#but with this class it might become real SOONER

[skepticalcatfrog]

Guys I might be taking an animation class in my first semester of college. Animated TVD/OVE might become real.

[docholligay]

Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

[rinnstars]

just right!

you think youre too much for rin, and rin thinks hes too little for you

itoshi rin x reader: pre-rs, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst w comfort, fluff at the end!!!!, not proofread + likes n reblogs are appreciated <3

its fate you think for things to remain the same with rin. after all, why wish for more? the hands that lay beside each other as you sit on the bench eating your lunch that seems to almost touch to start an electric shock that course through your body, the conversations that tiptoe the line between just friends to something much closer to soulmates the way yours and his brain seem to sync perfectly as one, the way the universe seem to put you two in the same orbit from going to the same school, to moving to the same neighbourhood, to sitting next to each other every class every semester - you should be satisfied, no you should be thankful for the luck that you must have gotten from finding a four-leaved clover the same day you met rin at the playground you think.

to anyone else, hell even to you, you two are no peas in the same pod. youre the polar opposite of him - you make friends easily like its second nature (but in your heart, they just don’t merge as well as you do with rin), you smile at every single thing, laughter bursting out of you without a single hesitation (but with rin, you think its your real laughter that flows out rather than out of politeness or awkwardness), you dress a little too eccentric with different and contrasting colours against the plain and boring uniform that seems out of place. and he’s the polar opposite of you - he practically hangs out with out because he has no one else (that makes you wonder if he’s just here because he has no one else), he has a resting frown on his face (that you think makes him even more adorable from the side of your peripheral vision), and he always wear that boring black bag that matches perfectly with the plain old school uniform.

sometimes you wonder if youre too much - you talk a little too much that you think his lips hide a grimace when it moves just a little from the frown that is always held tightly on his face, you ask too much, always wanting to hang out after school right before he has to run to football practice, you think too much, always asking questions that seem to make his face scrunch up in confusion during class or at the bench as you are right now. to anyone, this would be ideal right? its practically the dynamic being pushed in mangas and online - golden retriever with a black cat, that tiktok trend of okokok and lalala, yapper and listener dynamic. yet, you can’t help but to realise you two really don’t seem to belong in the same world - you long to stay here right in this neighbourhood that you practically memorised each and every store and their owners by heart, you long to just be another face in the crowd writing for the rest of your life but one that brightens and blooms others with your presence, and you long to live in a little cute house opposite that convenience store that you go to school everyday after school with rin, and you know he longs to spend his life overseas being a football stars, he longs to be the new football genius and prodigy in the entire world, and he longs to live anywhere but this town that seems a little too small for him. its ironic, you think, that your ambitions and personality are totally opposite, yet the world chose to put you and him right next to each other, even temporary.

and sooner or later you think, your feelings, that you know are too much for just another friend of yours, will burst - you might yell at him, hidden emotions kept away at the burning frustrations with each hint that lingers a little too long, you might cry and sob one day at one of your regular sleepover and become inconsolable as he realises that youre really too much, or one day you might really unconsciously confess your love for him and ruin this perfect dynamic that has already been served to you on a silver platter. and so you keep a lid on your feelings, you rather write and tear up papers in your room and clean up the mess before he comes over, you rather spend nights alone crying and cursing the world for not making you a little more like him so you could at least have the ambitions that rivals and chases after his, and you rather throw away countless of love letters that you wrote every valentine you spent with him. but for now, you’ll keep quiet, you’ll sit down here with your hands so close that you might just get a electric shock either way, you’ll eat your sandwich that matches with his, you’ll look at him with the same smile that he’s gotten used to as he chews on the sugary-sweet fruit sandwich that leaves a little white cream stain on his lips.

rin thinks that he really should thank whatever god there is out there as he sits here with you beside him, your hands so close to his that he practically has to physically hold himself back from moving a little closer until his and yours merge and fit perfectly like a puzzle piece, your unconcious hum that seem like music to his ears practically relieve him of all the stress that was unconsciously held even after mediation, right on the bench that is practically yours and his the way you and him come to eat here every lunch without any exceptions.

hes aware of lingering glances by his classmates on you and him - and he knows its judgemental and nothing kind to him. the whispers when you come to his table every time class ends as though on instincts whilst all he does is sit down there and do nothing but listen to you, the whispers when he sees you waiting at the library quietly before you brighten up when your eyes meet his, the whispers when you’re with him. maybe its insecurity, but he knows he’ll never be enough. he thinks youre better off with anyone but him - better off with your club members who understand your passion for writing and share with you their favourite writings compared to him who writes simply in order to one day move overseas as a professional football player, better off with your other classmates that actually pay attention in class unlike him who can better help you and do your homework with rather than sitting down at his table whilst he reads another football magazine, better off with even those guy classmates that he cant stand because of their loud voices because at least they seem to match your energy. even more, he thinks hes really a terrible friend, not even considering his crush on you, when he hears you chat about something excitedly only to trail off whenever youre with him, when he feels you pull yourself a little too fast from the hug you initiate compared to anyone else, when he knows youre terrified to say something but he can do nothing but stay here.

on some days, he wonders if you’ll eventually leave him too. he knows its for the better - you’ll get to know other people that can actually care and love you the way he knows he can’t with how bad he is at expressing himself, you’ll get to chat and talk someone’s ears off much happily without any judgement the way that you seem to be unable to do so with him, you’ll no longer have to hold your own personality back anymore. but deep down, he doesn’t want that. he doesn’t want to be left behind again - alone on the park bench with a ghost of you as he bites into the now bitter-sweet fruit sandwich that he deep down doesn’t really like but eats for you, alone on the table as you move about excitedly all cheerily to talk to anyone but him the one beside you, alone in his room having to play horror games all alone listen to the playlist he made for you all alone. now that he knows what it feels like to have someone, he doesn’t want to be alone anymore especially after he finds out how deep it can hurt - feeling as though his corpse sometimes still lay in the winter snow right where his brother left him.

and as he feels the red strings around yours and his finger pull harder and harder as though youre about to run away, he slowly feels more desperate to hold onto whatever little of this relationship is left. he knows logically, all friendships comes to an end, but he has always defied whatever the universe has set up for him - holding onto an impossible and thrown away dream of being better than his genius of an older brother, holding onto am faraway dream of being the world’s best striker right by his brother side and now holding onto a crumbling dream of staying right beside you for the rest of his life. he knows hes too little, and he knows there’s someone else better in this world than yours, after all youre only teenagers and nothing more than that could come out it. he knows he cant give you the world that you deserve, cant give you everything you want right now or maybe even in the future, but hes selfish. and of course its on another boring school day he gets this realisation, when he sees you peek at him without a word, as though you two are no longer in the same orbit anymore.

“you said you had something to tell me right?” a conversation starter, he tries, even though he normally doesn’t start the conversation, and he knows its still not enough, it’ll never be enough in his eyes.

“um… right… i..” and god, did you curse yourself. making it awkward, overthinking it - was that stuttering too much? did it annoy him?

its silence that follows afterwards - you don’t want to be too much to just confess your feelings, its just another day to him and you wouldn’t want to ruin it all selfishly. and in contrast, he no longer wants to be too little, he grips onto the plastic that leaves a little cream stain on his fingers.

“you know.. you can tell me anything.” and god, now he thinks he sounds pathetic and desperate, but your expression doesn’t seem to change from that expression that doesn’t suit your face at all - in contrast to the cheery expression you should always be sporting, you’re biting your lips nervously as though you two are in an examination room instead of at the park bench as per usual. has he messed up?

“i.. wait.. don’t freak out first.. promise?” an warning - because you know once you say it, there’s no going back. a risk you should take, a risk that you’ve seen taken right below this tree too ironically by classmates who profess their immature and yet undying love to their partners. would you be too much? you think ruin has rubbed off you a little too much when your mind tells no yells at you to be a little more selfish.

“promise.” he thinks he sees you smile a little, and he thinks hes gone back to his childhood where you and him first met - making a pinkie promise after you two fell down together to always stay together because it was fate to meet as you both fell down from the parkour part of the playground.

“.. i like you. a lot.” and of course youre too much, youre just a little too dramatic to add the additional bit that seems to slip off your tongue so naturally with countless of practice and failed attempts in front of your mirror in your room before collapsing on your bed kicking your feet and yelling against your pillow.

“i like you too. romantically.” and he thinks hes too little, such an anticlimactic return of love in contrast to all the love mangas you’ve talked to him about - no flowers, no necklaces, no nothing in his hand. but he sees your face bloom into a flower like as you grin, he thinks its alright.

you think youre too much and he thinks hes too little - but together, you’ll be just enough for each other - you both think, your hands and his moving together as electricity flows through yours and his body as though its the world way of telling you that both of you are made for each other, your face and his linger so close before finally you two cross the line as your lips merge with his perfectly as though you two are truly soulmates, and you think perhaps that the two four-leave clovers wasn’t just for you two to be friends for the rest of your life but something more as you tie it to his and yours wrist all those years back, it brushing against each other.

[covenofagatha]

Do I wanna know? (Part 5)

Carol wants to make amends and you and Agatha adjust to life in different states

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: phone sex, sex toys, masturbation

Agatha drops you off at the train station the next morning and you keep your face pressed against the window until she becomes too small for you to see as it pulls away. Your breath has fogged up the glass and before you can think about it, you draw a heart with your finger. 

You can still feel the ghost of the hug she gave you lingering and you burrow down into the crewneck you stole from her that has her scent before pulling out your laptop from your bag. 

By the time the train stops in Westview, you’ve submitted your application to the University at Albany and finished most of your homework for the week ahead. 

Alice picks you up from the station and you shoot Agatha a text to let her know that you made it and that you miss her already. 

I miss you too, honey. But I’ll see you in two weeks, okay? 

Before you had left, the two of you had poured over your schedules in an attempt to find the soonest you could go visit or she could come to you. Driving up on a weeknight for you didn’t make sense because you had classes in the morning and the afternoon, and Agatha has client meetings this upcoming weekend. You weren’t sure you’d been apart for that long since that fateful day you and Wanda snuck into the pool at your dad’s house. 

“How was your trip?” Alice asks and you ignore the heavy feeling weighing on your heart. It wasn’t a secret among your friends that you were dating an older woman—you decided to use the word girlfriend, even if it hadn’t been explicitly said—and Alice had already volunteered to pick you up and drop you off at the train station if you ever needed it. You were so thankful that you’d gotten an amazing roommate out of the random assignment. 

“It was good, yeah. Kind of sad, but I think we’re going to be okay.” You still hadn’t told her that you were planning on transferring at the end of the semester as long as you got into the University at Albany, but you figured there was no need to mention it now. “I’m going to go see her in two weeks. And then she might come here the week after, and then when we have fall break I’ll go up.” 

Alice glances at you with a reassuring smile. “You guys are making time for each other. That’s a real sign that it’ll work out.” 

You nod, believing it yourself. You’re most excited for her to come down for your birthday at the end of October—maybe you’d even be able to convince her to go to a Halloween party with you. 

“It’ll be okay,” you state firmly. “How was your weekend?” 

Alice chews on her bottom lip. “It was chill. Did some homework. I think I’m going to try to get a job at the mall, you know, just to make some money. Oh—and that girl Carol stopped by the room yesterday.” 

A flash of anger bolts through you, still holding a bit of a grudge over what she said about you and Agatha. “Oh?” you hum through gritted teeth. 

“She was asking when you were coming back and said she wanted to apologize for how she acted. Something about her crossing a line?” 

With a heavy sigh, you push away your budding annoyance and realize that you’re going to have to talk to Carol sooner or later. 

She is a good friend and you tell yourself that you know her heart was in the right place. You may have been overreacting just a little, not that you would ever admit it, still fragile over your insecurities about your relationship. 

But you’re feeling good now. “I’ll talk to her.” 

Alice nods in approval and turns into the parking lot in front of your dorm building. She carries one of your bags for you and you trail after her up to your room. The world feels weird now with Agatha in a different state, like there’s a piece that’s missing. 

It’s okay, you tell yourself. Two weeks. It’s only two weeks. 

You busy yourself by putting away the things in your bag, giving Alice a shifty glance before sliding the box that contains the vibrator from Agatha into your nightstand. Your clit pulses involuntarily and you squeeze your thighs together—you cannot wait to use it. Even the thought of Agatha making you cum from all the way in New York has your heartbeat quickening and you hope she’s not going to be too busy this evening so you can try it out. 

Just as you finish unpacking, there’s a knock on the door to your dorm and Alice watches from her bed as you go and open it. 

It’s Carol, standing there sheepishly with a red hoodie and blue jeans and holding a plate with four cupcakes covered with saran wrap on them. She offers you the plate and you slowly take it, eyes darting from the dessert back to her. 

“Hi,” she says and you glance back at Alice, who is clearly pretending to not pay attention. You smile awkwardly and step forward into the hall, closing the door behind you. Even though you’ll tell Alice exactly what happened, you feel like Carol might want the illusion of privacy. 

“Hi,” you respond stiffly. It’s clear that she’s expecting you to start the conversation but you hold your ground. You’re not the one who needs to be sorry here.

Carol shifts and looks down at her feet before trying again. “I just want to apologize again for what I said about you and your girlfriend. I completely overstepped and it was really shitty of me, I just want you to be careful and be okay. But I know you know what you’re doing and it’s your relationship and I just want to be friends again.” 

She holds out her hand for you to shake. After a moment, you begrudgingly accept it and Carol’s face breaks into a grin. You smile back despite yourself and a weight feels like it’s been lifted. You didn’t realize how tense the strain between the two of you was making you feel and you hate to admit that you may have missed her a little. She’s older and cool and it would be good for you to have a friend like her around campus, especially without having Agatha to run to almost every night and weekend. 

It might be time for you to actually focus on college and having a social life. There’s a small voice in your head that says maybe you shouldn’t because it’ll make it harder to transfer, but you push it down. Having long-distance friends would be much easier than a relationship and whenever you come to visit your parents, you’d be able to see Alice and Carol and whomever else you’d want to. 

“Will you take me flying now?” you ask and she laughs before patting you on the shoulder. 

“Sure,” she agrees, sounding lighter as well. “Maybe we could get dinner sometime, too? There’s a great burrito place just off-campus. I’m free Tuesday night?” 

You mentally search your head for anything you might have going on that day and you draw a blank. Without Agatha here, you might have a lot more free time now. 

“That works for me,” you say and Carol claps your shoulder. You reach under the saran wrap on the plate of cupcakes and offer her one. 

She takes it. “Perfect, I’ll pick you up here at around six or so?” 

You nod and she gives you one last smile before walking away, taking a large bite into the cake. You watch her until she turns the corner and you go back into your dorm room. 

Alice is still lounging on her bed, arms folded across her chest, smirking at you. “How was it?” 

Shrugging, you set the plate down on top of the mini-fridge Alice brought from home. “We’re all good now. We’re going to get dinner Tuesday. Apparently there’s a good burrito place off-campus. Want to come?” 

She raises an eyebrow and tries to fix her face into something less obvious. “Yeah, I don’t really think Carol will want me there.” 

The bed dips under you as you climb into yours and lean against the wall so you’re facing your roommate. “What do you mean?” you ask and she looks incredulous. 

“She definitely likes you,” she says, like it’s the clearest thing in the world and you’re daft for not being able to see it. 

You splutter something nonsensically before spitting out, “What?” Embarrassment floods through your cheeks and your eyes dart furiously around the room, not wanting to accept it, even though a small part of you knows she’s probably right. 

Alice raises an eyebrow and you scoff. 

“She knows I’m with someone. I don’t think she’d actually do anything even if she did like me. We’re just friends,” you protest and Alice only looks slightly convinced. 

“Mhmm,” she hums and you roll your eyes before grabbing your phone and throwing yourself off your bed. Your feet hit the floor and send a jolt through your shins and you wince. 

Grabbing your keys, you try to look as unbothered as possible as you walk to the door. “I’m going to get some groceries.” 

Even if Carol does like you, she most definitely knows how serious you are about Agatha. And if she doesn’t accept that or tries to make a move, you will have no qualms about actually cutting her off. 

—

Agatha calls you just as you finish up your last class on Tuesday and you happily press accept and crane your neck to position your phone between your ear and your shoulder so you can walk out of the building with your hands free. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says and you melt at hearing her voice. It was her first day of work yesterday so you didn’t get to talk to her much, but this more than makes up for it. 

“Hi,” you chirp and catch people staring at your wide grin. You try to look less like you just won the lottery. “How are you?” 

There’s a slight rustling on her end and you look at your watch on your wrist. Five-fifteen. She might just be finishing work now, you still don’t know her schedule. “Good, good,” she hums, slightly out-of-breath. “Just getting to my car. What are you up to?”

“Oh, just finished class,” you tell her. “Walking back to my dorm now. How’s work? Do you like it?” 

The audio cuts out momentarily as you shove the door open and walk outside, the bright sunlight making you sneeze. You swear under your breath as you almost get run over by a boy on a scooter. 

“It’s good! Everyone here is really nice so far and they’re really helping me learn how things run. I’m already getting the hang of it, I think.” She keeps telling you about her job and you interject occasionally with a question or an exclamation about how awesome she is. She seems happy.

Alice isn’t in your room when you get back so you put the call on speakerphone and toss it onto the bed while you rummage around in your drawers for something to wear to dinner. There’s no time to shower so you settle for deodorant and then a few spritzes of perfume as you undress. 

Agatha pauses her story, noticing that you’re distracted. “What are you doing?” she asks and you freeze like you just got caught doing something you’re not supposed to. 

“Carol and I are hanging out in a bit,” you answer casually, choosing black pants over blue. You pull on a gray shirt. “My roommate thinks she likes me.” 

“I’m sure she does,” Agatha says, a bit coolly. You glance at your phone like she’ll be able to see your expression.

It feels like you’ve made a mistake. You had thought she would laugh about it. “I mean, I don’t like her like that at all, I don’t even think she actually does like me, Alice is definitely just reading into it. We’re just friends—” 

“Baby, relax,” she coos, now chuckling at your rambling, “I know. I trust you and I want you to have friends. But with how hot you are, I definitely wouldn’t blame her for wanting you.” 

Your stomach grows warm. “Oh, yeah, mommy? You think I’m hot?” you tease and immensely enjoy the way you can hear Agatha suck in a sharp breath. 

“Yeah, honey, I do,” she rasps, voice significantly deeper. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. About your perfect pussy and how you taste and how you feel around my fingers, god…” She trails off with a gasp that’s barely audible over the faint rumble of the engine of her car and knowing that she’s driving while talking like this has your skin burning.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” you admit feebly and whimper—you’ve just climbed onto your knees on your bed and the inseam of your pants is now resting against your clit. Your core is hot and you can feel the slick starting to collect in your underwear and you gently rock forward and silently keen. 

Agatha clears her throat and you can picture her blushing right now, the vein in her forehead bulging out, the darkening of her eyes. “Fuck, baby,” she groans, “remember all those times I fucked that cunt with my strap?” 

The air in your lungs gets punched out with a force so strong your eyes almost start watering. You grind down harder. 

“Yeah,” you breathe and glance at the clock on your nightstand. Twenty-three minutes until Carol is supposed to be at your room. Plenty of time to do something, if Agatha lets you. “Agatha—mommy—can I—can I please touch myself?” You sound pathetic and whiny and you can imagine Agatha smirking at you. 

