#//sorry for the delay!! feel free to continue if you wish

[mpxnoel]

❛ people often visit shrines to light candles for those they’ve lost. who are yours for? ❜

Noel could've sworn he saw kindness in her eyes.

"Forgiveness." She carried herself differently from other gods and goddesses he'd met. "Redemption." He wasn't one to be shy about his intentions, even if that seemed to surprise some. There was no reason to lie and there was something about her that eased his mind and his heart, at least for a moment. "Peace. For those that have no one to light up candles for them." Loss wasn't something unfamiliar to him, and neither was grief. Those two things were engraved so deep in his existence that he didn't remember a world without them.

"Mine are for those that departed alone and far too soon." His beliefs allowed a gentle path for death and pain and perhaps she'd understand. "There's too many lost souls that don't have anyone to remember them. The candles I light are for them because no one deserves to be forgotten even in death." The smile that formed on his lips was small, for grief was still grief, but at the very least, it held hope. "Well, most of them, anyway."

[mpxkaya]

❛ maybe i’ve always been more comfortable in chaos. ❜

old ask, pls don't send more of these~

Bartending was an interesting thing.

Kaya was never one to socialize with just anyone. Talking to people was overwhelming at best and anger inducing at worst, large crowds being the bane of her existence: they were too loud, the unpredictability of the noise too nerve wracking for her to handle, yet she was there. Working at a bar where customer service was a much needed thing.

This is different, though.

She felt in control.

"Chaos can be many things." She would know as chaos and destruction ran through her veins - a legacy that was forced on her upon birth. It was never a burden, but rather something that tasted of freedom and fresh rainwater, so she understood the beautiful brunette sitting at the counter. "It can be breathtaking and calming all at once for people like us."

[fairytaleendingss]

Room for One More?

Chapter 10

Summary: You finally end up spending some time alone with Remus.

CW: Coughing, Fever, Fainting, Description of sickness, Nightmares, Sirius being emotionally stunted.

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay on this one. I've been trying to branch out a bit with my writing over the last little bit to keep the inspiration going.

To be honest, I'm feeling a little lost with this story. I'm going to continue writing it, don't worry! But I really only properly planned up until the Christmas chapter, so if anyone has any ideas of what they'd like to see happen, feel free to send me a request!

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The door closed behind you with a loud thump. You leaned your head on it for a moment, panting to catch you breath.

It had been a particularly long day at work. Most of the staff were off sick due to a flu outbreak and it meant that all the more responsibility fell on you. On top of that, you'd felt extremely exhausted all day. You weren't sure if it was from being overworked or a lack of sleep or some twisted combination of the two but your limbs felt like lead and your eyes had kept falling shut from where they were fixated on the screen of your computer.

The walk up the stairs had been torture paired with the fatigue that was consuming your bones and you felt your legs ache as you entered the hall of your apartment.

"Are you alright?"

You jumped as a voice emerged from behind you and you swung around to see Remus seated on the couch with a book in hand.

"Jesus!" you shouted, clutching a hand to your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head, sniffling slightly. "No it's fine. I just... didn't expect you to be sitting there."

He chuckled dryly. "Right, well no one is home so I thought I'd make use of the living room for a bit."

"Right..."

James had left two days ago for some sort of 'team building' trip with his workmates and you supposed Sirius had a gig tonight with the band, leaving only you and Remus in the apartment. As happy as you were that you didn't have to interact with Sirius tonight (you were still upset with him and really didn't have the energy right now to put on a happy face), you sort of wished James was there to ease the tension. Things had been more amicable with Remus lately. His Christmas gift had helped to ease some of the animosity between you, but you were still far from friends. You barely talked outside of necessary pleasantries and you definitely never spent time alone together.

You cleared your throat awkwardly but it quickly morphed into a loud cough. Remus looked up from his book once more, his brows furrowed as he assessed you from across the room.

"That doesn't sound good. Are you feeling okay?"

You huffed out a breath, throwing your bag down on the kitchen counter and running a hand over your face.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired," you murmured awkwardly. "I think I'll have an early night."

Swiftly, you began moving across the room towards the bathroom.

"Okay but-"

You shut the door with a sigh before Remus was able to continue.

You leaned back against the bathroom door, feeling a drop of sweat trail from your hairline and down the side of your face. If you were being completely honest, you felt like shit. You were just too embarrassed to admit you felt like shit in front of Remus.

You took a deep breath and straightened up, hoping a shower would help you feel a little more like yourself.

You stripped off, shivering in the cool air of the bathroom and turned the shower nob. Then you stepped under the spray, letting the warm water wash over you as the room began to fill with steam.

You didn't know how long you stood under the water, letting it sooth your aching bones but once you stepped out, you noticed that the sky outside the bathroom window had grown dark.

Slowly you trudged from the bathroom to your bedroom at the end of the hallway, pulling on your comfiest pajamas. With the little energy you had left, you shuffled out into the living area in the hopes of finding some leftovers in the fridge to at eat for dinner before you went to bed and inevitably slept for the next 48 hours.

As you emerged from the hallway, you noticed that you had begun to feel substantially worse. You were shivering despite wearing your thickest woolen pajamas, but somehow you were sweating at the same time.

You were glad to see that Remus had retired to his bedroom for the evening, not wanting him to see you in such a pathetic state. Your legs felt like they had cinderblocks tied to them, every step taking an immense amount of your dwindling energy.

As you made your way through the room, you suddenly began to feel... odd. You're head felt heavy, your vision darkening around the edges.

You came to a halt beside the couch, blinking absently and taking a second to catch your breath but it didn't seem to help all that much. Then, without warning, everything went black.

--

"Y/n?..."

"...hey, can you hear me?"

There was a voice coming from somewhere above you but you couldn't quite place who's it was.

You blinked slowly, awareness returning to your foggy mind. As you vision cleared, the first thing you saw were Remus' concerned chocolate eyes boring down on you.

"Hey, are you okay? You with me now?"

It was then his full face came into frame. Looking around, you realised that you were lying on the floor beside the coffee table, your feet resting on a pile of couch cushions. Remus was on his knees beside you, leaning down with a hand resting gently on top of your head.

You mustered a nod, a wave of embarrassment rippling through you.

"Okay, that's good," he murmured kindly. "Did you hit your head?"

"I- um," you took stock of how you were feeling. You were uncomfortable and still vaguely dizzy. Your elbow was throbbing from where you must've hit it on the corner of the coffee table as you fell but other than that, you didn't seem to have injured yourself too badly.

"N-no. I don't think so."

Remus nodded, his brows pinching in thought as he scanned through the next steps in his head.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

He flashed a peace sign in your direction.

"Two."

"Good, that's good. Do you think you feel ready to sit up?"

"Y-yeah... I think so," you mumbled unsurely.

"Okay, I'll help you. Take your time," he responded in a voice more gentle than you'd ever heard him speak in - to you at least.

He shuffled around a little bit so he was rested at your hip and then with steady hands placed under your back, he helped you sit up. The room tilted as you came upright but not nearly as violently as it had before.

Then, Remus guided you so that you were leaning back against the edge of the couch. He sat back on his knees, observing your form and you let out a heavy sigh, shaking with embarrassment - or maybe that was from the fever.

"Sorry about all this," you mumbled, shutting your eyes in the hopes of blocking out Remus' devastatingly concerned facial expression.

"It's not your fault," he was quick to reassure. "Besides, I'm a med student. You've given me an opportunity to test my knowledge on something practical."

You knew he was joking but your cheeks flushed nonetheless.

"It's really fine," he stated sincerely, upon noticing the mortification written across your face. "I just want to make sure you're okay. Your fever is pretty high."

"It is?"

He chuckled half-heartedly. "Yes. I would recommend that next time you don't take a scorching hot shower when your temperature is already at 39 degrees."

You cringed. "So this whole fainting ordeal could've been avoided then?"

"In theory, yes."

You groaned and covered your face with your hand. "Well on that note, I think I'm just going to go to bed."

You moved to pull yourself up but Remus rushed to grasp your arms on the way.

"Woah, hey, let me help you. You shouldn't be moving around too much yet."

"Right, sorry," you uttered awkwardly.

"It's okay. Here," with gentle precision, Remus got to his feet and lifted your arm around his shoulders. With so little energy remaining, you weren't bothered to be self-conscious as you leaned your weight against him and the two of you hobbled down the hall into your room.

When he deposited you into your bed, you immediately curled up in the sheets, shutting your eyes.

However, they popped open once again when you felt something cool press against your forehead only moments later.

You looked up to see Remus retreating from your room after laying a cool towel across your feverish forehead. As you drifted off into a fitful sleep, your last thought was about how he'd never been in your room before. You wondered if you'd remembered to tidy it.

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You were running through a dark dense forest. Something was chasing you. You couldn't quite make out what it was but you knew it was angry.

You tried to move faster but as you ran, the forest grew wider and longer and darker. The branches were becoming thicker, they scratched your arms as you waded through the trees. You could hear the creature growling behind you. It was getting closer. You were panting and sweating, pushing yourself as fast as you could go but it felt as though the forest floor was covered in sand, your feet sinking into it every time they hit the ground.

You pushed on, carrying yourself forward, willing yourself to pick up the pace.

Then the ground dropped away completely. A cliff ledge had emerged in front of you and before you could stop yourself, you'd reached it.

Then you were falling.

--

You awoke with a start, gasping and panting for air. You were drenched in sweat, tangled up in your crumpled bed sheets. It was too hot, almost unbearably so. You thrashed around frantically for some semblance of relief.

It was at that moment, your door creaked open and a tentative Remus entered your room. He froze when he noticed you were awake and gaping at him with wide eyes.

"I just came in to check on you. How are you feeling?"

You went to respond but were overtaken with a slew of coughing that wracked through your body. Remus was at your side in an instant, a gentle hand placed on your back as you rode out the fit.

"I think it's time for some medicine," he mumbled under his breath, likely directed more towards himself than you.

It was then that you noticed the tray of items he'd placed on the table beside your bed. There was a bottle of water and an assortment of medicines as well as a thermometer which he picked up and proceeded to press into your ear.

You were so out of it, practically delirious with fever, that it took you a moment to realise how unusual this situation was. Remus - the same roommate who had been consistently cold and abrasive towards you in the months since you moved in - was now sitting at your bedside taking care of you while you were ill. It was completely unexpected, although you had to admit, not unwelcome. Something inside you stirred at the care he was showing you.

The pulled away, humming disapprovingly at the reading. You watched him with wide eyes as he busied himself reading medicine labels.

"Here, take these," he told you and dropped an assortment of pills into your hand. Then he uncapped the water bottle and handed it to you.

After you'd taken the medicine he gave you, he encouraged you to nestle back down under your covers and he pulled your duvet up to your chin.

"Try to get some sleep. Hopefully you'll feel better with a bit of rest," he told you.

He then turned, beginning to walk towards the doorway but you grabbed a hold of his wrist before he was able to leave.

"Remus," you muttered weakly, looking up at him with big, imploring eyes. Maybe it was the medicine or the fever, you weren't really sure, but an unwarranted confidence had begun to possess you.

He turned to look at you, his eyebrow raised in concern.

"Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?"

He paused for a moment, clearly surprised as he pondered the request. Then he looked back at you, taking in your pathetic form and he sighed, his shoulders relaxing.

"Okay. I can do that."

You wriggled over a little, patting the left side of your bed. Remus hesitantly took a seat on top of the covers, looking very out of place in your bedroom.

Subconsciously, you edged towards him, drawn into his body heat as you moved to a comfortable position.

