lobotomies. Or patent medicines, that weren’t patented at all, but cure alls that cured absolutely nothing and tobacco, alcohol and opium much like some pretty poisonous things, like mercury, arsenic and radiation, were also in this category.
There was also the four humors system, were humans thought that there were four fluids in your body that you had to keep in balance to be in perfect health, were most likely the trend to go to your local barber surgeon for bloodletting came from, you’d also go there to get your rotten teeth removed.
Or how we treated woman and mentally ill people in the past. Or dead humans that were used in medical cannibalism.

Medical history on earth would be the biggest horror story for aliens.

Then there are always humans who romanticize almost every part of history. I don’t get this at all, like we still have milk shakes and racism, why would anyone want to live in the 1950’s? And if you would go back even further down in history, health conditions and everything else would just get worse and worse. Aliens would be flabbergasted at this.


This is a soulmate story and completely different to what I usually write about. It took me forever to write but I actually like how it turned out. Let me know what you think and if you would like to read another part. Thank

Harry looked down to where it felt like he chopped his whole finger off and huffed when he found his skin flawless. Of course. Of course, it wasn’t him who hurt himself it was her. She was the clumsiest thing he ever met, he swears to-
He actually never met her. And maybe that was exactly why he was so huffy and grumpy all the time and got even more irritated when she didn’t watch where she was going.
She was his soulmate ans she took an awful lot of time to finally get to him. Even though Harry had to admit that he wasn’t too sure if he would be over the moon happy as everyone said he would be when he finally met her.
She was just an awful lot. She was happy when Harry was sad, and when Harry was happy, she was sad.
The fact that he felt her emotions just as strong as his own made him go insane, the doubled trouble too much for him at times. But sometimes it comforted him to know that she felt the same. That she felt him. He loved it when she would rub her own tummy when she felt him mopping around because he felt her rubs and it made him happy. And he loved to kiss over the parts she hurt on his self when he felt the burn on his skin because he knew it made it better for her.
Just how he did now. He kissed over his fingertip three times, a forth time when he still felt her pout.
Yes, he loved her with all his heart even though sometimes he felt like crying frustrated tears when she became too much for him to handle.
The only thing he didn’t love about her was that she took so awfully long to get to him. All his friends already found their other half while he searched for her everyday but she was nowhere to be found.
It didn’t help that she had a boyfriend either. Harry didn’t knew why she needed a boyfriend when she,(he’ll stop with the annoying stressing on ‘she’ now even though he felt the need to express that she wasn’t just any she), when she had him. It broke his heart over and over again when he felt her boyfriend kissing her because only Harry was supposed to do that. Harry didn’t understand why she needed a boyfriend when she sent an ‘I love you’ to Harry every night before she fell asleep.
When Harry told his mum that he was able to communicate with her her jaw dropped to the floor and she gushed about how special that was and while they already were soulmates they had an even more special connection than others. Harry believed it was just because it took so long and their souls craved each other so they had to find a way to overcome the distance.
While they were only able to communicate in the morning and at night it was enough because he had the time to tell her that he loved her and longed for her and needed her and so much more. But it still wasn’t enough because even though it was nice to hear her telling him how much she loved him every day he wanted to see her lips wrapping around the words before he wrapped his lips around hers. He wanted to be able to hold her and have her hold him and be with her. Even though he knew he had forever with her he needed forever to start as soon as possible.

Y/N was just as desperate to find him even though she had a boyfriend. She liked her boyfriend but didn’t love him because there was only one person she could ever love. But because she hasn’t found him yet she needed a distraction so the hole in her chest couldn’t grow any more and eventually swallow her whole.
She loved him so much already. So, so much. Even though she wouldn’t admit it she was dependent on him already, she lived for the ‘I love you’s he sent her and his kisses when she hurt herself.
Just like now, she felt the gentle pressure of his pillowy lips against her fingertip and just like every time it happened she just wanted to feel his lips against hers. She just wanted him here with her.
Harry felt her pain just like always. It didn’t matter if it was physical pain or emotional pain, he felt it. He closed his eyes with frustration but not because she annoyed him, no. Because he wished he could take that pain away from her. Make her forget she ever felt lonely.
He sent her a ‘Soon, my love.’, and hoped she heard him because somehow it was still morning even though it was 11:13.
'Soon isn’t soon enough.’ he received back and smiled softly in agreement.
'We’ll find each other. I promise.’ Oh, how he wished he could send her a hug as well.
“Promise to love me too?”
“More than anything.”

It was the longest conversation they ever had. Harry had a feeling it was because their connection grew stronger with each day. Maybe that meant they’ll meet each other soon?

When it happened nothing could have prepared Harry for the feeling he felt when their eyes met for the very first time. The whole world stopped and he saw nothing but her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Her eyes had the color of melted chocolate and Harry loved melted chocolate. Her lips were plump and full, their color reminded him of strawberries and when he thought about strawberries with melted chocolate he felt like he could cry.
When Y/N’s eyes landed on him it was like time stood still and nothing existed but him. And her. Together. His eyes had an ocean like color and Y/N loved the ocean. His lips were plump and perfectly shaped, their color reminded her of raspberries and when she thought about a day by the ocean with raspberries she felt like she could cry.
They pushed through the people who were in their way until they reached each other, both not looking away for a single second.
“My love.” Harry cried and reached out to touch her skin.
She closed her eyes when he touched her, overwhelmed by the love she felt for the man standing in front of her. The love radiating of of him.
Harry pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight hug. Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his shoulder a few times. She liked the way he smelled, like fresh laundry and a tad bit of perfume.
Harry loved the way she wrapped around him perfectly, she was made for him. Just for him, he knew it.
“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes and a new wave of love for her hit him when he saw her loving gaze.
“Y/N.” she told him.
“Y/N.” he repeated in awe.
“Beautiful. I’m Harry.”
“Harry.” she whispered and stroked over his cheek.
God, she loved him. Her eyes wandered over his face, trying to memorize every little detail. He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. Actually, handsome wasn’t the right adjective to describe him. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful seemed to fit better.
Harry watched her, how her eyes ran over his features. Under any other circumstances he would have felt uncomfortable if someone would have looked at him so intently but it was her and he loved the way she looked at him. He loved it because her eyes held love and adoration.
Harry was sure that she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was absolutely and completely perfect. And she was his. Well, not exactly…
Y/N watched with concern how the smile left his face and a frown took over his features.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked him gently and grabbed onto his hands, frowning herself when she felt his big rings which blocked her from feeling his fingers thread through hers, blocked her from feeling his skin against hers.
“Will you come home with me? So we can talk?” he questioned almost shyly, squeezing her hands so she knew he was alright.
“Of course.” she nodded without a hint of hesitation.
He might still be a stranger but she loved him and she had no worries about going home with him.

Once they arrived Harry made them both some tea,taking his time with the process. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor, how the happiness from earlier seemed to be completely gone and replaced with… frustration?
She also couldn’t help the horrible thought that took over her mind. Her worst nightmares of her soulmate not being happy with her. Not loving her. What if Harry had a completely different idea of his other half? What if she wasn’t enough for him?
“Y-You’re not happy that you met me, right?” she asked shakily.
Harry whirled around with shock, he felt like someone just punched him in the throat . She might as well have.
“What? Darling, no.” he shook his head vehemently and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“No, no, no.” he whimpered and kissed her forehead over and over again.
“Don’t ever think that. You hear me?”
“Then what’s going on? You seem like something is bothering you. Something about me.” she searched his eyes but found no answer.
It was crazy because now that she actually was with him she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore. At least not the way she did before.
“Yeah…” Harry admitted somewhat ashamed.
“Yeah? What is it?” she begged to know and almost lost her mind when Harry pulled away from her.
“It’s just… You have a boyfriend and… I don’t know what to do with that.”
She starred at him for a few moments. This time she was in shock. He knew that? And why did he think of it when she hasn’t thought about her boyfriend for a single second since she met Harry?
“How do you…” she trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence.
“I feel it. I feel it every time he kisses you because it breaks my heart. And I also feel it when you do… other things. Feels like someone rips my heart out then.”
“Harry… I’m sorry. But I’m sure you had a girlfriend before as well, so-”
“No, I haven’t.” he shook his head.
“You haven’t?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No. Why should I want a girlfriend who could never make me happy when the love of my life is waiting for me?”
“Harry…” she sighed.
“I mean I know that people have relationships before they meet their other half but I just never wanted that. I want to discover everything that comes with love with you and nobody else. I hoped my soulmate would feel the same.”
“Do you really think I love him?”
“I feel the butterflies whenever you look at him, love.” he smiled sadly.
“I like him. And he’s important to me. But that’s it. There’s only one person I will ever be able to love and that’s you.”
“But… but when you know that why do you need him?” he asked her.
“Because I’m lonely. I hate being on my own. I always hated that empty feeling in my chest and knowing that only one person on this whole planet could fill that empty space… I felt hopeless.”
He understood her, he did. But then again, he didn’t. Didn’t she know that he felt exactly the same? He felt empty and lonely but he knew that anyone who wasn’t her couldn’t take those feelings away from him.
What he really couldn’t understand was how she could catch feelings for her boyfriend. He always thought it wasn’t possible for someone to fall in love with anyone but their soulmate. And she was in love with her boyfriend even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“You love him.” Harry stated.
“Harry, I don’t. I love you. You.
“But you love him too.”
She sighed with frustration and walked over to where he was standing, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“He’s important to me but I don’t love him. I never could.”
She gave Harry a chance to prostest again but his mouth remained shut.
“Now can we please stop fighting about this? I never thought I’d fight with you the first time I meet you.”
Harry nodded and sighed, she was right.
“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too.” Harry mumbled and pulled her closer to him, flush against his chest with his arms around her waist.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his short curls, scratching lightly against his scalp because she knew how much Harry loved that. She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ears, smiling softly at the grateful hum she received.
She pulled back a bit to look at him, stroking his cheeks tenderly and admiring the way his eyes closed with the pleasure of having her here with him.
“Harry…” she whispered softly.
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes opened immediately, his nerves evident. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hasn’t thought about that yet. He never kissed someone before. What if he messes up completely? What if he’s so bad that she doesn’t want him anymore?
What if… he isn’t as good as her boyfriend?
“We d-don’t have to if that’s t-to fast for you. We can take it slow.” she stuttered.
“No! No, no, no. Of course I want to kiss you. But… it’s just… you’re my first. And I don’t want to mess up.” he shrugged shyly.
“Harry, you could never mess up. You kissed my forehead earlier, right? S'just the same only on the lips.”
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. He could do it, right?
He pulled her as close as he possibly could, one hand on the side of her face and the other one squeezing her waist. Y/N cupped his face in her own hands, stroking over his raspberry pink lips that she noticed immediately when her eyes landed on him for the first time earlier. They were soft to the touch and she could feel a light layer of chapstick.
And then she leaned in. First she rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she tilted her head to the side and captured his bottom lip between hers. The kiss was soft and loving, letting him get used to the feeling of being kissed before she fastened her lips to his again and let them linger, humming softly when she felt him kiss her back. With the next one she licked over his bottom lip with her tongue, motioning for him to open for her and he did, moaning when her tongue licked over his. She pressed a few more pecks against his lips before pulling back, chuckling softly when he whined at the loss.
He opened his eyes and saw her gentle smile that showed nothing but pure happiness. Her eyes were sparkling and he could see the love in them. This was just what he wanted. What he’s been waiting for all his life.
“Was I any good?” he asked sheepishly when he felt his cheeks heating up from her intense gaze.
“You were perfect. Best kiss I ever had.” she reassured him, pecking his lips again to prove her point.
“Love your kisses.” he admitted shyly.
Y/N didn’t think it could be possible for someone to be smoking hot but adorably cute at the same time. And he was her soulmate. How lucky was she?!
“I love kissing you.” she whispered before touching her lips to his again.
“Does it…” he started but shook his head, deciding against asking her the question that burnt on his tongue.
“What, hm?” she asked him and grabbed one of his hands to somehow make him feel more confident.
“Does it feel the same when you kiss your boyfriend?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He knew it when she sighed that he shouldn’t have asked. God, he was stupid.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
“It doesn’t. It doesn’t compare to this. Not at all. When I kiss you I feel butterflies and fireworks and tingles and like… like I’m on top of the world. I don’t feel that with my boyfriend.”
Harry nodded relieved, even though that was his first kiss he could make her feel like that. And no one else could, no matter how much practice they had.
He guided her mouth to his, kissing her this time. It was a warm peck that made Y/N shudder and Harry couldn’t help but press against her more due to that reaction.

