#(one she immensely regrets and is embarrassed by)

[headfullof-ideas]

Fontaine and Ant meet their future partners in…very different ways

Fontaine and Nate meet during a festival at the coastal village he lives at, on an island not a days trip from the Aronnax’s base and where a number of the Nektons family friends also happen to live, leading to frequent visits.

Meanwhile, Ant and Kari meet at the college Kari’s dad works at, and where a number of the Nektons interns attend for school.

Their first meeting with one another is…about as chaotic as the pair of them are together, and not off to the same start as Fontaine and Nate’s was. And due to Kari’s dad being one of the (if less liked) scientists stationed at the Aronnax’s base that works for the WOA, and Kari spending her summers at the college he does his research at, they have a fair number more interactions than either of them want at first.

[redrose10]

i see you're taking more reqs!! i wanted to suggest a yoongi sugar daddy or dilf au maybe? or both? 🤪 i don't have anything specific in mind tbh, maybe something he did makes oc jealous and then he reassures her? or whatever else you'd like to do will be fine!

There will be a part 2 to this. I hope its’s okay and that you like it so far!

Idol Yoongi x Female Spouse Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, body insecurity, hints of cheating, Jealousy, maybe more…

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You admired the man standing infront of you carefully fixing his tie so that he could look perfect for the evening ahead.

“I can’t believe I lost my cherry tie.”, he pouted as he spritzed on some cologne. “I’m sure it’ll turn up, besides we’re supposed to dress formally tonight and a tie with little cherries on it isn’t exactly formal.”, you chuckled. It was the night of the talent show at your daughter’s school. They had asked the parents to dress as nicely as possible to really make the kids feel like it was a special night for them.

When your husband gave you a little spin you couldn’t help but be stunned in silence. Your husband Yoongi was incredibly handsome. His suit was tailored to hit him perfectly. More than though he was also charming and charismatic with a smile that could melt even the coldest of people. Not to mention the immense amount of talent that he had. It was no surprise that he had people all over the world shouting Yoongi Marry Me any chance they got.

You were lucky though. You were the one he fell in love with. The one he calls his and the one he comes homes to at the end of the day. You are the one he started a family with that was growing by one more any day now. All of this should keep you happy and satisfied yet somehow you often, especially lately, felt like you weren’t quite enough.

“Ready?”, Yoongi asked as he reached out for your hand. His wedding ring glistened in the light. You groaned as he helped you get off of the bed. You were nine months pregnant with your guys second child. Your belly was large and you were sore and swollen and exhausted, but you were determined to watch your five year old daughter perform in her school’s winter talent show. Yoongi kept his hands on your waist to make sure you were steady before you took any steps. “You look beautiful Y/N.”, he said before placing a kiss to your lips. “I look like a cherry about to burst.”, you groaned while really regretting the red dress you had chosen. “You don’t…but even if you did you know I’ve always had a thing for cherries.”, he smirked before leading you to the car.

The school was packed. Yoongi walked infront of you to help create a path while his hand was gripping yours tightly to pull you through the crowd with him. Every few steps he would take a look back at you to make sure you were still doing okay all while politely dodging questions and denying other eager parents of photos and autographs. He knew your feet were already killing you so he was trying his best to get to your seats quickly and without being noticed, but unfortunately being a famous idol came with lots of attention, both positive and negative.

You heard the gasps, the camera shutters, the whispers,

“He’s so gorgeous.”

“He’s even better looking in person.”

“I hope I have a husband like him one day.”

“Yoongi’s such a good dad. His daughter is lucky.”

But there were also the negative ones that were mostly directed at you and while you were used to it by now they were still uncalled for and hurt you quite a bit.

“Wow, I know she’s pregnant, but that’s not an excuse to let herself go like that.”

“Yoongi must be so embarrassed of her.”

“Yeah he could do so much better.”

“Yoongi is definitely cheating on her. There’s no way he still finds that attractive.”

The entire walk to your seat you kept your focus on Yoongi’s hand intertwined with yours while willing yourself to ignore the comments and not end up crying on your daughter’s big night.

The auditorium quickly filled with family members as well as some school staff all ready to watch the kids put on the show they had worked so hard for.

The principal gave a little speech and then the curtain opened and the first act commenced. The kids were adorable and you loved watching them put all of their talents on display. You and Yoongi especially loved the little boy who danced to Boy With Luv.

“And next we have Hana Min.”, the announcer said. You laughed as Yoongi got his phone out ready to take a video.

Your daughter scanned the crowd looking for the two of you and immediately started waving as soon as she saw you. Then she went on to do a wonderful job performing a dance to a piano tune Yoongi had recorded for her. The crowd applauded and you couldn’t have been prouder. Then after a few more acts it was finally time to leave.

“What do you think? Ice cream on the way home?”, Yoongi smiled as he helped you out of your chair. “You know me so well.”, you chuckled going to take a step forward when you were cut off by a group of the other moms. You recognized them from various events around the school. You had always tried to be nice and friendly wanting to make some friends, but they always excluded you for some reason. You assumed it was jealousy, but never really probed for a reason.

Now they were surrounding your husband badgering him with compliments and questions,

“Hana must’ve got her talent and her cuteness from you Yoongi.”

“Are you free to give my son piano lessons? I’ll pay EXTRA….*wink wink*”

“Have you been working out? Your shoulders look so broad.”

“You’re such a good dad Yoongi. I wish my husband was half as involved as you are.”

Those comments you could ignore. They were nothing different than the usual things you heard and you had seen even worse online over the years.

“Oh Yoongs…I’m so glad to see you here.”, an unfamiliar voice spoke from behind you. A woman, about your age maybe a little younger, was walking up towards you and your husband. Her floor length shimmering gold gown caught your attention thanks to the way it perfectly hugged every curve of her body. You thought the thigh high slit was a little inappropriate for a kids event, but you couldn’t deny it looked good. Her hair was long and curled perfectly which matched her perfectly applied makeup. You started to feel like you should’ve put more effort into your appearance tonight, but just getting dressed was an accomplishment on its own at this stage of your pregnancy. You were so caught up in her appearance that it took a moment for her words to process in your brain.

“Yoongs?”, you questioned with furrowed brows.

The grip Yoongi had on your hand increased, almost to the point of pain and you had to pull away.

“Aera.”, he nodded, “It’s nice to see you here.”

“The talent show was great. Little Hana did amazing. I would’ve loved to sit up front with you, but my asshole of an ex-husband cancelled at the last minute. Chul was devastated and it took a while for me to convince him to still show up and perform so I got here just as the show was starting.”

“Yeah he did a great job. He has definitely got a shot at a rap career.”, your husband smiled.

You had seen this play out many times before. Someone would tell Yoongi how he inspired their kid to get into music and he would play it off and get all shy and nonchalant. This time seemed different though, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Well he has a great mentor in you.”, she replied, “I just wish he had a dad as good as you too.”

Your husband awkwardly chuckled before running his hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his. He tried reaching for your hand to lead you away when Aera suddenly jumped in excitement startling both of you, “Oh, I almost forgot!” She started digging around in her purse before pulling out a neatly folded tie. Not just any tie, but the tie you had given Yoongi on your third wedding anniversary. It was covered in little cherries, an inside joke between the two of you. It was the tie with the cherries that he was looking for earlier and thought he had lost.

You started to pull your hand out of his wanting to question why this woman had his tie in her purse, but he strengthened his grip keeping you put.

Aera handed it over, “You left it at my place a few weeks ago and I just keep forgetting to give it back. I’m just so forgetful sometimes.”

You forcefully ripped your hand out of Yoongi’s grasp and backed away. There was only one reason why your husband would remove his tie at another woman’s house and the thought of it made you sick.

[sixosix]

UR EVENT IS SO CUTE !! n u already know who im requesting for whehwhw

shinsou, chemistry textbook (sorry), fluff

CONGRATS AGAIN u deserve 5k more 💗💗💗

a/n hi kei THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YUO and i knew this was coming, i could smell it miles away. the moment you sent an ask i was already bracing myself for the word hitoshi...

notes 1.2k words, WARNING CURSING,  everything is normal and hitoshi is peacefully  in 1-A au, bit of crack i fear, but fluff nonetheless

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

It was study night.

Unsurprisingly, Midoriya was the first to sit on the couch, textbook and pen in hand. No one could ever dream of beating Midoriya Izuku—not even Iida or Yaoyorozu, who was pretty normal about intense studying habits. Everyone else followed after him, and soon enough, the common room began to get crowded. Bakugou was fuming, with sparks coming from his palms as he yelled at his friends, were you even listening to class?! while Mina and Sero howled with laughter, Kirishima and Kaminari were trying their best, and Midoriya was waving his hands, spluttering, calm down, Kacchan! You’re disturbing the others! Promptly followed by a drawn out: HAAA? It was a miracle they even got Bakugou Katsuki to tutor them.

And it was fun. It was lively, and you felt at home, but someone was missing, and you noticed his absence right away.

You hesitated. Shinsou was fairly new in the class—and although he adjusted well considering the class welcomed him with open arms, he was still a little distanced. You wanted to close the distance. Hitoshi seemed like a nice guy, just a little shy. (“You just think he’s cute, don’t you?” Imaginary Uraraka whispered in your ear, all leery and uncomfortably hitting too close.)

You slipped away from the class, and you were really hoping you were as stealthy as you thought, but Uraraka’s eyes seemed to have snapped to yours like she was starring in a horror movie. You froze.

“Where are you going?” Uraraka asked sweetly. You regretted telling her about your crush every time shit like this happened.

“I forgot my pen,” you said, then dashed off before Iida or Midoriya could offer theirs.

Your room was on the same floor as Shinsou’s—the fourth floor, by the far corner; his was beside Bakugou’s, while yours was beside Mina’s. Your rooms were technically—almost—across from each other.

But as you reached the fourth floor, you hesitated. Would it seem creepy if you went to fetch him? You didn’t want to come off as eager, but you also didn’t want to act disinterested. Augh. This was too complicated. Having a crush was too complicated.

Running on frustration, you took this as an opportunity to man the fuck up and knock on his door. Knock, knock. You instantly flamed in embarrassment.

There was a bit of clanging from inside, as if not expecting anyone to have checked up on him—which was a reasonable deduction. You might have been pushing too hard.

The door slowly inched open and revealed Shinsou, with his brows furrowed and lips pulled downward before it morphed into surprise as you waved sheepishly.

“Y/N,” he said, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he knew your name—everyone introduced themselves to him, and he isn’t super fresh to your faces—but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your name in his… gorgeously low voice.

“Hey,” you said, then felt immensely pathetic. Seriously? Hey? In response to that? The only appropriate response was to swoon and faint on his chest. “I—uh, we were wondering if you wanted to join study night, in case you didn’t know.”

“Oh.” He blinked, then looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I know about that. Uh, I was looking for my textbook. I couldn’t find it…”

“Ohh,” you said, like the perfect conversationalist you were. “I can let you borrow mine. If you want, I mean.”

And in classic Y/N fashion, you began to think. What if you missed something? What if looking for his textbook was his excuse not to join? What if you inadvertently pressured him into joining?

“Ah, really?” And then Shinsou smiled, and angels started singing. It was only a quirk on one side, but it was there. It was there, and it was goddamn beautiful. “Thanks.”

“N-No problem,” you said weakly, a deflated balloon.

You moved backward like you were hypnotized as Shinsou stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He was tall, but something else about his presence seemed bigger about him. You silently thanked Eraserhead for training Shinsou.

Shinsou scratched the back of his nape and asked, “Should we go, then?”

Like a moth drawn to a flame.

When the elevator dinged, the class turned and greeted you and Shinsou, even when you were already there before. Uraraka was quick as ever; she was grinning wide like a mother too excited to encourage her children to interact with their peers. You glared at her when Shinsou’s eyes curiously slipped to where you were staring. Then everyone turned back to mind their business; whether it was mercy on your humiliation or politeness for Shinsou’s shyness, you were just grateful.

But there was a problem.