Your eyes grew heavier as the effects of the medicine began to take hold. However, as sleep claimed you, a few last words rolled off your tongue before you could stop them.

"Why don't you like me Remus?"

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow as his gaze cast over your form.

"I mean, I try really hard to be your friend and I want us to be closer but you always treat me like you don't care. I don't know what I've done wrong."

Remus sighed heavily. "That's not true, Y/n. I do care about you. I just... I was worried that when you moved in, the dynamic with my friend group was going to change and I didn't know how to deal with it. But I'm sorry that I took it out on you. It was my issue, not yours and I should've been kinder. The truth is, I-"

He was cut short when you let out a congested snore beside him. He looked down to notice that your breathing had evened out and you'd drifted off into a semi-peaceful sleep, your warm head pressed up against his hip.

He couldn't suppress the fond smile that crossed his features at the sight. With a feather-light touch, he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

--

It was just past one in the morning when Sirius returned from a gig with his band at a Pub down the road.

It had been a good night. The crowd was energetic and they didn't mess up any of their set-list. It was a great show and he'd hung around afterwards for a couple of drinks and a bit of flirting with a few of the girls who'd been in the front of the crowd. However, despite the success of the evening, something felt like it was... missing somehow.

Even sitting across from an eager and curvaceous ginger, with a free beer in hand, his mind couldn't help but linger on... you. This was something that had happened more times then he cared to admit over the past few weeks.

To his own surprise, he'd turned down her advances in favour of heading home to your company. He hoped you'd still be awake as you sometimes were at this time on a Friday night. He expected to find you binge-watching Modern Family in the living room with a glass of wine in hand.

However, when he arrived back at the house, he was disappointed to find the space devoid of human life.

He took off his leather jacket and hung it on the rack by the door as his eyes scanned the empty living room. When he walked down the hallway, he was happy to see that there was a faint light coming from under your door.

He carefully pushed it open, not wanting to disturb you if you were writing. To his surprise, the sight he was met with was far from the one he expected.

There was Remus, sitting on your bed, reading a book in the soft glow of your bedside lamp while you were practically curled up in his lap, your breathing ragged as you slept.

Remus looked up to meet his friend's wide eyes as he observed the scene before him.

"Oh, hi. You're back earlier than expected."

Sirius blinked at him for a moment, trying to act nonchalant as he regained his bearings.

"Ah yeah. I guess I just wasn't feeling it tonight," then he gestured towards you. "Is she okay?"

Remus just nodded, sending his friend a soft smile. "Yeah. She's a little under the weather but seems to be a little better now."

He brushed a few fingers over your forehead, stroking some hair away from you eyes in the process as he got a gage of your temperature.

Sirius' heart clenched in a way he couldn't quite make sense of as he watched the moment unfold.

"She had a pretty high fever earlier," Remus explained. "But we managed to get it down."

"Ah, right," Sirius muttered, leaning against the doorframe. "Is... um, is there anything I can do? or..."

Remus gently shook his head. "Thanks for the offer but I think we'll be fine."

"Okay, well... I'll leave you to it then," Sirius stated with a tight-lipped smile.

"Okay, goodnight. Sleep well, Sirius."

"You too, Rem," He responded, closing the door behind him.

He let out a huff of air once he was out of earshot. There were a bunch of unexplainable feelings swirling inside of him. Was he jealous? No that wasn't it. It was something else. An odd sort of ache that lingered inside of him, a yearning for something that he couldn't quite place.

All he knew was that he didn't like it.

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[chosolar]

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈ what about us?

choso x fem!reader

situationship!choso first met you through yuji. you were yuji's partner for a project he had in college, so you were often at their place to work on it. choso, like the gentleman he is, often gave you rides back to your dorm.

situationship!choso spent one night with you and he couldn't get you out of his mind afterwards. even if you both did agree that it was just a one night stand, just a way of releasing stress that's been building up, but choso didn't want to be just a one time thing.

situationship!choso finally got the chance to talk to you one night when he found you outside the club he used to frequent. he gave you his jacket and gave you a ride home since he knows how sketchy people get. he only meant to check up on you the morning after but something inside him told him to continue the convo.

situationship!choso takes you out after you're done your classes. sometimes choso works mornings and sometimes evenings so whenever you two have free time together, he always takes advantage of it.

situationship!choso wants to always fall asleep on the phone with you. because technically he's not your boyfriend, he feels bad sleeping over so instead he settles on falling asleep when you're on a call.

situationship!choso has a hard time saying I love you. he's proven it with his actions and loyalty, but saying those 3 words is just something he holds back on.

situationship!choso overhears you defending him when you're on the phone with your friends. it's been a year since your relationship started with him and he had still yet to ask you out officially. your friends are annoyed with him and he deserves the heat, but he can't help but feel sorry for you who's defending him wholeheartedly.

situationship!choso can't commit. he doesn't know if it started because of his parents' tumultuous relationship or if it was his ex who fucked him over during their 3 year relationship, but he just can't seem to commit himself to anyone. he hates it. you deserve so much better than him.

situationship!choso loves you so much but he just can't bring himself to be in another relationship. he's not emotionally available enough to be able to communicate with you properly.

situationship!choso keeps delaying on breaking it with you but he can't. he doesn't know how to bring it up and he can't imagine how much he'd have fucked you over if he does break it off. he'll be basically just like his ex who wasted his time.

situationship!choso finally finds the courage to talk to you about how he's feeling. he was planning on doing it through text but that would've been disrespectful to you so he asked if you could come over to his place. he struggles at first to put forward the things he wanted to say, and with his mind all over the place, he just ends up blurting out that he wants to stop seeing you.

with the look you're giving him after he speaks, choso thinks it would've hurt a lot less if you stabbed him in the chest. he waits for an answer for you, he expects for you to get angry and yell at him or to just slap him in the face. you don't do anything though. you're still and silent, and that's what worries choso the most.

"listen it's-" choso starts to explain but you cut him off.

"was it something I did?"

"no of course not. you're perfect baby," choso sighs and pauses before he continues his train of though. "I'm not a good partner. I will be the shittiest boyfriend you'll ever have if we continue and you deserve someone so much better than me."

"then why can't we be together? why can't you be better for me?" you ask him and choso doesn't know how to answer. what's he supposed to say? regardless of his reply, you're going to wonder if you're enough.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I wish I could tell you." he whispers. as much as he loves you, he wishes he didn't start anything with you because he didn't expect to fall in love so hard. choso didn't think breaking this off would be so difficult for him.

you're quiet again and choso hates the silence because he can't tell what you're thinking. a few minutes pass until he looks at you when you speak up.

"well can't we just try?"

choso's speechless. he just can't wrap his head around the fact that you want to stay with him so badly that you'd willingly hurt yourself for him.

"I can't promise you that I'll be good." choso starts off, "I'm not the best at communicating and I have jealousy issues."

he looks at you before he continues.

"my family is dysfunctional and I don't go out often so you're probably the only person I'll hang out with."

"that's fine," you go to him and embrace him as he reciprocates the hug, happy to be around his arms again. "I'll be here for you."

situationship!choso spends weeks courting you. he's always waking excuses to see you, whether that's picking and dropping you off when you have classes, or he just so happens to be at your work while you're on your break.

situationship!choso is not afraid of showing affection for you when you're in public. he started greeting your friends whenever he saw them and slowly, their opinions of him started changing. it's not like they instantly think that he's the best man for you now, but they're glad that he's bettering himself for you.

situationship!choso introduces you to his family. he contemplated on doing so but even if he's not on the best terms with his parents, he wanted them to know that he's serious about you.

situationship!choso plans the cutest, most sweetest date to ask you out. he knows you deserve the best and that goes for making it official with you.

boyfriend!choso loves you to death. after only having the most exhausting and toxic relationships, being with you is a breath of fresh air for him. he wakes up and goes to sleep with you in mind. he works hard so that you can have a better future with him where you don't have to lift a finger.

boyfriend!choso is so clingy! you didn't expect it because of how awkward he was at first with him but as soon as he felt comfortable, he would be right by your side wherever you go. even if it's just to go to the kitchen or the washroom, you can bet he's right behind you.

boyfriend!choso still has some issues that he's working on. sometimes when you have a big fight, you have to beg him to ask what he's feeling because he's spent so many years holding it in that it's hard for him to vocalize. even if it does get frustrating sometimes, you don't hold it against him since you know how bad it used to be (baby steps!)

boyfriend!choso is the true definition of being a secret freak. everywhere, anytime, whatever position, as long as it's with you, choso is down.

boyfriend!choso sometimes stays awake after you pass out to take time to appreciate you. he's never felt a softer love than when he's with you, and he can't believe a person so patient and loving wanted to stay with him.

boyfriend!choso loves supporting you on any hobbies you have. whether it's gaming or something like crocheting, choso will ask you questions to try and connect with you through what you love.

boyfriend!choso is elated that he can sleep over anytime now. he's basically moved in with you and he's so glad that he doesn't have to sleep on the phone with you to feel like you're right beside him at night.

boyfriend!choso has gotten over his fear of saying I love you. it took him some time to say it back to you but you never rushed him, it was obvious that he loves you too. he just looks at your gentle smile and sighs that he couldn't say it. but on a random night, he drank a little too much and as you were taking care of him, "I love you" was all that he said. ever since then, choso has never had a problem telling you the 3 words you've been wanting to hear.

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wanted to flesh out the situationship but I've never been in one so I didn't know how to lmaooooo

not proofread ofc

[izvmimi]

cw: love as violence. body horror. yandere.

In another world, this would be romantic. 

A scheduled time, weekly, for your partner to hold you - for you to settle into the space between his legs, your back pressed to his chest and his hand gently rested on your belly.

In another world, the chin pressed against your shoulder is more comforting than it is now, the cheek pressed against yours reassuring, and the raspy, low voice doesn��t force a bone-deep chill down your spine. 

His hand would guide yours by the wrist with a loving grip, and you’d do something mundane and delightful such as painting. Light strokes would hit the canvas in pastel shades lit by sunlight, instead of blood dripping slowly and congealing on the ice cold floor in dark. You’d be listening to classical music or possibly pop, or rock or techno... anything, rather than have your eardrums pierced by the incessant pleading, turning later to incessant screams, partially muffled by a thick, blunted tongue, too big for a mouth now missing the majority of 32 teeth.

(You wonder if it hurts when they disintegrate down to the gum line, the broken crowns rattling until they eventually fall out.)

Shigaraki doesn’t give you anything more information or conversation during these moments, except orders, the tip of his chin pressed harshly into the soft of your shoulder, his forearm pressed tightly against your waist, forcing you in an iron grip close to him.

An embrace that feels just as much of a prison as the one that you sit in.

“Unravel it.”

Your hands shake but you obey because when you hesitate, when you show any type of emotion or resistance, he takes more pieces, and perhaps in some world, maybe taking more pieces would be a mercy. Perhaps, if the man who sits before you, quivering and unable to communicate his pain, the stumps where full limbs and fingers and toes once were, just disintegrated into nothing, this would not be such an awful, grueling process.

But something tells you, he would like to live still. You can see it in his eyes, cloudy from constant, unrelenting pain, swimming in tears. You wonder why Tomura allows him to keep both.

You swallow down a sob and take what remains of his left arm. 

Your ex-boyfriend is right handed. Something tells you if you preserve the right as long as you can, perhaps if one day he is free of this hell, he’ll thank you. 

Blood and pus seeps through the thick bandages and in another world, if you weren’t exhausted by adrenaline, you’d have thought of infection and how gross the direct contact to a constantly festering wound is, but all you can think of is how much this man must hate you, and how much it truly is your fault. 

