#age and time will have your cheeks naturally hollow out.

[luxurybrownbarbie]

Did you know that every time you think about getting buccal fat removal, an angel dies? Consider that, before making any rash decisions. 😔💛

[6esiree]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

One, two, three, four… that’s how many times you tentatively pressed your lips against Alastor’s cheek until he finally stirred awake. It was late—about 3 AM, give or take—but you just couldn’t sleep, not after he took you out to watch a particularly frightening film earlier in celebration of Halloween. And with it being the witching hour, every creak, every groan, and every meager noise that resounded throughout the aging house your dear husband inherited from his departed mother made you all the less willing to close your eyes.

“Is something the matter, sweetheart?” Alastor eventually rasped, an apologetic smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched his pupils dilate to adjust to the darkness, but he couldn’t see all that well anyway. “Can’t sleep, I presume?”

With an abashed nod, you shuffled closer to him, tossing your arms around his waist and bringing your bodies flush together, your cold nose pressing against the hollow of his throat. He returned your embrace almost instinctively, his knee nestling in the space between your legs as his hands traveled past your nightgown without an ounce of shame. But it was perfect—the way he firmly squeezed your hips and melded to your smaller frame with his larger one like a puzzle piece. He was perfect.

Or so that’s what you thought.

“Pray tell, how could you allow some…” Alastor murmured into your hair, slender fingers delicately tracing the fine curvature of your body, moving up and up and up… till they arrived at the supple flesh beneath your breasts, “…silly little phobia to keep you awake?”

Your eyes fluttered shut with a breathy sigh, nails haphazardly raking up his sides in response to the tantalizing manner in which he thumbed at one of your nipples. His other hand slid up the back of your neck, grasping a handful of your hair and pulling your head back ever so gently. Unbelievable—he tutted, and you would have felt even more embarrassed if he hadn’t nipped at the column of your throat… or made his arousal known to you, his hardening erection bumping against your clit oh-so perfectly.

One, two, three, four… that’s how many times Alastor nipped at you, his teeth leaving tiny bruises on your skin almost in revenge for rising him from such a peaceful slumber. And even though he thought your reason to be rather childish in nature, he wouldn’t allow you to suffer for any longer than you already had; so he pushed you down onto the mattress, a hand dipping into your panties with the intention of melting away the fear in your bones. Your lips parted in gratification—much like your legs did—hole fluttering at the delicate press of his fingers.

“It’s more of a fear of the unknown,” You admitted with a sheepishness that had Alastor chuckling, but only for a moment, his attention quickly stolen by the sticky sound of his fingers circulating your clit. “Not… knowing what… malevolent being may be lurking in the shadows, waiting for the—ha—perfect opportunity to strike.”

Hmph—that was the only thing he was able to muster as he picked up the pace; and while he couldn’t see you all that well, he could feel your cunt flutter, and he could hear the sheets rustle with every twist and turn of your body. But before you could come undone at a meager rubbing, he abandoned your clit and trailed his slick-drenched fingers down your folds, pushing past them and into your neglected hole, eliciting a pleasured cry from you. A deep groan reverberated throughout his chest as your walls swallowed three of his fingers—and so effortlessly, too.

“Hand me my glasses, won’t you?” As soon as those words left Alastor’s mouth, you stretched an arm towards the nightstand on his side of the bed. “Anyway, there are more things that are worth fearing in this world, sweetheart. Not some invisible force such as a spirit.”

“Like the Bayou Butcher?” You innocently asked between bouts of pants, your hand desperately searching for his glasses in the darkness… all while his hand searched for that velvety spot in your walls that had you coming undone in no time. “I don’t want to end up in a gator’s stomach.”

“I suppose,” Alastor responded rather curtly, but you were far too lost in your pleasure to take notice of that, “Although, I wouldn’t fear them either,” He continued, the truth almost tumbling from his lips, “So long as I live, you don’t have to worry about a gruesome demise befalling you.”

At least that little bit he added towards the end was truthful, but because you didn’t know that, you chose to shrug it off. Your husband was a hunter, and you vividly recalled the way he effortlessly took down a stag with a singular bullet as you finally located his glasses, including the unrelenting strength he had in his muscles to carry it back on the way home. Still, you refused to believe he could keep you safe from a literal serial killer, the same one that had been tormenting New Orleans for quite some time already.

Alastor knew by the slow and tentative nod of your head as he put on his glasses that you doubted him, but he couldn’t do anything else to prove himself. So, he curled his fingers and assaulted that spot in your walls with a feverishness that had you writhing and moaning almost instantaneously, his palm moving against your swollen clit. He loomed over you almost menacingly as he fucked you with his hand, watching your back delicately arch up towards him, your hardened nipples peaking through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

But the squelching from your cunt… oh, that was what made Alastor’s self-control snap. He pulled his hand out of you before you could finish, and you would have whined at the loss if he hadn’t pulled down his pajama pants so hastily, the sound of his weeping cock smacking against his toned stomach making your hole flutter with anticipation rather than disappointment. But as he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your slick-drenched panties to the side, exposing your cunt to the cool air, he leaned in and nosed at your shoulder with a few more words.

“I meant what I said,” His lips moved against you as he grasped the flesh of your hip with one hand, the other moving the head of his cock up and down your folds, lathering himself with your wetness. “If I can kill a stag, I can definitely kill a man… “ He continued, finally pushing into you, your face falling into the pillow with a gratified moan, “…to ensure your safety, of course.”

Your dear husband would kill a man to ensure your safety, how… nice, you thought, communicating your appreciation by pushing your hips back with a nod that was much more firm and reassuring. A deep groan caressed your ear as you forced Alastor to bottom out, his cock kissing your cervix; and while he was well aware of the fact that you didn’t doubt him any less, he held onto you with a force that would surely leave bruises come morning, pulling his cock completely out of you before slamming back into you.

And he repeated this over and over again, unconsciously taking his frustration out on your poor cunt—for waking him up over some silly little fear of ghosts, and for especially doubting his ability to take a human being’s life. However, he supposed that you would eventually find out the harrowing truth behind his late-night shifts at the radio station as he reached down to rub at your swollen clit, encouraging you to come undone alongside him. And you did, your walls clamping down around him with a long whine.

“No more horror films from now on, you hear me?” Alastor stated as he went to plant a gentle kiss on your shoulder, his cock pulsating inside of your fluttering walls, but you swiftly turned your head to the side and captured his lips. “Oh, you cheeky little thing,” He murmured, whatever frustration he previously felt completely forgotten.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 20) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Fluffy husband is always welcome! He's so dorky in this chapter it's almost cringy but we all need some golden-retriever Henry Emily in our life too. Sorry it took so long to write, I was really struggling with some writers block for a while so I apologise for any issues with the flow~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM

The sweet smell of something syrupy and sugar, fruit hidden beneath it, filled your nose in the morning. Turning over in the large bed, your hand reached out for William only to find the mattress cool beneath your fingertips and making your eyes snap open as sit up. Wincing slightly as your body twinged unhappily and you blinked away the last of the sleep clinging to your eyes before your legs slipped out of the bed and padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor.

The space looked so different in the daylight, a window built into the slanted roof opposite the bed let in a lot of natural light, chiffon curtains fluttering in the slight breeze as you realised it was open. His bedding was black sheets with a blue comforter and black pillows, a stark contrast to the pale walls and matching the dark wood of the furniture around the place. It weirdly felt appropriate that William straddled the line between open and airy space with darker elements.

Your footsteps were silent as you pressed on through the house, coming to the old stairs and pulling down William's t-shirt around your body before you reached the bottom. Hearing humming coming from the kitchen, you managed to peek your head around the corner and smiled as you saw his broad back to you. Still wearing those sweatpants that he'd pulled on last night, but clearly focused on cooking as he partly turned to grab something from the counter, his sharp features looking handsome in the soft lighting as his greying stubble made his cheeks look a little more hollow. His salt and pepper hair messy like he'd just woken up, squinting as you realised that this was the first time you were properly seeing him without his glasses.

"Welll good morning handsome." You called sleepily, watching as he practically jumped out of his skin and hissed as the distinct sound of somebody slamming their foot directly into the nearest solid surface was only just covered by the sharp intake of breath. Your hands flying to cover your mouth as you gasped too even though you were completely safe. "Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry!"

"You're alright bunny, I didn't see you there." He laughed, crouching down to inspect any damage, more to his kitchen than himself before standing up tall once again and gently padding his way around the counter, his thick arms wrapped around you and holding you closely in a warm hug.

"How's my cute little superstar doing this morning?" He asked, kissing the top of your head as your arms wrapped around him in kind.

"Superstar? And I'm good...sore but good." Feeling him squeeze you tighter as he pulled back and inspected you with a frown, squinting in what looked like a slightly accusatory fashion.

"Bunny, baby-girl, you should have lead with that!" He began to ramble slightly as he focused on you, holding onto your shoulders and stroking his thumb over the curve of the joint appreciately as he seemed to tune you out almost in his slight panic.

"Will-"

" I'm sorry you're sore if I went too hard last night say and we don't have to do that again! Gosh I'm so stupid, I should have given you aftercare and made sure..no maybe I should have prepped you more-" Your own brows raised in slight amusement as you looked up at him, head cocked to one side as his voice slipped into that deep gravel.

"William."

"I am such a fool, an old fool! Bunny please can y-"

"WILLIAM AFTON." You finally broke through to him as he seemed to jolt at the use of his full name. Tensing before your hands reached up and cupped his cheeks lightly, thumbs stroking them over his stubbled cheeks and feeling him relaxing, torn from his little concerned spiral.

"William Afton, I love you. And last night was beautiful, and I wouldn't change it for the world, you hear me?" Watching his expression soften as you spoke,

"I do bunny...sorry I just..I wanted it to be special and I wanted to make you breakfast in bed and bring it up to you because you're special to me..I love you too."

"Good, now you've stopped panicking...is it bad timing to mention whatever you're cooking is burning?" Looking over his shoulder and towards the pan that was producing a little black smoke and smelt acrid, making William snap his head around and release you as he sprinted to the stovetop, swearing profusely as you dissolved into laughter over the whole situation.

If it was any indication as to what mornings were like in the Afton household, you were certain that you could live with that for the rest of your life.

It took William about another hour to clean up breakfast, or rather the cremated remains of the original breakfast plan and then to make some pancake batter, making sure that you had heaps of syrup, butter and cream on your pancakes that he even cheesily poured into a little heart shape.

It was entirely silly, but it was so cute that it made you smile even as you tucked in. Moaning at the taste on your tongue and William occasionally stealing bites from your fork and you from his as in the morning light, you both felt that playful spark passing between you. The cuteness of the morning suddenly broken by the telephone on his kitchen wall which had escaped your notice the night before ringing, William rolled his eyes and stood up, cracking his back before he picked up the reciever and crossed his broad arms across his chest, pressing a button on the wall unit so you could hear the full conversation.

"Morning to you Henry."

"Good morning Wil- Hey, how did you know it was me?" You stifled a giggle around a mouthful of pancake as William rolled his eyes again and rubbed his hand over his face.

"It's always you, the telemarketers don't even call this early anymore." William sighed before leaning against the wall, giving you a playful wink as he spoke to your mutual friend. "Anyway, you're not just calling for fun are you?"

"No, right! Yes... The reason I called!" You nearly choked as you could hear the mild confusion in Henry's voice before returning to it's naturally chipper state, probably forgetting why he was confused in the first place. "The reason I called is that I really need you to come in Will."

"It's my day off."

"Yes, I know I know, but one of the arcades isn't acting right and it's spitting out tickets when it's hitting low scores and nothing on the jackpot."

"Is it a One-Dee-Aye-Zero-Tee error?" He asked, taking a moment before you realised what he spelt and trying not to laugh even more as William gave you that confident smirk again that made your chest tighten up.

"No? You know I'm not familiar with all the error codes like you are! Please, please just come in for half an hour?"

"I uh...I would love to Henry but I genuinely can't." He replied, looking suddenly slightly sheepish as he moved his weight from one leg to the other, making you raise an eyebrow and point to yourself. William simply made a non-commital motion in return.

"Why? Wills if this is about your little guest that I presume is still there, just bring her along and I'll pay both of you for the day!"

"I can't drive, Henry."

