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(more virgin!jayce bc i literally cannot stop thinking about him,,,,,,,)
virgin!jayce who’s so well endowed, he’s actively worried about hurting you. he’s never been this intimate before and even with your encouragement, the hesitation is still there. he did not want to hurt you…but no matter his worries— he’s just as excited as you are.
gripping the sheets with white knuckles as he settles between your thighs. you immediately hook your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay; no backing down now. the fat of his head swipes through your folds and jayce watches with a close eye as your slick pools over his tip. makes his mouth water at the sight and every worry he’s ever had melts away. he lines himself up, one more “are you sure?” slipping from his lips and with one more nod of agreement, jayce is slipping himself inside your wet cunt.
you moan, tensing up as you proceed to take just the head of his twitching cock inside and it damn near knocks the breath out of your lungs. he’s splitting you in half and he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. but above your moan, jayce is whining even louder than you are. his eyes are screwed shut tight while he focuses on not just fucking the entire length of his cock deep inside of you and cumming almost immediately. his breath grows ragged as he forces himself to slowly move forward once again. every whine and whimper that slips past his lips gets louder and louder the more his cock vanishes inside of you. and you both knew that if he had watched himself disappear inside your wet cunt he might have came right then and there. but not yet, he needed to hold himself back; no matter how fucking good you felt inside or how your pussy drooled all along his cock as he forces you to take more.
and when he finally bottoms out, HE’S a mess. drooling himself, whimpering at the tightness wrapped around him, can’t form a single coherent sentence to save his life. and he’s just sitting still inside of you, biting down on his bottom lip while sweat beads at his forehead. you’re on the verge of passing out from how fucking big he is, truly he fills every inch of your core to the fucking brim. reaches so deep you’re worried about him crushing your cervix and you can only imagine the tummy bulge he’s sure to be giving you. and if he moved just a little at this point, you’re sure that your orgasm would catch up to you very, very quickly— but then again he’s unmoving. clutching the sheets beneath you, again, to the point he could rip them if he wanted too.
“what’s wrong?”
jayce is quiet for a second, embarrassment flushing his cheeks red, before he turns his head off to the side. and in a quiet, whiney voice, he finally manages to tell you: “if i move…i’m going to cum.”
you almost laugh at his honesty but you hold your tongue; you weren’t in any better state than he was. “feels that good?”
jayce nods quickly, a high pitched whine echoing in confirmation as well. you can’t help but smile, feeling a little proud of yourself for turning the jayce talis, a man everyone wanted, into a tearful, whimpering mess. you squeeze your cunt around his throbbing cock, enjoying the pathetic whine he lets out, before telling him that: “jayce…want you to fuck me right now…i can’t take it anymore.”
and with his mind so far gone, he’s easily persuaded to finally move. every thought he’s ever had goes right out the window, vanishes like he himself does inside of you, as pleasure consumes him and nothing is stopping him from fucking you senseless.
#zevrra zevrra!#arcane#spicy zev!!#jayce talis#arcane smut#jayce arcane#jayce smut#arcane jayce#jayce x fem!reader#jayce x reader#jayce league of legends#lol jayce#fem!reader#arcane x female reader#virg!n jayce#this is going to become a permanent tag isn’t it#omg like sorry for all the virg!n jayce thoughts im FERAL FOR HIMMMM#jayce is pathetic as always
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I’m getting so antsy about finishing this—Oh how I long for the day I’ll be able to share the full thing in motion. Alas that day never comes because I keep making it increasingly more complicated for myself to get done lol. Maybe give it another month
#GRAGARAGRAGAR clawing at my walls screaming shouting begging for some divine spirit to make me work faster#I work on this thing minimum three hours every single day#every. single. day. this TV is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see before bed#do you even realize how far I’ll go for him? how many days I labor away just so I can appease him?#like I swear if Puzzles rejects me after this I’m done for /j#I DO ALL THIS FOR HIM AND WHAT DOES HE DO FOR ME!??#he gives me the happy and the creative drive yipeee could never hate him :3#our dynamic is complex you couldn’t understand it /j#he’s driving me to the brink of insanity this is my love letter to Puzzles#see not even my tags make sense anymore it’s like i’m writing a scrambled riddle I don’t even know lol#anyways I’m so damn proud of all the scenes I’ve finished. I desperately wish I could share them#how immensely fulfilled I feel by working on this#I see something come to life and I feel energized. I feel like doing more. What’s better is there’s no pressure on when to finish :)#I really feel like I’m putting myself first after a long while of worrying over others. Finally this is made for me#(oh yea and the rest of Puzzle fans lol)#I love every ounce of this project and I hope you will too#hplonesome art#update#animation screenshots#WIP puzzle animation#mr. puzzles smg4 animation update
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Hiiii
Can you do a senrio where Busan crew heads babysit jinrang's daughter? 😶
Also I love your writings
little boss
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author's note ; hiiii! thank u hun <3 HELL YES I CANNNNN!! i bet uncle Baek gonna be best nanny to Jinrang's kid, and since whole busan highly respect him, they would melt if they find out about daddys lil princess🥺🥺
summary ; dad have some busy time after long absence in prison, but thankfully you have a lot of uncles who are happy to look after their boss kid.
Baek Sang had never been more honored in his life.
Jinrang had barely stepped out of prison, but he was already back to work, making up for lost time. and while he handled things, he left his most precious treasure in Baek’s care.
his daughter.
he stood in Jinrang’s office, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. across from him, the king of Busan was watching him with sharp, expectant eyes.
“she’s six, Baek. six.” Jinrang’s tone was calm, but there was an undeniable weight behind his words.
Baek straightened his posture slightly. “of course, hyungnim. i understand.”
“do you?” Jinrang narrowed his eyes. “because i’m trusting you with her for the day, and i swear, if she so much as scrapes her knee, i’m taking yours in return.”
Baek swallowed. “i totally understand the weight of this task, boss.”
Jinrang glanced down at you. you were standing beside him, tiny hands gripping his pant leg, eyes peeking up at Baek with caution.
“she’s a little shy,” Jinrang muttered, ruffling your hair gently. “give her some time. she’ll warm up to you.”
you blinked at your father, hesitated, then nodded ever so slightly.
Baek Sang prided himself on being a lot of things: Jinrang’s right-hand man, a formidable force in Busan, and an expert in handling business matters. but now he gonna be something far more important.
Jinrang sighed. “be good, kid. i’ll be back soon.”
and with that, Baek was officially on babysitting duty.
he gonna be an uncle. the best uncle. in the world.
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Baek practically vibrated with excitement as he held your tiny hand, like a proud father, while driving down the streets of Busan.
“i promise, little lady,” he declared, grinning ear to ear, imagining how good he gonna spoil you, ���you’re gonna have the best day ever. uncle Baek has a whole plan — candy, arcade, more candy, maybe some ice cream...”
you blinked up at him. “dad said no too much sugar.”
Baek scoffed. “yeah, yeah. but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?”
and before he could continue spoiling you, his phone buzzed. a meeting. with other affiliates heads in Busan.
Baek’s face fell. but… this was his work too. and Jinrang trusted him to handle both.
which meant… he was bringing you along.
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the second Baek stepped into the meeting room with you in his arms, the entire room froze.
men who were feared across Busan — leaders of other affiliates, powerful men who could end someone’s life with a snap of their fingers — suddenly looked like they had forgotten how to breathe.
you peeked out cautiously from Baek’s shoulder, tiny fingers gripping his jacket. the number of unfamiliar faces was overwhelming, and you instinctively curled in closer to him, pressing your cheek to his chest.
Baek smiled warmly. “aww, what happened to all that confidence, huh?”
silence.
then, a cough..
then —
“who’s this?” one of them finally asked, staring at the child in disbelief.
Baek rolled his eyes, on the one who asked such stupid question. “this is the boss’s kid.” puffed up his chest with pride, “i’m babysitting.”
a pause. then another.
the fearsome, battle-hardened leaders of Busan’s underworld stared at you, the little girl, who hid behind Baek’s leg, peeking out at them with wide eyes.
a pause. and in a second atmosphere changed at 180 degrees.
“oh my god, she’s adorable.”
“she looks just like little princess.”
“does she like sweets? i have candy.”
Baek watched in utter satisfaction as the meeting room transformed from a den of criminals into a daycare full of cooing uncles.
“Baek hyungnim,” one of the heads cleared his throat and whispered on Baek ear. “with all due respect, it’s kinda hard to focus on business when the boss’s kid is staring at us like that.”
he glanced at you. you were indeed surrounded and you were staring — big, hesitant eyes watching men bustling around you from behind Baek's jacket.