You continue to unwrap carefully, your heart thumping in your chest. The man before you, in parts and pieces, doesn’t resist anymore even if he does still tremble, perhaps resigned to his fate, or perhaps simply missing the touch of a person who will not immediately make his body crumble. You delay this part and wonder if Tomura has recognized your small act of resistance, and you try to cry visibly, blinking back tears.

Shigaraki doesn’t care if he cries but he cares if you do.

The wafting smell is putrid, somehow even more so than when you came to this room, but you can barely smell it anymore. All you can sense is a metallic taste in your mouth, your saliva drying up like the desert.

You want to whisper ‘I’m sorry' but you can’t.

Tomura replaces your hand with his, all five fingers, and the screaming begins.

Your heart wrenches but it will continue and it’ll be worse if you cry, and it’s still worse when Tomura uses those same fingers (save for one) to grip the curve of your jaw and kiss you, jamming his tongue down your throat, telling you that he loves you and that he hates any man who has ever had the nerve to touch you before him.

It's how this ceremony ends, every time without fail.

And you wish in some twisted world that you were into this more, and that you were into this less, as your ex-lover loses more and more parts of himself and watches the man that is chipping at him peace by peace, making him rot and decay, act as though he is not a monster.

He hates that Tomura pretends that he’s capable of devoted and all encompassing love.

And the scariest part is that as he continues to fall apart, and you continue to come down here as a unit to destroy him.

He realizes through muddled thoughts and disembodied soul, that it is true.

Tomura Shigaraki perhaps does truly love you.

[realdrgold]

Some Thoughts About My Metamy AUs

So, I'm a very, very NEW Fanfic Writer, and apperently, a bloody good one. As much as I wanna put myself in my place I can't deny, I apperently write at least decent quality work. So, I wanted to put some thoughts I had out here, since this is where my Fanfic Journey started.

A Broken Heart is easily one of my most anticipated works and the one I've put off the longest on continuing, being my first ever fanfic, I want it to be as good as can be. I know where it's going to end, and I have an idea of the middle, but I'm just nervous to execute. As a whole however, it's wild how well-recieved a Broken Heart is. Genuinely thank you all for the support, originally, it was inspired by Unfamiliar and Unspoken, but has grown and developed into it's own thing that people seem to really like, and for that, the support is greatly appreciated, and I assure that despite the numerous delays, I do aim to finish it, there's still at least 18 more chaps to go however, so bear with me!

When I wrote Late Blooming Rose, it was intended to just be a small thing I wrote in-between, a break that has admittedly gone on longer than I intended, but that fic got well-recieved as well, not to the extent of Broken Heart, that's for sure, but it's still garnered a lot of love. A lot of it was written late at night at my Grandma's and it's just mindboggling how much people like it. If it's desired, I might return to it in some form, I do occasionally make short stories on it, as seen with the challenge weeks.

And that leaves with my latest, currently in development AU, "One True Wish." An Organic Metal Sonic AU... boy, what can I say about it? It's not out yet so info's gonna be minimal, but I'm sort of aiming with the type of tone the IDW Comics take with their stories. Something a bit... darker than what you'd expect from Sonic. Then again, that's not to say all my fics have been lighthearted, but some of the ideas of my Organic Metal Sonic AU is a bit dark, hence Amy being the light.

Sorry for the ramble, I just felt like I needed to get these thoughts out here, if you guys have anything you want to say to me, or anything you'd like to ask about my AU, or perhaps just want to share anything with me like opinions, please feel free to do so! I enjoy engagement!

See you all whenever I actually publish stuff!

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Admire

From this list, "I have always admired you" featuring Rolan and a half-elf wild magic sorcerer named Amelie. Mostly SFW.

"I have always admired you."

“I-I beg your pardon?” Amelie stuttered as she stared at Rolan. With his asshole master defeated, he was free. And soon Astarion will be too. Once Shadowheart checked her over, she rushed to Rolan, who was lamenting the state of his robes.

Then he saw her and said that.

“Your, erm, magical prowess is something to behold.” He was trying (and failing quite badly)not to smile. “As is your grace and your—”

“Please forgive the interruption,” Shadowheart said tersely. “But we need to get Halsin back to camp. He took a beating.”

Amelie’s golden gaze shifted from Rolan to the druid, who was leaning against Gale for support. “Rolan, I can return later if that’s alright, so we could continue our discussion?” Don’t be too eager. Who knows---he may just only be interested in my magic like Gale. Like most wizards are.

“Yes. It gives me time to clean up.” He laughed nervously. “All this horrific mess about. Can’t have that for you, my lady.”

“You don’t have to call me that.” She chastised softly, bowing her head in his direction. “Amelie…please.” I had to tell my companions the truth about me, but then it got out to everyone at the enclave and then at Last Light. And Rolan stopped calling me by my name. Always “my lady” or “her ladyship” or “that damned woman.” I much prefer the last one, of course.

“As you wish, my…Amelie.” His eyes widened. “I mean, you’re not my Amelie—”

“My friend, perhaps you can continue this rather adorable conversation later?” Gale said with a tight smile as his eyes darted towards the barely conscious Halsin. Oh dear, his knees…

With a “bye” that sounded more like a squeak, Amalie scurried back to her companions and Myrmidons and left.

Once they were gone, Rolan exhaled sharply and leaned on a railing for support. “Later. She will return later…”

***

When she did, in fact, return later, he was elated. He ushered her into a swirling purple portal in the shop. “This, my dear, is a private entrance to the master of tower’s residence. Ladies first.”

She could feel the heat from his hand as he barely touched her through her corset top and shawl. The heat is rising elsewhere too. Good gods. “Thank you.” That’s it?! Thank you?! You can do so much better, come on. Exiting the portal, the heat that began on her cheeks traveled towards her chest. “Oh wow, this is lovely.” The main living area for the tower’s master was impressive---high ceilings and windows allowing in much sunlight during the day but at night moonlight and candlelight illuminated the space.

He guided her to a large sofa. “Please, make yourself at home. Would you like some wine? Something to eat? I can—”

Oh my gods, he’s so adorable. “I’m good.” He sat stiffly next to her, hands on his lap. Be brave and break that ice. “Rolan, when you said you’ve always admired me, what exactly did you mean?”

“Exactly that!” He snapped then his expression contorted into one of regret. “I’m sorry. I…You see, it is exactly as I meant---I have admired you since we first met. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, whose magic is as wild and free as her very soul is. Whose bravery saved not simply my life but my siblings’ lives.” His voice broke a little when he mentioned Cal and Lia. “Everyone’s lives if I’m being truthful. You are incredible. How could I not fall in love with you?”

Did he just—

Oh shit, I think he did!

“Forgive me, but I couldn’t delay a moment longer. Not after today.” His yellow eyes bore not simply into her eyes but seemingly my soul. Oh gods. He does like me. No. He loves me. I didn’t think anyone would ever… “My la—Amelie, please say something.” He chuckled nervously. “I beg of you.”

What does Nadia say? Be bold and brave in love? Sure, I’ll do that. She shifted to face him and cupped his cheeks, whispering, “I love you too, even though I thought you hated me sometimes.” She laughed a little but then stopped when she saw him frowning.

“Never, my love. Infuriatingly frustrated with you? Absolutely. Infinitely irritated at your stubbornness? Frightened for you? Every moment of every day. But I have never, not even at most frustrated and angry, never hated you. I could never hate you.” He too shifted to face her, his trembling hands settling on her ample waist. “Gods, you feel magnificent…”

Alright, I suppose I need to tell him to kiss me already or I’ll do it. Hmmm… As she brushed the knuckles of one hand along his cheekbone and being mindful of the bruises (it felt amazing to fry that bastard), she chuckled. “Rolan love? Kiss me please?” Amelie said as sweetly as possible and tried not to laugh.

What she expected was Rolan to kiss her right then and there.

What actually happened was Rolan’s lips crashing against hers. His hands pulling her forwards while he went backwards, head hitting the cushions.

HOLY HELLS! Lifting her head, she laughed. “Rolan! Oh gods, what was that?”

He huffed, rolling his eyes. “I determined it was the right thing to do, so I did it. Unless it was,” he swallowed and bit his lower lip. “Unwanted.”

“No, no. It’s okay. It’s very much wanted, though I’m probably crushing you a bit.” She moved to push herself up, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Did he just whimper? Awww, that is so sweet!

“Please, my love. Don’t deny me this. I’ve dreamt of it for so long.” One of his hands found her soft hip and caressed it. “Get comfortable, darling.”

Amelie’s lips touched his briefly and then she sat up. “If I want to get comfortable, maybe we should move it upstairs? And maybe get me out of this bloody corset?” She giggled. “So fucking uncomfortable.”

Rolan was on his feet in moments and took her hand with another eyeroll. “Then why did you wear it, my dear?”

“Because it makes my breasts look amazing, my love.” She said in a playful tone, squeezing his hand. Must make the girls look excellent at all times. Well, when I can. It’s been hard on the road.

“Bloody minx,” he grumbled, guiding her upstairs to his bedroom. “Whatever am I going to do with you?”

As he opened the door, she teased him right on back! Because I’m fairly sure he gets off on it. He must, right? “You could tell me how thoughtful I was to wear this for you.”

He ushered her inside and closed the door quickly. “F-for me? You wore that for me? But I’ve seen you wear it dozens of times—”

Okay, that’s enough for now. Remember, it’s been a long day for us both. She took his waving hands in hers. “Yes, tonight I wore this for you.” She wrinkled her nose and grinned. “I wanted to…show off a bit.”

“While I appreciate the gesture,” he murmured, moving to stand mere inches from her. “Please don’t feel the need to make such an effort, darling.” Rolan removed her shawl and tossed it on a dresser, and then he began to undo her laces. “You are perfect as you are…well, minus the tadpole of course.” They both chuckled, which to her, made him relax.

“Thank goodness for that. Here I was thinking he might find the tadpole thing attractive.” Her hands settled on his waist, and she noticed for the first time that he was not wearing his usual wizarding robes. Loose dark cotton trousers. Equally loose white top. Long sleeves. I wonder what’s under there. “Love, do you mind if I…” She trailed off as her hands slowly went under his shirt, her fingertips barely brushing against his skin.

He inhaled sharply but maintained his concentration as he undid her laces. “Amelie, my love, you may do whatever you like, but please keep in mind my infernal heritage. I am not…I have ridges. Some very sharp in places. I am not,” he paused as he pulled off her top, his yellow eyes filled with adoration. “Soft and smooth as you are, darling.” He ran his hands up and down her plush sides, and she swore she heard him purr. “I am the luckiest man on Toril.”

“Let me see you. Please, love. Please.” She begged sweetly. The only way I know how to beg.

With a huff, Rolan acted like it was a crime that he had to stop touching her in order to remove his shirt. “My dear lady, I—”

She silenced him with a kiss, her hands going up and down his back. Want to feel every ridge. All of them. All of him. “Fucking hells, Rolan!” Her hands traveled to his toned chest and shoulders. “You’re hiding this under your robes?!”

“I take great pride in honing both my mind and body.” He smirked, reaching for the waistband of her leggings. What Astarion tried to make into leggings. Nothing on this bloody adventure fits me. “Perhaps I could show you…?”

Then, the day finally caught up to her and a wave of fatigue washed over her. She smiled softly. “I’d like that. I really would, but um, I…it’s been a long day, love.”