There was a pregnant pause as you looked at the taller, older man with a furrowed brow and confusion written over your expression. Watching as even through the stubble you could see his cheeks flushing red and practically hear the gears of Henry's mind turning.

"Damn Will, I mean..did you like...break... it? Cause uh...wow that's mildly impressive almost if she-"

"No. No! God, no! Nothing like that!" William rubbed his hand over his face as he turned even more sheepish looking and could barely look in your direction as he tried to mumble something into the phone, only making you raise your eyebrows again. You could just hear Henry through the phone asking him to speak up however, clearly struggling to understand his friend as he tried to be discreet before William got frustrated and spoke loudly again.

"Look, I broke my damn glasses last night okay? I'm blind as fuck right now." You blinked in surprise as you vaugely recalled William throwing his glasses as they fogged up and bursting into uncontrolled giggled. Trying to clamp your hands over your mouth as you recieved a squinting death glare from your boyfriend as Henry spoke up again.

"You....How? Wait no, I don't want to know! But I do...but...how? How do you even???..." confusion evident in his voice as you tried and failed to stop your laughter.

"Look so I can try to get in but-"

"OH MY GOD IF YOU BROKE YOUR GLASSES WHAT DID SHE BREAK?!" you were unable to hide it as you burst out laughing, hearing Henry calling your name panickedly through the crackle of the telephone. "SPEAK TO ME, IF YOU NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE SAY 'PINEAP-"

William slammed the phone down on his friend as you looked at each other and burst out laughing again after a moment. Jokingly holding up some fingers and asking how many there were before William flipped you off and came over to kiss you, humming against your lips as he smiled into your laughter.

~~

"Bunny, we're going to be late." William laughed as he poked his head around the door to his room, looking at you sat on his bed and turning up the cuffs of the jeans he had leant you so that they wouldn't drag on the floor. He had had to lend you clothes for the day since you certainly weren't being let into Freddy's wearing that cute little dress from the night before, but his jeans drowned you even with one of his belts as tight it would go and a flannel shirt over a t-shirt.

You looked like you were a kid playing dress-up, but William simply smiled and padded over to you, wrapping his arms around you as he carefully tucked and adjusted the flannel to sit a little better on your much smaller frame.

"You look very cute though." Grinning as compared to his own lazy black t-shirt, opened pale yellow plaid shirt and jeans, you looked like a mini-him. Sticking your tongue out slightly as you shook your head.

"I look like a kid."

"No, you look like my beautiful bunny," He chastised playfully, giving you a slightly squinty smile as you noticed the bulge of his glasses tucked into his top pocket. It had admittedly been quite amusing when he revealed that they were really broken, one lens popped out and cracked so even if he could force it back into the frame, the vision would still be way off. You didn't remember him throwing it that hard the night before, but you supposed that you were focused on a lot more intense things instead.

"You're always going to say that, you love me." Rolling your eyes and watching as William raised an eyebrow before giving you a stern look and tutting through his teeth.

"I do love you, and here I thought you were a good girl."

"I am!"

"Good girls don't act like brats, they accept when their boyfriend says they're cute." Chuckling as he held your hand and kissed your forehead, humming against your skin before squeezing your hand and looking at you sheepishly again. "Although...I do need to ask a really big favour."

Crossing your arms after a moment, even in his squinty state, you looked all too cute and not in the least bit intimidating. Afton blinked and gave you that lopsided smile that made you melt, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he put his chin on your head. Breathing in and realising with a pang of both sadness and comfort that you smelled a little like his cologne as well as your own sweet perfume.

"I need you to drive us to work," He asked quietly, nuzzling into your shoulder as he dropped his head down, feeling you gently shake yours. "Please, I know you have a drivers licence."

"William..." You whined, feeling him turn his head and begin to place scratching kisses against your sensitive skin on your neck, murmuring 'please' against you between each one that made you think back to each delicious kiss the night before, groaning softly as you cradled the back of his head. "You're not playing fairly kissing me like that."

"You'll learn I don't always play fairly, bunny. Pretty please? I promise I'll take you to breakfast afterwards." Hearing the almost childish whine to his voice, you shook your head and laughed, carefully bringing his head up and kissing him as you looked at your handsome, older boyfriend and boss pouting like he hadn't gotten the candy he wanted.

"We've had breakfast, Will, both cremated and edible.

"Then I'll treat my pretty little bunny to ice-cream and cake and all the attention I can humanly lavish upon you?"

"Fine, twist my arm then. You're showing me how the hell to drive your car, and I'm not responsible for any scratches or paint work damage!" Kissing him again before taking his hand and walking down the stairs together, William holding your hand tightly and glad for the excuse that he could keep holding it for just a little bit longer.

~~

Driving through the small town and towards Freddy's whilst trying not to crash in William Afton's car that you definitely could not afford to replace, and you really hoped no cops pulled you over to ask for your registration details, was more stressful than you could have ever wanted to experience. Sure, you had a driving licence, but you didn't own a car and you were sure that the last time you had actually driven a vehicle was during your driving exam. But Afton had made it as comfortable for you as possible, and even allowed you to get out a block down from Freddy's and walk, since you both agreed that you weren't sure it was quite time to tell people about your relationship.

It felt strange, being inside the pizzeria without your uniform on now, and you called back to your first time arriving there, how nervous you had felt and how overwhelming the bright lights, colours and noise was. Now it felt strangely like home, like it really was a place where fantasy and fun could come to life.

Stacey wrapped you up in a bear hug once you got in, taking you slightly by surprise as you watched William slip in and through to the back hall to get his tool kit to fix the arcade, moving slower than normal to avoid earning an additional moniker to 'Wiffle Bat Willy' by punting a child in his blind state.

"Oh, em, gee! You're here on you're day off! Mr. Emily said you were sick on Friday and went home early and I was so worried!" The young woman gushed as she held you close and then at arms length, raising her eyebrow as you realised she had finally noticed what you were wearing. "And this...honestly isn't what I thought you would have as a personal style."

"Gee, thanks for your total vote of confidence!" You laughed, making your work friend laugh too as you shook your head. "It was what was clean and available." Not a total lie.

"Girl, stick a...darn...wash on, wear a skirt or something, god knows I would if I could right now!" Rolling your eyes at her statement, you looked over her shoulder at the groups of children running around carrying paper cups filled with half-strength sodas and hyper from pizza grease and carpet candy, raising your eyebrow as she followed your line of sight.

"Are you sure you want to keep to that statement?"

"On second thoughts, I have enough stains to get out of my clothes without having to scrub my legs raw to get off fizzy-Faz."

"Come on, find me a seat and I'll get a drink or something, I have to hang out for a bit anyway." It was Stacey's turn to raise an eyebrow now as you blushed, wondering if you had given too much away before she looked at the already blazing sunshine outside and sighed.

"Yeah, you don't want to be out there at the moment unless you're in some air conditioned car or bus. Come on, let's get you a table and I'll even get you a colouring sheet if you play nicely with the other kids!"

"Ha-ha, very funny." Ribbing her playfully in the ribs as you managed to snag a seat by the stage, prime real estate at Freddy's, and had a good view of the arcade, where you could see Will knelt on the floor and opening the back of a machine that had the 'out of order' panel placed over the screen.

"Oh look, you get a great view of Afton too!" Stacey laughed, making you blush more and smacking her arm as she retreated to just out of your reach. Cackling as she clearly enjoyed teasing you about what she presumed was a crush on your boss. "He's rubbing off on you too, that looks like one of his shirts."

You weren't sure how much hotter your cheeks could get as she disappeared to continue working, leaving you to sit and wait with your day dreams about what you would rather be doing as William Afton glanced over and gave you a soft smile that made you melt all over again.

[goatyuuji]

Sorry for the delay, but it's here now… Most of them are NC-17 and R rated, so read the tags.

One shots (1k-9k)

Incense by cielelyse (E, 6.6k)

“We wanted to know,” says Mimiko, “who between the two of you is the better fighter?” (Or: Satoru tries to prove he's better at close combat, but Suguru has other plans.)

Curiosity Killed the Crush by xBarbarellax (E, 7.5k)

Today was the day. No more chickening out, no more waiting for him to make the first move, no. Today, Hina was going to ask out Gojo Satoru.

all the world’s a stage by ruche

“I don’t deserve to love you,” Suguru offered. It was placid as a temple pond, at odds with all his feelings. His arms went limp at his sides. He smiled again, sweet and hollow. “Right?” Satoru recovered well enough. Intensity seemed to evaporate off of him within a few stiff seconds. “They deserve this, I deserve that,” he said after a beat. “Who died and made you king of the universe? Talk about obnoxious.” Suguru is horny and Satoru makes that Suguru’s problem.

closer to the bone by sanctify (E, 6k)

“How thoughtful of you.” Gojo eventually says as he rests the cuffs on his lap, skimming a finger along the black padding on the inside of one. “I saw that you had added them to your wishlist.” Geto hums, tilting his head in his direction, the sharp amber of his eyes like spools of molten honey. “I hope it wasn’t too forward of me.” This has Gojo burst out into a brief fit of laughter, the bright whites of his teeth showing as he leans forward to lay a hand on Geto’s chest, easy and playful and flirtatious. “I invite you over so I can record you fucking my brains out and post it online, and you think you’re being forward?” Gojo laughs again, a soft pink coloring the curve of his cheeks this time, accentuated by the highlighter he wore.

Thought you were about to get some foreplay with me by SaintOfAthena (E, 5.7k)

See, Gojo Satoru has a problem: there is a frontier that his true feelings cannot breach. When they try to force it, it is only at the cost of their true nature that they are allowed to pass. Consequently, after a mental breakdown due to a pimple that leads to Geto taking care of him, he jumps on the chance to tell him how he feels but things don't go as smoothly as expected.

up the river, we can go slow by Eskarina (E, 5.8k)

Satoru looks ethereal this way—like nothing has ever touched him. Like Suguru couldn’t even touch him if he wanted to. He does want to, eventually; ask Satoru if he’s allowed to leave marks that won’t disappear within the blink of an eye. He doesn’t think they’re quite there yet.

Trials and tribulations of loving Satoru Gojo.

Woozy by Kiboutie (E, 2.5k)

“I have infinity, remember? No one can touch me,” Satoru repeats, before slowly reaching forward and tucking a stray strand of hair behind Suguru’s ear with a wistful sigh. “Unless I want them to.” Alternatively, The one where omega Gojo continues to spend his heat with Getou, even after they've parted ways.

Longer fics (9k+)

4AM by damiselart (E, 10.8k)

Suguru and Satoru's meet cute but it's horny instead.

His **** is What?! by owl_beans (E, 10.1K)

Gojo Satoru did not have a crush on Getou Suguru. They had never even spoken to each other. Satoru was just curious about what neat and polite Getou Suguru was like when he wasn't all buttoned up. The answer was not at all what Satoru expected and even better than he had imagined. To no one's surprise, they hit it off infuriatingly well.

in the eye of the dragonfly by backbones (E, 9.3k)

Suguru first heard about the Six Eyes when he was still a child. Like most children his age, it sounded like a legend, or a fairy tale out of a book—and when he was a teenager, it became more real. Suguru was slated to be a sorcerer, but he still came from a modest clan inside the same village where the Six Eyes was born, and occasionally he would hear little truths: he was a boy of sixteen (like Suguru), he had eyes like the sky (unlike Suguru), or he will be the strongest sorcerer alive (not if Suguru had a say). But— He’s a boy, Suguru thought. He’s a boy. (In which the Gojo clan arranges a marriage between Satoru and Suguru.)

lovesick lullabye by pastelcoloureddreams (E, 18k)

"Satoru, you can't pretend like there's nothing more to us," Suguru appeals, grabbing the crook of Satoru's elbow. That certainly makes Satoru freeze but his eyes remain hard, an impenetrable fortress to the soft and vulnerable boy he knows still lives inside Satoru. "I still love you." "Love? Is that why you left me?"

Slow Hands by megumiblues (E, 12.3k)

Satoru is in desperate need of a massage, so who better to ask than famous masseuse Suguru, who just so happens to be the best friend he’s been in love with for over ten years now?