Baek had barely opened his mouth when one of the older gangsters jerked his chin toward five young figures.
“you guys. babysitting duty.”
all five froze and exclaimed in unison, clearly unsatisfied with such tasks, “WHAT??!!”
“keep the little boss entertained. that’s an order.”
Hyunjin Jin sighed. “this is not in my job description.”
Shin Arim groaned. “we’re crew heads too, not daycare workers.”
Min Jihoon shrugged, as if it was not a big deal at all.
“it’s just for a while,” Kang Jinchan added
Park Hyukjin decided to just stay silent.
Baek sighed and shot a murderous glance in the direction of the young guys.“if she cries, all of you are dead.”
the disciples saluted in unison. “yes, sir!”
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at first, you were quiet.
the five young men sat around you, unsure of how to make you comfortable. you sat stiffly, glancing at them with hesitant eyes, still gripping your plushie like a shield.
Jinchan, grinned cheerfully. “so, kid, your dad’s the boss, huh?”
you nodded.
“that means you’re kinda the boss, too.”
your grip loosened just slightly. “…really?”
“of course,” Shin, who sat before you in lotus pose, chimed in. “you’re the little boss.”
that made you smile a little. the guys all exchanged looks — they were getting somewhere.
Min Jihoon leaned forward, “hey, young lady, do you wanna draw?”
you hesitated, but when he held out a small notepad and some pens, you slowly reached out and took them.
the ice had been broken.
from that moment on, your shyness began to fade.
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and of course what started as quiet babysitting quickly turned into chaos. boys shouldn't have pampered you way too much.
Shin let you do his hair, sitting patiently as you carefully tied tiny ponytails all over his head.
“i’m making you pretty,” you declared. the others died laughing while Shin sighed and smiled in defeat. “of course you are.”
Jihoon, meanwhile, made the mistake of letting you have a pen. he was next victim.
“ooh, you don’t have a mustache!” you realized.
“…y-yeah?” Min already understood where you getting, slowly rising up his hands, in weak attempts to stop you... or at least hide his face.
“yeah!! but my daddy have!! so let’s fix that.”
before he could hide his face in hands, you had already drawn a curly mustache on his face.
Kang Jinchan, thought he’d impress you, by flashing his champion’s belt, because you definitely going to tell your father about what cool guys you met today, so the very next day, Jinrang-hyungnim may notice him or even commend him!!
“check this out, little boss. i earned this.”
you tilted your head. “what is it for?”
“for being the toughest guy in the ring.” Jinchan even started flexing his arm muscles.
you nodded thoughtfully. immediately a lot of questions were arisen and spinning through your head. wasn't your daddy the strongest? in Busan? no! in the whole world!! and then, without second thought, out of nowhere — WHAM! — you kicked guy with belt right in the knee.
“OW—! Shit!” muffled curses left his lips, but he was loud enough that you and whole room could hear him.
and the room fell into silence.
you gasped. “shit?”
from across the room Baek’s soul left his body.
Jinchan, still clutching his knee, looked horrified. “i didn’t mean to say that —”
but it was too late. you were now testing the word.
“shit. shit? shiiit.”
with two big steps Baek crossed the room and grabbed Jinchan by the collar, quietly hissing each word right in his face. “you. absolute. fucking. moron.”
and now others scrambled to distract you. Shin let you add more ponytails. Min let you give him eyebrows to go with his fake mustache. Hyunjin Jin even let you color in his tattoos. Jinchan, desperate for redemption, let you climb onto his back for a piggyback ride.
even Hyukjin, who left for a moment, returned, and now he had three massive plushies in his arms. “bribery successful.” he muttered to Baek.
your eyes lit up. “WOW!”
and just like that, the curse word was completely and successfully forgotten. the disciples collapsed in relief.
Baek exhaled. crisis averted.
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bonus ;
when Jinrang came to pick you up, he was exhausted but happy to finally see his little princess.
“she is safe and happy,” he said, exhaling. “thank you Baek, don't know what i would do without you…” Jinrang's eyes never left your sleeping figure, stroking your hair softly.
Baek smiled confidently and came closer to his boss, patting on his shoulder.. “hyungnim, i told you. best uncle.”
Jinrang huffed, scooping you into his arms. “alright, young lady. let’s get you home.”
you sleepily curled up against him, plushies still clutched in your hands.
and then, just as Jinrang was about to leave, you mumbled drowsily —
“…shit.”
Jinrang turned back slowly, eyes glowing with danger.
Baek paled. “i can explai —”
cracking knuckles were the last thing Baek heard that night...
#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#lookism#x reader#lookism webtoon#lookism x reader#webtoon lookism#lookism manhwa#lookism imagines#lookism x you#jinrang#lookism jinrang#baek sang#baek sang lookism#shin arim lookism#shin arim
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soft universe - Eris Vanserra x Princess!Reader Chapter One
< prologue | chapter one | chapter two >
2.466k words
warnings: swearing, some mentions of neglect.
"This is Prythian/common tongue."
"This is Valhallian."
woohoo second part!!! thank you for the love on this so far, made my entire day so i HAD to update again today!!
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Story preview: Y/N Erling - youngest descendent to the King of Vallahan, not special, youngest of seven girls and four boys, and certainly not next in line to the throne. A kind soul, free-natured, always does what's asked. Content with spending the rest of her fae life taking care of her nieces and nephews while her elder siblings dealt with court dealings. That was until they drew up an agreement - her hand in exchange for their agreement to the treaty with Prythian. Enter Eris Vanserra - new high lord who did not want a wife, nor a mate. Can they work it out together - under pressure from a blood rite, a language barrier, a culture barrier, and Eris' unfortunate attempts at flirting.
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chapter one - hunger
Third Person
Y/N Erling was a lovely, ethereal, hardworking, loyal, and polite fae. However, she was also known as overly-gentle, meek, childish, capricious, and a pushover princess; something everyone had come to know her as. Vallahan was known to be aggressive, its people proud; something that wasn’t necessarily bad until they became greedy as well. Her parents, Gunjar and Sigurd, were just rulers – when they wanted to be - Y/N wasn't sure the same of their parenting.
After three children, they needn’t train their other children directly – and after seven children they barely acknowledged any after that. Her eldest siblings – twins – Helgi and Rolf, were born to take the throne, literally, Rolf born to take over the ruling position and Helgi born to be a diplomat. Next came Stellan who was born to be head of the kingsguard, never stopped training as a boy- even when he accidentally cut off his finger. The children after them were schooled, of course until they hit ten – and left Y/N, eleventh, to fend for herself – as much as you could in a castle in the side of a mountain.
By the time Y/N was born, her eldest siblings were old enough to care for the younger ones – and by the time she became old enough to care for children, her siblings started families of their own. There was never a day without a babe in the castle in the mountain, and when asking her siblings for help – they were already grown enough to have their own jobs. It fell to Y/N to take over the role of nanny, abandoning her own goals and career paths for this, and she didn’t say no. Pushover, the citizens whispered. And they were right to an extent, at least Y/N believed them.
When the time came for a treaty, and they couldn’t stall anymore, they thought to themselves, “What could we compromise, that we wouldn’t miss too dearly?”. Obviously, that was how we got to where we are now, Y/N Erling, standing in the grand hall alone. Suitcases packed, which was more of a singular large bag, handwoven it seemed with the utmost care. Waiting in the grand, cold, empty hall – all alone – for the only friend she has made that wasn’t a direct relative to her, before the resounding whoosh appeared.
Y/N’s POV
“Oh! Good morning, Princess!” The golden locks of The Morrigan bounced as she jumped, startled. “Are you ready? I’m sorry for my tardiness.”
“Yes.” I cleared my throat, replying in my best Prythian. I nodded just to make sure the message was clear. Morrigan’s Valhalllian had gotten better – though her speech was formal still. “Ready.”
“We can speak Valhallian if it makes you more comfortable, Y/N. I don’t mind,” The Morrigan slung my bag over her shoulders, and offered a hand for travel.
“No,” I shook my head stubbornly, grasping her warm hand in mine, “No Vallahan there, The Morrigan”
“Just Mor’s fine.” She smiled, “Have you said your goodbyes to your family? I don’t see anyone?” She motioned around, and I understood most of what she said, taking a minute to put it all together.
“I goodbye.” I smiled in reassurance, before she grasped my hand tighter and winnowed us.
The first thing I noticed other than the disorienting feeling, was that it smelled lovely wherever we were. When I opened my eyes, it was even more beautiful than I imagined as well. We were on a balcony of sorts overlooking the most beautiful city I had ever seen. It was big, bigger than any town I had seen before. I must have uttered a praise, as someone next to us cleared their throat.