They moved to Harry’s couch then, kissing and giggling and declaring their love to each other. They were so happy. So incredibly happy that they were sure their hearts were going to burst any second. It was perfect. So perfect that Harry was sure nothing could destroy this moment…
“Will you stay the night?” he asked her in a whisper, watching how she lifted her head from his chest, stroking a tot of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t, Harry.” she sighed sadly, biting her lips when she saw his face fall.
“I need to feed my cat and Matthew is probably already worried about me.” she explained, frowning when his face fell even more.
“Can’t you text him? He can feed your cat, no?”
“He doesn’t have a key to my apartment.”
Harry sighed defeated and turned his head to look at the ceiling.
“Harry…” Y/N sighed sadly and sat up to look at him.
“We’ll get breakfast tomorrow, yeah? You can come over tomorrow and I’ll prepare us some pancakes and smoothies and everything you love.”
“I just… I don’t want to go back to being without you.” Harry mumbled.
“I don’t either. But only for tonight okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded, his heart feeling heavy in his chest at the thought of her leaving him.
“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
He just wanted her to break up with her boyfriend and forget about him completely. Even though she reassured Harry over and over again that she only loved him, he didn’t like that boy one bit.
She nodded and smiled softly before Harry leaned up and kissed her lips again and again, so long until she really had to leave.
She gave him her number and countless kisses before she rushed out his door with an 'I love you!’.
Harry wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be. He always thought that once he met his other half everything would fall into place and finally make sense. That he would feel secure and safe but that wasn’t the case at all. He never felt so insecure before.
He felt her again when she was far enough away from him, felt her nerves and worries.
And he felt it when her boyfriend came over and she kissed him. He felt it more intense than before he met her and he hated it. Hated it that she still got butterflies in her tummy and leaned in for another kiss after she kissed Harry. How could she?
And he knew she didn’t talk to him because an hour later he could feel her having sex with her boyfriend. Making love to another man.
Cheating on him.
What was Harry supposed to do with that?

Big Girls Don’t Cry

Stiles/Derek, 1.3K words, Rated T, Domestic Fluff

Stiles groaned and flipped over, burying his face in the curve of Derek’s shoulder. “This is torture,” he whined, and he felt more than heard Derek’s rumble of agreement.

“Yeah,” he said drowsily.

“How can you be so calm? Our daughter is wailing.”

“I’m not exactly calm. It hurts my ears more than yours,” Derek said dryly, and Stiles rolled his eyes. There had to be a limit on the amount of times that he was allowed to use that excuse. “But the pediatrician suggested that we at least try it. Give it five minutes, we’ll see if she soothes herself.”

Stiles sighed and patted Derek’s chest hair idly, rubbing at his own dry, achy eyes. The past six months had simultaneously been the very best and the most difficult of his entire life. Laura had very kindly donated one of her eggs, Stiles had jerked it in a cup, and a lovely young woman, who was in need of tuition money for grad school, served as their surrogate. Stiles had never expected the conception of his offspring to be such a complicated process that involved so many doctors, but a year later, they were blessed with Mia. She had his eyes and Derek’s hair, and Stiles was pretty sure she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. She was perfect and wonderful and glorious and holy mother of god, so much work. Stiles had no idea how it was possible to be so exhausted and yet so deliriously happy at the same time.

“How long has it been?” he asked, and Derek grunted.

“90 seconds.” 

Stiles groaned again, squirming restlessly. “Torture, torture, torture.”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Derek said softly, easing himself out from underneath Stiles’ weight. “Be right back.”

Stiles rolled into the warm spot left by Derek’s body and closed his eyes, praying for the sweet relief of sleep. He dozed off, he was pretty sure, and sat bolt upright when he realized that Mia wasn’t crying anymore. How sad was it that he now jerked awake at the absence of sound?

He flopped over to look at the nightstand—it had been four minutes, Derek was still “in the bathroom,” and Mia had stopped crying. Hmm.

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Quick Review of the True Crime Books I read in 2016 (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Review of books in 2015)

Invisible Darkness by Stephen Williams: This is one of the most unsettling books I’ve read, and I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. Starting with the good, it’s a very complete and detailed account of the relationship between Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka and their crimes. It also offers a good insight into the very controversial legal agreement between Karla and the prosecution, that ended with her serving only ten years despite being an active and willing participant in the rape and murder of three girls. The third act of the book, dealing with this, was one of the better things in the novel, although I wish the actual trial had been covered more in depth. As for the bad… I thought the rape scenes were excessively and unnecesarily detailed, and I felt like the author enjoyed writing those disturbing passages a little too much. His narration is also very uneven, especially in the first part; while I liked his subtle sarcasm while describing the legal proceedings and Karla’s life, he also made some strange time jumps that made it a bit confusing to know when things are happening. There are so many private scenes that he couldn’t have possibly witnessed that he must have made them up, which made me question a little the credibility of the whole book. Finally, his obsession with Karla turns her into a fleshed out, complex character, but the opposite happens with Bernardo, who seems almost a caricature with no real insight. I still feel like I don’t know much about him other than he’s a narcissistic, sociopathic idiot. Bottomline: A good introduction to this case, if you have the stomach for it, but you’ll probably need to complement with other books later (Thank you @adeadlyinnocence for recommending me this book).

Conviction by Juan Martinez: Last year I read Picture Perfect, which is the better book to learn about Jodi Arias and Travis Alexander and how their story ended with her murdering him. This book was an interesting complement because I enjoy the details of trials and this one in particular was a very intense and eventful one. Juan Martinez, the man who prosecuted Arias, describes in detail his investigation and strategy to get a conviction, and he certainly doesn’t pretend to be humble when detailing his role in putting her behind bars. There’s no new information or revelations that I hadn’t seen everywhere else. He’s also extremely biased and portrays her as the worst of the worst, he even talks of her “dark soul” at some point. I have to say, I personally didn’t mind that because I can’t stand Jodi Arias, but if you’re looking for a more objective look into her, you should stay away from this.

True Crime Addict by James Renner: I already wrote about how bad this book about the disappearance of Maura Murray is here, but to summarize: don’t waste your time with this narcissistic, self infolved piece of sleazy reporting disguised as “journalism”. The author is insufferable and seems to think we care about his life while offering nothing new to the actual case of Maura.

Bringing Adam Home by Les Standiford: I can only describe this book as “correct” but is not really very engaging nor memorable, despite covering a very famous and horrible case. The kidnapping and murder of Adam Walsh in 1981 and the many years it took to be solved was one that shook the United States and started many changes. I feel like this book doesn’t quite manage to portray those changes, mostly because it decides to look away from Adam’s parents and their struggle and instead it focus on the story of the detective that eventually gave sufficient evidence for police to close the case naming Ottis Toole as the killer. Toole’s story is also described in some chapters but again, it seems to only give a superficial portrayal of him.

Imperfect Justice by Jeff Ashton: This book was written by one of the prosecutors in the Casey Anthony trial, so it’s important to keep in mind we are seeing only one side of the story, and he certainly doesn’t hold back in showing her as the most manipulative and lying person on Earth. That being said, it’s really hard to see how this woman was found not guilty. Ashton explains all the evidence they had in detail and it’s very compelling, and tells about all the things going on behind the scenes. He also can’t hide his contempt for the defense lawyer (he openly admits he dislikes him) and for the jury too, whom he clearly blames for the ultimate decision of the trial. My only issue with this book is that I didn’t see much introspection or real analysis into why they lost the case.

Perfect Murder, Perfect Town by Lawrence Schiller: It’s so hard to find an unbiased analysis of JonBenet Ramsey’s murder, because so many people who’ve written about it have been “part of the investigation”, which makes it a big no no for me because we know that investigation was far from stellar, for many reasons that aren’t just the fault of the police. This book is hardly perfect (see what I did there?) but it’s a decent start to the case, because it details the investigation and the many inside shenanigans, the Ramsey’s version, the complicated dealings with the prosecution’s office and why they refused to charge the Ramsey’s, and also how the press covered the case. It doesn’t really give much perspective on other potential suspects and the title is misleading, since it suggests it will explore more the context of Boulder, the town where the murder happened, but I didn’t see much of that. I’d say this is an okay book to understand why this case went so wrong, but I don’t think it gives one convincing theory about what really happened.

Devil in the Darkness by JT Hunter: Israel Keyes is one of the most chilling and intriguing serial killers in recent times, not to mention there’s still a lot of mystery around him, so it’s a bit surprising he hasn’t been more deeply covered by other authors. This book is a decent attempt at it, and gives a good introduction into what kind of person he was before he started his crimes; not so much after. Because there are a lot of unconfirmed things in his story, including his victims, the book mostly dedicates time to his most infamous murder, the one of Samantha Koenig. The narration jumps back and forth between the time around that crime and Keyes’ past, with a lot of attention put into his relationship with the mother of his daughter, probably because she seemed to be one of the few people involved willing to talk to the author. I found this book a bit hard to follow at times, but I’d still recommend it if you’re interested in true crime.