Shinsou realized it at the same time as you, too. There was no space left where the class had gathered: the long row of tables and chairs. You could’ve sworn you had a seat beside Todoroki Shouto, but it was not there anymore.

Shinsou craned his neck and gestured at a suspiciously empty green loveseat by the corner. “We should just sit over there?”

“Yes,” you said, hoping that you didn’t sound too delighted. “Yes, uh, you’re right. Which textbook were you looking for?”

“My Chemistry one was missing.” Oh, Chemistry, for once a blessing to your life.

With a skip in your step, you walked to the table and returned to where Shinsou was waiting patiently. This was wonderful. You were on cloud nine. You sat beside Shinsou, with a bit of distance out of respect, but distance didn’t matter when it was just you and him in this corner.

“Thank you,” Shinsou murmured—ohhh, he murmured; how is it possible for a teenage boy to have his voice get that low?—and settled in his seat, fingers thumbing your textbook open. He still looked a little tense, but you were really hoping it was not because of you.

“No problem,” you said, beaming up at him. You pulled out your English textbook because you didn’t want to seem lazy in front of him. “If you have questions about the quiz, you can ask me!”

Shinsou cocked a brow and tilted his head. “You understand this?”

He gestured at the equations printed by the far end of the pages. In truth, it made your head hurt and your eyes water just looking at the equation that most likely had the same length as a paragraph, but you knew nothing. If drawing Lewis Structures until your hand is cramped and you went cross-eyed and determining the molecular structure of liquids was your only ticket to talking with Shinsou, then—well… Chemistry was your favorite, now.

“Sure,” you said.

“I’ll be in your care, then,” Shinsou said lowly.

Ahh, so charming. You hoped your eyes weren’t in the shape of hearts.

While 1-A studied relentlessly—and violently, thanks to Bakugou—you and Shinsou were tucked in the corner, murmuring to each other about Thermodynamics and shit. He was a fast learner and cracked jokes at the right time. It felt like you had known him forever.

At some point, Shinsou drifted off and started talking about cats. You didn’t know how, either, but the lull of his voice made you hardly care. Then, at some point, your head ended up on Shinsou’s broad shoulder as you slept. You wouldn’t have seen it because you were off in dreamland and most likely dreaming about Shinsou, but Shinsou had smiled fondly and stayed there. He wondered if it would be too obvious if he borrowed another textbook tomorrow.

[asktheritochampion]

Soo... What's your true opinion on Teba, Tulin, and Saki? :)

Why are you so intent on ruining every half decent relation I have and obliterating my dignity in the process?

Tulin is the only Rito in the past hundred years who has been able to harness the winds as I can. Not only I am unbelievably proud of the kid, but this ability we - and only we - share, connects us. I wish to train him everything I know. I feel immensely protective of him and would give my very life to protect him – not that I wouldn’t for most people I suppose. I had a brother once by blood; Tulin is more of a brother to me than he ever was.

The wind connects our souls, and we are both her children.

Teba is the most phenomenal Rito Warrior I have ever met, past or present.

The intensity of his training is admirable, even to me. While he may never have mastered the skies, his archery skills are so advanced that I believe that if he didn’t hold back, he would defeat even me in a contest of skill – and that is not an assumption I would award lightly.

Not only is he an unmatched warrior but a wise and confident leader to our people, and an incredible father to his son. He is the Rito all men should aspire to be. I admire him so much that it’s embarrassing. I feel pathetically desperate to make him proud and I don’t even know why.

He told me once that he would be proud to call me a son and I’ve been in an emotional war with myself ever since; both wanting to cling onto my title as his worshipped hero from the past, but also crumbling beneath the childish desire to feel wanted and loved. The notion should be terribly patronising shouldn't it?! I’m the Rito Champion and an adult grown man - I do not need a father or a parent of any kind. So why am I incapable of thinking of him without calling him dad in my mind? Why is it that all I want is for him to tell me he's proud of me all the time?! Why do I need that?! What is wrong with me?!

Then there’s Saki.

Ever since I awoke from my passing, I feel as if I’ve been broken. Consumed with grief and regret, remorse and guilt and devastation. I lost everyone I ever knew, I never even got to apologise for failing them, it has been tearing me apart from the inside out. At first she took me into her home as a kindness, as most anyone would do when a Rito turns up without a roof over their head – but even during my very worst days, in moments where I’ve wished I could have remained dead, where I’ve been unable to eat or even rise from my hammock like a useless, pathetic fool, she’s been nothing but patient and kind to me.

From day one, she’s been treating me as if I were a beloved family member - even when at my lowest moments I’ve been nothing but rude or disruptive or downright pitiful. Nobody has ever given me that kind of endless, unconditional care, not even as a chick. I pretend to myself and to any who pry that my family died in some heroic battle, but I’m not dense, I know they left me behind because I was unwanted – that perhaps I was simply too much effort for too little gain. I’m constantly afraid that one day I’ll awaken and be asked to leave because I am simply too inconvenient - too rude and unpleasant, that I’m too intense to put up with – that somehow, despite being the best, that I’m still not good enough.

I could move out at any time really, it wouldn’t take long to build my own nest. But she...she smells and sounds like the vaguest memories of my own mother and being close to her makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never felt before and I just...I don’t know how to handle going back to not feeling like that anymore.

Everything is terrible and I just... want my mom.

…And thanks to you, the lot of them will likely never speak to me again after this mortifying admission.

Now if you don't mind, I need to go and hide under a rock and never show my face in the Village again.

[6/10 🧪✨]

[alicethenobody]

My personal interpretation of the “If the twins switched places.” concept in DMC. (part 1 where I talk about Vergil’s base personality, later posts will get more into the lore) I apologize if there’s mischaracterization, while it’s an AU that completely flips the story around I still don’t wish to mischaracterize anyone.

Dante is outside of the house instead of Vergil, claiming if his brother won’t play with him he’ll “have fun without him” because you know… kids. Eva saves Vergil this time because of this and dies while looking for Dante.

Vergil feels immense regret for ever thinking his mom didn’t love him as much as Dante, he hates himself for not realizing it until she died trying to save them both. And he regrets not being able to save his family either. Like canon Vergil, he has a fixation on getting stronger but he does it through training as opposed to raising demonic towers. He doesn’t want to give up his humanity in this universe because it was his mother’s humanity and love for him that kept him safe that day. Also instead of just idolizing the part of his father that was powerful he truly thinks about what set him apart from the other demons that made him more powerful, and he knows it’s his heart and desire to protect others. So Vergil aspires to be like him in that way. Also the ending of DMC5SE implies Vergil does remember the time he had with Sparda, unlike Dante who states he doesn’t really remember much about him. I think because he had a better idea of who his father was than his twin did and doesn’t resent him like Dante did for the earlier parts of their lives.

Vergil can come across as cold because he believes if people get too close to him they might get hurt, he’s aware that demons are after him due to his relation to Sparda and doesn’t wish for others to get hurt. There’s also just the fact that he’s always been the quiet type and doesn’t socialize too well, Dante was always the more social twin.

Also this Vergil lets his goofy/dorky side show more often. While he’s not CUHRAYZEE LETS START THE PARTY like Dante he has a dry sense of humor like V, though his jokes don’t often land for anyone but him. He also says jackpot more often and isn’t all embarrassed about it. Oh, and remember V’s EX taunt? Yeah, he’ll do that sometimes against his enemies. I can see him doing some classical dances while attacking demons.

Unlike Dante, he can run a stable business (though it should be noted Dante never really treated DMC like a business which is said in Deadly Fortune). He ends up reading plenty of books in order to guide him as well. He’s more willing to take jobs that stray from demon hunting because he’s aware he needs to pay his bills, he’s also able to avoid going into debt and avoids things like gambling. He sees his job as a way to atone for being unable to protect his family by saving as many people as possible, but nothing can truly ease the guilt in his heart. He often has nightmares about his family resenting him for not being strong enough to save them. He often wonders if he’s being punished for ever thinking Eva didn’t love him or for not playing with Dante that day.

I don’t think Vergil would be as adverse to his demon heritage as Dante, but I can imagine him trying to repress that side for a time because he’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself. The idea of not being in control of his actions terrifies him and so does possibly accidentally hurting the ones he loves. He doesn’t want to feel at fault for someone getting hurt ever again.

One last thing: He has a thing for anything chocolate. Sundaes, cakes, you name it. But he eats these in secret because he doesn’t want to appear “childish” for having a sweet tooth. So you won’t see him go to a bar and order these things. Also, he loves sushi and has a soft spot for instant noodles.

Next post I’ll talk about Dante, then the post after will be about Nero. I don’t want this to get too long.

[inuyashaluver]

edits - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your wife catches you watching edits of her when she’s asleep

warnings: suggestive, swearing

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you and your wife, leah grew up together. you went from childhood friends, meeting at the arsenal youth groups to lovers in a short amount of time, starting your romantic relationship at just 16 and her 17. you both got called up for the lioness senior team and continued both of your die hard arsenal lifestyle by playing in the club together.

you both have an immense amount of love and passion for each other. you both knew each other like the back of your hands, always there for one another emotionally and physically.

both of you were together all the time, seeing each other everyday, people truly wondered how you both didn’t get sick of each other. you and leah loved nothing more than to just be together, even if it was doing nothing.

it was national camp, meaning you and leah along with the lionesses were travelling around the world. training was gruelling, everyone was absolutely exhausted, this included your wife, the captain.

you had made it back to the hotel room, leah fast asleep next to you. she lay on her stomach with her arm resting on your waist. you were lying on your side, facing her and smiling watching her lightly breathe out, her nose slightly twitching.

you couldn’t believe that the girl you had a crush on all your life was yours. you ran a hand through her soft hair, she lightly woke up to move and rest her head on your chest, you now flat on your back. she continued to rise and fall on your chest while you played with her hair.

now that you knew she was out cold, it was time to engage in your favourite bedtime activity. it was time to watch your wife’s edits on tiktok.

you had a dedicated folder called ‘literal wife’ to store all of your favourite edits of your favourite girl. it had over 1000 videos.

you looked down at her and pulled out your phone opening tiktok. you search up ‘leah williamson edits’ on tiktok and couldn’t help but grin excitedly. had you seen most of these? yes. have you saved all of them? yes. do you see her everyday? yes - no regrets, you thought.

every new edit you saw, you liked and saved. you didn’t have a burner account, you didn’t care that people saw you fangirling over your wife. you frequently commented on people’s edits, thanking them for their services.

while watching the edits, you giggled and smiled. covering your mouth so you didn’t wake up the girl on your chest with you watching videos of her.

you stumble upon a new edit you had never seen before, you watch it through once and drop your phone next to you. you put your hands over your face and groaned. you were completely flushed, this girl had such a huge effect on you and you were literally married to her and took her last name.

the noise woke leah up, the audio continues to play in the background. she hovers over you and takes in your appearance. you’re lying down with your face covered, your body hot.

“are you alright, baby? what’s wrong?” she speaks softly, voice imbued with sleep.

you shook your head, still covering your face. leah is really concerned, the audio in the back was distracting her from deciphering what was wrong with you so she flips your phone to turn it off.

that’s when she sees it, you’re repeatedly watching fan edits of her, and you’ve saved it. she pauses, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. she moves to straddle your waist, pausing the video.

she grabs your hands from your face and pinning them to your sides. your face was so red, you were embarrassed that she caught you doing this while she’s literally on top of you.

“my girl, you’re my little number one fan, aren’t you?”

you move your gaze from her gorgeous face, looking anywhere but at her.

“ah ah, eyes on me, baby” she grabs your chin and directs your eyes to her. you move your hands to lightly rest on her hips, still bright red.

“what’re you doing, love?” she shakes her head at you, still grinning at you cockily.

“nothing” you reply so quick, she laughs.

“there’s no point in hiding it, baby, I saw your phone.” she starts, “nothing to be ashamed of, baby” she coos

“how much did you see, williamson” you question,

“I saw you watching a little edit of me, mrs williamson, why have you got more up your sleeve?”