“Thank you, and welcome, Princess.” The man greeted in perfect Valhallian, an even more formal dialect than Morrigan had. “I am the High Lord, Rhysand. This is my wife and High Lady, Feyre.”
Training kicked in, and I immediately dropped to the ground, head to the stone floor and hands above my head, outstretched as far as I could. It was proper to address higher authority with a bow, and in front of me were proper heroes. Feyre Cursebreaker alone was enough to have me at the floor, and The High Lord of the Night Court at her side even more.
“Oh!” I felt a pair of hands grasping my own, “Are you alright?”
“It’s part of her culture,” The High Lord smiled a bit, bowing his own head to me, “It’s a sign of respect, you bow at someone of higher respect, the lower the more respect.”
“She did the same for me, I thought she had fainted when we first met.” Morrigan spoke up, resting a hand on my shoulder. “And then again the next time she did it.”
I was not expecting Rhysand to bent at the waist, dipping his head in my direction. I returned it, grateful for the respect – but not expecting it. I was even less prepared for the High Lady, Feyre Cursebreaker, dropping to the floor at my feet, hands outstretched and forehead to the ground. I scrambled to the ground when I had realized, too mortified to react at first.
“No, not me, not for me!” I helped her up, and she smiled wide, showing her teeth.
“Yes, for you! I respect you, even more for doing this – for all of us. For our futures.” She held my hands in her own delicate ones. I bowed my head to her at this, understanding most of what she had said, but knew she meant it at the emotion in her eyes.
“Thank you.” I replied, peering behind them at the house, “Castle in Sky.”
Morrigan laughed at that, grabbing my bag again, before opening the door to the side for us,
“I keep telling Rhysand this is a castle, he always insists it isn’t.” I followed, taking in the large lounge area we had walked into.
“Ah, are you up for company?” Rhysand questioned, hand on an adjoining door.
“Yes,” I replied, watching Morrigan lounge on a red chair off to the side, Feyre doing the same opposite of her.
“Then may I introduce my inner circle,” Rhysand opened the door, through it seemed to be a dining area, which held a good amount of people, each coming in a single file and lounging as the rest had. “Please introduce yourselves,”
“Pleasure to meet you, Princess, I am the emissary of the Night Court, Lucien. We’ve met in a brief meeting before,” He was leaning against the window, as though he preferred the view over sitting.
“Yes, eyeball!” I clasped my hand over my mouth, glowing red at how my filter had seemingly been left at home. “I am so sorry, my body!” I grew frustrated, not remembering the correct word to say.
“We had just done her anatomy word lesson that day, when you stopped in to say hello.” Morrigan fixed for me, emphasizing the word anatomy. “She finally remembered the word for eyeball because she thought of you when you visited,”
“Well, my honor for helping you learn.” He smiled, not mad at the implications clearly. He looked to who was sitting closest to him, a female with the same face as Feyre.
“I am Nesta, and this is Elain. We are Feyre’s sisters.” She motioned to the girl opposite of her, Nesta in dark clothing, and Elain wearing a lovely dress. “I hear you have siblings, too.”
“Ah, ten.”
“TEN?” The male across the room spoke, with long hair, when he next spoke, he held up all his fingers, “As in?”
“Ten, yes. Four boys, six girls. Older.” I listed them by the fingers on my hand, “Two - Helgi and Rolf, Stellan, Marcus, Two – Vidia and Viola, Cedric, Two – Agatha and Clare, Sybil, Beatriz, and then me.”
“Two?”
“Twins.” Morrigan answered the male again at his question, and I had noted that word in my mind for two, or the same? I'd have to ask later.
“Here I thought two sisters were a handful,” Nesta spoke, letting out a breath, “I’m never having that many kids.”
“Well, I have no others that share my blood, and happy about it – more jewelry for me.” The female with a goblet had spoken up from beside the gowned sister, Elain, “Amren.”
I fell to the ground again, at the name. My forehead sore from the quickness I had done it at, knocking my head against the wooden floors.
“What happened?”
“Amren, you killed her!”
“All I did was look at her!”
“Did she faint?”
“She’s not dead, you idiot.” Morrigan grabbed my arms again, “We seriously have to work on this, or at least get you a helmet.”
“It’s how her culture shows respect, the lower the bow the greater respect – usually to authority figures or in this case, powerful ones.” Rhysand explained, pouring more wine in his own glass, seated beside Feyre.
“Interesting. Maybe we should implement this for all of Prythian, because I feel powerful.” Amren smirked, but before moving on, bowed back the tiniest bit, drinking from her goblet.
“Well, you already know Feyre, Rhys and I, next!” Morrigan gestured to the remaining members, two males. The one who kept speaking earlier, and the one who has yet to speak.
“Afraid I’m not as powerful as Amren here, but I might come a close second,” The long haired one grinned, putting his hand out towards me, and holding it. “General Cassian,” I stared at his hand, then back at him, to bow.
“Ah, you shake it. It’s how we greet people here sometimes.” Cassian clarified, as I grasped the top of his fingers, and bringing his hand up and down, smiling more. “Uh, sure, good enough.”
“Thank you for teaching me, Lord Cassian.” A sound of choking came from across the room, we all turned to Morrigan, dabbing wine from her shirt and mouth.
“Sorry, that was just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Moving on, I turned to the last remaining male, finally noting that they held wings. Looking back and forth between the two, pointing at them,
“Ah! Dark butterfly!” I turned to Morrigan, excitedly pointing, recognizing them from the book we had been working through, a children's one, but we had almost finished it. The rest were highly amused at my exclamation, the two-winged males standing, awestruck.
“Yes, that’s... That’s right, but the proper word is ‘Bat’. Bat wings, if we were to be specific.”
“Ah, bat.” I tested the word, finding it tickling the tip of my tongue at the syllables. “Nice to greet you.”
“Thank you for that, truly, I’ll never forget to call Cassian that again. My name is Azriel. We’ve met as well.”
“Yes, the tiny people.” I motioned to his feet, the dark mist already formed since his entrance. “Hello, tiny people.”
“They say it back.” Azriel smirked a bit, the shadows seemingly liking this new person, who acknowledges them.
“They talk?” Elain questioned, glancing around, everyone almost having the same reaction, curiosity.
“They do, to shadowsingers-” Cassian cut his brother off, to his displeasure.
“You’re a shadowsinger?”
“No,”
“Do you have a gift?” Amren wondered, I quickly took off my rings, and presented them to the silver eyed fae, on my knees to properly present it.
“Yes,”
“No! Amren! Give those back- She means if you have powers.” Amren went to hand it back, though I pushed her hands away, refusing them back. She looked better with them anyway.
“Ah, yes!”
“What is it?”
“Oh, no.”
“So you don’t have a power?”
“She does,” Morrigan glanced to Rhysand, apparently, she hadn’t told anyone as no one has removed the curious look from their faces. “She doesn’t know how to say what it is, and to be honest we aren’t sure how exactly it works, but she calls it Blóð.”
“Bl-oof?”
“Ah, Blóð!” I nodded, the pronunciation being correct and nodded at Feyre, who smiled back.
“So, what we know – is that if her blood comes in contact with yours, she can utilize some of your power.” Morrigan motioned to Azriel, “Azriel showed up one time when I was in Vallahan, needing some stitches on his back, and I was with Y/N that day – she helped me stitch him up, and had a papercut earlier-”
“The next thing I knew, was that my shadows were talking – but not to me.” Azriel finished, “It only lasted for about an hour, and then she said she couldn’t hear them anymore. But she still likes to talk to them.”
“This is huge,” Amren spoke, “Who knows what she could really do? Does her family know?”
“They think I have normal family power,” I tried to explain why, but didn’t know the complicated words yet, wishing I had a quill and paper. “I came in different from my siblings,” Both items I wished for appeared on the table in front of where I sat on the floor, “Oh, Magic!”
I gladly took them, sketching out my family tree, leaving a lot of empty branches in between my siblings and I, and held it up for them to see,
“My mother had seventeen babies, and only ten survived.” I pointed to the names, demonstrating to the other empty slots.
“But you have ten siblings, so eleven survived?” Feyre pointed out, and I smiled,
“No, ten survived. I was born and did not cry, I was uh, This color!” I pointed to Lucien’s tunic, a pale sad color, “But suddenly a wave went through the entire continent, and when it happened, I was crying. This shake made me live, after two hours of no heart.”
“When did this happen? This shake? Wait a minute, how old are you?” Nesta had demanded, looking at Rhysand as if he were a cradle robber.