He closed his eyes and nodded several times. Letting go of her, he opened his eyes again and glanced around the room. “Sorry, trying to see if there’s a shirt or something you can wear. That is if you wish to stay of course. I wouldn’t presume…”

Amelie hugged him from behind and rested her head on one of his shoulders. “I’d love to stay the night. Just nothing more than cuddling if that’s okay. And if you can’t find anything, that’s okay too. I can just sleep topless and take my leggings off.” Hold on a minute. You’ve confessed your love to Rolan---one of the most tightly wound people you’ve ever met---and you want to cuddle and sleep next to him practically naked. “I mean—”

Turning his head, his lips touched hers in a soft kiss. “That sounds lovely, and in a show of support for my beautiful lady, I��ll keep the underwear on…tonight. I cannot promise any other nights, my sweet.” He teased and moved to face her. One hand took a handful of her behind, claws digging in slightly while the other caressed her flushed cheek. After a few moments, he awkwardly but so adorably stepped back and stepped out of his trousers. “Once again, please keep in mind…you know.”

Oh I will absolutely keep it in mind, love. Yup. I will do that. Opting not to tease this time, she pulled down her leggings. “You’re beautiful, love. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Hard. On. Oh fuck me. “I think it’s really sexy.” I’m not sure that was any better. One more time. “It’s part of who you are, and I love it. I love you.” Much better! Fumbling with the leggings, she got them off without falling over. Yay! After she let down her dark ginger hair from her usual double buns (and he fucking gasped seeing my hair down),she and Rolan then lay down in bed, and he pulled the covers over them both. Amelie snuggled into his side while he wrapped an arm around her broad shoulders. His tail, to her pleasant surprise, curled around her hip with the tip resting on a thigh. “This is nice,” she whispered, reaching for his other hand. “And I don’t mind the ridges, by the way.” She teased softly.

“Bah, you love everything about me that I detest. Whatever am I going to do with you, Amelie?”

Closing her eyes, she grinned. “Mia.”

Rolan tensed slightly, his tone confused. “Mia?”

“That’s what my family and best friend call me. I think you’ve earned the right since you’re my beloved. Wouldn’t you agree?” She could hear another cute whine come out of him as he squeezed her hand.

“Hm, yes. I quite agree. Yes.” The hand on her shoulder threaded some of her hair through his clawed fingers. “Mia. My Mia.” Then his voice lowered. “Am I yours?”

“You are all mine, Rolan. For as long as you wish.” There’s that purr again!

“I wish it for the rest of my days.” He said haughtily but then he felt his features soften. “Only if that’s amenable to you, dearest.”

Giggling, she pressed a kiss to his chest. “Sounds good to me, love…” Amelie was lulled to sleep by his purring and breathing. He feels so nice. I should tell him…tomorrow…

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Derailed [Hotch x Reader]

Photo Credits: Left and Right (@aestheticsoftheinternet) @pennyspearl

Prompt: Characters are sat together on a long train ride. A one shot in which the reader unexpectedly spends an hour on a train with Agent Aaron Hotchner. 

Category: Fluff 

Content Warning: Brief mention of murder / death

Word Count: 3.2K 

A/N: This is another @imagining-in-the-margins prompt for her September/October Challenge! Let me say that I have never been to Boston University, so if my writing is off on that, please forgive me. Trains were part of the prompt, and if you don’t know, we don’t have a lot of those in Texas. Also, Hotch might be a little out of character here, but it was fun to write him like this. Honestly, unless it’s a novel, I find it hard to get his deeper feelings right. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this. Please like it if you liked it, and feel free to send me a request for a Hotch fic if you want. 

P.S. y/n uses she/her pronouns 

List with all stories 

y/n = your name

l/n = your last name 

y/f/a = your favorite album

rm’s/n = roommate’s name 

f/c = favorite color

y/m = your major 

y/min = your minor 

s/p significant person (friend, parent, guardian, sibling, teacher, etc.) 

h/t = home town

m’s/d = major’s department

The passengers on the train started to chatter as this announcement came over the PA, “Good afternoon passengers on the green line. The conductor wants to inform you that there’s been a train derailment at the Boylston intersection. Thankfully no one has been seriously injured, but this might mean we are delayed for some time. I will continue to keep you updated as we have more information. In the beginning, there was a sense of camaraderie with people looking up the news and sharing photos of the train that had derailed.

However, as the minutes stretched to a half-hour people started getting angry. Businessmen checked their watches and phones every two minutes. Mothers with kids tried to keep their children calm, and a group of students sitting in the corner of the car were elated that they would be missing a freshman-level psychology class. The car was more crowded than usual, or at least more full than y/n had expected it to be on a Wednesday afternoon at 2:30 PM.

y/n had to admit that she didn’t normally ride the train at this time, so her assumptions could be totally off. Anyway, she was stuck standing in the isle of the car holding one of those hangers that helped shorter people like her stay steady as the train moved. At the beginning she didn’t mind waiting while she listened to _y/f/a, but now the fact that she was standing and her left foot was in an ankle brace. Her foot was actually starting to hurt her. She wished she had Advil in her backpack, but she knew she didn’t. The bottle of ibuprofen was sitting on the counter in the bathroom. y/n shifted more of her weight to her right leg. Another ten minutes passed and she was getting nervous that she was going to miss the whole guest lecture she had been looking forward to for over a month. 

y/n was pulled out of this train of thought when her phone rang. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw the name of her roommate rm’s/n on the screen. Normally she would cancel the call and just wait till she was outside, but half of the businessmen were on their phones talking to secretaries or business partners and she needed a distraction from her foot, so she answered the call. “Hey, what’s up, rm’s/n?” Her roommate replied, “Hey, y/n I totally overslept and the dry cleaner that has my suit is going to close before I can make it there. It’s only two blocks away from campus. Could you pick it up and put it in your office or something and bring it back when you come back? I really need it for my presentation tomorrow.”

y/n sighed, she should’ve seen something like this coming. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Sorry, rm’s/n, I can’t. A train derailed down the line and I’m stuck here. It’s been forty minutes now and at this rate, I’m going to miss half of that lecture I’ve been going on about for weeks now.” Her roommate put on a syrupy voice saying, “Pleeeeese, y/n. I’ll owe you big time.” y/n was now getting annoyed and said, “No rm’s/n, I’m not picking up your suit for you. Take an Uber and get it tonight or wake up an hour earlier tomorrow and get it yourself. I’ve been looking forward to today for a long time and even if I only get to see the last ten minutes of this lecture, nothing is going to stop me from doing that.”

y/n’s roommate knew the battle was lost but asked anyway, “Who is this guy that you’re so excited to hear lecture for two hours anyway. I’ve certainly never heard of him.” y/n rolled her eyes, This was proof that rm’s/n never listened to her when she was talking in the apartment. In a slightly clipped tone, she replied, “His name is Agent Hotchner, and he’s the Unit Chief of the Behavior Analysis Unit out of Quantico. He’s giving a lecture on Criminal psychopathy and the split mind theory. He’s kind of a hero of mine. I’ve been telling you about this for weeks now rm’s/n.”

There was a hesitant chuckle on the other end of the line and rm’s/n  replied, “Sorry y/n, you know I’ve been busy these last few weeks with my research and this presentation coming up. Listen, when you get home I’ll have a pizza and a bottle of wine waiting. Maybe we can catch up a bit, and I hope the train thing gets fixed with enough time for you to make it to that lecture.” At hearing this, y/n let some of her frustrations go. Sure rm’s/n could be inconsiderate, but there wasn’t a point in fighting right now, so she said, “That sounds nice. See you in a few hours.” With that she hung up the phone and looked out of the still window, knowing that right now the lecture hall was filling with anticipatory students while she was stuck here on a train car. 

Aaron was sitting down on the train. When he heard the announcement he knew he was screwed in getting to the Boston University campus on time for his speaking engagement. He emailed the event coordinator in the psychology department who had arranged this speaking engagement, writing: “Jonathan. Sorry to tell you this, but I may be a few minutes to an hour late to the university. I was going to take the rental, but the tire sprung a leak and it was getting late already, so I thought I would just take the train. Clearly, that was a mistake because it’s been delayed due to a derailment. I’ll keep you updated. Whenever the train does make it to a station I’ll hop out and get a cab, which I should have done from the start. Sorry for any inconvenience this causes. Sincerely, SSA Aaron Hotchner F.B.I. Unit Chief Behavioral Analysis Unit, Quantico Virginia.”

With that, he sent the email and waited for a response. While he waited he pulled out his speaking notes and began reviewing them. He pulled out a pen making notes in the margins for his cadence and pauses. As confident as he was in the material he was covering, whenever he spoke to a large group of people who weren’t N.A.T. trainees, his nerves picked up. Therefore reviewing his presentation, he hoped would calm him. The minutes ticked by and Jonathan emailed him back saying that they would push back the lecture until he arrived and that he and the department understood that this wasn’t his fault.

A few minutes later the person standing in front of him took a phone call. He relegated the conversation to white noise as his attention turned back to the pages in his lap. However, when his name was mentioned his attention flicked back to the person standing in front of him. The person was turned away from him slightly so he couldn’t see their face. They had a f/c backpack on. She was wearing something formal and Aaron couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing an ankle brace and was highly favoring her other foot. After another minute the woman hung up and let out a sigh that was so quiet that he almost didn’t catch it. 

Aaron put his papers away in his notebook and stood tapping the woman on the shoulder. y/n turned to see who had tapped her shoulder and looked up for a moment. When her eyes met Aaron’s and recognized him they went wide for a second. After a moment of stunned silence, y/n said, “Mr. Hotchner?” Aaron smiled and said, “Present.” There was another moment of silence and he continued the conversation saying, “Sorry. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I’m glad to hear that at least someone is excited for the talk that I’m supposed to be giving right now.”

After recovering from the shock of being in the same space as Agent Hotchner, y/n replied, “People have been talking about your lecture since the guest lecturers' names were announced at the beginning of the semester. I can’t believe you’re stuck in here too.” Aaron chuckled and said, “Yes, well I wasn’t anticipating such a long delay, or any delay.” Aaron extended his hand and said, “Sorry, I don’t know your name, and clearly you know who I am.”

y/n took his hand and shook it, saying, “y/n l/n, Sir.” Aaron nodded and replied, “It’s nice to meet you y/n, and please just call me Aaron.” He was about to say something but the train lurched forward momentarily and y/n grabbed for the railing, her face set in a grimace for a second as she placed her weight on her injured foot. The train stopped again after a few seconds and Aaron said, “y/n, would you like to take my seat? I noticed that maybe standing for long periods might not be a great idea for you.”

y/n flushed looking down at the ever-annoying boot on her foot. She tried to seem fine, not really wanting to seem weak in front of someone she had been inspired by for years. However, her leg was hurting her and Aaron had offered, so she begrudgingly switched places with the Hotch. Their arms brushed arms during the transfer. y/n felt a flutter run through her arm as their skin made contact. She sat down and set her backpack on the ground between her legs. She tried not to look at Aaron. The man was commanding, just standing in front of her. His tall height only added to the power she felt from her. Unlike her, who had been grabbing the extended handles for support, he easily rested his forearms on the metal bar running parallel along the train car. y/n was trying to find a place to look that wasn’t directly at Hotch. 

She looked back up at him when he called her name. “Sorry, what was that?” y/n internally berated herself for not noticing that he had addressed her. Hotch smiled with a humorous look in his eyes as if he knew he had this effect on people if he wanted to. Hotch repeated his question saying, “Do you go the the Boston U? What do you study.” y/n looked up to Hotch and replied, “Oh. Yes. I do.

