#but y’all sincerely wish he was

[harknessxo]

Agrio

Paring: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

Summary: The gayest fight scene but with actual smut.

Warnings; blood play, knife play?, magical binds, fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, praise kink.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n: Y’all asked and y’all shall receive.

“I got mugged, mister,” Agatha said while picking up Señor Scratchy, “She took every little bit of power I had and left me with household appliances-”

Suddenly she heard a noise upstairs. She held the bunny closer to her chest as she slowly made her way upstairs. She looked around the corner and saw nothing. Had she gone mad? Probably.

She placed the white bunny on the floor and took the first thing she saw as a weapon. She heard the noise again, this time coming from the front door. She walked closer but before she could reach it, the door burst open, a massive amount of wind knocking her off her feet. She groaned in pain when she hit the floor. She looked up to come face to face with her worst enemy, Rio Vidal.

As Agatha started to get up, Rio lounged at her with her dagger, trapped her between the wall and her own body.

“I’ve missed you,” Rio said with slight sincerity, giving her a mocking smile while pressing the dagger dangerously close to Agatha’s throat.

“I hate you.” Agatha snarled, making her chuckle.

“How long has it been? Ever since you got your hands on the darkhold you hid behind all that dark magic but now,” she dug the tip of the dagger to the older woman’s collarbone, drawing a drop of blood, “You bleed out of mere touch. You’re vulnerable.”

“Only physically,” Agatha bashed Rio’s head into the wall and then started wrestling with her trying to get the dagger. The dagger ended up getting stuck on the wall and they looked at each. Agatha smiled sarcastically but it was quickly wiped off when Rio’s hand wrapped itself around her neck. Her body was suddenly thrown over her kitchen counter making her scream in pain.

Rio snatched her dagger from the wall and threw directly at Agatha’s head but she was able to shield herself with a baking pan. The dagger landed in between them and the both scrambled to take it. Unfortunately for Agatha, she accidentally grabbed the sharp end of it and it sliced through her palm, making her whimper pathetically.

“Aw, does it hurt, sweet girl?” Rio mocked which made Agatha retaliate, slapping her across the face before pinning her body down on the floor, one hand around her neck and the other pinning her hand with the dagger.

“You can’t kill me,” Rio gasped out.

“You can’t kill me. It’s not allowed.” Rio headbutted Agatha making her back away, holding her head in pain. A sudden rush of wind sent Agatha flying back, her back hitting a bookshelf full force. She fell on her knees, her body trembling in pain.

“Maybe I can’t kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead-”

“No wait! Please!” Agatha begged, giving Rio a look of pain and exhaustion,

“Agatha Harkness begging? This is new,” Rio smirked.

“This isn’t what you want, killing me when I have no power,” Agatha tries to reason with her, “You know you prefer me-“

“Horizontal? Perhaps in a grave,” Rio replied sarcastically, “But you know what? I won’t kill you,” she walked closer to her, leaning down to her eye level, “The Salem Seven will.” Agatha hadn’t realized that at some point tears had managed to leave her eyes. The younger woman brought her hand up to wipe them away, making her flinch slightly. She then took a hold of the bleeding hand and examined it.

“Gosh, watching you bleed really warms the heart.”

“You don’t have a heart-” she tried to pull her hand back.

“Yes I do. It’s black and it beats for you…” Rio licked the blood off Agatha’s hand, all while maintaining eye contact and when she was done she crashed her lips against the older woman’s, her hand fisting her hair. Agatha was somewhat shocked by the kiss. She tried to pull away but Rio’s grip on her hair was too tight. Her lips were soft and gentle, which was something she wasn’t used to. She closed her eyes and let herself melt into the kiss.

“I think your death can wait, don’t you think?” She kissed down Agatha’s jawline as she nodded her head pathetically knowing the words wouldn’t come out correctly. With a wave of Rio’s hand they were no longer in Agatha’s destroyed kicthen but in her bedroom. Rio was on top of her, straddling her hips, the head scarf she had before long gone.

“All the wait was worth it,” Rio whispered into Agatha’s ear, her magic binding her hand together above her head. Agatha struggled against the binds, her breathing getting heavy. She looked up at Rio, her eyes dark and her face red.

“You’re not getting away this time, sweetheart.” Rio whispered into her ear again this time nipping at her neck and licking the blood off the prior nick made by her dagger. Agatha let out a soft moan, arching her neck, giving Rio more access. Her hands were balled into fists, still trying to get free from the binds.

“You’ve always been so bratty for your own good,” Rio chuckled.

“I hate you-“ Agatha said through gritted teeth, a gasp leaving her mouth when Rio bit down on her neck, drawing more blood.

“Say it again. You know much it turns me on.” Her hand started undoing the ribbon on Agatha’s robe, slowly revealing her naked body. Agatha blushed and looked away, refusing to say it again. She was about to make another snarky comment when she felt Rio’s hand on her thigh, slowly making its way up her body.

“Hmm, no more snarky comments?” Agatha’s breathing hitched as Rio’s hand moved higher. She bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold back any sounds.

“You’re adorable, Agatha.” Rio praised before she snapped her fingers and her clothes disappeared. Agatha couldn’t help but look at Rio’s body, her eyes roaming over her curves and muscles.

“You like what you see?” She winked. Agatha rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. She could feel her body heating up and she hated the fact that Rio had such an effect on her.

“I will make you break, sweet girl. Just you wait.”

“I can take it.” Agatha said, trying to sound confident. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as she anticipated what was about to happen next. Rio just giggles before wrapping her lips around one of her nipples. Agatha’s back arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her lips. Her body trembled as Rio continued to suck on her nipple, her tongue swirling around it.