“Ah, twenty-three years ago. The treaty talks began on my second birthday.”
“Wait! But,” Nesta spoke again, eyes darting to her sisters and the High Lord, “That’s when-”
“That’s when the cauldron came alive again, became whole. The cauldron brought you alive?” Feyre spoke, eyes set with something I couldn’t figure out.
“I don’t know, I never learned.” I sat once more, besides Morrigan this time, who began explaining. She became a sort of expert on me the past month.
“She was never taught like her siblings, things of the war picked up and they didn’t deem it necessary. Unless they didn’t want her to find out? I truly don’t know.”
“My siblings always called me special, called me blessed – but different from everyone else.” I recalled Vidia, secretly my favorite sister and best friend who sometimes read me books.
“Y/N, this isn’t normal, you’re cauldron born.” Rhysand spoke, calculating look in his eyes, “You’re made. Like Feyre, like Nesta and Elain.”
“Oh twins!” I tried to incorporate my learning from today to the talk, but it was the last thing I remembered before the world turned black.
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Heyyy I saw you’re taking request so here’s a fun one! Can I request a hurt/comfort Thanos x reader post games fic? A soft reunión if you will! Obviously an AU where either the X votes win OR where Thanos actually survives his supposed death and gets out. I’m thinking he and the reader got super close during the games but completed lost track of each other afterwards. And one day they just do happen to reunite ☺️
a/n: hi anon!! thank u so much for requesting!! i keep rewatching squid game js for thanos i have a problem
warnings: light drug use, mentions of addiction, i think thats it but please tell me if i missed something!
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you don't know how you got into this mess, how you managed to get into a deal so bad that it put you in deep debt. which brought you here, with all these people. in green tracksuits, all of them reduced to a number rather than a name
'it's okay, i'll play a few games, get my money and finally get back to my life' you think to yourself, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket as you look around nervously. you don't know what this was, some form of pyramid scheme--gambling den? whatever it was, it didn't exactly bring ease to your mind
you're startled by the sudden sound of someone behind you, tapping your shoulder. you look back and see a man with purple hair, smiling like an idiot. you furrow your eyebrows, who the hell was this guy?
"seniorita excuse me" he says and smirks, "couldn't help but see you over here, all nervous--please, i know i'm too hot to handle but im sure.." he trails off and looks over you once, twice, before looking back at your face, "you can handle it" he says and you raise your eyebrows, repulsed by his actions. you back away
"who the hell are you?" you say, grossed out by this clearly overly confident guy
"im a legend!" he says and makes a little pose with his hands, "thanos." he says and wiggles his fingers, showing off the different colors of each nails
"thanos?" you scoff, "as in...that guy from the movies?" you say and he nods, wiggling his fingers even more to really emphasize the so called infinity stone colored nails
"don't worry seniorita! i have all the power in the world to protect you from these demons!" he says and surrounds you, looking at the people around you exaggeratedly, all of whom don't even spare him a second glance, clearly busy with their own problems
"uh...yeah thanks. im okay" you say and begin to walk away, to the crowd where everyone was listening to the instructions and such.
soon, you were all in the large sandy field, spreading out to begin the game. red light, green light they said. all of this just seemed...too easy. there has to be some catch, there's no way you play some child's game and walk out with billions of won
when you go around and take your place, you can hear running, and you look behind you to see none other than that same purple haired freak that was desperately trying to reach you. you roll your eyes and turn away but he was quick to get beside you
"phew! thought i wasn't gonna get to you in time" he says, as if it you two planned to be playing together or something, "don't worry, we'll play these games together--then you, me, billions of won in our hands. you think our kids would be proud of their appa for protecting their eomma and making sure she wins too?" he says and you just raise a brow, huh?
"who said we're playing together?" you say and begin to move away but to your luck, the game begins, and you have no choice but to stay frozen in place. where, thanos was right beside you, smiling triumphantly at the fact that you were still here
as the game begins, the players all seem to be moving calmly, nobody had lost till now. and it was all very relaxed, huh, maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought
but your relaxation went as quickly as it had come. a woman, not too far ahead of you, had a bee fly on her neck. a man beside her informed her about it and she--like any other person, panicked and moved, making her the first loser.
like in any other game, if someone lost they leave the game. so everyone expected her to just walk out, but as soon as she moved, a loud shot was heard. and you froze, the sight of her, falling to the ground--bullet to her head with blood already beginning to pool, you panicked.
what the hell was this? you knew this wasn't right! you knew there was a catch--but this? your heart raced, barely able to hear anyone with you. you watched helplessly as people began running and screaming, each one who moves an inch dies instantly by the shots firing from the sky.
you ran with every inch of strength you had, and just as the giant robotic doll stopped singing, you stopped. a tear streaming down your cheek, but you were too slow to realize--you were about to fall right when she turns her head.
you closed your eyes, accepting your fate. but somehow, you feel yourself still. you open your eyes, your chest heaving, you look down, seeing a pair of feet right beside you, probably the person holding you up
"don't move...okay? i got you" you hear the person say and you instantly know who it is, the same purple haired weirdo that had been trying to flirt with you earlier. his voice is...different though. it's not as cocky as it was before, you could hear a slight tremor, he's probably just as scared as you are
"th...thank you" you whisper out with tears streaming down your cheeks, the two of you continued on. holding on to each other as the game kept going, as soon as you finally reached the finish line, you hugged him tightly.
"thank you...thank you so much" you cry softly, so grateful. you thought he was just another guy that would probably let you die if it meant he wins, but to your surprise he wasnt.
he was a bit taken back by the sudden hug, but hugged you back. "i told you ill make sure you win too didn't i?" he says and you two pull away, and you smile half heartedly. annoyed by the reminder of his remark earlier, but still grateful. "i think it would be...kind of a bad story if i tell our kids i let their eomma die" he says and you shake your head, annoyed
soon, everyone was sitting in the room silently. not a single person was speaking, everyone was quiet. processing what they had just been through. you could see everyone had splashes of blood on them, probably from the people that have been shot around them. you sat alone, till you see thanos come and sit beside you
he's definitely not as scared as he was before, more hyper and aware of things. you could see him unable to sit still, sitting beside you while singing something to himself. he looks at you and grins, "im a kind man! ill share" he says and opens his cross necklace, which was fully supplied with candy. clearly not just any candy and probably the thing making him so hyper
you raise a brow and shake your head, you've been on that road before, it's what got you here. you'd rather not. "thank you...no. not again..." you mutter the last part to yourself, and he slows down his movements, noticing the distant look on your face.
"you try?" he says and you just nod, more to yourself than him.
"you don't wanna get too hopped up on that stuff...it's..not pretty" you say and he instantly closes his necklace, and kind of...just looks ahead, thinking.
soon, the guards come and everyone panics, some people crying and begging for them to spare their life. but the guards just stand there, trying to explain that that's not what's happening. one of the players, 456, suggests the idea that there should be a vote. you look at thanos for a moment
"are you...staying?" you say and he just nods, "i need to! im a legend yknow, this stuff is easy! can't go without my money" he says and you just look down. but he quiets down, "uh...are you?"
you quickly shake your head, "no--no i just...i want to go home." you say and get up to get in line for the vote, and he just follows you.
you vote for x, and go with the group, people cheering for you. thanos was right after you, and you can see him hesitate for a moment. his friend, can be heard telling him to keep playing. but he glances at you, just for a second, and presses x.
why would he do that? but he was in debt, he needs it way more than you do
after that, you woke up in the street. it was all a quick blur, as soon as the votes were counted up. the x votes more than the o. everything fades and you were alone in the street, tied up loosely with your clothes in a pile beside you. you managed to knaw the rope loose, and untied your legs, getting dressed.
the days went by quickly. you don't know what you were doing, but something just felt...wrong. not the games of course, never that. you'd rather die than play them again...but you die in the games too so its not really a good analogy. but anyway, it was just something. you were back on your own, without anyone, as it always was.
and you never did mind. you were used to it, so why was it...so strange now? so wrong?
you roamed the streets of korea, just lost in a daze, not really wondering where you're going. till you reach the arcade that was in the alley, you walk in and bump into someone
"hey! don't you--" the person's voice quickly came to a halt when they looked at you, you looked at them. it was none other than thanos. thanos! you don't know why, or how--but that feeling you've been going through ever since you managed to get out of the games, it was completely gone now.
the two of you looked at each other for a long time, before he smiles. "seniorita! i thought i'd never see you again!" he smiles and jumps around like an idiot. you should be weirded out, leaving and saying you don't want to see this freak again. but you don't. you stay and actually smile back
"this is great! now i have a partner to play with, les gooo!" he says and drags you along with him into the arcade without even giving you a chance to respond. the two of you had spent that time together, playing games and it was actually fun. for the first time you were...enjoying yourself
soon, you were both some convenience store nearby, eating ramen and laughing about how you both suck so bad at playing.
after a while it had grown quiet, and you wanted to just ask.