“Such a good girl for asking,” she purrs. She never explicitly told you that you needed permission to masturbate, but it felt like you should ask. 

You wanted to ask. You’re her good girl and you’re determined to make that known. 

“Why don’t you get that toy I gave you before you left?” she suggests and you moan deeply before quickly grabbing it from inside your nightstand. Your breath catches again when you open it and you softly trace a finger against the engraving—Mommy’s cunt. Each letter sends a spark to your already-wet cunt. 

She laughs condescendingly when she hears your zipper being dragged down and you slide a hand into your pants and whine when you delve through your sopping, hot folds. 

“So desperate for mommy, aren’t you?” she simpers and you choke out an affirmation. “Tell me what you’re doing.” 

A shudder runs through you at her demanding tone. “I’m rubbing my clit with two fingers.” Your touch is light but still effective and your words are broken. 

There’s a ding and then the thrum of the engine stops. Agatha must be home. Her side of the call goes silent and then reconnects. Instead of checking to make sure you’re still there, all she says is, “Taste yourself for me.” 

With a moan, you pull your hand out of your pants and shove your two fingers into your mouth, lapping at your sweet wetness. She must be able to hear it because she whimpers and you make more exaggerated sounds just to get to her. You can almost see her screwing her eyes shut as she just tries to make it to her apartment. 

“How do you taste?” she asks hoarsely. You get an idea and slip your hand back down between your thighs, collecting your slick and holding it up to the light. You snap a quick photo, make sure you can see your fingers glistening, and send it to her. 

“You should come find out,” you sulk mockingly and you can tell that she pulls the phone away from her ear to look at what you just sent. 

“Fuck,” she gasps and a thrill runs through you. “You’re such a tease.” 

You shrug innocently even though she can’t see you. “What do you want me to do now, mommy?” 

Agatha swears under her breath and there’s the sound of doors opening. She mutters a greeting—someone must have gotten into the elevator with her. 

She’s going to be so mad, but you smirk and moan explicitly. “Fuck, now I have two fingers inside myself,” you tell her, mirroring your words with your actions and groaning at how it feels. “Wish they were yours, mommy, I need you so bad.” 

Agatha doesn’t answer because she can’t, but she does choke on nothing. The other person asks if she’s okay but she doesn't answer. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you continue and you hear her breathing getting heavier. “Come taste me, mommy, come fuck me with your strap—fuck, I need your cock inside me.” 

The doors ding and there’s the sound of footsteps hurriedly moving. You curl your fingers and gasp. 

“Put the toy inside you now,” Agatha hisses and you scramble for it, press it against your entrance, and sink it into you. Your back arches and you sharply inhale. It rests right against your g-spot and your clit and you pant in anticipation as you wait for her to turn it on. 

There’s a click and you jerk forward onto your bed as your cunt is racked with vibrations and you can’t help the loud keens that fall out of your mouth. Your hips are bucking frantically and you desperately grip onto the sheets of your messy bed. 

“Fuck, mommy, it feels so good,” you sob and cry out even louder when she turns up the intensity even more. 

There’s movement and then a long sigh on her side and you clench around the toy. 

“Are you touching yourself?” you squeak. 

Agatha chuckles throatily. “How could I not when you’re sounding so pretty for me?” You whimper. “Fuck, baby, I wish I was there. I’d fill you with three of my fingers to get you ready for my strap with my tongue on your clit—” she sinfully groans and you bite down onto your hand, “—you always taste so good for mommy, you always take me so well, just mommy’s perfect girl, mommy’s perfect slut.” 

The vibrations get stronger and you’re furiously humping against the bed now, each drag of your hips pushing the toy further inside you and how are you already so close? 

“Need you so bad, Agatha, please,” you babble, “please let me cum, I need you, I need—fuck—” 

There’s a knock on the door and you throw a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans. Agatha must hear it too because she turns the toy off, leaving your cunt pulsing and clenching with a rhythm around nothing, the phantom vibrations still making you twitch. 

You stay silent, hoping they’ll leave. 

“Hey! It’s Carol, are you ready to go?” 

“Fuck,” you swear again and take the call off speakerphone, shoving it against your ear as you leap off the bed and check yourself out in the mirror to make you don’t look like a complete mess. “I have to go, I have dinner.” 

Agatha hums in disappointment. “Aw, well I hope you have a fun time,” she says, sickly sweet and sarcastic and you genuinely consider cancelling on Carol right now. With the sweat on your forehead, you could plausibly tell her you think you have a fever. “I know I will.” 

Her suggestive tone is not lost on you and you screw your eyes shut and try to tamp down the wave of arousal flooding through you. “I’ll talk to you after?” you ask through gritted teeth. 

“Of course,” she says with a melodic chuckle and you think you can hear the lazy slapping of her fingers inside her. Of course she’s not playing fair. “Oh—and one last thing. Leave the toy inside you.” 

Your breath catches at the thought of her able to toy with you while you’re hanging out with a friend and you know Agatha’s not going to make it easy. “But—” 

“Say: yes, mommy. I’ll be a good girl and keep the toy in for you,” she croons and you parrot the words back to her in a mumble. You can practically hear her smirk through the phone before she smacks her lips together in a kiss and hangs up. 

Carol regards you curiously when you finally open the door after you fixed your clothes and hair. “Everything okay?” she asks and you self-consciously adjust your shirt again. 

“Yeah, sorry. I was taking a nap,” you lie but she doesn't question it. You can feel the toy with every step you take but Agatha thankfully doesn’t turn it on. 

You keep waiting for it though, always anticipating, and a few times you swear you feel it buzz when you’re in Carol’s car heading to the restaurant. 

The drive is filled with small talk and you almost forget all about it by the time you’ve sat down in a booth and ordered. 

Carol’s just telling you about the time her uncle took her flying for the first time when your phone vibrates against your leg from inside your pocket. You don’t want to seem rude so you ignore it, although now you’re wondering if it’s one of your parents or Agatha. 

Your cheeks heat up and you shift, involuntarily moving the toy inside you and you choke on your drink. Carol looks concerned but you wave your head dismissively to tell her that you’re fine. 

There’s another buzz against your leg and you subtly try to slide your phone from your pocket and glance at it. 

It’s from Agatha and your thoughts falter when you see that it’s a video. Your brain goes to the filthiest places and you gulp down more soda to try to cool your burning body. 

“So how did you and your girlfriend meet?” Carol asks and you clench around the toy at the mere mention of her. 

She was married to my dad and then we started sleeping together and now they’re divorced and we’re together. 

“We met…online,” you say and you feel another text message. “What about you—any romantic prospects?” The moment you bring it up, you regret it because now what if she starts doing the coy thing where she makes it really obvious that she likes you without actually saying it? 

Luckily, Carol just shrugs. “I just got out of a bad break-up. We tried to do long distance but it didn't really work. Found out she had been cheating on me for about three months which was when she moved away.” 

You whistle lowly. It makes sense now, why she was so weary about you and Agatha. You almost feel better—Carol’s motivations weren’t because she had a crush on you, it was because she just didn’t want you to get hurt the same way she had. You can feel your muscles relax. 

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, not sure what else to add. 

She smiles gratefully and then the vulnerability is gone. “Do you have any pets?” 

You get another text and this time, you can’t help but look down and read it. 

Mommy needs you, please, baby. 

Swallowing roughly, you look back at Carol. “Um, no, no pets. My dad is allergic and now my mom just doesn't have time. I’ve always wanted a dog though. What about you?” 

“I have three cats, one is a—” 

You don’t hear the rest because Agatha, seemingly tired of your silence, turns on the toy and you groan and double-over because of how high the intensity is. You can vaguely perceive Carol asking if you’re alright and you nod your head and look back at her. 

She’s very concerned but you have to grip onto the table so hard that your knuckles almost pop to keep from gyrating against your chair. 

“Are you okay? Are you going to throw up? Do I need to call an ambulance?” Carol spitballs and the toy turns down a level, letting you breathe a little. 

“No, I’m okay,” you rasp, hips quickly rutting and you bite your lip to keep a gasp from escaping. The sweet agony is killing you and you know Agatha is doing it on purpose, to send you a message. “It’s just period cramps.” 

The toy stops but your chest still heaves but you’re able to think more clearly. 

And then she turns it back on, but all the way down, so it’s just a low rumble pulsing through your body. There’s a metallic taste in your mouth from your teeth in your lip and you quickly lick away the blood before Carol can say anything. 

You clench around the toy periodically, trying to push it deeper with just your walls, because it’s so close to exactly where you need it. Are you about to cum right here, right now, with Carol less than a yard away? 

It might happen. 

Your phone buzzes in time with a pulse of the toy. 

Go to the bathroom. 

A muffled whimper leaves your mouth and you’re too turned on to care—you shove your chair back and stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you announce and Carol tells you to go firmly. 

The moment the door is shut and locked behind you, thankfully a single restroom here, you moan loudly and read all the texts from Agatha. 

Thought you’d like to see what I was doing while I was thinking of you. 

One video attachment. 

You make me so wet.

Mommy needs you, please, baby. 

Go to the bathroom. 

Tears prick your eyes as you silently beg for her to turn it up just so you can get some relief and with a trembling finger, you tap on the video and turn the volume up. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. 

It starts with Agatha facing the floor-length mirror that she set up in the corner of her room—except now, it’s on the wall about four feet from the bed—in nothing but a short, purple, silk slip that hugs all of her curves perfectly. The veins in her hand holding the phone are prominent and it makes you salivate. 

Her reflection teasingly smirks and then she walks slowly backwards until the back of her legs hits the bed and she sits down gracefully. You’re panting open-mouthed, grinding standing up against the toy because she is too fucking hot. 

Agatha spreads her thighs and scooches back so she can plant her feet on the bed and when she hikes up her dress, you see in the mirror that she’s not wearing anything underneath. 

You whine audibly. 

She slides a hand over her cunt and then moves her phone so she’s holding it right above the juncture between her legs rather than pointing it at the mirror and you let out a strangled breath as she slides two fingers into herself. 

The vibrations turn up inside you like she knows exactly what you’re doing and you clamp a hand over your mouth lest anyone walk by and hear you. 

In the video, Agatha withdraws her fingers and holds them up to the camera and the light catches so you can see just how much they’re glistening. She is drenched. 

“This is all for you, honey,” she says and it makes you keen. The phone stays directed on her pussy but you can hear sucking sounds and you let out a broken sound because you know she’s tasting herself. 

“Fuck,” you draw out, shoving a hand into your pants to better position the toy inside you and you gasp loudly when you align it just right. Your hips are bucking wildly and you think you’re about to cum in the bathroom of this restaurant while your friend is waiting outside, very concerned for you. 

Agatha’s fingers slide back into her and the squelching sounds are audible—you lift your phone to your ear, forgoing the visual for just a second, because you can still imagine that you’re the one fucking her. You can almost smell her, feel her, and she turns up the toy again and it pulls a long groan out of you. 

She parts her swollen folds and pushes closer and you can see the strands of wetness connecting her pussy lips, see the slight convulsions of her walls and it makes you weak. Your knees buckle and your back slumps against the door, holding your phone like water in your hands. Her clit peeks out and she rubs at it, her hips jumping in the video. 

“You make mommy so wet,” she moans and then she shoves three fingers into herself and—

The video stops. 

You frantically click on the screen, hoping you accidentally just paused it, but that was the end. Before you know what you’re doing, you’re calling her and pressing your phone to your ear. 

She picks up immediately and you can hear her smirk. “Hey, honey. How’s dinner going?” 

You open your mouth but she turns up the toy and you sob, tension beginning to build in your stomach and simultaneously about to snap already. “Please, please, fuck, I need you—” 

The vibrations increase even more and you cry out and if you weren’t in a public restroom, you would’ve collapsed to the floor by now. You really hope no one else can hear you. 

“Who do you belong to?” she asks calmly. 

“You, mommy, fuck, Agatha, I’m all yours,” you gasp out. 

Agatha hums in approval. “Good girl. Cum for me.” And that’s all it takes for the dam to break and you fall apart right there. She keeps the vibrations going and it sends you straight into another orgasm and then it becomes too sensitive and starts to hurt so you have to beg for her to turn it off. 

She does and that in itself makes you moan because the toy is still resting against your special spot and your clit and you can feel it every time you move. 

“You okay?” she asks and you huff out a laugh as you look in the mirror at your ruined state. There’s not much you can do besides dampen a paper towel and run it over your face and hope Carol doesn’t notice how sweaty you’ve become, although period cramps were a good excuse. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say and then soften. “I really miss you.” 

“I know, honey. I really miss you too. But I’ll see you soon, yeah?” 

You nod even though she can’t see you and you wish she was there to give you a hug and a kiss. 

“Now go back out there and finish dinner,” Agatha says, teasing lilt in her voice, “and maybe I’ll send you the second part of that video.” 

You’ve never obeyed anyone so quickly in your life. 

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Lucky Seven

Debut: Mario Kart 7

Yesterday was Mario Day, the anniversary of this blog's creation! It has now been SEVEN dang years of this blog existing, and that is so weird! The blog could be in second grade right now! It could be learning about insect metamorphosis! Isn't that splendid? Of course, we already taught it all we know about insects, so it is rather bored in class. It's become a real Class Clown. And we wouldn't have it any other way! We love Silly!

For the seventh anniversary, I decided to make the most Seven post ever. The only thing that could make this any more Seven is if I deleted every other post besides the first six, making this the seventh post on the blog. But that would be tomfoolishness, which is distinct from tomfoolery, and where I draw the line.

So here is the Lucky Seven! From Mario Kart 7! It gives Seven items at once, as a reference to how lucky Seven is in slot machines, since Nintendo loves to dance around with cheeky little gambling references without going too far into actually portraying it. Seven items is nothing to sneeze at, so don't even think about sneezing right now! If you sneeze with this item active, you might end up completely missing its window of usefulness, because it is very mediocre, to be honest.

A Banana, Green Shell, Red Shell, Bob-omb, Star, Mushroom, and Blooper all orbit the kart, and you use the one directly in front of you when you press the item button. That makes it basically impossible to use the Green Shell effectively, since you have such a limited time to launch it! Usually most of these things will either be thrown out willy-nilly, or collided with by an opponent who is driving nilly-willy. But it could even end up feeling rather wimmy-nimmy for you and nibby-wibby for your opponent, because they could steal your Mushroom or even your Star! It ends up feeling more like an item that Makes Stuff Happen than one that necessarily Helps You. That's not very lucky. I'd sooner call it crazy! Like another, later item, focusing on the number... oh, I shan't say.

I'd like to point out how the Seven is not a physical thing. It's a mere symbol, unlike any other item! This could not be held if it tried. It even gets a background in the item roulette, which is really weird, to be honest! It is pulling out all the stops to make this occasion about itself! I'll let it slide, since this occasion is indeed about it.

Lucky Seven is such a Seven item. It would be a bit silly to see it in a game outside Mario Kart 7! Now let's look at it in Mario Kart Tour.

Mario Kart Tour is basically mobile Mario Kart 7 with worse gameplay and less Honey Queen, so I guess Lucky Seven is right at home here, or at least it's sleeping over on the couch here. If your character is upgraded enough, they can unleash the power of Lucky Seven PLUS, which adds three coins. That's not seven anymore, but it is certainly seven plus three. I shall accept this as well.

So, overall, Lucky Seven is okay. It's somewhat interesting. If only it was a bit more interesting, though. This post wasn't even about any Mario Creatures! Have we fallen from grace?

"Hey! Welcome to Game Guy's Mini-Game!"

Oh? Game Guy? Our friend Game Guy from Mario Party 3 and the Game Guy post? That Game Guy?

"Let's see... I think I'll have you play my personal favorite. Game Guy's Lucky 7!"

Yahoo! Game Guy always knows how to get the party started! What a sevendipitous turn of events!

[ak319]

Dark Arthur Morgan x sis reader

(WARNINGS?MDNI: Abuse, misogyny , possessiveness, restrictions// i don't condone such behaviour irl!.) +Arthur is in his 20's here

"And what about this question, ma'am?" you asked, leaning over Mrs. Anne, your teacher. She ran a small homeschool for girls and Montessori for kids with some of the little kids being your friends' siblings. It was such a cozy, safe environment for studying. Classes started in the afternoon, around 4:30 p.m., and went on until the evening, usually wrapping up by 7 or 8.

You lived in Strawberry with your dad, Lyle, and your older brother, Arthur Morgan. Your dad had changed a lot after your mother's death, becoming an alcoholic and often disappearing for days. Arthur, on the other hand--he was your shield, making you feel both protected and suffocated at the same time. Since your father was usually too lost in his own world or away from home, he didn’t bother you much, only occasionally checking in as if to remind you he was still your father. Meh.

But Arthur--he took his role far too seriously. In fact, he thought he should take on both his and your father’s duties. That’s why you had to ask--or rather, beg--him to let you attend Mrs. Anne's classes when you first heard about them from Isla, your friend who had shown you the poster.

Strawberry wasn’t that big of a town, and after verifying everything about Mrs. Anne, Arthur finally agreed--thankfully. But only on the condition that he would pick you up and drop you off himself. He used to be caring, but not like this. Your mother’s death had changed the two men in the house in completely opposite ways. One stopped caring altogether, while the other became overbearing. And you were just trying to survive, making the best of it.

The urge to run away with your friends felt all too real sometimes. But then you’d think what would Arthur might do if he ever found you? That’s where all your plans would fall apart. You had also learned, through Arthur, that neither he nor your father were earning their money honestly. He tried to keep it from you at first, but eventually told you when you were old enough. You had your suspicions anyway--his words were just confirmation.

Today was like any other day. Arthur had dropped you off outside Mrs. Anne's house as usual. But by 7:30, the weather took a sudden turn--it started raining heavily out of nowhere. It had been a bit windy earlier, but there was no sign of rain. Yet here it was, pouring down. Time passed, and it was now 8:10 p.m., but your idiot of a brother still hadn't shown up to pick you up. You were feeling awkward staying at your teacher's home, despite Mrs. Anne and her husband being the sweetest people. You’d already had two cups of hot chocolate with your friend, Isla, and didn’t want to impose any further.

"(Y/N), he might not come with this heavy rain. We could walk to your house together--it’s not that far," Isla suggested, whispering. It was just the two of us left, as most of the girls had gone home earlier. You both had work to finish, but even if you’d finished sooner, you couldn’t leave without Arthur. Going home without him wasn’t the first option.

"But what if he comes here after we leave?"

Isla groaned. "Mrs. Anne will tell him that we headed to your place. Look at me--my house is even further than yours, what the hell would I do-- oh my God! I can just stay at yours tonight! I already told my mother that if it rains, I might stay over at yours. Let’s just go!."

She had a point. Maybe Arthur was out doing--well, you didn’t even want to think about it. After taking leave from Mrs. Anne, the two of you dashed to your house with the umbrellas she had given you.

Once you reached the small, humble abode, you both headed to your room with the food you had prepared earlier, settling in to chat and relax while enjoying the soothing sound of the rain.

"Where are your dad and brother?" Isla asked.

You shrugged. "I mean--Dad being absent is normal, but Arthur is usually home by now. I’m kind of worried."

"Seriously, (Y/N)? I’d be happy to have the house to myself for a change. Not to mention, some space. He’s--kind of scary, isn’t he?"

"Scary? Well, yeah, sometimes. But trust me, he’s nice and caring. More than Dad could ever be. It does get a bit too much at times, though."