The Cases that Haunt Us by John Douglas and Mark Olshaker: As you probably know, John Douglas is the guy that pretty much built the department of behavior analysis in the FBI and is one of the pioneers in profiling criminals. He makes sure to tell you that a hundred times in this book, because he can never flatter himself enough, although I get that the talk of his past experiences is important here to validate his opinions. This book covers famous unsolved or solved but controversial cases through America’s history (plus Jack the Ripper because who can resist) and in each one Douglas gives his point of view of the profile of the suspects, and whether or not they fit with the actual murderer. Lizzie Borden, the kidnapping of the Lindberg Baby, the Boston Strangler and the Black Dahlia are among the cases covered. I found his views in the JonBenet’s case particularly interesting because he got to be involved personally in it, and he got a lot of criticisim because he thought the Ramseys were innocent (and I have to say, strictly from a profiling point of view, I agree with his assessment). The book can get exhausting because the writing is very academical and not very fluid, but it’s also a good learning experience if you like investigations.

How He Fell in Love | Yoongi

Description: How each member falls in love with you, a unique story of how love begins. Yoongi and you fell in love, slowly and quietly, first you were connected by your passion for music, then both your passion for each other. 

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 2.1k

Series: Seokjin | Yoongi | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

A/N: I haven’t written anything in a while, so I’m a little rusty so please be easy on me TT. This is just a short series I’m planning while I’m working on some longer fics, hope you enjoy!

It really wasn’t anything special, no fireworks or spectacular sign of the Gods that indicated that you, in fact were the one. It was more of a subtle spark or two that flew when you said his name, the warmth that bloomed in his chest when you kept asking if he was really okay, when everyone but you and him believed he was. He fell in love with you, slowly and quietly, with your smile, your witty comebacks, your ability to lose your train of thought in any situation, but leave him speechless just the same, your laugh that made him laugh, even when he thought he couldn’t.

Yoongi wondered if had you felt it too. How he would swing by the restaurant you worked at between his busy schedules to leave you a tip. How he stayed back late just to get in a few words with you. How he smiled at you. How he stared at you. How he wanted you.

It became clear after time that you two were cut from the same cloth. Your first common thread was your love for music, both of you were passionate, as you had also had dreams of being a musician. It was actually when you had handed him the USB around your neck filled with your songs that you became anything more than just a random waitress. It was a random night when he happened to stop by a random restaurant, nothing really special about it. Yoongi actually admitted after your first year together that he had completely forgotten about your USB for the first week, only listening to it after randomly finding it in his bag while he was rummaging for his own USB. And with that, you both had a good laugh about fond memories. Anyways, back to the story.

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Measure of Beauty

Request: I saw you had requests open! Could you write either a Thor (if you don’t do him that’s ok) or a Bucky/seb x chubby or plus size reader? 

A/N: I’ll write any character, I just primarily get Buck/Seb or Tom Holland requests, SOOOOO let’s go with Thor.

Tags: @ladydork, @yourgayonlinemom, @broken-pieces, @bubblyanarocks3, @yessy2012

The silence and solitude engulfing (Y/N) as she sat curled up on her couch covered in a blanket was pure agony. She hated the fact that the man who made her feel the most significant lived so far away; long distance was always something she thought she could handle until she was faced with the issue of her the man she loved ruling a completely different realm. Sure she was able to stomach the looks of lunacy she received when asked why she doesn’t date and even the occasional disbelief–she knew the truth and she knew the reality of her relationship with Thor–but what really set her off were the inconsiderate, unnecessary, degrading rumors.

(Y/N) had always been on the chubbier side as a child and rather than having support from friends or family regarding her weight, any comment she received was given with some underlying shade. There were the subtle hints: “that top looks great, but isn’t it a little tight?” The suggestions: “I’m going to the gym if you want to come!” The blatantly rude comments: “are you really going to eat all of that?” “You’ll be as big as a house!” And then, the helpful, ‘healthy’ hints: “don’t you want to look healthy?”

It had taken years for (Y/N) to even begin to feel confident in her skin and each comment just continues to bring up doubts about herself. She’d struggled in the past with binging or excessive dieting and exercise to appeal to societal standards of beauty but had eventually given up. The pain wasn’t worth conforming to society’s expectations. She knew she was healthy whether or not she was in shape. She knew she took care of herself as best as she could, if not better than the people who continued to try to live off less than a thousand calories a day, and she had gained a sense of confidence about herself and her body that she didn’t expect possible.

When Thor came along, he was exposed to this radiant, self-assured, incredible human being and had fallen for her perfection. He didn’t know the self-conscious teenager who refused to look in a mirror or the college student who put on the freshman fifteen and then tried to starve herself for months; he saw (Y/N): beautiful, happy, healthy, kind, sassy, and all together wonderful person. She had never intended to show him the other side of her: the ugly, self-pitying, wallowing mess of a person she used to be, but she had no choice.

(Y/N) tried to ignore the thoughts rushing through her head, but they demanded attention. She tried to rationalize, to tell herself all of the same calming and realistic explanation she goes through when faced with his level of self-consciousness and humiliation, but it failed. Her mind was continually brought back to the rude, uncaring, horrid people who targeted her that afternoon, teasing her about how no one could ever love her, that even ‘chubby chasers’ aren’t interested in the real thing rather just losing themselves in another layer of skin during sex. She wanted nothing more than to correct them, to tell them that she was deeply committed to a man who loved her for every part of her and who was a thousand times the man any of them could ever hope to be, but trying to explain her relationship was difficult enough when discussing it with the understanding people in her life without sounding like an idiot or a nut job.

Her desperation to save a little face lead to a continual, overly analytical evaluation of her life and her thoughts and conceptions about herself began to spiral. Was she worth it? Was there anything she could offer Thor? Why was he with her in the first place? Was their relationship based on pity? Did he ever truly care about her? As her mind flooded with more and more incriminating questions, there was a knock on her door. Hesitantly, she rose and opened the door to reveal Thor, dressed as though he were a lumberjack, glancing down at her in concern.

“Heimdal said you weren’t well, are you ill?” he quickly interrogated her as he pushed his way into her home.

“I’m fine,” she stated and closed the door behind him.

“You’ve been crying,” he observed.

“But I’m not now,” she stated, trying to sound strong and in control of her emotions.

“(Y/N),” he said softly while taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips against the top of her head. “You are a terrible liar.” She let out a sighed and swallowed hard, trying not to choke up as she attempted to speak.

“Do…do you love me?” she questioned and ducked her head to avoid eye contact.

“Yes, of course!” Thor smiled, his voice booming with pride. “Is this about me being away?” he quickly asked.

“No, it’s not that; I understand you have to be in Asgard right now, but–”

“Then what’s gotten you so upset, dove?” he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“How can you love me?” she asked in an exasperated tone. “Who’s to say that I’m not replaceable with some skinnier, prettier girl?”

“(Y/N),” Thor sighed as he pulled her closer to his chest. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Of course not,” she sighed, “because you’re too good to me and too good for me. You didn’t grow up hearing the stupid chants kids made to tease me about my weight, you don’t know about the torment other kids put on me because I was bigger because I never told you about my lifelong insecurities because you were too perfect to see them, but now I am. Why do you love me? No one else does nor can they fathom how any human could. My whole life I’ve been told I’m not worth the shit under my shoes so what makes me expect that I’m worth something to you?” Her voice was cracking through her anger at herself as Thor stood in front of her, his arms still tightly woven around (Y/N)’s body. making her feel small and helpless against his muscles.

“I’ve been examining the Earth and it’s inhabitants for ages, (Y/N) and I can tell you this about humanity: the concept of beauty changes and it’s not universal. Your dress size and measurements don’t matter to me. The contents of your heart, the values of your soul, and your genuinely good-willed nature are what really matters–not whether or not your thighs tough, if your hipbones or collarbones are visible, and certainly not if you have the flattest stomach. For me, (Y/N), you are perfect. You are the most amazing and most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on both physically and because of your character. Don’t fret any longer about any reservations regarding us. No one, large or small, could ever compare to the way you make me feel, and that is the true measure of your beauty.”

I Will Not Lose!

Words: 6290

Genre: Fluff (maybe a bit too much haha), Magic!Au

Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.  

Originally posted by bangts

Jeon Jungkook…

Sitting in the center of an intricate alchemy circle drawn with chalk - on the floor of Jungkook’s living room, you can only begin to question - how did this even happen?  

The mess had started with some sort of argument you had with him weeks ago. It was vague in your memory, only certain fragments were still intact.

“Y/N…She’s really beautiful isn’t she?” You overhear Jimin’s voice.

“Meh.” Jungkook answers with a shrug.

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Why do I love ‘Chetta so much? Well, I think that the main reason is that she represents what this fandom is. What I mean is that in the book Hugo said a very little about her, but we made her the most beautiful and powerful woman in the earth. She is just so kind, she’s perfect, lovely, funny, careful… and I think that she is what we want her to be, and this reflects how this fandom or family is.  

In conclusion: you are as amazing as Musichetta, and I’m so thankful I’m part of this family.

Pentagon to You being insecure.

Jinho: Shower you with gifts. the cutie cant help but get upset as well. He love you more than anything and to hear that you hate your body and your overall self will put him in a state where he will feel like it’s his fault somehow and to step it up as a bf. “You are so beautiful to me…when you say stuff like that about yourself it breaks my heart.”

Hui: more skinship than ever before. Reminds you every morning when you wake up how beautiful you look. “Good morning beautiful.” And whenever your doubting yourself, he will literally hold your waist and pull you close, with a serious expression while staring into your eyes and say “Hey. I mean it.”

Originally posted by shineuro

Hongseok:  "literally You are so damn beautiful. All I can see is you, I don’t want anyone else. I literally don’t get it?“ Still doesn’t get how a beautiful girl like you can feel anything else but beautiful. 

Originally posted by madtwn

 Yeo-one: Treats you like a damn queen. Never once makes you feel like you need to question whether or not he loves you. Public affection is very big with him as well, he will treat you like the most beautiful woman on earth. 

Originally posted by yaenan

Edawn: Doesn’t really know how to help, it hurts him to see you like that too. Gets frustrated with himself. "I’m sorry. I love you so much and I don’t know what to do. I’m in love with you, thats all I know. And I don’t want you to change anything about yourself. Not one bit.” 

Originally posted by jjaebs

Kino: “How come I can’t find these imperfections you so often say you have? You are more than perfect to me.” Tries to work it out with you, one day at a time. Very patient. Doesn’t ever get frustrated with you.

Originally posted by kinoed

Shinwon: doesnt know how to say the right words so he takes you out to eat and showers u with surprise dates. Real romantic, doesn’t even look at anyone else when your with him. Literally stares at you throughout the whole date as if you are his entire world while his heart is hurting inside. 

Yuto: man of tears. Another man to blame himself. Holds you and whispers sweet nothings while crying as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I love you so much, Please don’t think horrible things about yourself.”