"...why did you vote x...when we were in the games?" you say and he just kind of looks away for a moment before looking back at you
"well!" he begins, trying to sound cocky, but you can tell he's just putting up a facade, "can't have the future eomma of my kids get hurt now, can i? to not be able...to go home" he says and just looks down, mixing in his ramen
you just look at him for a moment, its all so quiet. he was a freak, a weirdo when you met him. you said to yourself that this guy was clearly another junkie, some asshole thinking hes a big flirt. but right now...all you saw was just...thanos. hes just thanos.
"thank you thanos..." you say, just looking at him, and he stops mixing and looks at you, his cocky expression fading.
"choi su bong...my name...is choi su bong. thanos is just for...the ones i keep at a distance" he mutters and looks down, his hands--as if trying to reach for his cross necklace again, but you can hear him sigh when he realizes its not there
"did you lose it?" you ask and he shakes his head
"no...im not on that stuff anymore. well im trying at least." he says and you're surprised, you're pretty sure just a few days ago he was offering you a full stock.
"why's that?' you ask and he just looks back at you
"it's not pretty" he says, repeating your exact words. "well..still a long way to go but im starting" he says and nods to himself and you just smile
"you can do it...i know you can" you say and--mentally facepalm at what you're about to do, but you don't care that much. you hold up your hands and make the exact same pose he made to you when you were at the games, "you're a legend, thanos! this is easy" you say and he just chuckles at your attempt to imitate him
"yeah well i got you with me seniorita" he says softly, but quickly returns to his cocky expression, "im unstoppable now!"
you don't know what this was exactly. but whatever it is...you were happy with it
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౨ৎKISS? OIKAWA TOORU pt4
time skip! Oikawa | epilogue | high school exes to strangers to... read to find out ;) PART 1 | 2 | 3
August 10th, 2024
The Parisian air was warm and buzzing with excitement. The Argentina volleyball team had managed to qualify for the final match in the Olympics. Familiar faces filled the stands. For example, he could recognize a familiar head of red hair, accompanied by the one who hardly smiled, even though he was clearly excited for this. They were there.
Oikawa’s hand touched the ball, and everything else drowned out, the noises, the screams, the cheers. It was just him, the net and the ball. The sensation of flying for a split second, that feeling of almost touching the sky. A dream so far, yet not really. Ball after ball, touch after touch, tingling sensations in his hand.
Everything was blurry until he felt his heart thumping in his ears. His teammates were cheering in the background, but he was confused. His head turned toward the scoreboard. They had won. 28-26. And suddenly, everything made sense. His eyes started to tear up against his will. He was laughing and crying at the same time, his head turning toward the stands. His brown eyes searched, almost desperately, for someone.
You.
Your eyes met his, shining with pride, that smile lighting up your whole face. That grin is so familiar yet nostalgic at the same time. And all of a sudden, he was running. He didn’t know why, or rather, he did. He knew damn well why. He just hadn’t expected it to happen now. Right now. But it was the right moment.
He rushed toward the stands where you were seated, ready to jump over and bear hug you, had you not anticipated his move and met him halfway, pulling him into a tight embrace.
“I am so proud of you, my love,” you whispered softly, a smile on your face, your lips brushing his ear.
And for a moment, he thought he could have died right then and there, and everything would have been alright because he had you in his arms.
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“So, I know that we had some timing issues, but now we are here. Thank you for showing up, Oikawa, second-time Olympic champion. How does it feel to win another gold? I’m sure you must be happy.” The interviewer asked.
“Well, I can’t say I’m not,” he said with a small laugh. “It’s certainly satisfying. A result of my hard work, for sure, but my teammates were also a key part of Argentina’s success today.”
“Of course. Well, congratulations to all of you. Do you have any plans for tonight? A victory like this must be celebrated, no?” The woman smiled.
Oikawa couldn’t help but grin, his head tilted just enough to reveal the faint, poorly hidden mark on his neck. Maybe on purpose, maybe not.
“Well, yes, I do. I’m going to celebrate with my fiancée,” he said with a smug smile, staring straight into the camera, showing off the newest addition to his hand, a thin gold engagement band.
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One hour earlier
“Marry me,” he whispered in your ear as you embraced. His adrenaline still high, from the game, from running to you, from the victory and what he had just blurted out.
Your body froze. You took a double take.
“I beg your pardon?” you asked, flabbergasted.
“You heard me. Marry me. Be my wife, my life partner, my companion. Marry me,” he said again, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his tone as he observed your shocked expression. Did you not want this? Was it too early? It had been almost four years since you two got back together. Fuck. Maybe he should have waited longer. But he wants nothing more than to make you his wife already—
“Yes.”
Your voice pulled him out of his overthinking spiral.
“What?” he asked, now the one in shock.
“I said yes, silly,” you chuckled softly. “I just… wasn’t expecting it. You caught me off guard.”
His eyes widened, lips curling into a grin as he started laughing and suddenly, your head was against his chest again as you two were hugging again tightly.
“Damn you…” he muttered against your skin, pressing a kiss to your neck.
“Let’s go to the hotel room. Like, now. I need to give you the ring, definitely give you a much much, better proposal and something else too…” he murmured, a mischievous, knowing grin spreading across his face as he grabbed your hand.
You both took off, laughing as you ran off the court.
“But your inter—”
“I don’t care. They can wait. Right now, I need some quality time with my fiancée.”
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The Broken Heart That Makes Us
Posted so you guys have something to read while your family watches the Super Bowl... Happy Sunday!
Story Description:
Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.
Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.
Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?
(18+) Pairings: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.
Read on ao3: TBHTMU
Chapter 7:
Saturday mornings were reserved for Megumi’s weekend training. Usually, you would use that time to run errands such as grocery shopping, going to the dry cleaners and then maybe grabbing a sweet treat for the both of you when you go to pick him up. Today, you decided to try a new bakery around the corner from the dojo because they were introducing a new spin on Megumi’s favorite pudding.
You arrived back to the dojo earlier than usual with pudding in tow. You wore a tracksuit and sunglasses to hide the puffiness in your eyes. You were always in awe when you snuck a peek into their practices. Watching Megumi practice hard and listen diligently always made you proud. Luckily, Gojo hasn’t noticed your presence yet as he was too busy teaching. But today, the other instructors were there.
On the far left of the dojo, you saw the tall blonde man you run into occasionally on weekend trainings.
Kento Nanami
You think that was his name. A stern man not of many words and yet, why do you have the desire to study him? He was a mystery and always lingered in the back of your mind since you first saw him at the cafe. His back was facing you, but it wasn’t hard to pick him out in a crowd. He’s hard to forget. He was gorgeous and masculine. Broad shoulders and a bulky form, evidence of his extensive training in martial arts. Gojo often teased him so you scarcely heard him speak. A deep voice that only spoke clean cut sentences that highlighted his earnest disposition. Delicate blonde hair that looks like it was kissed by the summer sun and cheek bones that provided the perfect definition to his face.
You craved for his back to turn to look at you. You wanted his discerning eyes to probe you…to undress you?
Now you’re getting out of hand…
You turned back to Gojo’s students and they were in the middle of a bow. That meant class was over.
As the other students gathered their stuff and brushed past you to catch their rides. You stepped out to the tatami mat to meet Megumi who was in the middle of an intense conversation with Gojo. He took a double take to notice you arrived and gave Gojo a nod before hustling towards you.
“Good work!” You congratulated while handing him his pudding. His eyes lit up and a soft smile tugged on his lips. He looked back up to you.
“I’ll go get my stuff.” He jogged away to pack his work out bag.
“Did you get my text?” A fluttering voice startled you out of thought. You looked up to see Gojo. His blue eyes somehow lacked its usual vibrancy and you could swear there were dark circles forming under his eyes. He clearly tried to hide it with his award winning smile but it was clear that he was up all night. Just like you.
You adjusted your sunglasses to sit securely on your nose before responding. He watched you eagerly waiting for you to say something. You felt like you paused a little too long. Your head turned to once again follow Megumi who got caught up in conversation with some of the other students in Nanami’s class.
“Um…yeah. I did.” You heard Gojo shift his weight, likely out of nerves. He was probably worried that even then, you wouldn’t want to talk. Your head turned back up to him.