I’m studying y/m with a minor in y/min because I can never make up my mind on what I want to do with my life. I’d like to think that I’m giving myself options, but really as a grad student, I’m just putting myself in debt.” y/n let out a nervous laugh at the absurdity of talking so casually to Aaron Hotchner. They shared a bit too casual banter as the train finally started moving again. The train stopped at Arlington station and the attendant stated over the PA, “Well folks, unless you want a long wait I’d recommend you get off here and find some alternative transportation to your final destination. Our sincerest apologies for the long delay. We hope you have a good rest of your evening.

There was a sigh of relief from those on the train when the doors opened. Aaron offered y/n a hand up. They made it up to the street and as Aaron flagged down a cab, y/n tried to think of a way to get the few blocks to campus. It was rush hour and she didn’t have the money for an Uber, or a cab. By this time Aaron had hailed a cab. He looked around to see if y/n was still around. He figured he might offer them a ride in the cab, after all the university would be paying for it.

He called y/n over saying, “Do you want to ride with me to campus. We’re both going to the same place, right?” y/n walked the short distance to him and asked, “You’re sure?” Hotch nodded and replied, “Of course.” He let her get in first and he told the cab where to drop them off. Hotch took a moment to email Jonathan to let him know that he was on his way pulled his notes back out and looked at them once more to steady his growing nerves. y/n checked her emails and answered a few from her students, as the cab zipped toward Boston University. Her attention was diverted to Aaron.

He was silently tapping his foot, causing his leg to minutely move up and down in his dark blue pants. After a few moments, Aaron felt her eyes on him and he stopped tapping his foot. He looked over to y/n but she turned her face just quickly enough for him to not catch her staring. This did not, however, stop him from observing the blush that bloomed from her cheeks. Thankfully the ride was short and they both got out. y/n led him to the main auditorium where he was speaking. It was the largest on campus.

When they approached the entrance, Aaron was met by Jonathan who quickly stepped forward and shook Aaron’s hand saying, “We’ve got a pretty big crowd still, so please forgive me if I seem to be rushing you. Let’’s get you inside and mic'd up. Jonathan kind of hustled Aaron toward a side door, but before he was swept out of sight, y/n said, “Thanks for the ride. Good luck.” Hotch nodded and said, as he was being led forward, “No problem. See you inside.” 

The inside of the auditorium was still almost filled to capacity. It was a stroke of luck that y/n found a seat in the T-zone with good visibility of the stage. Just as she sat down and began pulling out her notebook, the lights dimmed slightly as Jonathan stepped onto the and introduced Aaron. The lecture was detailed and held the attention of the audience the whole hour that Hotch spoke. He fielded a few questions after the talk and then said, “Due to the fact that I was an hour late to this lecture, my apologies for that by the way, I’m going to cut off the Q and A here. However, if you have questions or would like to speak to me, I’ll be at the front of the stage for a few minutes. Thank you everyone for coming.”

There was a loud round of applause as people in the audience got up and moved to the aisles and exits. y/n got into the line to speak to Aaron. It was about twenty minutes until she reached him. When he saw her, he flashed a smile and said, “Hey, y/n. So, how was it?” y/n laughed slightly and said, “It was incredible. It really was.” Hotch nodded and thought back to the two hours ago when they were on the train and she had first brought him up. He asked, “When we were on the train you said I was ‘a hero of yours.' Might I ask why? I’m rarely given that status if I’m being honest.”

y/n looked down to the wooden floor. She guessed that what she had said to her roommate might come up again and even though she had meant it, it was still a painful thing to think about. Now that she was standing in front of the man himself it felt trivial really. Aaron tilted his head and realized from y/n’s demeanor, that he might have touched on a sensitive topic. He shifted his weight slightly and said in a softer voice, “y/n, I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

y/n cleared her throat and looked back up to Aaron’s sympathetic gaze. She nodded but said, “It’s fine. I’ve, um, actually met you before. It was a long time ago when Gideon was the Unit Chief. My s/p was murdered in front of me and the team came out to my h/t. I was interviewed and everything, but you, you stopped and asked if I was okay. I’ve never forgotten that. In the hype of everything that was happening, I was just a teenager, but you saw me.” y/n’s eyes tried to blink back the tears that had formed in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand.

Aaron bit the inside of his mouth as he looked over the young woman in front of him. He racked his brain for his past early cases, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place her anywhere. He gently placed his hand on her arm and as she looked up at him, he said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t remember you. Thank you for telling me that.” y/n sniffled for a moment and replied, “I look a lot different from back then. I’m just glad that I got to tell you in person. You’ve helped a lot of people, not by just bringing criminals to justice, but by seeing people on the sidelines.” 

Aaron was touched by what y/n had said. Not that any of the others who had come before to tell him that he mattered, or that his work wasn’t important didn’t matter. But to have someone remember when he was green to the force. Before he was Unit Chief meant something to him. There was still a line behind y/n and he knew that Jonathan and some of the psychology and criminology professors were taking him out to dinner after this, but he didn’t want to let y/n go just yet.

His hand was still on her arm and he realized it had been there a bit too long. He removed it and said, “I have some things to attend to for an hour and a half or so, but would you like to get a drink later tonight. As long as it’s not distressing or painful for you, I’d like to remember you from that case.” y/n’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she stated, “That, that sounds lovely. I’d be happy to join you.” Aaron nodded and pulled out the generic business card he carried with him at all times. He flipped it over and wrote his cell number on the back. He handed the card to y/n and said, “Shoot me a text with your name and I’ll let you know when I” 'm free to meet. I look forward to it.” y/n flushed again. It seemed to be a theme of the evening as she said, “Okay. See you later.” 

y/n almost floated to her office in the _m’s/d_. In her office, she pulled out some grading she needed to do and sent her number to Hotch. A few minutes later he liked it to let her know that he he got her text. It seemed impossible that this was happening to her. In fact, the whole day seemed like a dream. However long it was before Aaron let her know that he was open to getting a drink, passed quickly and she thought that perhaps the man she had dreamed about for so many years wasn’t such a dream after all. Maybe he was just as great as she had imagined.

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Freeing the Enemy (Valtor)

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After feeling left out by her own friends, Y/N, the seventh member of Winx Club, seeks refuge in Alfea’s library. There, she finds a book with no title and decides to read it. It however changes her life forever.

This is a request from whimsical_ane on Wattpad. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy!

Published: 4/8/2023

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So sorry for the long delay🥲 I hope it’s worth the wait!

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Warning: Feeling ignored and left out, falling in love with the enemy, lying and mentions of monsters

Y/N has never had it easy, especially not when it comes to friendship and love. However, being the seventh member of Winx Club, she does have friends. Yet she’s often left out and forgotten, even by her own friends sometimes. Unintentionally, of course.

And they all have boyfriends except for her and Layla. And sometimes Musa, too - her and Riven aren’t talking to each other lately.

Anyway, there is a reason why people seem to forget about Y/N or perhaps even ignore her - because she’s different.

How is she different? Well, she’s much more powerful than any other fairy in her year. And her appearance also makes her different - she has red eyes which seem to scare people. It even scares her professors sometimes which upsets the young fairy even more. She has tried to use magic to change the colour of her eyes, but it never lasts long enough.

Flora and Bloom are the ones of her friends who see her more. Y/N definitely appreciates it, but she just wishes that everybody would pay more attention to her and not be scared of her red eyes.

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[tongueofcat]

Magic Lessons

Chapter Eleven: Scent

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: Connor RK800/F!Human Reader

Tags: Innocent Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Eventual Smut, Father-Son Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human)

Word Count: 3,925

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Notes: This one is a wild ride. Not sure how I feel about it, though. Sorry for the delay, I got distracted with life.

So there you were: trapped underneath a beautiful man with his lips brushing against your ear. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes… but, in this case, you perhaps would say something like play bratty games, win bratty prizes. You had bit off more than you could chew this time; you had fallen into his trap and you weren’t even giving up a fight anymore. Unless…

“Here‘s how things are going to go.” Connor whispers, his voice turning into a smooth, dark growl. It held a gravely quality you've never heard for him, yet alone could imagine coming from him. Where did your puppy go? Because now a wolf is hovering over you, pinning you in place.

“You’re going to listen to me and do as I say or there will be consequences,” His voice is rich and sweet, just like the mocha cappuccinos you enjoyed so much, “Do you understand? Nod if you understand.”

You allow yourself to nod and he makes an amused sound, inhaling deep and exhaling through his nose. The air tickles your ear further and he strokes the pulse point of one of your wrists; the wrists he’s holding above your head to keep you in place.

“Good girl.” He purrs, but you think about how unfair it is for him to use ‘good girl’ against you. He’s practically uno reversing you for calling him a ‘good boy’ and that was unfair. Despite this… you like it and he knows you do.

Rude.

You were not going to take this lying down; there had to be a way to shift the balance of power… then it hit you.

You grin the grin of an evil genius.

“Any other rules, daddy?” You throw out that word, trying to catch him off guard. He freezes, pulling back to look at you with an incredulous look on his face. He’s blushing, though, so you got your in.

You smirk up at him, able to wiggle your hands free from his loosened grip and push him forward. The two of you roll back and you end up on top of him. Apparently calling him ‘daddy’ made his whole body ragdoll and his processors work overtime. Interesting. You file this information away for later.

“Hey!” He pouts from underneath you, looking mighty submissive and bratty underneath you, “That’s dirty, you cheated!”

Still, he’s not resisting; if he really wanted to, he could break free. He liked it, and you’re such a people pleaser.

Better give the pretty-boy what he wants…

“Mhm, yes mister detective,” You smile down at him, fingers combing through his hair and then tousling it a little, just for fun, “Me, the criminal, used unfair means to get what she wants… who could have foreseen this?”

He scowls underneath you, his eyes not leaving yours as you pull your hand away from his hair. Then you caress his cheek. You rub at one of the deep lines formed by his frowning with your thumb lovingly.

“So, here’s how it’s going to go,” You mock his earlier words, eliciting an irritated growl from him, “You’re going to lay on your back like a good boy and take it.”

You lean in, smug as you continue, “Oh, and you’re allowed to beg for it. I’m not evil, mister detective.”

“You wish.” He grumbles, his act so convincing… if it weren’t for the deep blue blush painting his pale cheeks with color you would be worried you went too far.

“You’re right, I do wish.” You retreat from your current position hovering over him and sit back on his crotch… that’s when you realize a flaw in your plan. He has to manually turn on his ability to get an erection. You can only tease him so much without playing with that particular tool. You had to pivot, take a new route… you might need to do a bait and switch.

This was going to be risky. It might backfire.

“I wish…” You begin, reaching down to the hem of your sweater, you start to pull it up, “I wish that I had a big strong detective to teach me right from wrong.”

Connor’s attention is piqued. That said, he looks a mixture of confused and annoyed underneath you, “What?”

You ignore him and continue to pull your sweater off, holding it pinched between your fingers for drama before letting it fall to the floor. You’re clad in a red see-through bra now, which seems to get a small rise out of him. But not where you want. You allow yourself to dip down, the cups of your bra brushing against his dress shirt; your lips greet his ear with a kiss before you pull back just a fraction.

“Mister detective,” you purr, your lips and breath tickling the sensitive receptors in the skin on his ear, “Don’t you want to help me out? Put me in my place and shut me up?”

Suddenly, he easily sits the two of you up and there’s a moment where the two of you just look at each other. The look is unmistakable between the two of you, for you are both hungry…

Connor reacts first though, pinning you back on the couch, back where you started. He looks down at you, directly into your eyes.