"Mhm. And it’s kind of messed up, isn’t it? The work they do. Both of them." Isla was the only friend you’d confided in about your family, and that was only because she had once seen Arthur with Dutch, a shady con man who often visited Strawberry or rather his boss. You hated Dutch despite never meeting him. He's the reason your brother is now on the same path as your dad.

"What can I do about it? I’ve tried talking to him, but he always shuts me out--" Your eyes caught a glimpse of a paper sticking out of the side pocket of your bag. "Wait, what’s that?"

You pulled out the paper, and both you and Isla began reading it. It was some kind of confession addressed to Mavis, another girl in your class. You couldn’t figure out who wrote it or why it was in your bag. The writer had only signed with an initial: A.

"Oh! Wait, wait, wait! It must be Amell. I saw him whispering to a kid outside from the window. He must be the one who gave this to him to put in Mavis’s bag."

"Amell who? And how did this end up in my bag?" you asked, confusion evident on your face as you looked back at the note.

Isla leaned back against the headboard, stretching her limbs with a relaxed sigh. "Amell is Mrs. Anne’s son. I’ve seen him talking to Mavis before. You and Mavis were sitting together today, and you both have the same colored bags. The kid must’ve gotten confused."

“Is the kid we’re talking about, Anders? He’s so dumb,” you said, shaking your head with a soft chuckle. “Anyway, don’t let me forget to hand this to Mavis tomorrow.”

Suddenly, the door to your room burst open, and Arthur stormed in.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his sudden intrusion. "Um... hi?" you said, your tone a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

Isla straightened up, her eyes quickly avoiding Arthur’s gaze, as she gave a hesitant but polite greeting as well.

"How did you get home?" Arthur's voice was cold, cutting through the room.

"Isla and I came together. Where were you, though?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual despite the tension.

Arthur’s gaze shifted to Isla. "Isla, the rain has stopped. You should go home. Your family must be waiting."

Isla looked at you, confusion clear on her face. "She’s staying becau-"

"Not today," Arthur interrupted firmly.

"Why not? Are you going to tell me where you were?" you shot back, frustration creeping into your voice.

"Y/N, I--I’ll see you tomorrow."

You let Isla leave, your irritation with Arthur growing. You wanted to talk openly without making Isla uncomfortable in the middle of the family drama. As you moved to escort her to the front door, Arthur abruptly blocked your path. "Stay here," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

You sighed and sank back onto the bed, shoving the letter--which was still in your hand--back into your bag. Arthur stormed back in and slammed the door a bit too hard.

"What’s gotten into you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice calm despite the frustration bubbling up inside.

Arthur’s eyes were cold, his jaw set. "What did I tell you about coming home alone?" His irritation was palpable, fixated on the condition he had imposed.

"Well, what was I supposed to do, stay there? It’s 9 p.m.! Where were you?" Your words seemed to only fuel his anger, rather than penetrate his stubbornness.

Arthur’s gaze hardened. "I’ve noticed your tone changing recently, ever since you started going there. What exactly are they teaching you at that place, huh?"

"Basic knowledge. Like not overstaying your welcome at someone’s house when you can walk home," you retorted, trying to keep your tone steady despite your rising frustration.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed further as he took a few steps closer. "Is that so?" His voice was low, dangerously calm. "Well, our dear father got arrested, so I was at the sheriff's. And as for ‘basic knowledge,’" he said, grabbing your bag and dumping its contents onto the floor.

"HEY! My books!!" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and anger in your voice.

"Mhm, what might this be?" Arthur’s attention was fixed on the letter he had seen earlier. He picked it up and read it, his expression darkening as his suspicions were confirmed. "A confession, hmm? An A? This is what you two were gigglin' about earlier?" he murmured, crumpling the letter in his fist, his gaze still locked on it. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your composure.

"A for… Amell, her son, right?" Arthur’s tone was icy, his eyes boring into you as he processed the revelation.

"What even--- That wasn’t for me! It was for Mavis! Have you forgotten to read?!" you protested, trying to defend yourself. He scoffed at your reply, eyes twinkling with amusement. "So Mavis is your codename?"

"Are you serious?"

Arthur’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did he drop you both home, or just you alone? Huh?" His fists clenched tightly, and you could see the anger boiling beneath his calm exterior. Arthur's boots struck the floor with a deliberate, menacing rhythm.

"What are you on about, Arthur? You know that’s not true! A kid put it in my bag. Look, it’s not mine. You can ask Isla."

Arthur’s gaze hardened even further. "Why should I ask her? Hm? She’s your partner in crime, isn’t she? And it’s not like you’re going to see her again."

"W-what? What does that mean?!" you stammered, panic rising in your voice. But nothing could have prepared you for the next moment. Your hands were now on his as he gripped your jaw, your body instinctively going stiff, the fear evident in your eyes. This was the first time he had raised his hands to you in such a threatening manner.

"Yes, no more Isla and no more of that whorehouse you go to. You’ve studied enough. I’ve been too lenient with you." A pained whimper escaped your lips as his gloved fingers dug into your jaw.

"N-no-don’t do that! Why are you not believing me, Arthur?!" you pleaded, your voice breaking. He shoved you by your jaw, sending you crashing to the floor. Your head narrowly missed hitting the bed’s edge.

"If you utter one more word or try to set a foot outside until I say so, especially to that school of yours, I WILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING LEGS!"

His heavy breathing was the only sound you could hear as you stared at the floor, your vision blurred by tears and chest tight with fear and anxiety. He can easily break you in two if he wants to right now, even Isla's gone. "I am here, working these jobs to keep a roof over your head while that fool has clearly given up, and you’re here, frolicking with your lovers! Learning to write fucking love letters." He stood over you, his anger uncontrollable, and grabbed you by your hair, forcing you to lift your head slightly.

"You’ve enjoyed yourself enough. Now stay at the fucking house and make it a home, like Mother did, like you are supposed to do. And I’m dead serious when I say you don’t want me seeing you going near that house or interacting with those little friends of yours, got it? Because I have eyes and ears everywhere." His words were a chilling threat, leaving you too stunned to fully grasp their meaning.

"DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!" he demanded, his voice thunderous. He yanked your hair with a brutal force, his actions cold and devoid of the care he once showed you. This was the same brother who used to be so kind, now revealing his true, harsh colors over a simple misunderstanding.

"K-kay," you managed to choke out, nodding with tears streaming down your face. He released you with a rough shove.

"Get up and heat the food. I’m going to freshen up." And just like that, he left, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence. Your books lay scattered around you, their presence a painful reminder of a future now out of reach, as you were left enveloped in a cloud of despair.

Part II

[seeingivy]

water lillies

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

an: two chapters back to back. also the last one :'(

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sukuna realizes that repetitive phrases help him in the year that follows. that no matter how dangerous it feels, the feeling of hope is one that he has to keep in his chest, regardless of his track record of horrendously horrible bad luck. 

he’s not going to die tomorrow. yuuji’s perfectly healthy. he’s going to replace the plastic finger on your ring with a real one someday. you’re all going to live very long lives. 

there���s a nervous anticipation, an excited one simmering in his chest, as picks up the little tray of drinks – two strawberry matchas, an iced coffee, and a scone – as he takes it back to the table, where the group of them are waiting. 

“what took you so long?” sammy asks. 

“you’re so impatient.” sukuna responds, handing the drinks over to the moms and sammy, before splitting his scone in half and handing it over to yuuji. 

“i’m working on that.” sammy grates, giving him an irritated look. 

sukuna smiles. 

sammy was working on that, after he had very graciously given her the number to his therapist after she called him crying asking for it. 

it seemed that sammy had one too many fights with you, hurt mai one too many times, and realized that she was finally ready to let go of lifetime of hurt that she had accrued. anger issues, impatience, and the insurmountable amount of aching that always seemed to take residence in her chest was on its way out. 

with his help. and with yours, even if you didn’t know about it entirely. 

“wait, where’s y/n?” yuuji asks. 

sukuna smiles. 

“she has class.” 

“oh.” yuuji responds. 

sukuna watches as the confusion contorts in his face, albeit, the strange nature of the gathering catching him off guard. both of the moms, sammy, and yuuji were called here for an early morning rendezvous at what might be the only good cafe in their town – play coffee. 

and sukuna would have waited to schedule this for when you were free, if he didn't have something important to ask all of them. a question that you couldn’t necessarily be present for. 

“okay. i’m not treating you all to coffee for no reason.” sukuna states. 

“i fucking told you. he would never be this nice.” sammy whispers over to yuuji, the two of them nodding at one another. 

“you’re so kind, sammy. you have such a way with words.” sukuna deadpans. 

“i live to please.” she resopnds. 

“is everything okay?” mrs. itadori asks. 

sukuna smiles, before reaching over to squeeze her open hand. 

three months prior, his mom was the last person on the very long list of people that he deserved an explanation too. even more than deserved an explanation – but another person who just deserved to know why he left, what he had been through. 

satoru and suguru had taken it really well, satoru offering him one second of seriousness to very earnestly tell him that he was very happy that sukuna had stayed long enough for the two of them to become friends. nanami had shared his own experiences – the two of them being intrinsically closer than before from their shared past – and shoko responded by giving him gummy bears and a hug, which meant more to him than she could really understand. 

it shattered lots of things for yuuji, something that he felt insanely guilty about – for not catching on to all of it sooner. but sukuna could also tell that it had done something for the two of them, to talk about something, whatever it was that they went through together as they were kids, and it only made him love him more. 

and his mom. for the first time, after a very earnest scolding about parenting and responsibility from your mom, was worried about him. he found it a little bit overbearing at times, the way she would call and remind him at night that she loved him very much and that he was her entire world – but the thought was there. and on the days that he found it hard to quiet the voices in his head, it really did make all the difference. 

to hear you remind him. and his mom and yuuji, sammy and everyone else in between. 

“it’s great. i just have to ask for your permission for something, that’s all.” sukuna murmurs. 

sukuna watches their faces drop. he realizes after the fact that it was a bad choice of words – especially for his mom – when they were the exact ones that he used before he left for europe. 

“i’m not moving.” sukuna clarifies. 

“oh thank god.” his mom responds, dramatically pressing her hand to her chest as he rolls her eyes. 

he looks over at the four of them, a simmering warmth in his eyes, as he takes in the looks on their faces. and it seems that in his delay, the most perceptive of the group, has figured out what’s happening all too fast. 

“oh my god. you’re going to do it, aren’t you?” your mom murmurs. 

“what?” sammy asks. 

“you…you’re going to propose?” she asks. 

“what? you’re going to propose? to y/n?” yuuji asks, his voice almost frantic. 

“YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MARRIED?”  his mom squeals, so loud that it earns her a wary look from everyone else in the store. 

sukuna winces as he lifts his hands, beckoning for the group of them to lower their voices, as he reaches into his pocket and places the little green box at the center of the table. sammy’s the first to snatch it, eyes wide and filled with tears as she opens it up, to the little circular cut diamond, set into the golden band that he had picked out almost a year prior – the second you got home from the trip he went on for his birthday.  

he had been holding on to it for a better part of the year. and it was finally time to use it. he was paranoid that he would never get to replace the plastic ring that he gave you, so he figured that he’d buy the real one as soon as he could – just as another solace to himself that he would actually get to do it. 

“wait. you’re really going to propose to her?” sammy whispers. 

“i am. with all of your permission, of course.” sukuna states.  

he watches as they all give him bright smiles, before reaching forward and placing their hands on his. 

“oh, sukuna. of course, you can marry my daughter.” your mom responds, giving him a bright smile 

“holy shit. you’re actually going to be my brother.” sammy states. 

“that’s if y/n says yes.” mrs. itadori states. 

sukuna gives her a glare. 

“what a vote of confidence, mom.” sukuna deadpans. 

“they already wear those plastic rings all the time. they literally think they’re already married in their heads. don’t be annoying, mom.” yuuji responds, huffing an irritated sigh at her as she rolls her eyes back. 

sukuna takes that as a vote for yes. 

“i’m obviously joking. the two of you have no sense of humor.” mrs. itadori responds. 

sukuna turns his head to the side, eyes expectant as he waits for his mom to give a proper response, noting that phenomenon – of getting so emotional that the feelings get crumpled up in your throat is one that he gets from his mom – as she reaches forward, a warm hand on his shoulder as she squeezes. 

“this is all i’ve ever wanted for you. not only because she’s my best friends daughter, but because…well, it’s all you deserve, my sweet boy.” she murmurs. 

he watches as him mom turns her head to the side, shooting an excited smile to your mom, as he notes that the wedding gears are probably turning in both of their heads just from that shared glance. 

“i’ll need a favor from all of you. two from yuuji and sammy.” sukuna states. 

sukuna smiles, before pulling out the little envelope in his pocket, the four of them giving him weary eyes as he opens it up. 

“whatever you need, son.” your mom responds. 

sukuna memorizes that line – the way that she said it – and commits it to memory. 

“you’ll all have to meet us in france first.” 

--

you and yuuji accompany megumi to the tattoo parlor as he gets his first set of ink. it’s a special design that yuuji drew out for him, a set of constellations that the two of them had charted together on one of their first dates together. 

the tattoo parlor still smells the same as you remember it, bright designs printed on the wall and neon lights, as you take in the little room – the magnets on the fridge and the little frames on toji’s desk. you note that there’s a picture that you took a few months prior, of tsumiki and megumi standing next to him. 

“hi toji.” 

you watch as he looks up from his little work station, his tools and guns meticulously organized, as he taps the seat in the middle, giving megumi a bright smile. 

“right here, kid.” 

after the funeral, you had finally found the time to reconcile with megumi about what happened on your birthday. the two of you got dangerously drunk, talking about deadbeat dads and everything in between, before yuuji and sukuna had to drag you out of there on your ass. 

about how your dad forgot you. about how megumi had never talked to his own. about how when they both left, how your moms spoke so little of them that you almost felt like they were ghosts of nothing. and that on most nights, you were filled with such a deep curiosity – of who they were, of what could have been. 

when yuuji dragged the two of you out of there, he had realized how much he had probably annoyed sukuna on the nights that he asked him to do that. 

but it seems that in the horror stories that you had shared with megumi, he realized that he was left with an agonizing amount of questions about his own father that he couldn't ignore. and one day on a whim – he had marched to the tattoo parlor all on his own and asked all of them, basically till toji was free of every answer that he could possibly give. 

and megumi realizded that there was more to the entire situation that met the eye. that there were things his mom had purposely omitted, for reasons he could understand but not get behind. and weirdly enough, by some twist of fate, was now going to reconcile with his own father. 

you were more than supportive. only because whatever strange fatherly advice of figure toji was trying to be for megumi, he was also trying to do for yuuji as well. it filled you with an almost insane amount of joy, that toji was so approving of yuuji, that he thought the two of them were meant to be together. 

and yuuji deserved that – someone who wanted to be his father. that was proud and happy for him for who he chose to love. that liked him just as he was. 

“you ready, megs?” toji asks. 

“yeah. this is the design.” meugmi responds, handing him over the little half sheet that yuuji had drawn out, as toji nods. 

you take toji’s side as he starts to stencil in the little design at his little workstation, yuuji leaning on the side of the little chair as him and megumi talk in hushed tones. 

“hi toji.” 

he glares at you. 

“do i know you?” he asks. 

you roll your eyes, slightly shoving him in the side, as you lean forward, watching him stencil the little design with his purple marker. 

“you’re hilarious, toji.” 

“i’m a part time comedian. i take tips.” 

you fish into your purse, reaching for one of the coins in there, and throw it onto the little tin working space. 

“you’re so generous!” he deadpans. 

“I live to please.” you joke. 

toji smiles, averting his eyes as you follow his gaze. he’s staring at megumi and yuuji, the two of them with their hands locked into together and laughing under their breaths. and you smile, only for toji to glare at the sweet look you’re giving him. 

while he’s just as much of a sap as sukuna, he hates to be up front about it. especially when it comes o you, because you always feel the need to make a comment about it to him. half because you want him to know that you appreciate what he’s doing for both of them. and because it’s really fun to irritate him. 

you imagine this is how satoru feels when he annoys sukuna. 

“shut up.” 

“i didn’t say anything.” you respond. 

“you were saying it with your face.” 

“you’re projecting!” 

toji glares, sketching the shading on the little constellation, as he heaves a sigh. 

“never did thank you, you know.” 

“for?” 

“dunno. telling him about your shit dad. he never would have come here if he didn’t.” 

“well, i for one, love to tell people about my shit dad. it makes for a funny story.” 

toji smiles. 

“he really didn’t recognize ya?” 

you shake your head. 

“he thought i was sukuna’s girlfriend from europe.” you state. 

“do you want me to kill him?” toji asks. 

you laugh. 

“that’s okay. yuuji punched him for me.” 

“eh? cupcake over there? there’s no way” 

you grin. toji very lovingly calls yuuji cupcake – only because the first time yuuji met him, he decided to bring a box of cupcakes that he consequently dropped on the sidewalk before he could even make it to toji’s apartment. 

“that’s right.” 

“no shit. he doesn’t have it in him. he’s so….sunshine and rainbows. like you.” 

“had a full bruised hand and everything! you’re forgetting that he’s sukuna’s brother.” 

“that’s fair.” toji states. 

there’s a pause. 

“speaking of, how is he?” 

“sukuna?” 

toji nods. 

“he’s okay. doing good, i think. i mean, he definitely has days where he’s…where it’s harder than others. but i’m glad that he trying to work on it now, at least try to be a little bit more open about it.” you state. 

“you know, he came into my shop, a shitty little angry sixteen year old begging me to give him a tattoo.” 

“and you broke the law and gave one to him.” you state. 

“yes. but only because at the time, i could…i could tell that he needed that. and i talked to him about stuff here and there, and i sat there and thought about how if my kid was feeling like this, i’d give them that so they wouldn’t do something more drastic. hurt themselves or something, ya know?” 

you frown. 

“yeah.” 

“and well, it’s fucking great. the fucking idiot walks in here smiling all the time. tells you all his weird shit even though he fucking hates doing it, or at least at the time, he did. he even seems more lively or younger or some shit compared to then. whatever it was that was wearing him down back then has long left him. so don’t worry about him too much? that one’s a fighter.” toji states. 

you smile, your heart thumping in your chest. 

“yeah. yeah, he is.” you respond. 

toji gives you a smile, tilting his head to the side as he beckons for you to join him at his megumi’s side. 

--

sukuna’s voice is muffled against your neck, lips warm on your skin, as he whispers. you’re eying the dresses that you have left – a flowery pink pattern and the white silk dress that sammy had picked out with you weeks prior. 

“wear that one.” 

“what?” 

“the white one. the one with the lace shit, that’s long. i want you to wear that one.” sukuna states. 

you frown. 

“i was saving that one.” 

“for?” sukuna grins. 

when sukuna brings you to france, you know that he’s going to propose to you. because on one of the last days of your trip, he’s taking you to the musée de l’orangerie, where monet’s water lilies are. and you know that true to his word, he’s going to propose there, just like he promised you almost a year ago in that dirty tattoo parlor. 

but you can’t say it forthright. that you’re saving the pretty white dress you have for the day that he’s going to propose. because it’s presumptuous to say he's going to propose, and knowing him, the element of surprise is something that he would have wanted maintained. 

but that doesn’t mean that sukuna doesn’t try to goad it out of you. he hints at it all the time – asking you why you save the dress for the end of the trip, why you’re saving some of your better jewelry for the last days, asking why you wanted to get your nails touched up towards the middle of the trip. 

it’s thin ice that the two of you walk on, that neither of you acknowledge. it’s what makes it exciting. 