“I’m going to take Megumi home and fix him some lunch first. I’ll come by your place afterwards if that’s ok?” Your voice raised a little too high at the last part. But you could tell he was relieved. He fought the urge to pull you into a hug in front of all of his students and resorted to scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
A long sigh fell from his lips.
“Good…that’s great. Thank goodness.” He murmured to himself. Megumi took his place by your side and you two started heading towards the exit. You turned back to see if Gojo was still watching you go but he had already gone to converse with another instructor who was about to start the next session. However, there were still a pair of eyes that watched you leave.
For a brief second, you could have sworn that Nanami had his eyes on you. His intense and focused look seemed to have been glued to your form. But he must have been looking past you, right? You concluded that you were being too self-conscious and broke eye contact.
But your heart never forgot his gaze.
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The drive to Gojo’s house was painful. The swell in your eyes calmed a bit more since earlier but you still think you look worse than usual. After all, you were forced to revisit the emotions of last night and face the actions that followed after. You were reckless because you thought you no longer had anything to lose. But you realize that depending on how everything unfolds, it could also affect Megumi. You thought about this even before starting a relationship with Gojo which is one of the reasons you tried not to get too close.
But you became selfish, wanting to be with Gojo trumped the consequences. You were lucky that it doesn’t seem like what happens between you two affects your son. However, a lot of that has to do with Gojo loving your son just as much as you do. You both want him to succeed regardless of what’s going on in your own lives.
The sun was setting by the time you made it to Gojo’s penthouse. You abandoned your tracksuit and sunglasses for blue boyfriend jeans, a pearl blue spaghetti strap bodysuit with a small fake diamond necklace and tennis shoes. The doorman who typically let you in tipped his hat towards you as you made your way to the elevator. You tried to push away the anxiety crawling up your spine making way for an open mind.
‘This is what you’ve been craving right? For him to open up?’ You thought to yourself; yeah, but not at the risk of him breaking up with you. All instances where you tried to talk to your ex after a breakup ended horribly but you thought to yourself. ‘Gojo is different from them’. You released a deep breath to expel your negative thoughts as you rang his doorbell.
The door opened to Gojo wearing a kiss the chef apron on top of an off-white long sleeve sweater and gray sweatpants. His eyes wore initial shock but then softened tenderly the longer he searched you.
“Satoru…” You breathed. Gojo’s hands traveled up your cheeks and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You froze, puzzled at this development as Gojo’s tongue tasted your lips. You melted into the kiss, allowing him entry and curled your arms around his neck and hooked your fingers in his freshly shampooed white locks. You two were making out in his doorway and you weren’t sure if the ‘talk’ he planned had much talking after all.
“Satoru. I turned down the stove fire for you.” A voice interrupted you back into reality. Gojo slowly broke the kiss and placed his hands at your biceps to unlatch your arms. He took your hand and pulled you inside.
Your tender moment was replaced with horror.
“Thanks, Suguru!”
Your jaw clenched and eyes grew wide. You swore your lungs locked because you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sweat beaded your forehead while staring at the man. Long black hair, mischievous and yet seductive feline eyes that soon found yours and your body spasmed. However, he simply…smiled?
Gojo gripped you with warm hands on both shoulders to swing you in front of him.
“Y/n. Don’t be shy~. This is Suguru Geto.” Gojo bellowed. Geto took a bow and took your hand. He kissed it while retaining eye contact with you.
“Nice to see you again. Y/n.” His words dripped like honey but his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The look that only he dared to give you.
Disgust
You can’t blame him. As far as he’s concerned, you just had sex with him and then he caught you making out with his friend the day afterwards. But there was something that didn’t entirely click for you.
“Not fair. You two already know each other?” Gojo pouted while leaning down to rest a lazy chin on your head. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and chest, pulling you into his embrace. Geto let go of your hand and shoved his into his black jogger pockets. His disgusted expression turned into a pleasant one when he addressed Gojo again. All of the sudden, panic and worry started clawing at your skin.
‘He wouldn’t say anything here. Would he? I mean technically I was broken up with so it’s not cheating.’ You rationalized with yourself. It calmed you down a bit but it was still a conversation you wanted to avoid anyway.
‘Technically, I’m still broken up with.’ A small pout grew on your face. Although Gojo still acted like nothing has changed, his phone call last night changed everything.
“Well, you found out that I’m producing a drama in the neighborhood. I know I should have reached out but to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were ready to talk to me. But when you ended up calling me first yesterday, our first conversation after all this time was… pretty hard wasn’t it?” Geto mentioned before continuing. You felt Gojo tense and your eyes darted down in deep thought.
Geto swatted his hand and shrugged his shoulders.
“Long story short, that night we had a meet and greet and she seemed to be a fan I recognized.” Geto threw a knowing glance in your direction and you laughed nervously.
“That reminds me. I think you left out without getting an autograph. I have some pre-signed ones in my bag in the guestroom if you want. Follow me.” Geto motioned and you hesitantly broke away from Gojo’s grasp. Gojo started following behind.
“Sa.To.Ru. Aren’t you cooking?” Geto reprimanded and Gojo jumped back.
“Fuck! My enchiladas!” He dashed to the kitchen before the smoke alarms went off. Once Gojo was gone, Geto made another reassuring glimpse towards you, clearly he sent Gojo away in order to speak with you alone. He turned his back and stalked towards the back guestroom. You followed him.
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“So. Are you staying here?” You ask while Geto hikes to the other side of the guest bed to pull his travel bag from under it. The sound of him tugging the zipper open echoed across the room.
“When he found out I was in town, he told me it would be a waste to stay in multiple hotels for months at a time when he has guest rooms.” Geto answered calmly, fumbling through his binder of flyers and work paraphernalia. He searched for signed posters of each actor, pulled it out one by one to lay on the bed, and continued to flip through to find more.
“H-How do you two know each other?” You twiddle your fingers in front of you, eyes not leaving the freshly vacuumed floors.
He snapped the binder closed.
“Aren’t you getting too full of yourself? Interrogating me like this. Shouldn’t you be begging me for mercy to keep your little secret?” His eyes narrowed. Your fists balled as you marched towards him, furiously. You held up an accusatory finger towards him.
“You are not making me the bad guy in all of this. He broke up with me as far as I was concerned. So even if you say something, it wouldn’t be my fault!” You argued quietly, mindful that Gojo was still nearby. Geto’s face remained unphased for a moment but then a wicked smile grew on his face.
He placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down where his lips hovered over your ear.
“Then let’s go tell him together, shall we?” He hummed. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious but you were frightened all the same. You violently pushed him back but he barely even stumbled.
“Ah my poor dear friend. His girlfriend is a liar and a slut.” He advanced towards the doorway with a stack of signed posters in tow. You took in an offended gasp.
“You watch your mouth.” You hissed and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He clawed the doorway trim.
“With that tone, I might assume you’d want to fuck me again.” He mocked before disappearing out of the room.
He didn’t allow a word of rebuttal as you stood still, boiling with rage.
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Gojo placed the hot pot of rice in the middle of the table next to the baked enchiladas. You couldn’t even look up from the plate in front of you while sitting at the long dining table. Gojo’s plate was at the head of the table to your left and Geto coincidentally sat right across from you.
Gojo untied his apron and stuffed it in a kitchen drawer. Geto had already started eating.
“The bathroom…”Geto started and your eyes darted up towards him.
“Did you change the decor the last time I was here?” Geto smiled while scooping a serving spoonful of rice onto his plate.
“I just changed the lighting really. It was bad for my eyes.” Gojo explained while taking a seat at the head of the table.
You relaxed and reached towards the spatula to spoon some enchiladas to your plate. Gojo reached at the same time and your fingertips collided. Your lashes batted tip to Gojo and a humored smirk grew on his face. He tilted his head.
“Raise your plate. I’ll serve you.” Gojo ordered. A blush grew on your face as you lifted your plate next to the pan of enchiladas. He shuffled them one by one, each one hotter than the last. The smoke piping out of the dish.
Geto brought a glass of water to his lips.
“Don’t burn yourself. Your body might still be in pain.” Geto advised. Shocked at the implication, you dropped your plate onto the table and it broke in half, your enchiladas rolling onto the table in a cheesy mess.
“Oh my.. I’m saying, Satoru, didn't you have to go to the dojo yesterday?” Geto continued. You and Gojo remained shocked as the sound of the broken plate ricocheted around the dining room. You immediately stood up and attempted to clean up the broken pieces. You cut your finger and Gojo noticed, standing up to take a look.
He wrapped his hand around your injured one and brought it up to his gaze.
“It was just a meeting…” Gojo murmured to Geto while inspecting your finger.