“You’re up to something… aren’t you?” He squints at you with discerning eyes. You simply bat your eyelashes up at him, feigning innocence the best you can for the walking lie detector. You’re going to try to stay away from actually answering questions.

“Why would you say that, detective?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Hmn… still, I recommend you to do some acts of service to make up for the crimes you’ve committed.”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. What the hell did that mean? It doesn’t take long to find out where his train of thought is going, though. His LED briefly whirrs yellow and you, as if guided by a higher power, look at his crotch. It’s awkward from your position, but you notice a near immediate bulge. You have to fight off the smirk that threatens to creep onto your face.

He’s making this way too easy, practically doing your job for you.

“What are you going to do, detective?” You ask, straining uselessly against his hold on your wrists before mewling, “Are you going to fuck me until I beg to cum on your cock?”

His eyes widen at that and you see your in: you’ve successfully activated ragdoll mode. It feels like deja vu after you push him onto his back again, pinning him yet again to the couch. You snicker above him, watching the shock melt from his face and be replaced with bratty annoyance.

“You forget this isn’t my first rodeo, detective,” you grind down on his now fully-functional shaft through his slacks before adding, “Not only am I a natural in this field, I’m also a professional.”

Connor’s eyes pinch shut and he lets out a low growl again, his head pressing back against the cushion, “You really do like to play dirty…”

“Filthy, even,” You muse, gently poking his nose with your pointer finger, “Do you admit defeat?”

He opens his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes smoldering hot for you. The android is about to sit up, prop himself up on his elbows, but only gets one elbow under him when you take his other arm. You smash his hand into one of the pillowy globes of your breasts. He freezes, unmoving, not even involuntarily squeezing down. Your nipple slowly starts to stiffen through the thin, meshy fabric of your bra at the contact. Then slowly, all the annoyance in his demeanor slipping away and replaced by awe, he lets himself squeeze down.

“You’re so… soft.” Connor has been completely caught off guard by the sensory experience of your breast. It’s enough to soften your playful edges; you smile fondly down at him. You forgot he’s still new to this, that he probably hasn’t really copped a feel of someone’s chest before.

“Want me to take my bra off?” You find yourself asking and he enthusiastically nods once, eyes glued on his hand squeezing and releasing the plumpness of your breast. You let go of the hand pressing him to you and bring both of your arms behind yourself to fiddle with the clasp of your bra. You struggle for a moment, but then successfully unclasp it, the straps of the bra shrugging off your shoulders. Connor lets go of you for the cups to fall off and you discard the bra on the floor beside the couch.

His LED starts to spin rapidly, the color of molten sunshine. Then he speaks up.

“I know we are playing a sort of game, I believe it is called roleplaying,” He begins, unable to look away from your chest as if he’s mesmerized, “But, may I suggest we just act on what we desire to do? I want to act outside the parameters of this roleplay we’ve started.”

His comfort and thoughts matter to you, so after processing his words you nod, “Do you want to move to the bed?”

Connor finally lets go of your bare breast and nods. Then he suddenly sits up, maneuvering himself to scoop your body up under his arms so he’s cradling you bridal style. You’ve never been carried like this as an adult and you weren’t expecting the impromptu carrying session. So it’s no wonder when you finally turn your head to Connor he looks worried.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks, then adds, “I just wanted to carry you to the bed. Shall I let you down?”

“I’ve never… been held like this,” You softly admit, “My ex said I was too heavy to carry.”

Connor stands, bringing you with him. He lifts you with mechanical ease, as if you weigh nothing… and that simple observation has your face heating up again.

”Interesting. Was your ex not physically fit? You are not particularly heavy,” He hums, casually roasting your ex, something you don’t know if he meant to do on purpose or not, “That said, I am able to carry more than the average human of my corresponding build.”

Then, as he is making the few strides over to your bed, he allows himself to glance at you. He halts his movements, examining your face.

“Is me carrying you arousing?” Connor asks, his voice curious albeit a little amused. You bite your lower lip and look to the side, nodding. He chuckles and continues walking.

The two of you arrive at your bed. He slowly lays you down into your puffy comforter, handling you with such care. You felt precious, like some fragile heirloom that he’s been tasked with taking care of; he gazed down at you like he was appreciating fine art, his eyes following every angle and curve, appreciating your form from head to toe. Connor sighs thoughtfully, his hands carefully undoing the buckles of the gun holster strapped to his chest.

He shrugs out of the heavy leather holster, letting it fall behind him; it makes a loud thud when it impacts with the floor, the metal of the buckles clattering on the floor. Then, without flinching or pausing in any manner, the android starts to continue unbuttoning his dress shirt, slowly popping each button one by one. You watch his hands and how he coaxes every button out with practiced finesse. Before you know it, there’s a solid stripe of his bare skin exposed, his hands pausing momentarily, hovering on either side of the opening of his shirt. Then he grabs it, pulling the fabric aside and ultimately shedding it, letting it, too, fall to the floor.

Connor is inherently flawless in your eyes. His chest and abdomen is a smooth, pale expanse of skin; there’s soft muscle definition, but he isn’t cut with a chisel. You wondered if he flexed if his synthetic musculature would tense and show off toned abs. Probably. You’re learning fast that CyberLife designed their androids to be humanoid and realistically human: they really crossed all their t’s and dotted their i’s. Connor's arms were also worth noting: his biceps are larger than you expected — not huge, but they still had the appearance of a fit physique.

“Hey…” His voice breaks you out of your shameless gawking and you blink up at him. He smiles affectionately at you, “See something you like?”

Connor doesn’t sound sassy or smug and his face is just that sweet, gentle Connor you’ve grown so fond of. Nevertheless, you huff, able to provide enough sass for the two of you combined. He chuckles warmly, climbing onto the bed and easing into the mattress beside you, before turning on his side to look at you. He’s got his head propped up by his hand and elbow, a pose which is somehow adding to his boyish charm. You turn your head to look at him, still pouting like a child.

”If you keep giving me that look I will kiss you, full transparency.” Connor reaches his free hand to tuck a loose piece of your hair gingerly behind your ear. You roll your eyes at him.

“So you’re saying I should keep doing it to get what I want?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow for good measure.

He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours briefly before you feel his hand on the small of your back. He pulls you forward and your cheek presses against his; he then adjusts, lips brushing against yours as he speaks.

“You… smell so good. Are you wearing perfume? No… not perfume, it’s you.” The android takes a deep inhale of your scent and you’re momentarily stunned by his words. Do you smell good? You had showered and used scented bathing products, but you always smelled like that… the only thing that was different from every time prior was that you weren’t wearing makeup. Or, you hesitantly remembered, deodorant. Ew, no surely he’s not smelling your body odor…

Connor had migrated his face to nuzzle into your cheek.

“What do I smell like? Explain it for me to understand.”

He purrs thoughtfully, the trill low in his throat as he refocuses his attention on your words, “I believe the closest descriptor would be some sort of musk…”

What in the world? You think hard on what he could be smelling, eventually your mind hooks hard on a memory from a few months ago.

‘It’s like a perfume, but it doesn’t smell like anything, really!’ Candy plucks a small cylindrical tube from her purse, ‘It’s a female pheromone, called uh…’ The blonde glances at the tube, but her eyes stay there as she sounds out the word, ‘Es-tra-tet-ra-en-ol! However you say that!’ She smiles brightly at you, offering the little tube your way.

‘What a mouthful. What does it do?’ You ask, convinced it’s some sort of fringe snake-oil. You eye the liquid in the vial cautiously.

‘It makes people — especially straight guys — go absolutely gaga! I put some on my neck last night and had a guy in VIP practically turn into putty faster than that!’ Candy snaps her finger for emphasis on that.

‘I’m good, but thanks, Candy.’ You say and she pouts, rolling her eyes playfully as she returns the bottle to her purse.

‘Suit yourself!’

You’re brought back to the present and Connor’s fingers are gently digging into the small of your back, pressing their pads deep and dragging them against your skin. He seemed so… hungry, but was keeping himself tempered for your sake.

“Could it be… my pheromones?” You say hopefully, trying to solve the puzzle. You didn’t know how sensitive his snoot was, but if you had to guess by all his other bells and whistles, he could probably detect and become very sensitive to things a normal human can’t decipher with a single sniff. He takes another deep inhale through his nose, making a thoughtful noise.

“There’s a high possibility that’s it. But, I will have to gather more crucial data to confirm it.” Then, without warning, his tongue is on your cheek, licking a wet stripe along your flushed skin. He adjusts, pulling back momentarily, and as if he’s following a scent, burrows into your neck and lets his tongue languidly run along your pulse.

When he stops you can barely control yourself from scrambling over and straddling him right then and there. But you don’t, instead you’re frozen, your only movements being your chest expanding and falling. There’s a coil of warmth tightening deep in your belly and you just want that sweet, delicious release. You feel hot, warmth spreading from your core and moving to fill every inch of your body.

You don’t even feel him move over you, not really. You don’t fully register him boxing you in with his arms until your blurry, hot vision focuses on his deep, dark eyes gazing down at you.

“Estratetranol,” He says, pronouncing that damnable scientific word with ease, “A female pheromone excreted via sweat and also found in the ovaries. Are you ovulating?”

You manage to snort at his question — you don’t track your period, and you had no desire to know about your fertility, so how would you know? You watch him raise an eyebrow at your amusement and you shake your head, “Connor, I have no idea.”

If it was indeed estratetranol, what a tongue-twister of a name, why was it affecting Connor? He’s an android, not a human. You thought only humans could chemosignal to each other from what you remembered of your high school and college biology classes…

But CyberLife had made their creations super sophisticated… it wasn’t out of the question they could process human pheromones. You knew he could detect cortisol to determine a human’s stress level… and that’s a pheromone, right?

“I wish…” He says, the end of the sentence too soft for you to hear.

You sigh dreamily, looking up at your boyfriend, “What sweetheart?”

Connor lets out a long, drawn-out breath, thirium flushing his cheeks. He averts his eyes before he speaks.

“It was illogical. Borderline… absurd.”

“Try me, Connor.”

“Hmn…” He bites his lower lip, only speaking when he lets the puffy pink flesh go, “You will laugh. Or worse.”

Damn, what did he say?

You pressed gently, “Tell me, please?”

His eyes begin their trek back to yours. It’s slow going, but eventually the two of you lock eyes again.

“I wish I could impregnate you.” Connor’s voice is soft, wavering with incompetence.

You took this confession like a brick to the face. It was so shocking, so out of left-field you find yourself opening and closing your mouth like a gasping fish out of water as you search for the right words. Then you finally manage something.

“Why?”

“That’s the underlying reason why humans engage in mating rituals. Procreation…” He is lost, his voice distant and depressed, “I cannot truly provide that for you. I will never be able to get you pregnant.”

You knew Connor knew it was more nuanced than that, but he was getting stuck in a loop of self-hatred. Of self-synthesized sadness. You had to get him out of that spiral fast.

“Connor, sweetheart, I can enjoy having sex with you even — no, especially — if I cannot get pregnant. I understand that originally sex was purely for procreation, but humans evolved to have it for many other reasons.”

His response is fast and hits you like another brick, “Do you not desire biological children?”

Bewildered laughter escapes your lips and you sigh, trying to stamp out that response fast; you clear your throat, looking up at him. He’s studying you, trying to analyze your reactions if his yellow LED is anything to go off of.