“wear this one today, okay?” 

you frown, before scaling away to your suitcases, eyeing the dresses that are left in the bag

“wait but…” 

“you’re wearing the white.” sukuna demands. 

“i want to…” 

“wear the white. trust me, you’ll want to wear it today.” sukuna whispers, leaning over the little distance between the two of you, as he offers you a wink. 

you pause, testing the waters. 

“but…we’re going to giverny today.” 

“that’s right.” 

the water lilies are in paris. he can’t be proposing today. 

“you want me to wear this dress…this white dress…to giverny.” 

sukuna grins. 

“yes. the pink one is better for paris. you know i love pink.” 

you sigh, looking down at the fabric. he did have a thing for you in pink. you give in, putting together the outfit – the white dress, the mary jane shoes that sukuna had picked out for you, and a little pearl clip to secure your hair back. 

sukuna’s taking some extreme lengths – pressing his head in between your legs to buckle your shoes, attentively putting the clip in your hair, and pressing soft featherlike kisses to basically any patch of skin that you can find. 

“you’re in a mood today.” 

“i’m just really excited for giverny.” 

you understand the excitement once you get there. giverny’s the smallest little village in the north of france, a little bit of an hour away from where the two of you were staying, and is filled with the brightest, most beautiful flowers that you’ve ever seen in your life. 

you get into town in the early hours of the morning, the two of you giving each other excited smiles as you set out to the little town. the two of you eat breakfast together in the smallest bed and breakfast, sukuna takes an obscene amount of pictures, and you buy a little charm for your bracelet. 

sukuna gets uncharacteristically quiet, a light pink tinge on his cheeks, as he leads you down a winding road, unti you end up at a little house at the end of the way. it’s magnificent – a few people teetering in and out of the doors – as you eye the brick walls and the green window panes. there’s bright pink flowers at the front, muted purples and greens all around, as you look over at him, taken aback by the fact that he’s already looking at you. 

“sukuna?” 

“this is why we’re in giverny.” he murmurs, lightly pulling at your wrist as he takes you in through the middle of the house, offering a spare glance to the people milling around, and taking you through the back. 

his hand is warm in yours as you walk out to the little backyard, a green bridge across the little pools of water, with willowing trees dousing the entire area in the shade of the calm sun. he leads you right to the center of the bridge, the two of you leaning your chins on the tops of your hands as you look down at the water, your little reflections staring back at you. 

“did you notice what’s in the water?” 

you look around, feeling your heart drop in your chest, at the water lilies almost decorating the entire pond – pink flowers with lily pads of green – as you widen your eyes, the wetness glassing over your eyes as you look over at sukuna, who has the softest smile on his face. 

“i know that i’d lost the element of surprise when i told you that i wanted to propose to you at the water lilies in the musée de l’orangerie. i figured the next best thing was taking you to the real water lilies that the painting was based off of.”  

“wait. wait, this is…” 

“claude monet’s house. his garden, more specifically, and the real water lilies from the painting.” 

you pause.

“you’re going to propose.” you state. 

sukuna shakes his head. 

“not exactly.”

you feel your heart drop.

“what?” 

“i’m going to marry you.” 

you feel your throat dry. and your head spin. and your heart pounding in your chest – because surely, he can’t be serious. 

“sukuna?” you whisper. 

he laughs. 

“don’t freak out. but i’m going to marry you.” he repeats, the tenor in his voice so calm that it nearly freaks you out. 

you reach forward, hands on his shoulders as you squeeze hard, the wetness pouring onto your cheeks as you lean forward, smiling. 

“i would love to marry you. i’d do it right now but..but we can’t just..our moms, your outfit and i…” 

sukuna stops you mid sentence. 

“your sister and my brother are here with our moms. they’re actually watching from that bush if you look back.” 

you turn around, following the direction of sukuna’s finger, as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and his voice like honey in your ear as he continues. you see four sets of eyes – and yuuji giving you an embarrassingly wild wave – as sammy yanks him back down. 

“sammy has a veil. she said it’ll hook into the pearl clip that she gifted you. my mom picked wedding rings for us. your mom got ordained. and yuuji decided that he’s going to be the best man and the man of honor for both of us. your mom also has that weird flower shit for me that’s supposed to go on my jacket.” 

“wait…wait you really…” 

“speaking of, as much as i like this plastic ring…” 

sukuna uses his hands to spin you around, until you’re facing him this time, hands pressed against his chest as you look up at him. 

“i told you that i was going to give you a real one.” 

you watch as he reaches into his pocket, plucking the perfect little ring out of the box, as he reaches forward, slipping the plastic green one off of your hand and replacing it with the sparking diamond. the former goes into the depths of his pocket, but you’re too preoccupied with the one he’s just given you. 

you look down at it, at the way it glints in the sun, before looking back up at him, at the smile on his face as he expectantly waits for a response – to everything he’s just laid out in front of you. 

“you’re really doing this? you’re really going to marry me right here?” 

“if you let me.” sukuna responds. 

he pauses, before taking his hands in yours, eyeing and fiddling with the newly replaced ring on your finger before looking back up at you, and smiling. 

“i can’t wait any longer. i did all of this, flew our parents out and our siblings, and made sammy buy you this perfect, beautiful dress because i have to marry you right now. and it’s not because i’m paranoid or because i’m scared you’re going to die on me, but because you’re the love of my life. i want our love to be forever. i know you’re going to live to tomorrow and i am too – but it’s still not good enough for me that we’re not tied together in all the ways people can be tied together.” 

you smile. 

“i just want you to be my wife. you’ve been my everything since forever and i need everyone to know that. my tax forms, the government – i need it written in paper, i need there to be real living proof.” 

you laugh. 

“me too.” you murmur. 

“yeah?” 

“yeah. yeah, i need someone to shout it from the rooftops. i want to send it to the fucking newspaper back home just so everyone knows that you married me and i married you. and i really do want to do it right now.” 

and you watch as he grins – at what may be his first confirmation that everything he planned out is going to come to fruition right now, because you’re going to marry him. and he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your cheeks, hands frantic around your neck and pulling you closer as you lean back, glaring at him. 

“save that for the wedding.” 

“i needed one last kiss from you as my girlfriend.” 

“well, i think that was technically my first kiss as your fiancee? your last kiss with me as your girlfriend was the one this morning. it tasted like french toast.” you state.

he shakes his head. 

“okay, go away now. let sammy put your veil on. and walk back down with her and yuuji, okay?” 

you give him a nod, quickly shuffling to the little bush where all four of them are crouched, nervous eyes as you bend down, giving all of them a smile. 

“are we getting married?” your mom asks. 

“we’re getting married.” you confirm. 

the all cheer, yuuji leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, as you feel the warmth bloom under your cheeks, and they all start nervously panting. your mom starts rehearsing the little lines that she has to say, cards pressed in her hands, as sukuna’s mom pulls out the little box that the rings are in. the two of them nurse sukuna’s boutonniere in their hands, messing with the pin at the back and making sure it’s in place. 

“okay, turn around, i’m putting the veil on. mom, go stand out there with sukuna he looks like a fucking idiot standing there alone. yuuji and i will walk her down.” sammy mutters. 

the two of them nod, quickly running out – but not before giving you a warm kiss on the cheek – as you watch both of them give sukuna a long hug, biting so hard on your cheek that you draw blood when sukuna leans forward, wiping a tear away from your mom’s face. 

you hear a little clicking noise, as sammy starts draping the little frilly veil over your shoulders, her eyes in a deep attentiveness as she comes around, fixing the stray hairs on your forehead and the straps of your dress with frantic hands. and you can’t help but lean forward, wet tears in your eyes, as you burrow your chin into the crook of her shoulder, and squeeze hard. 

“you’re going to walk me down the aisle?” you ask. 

you lean back, sammy giving you a sweet smile before reaching up and cupping the side of your face. 

“i helped you take your first steps. s’only fitting, right?” 

“yeah.” you whisper. 

“and we can’t do it without him either, of course. naturally, you’re going to be attached at the hip until the end.” sammy mutters. 

and you turn to your left, where yuuji’s uncharacteristically quiet at your side with wide eyes, hands nervously fidgeting in his pockets at his side as you shoot him a warning glance. 

“you okay?” 

“i was friends with you when you literally had no fucking teeth. and now you’re just getting married. to my brother.” 

you smile. 

“do you have a problem with that?” 

yuuji rolls his eyes. 

“i don’t like to share.” 

and he pauses, before leaning forward, his hands featherlike on your shoulder. 

“i know this is really weird, but i…i feel like i’m giving you away.” yuuji mumbles. 

you laugh. 

“i feel like you’re giving me away too. you…you’ve been the only person around in my life, in the same way, basically forever. you’re really the only person whose approval matters to me.” 

he smiles. 

“we’ve both spent a good amount of our lives just with each other. but i’m glad that you’ve opened up space for a few more. and i have to. and for sukuna of all people, who fucking adores you. i’m half mad i didn’t think of it myself earlier, but you’re perfect for each other.” 

“thank you, yuuji.” 

“and this is the perfect scheme. you’re going to be my sister. we can upgrade the term soulmate to soul sister now.” 

“deal.” you whisper.

you both laugh, as yuuji holds his hand out to you, which you tuck your hand into before pressing a kiss to his cheek. the two of them look to you for confirmation, before you leave your little spot behind the bush, your little heels clicking against the wood of the bridge, as sukuna stands in between your moms, a hand pressed to his chest, and he cries freely.

his mom hands you the rings, two simple golden bands. and your mom seals the words, that tie you together forever.

--

four days later, you finally do make it to musée de l’orangerie. sukuna drags you towards the back – to the painting from the blue and purple background that’s been on your computer for years – as you both tangle your arms together, fingers adored with your newly minted rings. 

it feels dangerously full circle to sukuna. 

that he had visited years prior, alone with headphones shoved into his ears, and stood there alone thinking about you. about how he wanted to live, about how he was going to move past everything that had happened to him – and at the very least, return to japan someday and see you again. 

and he stood there, wondering what you would be like. if you liked the same music, if you watched the same shows. if you still ate cinnamon raisin french toast and wore ribbons in your hair. 

and at that point, he knew he wasn’t going to return to japan for another few years, but when he did – he was at the very least, going to be determined to find the answers, in the most natural way he could. that somehow, the two of you would end up near each other, at the same restaurant or at the same bar, and he’d get to ask. 

“what are you thinking about?”  you whisper. 

sukuna looks down, at your head resting against his shoulder, and leans forward, pressing an absentminded kiss to your forehead. 

“that this time around, you’re standing here with me.” 

that he got to put a ring on your finger. that he knows you don’t listen to the same type of music as him but you do have the same taste in shows – even if you have different favorite seasons. you like french toast when he makes it and think the ribbons fall better when he places them in your hairband for you. 

you love him. and he loves you back.

--

an: a very long love letter to this beloved fic. this has been six months of one of the sweetest things i've ever written. this fic is literally so special to me for so many reasons bc it's pushed me so many ways in figuring out how I like to write and express my feelings -- and i've put so much of myself and my real struggles of good old life into it. needless to say that all of the sweet comments and love that i've received on this have every bit worth it. this goofy little one shot took a life of it's own from all the love you've all given me on it and i'm so glad we ended up here together 💌 (and I promise, i'll actually write dream girl actor sukuna now, I just had to finish this one up properly)

and a beloved kiss to my lovely @babiemay who enabled this original brain rot in the first place. you are a star.

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yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, isekai

A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start at life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

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If your parents’ sources were to be trusted, word on the street was that Triston Von Hersch, son and heir to a powerful family from a neighboring kingdom, had just arrived in Zodite. Naturally, this came as no surprise to you. Triston was one of four pivotal characters in the game, apart from Flora herself. His appearance at this time could only mean that it wouldn’t be much longer until he inevitably crossed paths with the protagonist, thus marking the start of his infatuation with her.

You felt bad. Really, you did. And you realized that you would probably continue to feel this way for a good while. But it was better to live and feel guilty than play the part of a hero and end up dying in the process. There was no way you were going to sacrifice yourself for Flora, no matter how kind and lovely she was. You’d already suffered enough in your previous life. This time, you deserved to be happy.

Hopefully, it would get easier with time. You would become busy enough with life’s many challenges and forget about Flora. Well, somewhat, at least. Odds were that the icky feeling in your stomach would never completely disappear, but really, who in their right mind would stick their neck out for a complete stranger knowing the sick things some assholes would do just to be with her?

I’m not cruel for minding my own business. I have no choice.

Running into Theresa had certainly been a pain, but as much of an insufferable brat as she was, there was no reason to actually be afraid of her. Based on the way things were going, you expected that she would continue to give you a hard time for a little while, but she’d probably lose interest before long. Besides, depending on whose route Flora landed on, Theresa might even find herself being killed. Not that you felt as if she deserved to be outright murdered for her shitty personality, but actions did have consequences.

Also, and perhaps you were being a bit naive here, but you’d recently met the literal god of this land. Was it really so much of a stretch to hope that he might give you a heads-up in the event that shit started to hit the fan?

You pursed your lips, remembering Zodin’s stupidly carefree expression as he sat on your bed.

On second thought, it was probably best not to get your hopes up too much. He didn’t really seem like the reliable type.

Whatever. Triston was here now, in Zodite Kingdom, but it had nothing to do with you. Honestly, you hoped that Flora ended up with him. Of all the yanderes, he was arguably the mildest. But again—literally anyone was better than Friedrich. Fuck that guy.

You didn’t have much planned for today apart from reviewing some notes from class. Even though you were pretty on top of your studies, you felt the need to always go the extra mile. Your sickly body had prevented you from getting a degree back in your previous life. But here? There was no reason not to aim for that top spot and be the best damn student in all your classes.

You yawned, still a bit drowsy after the big lunch you’d had, then promptly sat down at your desk and opened up one of your textbooks. It was going to be a productive day, you could already feel it.

No sooner had you put a pencil to paper before someone knocked on the open door and poked their head into the room.

“My lady?” Lizbell said. “I’m sorry to disrupt your studies, but it appears as though you have a guest.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “A guest? Are you sure they’re not here to see my parents? Lizbell, I feel like I don’t need to keep reminding you, but I have no friends.”

“I’m not really sure what to tell you,” she shrugged. “The young lady waiting is quite adamant about seeing you. I’d say you have a friend, after all.”

Young lady? Uh... no. Seriously, there was no way. It couldn’t be.

“Did you happen to catch her name?” you asked, swallowing nervously.

“Indeed, I did,” Lizbell smiled while nodding. “She introduced herself as Flora Tillberry. Oh, actually. Now that I’ve said it aloud, it sounds rather familiar. Isn’t she the same person who sent you that gift basket not too long ago?”

Fuck, fuck, holy mother of fuck! Why? Why was Flora here? You thought you’d made it abundantly clear that you weren’t interested in seeing her after you’d ignored her letter!

“Lizbell,” you whimpered, getting down on your knees and bringing your palms together as if you were saying a prayer. “Please, please tell me you didn’t let her inside the manor.”

“I did not let her inside the manor,” Lizbell affirmed.

“Oh, thank Zodin,” you sighed.

“One of the other servants did.”

Wow. A whole five seconds of relief. That was a new record.

“You have got to be shitting me!” you cried out. You stood up, already fuming and ready to make a scene. “What in the hell is going on here? Who’s just letting strangers into our house as they please?”

Lizbell frowned. “But my lady, it’s hardly polite to leave a guest waiting outside.”

“She isn’t a guest! I didn’t invite her here!”

“Perhaps there was some sort of miscommunication,” she said tiredly. Clearly, she wasn’t at all concerned with your plight, which sure, from her perspective you could understand why. Flora was just a nice, polite noblewoman, same as you (although you were slightly less polite, perhaps). That being said, you just couldn’t get close to her. Even if your reasons were nothing short of ridiculous paranoia, this was serious shit you were dealing with here. Your life was literally on the line!

“She isn’t my friend, and I didn’t invite her here,” you reiterated. “I’m not sure what she told the other servants, but I’ve already chosen not to let her into my social circle.”

“It’s highly exclusive, I hear,” Lizbell snorted.

“Oh, shush! The point is, I have no intention of speaking to her, so rather than keep her waiting for no reason, I’d like to ask you to make her leave.”

Now, you’d only known Lizbell for a rather short period of time. But somehow, in that short period of time, she’d already given you more disapproving looks than you could count.

“Lady [Name]—”

“No,” you cut in, lifting your hand to silence her. “I’m sorry, but I honestly don’t want to hear it. I understand this is your way of caring for me. Forcing me to put myself out there and meet new people. I get it, trust me. But I don’t think you realize just how upset I was when you ratted me out to my parents to make me go to that party. I thought I could trust you, and you just... what you did really sucked. I had my reasons for not wanting to go, but you didn’t seem to care at all. And right now is the exact same thing. I have my reasons for not wanting to see Flora. Can’t you just respect that and move on?”

Lizbell’s brow creased. She usually looked so sure of herself, calm and collected, but without appearing arrogant. This was one of the rare moments where it appeared as though she was second-guessing her decisions.

“I suppose it wasn’t very fair to do what I did,” she reluctantly acknowledged. “It just pains me to see that... you don’t have a single friend. After all this time. And I can’t understand why, when being around you always lifts my spirits right away. I knew it also meant a lot to your parents that you go along with them to that gathering, but I must have forgotten my place. I serve both your mother and father, but I am your personal maid, first and foremost.”

She looked guilty now, which was making you feel guilty too. God, all this guilt! It was practically eating you up day after day.

“I’m sorry, my lady,” Lizbell said sadly. “I know we joke around a lot, but I can tell that you’re actually quite upset with me this time. I don’t understand your reasons for avoiding so many people, but I realize it isn’t my business either way. If this is what you wish, then I will go speak to Lady Flora and make sure she leaves.”

You offered her a smile. “Well, if you understand what you did wrong and promise never to do it again, then I’ll forgive you. And yes, please get rid of Flora. I know this probably sounds counterintuitive, but I promise I don’t dislike her or anything. There are just... reasons that we can’t be friends. Alright?”

“Alright,” she nodded. “I will go relay the message.”

“Perfect. But, um... try to let her down easy, okay? She’s a really nice person, and I just... feel bad about all this.”

Lizbell chuckled. “Very well. I’ll do my best to soften the blow.”

She left after curtsying hastily, and you had to admit, even once she was gone, the urge to creep around the manor in search of Flora was ridiculously tempting. But against all odds, you kept from giving in. This was it. After today, Flora would completely give up on you, and your life would finally return to normalcy.

“Um... Lady [Name]?”

Goddammit. Why did you have a sneaking suspicion that shit was going to go wrong again?

“What now, Lizbell?” you sighed. “Did she start crying? Because I really don’t want to hear about it. It’s only going to make me feel even worse than I already do.”

“It would’ve been much simpler if that was the case...”

“What?”

Lizbell nibbled on her bottom lip. “Erm, how do I say this...? I was going to politely ask that she leave, as you instructed, but by the time I got there, it turns out Lady Flora was already engaged in a conversation with your parents.”

Of course she was. Because why wouldn’t she be?

“This is giving me a headache,” you groaned, rubbing your temples impatiently. “Can’t you let my parents know that her being here is making me uncomfortable?”

“Erm, that’s another thing...”