Originally posted by yooneroos

Yanan: doesnt understand but still tries to help. “Who said you were imperfect??! Your the most perfect girl I know! Don’t listen to anyone. And stop idolizing those super skinny girls on tv. Your body is the best body for me.” Keeps trying to make you eat too.

 Wooseok: Always tries to cheer you up and make you laugh. Hes very talkative when making you smile but when there are times where you are crying because you are so insecure, he won’t say anything and will just pull you into his embrace. Just know even when he doesn’t have anything to say, he cares so much. He just knows when to be respectful and not be silly.

Originally posted by jungwooseok-ptg

anonymous asked:

any good/fun movies with hot girls u'd like to recommend to ur neighborhood bisexual? i jist finished jennifers body and idk what to watch next. im in a beautiful girl mood

im answering this late but its 3:38am so its the perfect time to list my favorite hot girls in movies lets go

all cheerleaders die is a hot girl fest + most of them are gay/bi so MUST SEE. emily blunt in edge of tomorrow is honestly the hottest a woman has ever looked. suffer the cruise for her. brit marling in EVERYTHING she’s in but most especially another earth. GEMMA ARTERTON IN THE BLOOD WATERFALL IN BYZANTIUM. evan rachel wood in across the universe holy shit. all 3 angels in BOTH charlie’s angels movies. rooney mara in everything, riley keough in everything. rosario dawson in general. isla fisher in bachelorette fucks me up. every woman on the roller derby team in whip it including kristen wiig but most especially drew barrymore. kim tae-ri in the handmaiden. sandra bullock in miss congeniality. i’m deeply in love with golshifteh farahani in paterson. and liv tyler in the lord of the rings is the reason i’m gay probably and i went as arwen for halloween one time as a small child. there’s so many. there’s so fuckin many

hanami305  asked:

Hey! good to see another x reader blog! Can I request Team Talon with a new agent who lost all family in war? and the agent doesn't trust anyone until they give love to him/her(or gender neutral) I love Reaper widow and sombra so much so I want to see they in love with someone. Love you and Thank you<3

Yes! Sure! Ow, love you too. Sorry this took so long, I had no idea how to focus this but this morning I had inspiration and now here it is! (At 2 am but shhh) I hope you like it. I tried to do it as gender neutral as possible.


The war brought many things to the world’s population. It brought tension. It brought desperation. It brought misfortune. It brought fear. It brought pain. It brought death. But you hadn’t been lucky enough to receive the last of its gifts. Instead, you had to see with your own dry and unbelievable eyes how your own family perished because of the conflict brought upon humanity. One moment you were being hustled to run, to escape, with your parents right behind you, and another moment an explosion propelled your body through the air. The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was their burned and disfigured bodies.

It took time to recover from your injuries, and you had to undergo a heavy rehabilitation. But finally, you were physically recuperated. Your mind was never going to recover from this.

And then, there were those guys from Overwatch, preaching their success in war. You felt your blood coil just by thinking of those hypocrites. They hadn’t lost everything like you had, they couldn’t understand your pain. They hadn’t stopped the cruel fate of your family. They hadn’t stopped the pain of your heart, and they called themselves heroes? Heroes were supposed to save everyone.

You tried to go on with your life, as the doctors said. Other bunch of insensitive bastards that didn’t understand you, and only wanted you out of their hospital to have another free bed because they had already taken from your recovery their stupid pride.

You studied and trained, learning everything you could about anatomy, about people, about medicines, about any kind of weapon be it a knife or the most complicated short of gun. About how to kill with everything you had at your disposal.

You found a way to continue living with a new motto: do not confide in anyone. Everyone would abandon you once they got what they wanted from you, so it was better not to let anyone near you. You created walls around yourself, separating yourself from the rest of people. And, some time after you became quite excellent in your field, Talon found you.

It had been a few weeks since you became an agent for this organization and you soon outstood as a very fierce and cold-blooded person. Your choice of weapons was a simple metallic thread and an electric bludgeon since you preferred to stay close to your victims and watch them suffer. They took everything from you and didn’t even bother to help you. They left you to fend for yourself, alone in this miserable world. Well, it was time for paycheck.

There was a curious agent in Talon who you had met more than a couple of times since your arrival, whether it be in the training facilities or in the battlefield, that you felt comfortable with: Widowmaker. She was the most gracious assassin on the Earth, you were sure. But it wasn’t only her techniques that brought her to your attention. It was the way she looked when she succeeded in a kill, satisfied and smiling, with a noticeable sparkle in her eyes. You could relate to that sensation: it was exhilarating to know you have been the cause of those bastards’ deaths. She was perfect in what she did, and it didn’t escape you that she was a very attractive and beautiful woman. And it didn’t escape your attention either the fact that you were attracted to her. It didn’t help that Widowmaker seemed to like you better than the other recruits.

There was a time, after a particularly tedious mission, when you had been revising your bludgeon to make sure it wasn’t scratched and she approached you. You were sat down on the floor of the training room so you had to raise your head to look her in the eyes, sparkling gold orbs seemingly seeing into your very soul. You felt a bit intimidated, to be honest.

“Do you need something?”

You were wary of her intentions, more than any other’s because she was in front of you, at the door, eyeing you in silence with her sniper riffle. Her only response was to look somewhere at the corridor before entering your room and sitting next to you, showing you her sniper riffle.

“I heard you are quite able to fix weapons.”

And that was the beginning of a tentative friendship or something similar. It developed slowly from your part, but step by step you started to become more comfortable with her presence from time to time. When she was not asking you to have a look at her sniper riffle even though you knew she was an expert in the weapon’s maintenance, she accompanied you at lunchtime and some days she even watched you train and gave a piece or two of advice.

At the beginning, you saw it as a suspicious behaviour and you kept your distance as well as a small syringe of VX*, but with time you started to develop a kind of pseudo-trust in Widowmaker. At least you didn’t wear the VX syringe on because of her anymore.

It was a bit surprising for you when Widowmaker requested you in group missions for the first time, but you worked efficiently and flawlessly. Every objective you were signaled fell by your hands. Until it didn’t.

You were in a solo mission. The objective had been a high ranked politician from a who-knows-where country, and while you were able to complete it, now you found yourself in a dark room, weaponless, and tied to the ceiling by metal shackles. You completed your mission but they caught you.

They asked you for information. ‘Who are you?’ ‘Who do you work for?’ ‘Answer me, you crazy, maniacal piece of shit!’ They also tortured you. Used your own weapons against you, left you hanging for days without food or water, bleeding and semiconscious. You were sure you were a mess but you wouldn’t talk. You were not going to talk. You just laughed. You laughed because you knew your time was coming to an end. Finally, you would be reunited with your family.

After some days, you weren’t sure how many, silence welcomed you into the world of the living. It was not strange since the room you were in was soundproof. Your captors had informed you of it, a smile upon their lips. Poor idiots thought you wanted to ask for help. You knew you were alone, that Talon wasn’t coming to rescue you. And it was alright. The only thing you would regret is not being able to see Widowmaker’s sparkling eyes once more.

The door opened. You raised your head already picturing the smug smile of those retardeds handling with their repugnant hands your bludgeon and your thread. Instead, sparkling, golden eyes met yours.

“Wh-What are you doing here?”, you succeeded to say with your croaked voice.

Her steps resounded in the otherwise silent room, bringing her to a halt in front of you. In silence, the French assassin took the shackles off your wrists and supported your weakened body. Then, with you in her arms, she walked away from there. Bodies were littered on the floor, your captors dead and, now that you paid attention, your weapons secured at Widowmaker’s hip. Your strength disappeared half-way and you fell unconscious but, for the first time in years, you felt safe.

You woke up in an unknown place. It was not your bedroom nor was it the confinement room. The memories of your rescue came to you. Oh. So, this must be Widowmaker’s house.


A bowl of hot soup made its appearance before your eyes and, much to your embarrassment, your stomach protested, loudly demanding food. You carefully sat on the bed, and the bed sheet fell to your waist showing you your bandaged body. You made eye-contact with the assassin in silent gratitude and took the bowl between your hands. Your arm shook violently making it impossible to eat anything and, before you could react, Widowmaker took the spoon from your weak fingers and helped you eat. She blew to make the soup less hot and fed you until you were satisfied. She took the bowl and disappeared, presumably to the kitchen, before coming back a few minutes later.

“You must rest.”

Not letting you protest Widowmaker made you lay back down, accommodating the pillows behind your head and covering you once again with the bed sheet. It felt as if your chest was going to burst from the overwhelming feelings that were arising inside you. Before she could walk away, you took her wrist, or more precisely tried to. The movement of your arm stopped her and her eyes met your own desperate ones. Something you didn’t recognize shone inside her eyes just for a moment before her expression softened. She sat down on the opposite side of the bed and leaned to brush her lips sweetly with yours. Your pulse quickened before you relaxed and closed your eyes, feeling your cheeks blush through your pale skin. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was her whispering voice telling you fondly:

“I’m here.”

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The war brought many things to the world’s population. It brought tension. It brought desperation. It brought misfortune. It brought fear. It brought pain. It brought death. But you hadn’t been lucky enough to receive the last of its gifts. Instead, you had to see with your own dry and unbelievable eyes how your own family perished because of the conflict brought upon humanity. One moment you were being hustled to run, to escape, with your parents right behind you, and another moment an explosion propelled your body through the air. The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was their burned and disfigured bodies.

It took time to recover from your injuries, and you had to undergo a heavy rehabilitation. But finally, you were physically recuperated. Your mind was never going to recover from this.

And then, there were those guys from Overwatch, preaching their success in war. You felt your blood coil just by thinking of those hypocrites. They hadn’t lost everything like you had, they couldn’t understand your pain. They hadn’t stopped the cruel fate of your family. They hadn’t stopped the pain of your heart, and they called themselves heroes? Heroes were supposed to save everyone.

You tried to go on with your life, as the doctors said. Other bunch of insensitive bastards that didn’t understand you, and only wanted you out of their hospital to have another free bed because they had already taken from your recovery their stupid pride.

You were relocated to a foreign country where your mother’s relatives lived. The language was different but you knew it because your mother often spoke with you in it before the ‘accident’.

Time crawled slowly for the first months. You kept yourself hidden inside your room. Your injuries, while healed, left you a psychological reminder of your past and haunted you restlessly. Your relatives’ worry translated to a visit to a friend of them that assured you that he could help you. He happened to be a member of a secret organization that wanted to find good recruits. You were subjected to multiple different tests that measured your abilities, both physical and mental. It resulted you had a great hand with machines. Ironic.

You were recruited into the organization called Talon and trained exhaustingly but it was all worth it. In the end, you were given a special suit that protected you from very strong attacks while you could electrocute your enemies. With it you were also able to manipulate and destroy machines by touching them, including omnics. It was quite handy.