The Traveller's Song by No_Ir (E, 23.3k)

When it comes, the death of summer is vapid and quiet. It tastes like stale water and smells like memories gone bad in the heat. Nothing mourns it and the air is speckled with bits of seawater that cling to the dampness on the back of his neck. Crickets chirp throughout the night and the bed is too warm to sleep in, so he buries his face into pillows that smell like dust and salt and ignores the stabbing behind his eyes till he can feel the irritating warmth of another day on his back. I miss the sea, he thinks, staring at the familiar outline of the window, palm resting on the friend-shaped dent on his bed. Exhaustion drapes itself over his shoulders and sweat beads like pearls at the roots of his hair. I miss the sea like I miss my friend.

The Future of a Broken Past by dazylein (34.5k, ongoing)

Temporary amnesia due to severe trauma. It’s all the doctor can tell Satoru when he wakes up bloodied and bruised with no ID on him and no fingerprints matching any record. Plagued with the idea that his life must have been meaningless if no one is even looking for him, Satoru finds himself in front of a buddhist temple that proves him otherwise. As the haze around his memories clears, the guesses of who did this to him and why turn muddier and muddier.

[demonshauntingthedoves]

Chapter 1

Perfedious : A disloyal and faithless person.

Pairing : Yandere!Seokjin x female reader (Mirae)

Summary : You had dreamt of a beautiful man who held a diamond ring in his hand for you and the dream had come true when you saw Seokjin holding the same diamond ring and he slipped it on - your sister's finger - not yours. Sometimes what you want happens in the worst way possible.

Warnings : Heavy Angst, Family Problems, Age gap, Dilf, Dub-Con, Infidelity, Affair, Toxic Behaviour, Eventual Yandere, Eventual Smut, Just wait for Seokjin's dark Pov [hehehe].

WordCount : 4200+

The bus engine roars to life and so does your heart, anticipating to be free from the weight it holds. As the vehicle pulls away from the curb, you sank deeper into your sit. You closed your eyes and drew out a sigh- surrendering and letting the bus drag you away from the sins you ploughed behind. Your weary eyes were fixated on the window, watching the cityscape fade away gradually. Slowly the streets grew smaller and blurrier.

You glimpsed at your reflection in the windowpane- hollow eyes tiredly fluttering. You saw the reminder of your pain decorating the red rims of your swollen eyes and that was enough to make your tears well up again. You clasped your lashes shut, guilty tears running down your pale cheeks.

In times when everything got too much. Too unbearable.

You'd done one and only one thing and that was runaway.

You'd go away.

Far away from home.

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Harsh remarks, biting sarcasm, belittling words, that was all your mother had for you. Maybe that was what came as second nature to all mothers. They often nagged and ranted to their children.You'd even asked your friend Ari, if her mother also shouted at her all the time.

"Yeah, she scolds me but she always hugs me and caresses me after that." You ten year old friend had told you.

But your mother never did the latter part. She'd just leave you all sad and sobbing alone.

No loving words, no soft caress and no motherly warmth. You never got that. Atleast not after your father left home untold. It was after that day, her resentment towards you and your sister grew like a dark creeper. You'd never known the reason until one day you did.

"Your father left me because I couldn't give him a son!! There was no other reason for him to leave!!" She had spat irrationally on your faces.

It had hurt a lot at the sprouting age of twelve when she called you and your sister a liability. Minsu was older by eight years. Despite getting the same harsh treatment as you, you'd always thought she was at least lucky to have spent more years in the presence of father when everything was well. Unlike you who got no parental love and care.

Your mother had nothing to give you except her indifference.

No love.

No warmth.

And at some point, you stopped craving and begging for it as a child.

As the irritable years went by, it became more and more unnerving. And you no longer wanted to live like a quiet and depressed child, so you rebelled. You'd throw back comments and on queue the whole house would fill with shouts and screams. You were a total of three ladies in the house but the volume of noises that were heard outside were ten folds.

Your mother didn't wavered by your teenage rebellion. She just got more chances to cause drama. Reasonless arguing and condescending words.

Even public humiliation, the one time she came to meet your homeroom teacher. Nothing was worse when Miss.Choi had awkwardly asked you if she was your stepmother because indeed she treated you like one.

It became so exhausting that you gave up on fights and found ways to escape.

You stayed extras in school, went for night camps and trips, you just ran away from home.

This kept you away from your mother's temper tantrums for days.

You'd sleep more peacefully under the open starry sky than the roof of your own home.

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You were seventeen, when you had quite fortunately stumbled into this good-looking young man.

That time your nose had almost flared in anger looking at the feets of the stranger who had made you fall down until you looked up to see a handsome face.

That was the very first time you saw Seokjin.

Your face had changed from a dark shade of red to light shade of pink as you awed beautiful man.You were literally ogling at him from your tumbled down position.He was in his creaseless suit and dress pants.You had pretended to not notice the buckle of your knees when you took in his appearance.

How could a person be so handsome?

Your next camping trip was filled with whispers and giggles about the handsome man you had encountered and quite obviously got a little crush on. Your friend Ari had teased you all along the trip.She'd winked and nudged you with mischievous eyes and playful smile whenever you both shared a task and left you flustered.

It was under the canvas tents, that Ari had filled your head with intriguing and exciting scenarios about the man while chattering like a gleeful cat who was happy for her best friend to find a man for herself. Though it was far from the truth.

That day a tender symphony had played faintly in your heart.

That night, you had dreamt about him out of your impending fascination and admiration. 'His broad back; adorned in a white tuxedo; facing you. And then he turned back slowly- you stared at his beutific face, then his styled hair, then his pillowy lips and then his pretty eyes which fluttered up to look at you. You saw the caves filled with gems and diamonds in his sparkling eyes. And then you saw the velvet box in his hand which extended towards you.The box opened to reveal a precious diamond ring glazing so brightly that you shut your eyes from its intensity.'

Only to open your eyes and see Ari's groggy face the next morning.

Just the reminder of the fantasy brought a blushing hue on your face and fluttery feeling in your stomach. When you told Ari, she had squealed so loud in the bus and grinned at you.

"Your eyes are literally shining since you saw him, you know that." Ari told you in excitement.

"In all honesty, we should really go find him and then why not give it a try!!" Ari suggested.

And you shushed her because the single thought of meeting him again gave you tingles everywhere.

You had seen many girls with teeny tiny crushes but never thought you'd be one.

But again

You knew you were being stupid to dream about a man who was probably twice your age.

But again

It wouldn't hurt to dream.

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In the drapes of spring blossom, your sister got married.

As the vows and kisses were exchanged beneath the flower beds, your heart too, like the petals, fell to the ground.

The diamond in her ring finger shined just like the coat of tears welling up in your eyes.

Happy tears and sad tears.

You feigned the biggest smile till your cheeks hurt.

You had never thought you'd be so upset from inside at your beloved sister's wedding but you couldn't help it.

It was worth a grimace how familiar her groom looked to the man in your dreams.

Because indeed it was him.

Kim Seokjin

What a laughable coincidence it was!

Everything had happened so abruptly.

On the day you returned from your trip, you saw Seokjin for the second time.

But the foolish grin on your face was wiped away the moment you saw him sitting on your couch with your sister.

Their hands were intertwined like lovers.

And you were more surprised to see your mother's pleased face, who soon after declared they could wed in the coming week. The little celebration was carried on with clinks of wine glasses and plates of special dishes.

And you sat there dumbfounded and baffled by the sudden decision.

Minsu hadn't said a single thing about this.

Your sad face never went unnoticed by her and she explained to you with a calm sigh,

" I know Rae, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you but I was unaware that he liked me just as much I liked him."

"And then he proposed to me all of a sudden and I didn't feel like there was a single reason to say no."

And then she smiled bashfully like a damsel.

"Fate is a wondrous thing, Rae. I'm so grateful to the scriptor above wrote him in my fate."

Damn the scriptor.

You stomach had churned when you asked her,

"Do you love him?"

She looked at your glassy eyes.

"Do you think I'll marry a man I don't love?"

"Ofcourse I love him. Who wouldn't?" You felt your breath sink from her last sentence. You had seen the love and sincerity in her eyes.

Then her gaze shifted with concern to you and she squeezed your shoulder lightly.

"You are happy, right?" She asked you.

Your eyes darted away. You couldn't do this to her. You would not crush over her man. You should not.

You pulled her in a tight hug and hid your face as hopeless tears ran down your cheeks. You didn't know why you were feeling this myriad of emotions all of a sudden.

You couldn't place your finger on what you were feeling. There were so many things at once.

"Ofcourse I'm happy for you. J-just don't forget about me. Don't leave me alone with that omen." You heard her chuckle as she patted your hair.

"I will never leave you Rae, I promise."

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And that was how you stood beside her as her maid of honour. You stole a few glances at Seokjin who was so blissfully unaware about the way your heart and stomach felt tingles by looking at him.

You were so shameless to stare at him with intent just to see if he was really there and you weren't dreaming again.

You're not gonna lie but Seokjin looked so exquisite in his attire. So so beautiful that you almost got lost in watching him smile.

Seokjin wanted to have a small and uncrowded ceremony. He booked a hotel which was decorated like paradise. Interior graced with soft looking pink and white roses. And the garden was filled with cherry blossoms.

It was a wedding everyone dreamt of.

Under the trees, you sat with a pout and looked at the couple who were busy posing and capturing the memories of their wedding in the garden. Post wedding shoot.

Seokjin and Minsu,

They looked good together.

Now that you consider thinking, you were actually being childish and stupid to even have thought that you held any chance with him.

It was a stupid crush.

Little doration and little fascination, that was it all.

And it was plain stupid and dumb, to put so much strain and stress to your mind with whatever you were feeling.

Not only you but anyone would wish to have a man like him.

That's it.

One thing you knew was Minsu was dear to you and you'd do anything for.

So what you had to do now was let go of this stupid crush and the intrusive thoughts that came with it.

He was your brother in law now.

Avoid it or not.

And yet again you couldn't control the loud beating of your heart as he walked over to where you sat. Behind him, Minsu was still posing in her wedding gown.

You inhaled his expensive rosewood perfume as he sat down beside you.

Thank God your ears were covered by your hair or else he would have seen how red and hot they had turned.

"So, did you enjoy the wedding, Mirae?" He tried to strike a conversation with you.

You tried not to shy away from his gaze even if you were squealing inside just by hearing your name roll down his tongue.

" I-I did, it was gorgeous with all the flowers." You smiled and stared at the rose in his hand.

"And the food?"

" I didn't get to try the buffet yet because mother warned me to not eat before you both. I need to accompany you both."

Your voice grew smaller at the end thinking you spoke more than you needed to.

You heard his melodious chuckles looking at your frowning face.

"You don't need to worry about it, you can just go and have the food. Minsu had specially selected your favourite dishes."

Your eyes brightened at that and you looked up at him only to see him fondly smiling at you. He looked so princely. Your hands unintentionally squeezed the fabric of your baby pink dress.

You shook your head,

"No, I'll better wait for you both. And I guess Minsu's shoot is about to end."

You both looked at Minsu who was flaunting in her white gown ahead. Dangling a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

In your periphery, you saw him fiddling with a rose in his hand. He might have used it for the photoshoot.

You flinched when a blossom fell on you and he laughed at you. Your cheeks would have been dusted red by now.

"Why don't we go on a walk near the river until she gets back?"

He gestured towards the river at the other end of the garden. You gave a tiny nod and walked side by side.

The ceremony had ended by late noon and now the sun was dipping down the river. You had to crane your neck up just to look at his side face.

" I didn't get to ask this before but are you happy for your sister? "

You were stunned for a moment but put up a smile and replied,

"Yes, why would I not be? You both love each other and that's enough for me to be happy for her"

That's enough for me to let my chance go.

You were already getting tired to answer this same question again and again. Sick of convincing yourself that you were, happy.

You gulped when he observed your face for a few seconds, his eyes reflecting the golden sunset behind you and then he nodded.

Peering into his bourbon eyes was making your breath uneven. He was so so handsome, you had never witnessed a man like him. It was so hard for you to conceal the velvet fondness in your eyes.

You tried not to stare.

You tried not to show.

You were about to turn your face away to stare at the river on other side and also to hide your reddened face. But he tucked your elbow lightly,

"Wait"

His face was merely away from yours as he leaned down with furrowed brows. Your heart almost cried happily at his soft touch.

The symphony had come back and played in your heart again. Pellucid.