“Meaning?”

“They’re actually—”

“[Name]!” your mother’s cheerful voice cut in. “Your friend, Flora Tillberry is here to see you! You know, that young lady that sent you the gift basket? She was just telling us about how close the two of you had become in such a short span of time. Why didn’t you let us know that you’d made a friend at school? We would’ve celebrated right away!”

You glanced over towards Lizbell, exasperated.

“...they’re actually coming to speak with you right now,” she finished with a nervous chuckle. “Haha. I probably should’ve finished my train of thought a bit faster.”

Zodin, are you seeing this shit right now? Do you see how atrocious my luck is? Can’t you do something about it?

You didn’t even know if Zodin could read minds. He liked to communicate with you telepathically, so you wouldn’t be surprised if this was within his abilities. But if he could hear your thoughts, he sure wasn’t giving you the time of day right now. Jerk.

“Mom, I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sighed. “Flora and I barely know each other. We only talked the one time.”

“Oh, you’re just pulling my leg,” she chuckled, playfully poking your cheek. “Flora told your father and I all about it. Why did you hide the fact that you’d made a friend? We just don’t understand. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Having a friend is a good thing! It means that there’s so much more for you to look forward to!”

You really didn't know what she was going on about, but your parents were usually pretty understanding. The fact that she was being so stubborn about this issue meant that Flora must have really laid it on thick. If she was going so far as to lie about your “friendship”, then clearly she was a lot more determined about this than you’d given her credit for. Which spelled a whole lot more trouble.

“Flora’s not my friend,” you insisted. “I don’t know what she’s been telling you, but it isn’t true.”

Lizbell glanced nervously between the two of you. “Baroness [Last Name], I really don’t see why she would lie about this. It is possible that Lady Flora has simply shown up here without any regards as to Lady [Name]’s personal wishes.”

“But why would she come all this way if not to see her friend?”

“I’m, um, not too sure about that either...”

“So, she has deceived us?” your mother gasped, her brows instantly drooping. “But... she seemed like such a nice girl.”

“She is nice,” you sighed. “But I still can’t be friends with her. And it’s far too complicated to explain why. It’s not the sort of thing you can explain.”

Your mother glanced around. “Well, if that’s really the case, then we’ll have to escort her off the property. But we’ll have to hurry, because last I checked, she was chatting with your father and—”

“Aha! We seem to have stumbled across a rather lively little gathering!”

Internally, you were already screaming.

I’ve never been more upset to hear my own father’s voice before.

Yeah, it was bad. Your father was here now, with Flora standing right by his side, her doe eyes wider than ever as she gazed at you both fondly and guiltily. She knew what she’d done wrong, the little rascal. And yet, being faced with her in the flesh, you were reminded once more of the fact that she was nothing more than a kind soul whose entire fate had been cruelly dictated.

Even if she’d lied her way into your home, you still couldn’t hate her for it.

“Come here!” your mother hissed, pulling your father in by the wrist. “That girl isn’t supposed to be here. Everything she’s told us is a lie.”

“What? But why would she do such a thing?”

“I don’t know! She might be stalking [Name]! Our poor darling... she hasn’t even made a proper friend yet and this is what she has to deal with...”

They were doing a terrible job of being subtle because you could hear everything they were saying, and based on the way Flora kept grimacing, she could too. Honestly, what a fucking mess. The whole situation was out of control, and as much as you appreciated that your parents were trying to rectify the whole thing, at this point, it was easier to deal with it yourself.

You sighed wearily. “Could you all please give us some space? I think it’d be best if Flora and I spoke alone.”

“Are you sure?” they frowned; even Lizbell still looked concerned.

“Yes,” you nodded. “It’s fine. We’ll get everything sorted. Flora’s a good person. We just need to clear some things up, that’s all.”

It looked like they still had their doubts, but this was the best shot you had, really. You felt awful that Flora had been holding out hope that you might actually end up becoming friends, but you needed to get your message across, once and for all.

Only once you were certain that they were gone did you close the door, leaving you alone in the room with Flora.

“I-I am so sorry,” she proceeded to splutter. Already, she looked to be on the verge of tears. “I realize this is terribly rude. I forced my way in here, I even deceived your parents... but I never heard back from you after sending the letter along with the gift basket. Perhaps I was hoping that you might have simply forgotten to respond, or maybe the letter got misplaced while it was being delivered, or...”

She cast her head down, defeated.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” she whimpered. “Now that I’m seeing you in person, I can see it clear as day on your expression. You want absolutely nothing to do with me."

Ugh. The guilt was coming in strong, which is why you needed to be even stronger.

“It’s nothing personal, Flora,” you tried to insist. “I just... have my reasons for not wanting us to get too close. I don’t have any friends, actually. And I suppose I was maybe hoping to keep it that way? I work better alone, haha...”

That was a big fat lie. Well, not the part of about you not having friends. That was unfortunately the pathetic truth.

“You hate me,” she said, and with a distinct sniffle, she buried her face in her palms and began to sob.

Admittedly, not the way you’d planned on spending your Tuesday afternoon.

“I don’t hate you,” you struggled to deny, waving your hands all over the place. “I just, um, hate everyone! I mean, I’m not making exceptions or anything!”

“That’s not true,” Flora choked out. She wiped a hand across her damp eyes and sniffled again. “If you hated everyone, you wouldn’t have gone out of your way to help a complete stranger, like me. You’re a kind person. Incredibly so. But you must have seen right through me that day. You realized I wasn’t fit to share your company.”

“Flora, I’m telling you, it’s really not like that...”

You didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t in your nature to be needlessly cruel just so that she would leave you alone. But at the same time, you also couldn’t tell her your real reasons for avoiding her, because who would believe such a thing? Or, worse yet—suppose she did believe you. Then what? It would basically be telling her to her face that her entire future was doomed.

This is hard. Ugh, I hate how this is making me feel. Zodin, I’m begging you, please help me!

No response, as expected. Then again, he did say he wasn’t permitted to meddle in the affairs of mortals, so getting any help from him would probably be impossible. To think that you’d actually met a god, but couldn’t even make use of him. It was laughable, really.

You shook your head adamantly. “I promise I don’t hate you. But I’m not looking to make any friends right now, that’s it. I’m sorry.”

Fat tears dripped down Flora’s cheeks. “I just thought,” she whimpered, “I thought maybe we could be friends. My father—the man who took me in as his own—is a very kind soul. I know how much it means to him that I can finally attend such a prestigious academy. And I too am overjoyed to have the chance to obtain a higher education. But it seems as though nobody wants me there, or anywhere else in high society, for that matter. They know of my birth and think I am unfit to study among my peers. [Name]… meeting you was the only time I felt any sort of reprieve. I know I should already be thankful for the opportunity to lead a lavish lifestyle, never having to worry about food or clothing. But ever since I’ve made the change, I haven’t stumbled across anyone who didn’t treat me as lesser than, or an outsider. Other than you. You’re the only one, and I just... f-for a few brief moments, I allowed myself to dream. But I was naive to do so. I realize that now.”

Fuck, now you felt like the bad guy. And the only reason you were even doing this in the first place was to avoid the actual bad guys!

“I’m so sorry,” Flora muttered shamefully, her face having turned completely red. “So sorry. I really, truly am...”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. If only you hadn’t given into the guilt back when you’d seen her being bullied by Theresa and ignored them both. Then none of this would have happened. You were paying the price for your stupidity, and the fact that it could all have been avoided was easily the worst part.

You swallowed, a painful lump forming in your throat. A close friend. You’d always wanted one of those. And after playing Zodin’s Benevolence firsthand, you knew all too well what a kind person Flora was. You could imagine her being an amazing friend. It just sucked so bad that sticking close to her was such a dangerous gamble. If not for that, then...

Is becoming her friend... an immediate death sentence? No, not necessarily. This is just me trying to play it as safe as possible.

In the game, Flora didn’t have any friends, which made it very easy for the yanderes to take advantage of her loneliness. But perhaps it was possible to keep her at arm’s length, while still avoiding incurring the wrath of the male leads. If they saw for a fact that you didn’t have any romantic feelings for her and made no efforts to interfere with their schemes, then maybe—just maybe...

Maybe you could actually have a friend for a little while.

But even so, you were still scared. So, you decided to test your luck.

“Um,” you said, clearing your throat. “Why do you want to be friends with me so badly? I mean, I sort of understand what you mean about feeling like an outsider, but I promise not everyone is awful. It might just take a bit of time to find another kindred spirit. And isn’t there anyone else who’s approached you so far? Some handsome men, perhaps...?”

In asking this question, you’d been hoping to get a bit more information as to which way the plot was headed. It was probably too early to tell whose route she would end up on, but you had inadvertently ended up ruining her first meeting with Cassius, so you were curious how everything else was unfolding.

But oddly enough, Flora reacted by tilting her head at you in confusion. “As in, suitors?” she clarified. “No, nothing of the sort. I don’t see who would want to marry someone like me, still so new to a life of nobility. Why do you ask?”

“Uh, no reason, really.”

Strange. By now, she should’ve at least met Lawrence at Theresa’s gathering. Unless she was deliberately avoiding mentioning how he’d comforted her and taken her into his arms. But come to think of it, you hadn’t caught a glimpse of her that evening. Granted, there had been a lot of people, but you figured a messy altercation between her and Theresa would’ve been quite easy to pick up on.

“Were you not at Theresa’s party a few nights ago?” you asked.

Flora still looked confused. “Theresa... Simmons? The same woman who’s been harassing me on campus?”

“Yes, the bitchy one.”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “I never received any such invitation. But even if I had, I would’ve had the good sense not to show up. I wasn’t about to allow her to embarrass me again after you went out of your way to stand up to her.”

Huh.

It seemed like you’d once again accidentally changed the course of the plot. The whole reason Theresa invited Flora over was in order to humiliate her publicly. But if she’d never so much as sent out an invitation, it probably meant that hitting her on the face with your shoe had frightened her more than she would ever admit. Honestly, you weren’t sure whether to be proud or exasperated.

So far, Flora hadn’t met Cassius, and she hadn’t met Lawrence either. Assuming first meetings were absolutely crucial in determining whose route she would end up on, that only left Triston and Friedrich.

Come on, Triston, I’m rooting for you! I mean, uh... you’re still kind of a piece of shit, but you’re less of a piece of shit than the rest of them!“Why do you ask?” Flora said. She’d stopped crying by now. Her expression even looked somewhat hopeful. “Is it possible that you’ve reconsidered... and might be willing to give me the time of day? Because if that’s the case, I promise you won’t regret it. I’ll do everything in my power to become the type of person you’d be proud to have by your side. I’m not a noble by blood, but... I can learn. I can figure things out, and I’ll make sure not to embarrass you. Please, [Name]. Just give me a chance.”

She inched closer to you, to the point that you had to back into the wall and shrink in on yourself. Goddammit, those big blue eyes of hers were just way too bright! The poor girl. She’d never done anything wrong in her entire life, and soon enough, everything was about to go wrong.

Perhaps... perhaps you could stick with her just for a little while. Once things started getting complicated, she’d have her hands full regardless. And she would inevitably fall for someone's charms, even if she didn’t realize how truly awful he was until it was too late.

Becoming Flora’s friend didn’t mean that your life was automatically over. It was an added risk, yes, but since you didn’t have the heart to dash her hopes yet again, you didn’t exactly have much of a choice. Besides, at the first sign of danger, you were retreating to the safety of your manor and going MIA until you were absolutely certain you were in the clear.

It was okay. You just needed to take it easy and gauge how the plot was progressing.

“Alright,” you said, still sounding a bit unsure of yourself. You’d barely even gotten the word out and Flora’s mouth had already widened in delight. She looked ready to squeal and start hopping up and down. “But I’m very busy,” you added. Which was a lie, but she had no way of knowing that. “I care about my studies a lot, and I won’t have a lot of free time to meet up. Just every now and then... from time to time we can hang out a bit. Okay?”

“Of course!” Flora enthused. “I’ll give you all the space you need! Oh, I’m just so glad you’ve decided to hear me out. I promise I won’t let you down. You’ve already done so much for me, so I need to work hard to repay you.”

“Erm, there’s really no need for that,” you insisted. “You’re not just trying to be my friend because you feel obligated to make it up to me, right?”

“Heavens, no,” she blinked. “I want to be friends with you because you’re such a lovely person! You fight for justice, even when you stand to gain nothing from it. You’re an actual hero!”

You sighed loudly.

Oh, Flora. You wouldn’t call me that if you knew my true reasons for avoiding you.

Whatever. For now, it would be fine. You just needed to be wary of giving the male leads ample space to get to know her, and prove to them that you weren’t a threat. And until things got bad... you would actually have a friend, which was kind of exciting.

“You’re so kind,” she rambled on, eager to keep singing your praises. She grabbed your hands in hers and flashed you a bright, cheesy smile. “You have no idea how happy I am right now! I was terribly rude to mislead your family. I know that this sort of conduct is absolutely inexcusable, and I promise now that we’re friends, I’ll never let you down again. But you’re as forgiving as you are brave, [Name]. For that, I am ever so thankful.”

Well. She was certainly hyping you up, that was for sure. But at least she wasn’t crying anymore, and you no longer felt quite as guilty as you did earlier.

“Father will also be delighted to hear that I’ve managed to make a friend,” Flora hummed. “I hope you don’t mind if I tell him about you?”

“That’s fine,” you reassured.

“Perfect! Oh, and you’re more than welcome to stop by my home whenever you please. I can even have one of the spare rooms set up for you if you ever wish to spend the night.”

Clearly, she was getting a bit ahead of herself, but her enthusiasm was pretty cute. Oh, well. At least you had a friend now. That was a good thing. Even if said friend was going to be in for a world of pain later on. But when it came to that, you’d have no trouble jumping ship and saving your own skin.

Right? 

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[unnursvanablog]

Well, here it is. My most anticipated kdrama of the year (probably, but we shall see we are only in march). I truly will gobble most of the things that my darling IU will do or at least give it a go and When Life gives you Tangerines is no exception. (One day I will actually watch My Mister, but I just keep hearing that it will make me sad and I am just not in the mood for the melancholy that that drama might bring).

When Life gives you Tangerines doesn't carry a melancholy with it, but rather the bitter sweetness of life with a hint of hope and longing and as the title of the drama might suggest our main leads find themselves in quite sorrowful and difficult situations due to the life that they were born in, or in Aesun's case because she was born poor and a woman, and they just got to make the best out if it and just keep trying and trying and trying.

But instead of lemons they get tangerines… because they are from Jeju.

And it is that bittersweet hope of wanting a better life for yourself and all those asperations of youth where you dream of something grander than what you have that really does tug at your heartstrings. The drama is nailing that feeling as it quite rapidly tells us the story of Aesun and Gwan Sik but it still uses it's time well and manages to convey all of it's emotions through good camera shots, acting and dialog.

It sure is going to make us bawl our eyes out eventually. I can just feel it.

Even if we go from the child to the late teen versions of the characters in a span of one episode and then keep exploring them through their very early twenties in episode 2 (which is where I am currently at) and the pacing is quite fast we do get a good sense of the characters or at least Ae Sun. Gwan Sik is a little more ambiguous at this point as this sort of bumbling, quite boy who has always liked our main girl and has a heart of gold. I wish that himbo had a little more going for him, like a slight edge or something but he is earnest and sweet and that exploration can come later. These first two episodes were all about Ae Sun anyway.

This does feel somewhat similar to Park Bo Gum's character in Reply 1988 (which to me is his best role to date and the only role where that boy truly impressed me) but also slightly different and it will be interesting to see how life will jade him and if he will become as useless as the rest of the men that we have gotten to know so far in this show.

Because I think the drama is hinting that they are going to get to a similar spot as their parents or the adults around them by the end and the dreams and hopes will be passed down to their children and the endless cycle will continue. Because damn, life is hard and lot of people don't make it out of adulthood without loosing their spark and hopes and dreams. And it will be sad and heartbreaking to watch.

I do adore the naivety and the hope and the anger that is within Ae Sun who had never gotten the things she truly wanted, or at least not for too long, whatever it is. Not time off for her mom, not getting picked for president of her class because she was poor or not getting the tuition money she was promised which prompts her to run away from Jeju without much of a plan (no ID papers or real money… just some trinkets she can't sell) because it just felt so real that frustration and that rashness of hers. It might be annoying in another drama, but it wasn't that smart, but here it fits the story. The naivety feels so real.

The four episodes per week is a bit much for me. It's hard to avoid spoilers and I am not really a binge watcher. I enjoy my two episodes, back to back, kdrama schedule. I have gotten so used to that pace of watching kdramas and it also means that the drama will be over way sooner and will leave me in the void much quicker than I am used to or want. But I can cope. I just have to do better at avoiding spoilers.

[vivi-mire]

Saiyans and Long childhoods

Disclaimer: this is like entirely speculative, I try to provide back up from the canon material but you know how it is with dragon ball sometimes. so bare with me lol

tdlr; sending saiyan children to weak planets might have a brood parasite aspect to it, and their long childhood period facilitates this

I was reading a post about Jaco the Galactic Patrolman and one of the panels got me thinking; specifically this one:

Jaco is explain the danger of saiyans to these two earthlings, as he is here on earth in the first place to find out if a saiyan child was sent to earth. We all know that saiyans send their young to weaker planets to clear them out as part of their business, but what if there was a secondary benefit to it? Jaco says that the children slowly clear the planet, it isn't an immediate event. The child is probably expected to grow up a bit first and become strong enough to overpower the planet's natives.

This is where the long childhood comes in - we can see from characters like Goku, Goten, and Trunks (Gohan to a degree too, but his growth seems rate more similar to a human's than the others) that most of those with saiyan blood spend until their mid to late teens as purse puppy size before shooting up to their adult height.

Now, Jaco frames this in a very negative light, says it's a biological function to deceive people until they're strong enough to tear through the planet. Admittedly it does work. Grandpa Gohan thought Goku was just a really aggressive toddler, and most other earthlings also assumed the same. Which makes me think - is there possibly a kind of brood parasitism aspect to this?

While strong, saiyan children are still weak enough to be handled by sufficiently trained individuals. Grandpa Gohan was able to wrangle a pre-bonk Goku as a trained martial artist and Jaco himself is fairly confident in his ability to take out a child saiyan. By appearing as a child for long, it can influence the inhabitants of the planet to underestimate the saiyan child and not pay them much heed as they get stronger. It worked on Bulma, who thought Goku was much younger when she first met him and treated him as a small child until she learned his real age.

Goku was able to achieve a lot of his early strength because of the care he received on earth, being fed and trained by other earthlings. Perhaps this long childhood stage of a saiyan works as not only a way to get others underestimate the saiyan, but also to get them to essentially raise the kid for the saiyans. Look at this cute baby, he's kind of weird but if you feed him he'll calm down. When the kid does gain some strength and kill the locals, then who's going to immediately believe it was the tiny kid? Sending them to weak planets give them room to grow up and drains the resources of a soon-to-be dead planet, not Planet Vegeta's. Planet Vegeta is also shown to be largely harsh desert, possibly low on many resources. Outsourcing childcare and gaining a profit in one fell swoop is a pretty nifty trick. If the kid is somehow too weak even for these weak planets, then there's no lost love if they never come back.