“psh, no, in your dreams!” you exclaim

leah took one look at you and knew you were lying. she darts forward and grabs your phone. you try to grab it off her but she pushes you into the bed with her hips, holding the phone above your head. there was no point now. she was extremely strong.

“oh my god” her eyes widened, “you’re joking!” her jaw hung open a little. your ‘literal wife’ folder was the only collection you had made on tiktok. it had so many videos, leah could not believe what she was seeing.

“baby” she breathes out, she looks at you with so much love at this moment, you had to cover your face again. she threw her head back in giggles, “stop it lee, I’m embarrassed” you muffled from behind your hands.

“if I could marry you again, right here right now I would” you peek at her through your hands,

“I’m so flattered right now, I don’t know what to say” leah was so shocked, one about how many videos you had saved and two how much she found this attractive.

you giggle at her, “really?” she nods her head frantically and you smile up at her. she moves down to place a searing kiss on your lips, whining into your mouth and moving her hands under your (her) shirt, grazing your warm skin. you move your hands in her hair again. both of you were frantic in the kiss, wanting to express all your emotions through actions.

she prodded her tongue at your bottom lip and you grant her access. your tongues now moving with each other completely in sync. everything so fluid, you both knew each other too well. the kiss progressed in a night of you and leah showing your appreciation for each other.

she collapses next to you. both of you completely breathless, she holds your hand tightly. “I love that we’re married and you fangirl over me while I’m asleep, want me to sign your boob or something?” she presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you giggle at her, “do you want to know a secret, williamson?”

“tell me, baby girl” she looks over at you. you slightly sit up, propped up on your elbow. both of you had extremely wide pupils and swollen lips.

“I watch them every night and every time we’re apart” you whisper at her, placing a kiss on her cheek.

she groans. “you’ve got a lot of nerve, williamson, telling me that and expecting me to be okay after it”

“says you, williamson! maybe if you weren’t so hot, I wouldn’t have to do this, would I?”

“but you do” she winks,

“yeah, I do” you scrunch your nose at her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

the next night, you fell asleep first. leah did an absolute number on you last night, you were exhausted, training doing no you no favours. she smiled watching you sleeping on top of her. your roles reversed from the previous night. she traced shapes on your back as you cuddled into her chest.

she was bored. you had gone to bed so early and now she had nothing to do. suddenly an idea flashes in her head. edits. she quickly took out her phone and searched up ‘(y/n) williamson edits’, smiling uncontrollably. she completely understands your obsession. saving thousands to her own new little folder named ‘my wifey’.

this girl was you exactly, giggling and smiling at edits of you on her phone. you woke up at the sound, leah froze and looked down at you. you slightly move off her to look at her phone.

“well, well, well, mrs williamson, look who’s obsessed now.”

“baby, I won’t even lie, you’re so fucking hot I think I’m losing my mind. how the fuck did I pull you?” she groaned.

you sat up immediately, straddling her. déjà vu for both of you.

“are you fucking joking? how did I pull you? have you seen yourself? god! you could run me over with a car and I’d say thank you” she laughs, loudly, you look at her offended, how could she doubt herself to you.

“as much as we could argue about how we pulled each other, please let me show you my favourite edits of you” she pleaded, shamelessly smiling at you.

“only if I can show you mine”

“it’s a deal, williamson”

the night consisted of you showing each other your favourite edits of each other. fangirling over each other. later on, you search up ‘(y/n) and leah williamson’ watching edits of both of you and your long term relationship. both of you sharing laughs, tears and many, many kisses.

let’s just say, edits bring out the worst in both of you. the team making fun of you for your matching hickes. you’ll both need a lot of concealer.

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[inou-ie]

Pairing: Tingyun x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, masturbation, heat cycle, strap-on, crying during sex.

Author's notes: I'm sorry for the anon who requested this, it took so long.

MDNI

Your eyes snap open when you feel heavy weight bearing down upon your body, you feel so sore and it's getting hard to breathe.

"Ah.. you're awake..." Your eyes widen at the sight of Tingyun naked while clinging onto your body tightly her fingers thrusting in and out of her own pussy, despite the pain coursing through your body due to waking up in such an uncomfortable position, you couldn't summon the strength to push her away, especially when she looks so vulnerable.

Tingyun spoke breathlessly, her face flushed with embarrassment and her breaths ragged. "I'm... sorry if I woke you," she murmured, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Please... don't move away."

You nod in response, staying still like she asked you to while Tingyun keeps fingering and grinding her cunt against your now wet thigh while moaning into your ear. You can feel her hot breath tickling you.

"Please.. please help me.." Tingyun spoke again, but this time with her eyes full of tears.. she looks like in pain, it made your heart ache.

You couldn't help but feel the immense pain and suffering in Tingyun's voice. Despite your initial hesitation, you knew that she needed help—and not just any kind of help. She was in heat, a state where foxes experience an overwhelming sexual desire.

"Lie down, I'll take care of you..." You gave her a reassuring smile before taking a deep breath, you held her close, ignoring the fear that gripped your heart. Gently pushing her down the bed, spreading her legs open to reveal her soaked pussy, already dripping with anticipation for your touch. With one swift movement, you inserted two fingers into her tight, warm hole, filling her up completely.

"Like that... please, please don't stop..." Tingyun's body jolted at the intrusion, both from surprise and pleasure. Moans escaped her lips as you began to thrust your fingers in and out of her depths, finding her g-spot each time and rubbing it softly. Her musky scent filled the air around you, becoming almost overpowering as her arousal intensified.

Tingyun's body trembled under your touch, her whimpers and moans intermingling with her tears. She clutched at your shirt, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to hold onto something in the midst of the storm raging within her.

"It burns... I can't take it. Please do more!" Tingyun begged while whimpering like a helpless puppy. Her hips buckled forward, offering herself up completely to you. Her pussy gripped your fingers tightly, milking them for every drop of pleasure they could give her. Your free hand moved down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently before sliding between her legs to rub against her swollen clit.

"Good girl... just let go, I won't stop until you're satisfied." You spoke softly, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. The tension built inside Tingyun until it felt like she would explode from the pressure alone. Finally, with a loud cry that seemed to echo through the room, she came undone—her walls contracting around your fingers, her hot cum spurting out over your hand and wrist. It was messy but so beautiful that you couldn't help but be caught up in the moment yourself.

Tingyun's orgasm was so powerful that it seemed to go on forever. Her inner walls clamped down tightly around your fingers, refusing to let you pull away from the incredible sensation.

"Please...," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pulsing rhythm of her climax. "I need more." Tingyun wrapped her arms around you tightly as she sobbed, her tail wrapping around your arm. It was so cute but you also felt bad that she was in pain.

You understood that Tingyun needed more than just your fingers so you planted a soft kiss on her cheek before speaking. "Let me get ready. Wait for me, okay? I'll give you more." Tingyun gave you a nod as she reluctantly let go of your body.

After getting yourself ready, coming back with the biggest strap you have.. you found Tingyun touching herself while burying her face into your pillow, taking in your scent while mumbling your name repeatedly. Poor foxian, she must be needing you so bad...

When Tingyun noticed your presence, she immediately positioned herself. Spreading her legs wide as she tears up. "You're back...! please... I need you inside me." she opened her arms, begging you to come closer, which you did.

Stepping closer still, you positioned yourself between her parted thighs and slowly pushed forward into the waiting heat of her pussy. She arched her back off the bed slightly, taking more of your length inside her than before as she tried to alleviate some of the pressure building up within.

Her cunt gripped tightly around your strap, milking it for every last drop of pleasure it could give her. Your free hand found its way down to cup one of her perky breasts, pinching a nipple softly making Tingyun gasp and moan.

Her face lit up with pure joy as you began to pound into her, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Her moans and cries of pleasure echoed around you.

"It's so good..." Tingyun whispers in between her moans, wrapping her arms around your neck to run her fingers through your hair while her legs locked around you, pulling you closer still.

"It is.." You whispered back before leaning down to give her a deep and passionate kiss. Tingyun loved it when you kiss her while moving inside, after all. Her nails dug into your back lightly, drawing small lines of blood that only served to heighten both of your arousals even further. As Tingyun approached another orgasm, her breath hitched in her throat, each moan sounding almost like a sob from how intense it was for her.

"More... it burns inside me... please..." Tingyun sobbed as she held onto you as tight as she can while her body shook from the intense orgasm. Her voice was filled with pleading desperation as she begged for more, her body trembling violently beneath yours.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders painfully as she tried to hold on tight enough not to lose herself in this moment. Her hips buckled forward, meeting every thrust of yours.

As you continue to move in and out of her, you watched as Tingyun's face contorts with pleasure. She kept begging for you not to stop even as she already came over and over again. Her tail wrapped tightly around your thigh while her limbs are around your body tightly, making it hard to move.

You wiped her tears away gently before kissing her forehead, the small gesture made Tingyun grip your strap inside even tighter, she must love you a lot...

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room once more, creating a rhythm that seemed to echo endlessly. The bed was already soaked with Tingyun's cum—a testament to just how many times you had brought her to orgasm.

You took her in every position imaginable: doggy style, missionary, cowgirl... each one sending another wave of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies. Her cries and moans filled the air, muffled slightly by the pillows she bit down on in an attempt to stifle some of the noise.

As dawn started to break through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day, the waves of pleasure finally subsided and left Tingyun weak-kneed but satisfied, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her forehead. "Are you okay?" you whispered softly against her skin.

She nodded, still catching her breath after such an intense experience. "Yes... thank you." Tingyun replied softly as she hugs your body, burying her face in your chest while nibbling on your breast, trying her best to stay awake just to show you her gratitude for helping her through her heat. After some more minutes of cuddling and praising Tingyun, she finally drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile.

[xxelliewxx]

Forst and Fire {Ellie x Reader} Chapter 8

Pairings: loser!(AFAB)Reader x hockey player!Ellie

Synopsis: When y/n is requested to tutor Ellie Williams in organic chemistry, she expects arrogance and attitude from the hockey player. However, she discovers a different aspect of Ellie’s tough exterior, revealed through humor and fleeting glances. This raises the question: why does Ellie go to great lengths to embarrass and harass y/n whenever they are in the presence of others?

Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, sexual/physical assault, alcohol, violence, trauma (if I miss any let me know!)

w/c: 3.2k

an: sorry, this chapter is a little longer than others, but I hope you enjoy it :)

Previous Chapter

Titanium Heart

"I'm Joel, by the way. I'm Ellie's father."

You sat there, mouth slightly open, completely taken aback by the man before you. His hand extended toward you in a gesture of greeting, and you quickly reached out to shake it, eager to avoid any semblance of rudeness. "I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you."

He offered you a soft smile, though it lacked the warmth of his eyes, a familiar expression that sent a jolt through you. Yes, she is his daughter, alright. "Let me ask you once more, how do you know my daughter?" The man faced you completely now, the game slipping from his mind as the players retreated to their locker rooms to strategize and rally one another.

His inquiry was not delivered harshly, yet his imposing presence made you feel as though your response carried immense significance. "We're classmates; I tutor her in organic chemistry." 

A flicker of comprehension crossed his face, and a subtle smirk danced on his lips, hinting at a secret he held. It vanished almost instantly, replaced by a soft nod. "Ah, I see. She might have mentioned you once or twice."

Your cheeks burned with warmth, and it had nothing to do with the frigid air of the rink. Ellie mentioned you? To her father no less? The idea sent a thrill through you that felt almost too delightful to handle, even as a voice in your head warned you to step back from the brunette. You knew better than to let yourself get too close; it would only lead to heartache once more. 

A soft "Oh" escaped your lips, the only sound breaking the stillness that enveloped you both. Joel sat there, cradling a nearly empty beer bottle, taking a long pull from it while stealing glances at you from the side. It felt as if he was dissecting your every expression, trying to read your thoughts and emotions regarding his daughter.

With a chuckle, he perched the now-empty bottle on his knee, turning back to you with a grin. "Relax, kiddo, she didn't have anything negative to say about you. In fact, she's been singing your praises—it's rare for her to speak so highly of anyone." 