His leaned closer and his sweet wine-tinged breath hit you. Your legs were shaking under your frock. You were being skittish. If not for the light grasp he had on your hand, you would have staggered back and fell in the open river. Because your legs were out of control.

Like your heart.

Like your breath.

Like the ruby blood rushing to your full cheeks.

What were you feeling?

And what was he doing?

He plucked something from your lash and held the tiny piece of petal that had stuck in your lashes unknowingly.

"Uh, I saw this. It would have gone in your eye so I removed it."

He said simply as if he didnt just wrench your breath away and backed away.

You swiftly turned around to look at the shining ripples of water. Your eyes darted everywhere but at him.

You gasped when you saw something on the ground and crouched to pick it up.

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and leaned to look at the little leaf flat against your little palm, as you showed it to him.

A four-leaf clover

"You know it's so rare to find. Only the luckiest ones get the chance."

He was amused by hearing that and asked,

"So does it have more speciality?"

You nodded hurried and told him,

" Yes it does! The first three leaves are for hope, faith and love. And the fourth one which is rare to exist brings luck."

"Hmm..So aren't you the lucky one?"

You wanted to laugh and tell him that you were anything but.

It was ironic

To find a four clover on one your unluckiest days, if you put it out like that.

You grinned at him to hide your grimace and shrugged,

" I hope so I am."

" Ofcourse you are, now you got a brother-in-law at your side."

He said playfully and proudly.

Your insides winced at the mention of that awful term, you were already annoyed with that claim.

"But honestly, I will always love and protect Minsu, and hopefully take care of you too. I never thought I'd have such a little sister in law." He babbled his confession.

You had got so caught up with that 'take care of you too' that you didn't hear what he said next.

"I know how you two have been close and dealt with-with your mother, but I promise that- from now on I'll keep your sister happy."

You were melting at his words, at his need to constantly reassure you. That he found you important enough to assure it to. He was making you feel like the bigger person by saying those sugary words. And no one had ever taken that effort.

He even offered you the small pink rose in his hand to seal his promise.

And you took it with dreamy eyes, which you were sure won't get any sleep tonight.

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The bus screeched to a halt. You stepped down clumsily, clutching your bag. The bus drove off and you spun to walk forward as strides of your heels hit the cobblestoned lane of the small town.

The memories of your childhood swirled around you, winding through the streets like fleeting chuckles. Lollipops. Paper windmills. Little balloons. Your father.

This was his hometown.

The breeze caressed your face as if reassuring you that everything will be alright. You reached the designated home and knocked on the wooden door, only to be greeted by your Grandma's mushy face which bloomed with a welcoming smile.

The haven of herbs and medicines greet you next. Your grandma was a traditional therapist. She was known around for her herbal therapy. Everyone came to her 'Healing Home' for cure.

And maybe you did too. You came here for a cure. To seek her healing water which would wash you off your sins. To seek a balm to treat the wounds of remorse.

And to seek a refugee to coop up your pathetic broken self in.

It came easy for you to conceal what's inside you- your feelings. Conceal. Hide. Obscure them. That was what you had done all your life.

So just like your feelings, you wanted to hide yourself to. Anywhere. Away from prying eyes. Distant the whispers of blame and shame in your head. Detach yourself from his lingering scent.

You wanted to hide away and curl and cry and sought and mend yourself. And nothing was better than your grandmother's mending shelter.

She offered you tea. Caramel evenings were spend with honey teas and baked cinnamon rolls. You talked to her and told her how you wanted to take a break away from the city. You lied to her that office work was stressing and making you sick. You needed time away from all that and find peace.

Away from home.

Away from him.

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A/N : This chapter is pretty much about female mc and how she starts to like Seokjin.The seed is just sown. NGL it was way to angsty. Seokjin is good and kind in this and will be in further chapters until the facade slips.

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A little slice of bittersweet

A micro that grew rapidly out of control, whoops! @jilymicro-oops. I've wanted to write a larger piece for ages centered around this type of premise (ie one of them lives). Reading KSFM by @nodirectionhome-ao3 has only cemented this desire. Not sure whenever I'll get to it, or what it may end up looking like, but it was fun to play with this for now. Thanks for the inspiration Cam! I definitely borrowed a bit from your Lily here. Also some inspiration comes from the book Bittersweet which had a really cool chapter about the making of the film Inside Out.

Prompt: Inadequate

 Lily always found it hardest to be with herself when the house fell quiet. Rain fell against the window pane, blurring the reddened trees in their back garden. She rested her forehead against the cool glass, her breath adding to the condensation. She wrapped the throw tighter around herself, shivering from the coldness seeping through the pane, matching her insides. 

It was the same every year, the sudden turn of season that never failed to catch her off guard. A natural reminder that time continued, and that another year had passed in a daze. One that felt simultaneously slow and quick. 

Her eyes closed. Even moving across the country, the memory of Godric’s Hollow haunted her, following her all the way to Brighton. Her last view of it was one of charred ruins. Then there were the other images, the ones that made her wake with a scream caught in her throat night after night.  Tears burned, hot and prickling, and she wiped them away as they came. 

She could picture him now, knew he would encourage her to get up, put a record on and get to it. He’d pull her up with his large hands, saying something ridiculous to break her out of the ruminating she’d always been good at.  When she quieted herself enough, she could almost hear it, the timber of his voice saying her name; how James had always been able to say so much with just those two syllables. 

A creak on the stairs brought her back to the present. She glanced over her shoulder towards the hallway where the staircase was just visible. Between the banister was a small face, a mop of dark hair falling into green eyes that blinked at her sleepily in the faint light.

Despite the ache in her chest, she smiled. “You’re up.”

Harry remained silent but continued his descent. In his hands was the blue crocheted blanket Mary had made him in another lifetime, golden snitches stitched into the edges. His bare feet padded softly on the hardwood until he reached where she was perched on the built in window seat. Without any prompting she reached down and scooped him up, enveloping him in her arms and tucking him amongst the fold of the fuzzy throw blanket. His body was soft and pliable with his leftover sleepiness. Lily breathed in the sweet smell of her son, growing warmer with him there . 

“Did you have a good nap?” she asked against his neck. 

Harry shrugged his small shoulders, burrowing further into her.

Lily stroked his silky dark hair, the exact same texture and look as James’s. Most of the time these reminders were manageable, wonderful even. She was grateful that he’d left a part of himself behind. But at that moment her already tender heart squeezed like a vice in her chest. 

She closed her eyes and willed the tears to stay put.

Eventually Harry pulled back and she opened her eyes to find his combing over her features, hot little hand coming  to her cheek, voice gravelly from sleep. “Are you sad?”

Lily’s breath hitched as she stared into his face. Of course Harry didn’t just look like his father. Even at three he so eerily read her moods—despite how hard she worked to keep the worst of her grief tucked away from him.

Harry’s brow furrowed and Lily released a breath, taking his hand in hers she pressed a kiss to the back of his dimpled fingers. “A little,” she said softly.

His brow furrowed further. “Mummy, you have to be happy.”

Lily stilled, heart skipping at the certainty in his tone. Another trait he shared with James. She brushed the fringe of his wild hair and kissed the soft skin of his forehead.

“I am happy,” she replied. She touched the apple of his cheek, already less full then they’d been a year ago. “Sometimes grown ups feel happy and sad at the same time.”

Harry seemed to think this over. “How?”

“That’s a good question,” she said, her throat tight even as she couldn’t help smiling at Harry’s intense expression, this side of him the one that was more like her. “I don’t really know. I like to think as we get older and our bodies grow…you can hold more feelings inside you at once.”

“Because you get bigger?”

A wet laugh caught in her throat. “Maybe.”

She didn’t have the first clue how to really answer him. How did you explain to someone so young the way that the years built up around you, unexpected and hard won in many cases. That like a muscle, your ability to carry it all grew stronger, mainly because there was little other choice. Grief wasn’t exactly something you set down.

She continued to run her fingers through Harry’s hair, willing herself to think. She had a pile of books on how to talk to children about death and loss. Purchases she’d made out of desperation when Harry had begun speaking in more complex sentences, which had soon turned into questions she felt completely inadequate to answer.

Really, that was the matter of it all. She felt inadequately up for the task of raising Harry without James. Trying to explain to him again and again why his father was gone. That there was a sadness inside her that would never leave. That a piece of them would forever be missing.

Then there was everything else that came along with parenting. The big emotions that often took hold of her young child, the curious questions that were only growing more frequent. James would be a million times better at answering them than her. At all of it. He’d always known what to say and do. He’d always been the light that kept them all going. 

She looked down at the crown of Harry’s head, now resting against her chest. All of James’s light shone through him. For Lily he kept the darkness at bay. She knew this was an unfair burden to place on a child. But it was true. He was the reason she kept going at all. The purpose that made her pry herself from bed each morning. Still, she wanted to do better. 

She pressed her lips to his hairline. “Do you remember when Padfoot brought you a new broom?” Harry tilted his head, eyes meeting hers before he gave a nod. “You were so excited and happy, but then what happened?”

It only took a second for her to read the memory in his eyes. “I fell down,” he murmured, “and my knee got blood on it.”

She remembered that afternoon clearly. The bittersweet feeling of watching Harry fly higher than he had in the past. His small body already so adept and confident. He’d flown in large circles around the forested garden surrounding the tiny cottage that had belonged to Remus’s parents in Wales. The entire time she’d been unable to avoid remembering James encouraging a tinier Harry on his first broom ride. The sheer pride on his face—that would still be on his face if life was fair. 

Not that she wasn’t grateful for Sirius, Remus and Mary, who were there to cheer him on, but James’s absence had been glaring and unshakable. Then Harry had taken a corner too fast, slamming his legs onto some rocks. 

Lily traced the side of his face. “How did that make you feel?” she asked quietly. 

Harry paused, squeezing his well loved blanket. “Sad… and scared.”

“I know sweetheart. You were hurt and that’s normal to feel. Do you remember what happened after though?”

He went still, then his eyes brightened. “We ate ice cream.”

Lily smiled. “Exactly. Uncle Padfoot saw that you were sad, so he cheered you up.” Harry nodded along and she tilted his chin so they were gazing at each other. “Sometimes sadness helps other people see that we need them.”

There was far more complexity to it than that, but she knew this type of conversation would happen over and over throughout her son’s life. She’d already had to explain difficult things to him, swallowing down the pain of Harry slowly forgetting his father outside of pictures and memories shared by her and others. Another cruel part of time passing. Though the memory of a much younger Harry searching repeatedly for James in the months afterwards had been its own agony that she would never want to repeat.

The pain was inevitable, and Lily didn’t have all the answers, but she was determined to do her best. She refused to have Harry be afraid of his feelings. James had been brave with his love. They would be too. 

Harry was quiet and she kissed the top of his head again. “It’s okay to feel sad, it doesn’t mean you won’t be happy too.”

“You’re happy now?” he asked and she smiled through the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I’m very happy to be here with you right now. But I’m also sad because I miss your dad today.” Harry nodded thoughtfully and she continued to run her fingers through his hair. “I also think my heart has grown a lot, so it can hold all of that.  Does that make sense?”

“I think so,” Harry said softly. His small fingers fiddled with the buttons of her blouse. Lily let the rain fill the silence, hoping that she was saying the right things.

When Harry looked back up at her, there was curiosity shining in his eyes. “Mummy?"

"Yes, love?"

A smile tugged at his lips as his hands framed her face. "Do you need ice cream?” 

A hiccupped laugh escaped her and she hugged Harry tightly. All of the happiness and sadness swirling inside her as she felt the weight and feel of him. That the cheeky baby that James had known and loved was still there, even as he continued to grow and learn in leaps and bounds.

“You’re a bit of an ice cream monster,” she said finally, when she relaxed her hold.

He eyed her like he’d suspected her of having gone mad.  “No. I’m just Harry.” 

She taped his nose, smiling as she took in every detail of her sleep rumpled little boy. “Is that so? Alright, Just Harry…should we have a teeny tiny bite of the good stuff?”

His returning smile was all mischief, and right then the familiarity filled her with gladness. She stood up, hoisting Harry onto her hip, the blanket falling away. 

“Let’s get to it then.”

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I miss your writing😂 I need me some weems, now idk if you’ll consider writing age regression ? Bc I have another idea if you do.