Thankfully Goku's mega concussion beat the aggression out of him, but we see that by the time he's about 13-14 he's able to blitz through elite earth military forces such as the Red Ribbon Army without any assistance. At this point in time, Goku was considered a very weak child by saiyan standards, presumable an elite class child like Prince Vegeta or even a stronger low class like his brother Raditz would of been able to achieve this feat much sooner. Most planets probably don't make it to the growth spurt stage of their little parasite and thus it's hard to identify saiyan children outside of features like their tail - most (living) populations probably haven't seen one.

Conclusion: this is a killing machine perfectly engineered to make you want to feed him

[successblueprints]

Discipline is one of those things we all know we need, but rarely talk about in a real, no-nonsense way. It’s not about perfection or having everything figured out—it’s about how we show up, especially when things get tough. In this piece, we're cutting through the noise and breaking down some practical, grounded strategies for building and maintaining discipline in everyday life. No fluff, just straightforward advice you can actually use. Think of it as baby steps toward a more disciplined life—small actions that add up over time. Whether it’s pushing through challenges, setting clear limits, or learning how to embrace failure, these insights will help you take control of your mindset and habits, one manageable step at a time. Let’s dive in.

1. Embracing Learning

The idea here is to go beyond just surface-level knowledge. Think about it like this: you don’t just study to pass a test—you study because the information could be crucial when you least expect it. It’s like being the mechanic who knows every part of an engine, not for show, but because one day that knowledge might be the key to solving a real problem.

How I’d use this:I’m not going to just cram facts. I’ll take time to understand the material deeply so it sticks, especially in subjects where real understanding matters long-term, like chemistry or biology.

2. Becoming the Character

Instead of looking up to characters or people who seem to have it all together, what if you just became that person? It’s like putting on a new mindset, the same way you’d wear a suit that makes you feel more confident. You act the part until it’s real.

How I’d use this:When I’m feeling unsure or unmotivated, I’ll flip the switch and act like I’m already the disciplined, focused version of myself. It’s about adopting the mentality, even if I don’t feel it yet.

3. Honest Conversations

We often dodge the truth about where we’re slipping. But nothing changes until you face it. The sooner you admit to yourself that you’ve been cutting corners, the sooner you can fix it. It’s like finally cleaning out a messy room—it’s tough to start, but afterward, everything flows better.

How I’d use this:Next time I catch myself skipping workouts or studying less than I know I should, I’ll stop and call myself out. No more pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.

4. Overcoming Adversity (Sisyphus Mentality)

Think of discipline like pushing a heavy boulder up a hill, knowing it might roll back down tomorrow. It’s not glamorous, but it’s a daily choice. You either keep pushing or let the boulder flatten you.

How I’d use this:When things get overwhelming, like with exams or back-to-back assignments, I’ll focus on just moving forward. One task at a time, knowing every little push counts.

5. Embracing the Furnace (Let’s Skip the Dungeon)

Instead of shying away from challenges, face them head-on. It’s like stepping into a furnace where you get refined, not burned. The more time you spend dealing with hard things, the stronger you get. Avoiding discomfort only holds you back from leveling up.

How I’d use this:When I’m avoiding something tough—whether it’s a hard concept in class or just dragging myself to the gym—I’ll remind myself that pushing through now makes everything easier later.

6. Friction and Greatness

Every day starts with friction, that resistance that keeps you in bed or makes you procrastinate. That resistance doesn’t just disappear. The trick is to recognize it’s always there, but every time you push past it, you get a little stronger.

How I’d use this:Next time I feel like avoiding a workout or putting off a difficult study session, I’ll push through the friction, knowing that every time I do, it gets a bit easier.

7. Embracing Failure

Failure isn’t the end—it’s part of the process. Think of it like learning to ride a bike. You’re going to fall, scrape your knees, and maybe even get frustrated, but that’s how you learn. Without those failures, you’ll never figure out how to balance.

How I’d use this:If I mess up a quiz or struggle with a new concept, I won’t dwell on it. Instead, I’ll treat it as feedback, figure out what went wrong, and try again.

8. Set Clear Limits

Knowing your limits isn’t about being lazy; it’s about being smart. If you try to run full speed every day, you’ll burn out. It’s like running a marathon—you need to pace yourself to make it to the end without collapsing halfway through.

How I’d use this:I’ll stop glorifying overwork. Instead, I’ll set manageable study sessions and take breaks when I need them so I can keep going strong in the long run.

9. Declare Your Limits

Once you know what you can handle, it’s important to communicate that to others. It’s like drawing a line in the sand, setting boundaries so you don’t overcommit and end up exhausted.

How I’d use this:When I feel overloaded, I’ll be honest about it and set boundaries with myself and others. No more saying yes to everything just to prove I can handle it.

10. Prevent Overexertion

Whether it’s at the gym or in your studies, overexertion doesn’t help anyone. Going too hard too fast is how you end up injured, either physically or mentally. The key is to build gradually and pace yourself.

How I’d use this:When I’m tempted to do a marathon study session, I’ll pull back and focus on balance. No need to kill myself over one day’s work—steady progress is what counts.

11. Find Passionate Work

If you’re not passionate about what you’re doing, discipline becomes a grind. But when you care about something, discipline becomes easier. It’s not about forcing yourself to grind—it’s about genuinely wanting to put in the effort.

How I’d use this:I’ll focus more on the parts of my studies I’m actually excited about. That way, I’m working hard because I want to, not because I have to.

12. Clear Goal Setting

Without clear goals, you’re just wandering around aimlessly. Goals act like a map, keeping you on track. The clearer and more specific your goals, the easier it is to know what you’re working toward.

How I’d use this:Instead of vague goals like “study chemistry,” I’ll break it down into something actionable like “review 3 chapters” or “complete 10 equations.” It keeps me focused.

13. Routine Development

Discipline becomes easier when it’s part of your routine. Think of it like brushing your teeth—you don’t debate whether or not to do it, you just do. Building a routine takes the guesswork out of discipline.

How I’d use this:I’ll create a daily study routine so it becomes automatic. Same time, same place every day—no negotiating with myself about when to start.

14. Environment Design

Your environment matters. If you’re surrounded by distractions, you’re setting yourself up to fail. It’s like trying to run through quicksand—you’re not going to get far.

How I’d use this:I’ll make my study space distraction-free by clearing clutter, silencing my phone, and making sure everything I need is within reach so I can focus better.

15. Regular Reflection

If you don’t stop to reflect, you’ll never know how far you’ve come or what needs adjusting. Reflection isn’t about patting yourself on the back—it’s about checking the map and making sure you’re still on the right path.

How I’d use this:Every week, I’ll take a few minutes to look back at what went well and where I need to make adjustments. It helps keep me on course.

16. Self-Reward

Discipline doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the process. Small rewards along the way help keep you going, making the grind more manageable. It’s like giving yourself little checkpoints to look forward to.

How I’d use this:I’ll give myself small rewards after hitting certain study milestones—whether it’s a break, a snack, or something I enjoy. It helps keep the momentum going without burning out.

[deargravity]

kind of obsessed with "what if" scenarios that are ultimately fruitless because the outcome will probably never change.

can't stop thinking about the conversation the other miracles had about akashi's captaincy right after he was promoted. midorima's fierce belief in his friend's ability to pull the team together. kuroko's concern that it might be too much to take. did they ever talk about it? did akashi ever know midorima thought this highly of him or that kuroko cared so deeply for him? would it have changed anything if he'd known his friends trusted him but also wanted the best for him?

midorima's comment about akashi bringing the team together breaks me, in hindsight and i wonder if it broke midorima's heart too, in a way, when he realised his faith in akashi's capabilities backfired so terribly. that he'd unintentionally ended up abandoning his friend by framing the situation so that everyone relied on akashi without considering he might be able to rely on them too. (it's not mido's fault though, because akashi was already raised to always stand differently and ahead of his peers by his father but i still think the sentiment might have damaged him differently when coming from his friends.) midorima's capacity to focus on performing his personal best because he has fierce trust in his teammates but his initial difficulty warming up to shutoku because he was afraid he'd do it all wrong again? still thinking about that... i don't know... there is something so complicated about everything because midorima had so much faith in akashi, maybe to their own detriment, but it was at the point where nothing anyone could have said would have changed what was already happening. any one of them could have cared or not cared and it wouldn't have mattered because the pivotal moment was akashi's promotion to captain. they were kind of at the point of no return, you know what i mean?

and such early captaincy itself was another burden to shoulder for akashi especially at such an early stage of his formal basketball career where he'd barely begun to explore camaraderie through equal footing with his teammates before being relegated to captain, which inevitably changed the power dynamics again, separating akashi's role from the rest of the team. do you understand, do you understand, am i making sense? i think it can essentially be understood as akashi once again being given responsibilities before he's ready for them, before he's even gotten to enjoy what he's doing the same way his father increasingly enlists him in extracurriculars and enrichment classes at the first sign of competence in one or the other, and akashi's life just becomes a string of one next big thing after the other. he hasn't taken a real breath in a while. how long has he been holding his breath? how long has he been holding up the sky?

the worst part is that it is literally no one's fault except the coach and school administration that insisted on spreading these kids too thin. nijimura wouldn't have felt pressured to step down so soon if he hadn't felt like he had to choose between being a captain or a son, in the first place, which is a messed up choice to be forced to make. the whole situation upsets me because it's always the "trusted adults" in question causing all the problems in the first place.

i think about that scene with nijimura and akashi too much - the "are you uncertain?" "no, i'm worried about you." and i think about it probably more than i should. in a different context it could have been an exchange between akashi and kuroko respectively if kuroko had expressed his concerns sooner. the entire scene felt kind of despondent, too, and not just because of nijimura's news. it didn't feel celebratory at all and i guess that's just a testament to the trend of akashi gaining responsibilities faster than he's capable of shouldering them but having to carry them with grace anyway because there's no other option. because he loves his captain, he loves basketball and he loves this team that believes so absolutely in him that he has to be absolute in his strength as well.

there's just so many ifs but none of those could have changed what was about to happen. idk...

[arizonaconservativegal]

Dawg Hunter was caught banging kids and human trafficking while high on hardcore drugs. Brought drugs into the white house and committed treason with enemies of the country. He should NOT be pardoned under any circumstances.

Okay first of all Hunter is a world class shitbag, don't get me wrong, but I've never seen anything credible to suggest he's a pedophile nor have I seen evidence that his crimes meet the constitutional definition of treason. I don't care for such accusations and hyperbole when they're directed at Trump so I'm not going to participate in spreading them about Hunter Biden. Besides, it's not as though there isn't plenty else to say about him.

I do agree that justice would be to charge, try, and sentence Hunter for all of his crimes. But I also think that is not what the country needs right now.

Hunter doesn't matter. He's always been just a loser and a tool used by others. When Joe is out of office, he'll become useless and irrelevant again. It might be fun for some of us to see him metaphorically hang after a biased just system nearly let him off at the same time they were targeting school board moms - I'll admit it would give me a great deal of schadenfreude - but that's really all it would do.

Pardoning him would be a public act of grace and forgiveness and I think we could all use that example right now. It would be a signal that we're not wasting any more energy on the past - it can't be changed now anyway so why waste the future on it when we could use that time to do something better? It's time to leave the past in the past and move on. Turn the page, as I've heard many Dems say lately.

But I'm not suggesting that we just roll over and say all is forgiven. Moving on needs to be something we all agree to or there's no point. Trump should not pardon Hunter unless Biden pardons Trump first.

There's no real reason for Biden not to agree. It's not as though a federal case can realistically be pursued at this point. I also think pardoning Trump would be a way for the Dem leaders to save face - they don't have to admit their case was garbage from the start and they can claim a moment of moral high ground for not dragging the country through such a spectacle when we have bigger problems.

By virtue of being the current president, Biden would have to go first. This means we would know he's kept up his end of the bargain before Trump would have to act. I would suggest a joint public announcement of the plan to pardon each side so everyone can share in the credit and to keep everyone honest later. Biden should pardon Trump sooner rather than later, in the interest of the smoothest possible transition, and the plan should be for Trump to pardon Hunter on the first day.

More quietly, Biden should arrange for the governors of the states with cases against Trump to also pardon him of any alleged state crimes after Hunter's pardon comes through, again, on day 1. Give Trump one more reason to follow through on his end of the bargain - not that I think he'd reneg - and give the Dems a chance to make a show of turning the page rather than admit they really can't touch him now.

The Dem's case against Trump is over anyway. They should make it official. And Trump should pardon Hunter in return.

[currant-cat-blog]

Pear Wood Wands & Hag Stones Make Loyal Companions 

full fic link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/64548817

synopsis : It only takes one person to cause a ripple effect... when an orphan who remembers nothing from her past receives a letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she assumes she is getting pranked. But when Rubeus Hagrid shows up, she realizes quickly that not only is magic real, but she is a witch. Little does she know she is joining a class with the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, which will most definitely disrupt her education. Determined to catch up and maybe even discover who she is and where she came from, the young witch throws herself into everything with an open mind and passionate heart. However, sooner or later she must choose, will she cling to a past she's long forgotten or fight to save her hopes for the future?

warnings : canon-typical violence

notes : Cross-posting from Ao3! It's my first fic, so any feedback would be appreciated! This is a reader-insert fic, where the reader is written as a cis girl with she/her pronouns. I only included the first chapter here, but I have currently posted through year two.

THE GIRL WHO FORGOT

The warm evenings of June in London were Y/N’s favorite and she thought them best enjoyed in the limited privacy afforded underneath the large willow tree in the courtyard. Evenings were perfect because they were after lessons, after dinner, but before lights out. The rare unmonitored time in Y/N’s young life. Despite the inherent loneliness of the life of an orphan, Y/N was almost never alone in Morningside Home for Girls. Nearly every minute of her nearly eleven years so far had been spent with the rotating roster of girls at the home under the watchful eyes of the matrons. Well, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration. After all she had only come to the orphanage at age five, but from Y/N’s perspective, it might as well have been her whole life as she didn’t remember a single thing from before she found herself on the steps of Morningside. 

Not remembering had some upsides. It allowed Y/N to tell a new fanciful backstory for herself each time she introduced herself to a new girl. Each one was more unbelievable than the last. It had become her trademark, so much so that now the girls would look forward to what she would come up with each time. 

“My parents were fair folk who swapped a baby for me, but the new family was a bit thick, and it took them five years to discover the switch! And by then it was much too late to track them down, so my Not-parents dropped me here”, was Y/N’s most recent tale to a wide-eyed six-year-old that had been dropped off last week. “If you don’t let me have the first pick of the biscuits, then I’ll use my fae powers on you as well!” Y/N said with a wink to the horrified expression of the little girl. The small crowd around them had erupted into giggles as the new girl gasped.

A breeze tickled Y/N’s cheek as she remembered that last bit of fun. Though she supposes it wasn’t strictly true that she knew nothing about her first five years. She clearly wasn’t English, at least not fully. Perhaps she could be partly, but the crucial bit of information from her past was that when she arrived on Morningside’s doorstep, she didn’t speak a word of English. To the confusion of all the matrons, she only spoke in tongues and could recall nothing about her past, spare her own name. English came quickly for Y/N though and before she knew it, she spoke as if she had lived in London all her life. And who knows, maybe she had? The matrons had no record of her in the UK or in any other country, so each option was equally possible. 

“Y/N!” Amanda Pike yelled, peeking her head into the courtyard. “Come inside, you don’t want to be late for curfew!” Y/N’s head popped up and spun to face the older girl.  Her cornsilk braids swung as she motioned Y/N over excitedly. As Y/N caught up with her and headed towards their room, she noticed a distinct lack of other girls milling about. Amanda held open their bedroom door and gently shoved Y/N through. 

“Surprise!” a chorus of girls of all ages yelled out as they revealed themselves in the overcrowded bedroom. “Happy almost birthday Y/N!” They said in near unison. Jane Hedge, the oldest girl at Morningside, was 15, and held a small box in her hands that she passed to Y/N. All the girls looked expectantly at Y/N, eager to see her open it. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll oblige”, Y/N said cheekily. She took the lid off of the cardboard box and peered inside, and saw a perfectly smooth stone with a perfect circle in the middle. “A hag stone?” Y/N asked. “How did someone find one that looks so nice?” She asked the group of smiling girls. 

“Well you’ll have to thank Amanda here”, Jane stated as she pulled Amanda to the center. Y/N swept Amanda up in a big hug. 

“Well you always have such magical stories and odd things happening around you. When I saw it on the side of the road during our excursion, I just knew it was meant to be yours”, Amanda said as Y/N released her. 

“It’s perfect!” Y/N exclaimed. “I promise I’ll treasure it forever!” After all the girls wished Y/N a happy birthday and the excitement had worn down, all the girls not in room 3A shuffled out before a matron could scold them. As Y/N lay in her bed that night, she couldn’t help running her thumb over the grooves of the stone, thinking how lucky she was to be surrounded by friends on her 11th birthday. 

***

The next morning, Y/N awoke with a sunny disposition. She practically flew out of bed and made it neatly in record time. She threw on some clothes and snuck out of room 3A, quietly so as not to wake Amanda or her other roommates. Y/N realized she would need some sturdy string to turn her hag stone into a necklace, which would make it easier to keep on her person at all times. The mail room was the likeliest room to have some, so Y/N headed there with haste. As she entered the small mail room at the front of the building, she heard a pecking noise at the window. Y/N investigated the odd noise and saw the most magnificent barn owl scratching and pecking at the window. Against her better judgement and all common sense, Y/N opened the window for the owl, as it was obvious it wanted to enter. 

The owl burst through the window and Y/N pulled her arms up to cover her face, fearing an attack. Yet when no attack came, she lowered her arms and locked eyes with the owl. It had perched itself on the window sill and now Y/N could see it was holding a letter. 

“What an odd thing for an owl to be doing”, Y/N thought to herself. As soon as she laid eyes on the letter, the owl seemed to acknowledge that she had seen it, dropped it, and headed off out the window. “Wait!” Y/N called after it, before realizing how absurd it was to try to talk to an owl. She reached down and picked up the fallen yellowish envelope. It was addressed in emerald green to Miss. Y/N S/N, Room 3A, Morningside Home for Girls, Cricklewood, London. She pulled out the letter and read: 

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY 

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards) 

Dear Miss. S/N, 

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely, 

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress 

Y/N stared at the letter in shock. What on earth is Hogwarts? Witches? Wizards? Someone was definitely playing a very elaborate prank on her as revenge for all the stories she told to the newcomers. “Yes, that has to be it”, Y/N told herself. It would be best to keep this to herself, so as not to give the mystery pranker any satisfaction. “How on earth did they manage to rope an owl into their scheme?” Y/N wondered. However did pull this off, and had her begrudging respect. She tucked the letter into her back pocket and turned her attention back to finding some string. 

After turning the mail room upside down, Y/N finally found some red string and fashioned the hag stone into a pendant. She headed to breakfast, determined not to breathe a word of this letter business to any of the girls or act like anything out of the ordinary happened. If they wanted a reaction out of her, they would have to do better than that. 

Breakfast came and went with not a person acting odd or expectant, frustrating Y/N to no end. Would the pranker not reveal themselves already?! She was dying to ask them about where they got an owl. Yet, the day passed much the same as any other day. So did the next, then the next, and days turned into weeks, with the middle of July just having arrived. The mysterious letter and owl had almost faded from the top of Y/N’s mind. She would have thrown it out completely if not for her admiration of the beautiful emerald green ink. It was the prettiest letter she had ever seen, even if it was full of made-up nonsense. Not that she had any personal letters to compare it to, as she had never received one. Plus, Y/N could not deny that after the letter she had begun to notice owls more frequently. Up until that day, she had never seen one so close, but since then, nearly every other day she would see one just out of reach. It was as if they were waiting for her reply.