“Well, let me make myself useful.” Geto huffed, standing up to go to the kitchen to retrieve some paper towels.
“I’m so sorry. I-.” Your voice cracked as you felt tears coming on. You feel like you’re being humiliated. Every single thing Geto says draws hives up your back. There was no way you were going to make it out of this dinner unscathed. You needed Gojo to let you know that you are his and nothing is going to change that. But right now everything is too up in the air. Too fragile. You feel like one wrong word could tear everything apart. Tears swelled in your eyes.
“A plate doesn’t have feelings.” Gojo sighed and slid his hand down to your wrist and pulled you with him into an upstairs bathroom.
He fumbled through the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit and he wrapped a bandage around the small cut. The action was swift but tender which forced the tears in your eyes to fall. Your head fell into his chest as you sobbed quietly.
“What even are we?**sniffle**Why am I here Satoru?” You cried into his chest. Satoru raised his hand as if he wanted to caress your head but he refrained and put his hand back down to his side.
“You tell me that you want to talk and make things work and then kiss me as soon as I show up.**sniffle****sniffle** But why do I still feel so in the dark?” You sobbed while gripping his sweater with both hands. You felt ashamed and confused. You wanted clarity but you’re not even sure if you deserve it.
‘Will ‘us’ even work anymore?’ You thought to yourself. It was clear that Geto doesn’t intend to let it go and is forcing you to tread on thin ice in his presence.
“I…wanted to be able to talk to you. When I saw you again, I couldn’t help myself. The reason you feel so in the dark is because I put you there…” Gojo admitted and you stopped crying to stare up at him before he continued.
“I’ve always been at war with what people want me to be and who I am. Ever since I was a child, I was the pride of the Gojo clan and was forced to live by their ways. That way, I’m guaranteed success in the international family business…” Gojo explained. He took you by the shoulders and sat you down on the hooded toilet seat and turned to lean against the sink counter right next to you. He stared down as he spoke.
“The only avenue where I felt like I had control over my life was through martial arts. There, I could push myself on my own terms and with my own strength. Because I knew the results I would get would be because of my own hard work.” He spoke softly and his voice was filled with melancholy even though he seemed to be proud of it. His hands tightened around the edge of the counter.
“Suguru was next to me every step of the way when we started as sparring partners. In the beginning Suguru was much more experienced than me but somewhere down the line…I guess I became better than him.” Gojo then took a deep breath.
“On the day of one of my tournaments I came out in a higher place than he did. It was the first competition where that happened and he was livid. Ha…” Gojo laughed weakly before crossing his arms.
“I’ve never been cursed out so much before that day. Not even by my own father…We lost contact with each other when…when my parents got into an accident. But…Suguru ignoring me was more painful than their deaths.” Gojo’s eyebrows tightened as his eyes only carried pain. You wanted to reach out to him but his gaze felt too far away.
“Even though he hated me, I still wanted him there. Even though I inherited all this fortune, all I wanted was my best friend…I wanted that avenue to happiness again. So I went back to the only thing I knew…and that was martial arts.” Gojo stood up straight.
“I’ve never been comfortable with being vulnerable around other people. All I ever was surrounded by were people who I couldn’t trust. So I figured, it would be easier if they couldn’t take me seriously. I can’t be taken advantage of if they think I’m a fool.” Gojo turns to you and kneels down to your level.
“But…I wanted you to be one of the people I could trust. I could tell you were getting frustrated with me so I thought it would be better for you if I ended it. But…I didn’t like that either.” He took your hands and held your knuckles up to his lips.
“Tell me. Do puppy-dog eyes still work on you?” He batted his pale lashes to you. Bright blue eyes teeming with anticipation, and plush lips that brushed across your knuckles.
A part of you was leaping for joy but the other part was paralyzed with despair. You understood more of his heart but for some reason, you don’t feel much closer to him. You relaxed your forehead on top of his and allowed your intertwined hands to fall into your lap. Your eyes fluttered closed, taking in his warmth. You took in a deep breath and then wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.
“Maybe we started this relationship thing a little too fast…The idea of feeling abandoned is something that hits too close to home for me. That’s not something I want to go through again. So for now…let’s go back to just dating.” You suggested.
The weight of getting back into a relationship was off your shoulders but you left the door open for something new between you two to build. It’s exciting. Maybe eventually you two can finally take that next step. Although he tells you that you’re the one he wants to focus on, you don’t know when that’ll change. So you want room not only for him to be able to leave, but you too.
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was he getting a lecture? perhaps he’d grown so accustomed to his father’s that he barely even registered it. his responses in these situations had long become second nature, slipping past his lips in a blink. he wet his lower lip absently, making a valiant effort to stay focused on whatever it was she was saying. “ an asset, " he echoed, flatly. nothing he hadn’t been told before. “ literally no one in this alley even realised it was me—except you. i’m good at pretending. ” or so he liked to believe. “ a little chaos never hurt anyone. ” he sighed, raising a brow. “ merlin, i figured my father would be the first to scold me for this, not you. ” he folded his arms across his chest, regarding her with thinly veiled impatience. who did she think she was? the worst part was that he couldn’t exactly argue back—she wasn’t wrong, not entirely. but barty was far too proud to admit it. oh, god. he was one word away from drawing his wand. that familiar spark of impulsivity burned at the back of his throat, itching to be let loose. he forced himself to smother it, settling instead for a slow, sardonic smile. “ oh, darling. of course i want to piss you off. who do you take me for? ” petty, childish—whatever one might call it, the resentment lingered, old and stubborn. but control had never been his strong suit. not lately. “ anyway, did you actually have something important to say, or were you just here to make sure i know your opinion of me? ” he exhaled, lazy and unimpressed.
the way he rolled his eyes and spoke to her had vespera responding in kind, at least mentally. mentally, she was irritated with the man who still seemed to act like a boy. who couldn't seem to hold back his impulses and consider how he looked to those around him. but externally, she simply sent him a tight smile.
"this is not the time for fun," she spoke quietly, walking closer to him and whisking the copy of the prophet out of his hand. "people are growing restless. i suspect some are itching for a fight you seem to be practically begging for. but this is not the time for action. it's the time to observe, and plan. but you calling attention to yourself and openly begging for a fight simply shows your lack of restraint and inability to be an asset."
narrowing her gaze at his words and what they implied, the blonde's irritation showed for a second before her mask was up once more. "careful what you're implying barty, darling. i have quite the memory and an incredible ability to hold a grudge. you do not want to piss me off." she knew what he was hinting at, and his childish jealousy needed to learn to relax. her relationships with regulus, while at one point a formal agreement, has never been anything other then platonic in nature. and she was certain he knew that, which just showed how childish he was being.
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Living Longer
a message for someone on the edge…
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from the waters of the sea, to the sands of the beach, to the concrete of the city, to the floorboards of your home — i hope you’ll be proud of yourself for living longer.
#tw sui ideation#tw blood#a message to myself#but I hope it reaches to those who needed it too#if you’re reading this I’m sending you a big warm hug#and I’m proud of you for making it this far :))#let’s all try to live a bit longer like dazai :3#the latest chapter is a tease he is definitely gonna make it guys !! ><#and yes I will never let go of my fixation on dazai and sunsets I’m sorry I’m not#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#my art#my writing#I hope this means something to you bc writing this out meant a lot to me#my comic
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INSECTVERSE | CANON | REFERENCES
HELLOO AGAIN !!
Say hello to these threes ! Dream is the main character while these twos are still important as for the plot.
Dream -> Comet Moth -> by Joku.
Ink -> Common Firefly -> by @comyet !
Swap -> Rhinoceros Beetle -> to the community
-> Lore wise, some stuff to know
— Dream woke up from a very long state of unconsciousness ! It’s where the comic begins, actually. He doesn’t remember everything until a certain point.
— Ink ? Ink. His rear end and eyelight can change colours !!!!!
— Swap is actually probably taller than the other two, considering rhino beetle are huge from what I read !
— I considered adding Cross, but it just didn’t fit in…
— As a whole, they have buncha lore ! But I can’t wait to show it in drawings rather than by words…
#mdraw#InsectVerse#star sanses#unofficially here but shhh#dreamtale dream#dream sans#ink sans#swap sans#//#blueberry sans#firefly#comet moth#rhino beetle#rhinoceros beetle#utmv au#utmv fandom#undertale au#character intro#Dream ref is a bit older but shhhhh#I’m so proud of InsectVerse as a whole it’s so new to me#any support is appreciated !!! thank you already awawawa#the animatic is my fav so far ! I saw that those that seen liked it too it makes me happy
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Day 154: DTIYS! ((Which is kinda a late day 150 but shhh))
Alts under the cut ^^
#I put way too much effort in shading and got a little silly with the patterning so obviously you don’t have to go that far#if you’re participating#genuinely this took two and a half days what am I doing#I’m actually rlly proud of this one#I couldn’t find a fitting font so you’ll just have to make do with my handwriting TwT#daily teki#yttd memory dance girl#your turn to die#yttd#teki tsutone#teki yttd#yttd dailies#yttd daily#yttd art#yttd fanart#memory dance girl#memory dance girl yttd#daily yttd#daily teki dtiys
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I need advice.