So r is depressed bc they ran out of medication and forgot to refill it since they’ve become ill (me rn it’s horrid and messing with my head) no one’s seen or heard from r and weems has to do a welfare check. Here she finds a depressed and very sick reader. She knows of readers bad back ground (they are a shifter and was found hanging onto life after being abused in a facility like hydra for shifters) so when r becomes all clingy and very child like it confessed weems. R is so touch starved it’s insane, but with weems rn she’s like a child wanting and craving the affection just needing to be held. So naturally weems does that and that’s how she discovers the fever r has and that r ran out of her meds so weems nurses her better. Oh! Could also add r isn’t sleeping bc of nightmares due to their background?

Sorry for the long request and I’m not even sure it makes sense. I need my Damn pills lmao.

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A little sick

Pairings: Weems x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: you're sick and regressed.

TW: agre? Sickness, depression, medicine (prescription),

A/n I’ve never written this kind of thing before so tell me if any of its wrong. Cute request tho :) let me know if you like it or want to see more of this kind of thing.

Part 2

Waking up and feeling like your bones were made of lead was not the way you wanted to start the day. It took all of your strength to pull yourself upright. Standing on shaky legs you wobble over to your dresser pulling out the pouch of pills that helped you with the aftermath of the facility and the depression it left. You knew firsthand how bad it could be to be a shapeshifter. Hunted and experimented on. You drew a deep breath pushing the thoughts away and exhaling slowly and shakily.

Unzipping the pouch, you frowned. All the blister packets were empty. You were out. You slouched dejectedly. It was going to be a long day. Yoko had already left for classes and to be honest you didn’t really think you could make it to the wardrobe to get changed let alone all the way to class. You sighed dejectedly and hobbled back to bed and laid down on your back staring at the roof. The feelings were getting harder to push away.

Your chest felt hollow, and you choked back a sob. The last time you were sick … was back there and to be honest you had no idea what would happen if someone found out here.

You zoned out feeling a familiar fuzzy feeling swallow your mind. You tried to push it away which only seemed to make you headache unbearable. The pain was what made you slip. Dropping hard, you felt your body shift. Soon the bed felt much bigger as you curled into a ball and cried. You were tired but scared to sleep, the nightmares seemed to be ever persistent.

You had no idea how long you had been crying, small sobs wracking the tiny body on the bed. Soon a knock sounded on the door.

Weems had had reports all day that you had been absent. Knowing your history with depression she knew it was imperative to do a welfare check as soon as she could. Looking at her calendar she swore. She had a copy if the nurses schedule for meds and prescription refills. Yours were out and it looked like nobody had picked up more for you.

She finally signed off the email she had spent the morning drafting to the mayor. Closing her laptop she toed on her heels, opting to take them off to give her feet a break when sitting and stood smoothing out her skirt. She hurried out the door and to your dorm. Hearing small noises inside she hesitated before knocking, she knew you were in there was was slightly terrified of what she would find inside the dorm.

Hearing the soft knock on the door you wiped a small fist over your eyes and sat up still silent tears running down your cheeks. You waited and heard the door open.

Weems peered into the dimly lit room; the windows still drawn. She saw a small lump on the bed and slowly walked over. The closer she got the more shocked she became. Why was there a toddler in the dorm and why did she look exactly like … y/n?

Small sad eyes looked up at her and sniffled. Weems stood awkwardly not really knowing what to do. She had a suspicion. She knew you were a shifter like herself. She looked down at you and it clicked. It made sense with the amount of trauma you had. You had regressed both physically and mentally to a child. Looking down at the sad child, you looked up at her and extended your arms.

“Up?” You asked with childlike innocence. Weems felt her heart melt. Gently she placed her hands under your arms and lifted you onto her hip. Almost straight away you buried your face in her neck, and she let out a soft gasp.

You were face too warm. Gently she peeled your face from her neck so she could look you in the eyes while she bounced you on her hip. You let out a soft whine at the loss of contact and weems shushed you as she placed a gentle hand against your cheek then forehead.

“Oh honey. Are you not feeling too good right now?” She asked. “Do you feel icky?” She said and you nodded and sniffled, the tears slowing.

“Alright. Well, we are going to get you some medicine then we are going to come back to my place for some sleep.” She said and you whined.

“No sleep.” You pouted and Weems frowned. “Cuddles?” You asked.

“Ok sweet girl you can have cuddles but why no sleep?” She asked.

“Mean dreams.” You pouted and she felt her heart break. Of course, you had bad dreams, that was almost assured with what you had been through. Why didn’t she think of that. Patting you back she used a hand to guide you back to her neck as you put your thumb in your mouth.

Weems winced knowing it probably wasn’t clean but there wasn’t much she could do about it right now and she preferred it to the crying. Holding you on her hip with one arm and the other on the back of your head she saw a small white fluffy thing under your blanket walking over and pulling out the stuffie you brightened as she tucked it between you and her chest as you wrapped you free arm around it.

“Alright honey let’s go get some medicine for you.” She said and left. She knew the school week enough to make sure nobody would see the two of you, God the rumours would be endless if students saw weems with a child. Careful to avoid any class windows Weems made it to the infirmary. As a shapeshifter herself she knew that the doses of medicine would need to match the physical size of the body. Balancing you on her hip she looked into your eyes.

“How old are you sweetheart?” She asked and you looked at her shyly holding up four fingers and puffing your chest out.

“Im four.” You grinned.

“Wow. Big girl huh?” She asked and you smiled wider.

Weems pulled out the bottle of medicine labeled 3-6 and any other supplies she would need. Carefully making her way back to her office she slipped back into her own quarters to take care of you.

You whined as she set you down on the couch but stopped as she lifted you back into her lap. You sure were clingy like this. Measuring out a dose of medicine Weems coaxed you into drinking it which made you stick your tongue out in disgust after.

“Yucky.” You said. Weems chuckled.

“Im sure it was sweet girl.” She said and stroked your hair. You buried your face in her chest and fisted your hands in her shirt.

“Alright bedtime. I think someone needs a nap huh?” She said and you whined.

“Nooo.” You said.

“Alright how about some cuddles instead?” Weems asked and you smiled.

“Cuddles?”

“Yes. Cuddles.”

“Yay cuddles.” You celebrated.

“Alright sweet thing lets go to my bedroom and we can cuddle.” She said knowing you would fall asleep in no time. Curling into her chest more and wrapping you small arms around Weems she felt her heart melt again as she ran her nails up and down your spine. You shivered and enjoyed the touch.

After a few minutes you seemed to be fighting sleep, eyes drooping before flying wide open again with a small whimper.

“Honey whats the matter? Why won’t you sleep love?” Weems asked softly.

“Bad dreams.” You whimpered softly and weems patted your back running her hands through your short hair. It was much shorter than normal probably from the shift.

“Honey, you need to sleep, I’ll be here the whole time. I won’t leave your side, ok? Do you think you could be a brave girl and get some sleep for me?” She asked softly.

Burrowing your face into her neck you nodded and shuffled around to get comfy. Weems knew either way based off how exhausted you seemed you would be asleep soon regards of what you wanted.

And as predicted after about five more minutes weems felt your breath even out against her chest and heard small snores coming from you. She smiled softly down at you and decided then and there she would never let anything hurt you again.

MASTERLIST

[your-local-hollow-lover]

Instinctual holdback

Summary: Since you started your sex life, Shinji had rejected the idea of doing anything face-to-face. Occasionally, the worst parts of you whispered cruel intrusive ideas regarding him thinking about someone else. The truth, however, was shockingly different.

A/N: Yeah, I have the biggest crush on this man. This is a love letter to him 💜

Warnings: NSFW / sex toy/finger sucking/hair pulling / gag (BDSM device) / slight bondage / slight dom/sub dynamic / praising/clothed sex (Shinji's end, reader's naked) / established relationship / super slight dacryphilia, only if you squint / teasing/cheek (face) clutching/purring/pleasure-dom!Shinji / fem!reader /

18+ content - MDI

There was a ghost story surrounding the walls of the Fifth Division: the ex-captain had died after turning into a half-hollow monster. 

Shinji could sense how terrifyingly shocked his subordinates were to have him near when he returned. Despite his comical personality beginning to cushion the weight of suspicious glances, there were still those who did not accept the idea of someone like him in the Gotei Thirteen.

When he started to get close to you, Shinji's gaze lingered over yours a bit longer, searching for any sign of rejection. But never finding anything more than good-natured warmth, he gradually began to let his guard down.

It felt good to be close to someone who saw only him, not what he had been before the accident or what he became afterward. Sometimes, when you were snuggling while listening to some jazz records, Shinji would wonder if happiness was an accurate word to describe the feeling expanding in his chest.

Soon, gentle caresses and sweet kisses were no longer enough. Fortunately, your longing for him matched his own. Now, Shinji could show you other fascinating things he had discovered during his time away from Soul Society.

“These toys I brought from the human world are neat, aren’t they?” he asked, his tone full of the usual bantering.

The red gag in your mouth didn't let you answer. Your arms were tied behind your back, your ass up, showing him the best view. Slick slipped through your inner thighs as Shinji had been teasing you for what felt like ages.

You glanced at him. Shinji had the biggest grin on his face watching as the toy moved inside your cunt, amused at how you were desperately clenching to keep it there. 

"Easy there!" He teased. "We don't want it to get stuck." 

You were begging for him to touch you, but the gag in your mouth muffled every word. You were on the verge of tears. Shinji only got up when the first puffs left your mouth. 

"Aw, was it too much?" He approached, sitting on the bed beside you. Shinji freed your mouth.

"Please," you cried, your voice cracking. Hot tears pooled in your eyes. "Please, I’ll be good.”

Shinji wiped away your tears with his thumbs and grasped your chin to tilt your head before pushing his fingers into your mouth. "Show me how good you can be."

You sucked on them through shaky breaths, rolling your tongue from his fingertips to his knuckles. Shinji hissed, pulling them out. He pulled your hair to lift your head before he kissed you. You could feel the piercing on his tongue as it moved in your mouth. It was so heavenly long that a drool slipped from your lips. The sound of your soft moans delighted his ears. 

“You are so hot when you’re desperate,” Shinji panted after letting go. He shut down the toy. You whined. “Will you be good if I untie you?”

"Yes, yes I will!" You couldn't help the eagerness in your voice. 

Shinji hummed, pretending to consider before clicking his tongue. He pulled the toy's string, dragging it out. You whimpered at the emptiness. Shinji proceeded to untie the ropes, and the relief you felt when your sore arms fell to your sides almost made you moan. Shinji stared at the marks, tracing them in wonder.

"You look so hot like this," he praised. 

In a quick motion, Shinji undid his tie. The dim light of the room framed his neck beautifully. You reached down to spread your folds for him. 

"Shit," Shinji breathed. Forget undressing. He untied the front part of the uniform.  His predatory look over your body was making you ache.

"Get on your knees," he instructed, helping you up. "Place your hands on the wall."

You obeyed quickly, bending a bit. Shinji panted as he rubbed his cock over your cunt before sliding in. You moaned when you felt him stretching you up. Shinji sighed after bottoming out.

You felt his breath over your ear. He sniffed your hair. You clenched and unclenched around him to ease yourself a bit. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?” 

Shinji groaned as he kissed you again. You moaned into his mouth when he started thrusting inside you. "You're going to feel it too," he managed through an agitated breath, "all that you do to me."

He groped your body greedily with both hands, palming your thighs, your tummy, gripping one of your breasts as he kept fucking you from behind. You threw your head back, gaze full of bliss as you enjoyed his hands on you. The best tickles always roamed your body like static after the trace of his touch. You loved every bit of it. 

Shinji bit your ear, and you moved your head to grant him space. He left a trail of open-mouth kisses on your neck, nibbling from time to time. He rolled your nipple between his fingers. 

“Baby- You fuck me so good,” 

Shinji moaned, squeezing you closer. You felt so pleased, so warm. 

You grasped his hair before trying to turn back to meet his eyes, but Shinji roughly clutched your cheeks, digging his nails into them. "N-No, don't look at me. Close your eyes," he licked a stripe over your pulse line. You whimpered. "Enjoy yourself." 

Since you started your sex life, Shinji had rejected the idea of doing anything face-to-face. At first, you thought he did not take you seriously. However, after a million failed attempts to have him address the reasons, you had given up. Perhaps, Shinji didn't find those positions hot. Yet, occasionally, the worst parts of you whispered cruel intrusive ideas regarding him thinking about someone else. 