“No that’s ridiculous”, Y/N scolded herself. As wise and deep as the owl’s eyes looked, it was all just a trick of her mind. She was just noticing them more, maybe before there had been just as many. 

The Monday of the 15th of July was one Y/N would not soon forget. She had been called to the Head Matron’s office after breakfast and upon cracking open the door she saw the biggest man she had ever seen in her life. He was tall and broad with a wild, bushy brown beard and looked as though he would have to bend down to get through the door frame. 

“Hello there Miss S/N. I’m Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts” the giant man said with a kind smile and gruff voice. The shock on Y/N’s face could not be more evident. Hogwarts? The fake wizard school in the prank letter? Don’t tell me the matron is in on the joke as well?

“Mr. Hagrid has told me you received a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts around a month ago, is that correct, Miss S/N?” the Head Matron asked in her even, stern tone. Y/N couldn't say anything and just nodded. “Mr. Hagrid here has explained to me that Hogwarts is a boarding school for talented young students and is very selective. It has seven years and covers room and board, which would be longer than your time here, as a student graduate from Morningside at 16.” The Head Matron motioned for Y/N to sit down. “Miss S/N, I suggest you take this opportunity, as it is unlikely you will receive a better chance at an education.” Y/N was in shock. Was the Head Matron serious?

“Are you aware what type of school this is?” Y/N asked incredulously. The Head Matron gives a condescending look. 

“Of course, I already mentioned it was a school for talented individuals. I can’t believe you would neglect to mention you were tested in school”, she had with a disapproving shake of her head. Y/N could not believe the Head Matron was glossing over the whole “wizard” thing. “I will step out to give you and Mr. Hagrid some time to discuss the details. He has also generously offered to accompany you to central London to shop for your uniform and books”. With that, the Matron left Y/N alone with the giant man. 

Once the door had shut and Y/N had a chance to compose herself, she pulled the letter out of her bag. “Is this from your school?” Y/N asked, thrusting the letter towards the man.

“Yeah, that owl was from us”, he said. “Hope the owl doesn’t bite, butterscotch can be a bit temperamental”. 

“Butterscotch?” Y/N asked, “Is that the owl’s name? Scratch that, the bigger question is, are you serious? Is there really such a thing as a school for wizards?” Y/N trepidations melted as she was overcome with curiosity. 

“Well, where d’ye think we learn how to do magic?” Hagrid replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“I am not sure if I believe you…” Y/N started “Did Suzy put you up to this? She hasn’t forgiven me for the time I told her I was Queen of the crows and they all actually charged her, I mean that was hardly my fault, just a funny coincidence!”

“Now that right there is an example of magic,” Hagrid stated plainly. “Ye did too influence the crows”. Hagrid sighs and pulls out a pink umbrella. “I can see ye won’t listen to what I’m saying without a demonstration”. He points the umbrella towards the Matron’s tulips in a vase, mumbles some words Y/N doesn’t catch, and turns them into a bundle of leeks. Y/N could hardly believe her eyes. Maybe the letter was real all along?!

“If magic is real, does the Matron know? How come I was always taught it was made up?” Y/N starts. 

“Ministry o’ Magic ta’ blame fer that,” Hagrid muttered. “They created the statute of secrecy; their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there’s still witches an’ wizards up an’ down the country.”

“Why?” Y/N asked before adding, “And what’s a Muggle?”

“Why? Everyone���d be wantin’ magic solutions to their problems. Muggles are the non-magical folk.” Hagrid went towards the door and opened it. “I’m sure you’ve got many more questions, but I can answer yer questions on the way to Diagon Alley”.

Y/N got up, “ Is that like a wizard town?”

“It’s where ye’ll get yer school stuff, Matron allowed ye the day to get everything. Blimey! Ye still have the list don’t ya?”

Y/N pulled out another parchment from the envelope. “I suspect this is it?” Hagrid nodded affirmatively. So Y/N followed the giant out of the Head Matron’s office and towards the front door, waving to the surly Head Matron herself and the girls who noticed she was heading out the front door.

[acaciapines]

a continuation of this very long post about daemons between me and @spookyfurybouquet-53d553e6. now a bit less long!

house of leaves EXACTLY lol i love stuff like that. need more books like this and i feel like w/ daemons they can push even more boundaries.

daemon fashion my beloved it would really be so cool…god you know what would exist. something like a best friend necklace where each half gets half the necklace. maybe some of them are like best friend necklaces just with different words but there is for SURE some company that will make like. necklaces with your human/daemons face on them. so you can share those. i feel like this would be popular w/ people who just settled as a way to show off like look at us!!!! elephant!!! WAHOO!!!!

NOT THE HOSPITALS….i wonder if this would lead to specific species that are much smaller being common? since there would be less to wash…i could also see species without fur being more common (way less to shed!) and maybe even fish honestly…this WOULD require hospitals to be entirely reformatted to include places for fish to swim, but i feel like that could be really fun…bc the fish wouldn't need to be sterilized (not directly interacting w/ patients) but via tube systems could still get close enough to notice things the humans might not. i imagine maybe most doctors and nurses fit these specifics, but then there's also those with monkey daemons or something, for cases where you have to directly operate on a daemon and need the flexibility of like, opposable thumbs.

hmmm….i really like all of your ideas here. i imagine there would have to be a HUGE industry of like, all these tools we have that assume you have like, opposable thumbs to use…i mean, if you're a cat, thats, uh, gonna be kinda hard. like take writing--there must be something that allows all sorts of dameons to write things down. for some species i could imagine ink that you can just dip a claw/talon into, but for others it might be harder…maybe some sort of text-to-speech thing is developed sooner? i guess before that humans just write things FOR their daemons but thats no fun lol i want a pen a betta fish can use somehow.

oooh i didn't know humans could see uv light so that makes a lot of sense…i think the way i'd play that is that it WOULD probably happen if you settle that way, but is a bit less likely if its just a form you use sometimes…so like, the more you're in that form, the more likely it is that you're able to adapt to these new senses. but at the same time i do really like there being these distinctions between daemons and actual animals, so i would still say some things are off limits. i think this being a learned skill and not innate is the best of both worlds--some people WOULD fight out how to use and interpret ecolocation,new colors, etc, but others wouldn't care enough to bother. the colors working as being "more" is really good tho.

TECH W SO MANY BUTTONS YES…..i love this look i think buttons stick around for a LONG time, even when there is voice recognition…or at least both are offered rather than being removed from future generations of device. resistive touch screens would be a good idea too, and YES i want to see the itty bitty tiny phones made for mice and ants. water-resistant phones you can dunk in water for your fish-daemon. i mean realistically fish daemon get the short end of the stick but in an ideal world they get phones too <3 kids in classes who start texting theri daemons/humans rather than whispering to try to not be noticed. pov my ant daemon is hiding in my desk scrolling tumblr in math class but she and her phone are so small nobody notices.

yeah! severing is real fun to play around with lol, my ideas of it is like…adults will die basically 100% of the time bc (in the world where i was playing with it) settling is when you become for lack of a better word 'set in stone--' of course you're still capable of change and such but your sort of core self and baseline has been formed and that cant really. survive being cut in half. but if youre a KID, if youre still unsettled, there's a flexibility there--you aren't a 'full person' yet. you're basically a bunch of possiblites, as represented by, yknow, daemon changing. so there's a chance that you'll change in such a way that you CAN survive this shock, and figure out where to go next.

i think it would depend…personally i LOVE playing around in worlds that are Very Shitty about a lot of things so being a witch is 'breaking the rules' which are of course set in stone and unchangeable (<- that is, of course, a lie). i also tend to focus more on the daemon side lol, so, seeing a human without a daemon? not that strange. daemons can be hidden away. a daemon without a human? THATS something that has to be destroyed. because in this hierarchy, humans are on top. but of course thats just in the worlds and themes i enjoy exploring lol. lots of other ways to take it!

history is fun to think about…i dont usually touch on it in my fics bc i think most of my ideas are just Huge Bummers but i will hint at it sometimes! and i love a story that WILL tackle the way history has changed and different things have risen and fallen…very fun!

oh the alt history ideas in a world with daemons would be SO FUN. i think ive said this before but i want to see what a world with daemons would make of the prompt 'what if daemons didn't exist.' basically what a no-daemon au would look like in their world. i think it would be SO fascinating.

OOH SPEAKING OF HEART STOPPING near death experiences…not like comas where people are being kept alive but like, where you DO die but come back. i am not verse in the How behind this at ALL but near-death experiences where only one half comes back <3 bc im me i say daemon comes back (i imagine it takes some time for all the dust to disperse--so if you bring someone back quick enough, maybe you dont restart their heart, but the few sparks you got in trying is enough for the dust to come back together again?). tho yeah people in a world with daemons in general must have wayyyyy less times when people are accidentally buried when theyre still alive lol.

NOT THE COACHES TO DESTROY IDENITY….they would tho. i LOVE the idea of settling as something you hate <3 this is what i wrote like a 900k fic about. and ooooh terrible telenova plots being inspired by when actors settle is so funny. we weren't gonna give this guy an evil twin but SOMEONE went and settled as a DOLPHIN.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Twenty-one:Faithful

*flashback*

Let's do the things we say in text

**texting**

Today was my last day of work for a week ... idk what ima do with the free time.

You need to relax Fr maybe go get a massage or something

That sounds good ... might take the time to get my hair braided and my nails done again

Yeah all that sounds good baby... you need to take sometime I know all this stuff with me has been crazy

I wouldn't change it though ... I've only gotten a few questions at the office and they weren't bad it's just with clients... I need the news to blow over

Nah I get it .... What you doing?👀

Waiting for you to call or something 😂😂 I've already settled in I'll probably have some food delivered for the night

Mmmmm I can't wait to talk to you on the phone ... you was getting spicy last night

Spicy how?😂😂

You know what you said talking about you liked being choked ... crazy ass

That's not how the conversation went Jayson

Oh tell me then🧐😂

Wellll you were talking about that tweet and all I said was she didn't explain if she enjoyed the choking ... because some people do

And then what I say? I asked if you did

And I said probably ... that didn't mean yes

It means you do but you don't wanna tell me you do... whatever I'll find out real soon... can't wait until you start telling me you wet just thinking about me... you know I already can tell when you're horny

And how on earth can you do that?

I wish I would give you my secrets

Lol okay man you trippin

I'm not ... you like talking about sex with me cause you don't know how it feels yet... I could be the best you ever had and you don't know it yet cause you haven't had the pleasure

Do you think you will be?

I know I will be ... cause I already know you like the back of my hand

So what makes me cum?

My mouth when I get it on you

😳😳

Stop playing with me cause I'm not playing with you ... you're wet now btw

Jayson you get on my nerves 😂😂

But am I wrong though? Cause I know Im not

What if i'm not playing?

Mmmmm I guess we'll just have to wait and see... when you bringing your sexy ass back up here

When I get a proper invitation

Well.... Be on the look out for that ... I gotta go I'll call you this afternoon ... relax

😂😂 of course I will talk to you later Bae

Ttyl

*6:00 pm

"I miss you ... come see me while you free"

YN had taken a week of pto to truly relax. She was becoming a little overwhelmed with all the blogs knowing her she had traffic on her Instagram now more than ever and WAGS the blog site was watching her heavily liking and then unliking her posts just to make sure she saw them even commenting sometimes mostly when it had to do with Jayson. She wish she could could go back to their first date .... It was warm it was soft she missed him.... Badly.

It had been a month since Melo swore to leave her alone.... For the most part he had left her Alone except the occasional reaction to her story.

"I got your flowers bae ... they're beautiful" she said smiling extra hard at the screen "so you read my card? You coming?" "So when we were talking earlier... you had already had them sent?" "As soon as you told me you had a week off I was determined to get you up here" "We haven't really done a sleep over yet...." "I been waiting on it to be honest it's been a month and a half" "funny how time flies .... When you're having fun" he laughed "yeah but ... it'll be more fun when you bring your ass .... So can you for me?" "Of course like I said I was just waiting for the invitation"

"damn I should've said something last week" "yeah you should have..." "come tonight?" "Find me a ticket Jay" "fuck a ticket I'll get a private" "no... I will be fine on a commercial flight bae ... it's still too early for big gestures" "I just want you to ride comfortably" "I be comfortable in first class.... Plussss getting your staff and all that first plus a plane .... I'm trying to see you sooner than later it's just a like two hours bae" "you right ... can you be ready for the flight at 9? They have a first class seat available" "what time is it..." "6:45... pack for the week" "um yeah I can make that" "you sure?" "Mhmmmm" "well get ready I'm sending the ticket and all that to your phone" "you gotta get off the phone first I don't want you to see what I'm packing" she smiles

"mmm.... You finally ready to do the things we say over text?" YN laughed "I like when you haven't seen my outfits Jay I get real reactions" "well... I just sent the stuff ima plan some stuff while you packing ... see you soon" "you picking me up from the airport?" "Yeah of course" she smiled "yay okay... well see you soon Bae" "bye baby girl" she hangs up

Maybe during this trip they can finally have sex. One thing about it is if they weren't long distance she would've gave it up weeks ago.... Shit maybe after the second week. She knew it was getting harder to contain herself because their conversations have naturally started getting sexual... like pass the flirting. He wanted to know what she like and didn't like before he even touched her. Their conversations never truly stopped even when it went sexual it wasn't awkward... it made her ready for all of it. She didn't wanna assume he was great but it was hard not to.

*getting off the plane*

After she walked down the stairs off the plane and down the long aisles she got to her luggage searching for an exit standing outside the cool night air hit her skin it felt good to smell fresh air. The plane ride was nice enough but it was 11:30 and she was hungry. Soon enough she saw Jayson rolling in smiling ear to ear.

He parked the car even though he wasn't supposed to grabbing her luggage and placing it in the car.

"Hey baby... I know you tired of me saying I miss you .... But I missed you" he said kissing her lips and then her forehead. "Well now you don't have too" she smiled when he opens her door letting her and then getting back in the driver seats pulling off roughly. She blushed cause he kept looking at her

"Pay attention to the road Jayson" his hand rested on her thigh"how you even more beautiful in person .... That shit crazy" "you look good too... but if we wanna keep looking this way ... you gotta focus on the road" she laughed "that was a good one I'll give you that.... How was the flight?" "quick... I'm honestly a little sleepy now" "did you eat?" "No not dinner" "you wanna get something quick? So you can settle in?" She smiled "yes ... what's near your house?" "Nothing really .... Probably like a Burger King or Wendy's ... chick fil a closed ummm Arby's?" "Wendy's is fine ... I can go for a frosty" "okay bet" he grabs her hand "you eating too?" "Yeah ima get something ...you staying all week?"

"Mhm... self care days" "in that case ... I'm taking care of you all week" "in what ways?" "All— Hmm? What ways you want me to take care of you?" He started to answer but then stopped himself when he registered how she was talking to him. "I was just asking bae" "HA... I'm not convinced" "well ... what can I do to convince you?" She smirked "well shit ... I don't know I gotta look in your eyes and see innocence" they get stopped at a red light so she smiles "look now" he glances over at her staring deeply in her eyes "nah that look is sinster" she laughed "no that's how you want me looking at you" "yeah that's true... and you doing it right now" she smiled "what that mean?" "I guess you'll just have to chill and figure it out" "mmmmmm do I have a choice?" "Always baby" she laughed

"it feels good to be here with you ... I wish we could always be like this" "I was talking to my mama earlier and I just noticed how much I love you.... It's crazy" "love huh?" "Yeah love ... it's like you had made the moment you said my name in the club or when I watched you devour the hamburger ... I don't know it just happened so fast but I'm glad" "me too... I never fell for anyone so damn fast... the fact I let you lock me down the first date... mmmm crazy" she smiled "that was bold of me to ask.... But I felt the vibe" "yeah... cause it was definitely mutual"

"So what about this vibe now?" She smiled "we stay on the same wave length ... I just um I'm nervous ... if I'm being honest" "okay we'll talk more ... when we get back to my place..." she smiled "you like ... Amazing a lil bit you know that?" "Yeah I do ... but I'm wondering what made you say that" "I just love how everything can be a conversation with you... like I truly don't even have to go into detail I just tell you I'm uncomfortable and you're ready to step in and help ... I love that" "well good bae... but you do that same shit.... You don't realize how much better I've been sleeping since you told me those little tricks" she smiled "bae that's small" "nah it's big.... Sleep is hella important and I wasn't getting it ... until you" she smiled completely speechless as he pulled into the drive thru

she laughed slightly when he already knew her order down to the drink and what flavor frosty she wanted. Once he got the bag he passed it to her she immediately started eating the fries.

"Oooou these were fresh ... so hot" "let me taste" she grabs a French fry placing it in his mouth watching him chew she bit her lip ... how was everything he did really that sexy

*time skip

Before she walked out of the bathroom she opened the door already speaking. "Jayson?" "Yeah?" He laughed "you said I should be comfortable right? Do everything I normally do?" "Yes Wussup?" "Well ... you have plans for us tomorrow and I want my hair to be cute so I have something in it" "I seen you with a scarf , a bonnet, hair wild, hair in twists, Bantu knots... all on FaceTime Why would I get weird now?" "cause I'm here" "girl get yo ass out here... cause now I'm curious" she laughed "no jokes?" "Can't promise that.... But let me see"

She walked out of the bathroom. He smiled "you so damn extra" he shook his head. "It's cute?" "You always cute now come here so we can talk and you can go to sleep cause I know you tired" she sauntered to the bed leaning over to kiss his lips and then straddle him. He rubs her ass

"We clearly both want sex .... But I want you to be ready for me... like comfortable" he says looking in her eyes "I am comfortable... I just want it to not feel .... Forced. We've been talking a lot and I've enjoyed hearing the many things you wanna do to me once I'm ready but I need it to be spontaneous" "I get that... I'm just saying it's been moments were I wanted you but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable so I didn't act on it" she kisses his lips "well this is my way of telling you next time you're in the mood .... And I'm in the mood ... go for it" he smiled

"mhm I got you .... A whole lotta foreplay and teasing" "why?" " cause I know you like it" she grinds on him slowly. "I talk too much" she says softly on his lips "why you say that?" "Because I told you I like it... I should've let you figure it out" "I would have ... quick" he kisses her lips "anymore talk in you sir?" She yawns he smiles "nah I'm good ... you good?" "I'm great let go to sleep" "you sleeping on top of me?" "No" she laughed laying down beside him "you could have if you wanted too" "no Jaysonnnnnnnn I sleep wild" "okay then goodnight" "goodnight" he reaches and turns the light off

*next morning

She woke up to him fumbling around the room. "What time is it?" She moaned looking around confused "sorry bae I gotta go to practice I wasn't trying to turn on the light so you could stay sleep" "ohh okay" he kisses her forehead "I'm kinda running late so I'll see you when I get back okay? I should be back by the time you wake up" "okay baby I love you" "I love you too" he rushes out of the room she sighs when she hears his car start and he pulls off.

It was still dark outside so instead of looking at the time she just rolled back over dozing off. When she woke up again it was 8 o clock so after sitting for a while she got up using the bathroom and brushing her teeth. She was hoping Jayson would already be back when she was awake cause being in this big house by herself scared her. She turns her music up high and then steps into the shower taking a quick one after moisturizing her body she slides her robe on and then takes the hair pieces out of her hair.