Talon helped you in a way, but you still became and hermit and a very skeptical person. You were most of your free time either training outside or reading. You rarely ate with anyone and preferred to stay outside the facilities, away from the pressuring atmosphere that gathered inside.

One day you were outside eating, as always, when a figure sat next to you with another tray of food. You turned your head to see who it was and found yourself with the smirk® of Talon’s hacker Sombra.

“Guessed you could do with a bit of company!”

You were instantly suspicious. Why was she here? What did she want from you? This woman was an incredible hacker and a very intelligent person. You had to be careful with her.

She seemed to take your silence the good way, because the next thing she answered made you even more suspicious.

“Oh, don’t you worry cariño*, I’m only here to have a little chat with a fellow agent.”

“I see. What did you want to ‘chat’ about?”

“Well, first, what’s your name? I’m Sombra.”

“I’m Y/N.”

You kept eating after that, barely talking more than a few affirmative and negative monosyllables to Sombra’s questions that appeared from time to time. All in all, she said some funny things and lunchtime felt better than it had felt since you joined Talon. When you both finished your trays, you were struck by how much you still wanted to listen to the hacker’s ramblings. You had to remind yourself that you were there to work, not to make friends.

Sombra was the first to get up, taking the two trays in one hand and extending the other one to you to help you stand up too. You accompanied her to her temporary room inside the facilities and, after declining her invitation to go in, walked to your own temporary room and entered it.

That became your routine, strangely. Come morning you would exit your room, have a quick breakfast and stay inside the practise room until lunchtime, when Sombra would magically appear at the door claiming she’d been waiting for hours for you to come out. The two of you would take you lunch trays and go out to sit and eat together while Sombra spoke of everything she thought of. You would end up stating a comment or two. After eating, she would bring you to her room and insist and try to coach you into going inside but you always excused yourself and went to your room to wait till the practise room was once again free to use it until dinner time and to the lunch routine to repeat itself.

Days became weeks and before you knew it, a month had passed. One of those days, after Sombra had gone away with agents Widowmaker and Reaper to a mission in Russia, you were assigned to another mission. It consisted on infiltrating inside the Ukrainian military base and to kill a colonel with a very huge influence that had been against the Petras Act those years ago and that lately had been putting Talon’s interests stalled. You, along with three other agents got to the military base safely and easily found the colonel. It had been a bit trickier to kill him, but in the end, none of your team had resulted gravely injured.

When you arrived once again at Talon’s headquarters it was to the worried, frenetic form of Sombra. You arrived just after lunchtime and didn’t see her in your usual place. So, after grabbing some sandwich you decided to check on her. Thus, you ended in front of her closed door. With a deep breath, you knocked on the door. There were some seconds of absolute silence and suddenly the door was opened and you were hastily grabbed and put into the room. The next thing you were knowledgeable of were Sombra’s hands registering your face and your head and every part of your body while muttering Spanish so fast you hardly could distinguish her noises as words.

“¿Se puede saber en dónde te metes? Un par de días que estoy fuera y me vienes con un labio partido, moratones y ¿es esto un esguince?”*

“Sombra, I’m fine. Really, relax.”

“No, I’m not going to relax. You could have been more gravely injured. You need to be careful on your missions, ¿me oíste?”*

And then, just to surprise you more than you already were due to her fretting behaviour and worried state, she kissed you. It was a long, more or less chaste kiss. Her hands cradled your face with infinite care and her eyes were closed. After the initial shock, you also closed yours and kissed her back, taking her hands in yours with delicacy and letting her take the breath out of you.

*Cariño: It means ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’.

*Sombra’s muttering: “Can you tell me, where were you? I’m out two days and you’re already with a split lip, bruises and, is this a sprain?

*¿me oíste?: It means “Did you hear me?


The war brought many things to the world’s population. It brought tension. It brought desperation. It brought misfortune. It brought fear. It brought pain. It brought death. But you hadn’t been lucky enough to receive the last of its gifts. Instead, you had to see with your own dry and unbelievable eyes how your own family perished because of the conflict brought upon humanity. One moment you were being hustled to run, to escape, with your parents right behind you, and another moment an explosion propelled your body through the air. The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was their burned and disfigured bodies.

It took time to recover from your injuries, and you had to undergo a heavy rehabilitation. But finally, you were physically recuperated. Your mind was never going to recover from this.

And then, there were those guys from Overwatch, preaching their success in war. You felt your blood coil just by thinking of those hypocrites. They hadn’t lost everything like you had, they couldn’t understand your pain. They hadn’t stopped the cruel fate of your family. They hadn’t stopped the pain of your heart, and they called themselves heroes? Heroes were supposed to save everyone.

You tried to go on with your life, as the doctors said. Other bunch of insensitive bastards that didn’t understand you, and only wanted you out of their hospital to have another free bed because they had already taken from your recovery their stupid pride.

You found a temporary job at a bar near a police station as a waiter. It was there that you heard of the explosion of the Overwatch Swiss base and the organization’s apparent disbandment. You had to keep yourself from smiling with glee at those news. The stupid agents of Overwatch hadn’t lifted a finger to help your city, and consequently your family, to survive the omnic war, so it was only fair that they disband.

Your life kept its course without any major event and, half a year after you started working at the bar, you were fired. Well, not exactly fired, but the owner had decided it was a good time to close the bar and open another in another country. Thus, you were given some more money and a pat on the back, and then, you were left alone again.

You tried to find another job but the month’s end was coming nearer each day and you had not enough money to pay rent. You needed a job urgently or you’d be tossed to the street. And, it was one of those late afternoons in which you had been coming back from a job interview that it happened. You noticed a person had been following you since a few blocks ago. You didn’t live far from where you were, so you quickened your pace in hopes that you could reach the portal’s door sooner rather than later. The person’s steps also hurried and fear consumed you. The person was following you. You started to run but the person caught you effortlessly. You tried your best to kick them and to free yourself but other people came out of nowhere with guns and masks. You stilled in your captor’s hold, which loosened the moment you stopped.

“Calm yourself. We’re here because we are interested in your ‘special abilities’ and would like you to talk with us for a moment.”

Your face paled. These guys knew you were a dangerous person. You were a killer since the day your family was murdered by the omnics. You killed every omnic you crossed and to the present day no one had survived nor told the authorities about you. The reason you joined their organization, Talon, was because they threatened you with telling the authorities. Fucking bastards.

But they were right. You were a good killer. Your jobs were a bit on the messy side but you assured the organization that those you killed didn’t come back. Even so, you were a very reserved kind of person. You kept yourself within the space of the flat Talon gave you through your salary and only went out in missions when told to. You never interacted with the other agents, and many of the missions you were called for were solo missions.

There was one mission, though, that you were called for that involved working with the agent called Reaper. You’d seen him from time to time at base when either of you went to report and you knew he was the scary type. Anyway, work was work, so you waited for him on the hangar of the base next to the plane you had to use to reach the mission’s location. When Reaper finally made his appearance he barely acknowledged your presence. You didn’t mind it too much. You were as thrilled to go on a paired mission as him.

The trip was short and silent. The sound of the files’ sheets was the only thing that made sound in the cabin. You eyed the objective. It seemed to be a group of omnics and governmental public figures that were in the way of Talon. Discreetly you eyed your mission’s partner. More specifically his body language. He seemed calm if not a bit upset yet, but there was nothing that indicated any other major emotional state.

When the plane landed and Reaper and you got off the vehicle, you two made your way to the governmental building where a reunion was going to take place in half an hour between the objectives. It was only going to be a single opportunity to end them all. You breathed deeply and rested your hand on your knife which was attached to your belt with a small gun on the other hip. Reaper signaled you to position yourself on the side closest to the big crystal wall that acted as a window.

“I will enter through the main door and after the first round of shots you will enter through the window. The crystal will be shattered by then. Understood? Don’t make my job more complicated.”

“Yes, understood. I’m not retarded, you know?”

You swore you could feel his eyes boring into your back with dark, murdering intentions but you ignored him. After twenty minutes from the reunion’s starting hour, shots were heard inside the room. You had already prepared the equipment to jump once the first rain of bullets passed. The moment Reaper stopped shooting you jumped aided by a pulley and a harness connected with a tight metal rope entering the room. There were apparently only corpses on the floor but to make sure you cut them in half and destroyed the omnics to pieces. You were unknown to this but while to did it your lips formed a very happy smile. Reaper didn’t miss it, though.

How to get in was easy but how to get out supposed to be more difficult. Guards were shooting at the both of you as you run for the exit and killed as many people as you found in your way, also using others as shields.

“Run faster, you moron!”

“Shut up, fucking mummy!”

“What did you call me?!”

“You heard me! Down!”

Seconds after you shouted, you threw your knife directly into a security guard’s throat, barely missing Reaper’s head in the way, and cut the guard’s head when you retrieved your knife. It was not an intelligent move. You exposed your back to the other guards and if it hadn’t been for Reaper grabbing your arm and putting you out the way of the bullets you were damn sure you’d be dead.

Once you were once again inside the plane and returning to the base, you noticed Reaper was limping.

“Are you okay? Were you shot?”

He just groaned as he sat down, not really answering you but confirming your suspicions. You walked over to the first-aid kit and sat down next to him. He turned his masked face to you. You kept you face serious and high not giving any hint of your nervousness at being stared by this creature. Reaper sighed then, muttering something unintelligible and arranged his left leg to show you the hole the bullet made when it tore through his flesh. But it was strange. It was as if his body tried to reattach itself even with the bullet inside. You took a deep breath and shook your head, leaving these thoughts for other time.

“Okay. This will hurt.”

If it hurt to Reaper, he didn’t show it. He was silent for most of the procedure of taking the bullet from his body and only left out a cold, dry laugh when you bandaged his leg.

Three months passed by before you came across Reaper again. Well, you crossed him in the halls of the base more often after your mission together, and both of you acknowledged each other every time. It could have been nothing if not for the fact that Reaper never acknowledged someone he didn’t like or respected.

But the second time you two talked was surprisingly in the practice room of Talon base. He appeared at the door just when you were about to exit. Both of you were silent for a solid minute before he cleared his throat. You waited for him to talk, then. It seemed like he was doubting between two options. You came closer.

“Something’s the matter?”

Your voice shook him out of his stupor. With his back straight and his masked face looming over you, he extended a hand to you. You were completely confused by this. What was he planning?

“There’s a mission in Palestine. One Talon agent had disappeared before completing her mission. Here’s the file.”

You took the file with both hands but didn’t look at it. Your stare was intently on Reaper’s mask. A few seconds later, you smiled brightly.

You couldn’t see his face, but he also smiled in response. Instead, he moved aside to let you go prepare yourself for what was going to be a long mission. If he also tucked a rebel strand of your long hair behind your ear once inside your plane, neither of your commented on it.