A gentle smile blossomed on your lips at his revelation. "Oh, really? I didn't think she would speak of me so favorably." A look of bewilderment flickered across his weathered features as he attempted to decipher your words. As soon as the words fell from your lips, you regretted it. 

"What are you trying to say?" Joel's expression darkened, his fingers clenching around the neck of his beer bottle. 

 You quickly clarified, "It's nothing negative, really. At first, she and I didn't quite click, but it looks like we're finally finding common ground. I'm genuinely happy with how far we've come." 

 Joel's tension began to dissipate as he nodded with a contemplative expression. "She does seem a lot brighter these days, not as irritable as she used to be." As he spoke, Joel absentmindedly toyed with the bottle in his hand, avoiding your gaze. It was yet another similarity he shared with his daughter. 

 Intrigued by his remark, you couldn't help but ask, "What do you think caused her mood swings, if you don't mind me asking?"

Still avoiding eye contact, Joel replied, "She'd be furious if she knew I told you this, but I honestly believe she needs someone special in her life. I can't seem to connect with her; every time I think we're getting closer, she pulls away again. But first, I need to grab another beer before the game kicks off."

You glanced at the scoreboard, where the countdown to puck drop blared in bold red—only 10 minutes left. A thrill surged through you, mingling with a growing curiosity about the hockey captain's hidden depths. Joel excused himself to fetch a beer, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts.

 As you pondered this new insight, you nervously bit your chapped lip, feeling the familiar sting of warm iron as you reopened one of the cuts. Ellie had spoken about you, and all your previous assumptions about her were wrong; she didn't despise you. In fact, it seemed you brought a bit of joy into her life. 

Even with the chaos she brought into your life, those fleeting moments you shared—the soft brushes of her hand against yours—added a spark to your days. You found yourself lost in thought about this as you waited for Joel to return.

As the countdown reached five, Joel made his way back to his seat, two bottles of beer in hand. He plopped down with a sigh, offering you the one from his right. You glanced at the label and recognized the familiar green of a Heineken, savoring a long, refreshing gulp of the crisp lager. "Thanks, Joel."

He responded with a casual hum, taking a sip from his own bottle. Just as you were about to prompt him to pick up where you left off, the arena lights dimmed, and the thumping bass of dubstep filled the air as the announcer commanded attention to center ice.

"Ladies and gentlemen—welcome to tonight's thrilling matchup! Get ready to unleash your energy, ignite your passion, and rise to your feet!" 

"And now, gliding onto the ice, embodying grit, heart, and unyielding determination—your TIMBERRRRWOLVES!" 

 The arena buzzed with excitement as the lights danced overhead, and the eerie echo of a wolf's howl filled the air. In the tunnel, the team stood on edge, hearts racing as they awaited the moment their names would be called for the starting lineup.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to introduce your starting lineup for YOUR TIMBERWOLVES!"

The crowd roared with enthusiasm at each name announced, and you leaped from your seat when Dina was introduced, but the real thrill came when it was Ellie's turn.

"At center, the pulse of the team, the strategist with an unquenchable spirit—YOUR CAPTAIN, NUMBER 21, ELLIE WILLIAMS!" 

Your cheers reached a fever pitch, a wild mix of whoops and shouts as Joel let out a sharp whistle, accidentally drenching his wrist with beer. You watched Ellie glide to her position at the center, the lineup complete after the announcement of their goalie.

For a fleeting moment, Ellie locked eyes with you, her expression radiating fierce determination. But that resolve faltered when she caught sight of who was seated beside you, her face draining of color as she shook her head in disbelief. You glanced at Joel, who wore a look of pure admiration, leaving you puzzled. Was she upset about you sitting next to her dad?

As the teams gathered at center ice, the moment for the opening faceoff was fast approaching, leaving little room for reflection on her reaction. You had just discovered that Ellie was playing center, a detail that had slipped past you until the starting lineup was revealed. Your knowledge of hockey was minimal, but you were ready to absorb everything as the game unfolded.

Ellie positioned herself opposite her rival center, her stick firmly planted on the ice, leaning in with anticipation as she prepared for the referee to drop the puck between them. A fierce determination shone in her eyes, as if any previous doubts had vanished completely. 

The rink was enveloped in a heavy silence, a palpable tension hanging in the air, which erupted the moment the puck was dropped. Cheers erupted from the crowd as Ellie seized the faceoff, deftly passing the puck back to her right-side defender. You instantly recognized the ponytail peeking out from under the helmet—it was Dina. Excitement surged through you as you watched your best friend glide effortlessly across the ice, sending the puck skimming along the boards toward her target.

The recipient of her pass surged forward, quickly maneuvering the puck around the net and feeding it to the left winger. In a flash, the winger was slammed into the boards by an opposing defender, igniting a fierce struggle for the puck. Unfortunately, the Timberwolves lost this battle, and the rival team seized control of the elusive rubber disc.

The game unfolded in a relentless back-and-forth, each side vying for dominance until the defense thwarted yet another offensive push. Frustration flickered across Ellie's face as she attempted to rally her teammates. You observed her during a line change—a term Joel had explained to you during the whistle breaks—while she took a refreshing sip from her water bottle. 

Gradually, you were picking up the nuances of the game, with Joel eagerly addressing every query that popped into your mind. During another line change by Ellie, he chuckled at a sudden thought, sparking your curiosity. "Ellie is going to be amazed at how much you've grasped in just one period. You catch on fast, kid."

You flashed a bright smile, "Thanks, Joel. If I'm going to connect with her, I need to learn everything about her, even if it means showing up to cheer her on at her games." 

 Joel gave a slight nod, a subtle grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he replied, "Just give me a nudge during the first intermission, and I'll share a glimpse of the real Ellie with you." 

 You suddenly remembered that he had promised to fill you in on the brunette before the game kicked off. Your eyes flicked back to the large red numbers, realizing there were only 4 minutes left in the period, a term Joel had introduced to you. The countdown to intermission felt like an eternity as you anxiously checked the scoreboard repeatedly, each glance filled with anticipation until the buzzer finally rang, marking the conclusion of the first period.

As you took another sip of your beer, you turned back to Joel, a playful glint in your eye. "Alright, Joel, consider this a gentle nudge." You nudged his knee with yours, prompting a chuckle from him before he settled into a more serious demeanor.

"Yeah, yeah," Joel replied, taking a deep gulp of his drink. "I suppose I should start from the moment I first met Ellie."

A wave of confusion washed over you. Met Ellie? Wasn’t he there when she was born? 

Noticing your bewilderment, Joel let out a soft laugh. "Just to clarify, I’m not her biological father; I’m her adoptive dad. Ellie has been an orphan since day one. Her mother passed away during childbirth, and her father couldn’t bear the thought of raising the child who took his wife from him. So, he left her at a church-run orphanage in Boston."

As Joel took another swig of his beer, you interjected, "But how did you end up adopting her?"

"Got a friend—real close with her mama. She wanted to take Ellie in, but just didn’t have the means. So, when Ellie was ‘bout five, she brought her to me. Soon as I met that little troublemaker, I knew. Brought her home to Jackson, never looked back."

Joel continued, and you listened intently, uncovering a new layer to the green-eyed girl you had only recently come to know. "At first, she was a handful, and it only got more challenging as she grew older, especially with her desire to find her birth father. To keep her busy, I started takin' her to some college hockey games, and damn if she didn’t fall in love with the sport right away."

A vivid image of little Ellie, her face alight with joy as she cheered at hockey games while clutching a cup of Dippin' Dots from the concession stand, flashed through your mind, instantly bringing a smile to your lips. "So, when did she start playing?"

Joel gazed out at the ice, observing the elementary school kids darting after a puck during the intermission, a faint smile playing on his face. "It wasn’t long after that first game I took her to. She dragged me all over town, dead-set on findin’ the best hockey gear, beggin’ for the latest stuff. We finally settled on skates, pads, and a helmet first... then I ended up blowin’ a whole paycheck on the fancy gear."

You chuckled with him, appreciating the way his eyes crinkled with laughter as he recalled the moment. "Not a single day passed without her beggin' me to take her to the rink. And she picked it up so quickly; within three months, she was skatin' circles around me. That’s when I realized she had found something to look forward to, a way to escape. Everyone needs that little getaway; reality can be a tough pill to swallow."

His words carried an unspoken weight, a significance that felt too personal to probe into just yet. You were uncovering layers about the hockey player, and your curiosity was insatiable. "So, has hockey made a difference? Is she doing alright?"

Joel's expression turned somber as he observed a child tumble on the ice, only to bounce back up and dart after the puck. "I don’t reckon she’ll ever be fully whole. That time in the orphanage... it left its mark. She looks at me like I’m her dad now, but every now and then, she gets that itch—wants to find her real father."

His confession cast a shadow over his demeanor, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for the affection and devotion he held for the girl. "Joel, I realize we’re practically strangers, but it’s clear to me that you’re a wonderful father. Honestly, I’m a bit envious of Ellie. To have someone who loves and cares for you like that." As you spoke, your gaze dropped to your hands, the weight of your words making it hard to meet his eyes, especially after laying your feelings bare to someone you hardly knew. A stranger who just so happened to be the father of the girl you had a crush on.

A soft hand rested on your shoulder, a comforting gesture from Joel, who seemed a bit hesitant, as if he were unsure how to offer solace. You returned his kindness with a smile, appreciating the weathered lines of his face. "You know, kiddo, our door is always open for a hot meal if you ever want to come by," he said, his voice warm. You noticed him rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous habit that reminded you of Ellie.

"Thanks, Joel. But I doubt Ellie would be too keen on that."

Joel waved his hand dismissively, a playful scoff escaping him. "Come on, she won’t stop talkin’ about you. Pretty sure she’s just lookin’ for any damn excuse to spend time with you."

Time slipped by quickly, the 15-minute break vanishing in an instant as the players returned to the ice, the buzzer marking the end of the intermission. You observed Ellie performing warm-up stretches while gliding gracefully, leaning forward and resting her stick on her thighs as she skated.

Ellie positioned herself at center ice, her heart racing in anticipation of the puck drop. The referee hovered the puck over the faceoff circle, then released it, gliding back to allow the two centers to battle for control. With a swift move, Ellie seized the faceoff victory again, sending a pass to her left as her defender, raced along the boards, quickly returning the puck to their captain.

The score remained locked at 0-0, fueling Ellie’s determination as she surged forward, spotting her open teammate darting past her defender and behind the net, sending a pass her way. As she maneuvered to create space, Ellie slipped by her own defender, tapping her stick on the ice to signal for the puck. 

Her teammate, stationed behind the net, deftly kicked the puck along the boards to Abby, Ellie’s left winger, who then sent a precise pass right back to Ellie. With a quick, decisive motion, she executed a one-timer, sending the puck soaring into the top shelf, just out of reach of the goalie’s low blocker. Her teammates burst into cheers, wrapping her in a celebratory hug after netting the first goal of the night. With adrenaline still surging, they glided back to their benches, exchanging eager high-fives with their gloved hands.

You and Joel exchanged enthusiastic high fives, thrilled to have witnessed Ellie score a goal right before your eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the undeniable chemistry between Abby and Ellie as you watched Abby glide over to Ellie, giving her a friendly pat on the helmet and leaning in to share a few words with the captain.

Ellie nodded in response, casting a quick glance your way that revealed nothing before she skated back to center ice for the next faceoff. It felt special that she could spot you in the crowd, but the realization that she had chosen this seat for you dimmed any hope you had of being truly significant to the hockey player. 

The game pressed on, the score holding at 1-0 as the third period unfolded. With just eight minutes remaining, shock and fury surged through you as you witnessed one of the larger girls from the opposing team slam Dina into the boards, sending the smaller defender sprawling. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of Ellie springing off the bench, charging toward the player who had just taken down her teammate.