The curl didn't look how she wanted she wanted a big wand curl and this was wavy at best .... It just looks heat damaged she thought. She tried to find a way to fix it but then decided she would just wear her hair half up and half down as she was finishing up Jayson walks in. "Your music loud baby... Goodmorning" he kisses her forehead as she turns it down a little bit "you like my hair" "I do" "I don't believe you" "why not?" "Cause I don't like it" she laughs "well I don't have to lie to you ... we have two different minds and I think you look cute" "not sexy?" "You're always sexy" "but you said cute .... Like adorable" "so what?" "I wanted to be.... Sexy... I want you to wanna fuck me" "like I said you're always sexy" she takes the hair tie out of her hair fluffing it out  "how was practice" "your hair could be all over your head and you would still be sexy to me ... you know that?" She smiled "I was genuinely asking bae.... Not just switching the subject" "it was great.... I was rushing home to you though" "well I'm glad you did ... it was getting lonely in here" "come here" she walks over to him and he holds her close.

"I got food for us downstairs .... Then I gotta run some errands... you wanna come?" She smiled "yes I would love too" "alright let's eat" "kiss me first" he kisses her slowly. "Can we watch movies tonight? Instead of finding somewhere to go" "whatever you want it's your world" she smiled "that's what I love to hear" "tomorrow night we going somewhere though so already be prepared" "okay daddy"

" now that's what I like to hear" he smacks her ass telling her to come on.

"Jayson ....  Stop before you be eating something else... deadass" he backs her against the wall "you know you don't mean that" he kisses her slowly making her moan "I am being sooo serious" "it's some good food downstairs though" he smiles " well let's go bae"

He lets her in front of himself to walk towards the kitchen she couldn't see him but she felt him ... watching her dissecting the way she walked and talked to him without turning back to look at his face. He couldn't wait to hear her moans bouncing off the walls.

Once they made it into the kitchen she grabbed two paper plates. "You know when you said we had food downstairs I assumed you grabbed some on the way in" "no the chef brought it  here you know she cooks every other day" "no I didn't I didn't even know she was a she" YN laughs placing his food on his plate as he sat down. She walks it over to him and then fixes her own plate.

"Oh well she's been here for years" "nice can't wait to meet her... cause this looks amazing" "can I get some water to please baby?" "Mhm" she grabbed two bottles and her plate and sat down. "So what you have in mind tonight?" "Just movies....? It didn't matter which ones" "ohhh okay thought you had something in mind" "no... do you?"  "Something... funny nothing to soft" " but I'm soft" "That's why I said that" He laughs "you know what they just put back on Netflix?" "What?" "This Christmas" "let's watch that bae" "That's my movie Fr" "shiddd mine too what else we watching"

"mean girls.... I need you to see it" " I don't know bout that" "I do" she smiled "I don't" "ima guest I get what I want ... right?" "Right.... For now" "just now?" "You a brat you eventually always get your way ... I like to put up a fight though" he kisses her lips making her smile "your brat though?" She never moves her lips "Who's brat would you be?... yes mine" she slightly pulls away "I'm all yours" she stares in his eyes "straight up I know"

After breakfast Jayson takes a nap while YN goes down to the gym working out for a solid hour and then she came up to take a shower. He was just waking up. "You good?" He asks she smiles "yes you don't have to entertain me every second ... I know you're still working so I hope you enjoyed your nap" "I did ... I dreamed my girlfriend was finally here with me for a long period of time..." "sounds like reality to me" he laughed "what you about to do?" "Head to the shower and then I'll be ready for you" "alright enjoy your shower bae" she smiles walking off

***time skip

He decided they should go grocery shopping for some snacks and whatever else she might have wanted while she was with him. Grocery shopping felt like a date to her ... she was learning alot about how they both shop. The same items they get but different brands. How something's she splurges on but he wouldn't for himself and vice versa. But at the end of the day they made it through it he placed the bags in the trunk and put the cart up.

"You didn't even get stopped... I liked that" she glances at him as he starts the car up. "Yeah I gotta know when to go.... Right now it's nothing but old people in the store" she laughed "old people don't know you?" "I mean some do... but they also respect privacy .... The same cashiers are there when I go so they've got a autograph or picture already so it's no need to fan out when you see this person every week part of asking your favorite celebrity for a picture is because you've seen them through a screen the whole time and you have no clue when and if you'll see them again" he reaches for the back of her seat to back up he focuses "that all really makes sense.... Perfectly said" he smiles "but?" "How you know it was a but?" "By your voice ... so but?" She laughed "but I hope I can add some spontaneity in your life I hate that you have to be so schedule oriented"

"if I'm not on schedule something suffers ... you know that because it would mainly be you" "mhm I do know I'm just saying with little things like switching up your food or something else idk I just wanna be a splash of color in your life"

**** back at home on the couch

The conversation had been pretty intense for the last ten minutes she truly want to know if she annoyed him cause if she didn't he didn't truly know her yet. She was asking everything in the book to get her answer.

"Do you see my flirting as teasing? Or playful?" She stared deeply at him looking for a sign to make sure he was telling the truth ... before he even said anything. "Nah it's normal ... to flirt we been flirting since we met ... why should it stop?" "I know but you had said something after you invited me here... and I guess that's why I was overthinking the situation"

"what I say?" "Am I ready to do the things we say on text?" "That in no way means we only gonna be fucking when you get here... or you have to do everything you said you would right now... it just means when ever you decide to I'll be here wanting it waiting" "so when I get horny and I tell you..." "I like that too ... I like the conversations about me fingering you or eating your pussy .... I like all of that" she twisted in her seat as her breath increased "me too ... a lot"

"you want me to finger you now? No strings attached" "Jayson you do not have too" " I just wanna try it and I clearly got you worked up from how I'm talking...it's up to you though" she bites her lip ... it's be a great way to start "where you want me?" "On my lap ... like we talked about" she stood up dropping her robe. "Damn you sexy" "thank you baby... facing you?"

"Nah put your back to my stomach" she listens getting comfortable. At first he turns her head just kissing her repeatedly then she starts to feel his hand move up her thighs slowly he travels to her panties tracing the outside of them but never entering. He continued kissing her until she grinds against his hand. "Please?" "Hm??" "Touch me ... please" he moves her panties to the side ... still teasing her for a while but then slowly sliding his fingers inside her "damn... you always this wet for me?" he had no clue she would really be this wet "'mmmmm"

Her legs spread wider and wider. As his fingers dive deeper in her and his other hand was busy keeping her close by wrapping around her neck as he kissed it. "You just drip for me... first time I'm touching you and .....just listen" "please pleaseeee don't stop.... Yes yes yessss"

she squirmed he was touching all the right places at the right time asserting his dominance. "Fuck Jayyyyy" she whined her hand rests on top of his as he rubs her clit slowly. "Hm?" "You're about to make me.... Cum I —- I'm so close" "good ... do it then" his fingers went into overdrive on her clit and then entered her once again. "I really had no plan for this .... But I wanted to feel you .... And you look so sexy with this black lace on... how you make your panties hug your curves like that? Almost like they were specially made for you? Everything you do is just amazing" she gasped as she released over his hand.

"Right there right thereee please don't stopppp" she bits her lip "Oooou damn that was sexy" he places his same fingers in her mouth causing her to immediately suck them softly. "Your mouth feels perfect you know that?.... Just damn" he slowly takes them out and they both sit there wondering what was next. She stands up because she felt awkward that's the last thing she expected to happen and it went down like a movie ... the build up and intensity is always crazy. She stared at him nothing but his sweatpants on. She looked at his body hair that trailed from his chest to his stomach and the very intense look he had on his face because above all he needed to know how she was feeling.... She could see him poking right through his pants she could go and slide down on him with no issue.

"Tell me how you feeling don't just leave me in the dark... I crossed a line?" "You're my boyfriend no" "so what that mean?" "I liked it a lot" "and you wanna chill out?" "Yes... I stood up to get some clothes I— um I ... didn't say much because I'm still ... trying to process" "that's okay just go ahead and get what you want from upstairs and then when you come back we can talk and I won't touch you until you touch me... okay?" "Okay"

She walks off he watched her ass praying for strength because he knew she wanted him. She knew she wanted him.... So why was she almost scared to have sex? It's because it meant more she really liked him and loved him they were in a relationship she hadn't had sex since Melo and sex with a Melo made her see the moon and all the stars... could Jayson match that? Or do better? That's why she was nervous she needed Jayson to be amazing her sex drive was way too high for him not to be good. He was too sexy to not be good at sex.... And she just wanted him badly ... she didn't wanna tease but she had a hard time trusting herself. She grabbed one of his oversized hoodies walking back down the stairs sitting beside him.

"So I was thinking ....if you get uncomfortable let me know and tell me what you need " he says "okay baby" she smiles she could tell he wanted and needed to be a safe space for her "keep eye contact with me.... Did you like when I touched you?" " I liked it a lot ... the way you held me ... and talked to me.... I was relaxed" "you felt ... protected?" "Yes" " ask me something" " I could feel you ... while I was on top of you... are you just gonna stay hard?" He laughed "it'll go down ... I'm good" "it's not uncomfortable?" "Im just ... chillin ... my turn" "yes" "what makes you nervous about me?... we're serious already so why do I make you nervous" " a lot of things but above all ... I need you to enjoy me I wanna be synced I want it to be Amazing for the both of us because this relationship... is great" "when you put your hand on top of mine while I was fingering you... Is it cause I wasn't in the right spot?" "No I just wanted to contribute... did it make you uncomfortable?" "No... that whole thing was for you though so don't worry about me"

she bit her lip "you didn't like what I just said.... Where did I fuck up?" She laughed "even when I'm just giving you head I'll get pleasure from giving you pleasure so even though you're doing something to strictly make me feel good ... I need you to enjoy it" "and I did but that's the key me doing it brings the pleasure already so you don't have to be worried about what I liked and didn't it was about you"  "understood ... anything else mr.Tatum or can we start our movies?" "Nah ... I guess I'm good" "you guess or you know? I need an exact answer" she smiles staring in his eyes making him smile too. "I'm good YN" "can I come closer?" He laughed pulling her body right next to her grabbing a throw blanket placing it on her legs. She rested her head in his lap. He leans down kissing her lips he rested his hand on her thigh. "You ready?" " yes press play please"

As the movie went on she couldn't help but think about him ... inside of her. What would be the sexiest way to take control? ... pull his dick out? Sit up quickly and start kissing him? She wondered how she could take the action quickly.

He was into the movie but kept glancing at her cause he could tell her mind was racing because of the faces she was making and she wasn't laughing at the parts that she usually laugh at. And then finally they made eye contact and she sits up slowly staring in his eyes he closes the gap between their lips. She smiles inside when she felt his tongue go inside her mouth

It was the look in her eyes that made him wanna kiss her. The movie was good but she was better her soft moans let him know she wanted more "I'm taking you to the room" "mmm there's no time" she kisses his lips again straddling him. She grinds slowly . She could feel him getting harder all she could think was this was finally happening. She kept trying to slide his pants off but he moved her hands. The make out session was intense. He pulls away slowly sucking her bottom lip

"fuck" he says softly he grabs her tightly picking her up. "Mmm Jayson I want it now " "it's always time .... What you in a rush for?" And it was at that moment she relaxed

With Melo she always felt the need to rush because his girlfriend would be texting or calling or showing up.... Jayson was hers and she loved it but she wouldn't dare ruin this moment by bringing up Melo.

"I don't know" she stares in his eyes and he sees the realization all over her face. "Well don't rush with me ... stay in the moment... can you do that?" She smiles "yes" "good" when they got to the bedroom he was careful with her. Gently putting her on the bed and slowly taking her clothes off. She couldn't help but feel all over his body she was craving him it was a hunger and desire that she couldn't explain she just wanted him badly.

She was breathing heavy and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. He kisses her slowly spreading her legs. She could feel him she wondered if he would just slide in or was he teasing like had planned to do all along. She felt his thumb rub in between her folds "oh gosh" "hmm?" He began kissing down her body

"ugh" she said softly moving her hips "you don't want me to do this?" "Of course I do... your lips just feel so good on my body" he smiled he teased as long as possible and then she felt his tongue in between her folds she gasped. "Damn" he moans pulling her closer. Her hips began to move up and down.

"Stop moving baby" "Jayson..." "hmmm? I'm eating it slow baby... I need to go slower?" he kisses her in the same spot over and over. Her legs continued to shake. "Jayson baby don't stop what you're doing... it feels so good" "then baby can you keep your legs open for me" He opens her legs wide holding them down. "Yesss" she replaces his hands "keep your legs still too" "mmmm" he slides two fingers inside of her. "Damnn baby you so wet" when he sucked her clit she thought she might actually go insane.

One of her hands went to his head pulling him in closer. "Oh Jayson please" his fingers went into over drive as his mouth continued he moaned pulling her closer. She shivers and finally cums for him. "Mmmm mmmm mmm" all he could do was moan as she released all over his face. "Yes yes yessss" he pulls away slowly kissing up her body.

"You need to ask me ... if you can cum.... You didn't do it just now or earlier " he says on her lips she pulls him in closer to kiss him. "You hear me?" "Yes I hear you" he slides inside her "you understand me?" "Ohhhhh my gosh ... you're so big" he smiled "you understand me?" "Mhm daddy I understand" "so if you don't do it next time you'll be in trouble" something he remembers from their previous conversations.... She liked to feel dominated if she felt like she had even the slightest bit of control it would turn her off ... so right down to her orgasm he choose when she lets go. He loved being the dominant one he was that way with everyone why should she be any different. He like the fact that he had to earn it cause he's 100% sure if he wasn't doing it right then she wouldn't submit at all.

he moved his hips slowly. "I'll ask... I promise" she kisses him again "You feel so fucking good... you know that?" "Mhmm... you make me feel good" he grabs her hips going deeper. The eye contact made this even crazier for her. He moved slowly but his thrust were so powerful and deep it almost sent her over edge. He went slowly on purpose he had to be different from every other person she had ever been with. She squeezes him pulling him in further "faster" she moans he listens as he continues to kiss her neck he grabs her face.

"You're so beautiful ...." Her eyes closed "mmm baby look at me" " I —-" "you what?" His hips move faster and his thumb begins to rub her clit. "Right there baby pleaseeee" "open your eyes" Her eyes flutter open he places his other thumb in her mouth.

" I wanna cum" "That's how you ask?" "Please?" He smiled laughing slightly "huh?" "Jayson please.... I'm about to ...Uhhh" "you can't hold it no more?" Her legs began shaking harder "no baby ..... it feels so goooooooood" "look at me ... cum for me" "mmmmmm yes yes yessssss" "ooooou you feel so damn good ... you hear this Pussy?" "Jayson baby please" her body shakes more intensely

"please what?" "I don't know I don't know.... I just" he kisses her lips again her eyes start to water "you wanna cum for me again?" "Nooooo" "hmmm you want me to stop?" "No sir ... please don't stop" "so you do wanna cum for me again?" "Yesssss" "why you say no?" Her legs continued to shake. "Hmmm? Answer me baby" her back arched as her tears fell this felt so amazing and they were both so in the moment that it was just too much for her to handle but she was gonna make sure she handled it

"don't cum without asking" "I—-" "what I say baby?" "Can I cum please sir... please can I?" She whined "Mhmmm with your sexy ass... cum for me" she releases while moaning his name "damn you sound so sexy baby... it still feel good? I pushed you to far?" " no baby but let me ... on top" he keeps kissing her "babyyy" she whined he grabs her hips holding her tightly flipping them over so she could be on top.

She smiles "you listened?" "why wouldn't I?.... I need you to enjoy this just as much as me" she gradually began moving her hips "I really love you baby" he grabs her ass helping her bounce. "You feel so good"

"... dick is so big" She says softly "can't ride my dick if you wanna be quiet" he holds her up moving his hips up and down "oh fuck oh fuck oh damnnnn Jaysonnnn" "that's what I wanna hear when you riding this dick ... you hear me?" "yes yesss mmmmm" he places her down on him letting her take over again he slaps her ass

"thank you baby" "you like it?" She smiled she could feel herself getting closer and he was close too "yes... I love it don't stop pleaseee I can feel you throbbing" "I know you wanna be in control but..." he grabs her hips again placing her on his face "oh fuck Jayson ...." She tries to move away "ride my face baby..." he pushes her back on to his mouth her hips moved against his tongue as he slurped every juice of hers that would leak out of her

"oh gosh it's so good I'm gonna cryyyy" right before she lost it all he slides her back on his dick "cum on this dick" she continued to move her hips bouncing and moaning loudly her eyes closed and her body shook as she loses her breath. "Damn look at you cuming on this dick ... you too damn sexy" once she got herself together she leans down kissing his lips and neck she moves her hips upwards so that he can slide out of her as she continued to kiss down his body she takes one long lick of his dick and he almost melts.

"Swallow me up bae" he groans grabbing her hair keeping it out of her face. She strokes him as her mouth focuses on his tip. "You look so fuckin beautiful sucking my dick like that..." she moans lifting her ass in the air "you still want more don't you?? Look at your hips moving in the air for me... fuck" he slaps her ass gripping her hair. "Lay down..." "Jayson I—" he cuts her off "please?"

She repositioned herself laying down he climbs on top of her kissing her as he slides in "oh fuck" her hands find his back digging her nails in. He rubs her clit as he stroked her slowly. "Look at me going in and out of you" she glanced down biting her lip his thumb relaxes on her chin pulling her lip out of her mouth 

" stop doing that" "Jay—" "moan for me I don't care how loud you are... who tf gon hear you?" "You— I don't wanna" he slows down "talk to me baby you don't wanna do what?" "I don't wanna make a noise that you don't like" "anything that's coming out your body naturally is gonna turn me on ... stop holding back" and with that he pulled out flipping her over. "Put your ass in the air ... show me you can really take this dick"

When he slide inside of her she knew she couldn't take his dick at all but she was gonna try her hardest. "It feel good baby?" Her face was burried into the mattress until he pulled her hair making her head come up and her back arch deeper. "Fuckkkk" she moans "answer me" "it's so good .,, soooooo Fuckin good" "that's what I like to hear... you taking me so well" he leans down to kiss and lick her back and then immediately went back to fucking her. "Oh daddy" she moaned he loved that shit it hit different fumbling out of her mouth

"oh say that shit again" "oh daddy I wanna cummmm please" her hips started to fucked him back "oh shit" he says softly. She smiled looking back at him ... he knew he was almost done his hand goes over her mouth making her moan louder "what you trying to tell me huh?" He slaps her as he starts to get sloppy with his thrusts "Jayson you know what I want" "still need to hear that .... What you want from me? Hm? Tell daddy what his baby need"

she moans into his hand almost losing her mind completely... he said the right things at the right time... how was his sex so good and it was just their first time

"Jaysonnnnnnnn" "hmmm?" "I wanna cum.... So bad — I — need- mmmmm" "yeah cum for me baby... with me" she gasped releasing all over him her lower body shook against him. He continued kissing her lips as she struggled to catch her breath.

"I love you..." "I love you more... thank you" "for what?" ".... Just being you I love you" "mhm baby" he begins to stand up exhaling "how was it for you?" She asked staring into his eyes. "It was great for me ... how about you" "same....almost makes me want more" he smirked "let me get some water I'll be back" he laughed walking off.