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Draco Malfoy X Reader: Back Off

Summary: Draco comes to visit the reader, but her sister has other plans

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 791

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Request:  Hi!could you do a DracoxReader fan fic?where Draco visits y/n and her sister that is 13 or so gets into that ‘I love her more back off’ and they start trying to get y/n’s attention but after a while maybe her sister’s crush comes and talks to her after she says that boys are gross and starts talking with him and leaves and then Draco cuddles with y/n and it’s really fluffy? Thank you very much!💕

Requested by Anonymous

A.N.- (S/n)= Sister’s name

Originally posted by fairylightsmalfoy

(S/n) sat on (Y/n)’s bed watching her frantically run around. Cleaning her room, picking out an outfit, cleaning the rest of the house. When she finally stopped to take a breath, she looked at the clock, it was twenty minutes before Draco would arrive at the house. She then began getting ready for her boyfriend’s arrival. It was the first time that Draco would be over to the house, and (Y/n) was anxious about what her family would think of him. Whilst she ran about the house, she missed the frown that tugged at her sister’s lips. When Draco arrived, (Y/n)’s parents were impressed, he was dressed nicely, he addressed them formally, and was very polite. (Y/n) thought all was going well until Draco tried to talk to (S/n). She grew very angry at him, yelling in his face before storming off to her room. (Y/n)’s parents watched her leave with worry painted on their faces, while (Y/n) took off after her. She entered (S/n)’s room, beyond furious, she looked at her sister, ready to give her hell because Draco did nothing to deserve the treatment he got, when she saw it. Tears were streaming down (S/n)’s face, her body wracked with silent sobs. (Y/n) sat on the bed beside her, pulling her into her arms.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“He’s taking you away from me”
“Yes, I loved you first he doesn’t deserve you”
“He will never take me away from you. We’re sisters, no matter what we’ll always find our way back to each other”
“Promise. Now, I think you need to apologize to Draco for what you said, it was uncalled for”
“No way! But I want to talk to him”
“Alright, let’s get back out there”
(S/n) followed (Y/n) back out to the living room, where Draco and (Y/n)’s parents were seated. (Y/n) sat next to Draco, while (S/n) stood and glared at him. (Y/n) was about to say something, but Draco beat her to it,
“I can see your wheels turning, do you have a question to ask me?”
“Back off”
“Back off! (Y/n) is my sister. I love her more than you ever will!”
“You’re right, you love her, but it’s a different kind of love that you have for her than I have for her”
“How so?”
“When I look at your sister I see the most beautiful, perfect, woman that could have ever graced the Earth. What do you see when you look at her?”
“My big sister, the one that’s always been there for me, my biggest role model”
“Two very different perspectives?”
“So how can you gauge who loves your sister more?”
“Fair enough, but it doesn’t mean that I have to like you”
Draco opened his mouth to answer, but he was cut off by the doorbell. (S/n) all but ran to the door, with a smile on her face. Draco looked to (Y/n) confused. 
“Her ‘boyfriend’ is coming over”
“She really likes him, but they’re friends”
(S/n) walked back to the room with one of her classmates trailing behind her. They were laughing about something, but then decided to watch a movie, (Y/n) moved to the kitchen, soon the scent of popcorn filled the air. Draco went into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around (Y/n)’s waist. (Y/n) leaned into his touch, giving a content sigh. The moment was ruined when they heard someone clear their throat,
“Get your hands off my sister!”
Draco slowly stepped away, sighing. (S/n) smirked evilly at him, before returning to the living room. (Y/n) walked into the living room with the popcorn, putting the bowl on (S/n)’s lap. The boy reached over to grab some, tossing a kernel up into the air and catching it. (S/n) looked at him,
“You shouldn’t play with your food”
He proceeded to throw some of the popcorn at her, causing her to start laughing and return fire. The fight ended with (S/n) pinned, being mercilessly tickled. She put her hand over his mouth, attempting to push him away, when he licked her palm. (S/n) immediately retracted her hand, crying out.
“Eww! Boys are so gross!”
Draco and (Y/n) watched the scene in front of them smiling, they decided to leave the two alone, retreating to (Y/n)’s room. They lay on the bed, (Y/n)’s head on Draco’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He began to play with the ends of her hair, the house was peaceful, and only laughter could be heard.

At some point in your life, you will meet a girl who will make you see every other girl in a different light or not at all. You’ll meet a girl that will speak volumes of the parts of the world that interest her most, her eyes will light up and set fireworks off in the most dormant areas of your existence. She’ll make you question every small detail of everything you’ve ever known, you’ll see her curiosity get the better of her too often and you’ll marvel at the scrambled mess that is her thoughts. You will meet a girl so careful and fragile that when she is told things she didn’t want to hear, like glass her confidence will shatter into immeasurable tiny pieces that you will sweep up and put back together piece by piece no matter how long it takes. But she will repay your kindness by bringing out sides of you that you hadn’t even imagined existing, she will make new passions burn deep into your core, making you feel things that you’ve never felt before. This is the girl so insecure that even you, who has seen every inch of her body, will cause her to shield her identity in the mornings when she is bare without make up and preparation but you both will be able to hear your heart shatter because when the morning sun slips through the blinds and catches her eye you will realise just how lucky you are to have the most beautiful woman on this earth right in front of you. Don’t you fucking think about letting go of your miracle that breathes. No matter how intimidated you are by her perfection, no matter how much you tremble when the sun light catches her in a way that makes your heart melt, you do not even let the thought of letting her go cross your mind. You’re so used to dominance but she makes you vulnerable and weak, do not let your ego beat you and walk away. Because if you walk away you’re not a saint, you’re not a hero. You would be a coward. There’s no excusing giving up a once in a lifetime girl, because surprisingly enough she won’t come back. She’s aware of what she’s worth and she will not wait around for an indecisive mess. Be vigilant and certain. Sweep her off her feet and create the most amazing memories together that will be talked about long after you’re both gone.
—  her touch feels like immortality
I Can't Believe I'm-No, We're Doing This (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

NSFW! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY MATURE! (I’m not gonna judge you 13 year olds who want some of Cisco.) Christ my future jobs are gonna find this. And this isn’t even good smut, it’s the first time I’ve posted smut. Damn me and my sexual frustration. I hope you all are satisfied.

“Stop teasing him (Y/N). All the low tops and short skirts are driving that man crazy.” Barry laughed, shaking his head.

I giggled, glancing at Cisco from the left side of the cortex. He tried to hide that he was staring, but failed, quite badly.

“I’m not even wearing anything that bad Barry. Just a tank top and leggings.” I said innocently, flicking my gaze back to Cisco’s flustered form.

“Leggings two sizes too small, and a tank top that literally has everything hanging out. Class, not sass (Y/N).”

Caitlin walked to stand next to us, a tray of samples in her hand. Her comment had me in a fit of giggles,
Nearly knocking myself over. Suddenly, a thought came to my head.

“If I stole him away for maybe 20-30 minutes, do you guys promise to try and not find us.” I whispered, my grin widening at their nods. Barry nodded at me, before dragging Caitlin away.
I ruffled my hair, getting quite giddy at the prospects.

Alright, I’ve only done this a few times, so I was still rusty. But hey, I can be sexy if I want too. And if my boyfriend didn’t find me sexy, we were gonna have a problem.

I walked towards the computers, leaning my body against the back so I was looking down at Cisco. The rail just presented my boobs even more.

“Ciscoooo.” I sang, watching with a loving smile as he flicked his eyes up and caught my figure.

“You sing like that again and I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand.”

My heart sped at his words, watching as he began to rub his temples in an attempt to concentrate. So loyal to his work, one of the many more reasons to love him.

My inner self was practically drooling at what he said, wanting him to have at it right now, not caring about who saw. I had to calm myself, clearing my throat to catch his attention. His looked at me again, practically daring me to try anything.

“Ciscoooo please don’t ignore me.” I purred, letting the notes role off of my tongue. I was shocked when he stood out of his chair suddenly, walking around the computers to grab my hand.

“I warned you.” He said, dragging me out of the cortex. As we left, I caught sight of Barry throwing a thumbs up.

As we entered the hallway, he slammed me against the wall, the lust dancing in his eyes as he scanned my body hungrily. This side of him drove me wild. The silly side had basically just jumped into a bush to watch as the more hungry side too over. He leaned forward slowly, just to tease me more.

“Did you seriously do all of that this week just to rile me up?” He asked, the more inquisitive voice of his returning. I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a grin. He shook his head, grinning, before finally slamming his lips to mine.

This was not other kiss he’d ever given. This was lust filled, hungry, and powerful. And I sure as hell wanted to know what else he could do. I moaned softly into the contact, trying to press my body further up against his. His movements were calculated, precise, like he knew every trigger that would make me lose it.

The slight grinding, the growling, the hand placement. It was as if he just watched me, trying to see what would get a reaction from me. Damn, was he right about it all.

After five minutes of just pulling at the rubber band that connected our two primal instincts, waiting for it to snap, I pulled back.

“Let’s go back to your lab.” I suggested with a whisper. The smile that appeared on his face clearly indicated his thoughts.

“Lead the way Princess.”

I slipped out from underneath him, sprinting down the hallway towards his office. I heard his footsteps following close behind, and the feeling of excitement that was building in my core was insane. The less rational side of me wanted him to fuck me senseless in the hallway, but we both knew that was a horrible idea.

Just as I stepped through his door, I felt him run in, slamming the door. Before I could turn around, he had his arms around his waist, and he sat me hungrily down on one of his tables. He just swiped stuff off of the desk, letting it crash to the floor.

“So when Harry does it, you get ticked. But when it’s me, you don’t care?” I teased, tangling one of my hands in his hair.

“If it means I can do this every time, I will break every object in this room.”

I giggled, bringing his head back to mine, pressing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and along his jaw. When I got to his ear, I bit down gently, causing his to moan my name quietly.

He started tugging at my shirt, and I finally allowed him to pull it off. Nothing too fancy, just a soft pink bra laid under my shirt. Suddenly, my head traveled to my imperfections, leaving Cisco alone with my shell.

“Princess?” He asked, recognizing the look in my eyes. He used to get this way, judging the many things that made up him. He hated that point in his life, and to see his girlfriend’s expression hold the same sadness, it crushed him.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” He said finally, pulling the my head into his hands. I snapped out of my gaze, finally falling back to earth.

“Stop it. I know that gaze anywhere. Judgment. Regret. Just stop. Everything about you is absolutely perfect. No one can tell you otherwise.” He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my side, in a calming gesture.

“You are the most incredibly perfect woman I have ever met, and I should say something. I’m the guy about to make you scream my name.”

The loving grin that followed after almost immediately had my spirits lifted. I just giggled, shaking my head before bringing myself back close to him.

(Christ on a Bike, it’s my first smut. End me.)

The feeling of soft, yet calloused hands making there way into the hem of the leggings I wore, catching on the edge of the underwear I currently had on caused me to hum in excitement. Cisco’s kisses gave me the extra boost, not wanting to wait much longer.