You watched in disbelief as Ellie tackled the girl, sending her crashing to the ice. The girl sprang back to her feet, and in unspoken agreement, both ripped off their helmets and gloves, circling each other before launching into a flurry of punches. Ellie absorbed a hit but retaliated with a swift strike to the girl’s temple, leaving her momentarily dazed. Just as Ellie prepared to throw another punch, a fist connected with her mouth, blood trickling down from her upper lip. 

Before the brawl could go any further, the referees stormed in, seizing both girls by their jerseys and hauling them off the ice—their night cut short. But Joel? He didn’t flinch. Instead, a proud smirk tugged at his lips as he muttered under his breath, "That’s my girl."

You, on the other hand, were a whirlwind of anxiety, adrenaline propelling you as you dashed across the bleachers toward the women’s locker room. Bursting through the door, you spotted Ellie perched at a locker adorned with her nameplate, cradling her aching jaw with a bag of ice. Blood continued to trickle from her upper lip, cascading down her chin, amplifying your concern.

The sudden crash of the locker room door swinging open caught her attention, her deep-green eyes locking onto yours. A small smile danced across her lips as she registered your distress, and she rose to meet you as you hurried to her side.

You reached out, your hand gently resting on her bruised jaw, noticing the vivid purples and reds blooming around her jawline, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

 Ellie chuckled softly, glancing down at your anxious grip on her jersey before flashing you a teasing grin. "Relax, cutie. I’m fine. Damn, this really is your first hockey game, huh?"

You playfully slapped her chest, rolling your eyes at her nonchalance. "Excuse me for being concerned about you."

Ellie paused mid-action, her face falling into an unreadable mask. "Why does it matter to you, Y/N?"

Her question caught you off guard, and you noticed the way she fidgeted, a hint of anxiety in her posture as she awaited your reply. With a casual shrug, you replied, "I don’t know, Ellie. I just do."

She took a shallow breath, dabbing at the blood that had begun to seep from her nose, her gaze drifting away from yours. "I really wish you wouldn’t."

Frustration bubbled up inside you, and you shot back, "Why is it so wrong that someone cares about you?"

Ellie stepped closer, her breath warm against your skin. "Because, Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you."

In an instant, your gaze darted to her lips, but it quickly found its way back to her striking green eyes, the air around you charged with unspoken tension. "Then don’t."

[seniaasaysstuff]

BRAT; Ryomen Sukuna x fem!Itadori Reader. (Soulmate au)

This is a sukuna x fem itadori reader wip. I thought a soulmate au with sukuna possessing you would be an interesting idea haha. It has some cracky undertones.

Yuji is your twin brother but you ate the cursed finger instead.

Would you like to read more of it? Let me know!

Sukuna had been waiting his entire life for you, his soulmate. From the time he learned about soulmates, he was obsessed with the idea of meeting you.

He didn’t quite understand what the words on his wrist meant but he adored him. “Holy fuck you’re hot.” were illuminated on his wrist. He reasoned that maybe it was some other language. He always ran his fingers on the words, tracing them gently whenever he felt sad or angry. It was his only solace in this cruel world.

He didn’t care about the abuse he received from his parents nor did he care about how the villagers treated him.

You were the only thing on his mind. His mind was always wandering around thinking of you. He wondered about what you looked like, how you were doing, if you thought about him as much as he did.

He wished you would just come and save him from the hellish life he was living. He was at a point in his life where he was weak and he wasn’t able to do anything to protect himself.

He trained everyday on his techniques, worked on building muscles and just becoming strong. He got strong and eventually became the strongest sorcerer alive so that he could protect you.

He waited and waited and waited for you to show up one day. But you never showed up. Sukuna felt gutted. He was so filled with grief and sadness that he went mad.

He slaughtered numerous people. It didn’t matter who it was, men or women he killed them all. He didn’t care about the consequences of his actions. He just wanted to meet you.

A time came when he had to be killed. His only regret was that he never got to meet you. His fingers became a cursed object and were sealed away.

In the 21 century, there you were. Itadori y/n, Yuji Itadori’s twin sister.

You were a bubbly child, always happy and just rambling all the time. It didn’t matter who it was, the moment someone talked to you? You went off on tangents about anything and everything. You had never-ending topics and facts and the urge to never shut up.

Your twin, Yuji, was constantly annoyed with your incessant talking but it was also one of the things that he loved about you.

When you found out about soulmates you were amazed by the notion of it. Someone that was going to love you no matter what.

The words written on your wrist were embarrassing and in some ways endearing to you.

The words “I finally found you huh? My brat.” adorned on your wrist. You figured your soulmate was quite a grumpy person that was like an old soul.

You daydreamed about your soulmate all the time. You wondered about what he was like. You eagerly wished to meet him.

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You and Yuji were on your way to the hospital. You both had brought a beautiful bouquet for your Grandpa Saitou. To others he may seem like a rude old man, he literally was but he was so much more than that. He was like your father. He had single-handedly raised you and yuji and loved you both immensely.

You walked inside the hospital room and rushed up to your grandpa Saitou and hugged him. “Grandpa! I missed you.”

Now Grandpa had a soft spot for you. You reminded him of his son, Itadori Jin. Over the years he had fondly spoken about the similarities between you.

“I joined a club with Yuji today!” “Oh really? Tell me all about it.” your grandpa replied with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He was the only one alongside Yuji who loved hearing you talk.

“Yuji? Why am I hearing just now that you joined the occult club?” Grandpa now turned towards Yuji who was placing the flowers in the vase.

“Uh, you know how she is. I am not going to leave her alone.” Yuji shrugged. “This is why I love you yuji!” you fake cried. “Shut up.” He blushed. Grandpa cleared his throat.

“Yuji, you're a strong kid, take care of others, especially her.” Grandpa now turned over and looked at you. “You're the sweetest child and I am proud that I raised you both.”

“Grandpa-why are you saying this?” you stuttered.

“Both of you protect each other no matter what.” Grandpa Saitou spoke and turned over. That was the moment you knew he was dead.

“Grandpa? Grandpa?” Yuji called out.

“Yuji? Is- he de-ad?” your lip quivered. Yuji did not respond, it made you sob. Your legs felt weak and you dropped to the floor. Hot tears were streaming down your face.

Yuji scooped you in his arms and led you out of the hospital room. He sat you down on one of the chairs and let you cry on his shoulder. Yuji also had tears in his eyes, he didn't expect this. Neither of you did.

You were approached by an emo-looking boy with spiky hair. "Yuji Itadori, correct?" The person asked. “You're my soulmate?” Yuji asked, looking dumbfounded.

“This is crazy,” You mumbled. “I’m Fushiguro Megumi. It's nice to finally meet you. I’m from Jujutsu high school. Sorry, but there's no time." He said.

"The cursed object you have is extremely dangerous. Hand it over right away." Megumi spoke. “I don't want you to get hurt,” he added.

"Cursed object?" Itadori asked, confused. You moved to a more secluded area. "This, you have it right?" He asked as he pulled out his phone with a picture of the cursed object.

“Hm?" Itadori looked closer. “Yuji, isn't that the ugly-looking finger?” you questioned.

"Oh yeah! I found it. I don't mind giving it back, but my fellow club members have taken a liking to it." He spoke. "I’d at least like an explanation."

"The majority are the result of negative energy that flows out of people..." Megumi started. “And it's a very dangerous object. I can't risk you getting hurt or other people getting killed.'' Megumi spoke.

“I said that I don't mind it, you can have it.” Yuji handed him the box.“It’s empty? I was just following the taint clinging to the box?” Megumi mumbled.

“Yuji? Where is the finger?” He asked. “It's with our senpais. Actually, they were thinking of removing the talisman tonight.'' Megumi backed away.

“What? Is it bad?” You asked. “Bad? It's worse than bad, they're going to get killed.”

~time skip~

"I just need some cursed energy, right?" you rustled through your pocket and pulled out the finger, and ate it.

“You dumbass. Are you trying to kill yourself?” Yuji yelled at you. “Well if it saves you then i’ll do everything in my power.” you smiled at yuji.

Your entire body convulsed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You could faintly hear yuji and his soulmate scream for you as you collapsed on the cold floor.

You woke up in a weird dark place that awfully looked like a shrine? And someone was sitting on the throne made up of bones.

You squinted your eyes, “Holy fuck you're hot.” You blurted out then squeaked.

The man chuckled, his voice sounded deep and velvety. “I finally found you huh? My brat.”

“YOU?!!” you shouted.

And just like that, you found your soulmate.

He snapped his fingers and you landed on his lap. “Wow, today is like a trainwreck,” you mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Well first my grandpa died then my brother found his soulmate and then we heard that our senpais could die because of the old crusty finger so then I ate it and well then I passed out and then I found you?” you animatedly spoke. “Well where did you come from tho?” you asked.

He chuckled again. “I quote ‘The old crusty finger’ That was my finger from my old body that got sealed away.”

“Wait- does that mean you're inside of me?” You asked, feeling confused about the whole situation.

“That sounded so bad.” Sukuna groaned. “But yes I’m quite literally inside your body.”

“How does that even work? And how haven’t you shriveled up like a prune yet? Like you’re so old?” You were very confused.

“I have a good skincare routine.” Sukuna sniffed. You laughed.

“You know I imagined my soulmate to be a grumpy man with an old soul but you turned out to be a grumpy old man with an even older soul.” You giggled.

“I'm not that old, okay?” He grumbled. “How old are you again?” You questioned.

“I stopped counting after 300.” You burst into a fit of giggles.

“Does that mean you're a gilf? Like you're so old.” “Well, I tried to keep myself alive for you and what does gilf mean?” He inquired in confusion.

“Grandpa I’d like to fuck.” You snorted.

He groaned, “That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard. I’ve never had children so how can I be a grandpa?”

“Well, you have that aura.” You spoke, trying to muffle your laugh. “You cheeky brat.” Sukuna huffed.

[achaoticalien]

A Court of Deceit and Decay

Chapter Two- Nesta Archeron

“I will not go.” Nesta, even dragged across the Hewn City’s cold floors, did not regret her decision. The words spat in Rhysand’s face, a sneer on her own. He had simply turned to Morrigan and said, “Perhaps, Mor, we will go with your idea.”

After Nesta’s clear defiance, Feyre had simply cast her eyes down, shame and disgust wrinkled on her youthful face. Nesta had felt her gut sink into the lowest pits of her core, not even for how Morrigan barely hid her grin of pleasure at getting to order Cassian and Azriel to prepare to take Nesta to the Hewn City. But at Feyre’s face. How she didn’t have an ounce of so much as concern on her face. All of it, every inch of it, was just about how Nesta had embarrassed her. 

It filled her to the brim with such hot, heavy hatred, she didn’t even pull away when she felt large hands grip her arms and take her away. As Morrigan prepared to call for a gathering in the Hewn City. A public shaming. 

As she had been forcibly winnowed to the gates of the Hewn City. Cold frigid air whipping in her face from the outside. She turned to Morrigan, dressed in red and decorated with gold, she had a wild grin on her pretty face when she turned to Nesta. Giddy at the idea of getting too exact revenge for Nesta’s commentary on her dress, the Archeron sister supposed. 

“You enjoy this.” Nesta commented, voice as blank and numb as she felt. After the months of harassment from the entirety of the Inner Circle, she could honestly say, this was something she wasn’t surprised by. 

Morrigan smoothed over her expression with one of pity and sadness. Directing her eyes to Feyre, who looked back, Morrigan turned up the teary doe eyes, and the High Lady nodded, turning a sharp gaze to Nesta. For daring to upset her friend. 

Morrigan then leaned in, the perfect display of the humble, sympathetic ambassador. 

“Immensely.” She whispered, before standing straight up again, heels clicking as they entered the Hewn City. Masks on, the play began. 

She walked as best she could with much larger males pulling her along. She tripped and fell, they kept dragging her as per orders, Cassian let out a low scoff. Only Azriel turned an eye to her, lessening his grip, but turning away when she met his gaze. 

The Hewn City doors flung open with a bang, and she was brought before the throne. 

She hung her head, letting the numbness wash over her as her heartbeat picked up being in front of so many people. She hoped this would be over quickly. 