“That’s a loaded question, Connor. Pregnancy… is really scary for a lot of women, no, people who can experience it. It may be rewarding, but I’m far from ready to consider starting a family — biological or adopted.” Anxiety bubbles in your gut as you’re reminded of your ex that essentially left you because you refused his advances of unprotected sex in hopes of having children.

“Forgive me,” He breathes out, making you forget about your dumbass ex and focus on your current boyfriend, “I had not considered that pregnancy and childbirth could be frightening. But, after running a simple base algorithm with that scenario in the point of view of a female human, I was easily able to understand and empathize.” Despite his words, he still sounds distant and hollow inside.

You nod, but continue to try to pull him out of his misery, “You told me that some deviants, including yourself, grew to want to sexually stimulate their bodies; going as far to install new parts to obtain said goal. That need to stimulate, to enjoy your body — that’s what I’m feeling right now. Only, I want to experience it with you, not alone. It doesn’t matter that you can't get me pregnant, I want to feel alive with you, Connor.”

Connor processed your words, anguish slowly dissolving from his features. He smiles adoringly at you from above.

“What did I do to deserve your company?” He dips down, back arching to start pressing kisses into your neck. Then he groans softly, breathing in your scent, “You’ve produced even more of the pheromone… it’s almost intoxicating.”

“It’s my body saying it wants you. I choose you, Connor.” You say, fraying and ultimately destroying the last semblance of control the android had. His hands grope the comforter on either side of your head, arms shaking with unspent energy before he bites down, hard.

You let out a surprised yet aroused yelp. Your neck is still healing, still fragile and injured — but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was how his teeth set into your skin and how his tongue worked your neck. He sucked at the sensitive skin and you found yourself pressing your thighs together to tamper the throbbing pulsing hotly from your crotch.

While still pinning you to the bed with his mouth, he hooks two fingers into the hem of your leggings’ waistband and pulls. You lift your ass and help him disrobe you, pulling down your leggings the best you can. Soon, you’re kicking the tight fabric off, letting it fall to the floor with all the other garments.

Connor wastes no time. He pushes your legs apart further and positions himself between them. Only then does he relinquish your neck, which most definitely has a hickey now; he kisses the tender spot before pulling away to look at you. You’re able to see that his eyes are almost black, his pupils big and blown-out, his lips slightly parted and his face extremely erotic. You had to have a similar expression on your face, maybe even moreso.

“Tell me what you want,” his voice a gravely whisper before politely adding, “Please.”

“You.” You say immediately, your voice strained with arousal.

“Those are not sufficient instructions.” He looks at you with his big brown eyes before beginning to beg again, “Please, tell me what you want.”

You gently smile at him, eyes tenderly gazing up at him.

“I want to only feel you. Everywhere. I want to drown in you. Inside, outside, it doesn’t matter — I just want to feel you all over.”

Then his lips crash into yours.

[mpxnoel]

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. ; not accepting

Visiting Babylon was fun, not just because he got to see Invidia, but because it seemed the place drew out not only the sinners but the interesting people as well. Something was always happening there, it seemed, whether it was good or presumably bad, well, that was another thing entirely.

That night, though, it seemed he'd caught someone slipping without intending to. He'd just dropped off his lover, headed in to say hi to those he knew when he happened to look in the stranger's direction when it happened. Noel had seen him before he was pretty sure, but he hadn't paid much attention until now.

And what a way to do it.

His lips nearly gave him away. They urged to break into a grin and he could feel the rumble in his chest almost slip out but he somehow managed to keep it at bay. Barely, but he did. "Mhmm." He squeaked, looking in all and every direction possible to stop himself from laughing at the sight of such an attractive face nearly getting to meet the floor. "Believe me, I want to forget too."

[wolfgirl-valentine]

Dreamling Week 2023 Monday 5 - Stuck in an elevator (Human AU)

Murphy sat on the floor, trying to do the breathing exercises his sister taught him, he had already discarded his coat and tie, the air feeling more stale every minute spent in this death trap. 

He never liked elevators, and his current predicament just makes his aversion more justified.

He looked at his phone again, 45 minutes, he had been stuck between floors 8 and 9 for 45 minutes. Sighing he let his head fall back, he already called for help and was told a team was in their way, but that was 45…46 minutes ago. Just as he was about to call again, the sound of steel hitting steel made him jump.

For a moment the panic gets a hold of him, before a muffled voice calls his name.

"Mr Endleas can you hear me?"

"Yes!"

"Good, my name is Robert, I'm from the fire department, I need you to move away from the door, we'll get you out here in no time"

"Oh thank you" he stands quickly, grabbing his coat, tie and messenger bag with him, the metallic noises come back, and he clenches his hands over his belongings when the whole thing shakes, then the doors star to open, and he can see a man with a crowbar forcing them apart, since the thing got stuck between floors the exit was from the middle of the door to up, the man clad in a firefighter uniform doing the maneuver was on his knees.

Once they are completely open and held in place, the man extend a hand in his direction "Come on Mr Endelas, let get you out of here" 

Murphy pass his things first, then he takes the offered hand and let himself be lifted through the narrow space, at one point the man put his other arm around his waist to better support his weight, and soon he is out of the damned thing, pressed against a broad chest, then he is helped to his feet by a pair of strong arms, which he is grateful for since his legs are so cramped he is sure he would fall on his face if left on his own.

“Sorry for the delay Mr Endleas, we need to make sure the structure was stable enough before risking forcing the doors'' The man, Robert, smiled at him, and the complaint forming on his tongue about the tardiness died on his throat.

“It's…quite alright” then he realized he had not let go of the man, and moved away as if burned “Thank you for your assistance” he wished, desperately, that the blush on his face wasn't noticeable.

“It's our job sir” his smile full of amusement, and Murphy is about to call out the insolence when the man continues “although, if you are amenable of let me take you out for dinner one of this days in gratitude I wouldn't be opposed” his expression turning flirtatious.

“I…this is highly inappropriate”

“Is that a no?”

“Well...It would be rude of my part if I dont thank you, wouldn't it?”

“Oh it definitely would be! Are you free to say…saturday at 8pm?”

“I may be…”

“Great! I’ll give you my number so we can decide the place”

“That would be wise”

“See you on saturday then Mr Endelas”

“You may call me Murphy…Robert” And with that Murphy makes his retreat to the stairs, his face hot as in flames.

Maybe elevators aren't as bad as he thought.

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(Sorry it feels so rushed, english is not my first lenguage)

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Hi!! Are you planning on running Bo Week again? No pressure, just want to know so I can plan ahead!

@projectorthus

Hello everyone!!!

Your friendly neighborhood Bo Week mod here! Sorry for the delay and thank you so much for the asks and well-wishes!!

I for sure plan on continuing this event as long as there's interest in it! Sincerely, this little community means a lot to me. I really appreciate the enthusiasm for this event and I love seeing what everyone makes every year!

That said, life got a bit hectic during the time I'm normally making plans for this event. Oops! But rest assured, I'll do my best to make up for the time lost. Keep an eye on this space, because I'll be trying to get things running for 2024 ASAP! Due to the delay in getting started - unless I hear suggestions otherwise (and please do feel free to give them!) - Bo-Katan Week 2024 will run from August 19-25! This is a week later than usual, but I hope it will give everyone a little extra time to work. 💙 For now, in the next day or two expect: - A link for prompt submissions! - Updates to the schedule that reflect plans for 2024!

Ori'vor'e for your patience! 💙

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

I don't remember who, but someone once said Shoma performs by pacing himself according to his rivals' condition. If they make mistakes, he does, too. If they have high scored performances, so does he. It is not always true, but I think they are right. In my opinion, what delayed Shoma's acquisition of gold medal before was him believing he cannot beat Nathan or Yuzuru. This season, it looks like he has mixed feelings regarding competition about artistry and all. But this aspect aside, when he was asked about beating Malinin, he says it is difficult. If we check the reality, I think it is not true. Of course, judges' decision to infilate Malinin's scores through undeserved pcs and all, and detecting and punishing Shoma's every mistake including non-existent ones contribute him to think like that. Not to mention, Shoma never receives the PCS he deserves. In the end, I am afraid Shoma will create his own obstacles by believing he cannot achieve this or that. For me, he is a skater who has a chance of getting olympic gold medal if he continues. Of course 2 years is so far away and an unknown future , but I am trying to emphasize his capability. So, it is not really a question but I wish he considered himself an unbeatable competitor. I wonder what would happen then. Btw, I am okay with Shoma not winning if he is content with himself and his skating. But he is really extremely humble that it looks like it creates a psychological obstacle.

(Assuming this goes together anon! Also sended quite a while ago, so sorry for answering so late! 🙇)

I think there is a lot to unpack here...it might get long...see it as a "discussion" even if you didn't post a particular question...

I cannot tell you who said Shoma would "pace himself according to his rivals"...I think there is a sort of correlation between skaters doing good and skaters following that also doing good and vice versa that a bad performance leads to more skaters having bad performances. If we look at 2018 Worlds free skate for example, everyone in the last group had horrible skates apart from Nathan (who magically wasn't affected or how I believe learned to distance himself from pressure after the horrible SP at the Olympics), which lead Shoma to win silver despite 3 falls, just bc everyone else was even worse. And I think Shoma didn't like winning the medal that way. I think it's only natural that skaters are influenced by the mood of the audience and skaters. Shoma is a skater that watches his competition until he has to start so Shoma knows exactly what he has to do. So I am almost sure he sometimes just does what he has to in order to get the result he needs. If it's crucial to put the combinations in at the end to secure a medal, he does them like at GPF 2023, but if he knows he'd done enough to win like at GPF 2022 he will not go for it. I think Shoma is smart in that regard, he does difficulty also according to his competition sometimes (and I think that was also a strategy that helped Nathan to win bc he always did adjust his difficulty according to his competition). If you want to call it "pacing to his rivals' condition" or just knowing what he has to do in order to achieve what he needs is up to you. Shoma is not really a skater that skates clean, yet his results speak for himself, that he still has such high personal bests of 212 points TSS, even with couple of errors. So I think Shoma will aim for Gold and to beat Ilia, he's just realistic that it's not gonna be guaranteed to win and also that it's not easy. And ofc if we look at the scores this season it's not Shoma who is in the best position. I don't think you have to fear that he will just condition himself to be good enough to podium. Shoma always paces himself with each competition. I think the real obstacle here are his new boots that may hinder the pacing. For the last two years Shoma has paced himself that he would always have peak condition at the 2nd half of the season. (Even if in 2023 Worlds he was injured, he was well prepared)

"In my opinion, what delayed Shoma's acquisition of gold medal before was him believing he cannot beat Nathan or Yuzuru."

I don't think that's the entire truth. Yes Shoma didn't believe in himself enough to win for sure, but I also think it was just realistic to not think of winning only. I think Shoma was always one that was in the mix to win but not as the favorite (and that's not bc of the judges but bc of BV and consistency) Tbh Nathan had a crazy consistency and also Yuzu's consistency was way better than Shoma's so in reality the chance to win against Nathan (after 2017-2018 season) and Yuzu (from the start) was slim. If everyone would have been clean, Shoma would not have won. When Shoma started to have 5 quads in 2021-2022 then he could cross the line to win on his own accord, before his BV would not have allowed him to pass Yuzu and Nathan even with a clean skate. But up until then it was not only a lack of confidence. I think Shoma was just realistic. Btw Shoma tried to have a different approach in 2018-2019. He did in fact tell media that he wants to win against Nathan and Yuzu. But this approach let him down. He was good in practice and never got it together in competition against Nathan and Yuzu. I think this approach was even what lead him to struggle so much mentally until he felt he was not good enough for any medal. He was close to quitting soon after Worlds 2019. He came in with the height of winning 4cc and delivered worse than ever at Worlds that season. Afterwards I think the believe in himself was completely broken. It took 2 years to get back on a confidence level and then there was also COVID...that was an emotional rollercoaster, never in a million years would I have imagined him to become back to back World champion, I was worried he would quit without ever achieving any big title.