Go big or go home, I guess.

I suddenly kicked off my shoes, before pulling the leggings I had on swiftly off. I was now left in nothing but my bra and underwear, while Cisco, the little cheater, still had everything on. I grinned, moving to try and unbuckle his pants, but I was stopped by him literally bending me backwards until I laid flat against the desk.

He had my heart rate through the roof from his smile alone, but the feeling of something pressing to the space in between my legs had me breathless. Cisco moved his hand slowly, trying to make sure every inch of me was explored beneath his grasp.

I was putty in his hands, moaning his name increasingly more and more with each movement of his fingers that he made. I hadn’t even seen him unbuckle his belt, for my core had made my vision go hazy from the stimulation. Suddenly, he ripped my panties off of my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room.

“I can’t believe I’m- no, we’re doing this.” He whispered, laying against me. I felt a completely different appendage brush against my entrance, causing me to moan slightly.

“Dammit Cisco.” I mumbled, trying to slow my heart so I didn’t give myself a heart attack. I curled my hands into his t-shirt, smiling as I read the words ‘Han Shot First’. He just grinned, pressing himself further into me. My core was practically begging me to just slide down, that’s all it took to have him inside of me, but I waited.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, the smugness returning to his grin. His eyes were lust filled, but something else danced beneath the surface. Meant for only me. Complete and utter adoration. I rolled my eyes, sliding down on the table, feeling the tip of him enter me slightly.

I moaned again, stifling a laugh before commenting.

“Sorry if I tear any of your p-papers.”

Of course I was stuttering, this incredible man chose me, out of all the girls in central city, he chose me, and I was going to enjoy this.

“It’s not problem.” He mumbled, before fully sliding into me. The gasp that escaped my lips was audible, and I immediately found myself winding my fingers into Cisco’s hair.

He groaned softly, the vibrations of it fluttering through me. We locked eyes, before nodding to each other at the same time. In sync, like any good couple should be.

His pace was slow and deliberate, pushing me more and more towards my edge, before dragging me back at the last second. He was practically torturing me.

He tried to keep his moans at a minimum, but I had completely lost it. I was constantly begging him to go faster, screaming his name. He did say he would have me at that point, but not this slow. This was more loving that his original actions, but I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

At some point, he hit a specific area in me, causing my moan to be louder, and I tugged at his hair. The loud moan that escaped him had me feeling stupid at my forgetfulness. He had told me he was really into his hair being messed with. Especially pulling, and I think I would have to use that to my advantage.

I tugged, and he moaned again, this time, slamming into me faster. Way harder also.

Hell yeah, I found the trigger. Good job (Y/N), putting that brain to good use. Good use being fucking your boyfriend, but still.

I pulled harder, causing him to slam into me again. Oh hell yes. the moan that escaped my mouth was not as loud as his, as he became the one to beg.

“Oh my god (Y/N) why are you s-stoAHH”

Mid sentence, I tugged his hair, half giggling and half moaning as he slammed into me again.

“Trade. You keep up this pace, I’ll keep up mine.” I purred, pulling lightly at his hair. He nodded vigorously, before suddenly, he quickened. I didn’t even have time to adjust before I was a moaning, needy mess. I did keep up my end of the bargain, pulling at his hair with each thrust he took.

It didn’t take long for my core to tighten, and the urge to just let go was getting stronger and stronger. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep my boyfriend this close and carefree for as long as possible.

He locked eyes with me, and we both shared the same expression. We’re close.

I mumbled an 'I love you’ as I kissed him again, tugging as hard as I ever had at his hair. That’s when he lost it. He quickened again, throwing me over the edge almost instantly, following me not long behind. We stayed connected, trying to calm our tremoring bodies from our high.

Cisco pulled out softly, just gazing down at me.

“Thanks for the pick me up Princess.” He chuckled, gazing lovingly down at me. I pressed a kiss to his nose, suddenly feeling tired from the extremes we had both been at. I could see the weakness in Cisco’s eyes, but he was a lot more determined to stay awake than I.

“Can I sleep on your couch in here for a little bit?” I asked, gazing half lidded up at him. He nodded, finally getting off of me. He buckled up his pants one more, and picked me up bridal style from the table. I had no idea where my underwear went in the ordeal, but Cisco, being the amazing man he was, always kept spare clothes in the labs for me, in case I stayed on a late night with him.

I pulled the new pair of underwear on tiredly, along with a pair of sweatpants and one of Cisco’s meme shirts. I spread out on his couch, smiling sweetly as he laid a blanket across me.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back up to the cortex to try and get some work done, just come up if you need me.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I groggily smiled, nodding.

“That was fun. We should do it again some time.”

“Most definitely.”

Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK I DID IT! I WROTE SMUT! I HOPE YOU SINNERS ARE HAPPY! YOU THIRSTY CHILDREN! It was very artsy tbh, but I like I how I wrote it. Watch out 50 Shades Of Grey, I’m coming to kick your ass.
Sorry if this sucks guys, I wrote it on my iPod.

morleysfreckles  asked:

okay okay but a fic where bellarke decide to get a puppy but can't decide on a breed and when they end up at the pound, are torn between like two dogs pretty pls!!

Thanks to the Internet for the puns and thanks to @selflessbellamy for being her awesome self and helping without realizing it!

From Raven:

ur gettin a dog???

with bellamy????

u realize hes gonna make tons of stupid puns??? how r u gonna survive this??

Clarke rolls her eyes as she reads Raven’s texts.

To Raven:

thanks for being overdramatic!!!

yes we’re getting a dog and it’s awesome and we’re gonna be the most precious family in town!

From Raven:

u used to be fun

Clarke rolls her eyes again and doesn’t bother answering. She turns to Bellamy, sitting next to her on the couch, his laptop on his knees. He has been searching “everything you need to know when getting a dog”.

“Raven thinks you’re gonna be insufferable because you’ll make tons of bad puns.”

“She’s right… It’s gonna be ruff” he answers grinning.

“Ugh” she groans while nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck.

He laughs softly.

“You sure about this though?” he can’t help to ask, a little anxious.

She brings her head up again and looks at him in the eye.

“Of course Bell. It’s gonna be great” she smiles.

“Pawesome!” he answers and she punches him in the arm. “Stoop! Okay so where do we start?”

“I think we should go to the pound” Clarke says “that way we’ll be helping a poor dog.”

Bellamy stares at her for a moment then.

“What?” She asks, almost defensive.

“I think I’ve never been more in love with you” he manages to say before surging to kiss her.

She makes a short noise of surprise and she’s laughing into the kiss.

“You’re an idiot you know that?” she breathes when he starts kissing her jaw and neck.

“You told me that before” he smirks. “I still happened to made you fall in love with me.”

“Yeah yeah you’re puuuurfect.”

Bellamy stops as soon as the word comes out of her mouth.

“You’re the most perfect woman on Earth.” And he starts kissing her neck again.

She has to force herself to push him.

“Bellamy… If we want to do this, we gotta do it now. Before I change my mind.”

He gets up immediately and takes her hand, already running and forcing Clarke to follow awkwardly after him.

“Let’s not lose any more minute. Try to keep it in your pants woman.”

“You were the one kiss-attacking me!”

“To the car!”

Clarke just laughs at his ridiculousness.

In the car, while Bellamy is driving, she checks her messages again.

From Raven:


why r u not answering

did bellamy kill you with his puns

that’s it isnt it


To Raven:

u were right!!! im going mutts!!!

From Raven:

friendship over

When Clarke tells Bellamy the exchange he has to stop to kiss her again.


At the pound, the girl welcoming them is really nice and takes the time to give them some information on the dogs they have. She tells them that’ll be better for them to take a puppy, easier to raise etc etc, and when Clarke meets the eyes of one she can’t disagree. The girl explains that most of the dogs they have here had a pretty rough – Clarke and Bellamy exchange a look and try not to laugh out loud – time, some of the dogs were beaten, some were abandonned. It breaks both Bellamy and Clarke’s hearts to hear that and they know they made the right choice by coming there. Their instincts to protect everyone will be a good use.

The only problem is that Bellamy and Clarke can’t seem to agree on what kind of dog they want. Obviously they want a small dog because they don’t have a garden yet and the poor dog would be just unhappy in their appartment.

Clarke has found a little jack russell that she finds a-do-ra-ble! It’s a boy and he starts licking Clarke’s hand as soon as Clarke kneels down to pet her.

But Bellamy has only eyes for the small beagle. This one is a girl and her ears are falling a little bit, she has been rescued from a dog fight – her first and only one thankfully – but she still has a small scar on her tail.

The girl from the welcoming desk lets them argue over which puppy is the cutest and will be the best companion for their future life and kids.

“Bellamy Blake I’m divorcing you if we don’t take this adorable boy into our house right now!”

“We’re not even married Clarke! Mine is cuter and must be protected at all cost. She’s been in a fight!!”

“Your intention is noble but your opinion is wrong.” She takes her puppy in her arms then and levels the puppy’s eyes to Bellamy’s to try to move him.

Bellamy reciprocates by doing the same with his puppy and the picture of them two holding their puppies to face the other would make their friends roll their eyes and laugh their ass off.

Clarke and Bellamy though don’t realize how ridiculous they are.

After an hour or two – yes hour – the girl comes back to see them arms crossed each on one side of the room staring at each other.

“Err… Have you guys decide? We’re closing soon, so…”

They both share a look, uncross their arms and come closer to the girl. Bellamy takes Clarke’s hand in his own when they say in the same time:

“We’ll take both of them.”


They name the puppies Picasso and Cleo because they are nerds and they’re embracing it.

In the ride’s home, after getting everything they needed for the dogs (plural!!!), Bellamy and Clarke agree on some rules to keep the eventual mess to a minimum.

No dogs on the bed (both Picasso and Cleo end up in their bed this very night).

They have to take turns on the potty training (Bellamy finally does it because Clarke can’t stay mad at the puppies long enough for them to understand that it is not okay to piss on their cushions).

They also have to take turns on which one of them is supposed to feed the dogs (and after Bellamy forgets for the third time Clarke just decide to do it every morning before going to work).

But mainly their goal is to annoy their friends as quickly as possible. Bellamy bets they wouldn’t bear with their puns more than two weeks. Clarke has even less faith in their friends’ patience and bets one of them will throw shoes at them the next time they hang out.

It’s the sentence “Whatevfur we’re so happy with the puppies, it’s very diffurrent from the cat I had in high school, furtunately Bellamy is pawesome with them! We’re gonna keep them furever!” that do it.

Both Miller and Raven throw their shoes at the laughing mess Bellamy and Clarke form in this moment.