Nesta hoped she would feel nothing as she was thrown to her knees. 

But she did. It made her eyes snap up, like something in between her ribs had fluttered, had struck the nerve and caused electricity to snap up the side of her body. Quickly her eyes darted around. 

Then they landed on a moving shadow. 

Staring out from amongst the darkness of the corners, a pair of amber eyes gazed down on her. Widened, in the dim lighting, Nesta could make out an open mouth. Dressed in Night Court black, however golden jewellery rather than silver adored his ears and fingers. 

Eris, she thought. The male Azriel had choked for insulting Morrigan. 

Thinking back on that night, a tilt to her lips nearly escaped. 

She stared at him, at him and no one else. And he stared at her. Nothing else registered in her head. 

“After deeming yourself unworthy of serving amongst the Court, you are to stay within the restraints of the Hewn City. The Court of Nightmares will decide your place down here Until your High Lady has deemed you worthy of returning to the land above, you will serve as whatever you are appointed to.”

Nesta barely heard her own sentence, as the taste of ash and heat spread over her skin. A fire that spiked up in her gut. Bruising grips held her frail arms once more and she was being dragged out. 

The jeers suddenly hit her, they stabbed into her skin, into her body, like they were scarring her. It all felt real, like she had been snapped from a dream. As something seemed to tingle in the air, a trail that led back to a pair of flaming amber eyes. 

She managed to move her head as she began to pass the doors. And saw him there, their eyes locked once more, and something sparked, like wood catching alight. 

Nesta smelt smoke. 

Cassian and Azriel dropped her in a room, in a house she did not know.  A part of the cavernous tunnels. It looked like an office, hidden in the cracks of the Hewn City. 

Against her will, water peeked in her vision. She blinked them away as her vision became blurry. Looking up she saw Cassian, baring her fangs, she forced herself to her feet and dusted herself off. 

Cassian opened his mouth like he might try to say something, but ultimately, he just turned to Azriel and said, “Come on, Az, we have important work to do.”

It was to brush her aside. 

Important work, that isn’t you. He meant. 

Azriel nodded once, Cassian went out the door first, fists clenched but saying nothing else as his hulking frame disappeared into the darkness. 

Azriel, his hand caught the threshold, he sucked in a breath and looked over his shoulder, “You…

Nesta folded her arms neatly in front of her, as she tilted her head and watched him. 

“You could have just agreed.” He hissed, before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him. 

Nesta stared at the oak door, the hinges, the handle. She looked around. It was a large office. With a few chairs before a desk at the far side, walls lined with books of old, many of which were most likely older than her father. Possibly older than Rhysand. 

Would have been older than her father, she clarified in her own mind. 

She hummed. Taking in a breath, then another, then another shaking one. 

Nesta swallowed hard, she patted herself down. Trying to find something, anything, a distraction of any kind at all. 

The Archeron sister turned and saw a mirror. It was large and oval shaped, with a golden edging, real gold, pure and likely mined from before Rhysand was High lord. But Nesta did not focus on that. 

She stared at herself, at her dirty image. At the tattered cloak she wore, the thinness of her frame, the deep dark circles under her eyes, the oily slightly matted hair. And the points of her ears. 

She looked like back when they were in that cottage. Back in that weak body, back in those dirty clothes, back in that place that made sleeping, breathing, eating, thinking harder than it ever needed to be. 

Tears welled in her eyes. 

She became someone after that, when they were sent money, when they were given back their life originally taken from their father’s poor decisions. People knew her name, she was going to travel. She was going to finally see what a woman with money and a good name could do in this world. 

Now look at her, she lost everything again, and then some. 

Nesta shook. Tremors rippled through her body as tears on end poured from her eyes. She hugged herself as she fell hung over herself, falling to her knees. She cried and cried, putting a hand over her mouth as her wails became too loud to not be heard by outsiders. She sucked in harsh, short breaths that hurt her lungs and throat. A headache pounded, she felt herself go so weak. 

Everything was taken from her, stripped and destroyed. Her body was violated, broken, twisted and assaulted. Forced into something else. Tongue, teeth, eyes, all shredded, until there was nothing left to take. 

Those nights in taverns, out in clubs, it was high that reminded her of living. Reminded her body it was no longer destroyed, just different. 

But it embarrassed them. 

Nesta hugged herself tighter as her eyes squeezed closed, unable to stop herself from falling apart on the floor. 

The door creaked as it swung open. 

Netsa flung herself back, scrambling to stand, scrubbing her face with her hands, she tried to hide her face. But then her eyes caught onto the intruder. 

Amber. It bore into her. 

Eris stood there, face caught in an array of emotions. The shock of seeing her catching him completely off guard. 

He blinked multiple times, quickly closing his mouth, and bowing his head, “Lady Nesta.”

[cityzenshark]

Family | Chapter 24 - Hearts and Sparks

Homepage | Book One: Family | Book Two: Unity | Book Three: Belonging

Synopsis: The townspeople of Witwicky help the Maltos in return for saving their town.

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Robby is transferred to the ICU as his conditions worsens. The doctor finds his symptoms to be a combination of sepsis and something that seems to be energon poisoning but isn’t. After he leaves, Robby tearfully confesses to Dot how terrible he had been since moving to their new home and apologizes for putting the Terrans in danger and for lashing out at her. Dorothy hugs her son, crying herself, and forgives him. Robby wishes the cybersleeve to come off. Later, his old friends come to visit him, including Stevie. What Robby said to Stevie still hurts but Stevie hates to see him deathly ill even more. Robby apologizes to him, and the two old friends made up.

       At the town’s capitol building, Alex and Mo is invited by the town Elders to discuss if the town’s old legends are related to the Core, the Emberstone, and the cybersleeves so they might be able to help solve the family’s issues. Mo hesitates to tell, then the shaman reassures her by telling her about Witwicky’s Mountain Spirit and Her stonemen offspring. If the ‘stonemen’ had been previous Terrans, they are records of something similar to cybersleeves on their ancestors who had lived with them. Later, Alex and Mo exit the capitol building to find Mo’s friends and their families waiting for them with charity they had collected for the Malto’s.

“It’s the least we can do after you saved us from Grimlock. Besides, it’s not like we haven’t seen the Terrans before that evening.”

“...You’ve seen them before?”

“Yep! Since your first day of school here, actually.”

“What... Why didn’t any of you say anything?”

“You seem scared for them, Mo. We didn’t want to stress you out, so we decided to wait for you, Robby or Mr and Mrs Malto to say something.”

“The revelation could’ve been better...”

“Hey, Mo, it’s over and done. You and your family saved this town and now it’s time for us to help you.”

       Back home, the Terrans have separated counselling sessions with therapists.

Hashtag has hers by the waterfall. She talks about her trauma and worries how humanity would welcome after what she did in Philly city because – mind controlled or not — she’s still responsible for the damages. Nightshade has theirs at the edge of the cow paddock. They express how ashamed they feel from their lack of understanding to their siblings’ feelings even when the cyberlink was still intact yet hates it so much. Jawbreaker has his at Mrs Belle’s silo. He feels embarrassed to be afraid of his older Terran siblings and shares his guilt for triggering Grimlock’s PTSD. Thrash has his in the bunker. He expresses the burden he feels for not just being the big brother but also being the first of his kind in a world hurt by the senior Transformers-kind; how he wishes the Terrans to never be involved in fixing the Cybertronians’ mistakes.

Meanwhile Twitch has hers in the woods where she and Robby went Wak-Wak hunting. Twitch refuses to admit her wrongs as she tries to convince her therapist how her actions were right, while the latter is wrong and bad for disagreeing her. Her therapist shares his personal story where he let his anger get the better of him. His actions got an innocent bystander killed. While he was in the right that time, the bystander is a victim, and he will forever be responsible for their death. Twitch’s decision to help Bumblebee and Brawl herself was indeed right, but the price was not worth the city’s destruction or it being the world’s first impression on the Terrans. Worst, Hashtag’s innocence is now unbelievable for an unforeseeable future.

Realisation finally dawned on Twitch, followed by immense regret. She wails loudly. Alarmed by her cries, her Terran siblings rush to her. Twitch hugs Hashtag by her neck and sob “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, little sister!!” Though confused, Hashtag hugs her back and their brothers join in. The therapists give them some privacy, feeling relieved and glad for them.

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[therantfairysblog]

My Dreams With You

He was living under the mercy of a demon. If he wasn't a boy or he doesn't have those unique eyes, he wouldn't be given a chance to live let alone growing up. He wouldn't be here. He... wouldn't be the cause of his family's demise.

Every single day, he thought about that. His existence is like a curse that contaminated the land.

"Iguro san!! You are here? I heard your mission went well, I'm glad you are okay"

A shining, bright sun. A beautiful spring flower. So beautiful that he couldn't take off his eyes of her. So beautiful...that he couldn't feel he was worthy enough to stand beside her.

"Kanroji, i brought you some cookies and clothing, i hope you like it" he pull out a mid size wooden box covered in a silk while smiling towards the beautiful maiden in front of him.

She's smiling widely, and slowly putting her pretty hand in front, covering her face, a habit when she's got a little embarrassed, with her face slowly turn reddish. Adorable.

"Really? Iguro san..."

"thank you.."

It was a nice spring that day, regardless how tired he was after finishing his task, Iguro found himself fond of Kanroji's presence.

The two walk under the beautiful shade of sakura tree, chatting away about their daily routine.

"i want to open a restaurant one day...and with you we can manage it together" Kanroji smiling widely, stopping in front of the sweet shop she's always come to visit, watching three children happily enter the shop, ordering some sweet ohagi and mochi. She smiling and waving at them. "Hiii, eat a lot you all"

"Restaurant...." Iguro murmured.

"Yes, once we retired and getting rid off the demons. I hope that day will come soon....when there's no demon, and finally at peace...how about that Iguro san?" Kanroji smiling and excitedly hopping a little under the tree.

Iguro just barely smile. He never thought about it.

"...yeah, it's great." Iguro watching her while Kaburamaru slithering around his neck. His bestfriend seems in a good mood today too.

"if we survive somehow..." To be honest he lied. He never intended to do so. He never thought about the future beyond muzan demise.

"What do you mean, Iguro san? Of course, you'll survive and I'll be too..." Kanroji's face turned a little gloomy. And she's continued.

"...i know about the risk of our job, Iguro san. Sometime, when i think about the reason i joined it's silly at time but...you see, while it possible we'll be gone, there's possibility that we'll survive too...iguro san, i want to explore so many things i could with you"

There's silence in between them. The two slowly walk towards the riverside and sit under the shade of a tree.

" I'm sorry, Kanroji, i didn't mean to..." To be honest he didn't know to response. Sitting and walking beside her like that, is such privilege for someone as dirty as him, for Kanroji to consider him in her future...he didn't know if he could afford, no, he didn't even have a future.

"Kanroji...i..never thought about that far away future. I feel like, my life is just simply went away like that, for killing demons. I don't think..." Kanroji interrupted him.

"But. Iguro san aren't life beautiful? To meet you, treat me nicely, oh and reading your beautiful poems. I like it. When you show me many pretty things you see around, i want it. Hehe, there's a lot i want to do with you, i had so much fun even sitting like this with you"

The radiance smile, sitting prettily in that face, looking at him with her delicate face, iguro couldn't help but feel immensely nerveous and happy mix into one, the strange feeling that he never get used too.

Kanroji turned red again. "I'm sorry, did i over talk? What am i thinking, interrupted you like that, I'm sorry"

Iguro just laughing. "No, but....your cheeks and ears are all red, it's cute"

"Iguro san !!!!"

'i wish i could be a good man for you' he thought.

....

He do regret it when he thinking back then, his desire to clean his blood, now that he was in his dying breath. The God granted his wish, to die killing the demon king but why... there's a stink in his collapsing heart.

Holding her cold body, he couldn't even see her bright smile again. Kaburamaru slowly slithering around him, licking his tears which already mixed with blood....his companion, that he'll leaving behind soon.