"This season, it looks like he has mixed feelings regarding competition about artistry and all. But this aspect aside, when he was asked about beating Malinin, he says it is difficult. If we check the reality, I think it is not true. [...] In the end, I am afraid Shoma will create his own obstacles by believing he cannot achieve this or that. For me, he is a skater who has a chance of getting olympic gold medal if he continues."

Again I think Shoma is just being realistic. I am the first person to emphasize that Shoma is still in Gold contender position and I was also the one to continuesly emphasize that the Gold was his to lose last season and I sort of still believe that, bc Shoma so far did not deliver his absolute best while skaters like Ilia and Adam this season have still room for adding points but especially Adam I consider to be at a maximum PB score if he's not adding more difficulty. If Ilia would have landed the 4A at GPf 2023 ofc his points would have been a tad higher as well but it's still nothing that Shoma could not achieve with clean skates for SP and FS. Yet realistically Ilia, Adam and Yuma also have a chance to win, bc their score potential is so close to one another, so for me it's a way healthier approach to not expect to win but just try to focus on yourself and your own goal instead of the win only. I also don't think winning only is truly what Shoma wants at this point bc he said himself that winning is cool but also kind of boring, he lost motivation last season with winning. (That's not a direct quote but a summary btw) Shoma experienced to win, but instead of bunking on his legacy and focusing on a winning streak, he reduced the technical content knowing very well that it would cost him points if he doesn't manage to skate his current BV clean - with a quad more you have more room for mistakes - yet he chose this approach for the season. He also knew a focus on artistry would not get him better scores, yet he still chose this path. If Shoma's goal would be winning only he would not have changed his 5 quad approach this season. He can still very well do the 4S, he could return to a 5 quad program to have better chances at beating Ilia but he so far decided against it. So let's see if he adds it back in for Worlds.

I think Shoma has a chance of getting Gold at Olympics but tbh at this point I doubt that it's what he wants. The Olympics was never as important for him than for everyone else. In 2018 he even said it's just another competition. He underestimated the aftereffects of the celebrity like status and expectations that followed bc of it, but the competition itself was not more meaningful to him. I think 2022 was not that different. I am not convinced that Worlds 2024 will be his last competition, but at the same time I am also not convinced that it's not his last. If Shoma has the ideal skate he thrives for - what medal that may be - he may retire. And actually if that's what he feels is best for him than that's ok. I come to terms with the fact that Shoma will retire sooner or later, it took me a long time but now I can say I am at peace with that.

I don't see Shoma's way as a "psychological obstacle", I see it as a healthy approach to competition. I have seen the contrary approach in Yuzu: Yuzu was all about winning, specific titles, specific goals and that's what worked for him lots of times, but I don't feel it's a healthy approach to always aim for first when you know it's not always gonna happen, no one in this sport is truly unbeatable bc ice is slippery. It will make you unhappy if you're not able to achieve your goals. So in this sense I always felt Shoma has a healthier mindset. It's not that Shoma doesn't like winning or doesn't want to win, but he is realistic that it might not always happen. Shoma will never see himself as an unbeatable competitor, bc he is realistic and bc he knows his flaws. He is not boastful and overconfident, he is humble indeed but I think that's what makes him special that he sees his competition and is happy for them if they achieve something for themselves. He's not unhappy when others win, look at how complimentary Shoma was of Nathan, Yuzu, Adam, Ilia and Yuma. Even if Shoma feels unfairly treated like at NHK23 he didn't begrudge Yuma his win, he let out his frustration against the judges in the interview, but imo he was more unhappy with the result bc he felt the skate was good and didn't get the proper reward, so ppl would like to rewatch it and bc Stephane was so upset about it. If all Shoma cares a bit too much about his surroundings - his fans, the coaches, other skaters - but I don't think that's a bad trait to have. I think if it wouldn't be for fans and Stephane and probably a bit of not knowing what else to do, Shoma would have long retired, but he is still here to reward us all, not himself imo. (Bruh this guy doesn't even know where he keeps all his medals and wanted to gift his medal to the grave. Good that he has a family that cares) It may seem contradictory but I think that's what truly works for him. This season the scores have been quite disappointing - also for Shoma himself - but if we look at it objectively his results ain't bad. He won Nationals, he got a Silver medal at GPF and all of this despite judges not being fully supportive of him, especially the technical panel has been even unfair, yet he didn't finish off podium. I am not disappointed that Shoma doesn't see himself as the best skater - what imo he currently definitely is - but I am disappointed even angry at ppl downplaying his achievements or his fans losing believe in his abilties. The results are out of Shoma's hands in the end - that's up to the judges how they treat him. Let's hope they are fair at Worlds.

I think just as important is that WE as his fans believe in him. That we support him. And with that believe of everyone else around him he has the believe in himself. I believe in Shoma. I trust in Shoma to deliver a performance that leaves us speechless. Will he win? Maybe. But even if not, what's the problem? He has two world titles, he's 26 years old, he has a long career and many medals. He has written his name in the history books. He's the 2nd most decorated Japanese skater of all time behind Yuzu. What more is there to achieve? 😌

[soundofastar]

*Knocks on your door innocently*

Hi chat, it's Uly anon are you surprised to see me? I hope not

HEY, I'VE BEEN DELAYING SENDING THIS ASK FOR SO LONG because I'm kind of awkward BUT I LOVE YOUR OCS. WHAT THE HELL, AND YOUR ARTSTYLE??? I'M GOING TO GOBBLE IT UP

Like, just let me steal your art rq /SILLY

Words can't describe how much I love your artstyle though like GOSH SODJFJFJRJEJRJ

Okay okay, so I don't really know how to word this but I love misses and I also love Raena, if you are ever so kind. . .I would like to know anything that hasn't really been said IF YOU ARE SO INCLINED

But to be soooooo honest, I really love Raena, and he makes me so sad. So great job on doing that, because those are usually the best characters. I just *sighs* love Raena and Azazel 😔

MISHA !!!! ULYSSES !!!! They are a train reck, I fear, and I LIVE for it. GOSH they are so silly willy

Also, if you don't know, it's basically my full-time job to fangirl so I'm so sorry about that 😓

I hope this finds you well !!! And have a great day :)

-Ulysses loving anon

haha, hello uly anon! its really nice to see you as well! im really glad you enjoy my art (mine art style ..... You Ate it....... UAAAAA) and my characters!!!

don't worry about being a fangirl, its really flattering and exciting for me that people find my characters interesting (all thanks to neon!! love you so much. SIBLING BLAST! :]) and fun!

moving on, i believe neon has talked a lot about misses in general, however misha on her own is mostly my realm (of course, shes my character...) so i will give you general information about her, haha! dont worry, she has some relation to raena (whose information has almost been exhausted), so i will touch on him eventually.

misha kiselyov is the owner of a clothing brand within novaturient. her company is surprisingly not that predatory (at least for novaturient standards), yet not completely absolved from flaws and things of the such. aside from that, she does participate in the creation of clothing, and shes quite a prodigy in fashion design. in her free time, she does on-request tailoring of the highest quality!

she met ulysses through a one-time date, and they did decide that a relationship was just, Not For Them, but continued talking to eachother. kind of as a rebound, and also because...

well. misha's husband was killed in the war! (his name was elpenor!) he kind of fell and died because he was drunk. whoops. but misha's son received the letter of his death, and misha wished to take revenge on ulysses after the death of her son, ilia kiselyov. (he died during a magical girl duel, unrelated to the war)

this is why she has a weird situationship with her. to make things short, she kept talking and asking for favors of him and essentially maintaining a 'relationship' with him to eventually enact her plan. this didnt work. she fell for him.

why favors, you ask? well, misha did eventually remarry. she married miss aracea! an inquisitor that did really fucked up shit with her husband in the denizen district!

and ulysses told her about this before they got married. what a nice guy! misha did take this at face value, since he wasnt lying, but didnt really hold affection for miss aracea anymore. its okay, because miss aracea's daughter, mikhailis aracea, kind of went crazy and killed her parents! not misha. she loves misha.

misha used ulysses to get contacts to other corpheads and get the best opportunities for her daughter, whom she proceded to adopt after the death of both araceas.

however, she isn't an only child. her brother is none other than raena mondlicht iuris! due to his parents' history as inquisitors, he decided to fully distance himself from his family, and that included poor mikhailis. mikhailis really loves her brother, though, even if hes painfully neutral about her.

as it stands, misha really does care and love for ulysses. its... a bit painful for her, actually. she feels like shes betraying her diseased fiance, but at the same time, she really couldnt help it. its destined to fail, though. misha is no penelope, and nothing will change that. but she also loves toying and messing with him. it did get her injured a few times (we dont talk about the twice-happening roleplay cannibalism incident. we do, actually.) but shes a strong woman!

i think that's a lot of information. i may be missing a bunch, but it's more fun to not share everything sometimes! hope you enjoyed, uly anon! :) happy to see you around here!

art cred: @ / wolvzephyr (here on tumblr!)

[jesperweidemann]

r/CreativeWriting on Reddit Writing Contest

(Copy/Pasted from the Reddit post)

As we continue to foster community interaction and encourage a regular writing habit, we're excited to unveil this month's theme:

This Month’s Prompt is: Scary Stories

Unleash your darkest fears and wildest imaginations. Whether it’s a haunted house, a ghostly encounter, or a psychological thriller, we want to be terrified by your tales. This prompt is open to any scary or horror story of any genre. Here are some ideas to get you started:

Realistic Horror: Stories that could happen in real life, making them all the more terrifying.

Psychological Thrillers: Tales that delve into the human mind, exploring fear, paranoia, and the unknown.

Supernatural Encounters: Ghosts, spirits, and otherworldly beings that haunt the living.

Fake True Stories: Craft a story that feels like it could be a true account, blurring the lines between reality and fiction.

Urban Legends: Modern myths that are passed down through generations, often with a chilling twist.

Classic Horror: Vampires, werewolves, and other traditional horror elements reimagined in new ways.

The only restriction this month is that they MUST be a short story (fits in a single post which is 40k characters or roughly 8k words).

How Does This Work?

Starting on the first Sunday of every month (delayed this month, sorry), we invite you to interoperate our given prompt into stories, poems, essays, or any form of creative writing that sparks your imagination. Remember to use the 'Monthly Prompt' flair when you post your submission.

At the end of the month, we'll highlight the three submissions that resonated most with our community (based on upvotes). The creators of these pieces will have the opportunity to share a link to an external site that promotes their work. This is your chance to showcase where your writing can be purchased, a rare exception to our usual guidelines.

We are excited to announce a new reward for the top posts! The winners of our monthly prompts will be featured in a video compilation. In this video, their entries will be read aloud and accompanied by simple artwork inspired by either the entry or the prompt. These videos will be uploaded to both Reddit and YouTube, providing a broader platform for showcasing your incredible work. Additionally, the videos will include information about the authors and any adverts they wish to include.

Winners will also receive their standalone segment, which they can upload to their own channels or platforms. If a drawing is created specifically for their story, they will receive the files and be free to use the art as they wish, provided proper attribution is given.

We are exploring collaborations with voice actors and narrators to bring your stories to life. Narrations will be done by BowtieMaddness and art will be done by our moderator JestJesper.