I’m a white intern working in a mostly white southern(ish) high school. Students of Color number at under 2%, perhaps even lower. It’s a very white, rural community - I grew up in a fairly mixed, suburban northern community, and part of my family is Black.
Several of my white students say rude things to my Students of Color. I’ve told them to knock it off *as appropriately as I can* but I’m probably one of the few adults that actively discourage that behavior.
I don’t want to let this shit fly under the radar, but I also know that if an adult of authority *who will only be here for a couple more weeks* interferes, and then doesn’t stick around, it could make things worse. Additionally, I know these kids are probably very very very used to this ‘system’ and that making a short-term change could be more harmful than helpful.
I asked one of my senior students after a very racist incident *where she was laughing along with the perpetrator but I told him to stop anyway* that I can move him, or her, so she could be more comfortable (admin either does nothing or slaps wrists, especially for seniors). She said it was fine and that he was always like that.
I must emphasize, I think they were bantering (they talk so much I think they consider each other friends?), but it was also wayyy fucking out of line, especially in a school setting. And the guy says so much out of line shit I’m surprised he isn’t rocking a full set of dentures to replace the teeth he ought to have lost by now.
Another student took me up on my offer to move people, but I ended up moving him, which sucks because he was the victim in this situation. Unfortunately, I have to keep his aggressors in their spots, as they are highly rowdy in all the ways and require a lot more supervision than he did. And the class is really full. These were also all freshmen, so I wouldn’t be surprised if that affected the victim’s reaction.
So I’d really appreciate advice as to whether I should let it be, or continue as is, or step it up even more, from People of Color in largely white, especially rural, communities. Like any advice from current or previous educators, especially Educators of Color would be appreciated, but specifically southern/rural ones would be wonderful. I’m going to talk to my family members about it, but they’ve lived in more Northern settings their entire lives and they may have less … applicable (?) experience to the situation.
Again, I’m an intern, I’m going to only be there until winter break 2024, and I don’t want to fuck things up for these kids in the long run with my northern ally ‘sensibilities’. Thank you!
#education#help#advice#educators of color#students of color#academia#slightly more context: the senior was a Black girl. there are not a lot of Black students but there’s multiple of them from different#families (though I also tutor her little brother). so she may have community to fall back upon and that might feel like enough for her#the freshman boy is mixed Asian and as far as I can tell is the only Asian kid currently in this high school#since we’re in Appalachia of course a lot of people say shit like ‘my great grandmother was Cherokee’ (apologies to the Cherokee community#but I’m quoting these people) but some of my students are much more tan and experience a bit of colorism. again I try to shut that down but#idk how far to take it. the one girl who is definitely Indigenous (I’m not going to specify further because it’s a small community) doesn’t#seem to be treated negatively for it and seems quite proud so I’m glad for her#but she also passes as one of the tan students so idk if she’s just comfortable bringing it up around me and it doesn’t come up near#racist students or what.#more context I forgot to bring up: I’m pretty sure most if not all of the Black students are mixed or have mixed parents. so they may#have white family members that make this system of poor treatment seem okay? or white family members#who help compensate for the racist people in the community?#I really don’t fucking know and I really don’t want to make things worse for anyone#getting ‘aggressive’ protection from a student intern may NOT be helpful#idk#thank you for reading this far
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i’m so . excited to write kitsune!geto and merman!sugu and wolf/hunter!sugu you have nooo idea
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#HERE THEY ARE 🤍🩵💜 in the place where they are the most beautiful#6 stars shining the brightest on stage together in front of buddies 🌠#congrats my precious girls on completing 2/3 concerts so wonderfully & good luck for the last one tonight!!#29 (!!!) songs & almost 3 hours long 🤯 theyre so incredibly hard working and their discography is so amazing#watching the videos give me so much joy 🥹 this is by far the most beautiful special & emotional part on the 10th anniversary celebrations#I can tell how much they wanted to do this for buddies and also for themselves/ eachother#their passion energy & smiles despite some not feeling their best… their interactions with eachother & buddies their goofiness 🥹 nothing#changed and Ive missed it all so much!! there is truly no other group like them 🥰#the set list being so long (Crush Wind trilogy the ballads Only 1.. also Apple & Mago being performed for the first Time in front of an#audience!!) & the songs/ choreos still sounds & looks so amazing & fresh! oh GLegend you are so iconic & timeless 🙌🏼#the VCRs the loud fanchants (UMJI YAAA) the girls being Yuju’s voice (my mainline 🥹) the random dance break the Always encore with them#jumping like crazy and making buddies jump too 😭 made me so happy I wish I could experience this so badly#the outfits all being so nice and when they switch to black for the sexy GFriend portion ooooh their versatility is crazy ❤️🔥#also loved how they reminded f*cking So Sungjin in the audience that the company used to only have 4 employees & how buddies refused to#cheer for him lmao#I’m beyond proud of these incredibly talented hardworking resilient kind girls 🤍🩵💜#WE LOVE YOU GODFRIEND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR COMING BACK TO US 💫#you always give me so much strenght & joy#forever by your side#GFriend#Season of Memories#concert#performance#stage#10th anniversary#magical#beautiful#ggs#girl groups#kpop
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Gawd I’m. it’s 4:20am and I’ve been listening to exclusively the new 21 savage album since it dropped last night and I’m thinking abt my ocs . And spacewaffles I suppose
#RRRGG I can never get Bacon’s colors right but it’s ok!!!#it’s sooo okay and fine I’m deffo not upset abt it ^_^#lifesteal smp#baconnwaffles0#planetlord#oc: Corduroy#im so proud of the name Corduroy I really like it . need to flesh out her character more <33#UGH ok I dislike how Planet’s head/hair looks and Bacon’s hair is too fucking saturated AND you can’t tell that’s it’s braids !!!#Corduroy looks fine. love you Corduroy <333#according to procreate I spent 2.5 hours on this OHGG MY GOD WHYYY#ok caption true tho new 21 kinda awesome#my favorites so far r see the real and uhh#wait hold on#and just like me . special mention should’ve wore a bonnet . THAT song takes me straight back to middle school and swing screen doors <3333#AND ICE POPS AND WATER BALLON FIGHTS that we were allowed to start past 7pm cuz parents would make us clean up and we had school#damn. I love music#ok bye I’ve been here for long enough and i probs need to sleep lol#nox art
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@follychromatic @dimonds456 Felt like doing a real quick doodle page of the sillies before bed because my brain decided it’s Missing/Loving Them Hours <3 I love Dante, his pointy little doggo snoot is very fun to draw hehe :]
(Would also like to quickly take the moment to apologize for saying I was making this animatic like over half a year ago and then never speaking of it again, heheh. Let’s just say school plus lack of motivation got in the way at first and well….. If you’ve seen ANY of my insane amount of art at ALL from the past few months I think we both kinda know that Pastra/Dreams of an Insomniac/Alex Williams’ entire existence will not let me think about almost anything else for the next while lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The fixation made me change my pinned post for the first time in 2 years it’s unreal)
Mini ramble aside, aheheh, RECENT FOLLOWERS/MUTUALS 🫵 NOW IS YOUR SIGN TO GO CHECK OUT FOLLYCHROMATIC!!! It’s a really neat WIP rubberhose cartoon where they regain color to the world by growing as people and a town and it looks SO COOL I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU FOLLYCHROMATIC WHEEEEE <333 Give it a looksie please pls pls
#follychromatic#dante darosa#emma whitewater#fauna fernleaf#momo montano#doodle’s art#my stuffs#sorry about the tiny doai/pastra ramble on the follychromatic post lmao I just felt the need to say something about the animatic forgive me#I am genuinely very proud of what I’ve been able to make recently tho and just how much I’ve been able to make!!!#I replaced that pinned post because I’m very proud of what is now pinned and how far I’ve come!!!#so hopefully with my latest massive boost in artistic productivity and endeavors I can get back to the fc animatic eventually!!! >:D#I love you follychromatic soso much hehehe my beloved toony sillies <3#also sorry for no alt text tonight babes I just need to rest because Things™️
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