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If I Can’t Love Her-Beauty and the Beast {S.M}

imagine five from broadway series// imagine based off of the song If I Can’t Lover Her smash broadway musical, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast sung by Terrance Mann

author’s note// my last imagine literally got three notes i was so proud of it and now im de pressed ohH well, i guess my blog is dying !!! no one cares about my blog anymore !!! enjoy !!!!

broadway series masterlist || regular masterlist  

She would never love me. I was a monster, so I couldn’t blame her at all. She had reason to never want to be in love with me, or even have me be in love with her. I wouldn’t want to love me either, and I don’t. 

I was a womanizer, I was a man who cared little to none about the feeling of all the women that I used just to give me pleasure for just one night. I would go through them as if they were objects, until I was exposed, because I slept with the wrong woman who just so happened to be a reporter and knew connections to get the statements from other women I had slept with. My friends, and even the reporter, said the only way I could possibly redeem myself to the public and not be seen as the fuckboy of the celebrity world, was to find a girl and fall in love. Be seen in a serious relationship, and make sure it is known I am not just using her. 

But I can see why it would be so incredibly difficult to want to love me, so incredibly difficult to see me as less than a womanizing beast, because that is all I see myself as. 

“Shawn, I don’t know what game this is, but I am not buying into it.”  She had demanded, storming out of my apartment. 

“Please, I’m begging you.” I didn’t try and grabbing her wrist, or really trying to stop her. She worked for me, she was my personal planner. I had made her sign a year long contract, so she couldn’t quit. And ever since I was told to be on the lookout for a soulmate, I started noticing how perfect she was, for me especially. She laughed at all of the horribly punny jokes I made, and she even played along adding on to his terrible puns. He was really, really good at puns. 

“No! Don’t you think I have read the articles! Don’t you think I’ve read the what? Dozens of accounts of you screwing a woman sometimes even telling her you may love her! Just to never speak to her again? Shawn, I cannot do that. I am better than that.” He had tried to kiss her, that’s it. He didn’t plan on making a move of any sort, other than just kissing her. 

“Listen I’m… I have feelings and I just-” She cut him off with a ridiculous scoff. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Shawn. I know I work for you, but if you make one more move on me, I’ll have to take legal matters.”  She stormed out. 

She was the perfect woman. She was everything I wanted and more. And I hate to mention it, but she was perfect for the publicity aspect. She had a fairly basic job, she was a personal planner. She wasn’t a celebrity, she wasn’t a thin white chick. She was a fairly averagely sized latina woman. I thought she was stunning, of course, but she wasn’t what the media would call a “stunning supermodel” which everyone expected me to go for. But I saw her as the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth, and I didn’t care if the media only saw the breast size and waist size of a woman, other than the sparkle in her eye or the way her lips curve perfectly when she smiles. She was perfect to me, no girl in the world held a candle to her. Her long, flowing back hair, her deep brown eyes, the fact that she stood only a little shorter than me. Everything, down to her toes was perfect. 

Of course, I had options. My managers had set me up with five different fairly minor celebrities, some just being famous on Instagram for being beautiful and had their own RedBubble merch shops. I had met up with all of them, seeing if maybe the relationship could be a bit more than artificial, but I simply wasn’t interested in them, the girl who was setting up the dates lingered in the back of my mind, hanging over me in a perfect swinging pattern. My close friend Camila even offered to be the one I dated, if only for the publicity. She was a beautiful woman, and she was wonderful in every way… But she wasn’t the one I wanted. 

My friends tried their hardest to help me out, talking me up, inviting her to group get together’s so that we could all hang out. They did everything, from pep talks to group dates. It never worked… No matter what. 

I didn’t see the point of trying to find love if it wasn’t that girl… No, that woman didn’t love ,e. It’s as if no pain in the world could be deeper if she didn’t feel for me what he felt for her. No life could be cheaper if it wasn’t filled with the love of the one I felt I could love more than anyone. There was no point anymore to love. I had no spirit left for love, no hope left within me that I could ever find another that could compare to her. The only hope left was that maybe she would accept my love, maybe one day love me in return. But it was an unlikely wish, and it wasn’t to be. 

The media can see me as a fuckboy, they can see me as a man who cannot settle, but I don’t care. If I can’t love her, the world will just have to be done with me. 

author’s note// this be short but this be a thing i like. wow, a non-negative ???? thing at the end of my imagine?? woW maybe meredith’s mental health is getting BETTA !!!! win okay next imagine is a bullet point YAYAY

You're Perfect

Blind-paradise requested a cute Andy Imagine, and a cute Andy imagine she shall get. Also if you don’t mind, and if I’m taking too long to handle your requests you should try and ask pinksliverdawn1100 to do it for you, I’m sure she’d be happy to do it. :) Anyway, enough of my ramblings, let’s get to the Biersack Fluff :)


You were watching your favorite show, a show Andy knew was your favorite show, and you were into it. You’d had your eyes glued to the TV for the last three hours, and Andy was getting impatient, and wasn’t willing to share your attention with the TV much longer.

“Babe.” He said, poking your cheek. You looked at him, irritated, and he smirked, glad to get a reaction out of you.

“Babe.” He said, poking your cheek again.

You tried to ignore him as one of the most climactic scenes of the episode came on.

“Babe.” He said, laying his head in your lap and poking you cheek again.

“I’m busy.” You growled at him, putting a hand over his mouth.

“Bahb.” He said around your hand, poking you again. You could feel his lips curling into a smile beneath your hand.

“Andy, I will play with you in a minute,” You told him, pressing your hand harder over his mouth.

“Immalikyu.”He said, and then you felt his tongue on your palm.

“Andy!” You yelled, pulling your hand away from his face and wiping it on his arm.

“I love you.” He smiled up at you and chuckled as he reached up to play with your hair.

“I love you too.” You smiled down at him.

“I can see up your nose.” He laughed, poking your nose lightly.

“Andy!” You yelled, covering your nose.

“No, it’s cute.” He laughed, pulling your hand away against your will. “I’m going to bite you.” He said, nipping at your fingertips.

“You’re such a weirdo.” You laughed, covering your nose with your other hand.

“Stop that,” he laughed, grabbing your other hand. “I’m going to eat your hands if you don’t stop.” He told you and you laughed, turning your head away.

“Hey.” He said, tugging on your arms.

“What?” you asked, and he whined.

“Come on, look at me.” You looked at him and the pout that he’d been wearing turned into a grin.

“I love you.” He said, and you laughed.

“I love you too, you gazelle legged weirdo.”

“You know you love these gazelle legs.” He laughed, putting his leg up in the air and running his hand over it in a mock-enticing manner.

“I’ve never denied it.” You laughed, leaning down and kissing him.

“Good, because I love all of your awesome animal related qualities, you’re the most beautiful woman since forever.”

“You’re such a kiss up.” You laughed kissing him again, but he didn’t let you pull all the way up when you pulled away, just held your head a few inches away from his.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, not fighting his grip.

“I just want to stare at you for a while, is that a crime?” He asked, a smile tugging at his perfect pink lips.

“No, I was just curious,” You laughed, pecking his lips again. He just looked at you intently with love in his eyes that always made your stomach do little happy flips.

“It’s official.” He said out of the blue, making you laugh.


“You’re perfect.” He smiled at you, and you blushed.

“Shut up.” You told him, your smile widening.

“No, you shut up, because it’s true.“

"Whatever.” You laughed, trying to pull away, but he held you in place.

“Andy, let me up.”

“No,” he pouted.

“Andy.” You said sternly, but he just glared playfully.

“I’m not done taking in your beauty.” He grinned.

“Oh my gosh, just shut up.” You laughed, pulling away from him.

“Let’s go do something.” He said, reaching up to play with your hair again.

“Like what?” You asked, running your hands through his short locks.

“I don’t know, just something fun. Let’s just get away from here.”

“How far away?” You asked, and he smiled.

“Far far away, so no one can bother us.” He chuckled, and you just shook your head, laughing with him.

“Whatever you say, Andy.” You smiled, tracing the defined features of his face with your fingers lightly, but rather than getting up he just closed his eyes and hummed contently as you played with his hair and caressed his face.

“I meant it when I said you were perfect (Y/N).” He smiled, not opening his eyes.

“And I meant it when I said shut up.” You laughed, and he just shook his head, a big grin on his face.

“One day I’m going to get you to say that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, and when that day comes I will be the happiest man on earth, knowing that my girl is confident in herself.”

“You’re a real dreamer, Biersack.” You chuckled, and he just grinned, opening his bright blue eyes to pierce you directly with his loving gaze.

“They don’t call me The Prophet for nothing.”

It has been seen that bourgeois theoreticians profess a psycho-physiological subjectivism: ideas reflect not he object thought, but the mentality of the thinking subject. This mentality is a rather mysterious complex depending in part on external factors, but which, first of all, translates a certain essence: there is a black soul, a Jewish character, a yellow wisdom, a feminine sensitivity, a peasant common sense, etc. The nature of his essence defines the area of being that is accessible to each one. For this subjectivist philosophy is anti-intellectualist, too: this is a philosophy not of consciousness but of being. The ‘co-naissance,’ according to Claudel’s coined word, is communion; it falls under neither comprehension or reason. The man of the right scorns as 'simplistic’ the systemized knowledge that is communicated methodically and can be drawn from books. He only values the lived experience that singularly unites a subject and an object participating in the same substance. Therefore, among conscious individuals a hierarchy exists; those endowed with the highest 'vital nobility’ and a greater 'substantial wealth’ realize the most perfect communion with being. The masses, deprived of substance, are condemned to an animal slumber interrupted by hallucinations and delirious states. Individuals rooted in a substantial form, that is to say those accepting the bourgeois order, all have something legitimate to reveal: in their place and within their limits they grasp truths that escape the rationalist theoretician. The woman who bleeds and gives birth will have a deeper 'instinct’ of the things of life than the biologist. The peasant has a more accurate intuition of the earth than a licensed agronomist. The colonist listens with irony to the ethnographer’s theories: it is by beating a Negro that one truly learns to understand him. Spengler explains that this concrete form, race, cannot be grasped by the scientist who analyzes and weighs, but rather it is revealed to the man of breeding. […]

One will recognize in Spengler’s phraseology one of the right wing’s most cherished clishés. Maurras taught that a Jewish man would never be able to feel a verse written by Racine. Drieu la Rochelle in his novel Gilles denounced the 'modern’ side of the Jewish people whose rational thinking loses what is instinctive and complex in the world. A person without roots, a person lower in status would never be able to understand the class or the race upon which he forces himself. In Les déracinés by Barrès, Racadot, despite all his intelligence, is doomed to err because he has no roots, while the moronic Saint-Phlin, well-settled on the property of his ancestors, effortlessly moves about in the truth.Bourgeois parents readily convince themselves that their son, even if he is the dunce of the class, has a 'je ne sais quois’ that the most brilliant scholarship holder lacks.

—  Simone de Beauvoir, “Right-Wing Thought Today” from Political Writings, pp. 146-147