After almost one year of dating, you wouldn't tolerate it anymore.

You yanked his hand off and turned.

Shinji froze when your gaze locked his. The pair of yellow irises swimming in a pool of gray made you gape. You held in a gasp. 

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, “It happens. We’ll be good as long as I hold it back.” 

“Hold it ba- ?” 

It hit you then: the main reason for his reluctance to let you see him was fear of rejection. It made your heart ache.

Shinji avoided your gaze. “Hey, hey, don’t make such an ugly face. It’s just something that comes with the package. I won’t harm-”

“I know that.” Your voice was suddenly too sharp. He eyed back at you. “And you should know I wouldn't be afraid of you,” you wanted to cup his cheek, yet, given the position, you could only aim to run your fingers through the side of his golden hair. 

“You aren’t?” 

“No,” you assured, tenderly. You grasped his hands to tangle yourself in his arms again. Shinji responded to the embrace, holding you gently. “I love you, every part of you.” 

"Geez, don't be gross," he whined, turning his red face aside. 

You chuckled. “Now that we cleared that up, when you thrust inside me again, make sure to fuck me like you want to. No holding back.” 

Shinji kept your look. “It might hurt.”

“Make it hurt then.” 

“Fuck,” Shinji hissed.

He bit your shoulder before resuming his pace, this time rougher. You gasped as he knocked the air off you. “Y-you asked for it. Keep that in mind.” 

You whimpered as the tip of his cock grazed that sweet spot inside you, too good for you to respond. All you could do was allow him to keep sucking on the skin of your shoulders.

“Look at me,” Shinji told you in a shaky voice. 

You obliged, settling your head on the crook of his shoulder. His eyes projected how much he was burning for you. You reached for his hair to pull him in for a kiss. He nibbled your lips, panting against your mouth. You liked his teeth. 

You guided his hand through your front, tracing the path from the center of your chest to your lower belly, and down to your clit. Shinji muffled a moan on your lips at the touch of your slickness. He circled the soft nub dutifully.

“Yes,” you hissed just when his pace matched his hand movements, building the heat so fucking good. Your pussy tightened in response, and his cock twitched with the squeeze. 

Shinji broke the kiss to look at you through hooded eyes, his brows furrowed as his moans became louder, like drunk breathings. He was as close and desperate to come as you were. 

An inhumane sound poured out from the back of his throat, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Shit, you sound so hot,” you coaxed, “Let me hear you more babe.” 

Shinji's moans got mixed up with it. The sound resembled a strange kind of purr. It was the most heavenly sound your ears had ever made out. 

You could feel his shaky breath over your mouth as his pace became frantic. You pressed his hand more onto your clit, helping him keep the movement even. That friction sent you over the edge. Your hand went to grip his hair as your back arched. You came loud and long.

Shinji pulled out roughly. The sudden emptiness was almost cruel before the hot loads splattering your back began to ease it. Shinji leaned on you to catch his breath. You placed your forehead on the wall, enjoying the temperature change. 

He took off his uniform, and you felt him cleaning you up with it just before you collapsed onto the bed. 

The mattress cracked when he lay beside you. 

“You were truly holding back before,” you commented, turning to snuggle him, still wrapped in the after bliss. 

Shinji pulled you under him so harshly that it made you squeak. His eyes held a glimmer you had never seen before, his grin was wider than ever.

“I’m glad I don’t have to anymore.” He clapped his mouth on yours, and you did your best to keep up with his abusive kiss. He bit your tongue. “I wanna keep fucking you,” he panted over your lips. “so let me,”

Oh, dear, what did you just get yourself into? 

[ovaruling]

hey girl! happy to—the buccal fat removal was pretty simple compared to the other surgeries, but it was still very painful. as i understand it, the surgeon made incisions on the inside of both of my cheeks, and entered that way, and sucked out the “buccal fat yolk,” as he called it. he explained to me that there’s a pouch of fat there that is yolk-like, and does not usually disappear, even with dramatic weight loss, except in cases of extreme malnutrition where there is no reserve left. that’s how he put it, anyway.

so, he essentially stabbed inside my cheeks through up where the “cheek fat” was, just under my cheekbones, and sucked the fat through those incisions and stitched them from the inside. it was, as i said, extremely painful, and eating and drinking was very difficult for a long time. the scars are inside my cheeks and i can still feel them if i run my tongue over them.

the entire cheek area on both sides, inside and out, is mostly numb. sort of like… when Novocain has started to wear off at the dentist.

but i get sudden, electrifying wallops of pain where the buccal fat used to be at completely random times. i get at least one or two a day. it is pretty agonizing, ngl. it feels like instantaneous nerve pain, if you’ve ever had a dentist nick a nerve on a sensitive tooth. it runs through the cheek into my sinuses and down into my gums and it takes my breath away. when these episodes first started happening i genuinely thought i was having a stroke.

i get a lot of migraines now (brow and temple) and my jaw sits really uncomfortably—i’m always having to bite my inner cheeks or suck my cheeks in manually, or else they become fatigued.

a good experiment is—try to hold your mouth open as long as you can. just—open like a crocodile. as wide as you can go, until your cheeks reach the utmost point of fatigue. that’s what it feels like all the time if i try to relax my face—unless i am constantly drawing in my cheeks or making a “duck face,” my cheeks feel fatigued. i don’t know why—maybe they’re strained without the fat there to support them. collapsing, i guess.

it’s really uncomfortable tbh. i’ve gotten used to it, but it sucks.

and it just looks weird as hell too. all it did was age me and make me look dehydrated and starved.

ykw, i guess it really has affected how i do everything with my mouth and facial expressions. they all had to change in some way to accommodate the new “dimensions.” i wish i could show a before and after pic, bc i had a ton of nice healthy buccal fat and now i just look soooo hollowed out and honestly i look so bad lol. i smile differently, i make all my expressions differently. what feels “natural” is kind of weird—cheeks sucked in manually, or lips sucked into my mouth manually. biting of upper and lower lips into the mouth. just… a constant need to draw the face inward to relieve the cheek fatigue.

which leads me to say that once again there does not seem to be a resting position for my face anymore. it’s a neverending strain on the cheek muscles. maybe that’ll change over time—or maybe i’ll strengthen the cheek muscles with facial yoga, idk. but for now it’s a constant nagging need to keep my cheeks sucked in or my lips drawn into my mouth, like this…

…so that they’re supported in some way from the fatigue. idk, it’s really weird. hate it.

the sudden pains are pretty bad too esp bc i never know when they’ll happen. there’s no trigger, really, but i have noticed that cold or hot drinks/foods mean they’ll happen within the half hour. the worst is when they happen WHILE i’m drinking hot coffee or am mid-chew in food. i’ve almost choked a few times that way, lol. super annoying.

that’s all i can think of for now! hopefully that helps a bit. please feel free to ask any specific questions i didn’t answer!

[beewolfwrites]

The Oar in the Sand: Chapter Twenty-Four - My Name is Nobody

A slightly smaller chapter than usual, but it turns out it’s really hard to write a full chapter when your character doesn’t speak to anybody :’) 

And as for that ending, yes, we’re going there. Alone. 

(Also, it was kind of funny reading through comments from the last chapter. You guys were either Team MC/Reader or Team Chishiya haha)

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I don’t know which woke me up first, the throbbing ache in my head, or the beam of sunlight slanting across my closed eyes. The ground was cool and damp against my cheek. I tried to open my eyes; the sunlight was too sharp, too heavy. It took a few tries before they adjusted to the bright light, and only then did I become aware that my clothes were pasted to my skin, wet and icy cold from the storm. I shivered, mouthing the first word that came to mind. 

‘Chishiya.’ 

No. That wasn’t right. The last thing I remembered was the sight of Chishiya’s back as he walked away from me. 

Oh… I see. 

I dragged my hand across the ground, feeling for something — anything — to grasp onto. The ache in my head was unbearable, and I needed to get up. The paving stones were cutting into my shoulder, the slabs solid and unyielding against my body. Flattening my palm against the ground, I attempted to lift myself upright, despite the shooting pain behind my eyes and the heaviness in my chest. 

It took several minutes before I could lift myself off the ground and into a seating position. Squinting, I finally remembered where I was. It was the same street, filled with vacant bars and restaurants, old beer bottles still on tables, bistro chairs rusting from the intermittent rain. Only, the walls were now crawling with foliage. Vines were tangled in webs across the windows, some crawling between paving stones, curling around dining chairs and tables, anchoring them to the ground. And that was just the start. Long blades of grass were poking between the cracks in the ground, rustling gently in the wind. 

Since when does grass grow that quickly?

I could have sworn that there had been no grass or vines earlier. How much time had passed since Chishiya left? I turned around, only to freeze. 

That’s… that’s not possible!

From this confines of this narrow street, I could see the tops of skyscrapers, swamped with vines and leaves. Street signs were almost entirely covered with shrubbery, and in places, the grass was tall enough to brush the windows of cars and vans. Nature had taken over the city. 

What’s happening to this place?

The city seemed to have aged ten years, and I felt as though I had aged alongside it. 

Now that I was sitting upright, some of my strength had returned, even if my limbs were still unsteady and I was shivering in my wet clothes. With two hands braced against the ground, I managed to stand, swaying a little with the sudden movement. I spied a convenience store just twenty feet away, and shuffled towards it, ripping a web of vines away from the door. 

Inside, the shelves had been looted of any valuables, but there were still some items left. I searched around for anything edible. Now that the fear from the Jack of Hearts game had subsided, my stomach was growling in protest and my throat was parched. Having eaten cookies during the Jack of Hearts game, and ramen in the hospital, I wasn’t sure why I should be so hungry. But then I caught sight of myself in the mirror above a sunglasses stand, and barely recognised the hollow ghost there. I knew I had lost weight, having seen my awful appearance in the mirror back at the furniture store. But this… this was different. The shadows under my eyes were more pronounced than ever, my skin had turned a sallow, sickly shade, and my cheeks were sunken like the skeletons from my nightmares. The reflection was a shadow of myself. Or at least what I used to be. 

I looked away, ashamed at what I had become. 

After exhausting the shelves with no luck, I moved to the storeroom behind the counter, finally coming across a couple of packets of dry noodles. There was no bottled water around, let alone a portable camping stove, but they were better than nothing. I slowly crunched my way through the noodles, leaning against the counter out of fear that if I sat down I wouldn’t get back up again. 

I guess even here you can get hypoglycaemia. 

The noodles didn’t exactly taste of anything, but they satisfied my hunger and gave me a little strength. Though I wasn’t sure what the point of it all was. Chishiya was gone. So was Kuina. This world was now overgrown and empty. What was the point in surviving anymore? 

I had no motivation to move or even continue on. There was no reason for me to keep going. And yet, I still found myself moving towards the door, wandering shakily down the street without any real awareness of where I was going. The only minotaur in this labyrinth of a city was the King of Spades, but even then, I didn’t really mind if he caught me. 

It wouldn’t change anything. It couldn’t change the past. 

Squinting against the burning sunlight, I came across an open shopping district with bars, stores and eateries. Just like the rest of the city, the grass had wound itself around the street lamps, strings of ivy circling cars and signposts, foliage engulfing the outdoor dining areas. 

Shuddering in my icy clothes, I immediately entered the nearest women’s clothing store and didn’t waste any time in selecting a new outfit; a clean, soft hoodie, undergarments, a pair of jeans, and trainers that weren’t caked in mud. 

Warm, dry, and no longer shivering, I ventured into a neighbouring restaurant in search of water. All I needed was a bottle or two. Maybe water would cure me of this headache. The restaurant was a modern sushi bar, and from the moment I opened the door, I was assaulted by a foul smell. The tables around me were exactly as they had been left, with small bottles of soy sauce, used plates of half-finished food, and flies devouring the leftovers. Clamping my hand over my nose and forcing down the urge to gag, I traced the main source of the odour to the static conveyor belt, in particular, the small plates of rotting rice, nori and seafood. 

At least I didn’t come in here for food.

Holding my nose, I found the mini-fridge under the counter with bottles of water stacked inside, grabbed a couple, and hurried out of the restaurant before it made me sick. Outside, I gulped the fresh air, clutching the bottles to my chest. I had been told that the Beach’s supply runners never ventured into restaurants, and now I could see why.