"Kaburamaru....you see...now i wish...i could see the restaurant she's want to built...with...you"

Even a little bit in the end, how nice if there's a time between them together, how nice....if he wasn't an Iguro.

....

110 years later.

The restaurant was full. It was the school children favorite spot. The serving was huge, the owners, especially the woman was very welcoming. There's several snake ornaments sitting in the counter and the tables too.

"welcome~~ today we have a special seafood ramen, 30% discount"

From the back of the kitchen, her husband was preparing the meal carefully. As usual today's full of people, he slightly looking at the clock, their eldest 10 year old son will come back from school soon. He waving a bit to his wife.

"I'll pick him soon, can you watch our new cook a little bit?"

"Yes, of course honey. Take care. Love you" the two smile fondly.

The restaurant was flourishing heavenly full with love and care.

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

"dream tea" -report-

Ok so this time it was not so overkill on the dosage Although it still tastedlike pure shittt I Did not get all dizzy like i did from the straight mugwort tea , and i, am not too groggy this morning, was a little hard to wake up, But now after coffee i feel normalness

My dream was very long ,quite vivid, although my memory of it isn't perfect, i do remember a lot

+ Live in a very tall white house in the middle of a flat sprawling green meadow. must've been at least 6 stories tall. No other houses around + Sort of like a dorm?? Tons of people living there. And we are all pretty young Like early 20s. Kept getting the impression it's 2013 + lots happening in the house /don't really remember + i am informed there is going to be a huge storm on christmas + Go up to the balcony on the top floor where I have toys spread out all over the table, gathering them up to bring them indorrs, The air is getting really cold, wind picking up, i remember my patchouli doll Being one of the things i was holding + This part is funny, someone shows me a video of Charli xcx (also like a younger 2013-ish version of her) she's livestreaming, being interviewed, interviewer asked her what's her number one prayer, She looked a little embarrassed and confessed that her prayer is for "A huge tornado to rip through kansas and kill everyone because that's the pocket of america with the largest buddhist population & all those people wish to die & be reborn so I pray that for them" ???? + Like it seemed she was genuine And not wishing death on people out of hatred but because it's what they WAnt?? it was really odd though even in the dream it felt odd to me that she said that + Also this is funny to me because i don't listen to charli xcx/never followed her/know nothing about her So i have no clue why my brain chose her to be the one conveying this message + ANYWAYS. i realized i was in the path of this tornado she was praying for , and considering the coming storm, i felt a little afraid + Left the house & went to some ambiguous downtown area to pick up supplies. While i'm waiting to cross a street, my mom and stepdad are driving by. They notice me & pull over + Mom gets out of the car and Hugs me, asking me not to go back to the house in the meadow, But to stay with them where it's safer. I feel immensely comforted by this And I can tell my Mom misses me a lot which makes me very sad, i wake up, in this embrace

++++++++ NOW, i'm awake, i go pee. But then, as i'm laying there waiting to fall asleep again, i just Know this dream is about to pick back up where it left off. Which i was correct about

+ Back in the dream, i'm in a building in the same downtown area, W/ my mom & stepdad, my sister, my dogs + They are having a lot of problems. My stepdad is out of work because he was getting in too many fights + it was a bad atmosphere, I sort of regret agreeing to stay, even though I miss them very much + My sister & i decide to go visit my nana. i bring my dogs too + Nana is living in her little british terrace house except it seems to be in NYC + She really wants us to watch TV with her. She puts on this show, that's like a documentary, but a documentary she made with her mind, showing us everything she hates about life, And the world + it is extremely uncomfortable and i want to leave badly. My nana smells horrible too. It gets to a part in the documentary where it talks about refusing to shower because it's too uncomfortable. My Nana remarks at how She refuses to shower anymore. + i felt selfish and rude but i left the house with my dog denji because it was just too much. + denji keeps getting away from me. People keep asking to hold his leash & walk him, Which i allow because i want to be friendly, then they immediately drop the leash and he runs away, chasing bunnies, Or running up to random groups of people + sort of spend the rest of that dream just chasing after denji, calling him, feeling incredibly frustated With everyone around me, feeling that everyone is, Well, incompetent. Lol

That's all the details i can really remember from the 2nd part of the dream. It was unpleasant

The weirdest part to me is that the night before last i Had a similar dream of watching TV with my Nana although the show wasn't nearly as horrible. I'm thinking of her lately because her birthday was a few days ago But i haven't talked to her in around 10 years. I feel a lot of guilt over this even though I have legitimate reasons, My sister & i have spoken about it a lot too because I know We feel the same guilt, My dad's side of the family is just really fucking rude. And they were very unkind to my Mom growing up, they don't like her, and since my dad died, it's almost like they can only see us as our mother's spawn re-hashed, And don't have any compassion towards us for what we went through as children. It's just a fucking weird dynamic I don't know. They love my brothers because they love my brother's mom. ANYways

it still makes me feel guilty Of course. My nana is in her 90s now And it will be weird to process when she dies. Maybe i am pre-emptively processing this or having some kind of telepathy with her. So it goes......

That;s all. Hmm yeah now that i'm seeing the length of this post it is proving to me that The dream tea does work in helping me retain a lot of small details & imagery i likely wouldve forgetten otherwise. Peace and Love pmd9

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

New gen Harry Potter headcanons because I'm waiting for my laundry to dry and I'm bored:

Astoria malfoy is from Japan, so scorpius is wasian but still somehow comes out with that malfoy-blonde hair and blue eyes colour pallet, despite still having very Japanese features just like his mother

Carmen and Marco zabini are twins. Carmen is the older one, and she's a total no-nonsense baddie. Marco, on the other hand, is the very embodiment of a golden retriever boy.

Carmen does Marcos hair because he's horrible at taking care of it, and she learned how to braid at the age of 7.

Albus thinks he looks nothing like Harry, and he actually prides himself on being his father's complete opposite [he's actually the only potter kid that looks like an exact carbon copy of Harry]

The potters speak urdu at home, James Lily and Albus call Harry Baba and ginny muma. I'd like to think Harry- After graduating, probably had a phase where he was immensely involved in learning about his desi heritage. I feel like he probably even travelled to Pakistan a couple of times to reconnect with his culture. But I also feel like he felt more like a third culture kid sort of connection to it. The UK was still his home, and he didn't think that would ever change. He still tried, though. He learned the language and tried to teach it to his children so they wouldn't feel as alienated from their ethnicity as he probably did. Ginny learned urdu alongside him, partially because she just wanted to encourage him.

When scorpius was little he would often find himself talking to the portrait of his uncle regulus that his grandma had put up after the war. Uncle reggie , as he liked to be called, was scorpius' favourite old family memeber.

Harry always introduces Teddy as his oldest son.

Albus is exceptional at potions. He's also very talented in quidditch, the only thing is he doesn't really like playing.

James on the other hand is a total jock. I'm talking Oliver Wood level dedication to the craft of quidditch.

Lily luna is the embodiment of that scene from good omens season two of the little girl going "And I'm jemaimah! I made this pot!!"

Fred II likes to go by freddie, and him and James II are practically James and sirius 2.0. It drives McGonagall crazy.

Carmen and Marco make everyone believe they have twin telepathy as a prank one day, but now they have to keep up the bit because it's too late to drop it.

Scorpius has a pet ferret and he named it bunny. He was 6 and he thought it would be funny.

When scor was a kid he would colour in dracos dark mark with felt tip markers and scribble all over his arm and go "there now it's pretty". One day draco walked into a tattoo parlour with a scribbled mess on his arm and told the artist to make his sons art work permanent. Draco still has the mark but now its sporting all sorts squiggles and shapes in every colour imaginable. Scorpius thinks its embarrassing because that was definitely not one of his more finer works but draco finds comfort in the way his life's biggest regret becomes just a little more bareable because of Scorpius' childish innocence.

Draco is dad of the year. Harry on the other hand... is still trying to get there.

That's all thanks for coming to ny Ted talk

[saintgoths]

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CHILD OF RED CHAPTER FIVE - I HATE THE WOODS.

WORDS - 2,693.

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SUMMARY - Drogo crashes the kickback Scarlett was invited to.

Scarlett had immediately regretted her decision on joining Loan’s kickback in the woods, she had taken a deep breath as she dragged herself to where the party had been in and pulled out her phone to inform Loan that she had arrived---but was unsure where the actual party had been in.

He had been kind, had told Scarlett that he would come get her and after a couple of moments of waiting, Scarlett had heard Loan’s footsteps increase, and it had made Scarlett wonder if neutralising her Vampiric side was necessary.

“Scarlett,” Loan breathily smiled as he pulled her into a warm hug. “Genuinely thought you wouldn’t come.”

As she wrapped her arms around him, Scarlett gently appreciated his vehemence. “Thank you for inviting me,” Scarlett kindly replied as she pulled away from him. “Why did you think I wouldn’t have come?”

“The Bartholys,” Loan mumbled as he slowly scratched the back of his head.

Humoured, Scarlett gently pulled her head back. “Oh---you definitely need to tell me the beef you have with them,” she joked and as a response Loan jokingly rolled his eyes.

He had wanted to tell her everything, but there had been a gut feeling inside of his stomach that made him unsure. “It’s nothing of the sort,” Loan shrugged and unmoved Scarlett lightly sucked in her teeth.

“I’ll find out somehow,” Scarlett said.

“Good luck,” Loan smiled ere they resumed to walk down to where the main event was.

It had been a prominent event, Scarlett had been able to recognise most people in the forest as she had been the new girl, she still had a task to connect the names to their faces. Though there was one person she had known that had not been here, and due to that, she turned to look at Loan. “Where is Samantha?” She asked and with a nonchalant shrug, Loan half-heartedly scanned the area.

“I don’t know if she’s coming, nor do I care,” he bluntly said.

“That’s no way to treat a girlfriend,” Scarlett scoffed and with annoyed look, Loan turned to look at Scarlett.

“I told you,” Loan gritted. “She is not my girlfriend,” he reminded in irritation and as kickback, Scarlett hid a laughter with her palm.

Intrigued with the conversation Loan shared with Scarlett, Ezra, appeared between the two of them. “Actually,” he smiled. “I’m pretty sure Loan broke up with Samantha ever since he laid his eyes on you,” he truthfully joked and surprised, Scarlett twisted her gaze towards Loan, both hands on her hips as she had readied herself to make fun of him.

Defensive, Loan frowned. “Excuse me?” He began. “Who invited you?”

“We don’t need any invite,” Drogo smiled as he walked towards the rest of the group. “It’s the woods, it’s a public place.”

Entertained, Scarlett focused her gaze on Ezra. She had taken in that he had looked extremely beautiful under the moonlight, his skin had almost shimmered, as if he was a missing piece of the moon itself.

Scarlett had wondered if he dyed his hair to the shade that it is was, but the colour of his hair had been the same shade as his eyelashes, long and full and had emphasised the greenness of his orbs. He was so breath-taking she couldn’t understand it, her immense attraction to the boy, and once he smiled, she felt her heart clench in liaison but once she realised that he had smiled at her, Scarlett blinked herself back into reality.

“Guess I stole Bloody Scarlett’s attention,” Ezra smiled and entertained, Drogo coughed out a laugh.

Embarrassed, Scarlett folded her arms as she turned her sight away from both Drogo and Ezra. “I’m going to get a drink,” she wistfully whispered fore she walked away from them.

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As she laid her back against a body of a tree, Scarlett softly sipped the beverage that had been displayed almost everywhere the party had been in, her eyes soft as she admired the nature that had been beneath her feet, Scarlett softly hummed to the lyrics that had been playing through the portable speakers Loan had brought.

She hadn’t mined the circumstance she had been in, she had brief conversations with some students from the University and others who came from other educational areas, though, Scarlett had felt her night had become better when she recognised the arrival of her newest friend, Sarah Osborne.

With a smile, Scarlett lowered her drink. “I’m glad there’s a female friendly face here now,” Scarlett said before she brought herself to hug Sarah.  

“Nice to see you,” Sarah greeted and once she let go of Scarlett, she looked around the party to see who else had been here. “Though, it’s not nice to see Drogo and his gang here.”