I stumbled my way over to a bench, ripped open the cap from one of the bottles and gulped down the water. I knew I was thirsty, but I hadn’t realised that I was this thirsty. I demolished both waters easily, and after sitting on the bench for a little while, the dull, throbbing ache in my head did ease slightly. Although I felt a little better physically, the heaviness in my chest remained. Nothing ahead was clear. 

Where do I go from here?

Suddenly, a whistling metallic screech sounded from far away. 

I’m sure I didn’t see any blimps around here. 

I stood up, looking around for the source of the sound, and caught sight of a blimp in the distance, its body half-concealed between two buildings as it plummeted to the ground. I only glimpsed the face card rippling in the wind before it too was consumed by billowing flames. 

The Jack of Diamonds. 

“‘If you need me, you know where I am.’”

No. 

I had no business going there. Not anymore. That path was closed to me now. I had to forge a different one. 

And so, I began wandering again. Once or twice, I saw others searching for supplies or walking together. I didn’t bother speaking to them, and thankfully they ignored me. I was glad to be a passing shadow. I was used to this solitude. It was familiar, painful yet comforting, despite what my brother had always told me. 

‘You can’t spend your whole life alone,’ he had said to me, just after we arrived at the airport. It was such a long flight, and we were sitting in arrivals, waiting with our bags for his friend to pick us up. ‘I know it’s hard, but one day you’ll have to leave on your own accord. He’s not just going to let you go easily. You need a plan.’ 

I had been sipping a bottle of fizzy water, staring at the darkness just beyond the large airport windows. ‘It’s easy for you to say,’ I’d mumbled. ‘Dad’s okay with you doing whatever you want. You don’t know what it’s like.’ 

He had grimaced bitterly, running a hand through his sandy hair. ‘Okay, fair enough. I get that. It’s hard leaving a place when you know there’ll be backlash. But you know, he can’t physically stop you from just walking out. It has to happen eventually. People can’t survive holed up like that.’ 

‘You’d be surprised. I’m still alive, aren’t I?’ 

And then he had smiled. But it was nothing like his usual sunshine grins and contagious laughter. I’ll never forget the strange, knowing look in his eye when he asked, ‘Are you?’ 

Now, with no destination ahead of me, and a past I couldn’t return to, I finally understood what he meant. I had never been truly alive. I thought I was, at the Beach or in the furniture store, laughing with Kuina over her silly stories whilst Chishiya pretended that he wasn’t listening. But really, I was living through them. I had no stories of my own to share.  

I was empty. 

Maybe that was the reason why my footsteps faltered before a tall, sleek hotel. My eyes traced the scale of the building, finally coming to rest on the blimp humming far above, its face card rippling in the wind. I didn’t really understand what drew me towards it. Perhaps a vague curiosity. Or disinterest. 

If life is just a meaningless gamble, then why not take my chances… 

The dice was mine. 

And with that thought, I trudged towards the doors to the hotel and stepped into the King of Hearts venue. 

[tohisprettyc00l]

I’m here for two toh matchups ^^

I have short, chocolate brown hair, pasty skin, a small button nose, heterochromia eyes that are green and hazel, long boney fingers, a thin body with long legs, and some freckles on my cheeks.

I usually wear hoodies and sweatpants, but I also have some Goblincore/fairycore outfits as well

I’m calm and collected most of the time, and extremely observant, I also observe people’s body languages and can tell how a person feels easily.

I like collecting rocks and cute trinkets, choker necklaces, pendants, rings, anime, kids shows, cats, being alone, daydreaming, music, long car rides, nerdy things like science and physics, marvel, DC, a show called ‘The Hollow’ on Netflix (if u haven’t seen it u should check it out it’s super good and incredibly underrated), playing video games, writing, nature, swimming, taking care of plants, helping people, Halloween, rain, the smell of the morning dew, waking up late, the smell of Christmas, Pokémon, history, etc.

Disabilities: Anxiety, depression, ADHD, selective mutism, PTSD.

I never usually talk unless I have to, and I mostly just nod or shake my head.

I love solving puzzles, and I’ve been told I’m very smart, usually getting A’s and B+’s

I know karate and I can fight with a staff

I collect crystals among many other things

I am very anxious when I’m out in public, and I tend to fidget slot with my hands

My gender: Gender-fuild, but I prefer they/them

My sexuality: Pansexual, Polyamorous,

My age: 16

If you don’t mind, I’d prefer 1 male match up and 1 female match up

I match you with: Hunter Noceda!

-While 'calm and collected' might not seem to go with Hunter, you'd actually be wrong. Get him out of a life-threatening situation (Let him chill for more than five minutes I'm begging you) and he'll be pretty fucking chill.

-I feel like when Hunter was getting used to the whole "not being a child soldier" thing, he started observing how people acted to get a better understanding of the outside world.

-Hunter watches shows made for teens and kids and you can't convince me otherwise. He's making up for his lack of TV past.

-Hunter spends half his time daydreaming tbh. Now about you sdjkh-

-He likes going on walks and looking at nature (we have certain plant witch to blame for that.) So he's 100% down to just chill outside with you and/or talk about nature with you.

-Since you wake up late he's always made you breakfast before you wake up.

-Y'all both get hella good grades. (Please give your grades to me)

-Hunter also fidgets around a lot when he's nervous.

-He has 10/10 fighting skills.

I also match you with: Willow Park!

-Damn you got both the members of Huntlow.

-goblincore and fairycore are just on the opposite sides of nature and plant aesthetics. And Willow loves any nature-themed looks.

-A big part of personality is being calm and collected, For better or for worse. (The whole I can do this thing)

-Willow has a bunch of rocks all over her room. not even out of her love of nature she just likes how rocks look.

-Willow loves types all types of jewelry. She may not wear much but she does like the look.

-She likes slice of life animes.

-When she has free time she likes writing, specifically poetry.

-Again she loves nature and taking care of plants,

-The vibes of rain are everything to her.

-Willow not only is good at fighting but she also is strong as fuck. She would love to train with you.

I hope you like this!

[berlinbeautynj]

Rejuvenating Your Appearance with Dermal Fillers

In the pursuit of maintaining a youthful appearance, many individuals turn to various cosmetic procedures to combat the signs of aging. Among the arsenal of anti-aging treatments available, dermal fillers have emerged as a popular choice for their ability to rejuvenate the skin and restore lost volume.

From smoothing out wrinkles to enhancing facial contours, dermal fillers offer a versatile solution for achieving a refreshed and revitalized look.

Understanding Dermal Fillers

Before delving into how dermal fillers can rejuvenate your appearance, it's essential to understand what they are and how they work. Dermal fillers are injectable gels typically composed of hyaluronic acid, a naturally occurring substance in the body that helps maintain moisture and volume in the skin.

injected into targeted areas of the face, dermal fillers replenish lost volume, soften wrinkles, and enhance facial contours, resulting in a more youthful and radiant appearance.

Restoring Volume and Fullness

One of the hallmark signs of aging is the loss of volume and fullness in the face, which can lead to hollowed cheeks, sunken temples, and sagging skin. Dermal fillers offer a non-surgical solution to address these concerns by restoring volume to areas that have lost their youthful plumpness.

By strategically injecting fillers into the cheeks, temples, and under-eye area, a skilled injector can create a more lifted and rejuvenated look, effectively reversing the signs of aging.

Smoothing Out Wrinkles and Fine Lines

Another common concern that dermal fillers can address is the presence of wrinkles and fine lines. As we age, the skin gradually loses its elasticity and firmness, leading to the formation of lines and creases, particularly around the eyes, mouth, and forehead.

Dermal fillers can help smooth out these wrinkles by filling in the underlying tissue and plumping up the skin from within. Whether it's crow's feet, smile lines, or forehead furrows, dermal fillers can soften the appearance of wrinkles and restore a more youthful complexion.

Enhancing Facial Contours

In addition to volumizing and smoothing the skin, dermal fillers can also be used to enhance facial contours and proportions. Whether you're looking to define your cheekbones, sculpt your jawline, or augment your lips, dermal fillers offer a customizable solution for achieving your desired aesthetic goals.

By strategically injecting fillers into specific areas of the face, a skilled injector can create subtle yet impactful enhancements that harmonize with your natural features, resulting in a more balanced and attractive appearance.

The Treatment Process

Undergoing dermal filler treatment is a relatively quick and straightforward process that can typically be completed in a single office visit. Prior to the procedure, your injector will assess your facial anatomy, discuss your aesthetic goals, and develop a personalized treatment plan tailored to your needs.

During the treatment, a fine needle is used to inject the filler into the targeted areas of the face, with minimal discomfort and downtime. Depending on the extent of treatment, results can be seen immediately and can last anywhere from several months to over a year, depending on the type of filler used.

Conclusion

In conclusion, dermal fillers offer a safe, effective, and non-invasive way to rejuvenate your appearance and turn back the hands of time. Whether you're looking to restore lost volume, smooth out wrinkles, or enhance your facial contours, dermal fillers can help you achieve a more youthful and refreshed look with natural-looking results.

If you're considering dermal filler treatment New Jersey, be sure to consult with a qualified and experienced injector who can guide you through the process and help you achieve your aesthetic goals.

With dermal fillers, age truly is just a number, and you can enjoy a more vibrant and confident version of yourself for years to come.

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‘it’s me!’ (okay but let's say he remembers her from years ago like we discussed and she's only doing this as if she's only known him for a couple months OR we can just do it however you want I just wanted the angst of this.)

My muse is found feral and aggressive and doesn’t recognize your muse. Send ‘it’s me!’ For a starter | Accepting.

Runic covered gloves ripped into the tree that Sevren was standing near, claw marks scraping along its' surface as it began to age in rapid cycles. Leaf after leaf turned into orange shades, and dropped, only to grow back again moments later.

Eventually, it would die; left only as a hollow husk of decayed wood.

“Ha... Ha...”

“It’s really flowing out of control...”

The grass beneath his feet also shared the same fate; but more swiftly met its’ end under the forced change in time. 

“That’s-- fine. Everything should return to dust... Just like the sands... Maybe that’s where I’ve been-- going wrong...”

Sevren rubbed his face further, a whimper escaping. His human appearance, one he so proudly kept maintained, is already failing. Scales crawled up his cheeks prior marked with tears, his eyes hinting at a further serpentine nature as they became slitted. 

“No, no, I need to get home. I need to restrain myself before my mind completely-- breaks...”

Until the turmoil of unrestrained time magic dissipates, and his unstable nature as a unbalanced fusion eases.

So caught up within his own madness, he had failed to notice another presence until they called out.

-- It’s me.

“...”

Sevren only glared, studying her for a moment. Lingering memories then slightly returned; but they are ones from the past; a time that Mich no longer remembers. Her happier days, when he knew her before.

But this couldn’t be the same person, her eyes no longer held the light they did back then.

“Leave,” he hissed, the noise easily akin to that of a snake. “I have no idea who you are.”

@pvremichigan

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Rejuvenate and Restore: The Power of Fat Injections at EIPS Limassol

As we age, our bodies naturally lose volume in areas like the face, hands, and other parts of the body, which can lead to a tired or aged appearance. Fat injections, also known as fat grafting or fat transfer, have revolutionized the world of cosmetic procedures, offering a natural way to rejuvenate and restore your appearance. At the European Institute of Plastic Surgery (EIPS), with a clinic in Limassol, this innovative procedure is helping patients rediscover their youthful confidence.

What Are Fat Injections?

Fat injections involve harvesting fat from one part of your body and injecting it into another area to enhance volume, contour, and skin quality. Using gentle liposuction, fat is removed from areas like the abdomen, thighs, or hips and purified before being reinjected into target areas. This natural approach makes fat injections a popular choice for those looking to avoid synthetic fillers or implants.

Why Choose Fat Injections for Rejuvenation?

The power of fat injections lies in their ability to achieve natural, long-lasting results. Here are some key reasons why fat grafting is a preferred choice for rejuvenation:

Natural Results: The procedure uses your own body fat, ensuring a natural look and feel.

Dual Benefits: Fat is removed from areas with excess, such as the stomach or thighs, and used to enhance areas like the face or hands.

Skin Quality Improvement: Fat contains stem cells that promote collagen production, improving skin texture and elasticity over time.

Versatility: Whether it’s restoring youthful facial contours, smoothing out hollow temples, or adding volume to the hands, fat injections are incredibly adaptable.

Long-Lasting Results: Once the transferred fat establishes a blood supply in the new area, the effects can last for years.

Popular Areas for Fat Injections

Fat injections are a versatile solution for a variety of aesthetic concerns. Commonly treated areas include:

Face: Smooth wrinkles, plump lips, and restore volume to the cheeks and temples.

Hands: Minimize visible veins and improve skin texture for a youthful appearance.

Body Contouring: Enhance areas like the breasts or buttocks naturally, complementing your body shape.

Whether you’re looking for subtle enhancements or more noticeable changes, fat injections can be tailored to suit your individual goals.

Why Choose EIPS Limassol for Fat Injections?

At EIPS Limassol, patients benefit from the expertise of Dr. Demetris Stavrou and his dedicated team. With years of experience and a commitment to excellence, EIPS is a leader in natural and effective cosmetic procedures. Here’s why EIPS Limassol stands out:

Personalized Treatment Plans: Every procedure is customized to your unique anatomy and goals, ensuring the best results.

Experienced Professionals: Dr. Stavrou is a skilled plastic surgeon with a proven track record of successful fat grafting procedures.

Advanced Facilities: The Limassol clinic is equipped with state-of-the-art technology, providing a safe and comfortable environment.

Comprehensive Care: From your initial consultation to post-procedure support, EIPS prioritizes your comfort and satisfaction at every step.

What to Expect During the Procedure

The fat injection process at EIPS is minimally invasive and designed to deliver optimal results with minimal downtime. Here’s what you can expect:

Fat Harvesting: Fat is gently removed from donor areas using liposuction. Common donor sites include the abdomen, thighs, or flanks.

Purification: The harvested fat is processed to ensure that only healthy fat cells are used for reinjection.

Fat Injection: The purified fat is meticulously injected into the target areas, enhancing volume and rejuvenating your appearance.

Recovery typically involves mild swelling or bruising, which subsides within a week. While some fat may be reabsorbed by the body, the remaining fat cells integrate with surrounding tissues for long-lasting results.

Who Is a Good Candidate for Fat Injections?

Fat injections are ideal for individuals seeking natural enhancements without the use of synthetic fillers or implants. If you have areas of excess fat and are looking to restore volume or rejuvenate your appearance, fat injections may be the perfect solution. A consultation with Dr. Stavrou at EIPS Limassol can help determine if this procedure aligns with your goals.

Fat injections offer a powerful way to rejuvenate and restore your appearance by using your body’s own resources. At EIPS Limassol, you’ll find expert care, advanced technology, and a commitment to delivering natural, long-lasting results. Take the first step toward enhancing your confidence and youthful beauty—schedule a consultation today and discover the transformative power of fat injections.

Get In Touch With Us:

Dr. Demetris Stavrou - European Institute of Plastic Surgery - Limassol Branch Agias Filaxeos 70, Limassol 3025, Cyprus +35770088002 https://eips.com/limassol/

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Understanding the Benefits of Revokax Deep Treatment

In the world of aesthetic treatments, injectables have become increasingly popular for reducing the signs of aging. One such solution that has gained attention is Revokax Deep, a dermal filler known for its effectiveness in treating deeper facial lines and adding volume where needed. This article will explore Buy revokax deep is, its benefits, and why it may be a suitable option for those seeking non-surgical facial rejuvenation.

What is Revokax Deep?

Revokax Deep is a type of injectable dermal filler specifically formulated to address more pronounced wrinkles and folds. These fillers are generally composed of hyaluronic acid, a naturally occurring substance in the body that helps retain moisture and provides volume to the skin. As we age, the production of hyaluronic acid decreases, leading to the development of fine lines, wrinkles, and a loss of facial volume. Revokax Deep helps to restore this lost volume, smooth out deeper wrinkles, and enhance facial contours.

Benefits of Using Revokax Deep

There are several advantages to choosing Revokax Deep as part of your skincare routine. Here are some of the most notable benefits:

Long-Lasting Results

One of the primary reasons people opt for Revokax Deep is its longevity. The effects of the treatment can last for several months, depending on factors such as the area treated and the individual’s skin type. This long-lasting nature makes it a convenient option for those who prefer not to have frequent touch-ups.

Non-Surgical Option

Unlike more invasive procedures, such as facelifts, Revokax Deep provides a non-surgical alternative to achieving a youthful appearance. The treatment involves minimal downtime and discomfort, making it an appealing choice for those who wish to avoid the risks and recovery time associated with surgery.

Restores Facial Volume

Over time, facial volume naturally decreases, leading to a sunken or hollow appearance. Revokax Deep is effective at restoring volume in areas such as the cheeks, nasolabial folds, and chin. By adding volume, the filler enhances facial contours and creates a more balanced and youthful look.

Improves Skin Texture

In addition to restoring volume, Revokax Deep can help improve skin texture. The hyaluronic acid in the filler attracts water, which hydrates the skin and improves its overall appearance. This can result in a smoother, plumper, and more radiant complexion.

Customizable Treatment

Another advantage of Revokax Deep is that the treatment can be customized to suit individual needs. Whether you’re looking to treat deep wrinkles, add volume to specific areas, or enhance facial contours, a professional can tailor the treatment to achieve the desired results. This level of customization ensures that the treatment is both effective and natural-looking.

The Treatment Process

The process of receiving a Buy revolax deep online treatment is relatively quick and straightforward. After a consultation with a certified professional, the areas to be treated are identified, and the appropriate amount of filler is injected. Most treatments take around 30 to 60 minutes to complete, depending on the extent of the treatment. Patients can typically return to their regular activities immediately after the procedure, although some minor swelling or redness may occur.

Aftercare and Maintenance

Following a Revokax Deep treatment, it’s essential to follow the aftercare instructions provided by the healthcare provider. This usually includes avoiding excessive sun exposure, refraining from strenuous exercise for 24 hours, and not touching or massaging the treated areas. Maintenance treatments are generally required every 6 to 12 months to maintain optimal results.

Is Revokax Deep Right for You?

Revokax Deep is an excellent option for those looking to address deeper wrinkles and restore facial volume without undergoing surgery. It offers a convenient, non-invasive solution with long-lasting effects. However, it’s essential to consult with a qualified professional to determine if this treatment is suitable for your specific needs and aesthetic goals.

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10 Dangerous Filler Myths You Need to Know

If you've ever thought about enhancing your appearance, you've likely come across dermal fillers. These non-surgical treatments have gained immense popularity for adding volume, smoothing wrinkles, and rejuvenating the face. However, despite their widespread use, many myths still surround fillers, leading to confusion and uncertainty. This article aims to dispel the most common misconceptions, so you can make a well-informed decision. Let’s debunk some myths about fillers that you should stop believing today!

Myth 1: Fillers Will Make Your Face Look Fake

A widespread concern about fillers is that they will leave you looking "overdone" or unnatural. We've all seen pictures of celebrities with exaggerated lips or stiff facial expressions, and it's easy to assume that fillers are to blame. In reality, when performed by a skilled professional, fillers can provide natural, understated results.

Experienced injectors take a personalized approach to ensure your facial proportions remain balanced. The goal is to enhance your natural features, not to create a completely different look. In fact, many people get fillers without anyone realizing it, except to remark on how refreshed they appear.

Myth 2: Fillers Are Only for Lips

Another common myth is that fillers are exclusively for lip enhancement. While lip fillers are highly popular, dermal fillers can be used in various areas of the face and body.

They can:

• Add volume to the cheeks

• Smooth deep wrinkles or smile lines

• Define the jawline or chin

• Fill in under-eye hollows

• Even reshape the nose without surgery!

Fillers are incredibly versatile and can be customized to meet your unique needs. Whether you're seeking a subtle touch-up or more noticeable volume, fillers offer a wide range of possibilities.

Myth 3: Fillers Are Permanent

A common misconception is that fillers provide permanent results, leaving you with no flexibility for change. This couldn't be further from the truth. Most fillers, especially those made with hyaluronic acid (HA), are temporary, lasting anywhere from six months to two years, depending on the type and where they're injected.

The temporary nature of fillers is a benefit for many, as it allows for adjustments over time. If you're not fully satisfied with the results or want to try a different approach, the filler will naturally break down. Additionally, HA fillers can be dissolved with an enzyme if needed, offering peace of mind that you're not stuck with unwanted results.

Myth 4: Fillers Are Only for Women

It's a common assumption that fillers are solely a "female" treatment, as much of the advertising and media attention tends to focus on women. However, dermal fillers are becoming increasingly popular among men as well! Men want to look refreshed and youthful too, and fillers offer a great way to achieve that.

Many men choose fillers to enhance their jawline, reduce under-eye puffiness, or smooth out deep lines around the mouth and forehead. Fillers provide subtle enhancements that can accentuate masculine features without making the face look overdone.

Myth 5: Fillers Are Painful

Concerned that getting fillers will hurt? This is a frequent fear but mostly unnecessary. Most professionals apply a numbing cream or mix a small amount of lidocaine (a numbing agent) with the filler to ensure the process is comfortable.

While you might feel a slight pinch, the discomfort is minimal for most people. Many are pleasantly surprised by how quick and painless the procedure is. In fact, the treatment is often so fast and easy that it's sometimes referred to as a "lunchtime treatment."

Myth 6: Fillers Are Only for Older People

A common belief is that fillers are exclusively for older individuals looking to reverse the signs of aging. While fillers are excellent for addressing wrinkles and fine lines in mature skin, younger people are increasingly turning to fillers as a preventive strategy.

Starting treatments in your late 20s or early 30s can help you maintain a youthful appearance over time. It’s much easier to prevent deep lines from developing than to correct them after they’ve formed. Many younger individuals also use fillers to enhance facial features like the lips, cheeks, or jawline.

Myth 7: Fillers Are Only Needed for Wrinkles

While fillers are commonly used to smooth out wrinkles and replenish lost volume, they are also a powerful tool for facial contouring and adding structure to areas like the cheeks, nose, and chin.

Fillers can create balance, improve nose shape without surgery, or provide a more defined jawline. Whether you’re aiming to restore youthful volume or sculpt your facial features, fillers offer remarkable versatility.

Myth 8: All Fillers Are the Same

It’s easy to assume that all fillers are alike, but there are actually different types designed for specific purposes. The most common are hyaluronic acid (HA) fillers, which are temporary and can be dissolved if necessary. There are also longer-lasting fillers, such as poly-L-lactic acid, which promotes collagen production over time.

Selecting the right filler depends on your goals, skin type, and the area you’re treating. This is why consulting with a trained professional is crucial to ensure the best results for your individual needs.

Myth 9: Fillers Have Severe Side Effects

A common fear is that fillers come with serious side effects, but the truth is, they are generally very safe when performed by a licensed and experienced injector. Mild side effects like swelling, bruising, or redness may occur, but these usually subside within a few days.

Severe complications are rare, especially when you choose a reputable provider. To minimize risk, always make sure your injector is certified, experienced, and uses FDA-approved fillers. Avoid cheaper, unqualified providers, as this significantly increases the chances of complications.

Myth 10: Once You Start Fillers, You Can’t Stop

Some people believe that once you get fillers, you're locked into a cycle and that stopping will make your face "collapse" or look worse. This is completely untrue. If you stop getting fillers, your face will simply return to its natural state as the product gradually dissolves.

Fillers don’t stretch your skin or cause sagging. In fact, while fillers are active, they can stimulate collagen production, which may leave your skin looking slightly better than before, even after the filler has worn off.

Conclusion: Debunking the Filler Myths

Dermal fillers have advanced significantly, both in technology and widespread acceptance. With so many myths and misconceptions surrounding them, it’s important to rely on facts, not rumors. Whether you're interested in reducing wrinkles, enhancing your facial features, or maintaining a youthful appearance, fillers can be a safe and effective option when performed by a trained professional.

Now that we’ve debunked the top myths about fillers, you can make a more informed and confident decision. The key is to find a licensed and experienced injector who understands your aesthetic goals and can deliver natural, beautiful results.

Fillers aren’t just for celebrities or influencers; they’re available to anyone looking to enhance their natural beauty, no matter their age or gender. So, if you've been hesitant because of these myths, it’s time to let go of the misconceptions and explore the possibilities!

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