Scarlett had then snorted. “I thought Drogo wouldn’t be here since he doesn’t like Loan,” Scarlett shared as she had then hugged herself. Ever since she died, she had never liked the woods, each scent and feeling of the field had almost triggered her every time. “I hate the woods.”

Eyes curious, Sarah gently sagged her shoulders. “Why?” She asked and with a sad smile, Scarlett had lifted her drink to her mouth.

“That’s a story for another day,” Scarlett whispered before she took another drink---and compassionate, Sarah beckoned her head as she had then begun to join drinking with her new friend.

Their brief parley had been sweet and warm hearted, but per usual, all good things must come to an end, and the entity that had brought the bad had been Samantha Gautier; and her presence had disrupted the converses from many students, their whispers had almost covered the music with how much people had been speaking and surprised, Scarlett could not help but laugh.

Samantha who had then walked to Loan, her face stuck and angry had pointed her slim finger towards Scarlett, eyes dark and raged once she realised the presence of her enemy. “Why is she here?” She rudely seethed her comment which had immediately caused everyone to stop speaking and watch in anticipation.

“Didn’t know you had authority over the invitation list,” Loan frowned and upset, Samantha clenched her fists before she continued to complain about Scarlett’s invite; unbothered, Scarlett passed her drink to Sarah.

“I’m going to go take a piss,” Scarlett said as she picked up her handbag.

“Go piss girl,” Sarah smiled and humoured Scarlett snorted at the silly reference before she left to go to a private area to relieve herself.

When she had finished, she had taken out the water bottle she had in her bag and used it to wash her hands. As she got back to her feet, there had been a strange wind that had pushed passed her, the pressure had hastily thrown Scarlett into a spin of memories of the time she had first turned into a Vampire.

Anxious, Scarlett had attempted to walk away, as if the further she’d use her feet the faster she’d return to reality, but it had appeared as if life had been against her at this very moment, the morbid details of her turn, her fear of not seeing her parents again and the true feeling of loss and being chased by the very thing that had turned her---

“Scarlett?”

Ezra?

Surprised, Scarlett turned to look at Drogo’s friend who had seemed just as surprised to see her. Awkward, Scarlett stood up straight while Ezra had then sent the curly-haired girl a welcoming smile. On the defence, Scarlett crossed her arms while she had then furrowed her eyebrows. “Ezra,” she rudely mumbled as she had not wanted to hear another word from him, Scarlett aimed to return to the party.

“Wait no—” Ezra desperately called out and without thinking he had grabbed Scarlett’s wrist as she attempted to walk by him.

“Let go of me!” Scarlett hissed and apologetic, Ezra let go of her.

“I’m sorry,” he atoned. “I’m sorry for calling you Bloody Scarlett.”

Unmoved, Scarlett rolled her eyes before she pushed out a sarcastic chuckle. “Sure.”

“I’ve always found you pretty,” Ezra exposed and as she arched her right eyebrow, Scarlett looked up at him.

She had found him unbelievable, had he found her pathetic? An easy target? “Always?” Scarlett repeated as she rudely looked him up and down. “You’ve only met me a day ago.”

In response, Ezra sheepishly laughed. “You’re right, good point,” he smiled, his smile enough to set her in a good mood but Scarlett clenched her fist, she didn’t want to allow Ezra to easily pierce through her walls. “I still think you’re really beautiful, and I want to get to know you more, and I promise, I’ll make people stop calling you Bloody Scarlett.”

“In exchange to have people stop calling me that, I’ll have to date you?” Scarlett said, now both eyebrows raised.

As he laughed, Ezra leaned closer to her, truthfully tempted to hold and stroke her hair. “No, but if you do agree to be with me, I’ll try my best to make you the happiest woman.”

With a smile, Scarlett looked into his green eyes, slightly lifted by his statement. “Well, you’re already doing what you had promised,” she giggled. “I’ll be a happier woman if you kissed me.”

“My pleasure,” he gently whispered before he took Scarlett within his arms, softly he had closed his mouth against hers, eyes shut as he easily fell into her sweet embrace, he had been first to moan as he slowly traced her jaw with his fingers as he slid his thigh between her legs, tight, Scarlett briefly tucked in her stomach in surprise, her tongue had smoothly licked against his as she could feel Ezra wrap his free arm around the lower of her waist, as he pulled Scarlett further up his thigh, Scarlett lightly yelped as she could feel the soft friction rub against her sex.

Hands against his chest, Scarlett gently pushed Ezra away, Ezra who had looked at Scarlett with a flustered and embarrassed expression had quickly atoned for his heated actions, yet before Scarlett could forgive him, a soft snap of a twig had gained their attention.

Drogo had stood close to them, a dark look on his face that had quickly been replaced by a neutral expression. “It’s time to go home,” he said and surprised, Scarlett pulled the rest of her body away from Ezra.

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” Scarlett frowned and immobile, Drogo shoved his hands into his pockets, his amber eyes that had wanted to express his dire disappointment hidden with an impish flair.

“Well, if you had better behaviour in school, maybe you wouldn’t have one,” Drogo said and with the curve of her eyes, Scarlett softly turned to look at Ezra.

With an apologetic expression, Scarlett softly stroked Ezra’s hand. “I’ll see you soon,” she said and with a smile, Ezra had winked at her, significantly aware of the cloudy expression Drogo had sent towards him before she had joined with the Bartholy to their route back home.

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The walk to her car had been silent, which had been a surprise to Scarlett as Drogo always found a reason to speak and annoy anyone he interacted with. As she had noted that the blonde boy hadn’t arrived to the woods with his car, she furrowed her eyebrows, arms folded as she returned her sight towards him.

“You like taking walks, don’t you?” Scarlett inquired as she unlocked her car with the button on her key.

As he had smirked, Drogo walked over to the passenger seat beside Scarlett’s chair. “Sure do,” he said as he ducked under and crept into the vehicle. “Well, enough about me,” he said. “You always find yourself to be under the limelight, starting to think you’re an attention seeker.”

Both eyebrows raised, Scarlett sighed at his statement before she spoke. “I promise,” she began with her faux sentence. “I won’t get into any more fights,” she said and while Drogo laughed in response, he leaned his head against the head of the seat.

“Now, you’re dating one of my friends,” Drogo listed and confused, Scarlett looked at Drogo with the side of her eyes.

Judgmental, Scarlett gripped the steering wheel as she quickly drove down the empty town road. “I now need your permission to start seeing him?” Scarlett rudely asked, and with a snort, Drogo bounced his shoulders.

“Of course not,” Drogo said but as his eyes sparkled in mischief, Drogo turned his head towards her. “But when he breaks your heart, don’t come crying to me.”

Eyebrows scrunched in disapproval; Scarlett screwed her face as kickback she responded. “I will never go to you whenever it comes to my connection with him,” she clarified and with a side smile Drogo turned to look out the window and relaxed throughout the rest of the trip.

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Once again, Nicolae had been in the foyer the second Scarlett stepped into the manor. Compared to before, Nicolae had a kinder look which had reassured Scarlett that she wasn’t going to be berated by him. “How was the party?” Nicolae questioned and as she quickly wiped her bottom feet against the welcome mat, Scarlett softly shrugged her shoulders.

“The party was okay,” Scarlett responded before she looked back at Drogo who made his way to stand next to her. “But I believe you made Drogo be my nanny.”

Nicolae had then laughed; his response had made Scarlett suspiciously perk her right eyebrow. “So, I am correct?” She judgmentally asked and as she copied Nicolae and folded her arms, she sent Drogo a side-look, aware of the proud expression he had on his face.

“Half-truth,” Nicolae corrected and taken aback, Scarlett leaned her weight onto her left foot.

She had then responded. “I don’t need a baby-sitter,” she said. “Last time I checked, I’m the nanny, and for your sister.”

“You have been causing trouble the second you’ve come here,” Nicolae responded and offended, Scarlett moved her hands to her hips. “I just wanted to know if you’d be okay.”

Half-humoured, Scarlett released a breathy chuckle. “All I did was have a bloody nose and punch Samantha in the face,” she stated. “I don’t need a nanny.”

“I’m being cautious,” Nicolae straight-forwardly replied and with clenched teeth, Scarlett had then licked her lips.

She had comprehended she wouldn’t win this argument so she had given Nicolae a faux smile. “Thank you,” she had then said ere she had walked past him and went to walk up the stairs.

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With the back of her head against her pillows, Scarlett had tried many times to fall asleep, but it had seemed like the Night Goddess had been against her, the harsh and loud whispers that would crawl and drag through her head had caused Scarlett to become uncomfortable.

She had never had this circumstance occur to her before, but her first night she had spent under the Bartholy Manor, she had barely dreamed but had been terrorised by lucid images and persistent whispers that had attempted to encourage Scarlett to leave, but like the whispers, Scarlett had been stubborn to exit.

“Get out!”

“Leave here!”

Bothered, Scarlett had screwed her eyes shut, hands at the side of her head as she whimpered and groaned at how the voices began to increase in volume. “Why?” Scarlett inquired and adamant, the voices continued.

“Leave!”

“Leave this home!”

“Leave Mystery Spell!”

“Scarlett!”

“Scarlett, go!”

“He’s coming for you…”

“The strange man…he’s coming for you!”

Startled, Scarlett had shot awake, hands gripped and dug into her bed sheets as she had begun to pant and fearfully looked around her dark bedroom, carefully as reached for her collarbone and slowly stroked her skin to calm herself, Scarlett gently furrowed her eyebrows before she spoke. “The strange man?” Scarlett muttered under her breath ere her mind pierced into an old memory, aiding her to remember who they had meant, the strange man, the man who turned her.

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I made a

Tokyo Rev prompt

Bluelock prompt

MHA prompt

-- Go read them!! JJK is next, obviously, like how could I even forget. I gotta compensate yall for the amount of trauma Gege is giving yall. MY MAN IS GONE, GEGE, I HATE YOU. -- Ima tell yall right now, this fanfic has absolutely no fucking relation to the current timeline of this tragic asf anime. okAy?-- Anyway this prompt,

For this story I wanted a specific theme and certain character development for Y/n, (I literally use what I learn from my English class to write these mfing stories...embarrassing)

At the beginning, Y/n, leads a reserved and quiet life not because she is shy but she just finds it better not to associate with other people. Because she possesses the ability to feel and perceive the true emotions of others. This ability makes her more of an observer than a talker, She can feel peoples Anger, Sadness, Fear, Anxiety, Guilt, Shame, Jealousy, Envy, Disgust, Frustration, Loneliness, Despair, Regret, Resentment, Insecurity, All of it. but because those people's emotions weren't long term and not intense, Y/n couldn't see curses (for now) but deep within her soul, she knew something evil was around. So one day, something tragic happens, I have decided what yet. But because this certain event caused very intense negative emotions that Y/n could feel, it was like a veil had been removed from her eyes and she started seeing curses. It was like a nightmare at first, the constant horrifying creatures she'd run into. but for some reason, they would never attack her, in fact they'd take off and run away any place she was near. which was strange because for a curse to be frightened something has to have an even greater cursed energy which is exactly the case with Y/n. She hasn't realized yet but every time Y/n felt someone's negative emotion, it transferred to her. As a result causing her to have an immense amount of cursed energy, it's so great that even jujutsu sorcerers and the higher up can sense it from miles away, without even understanding who or what this cursed energy was coming from they decided to execute it as soon as they get hold on it, the only issue was they couldn't place where this cursed energy was coming from. It was like a switch, sometimes it was so intense and sometimes there was absolutely no trace of it. but what the higher ups don't know, Gojo (daddy) has already traced y/ns location and sent a certain 3 students to supervise and watch her, but that doesn't go unnoticed by her which she's pretty quick to notice her pursuers and doesn't take long to confront them. also I still haven't decided a cursed technique for her...Womp Womp

--Oml idk if this made any sense, for some reason when I have an idea I can't write 100% of what I want, ughhhh, enjoy, and let me know if you guys want this fic--