The hand that remained on Agatha’s inner thigh moved even closer to her core but not there yet. Agatha whimpered, her hips bucking up slightly, desperately wanting Rio to touch her where she needed her most but she refused to beg.

“Do you want me to touch you down here?” Rio’s fingers teased her outter labia. Agatha’s breathing was heavy, her eyes shut tightly.

“All you have to do is beg, baby. It’s that simple.” She encouraged.

Agatha opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Rio’s. She bit her lip again, her pride getting in the way of what she really wanted but in the end she nodded her head, a desperate plea escaping her lips.

“Please…”

“That’s a good girl.” Rio finally dipped her fingers into Agatha’s wetness. She leaned down and crashed her lips into a rough kiss. Rio had Agatha’s bottom lip between her teeth, licking the dried blood from earlier and sucking out more, savoring the metallic taste. Agatha moaned into the kiss, her body arching up to meet Rio’s touch. She could feel herself getting wetter with each stroke of Rio’s fingers. Her hands were still tied above her head, making her feel even more vulnerable and at Rio’s mercy.

Agatha’s skin was sensitive, every bite and nip sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moaned and gasped, her body writhing underneath Rio’s touch. Her wrists strained against the binds, wanting to touch Rio but unable to do so. Soon Rio got to her soaked core and wrapped her lips around her clit without warning. Agatha let out a loud cry as her mouth closed around her clit. Her body trembled, her hips bucking up against Rio’s face.

“Oh god…”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Agatha nodded her head, unable to form words. Her mind was clouded with pleasure, all thoughts of defiance gone. She moaned and whimpered, her body aching for more. Rio’s fingers joined her mouth, sending the blinded woman into pure bliss. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She was so close to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

“Please!”

“Please what sweetheart?” Agatha was so far gone, she couldn’t even think straight. She whimpered and begged, her voice hoarse.

“Please let me cum…”

“Such a polite woman,” she praised, “Go ahead. Cum for me.” Her body obeyed the command, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came hard. Her body trembled and shook, her vision blurring with pleasure.

“There we go. Such a good girl.” Agatha’s breathing was ragged, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked up at Rio with a dazed expression, her eyes half-lidded.

“I think it’s my turn now,” Rio said, giving Agatha a devilish grin. Her heart skipped a beat at Rio’s words. She was still recovering from her orgasm, but she couldn’t deny that the thought of pleasing Rio made her body tingle with excitement. She moved up her trembling body to her face.

“I’m going to ride this pretty face,” she cupped Agatha’s face, “and you’re going to make me cum…”

Agatha’s heart pounded in her chest. She nodded her head, her mouth already watering at the thought of tasting Rio. She licked her lips and looked up at Rio with a mixture of eagerness and submission.

“I told you you would break…” She couldn’t deny it. She was completely broken, at Rio’s mercy and loving every second of it. She looked up at Rio with a mixture of adoration and desire.

“…You always seem to win.”

“That we can both agree on. Now be a good girl and open wide for me.” Rio said while snapping her fingers, finally freeing Agatha’s hands. She obediently opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out slightly in anticipation.

Rio sat on her face, shamelessly moaning out in pleasure. Her hand soon tangled itself into Agatha’s hair pushing her face further into her pussy, almost suffocating. Agatha didn’t mind at all, she actually enjoyed every second of it. She used her now free hands to keep Rio’s thighs firmly on either side of her face.

Her senses were overwhelmed with the taste and scent of Rio. She licked and sucked at her pussy, her tongue darting in and out of her entrance making Rio moan out a string of profanities. She gripped into her thighs tightly, holding her in place as she worked to bring her to climax.

“God fuck- just like that-” Her tongue moving faster and more insistently against her clit in response. She could feel Rio’s body starting to tense, a sure sign that she was close to cumming. She started grinding her hips against Agatha’s face, chasing her high.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the younger woman grinded against her face. She could feel herself getting turned on again, the taste and feel of Rio driving her wild. She increased the pressure of her tongue, focusing all her attention on her clit even more.

“Yes, yes, yess!” With one final thrust of her hips, Rio came undone, her body shuddering with pleasure. She let out a loud moan, her fingers digging into Agatha’s hair as she rode out her orgasm. Agatha eagerly lapped up every drop of Rio’s cum, savoring the taste of her. She continued to lick and suck until Rio was spent, her body going limp on top of her.

“Fuck, Agatha,” she kissed her lips. Agatha kissed her back, her lips still slick with Rio’s juices. She wrapped her arms around Rio, pulling her down onto the bed beside her.

“You taste like heaven…” Agatha said, making Rio chuckled against her lips before she started to stand up, putting her clothes back on.

“What are you doing?” Agatha asked, confused.

“I did say the Salem Seven would be coming to visit. And though I would love to be here to witness you meet your end,” she walked over to her once again, “I have things to do,” she kissed Agatha’s lips which the older woman returned still somewhat dumbfounded, “Te veo…”

Agatha watched as Rio walked away, a mix of emotions running through her. She touched her lips, still tingling from the kiss. After she stopped daydreaming she realized what she had gotten herself into. The Salem Seven were after her. Fuck.

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[azzifuddslover]

UNRAVEL - chapter three

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

tw: swearing, light self homophobia

themes: fluff, angst?

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i’m so sorry this chapter actually sucks ASS, kinda a filler to get to the next yk. i promise next chapter will be better i’m so excited to write it hehe 😛 anyway make sure to tell me how y’all like it, it honestly makes my whole day. enjoy 𝜗𝜚

FIVE MONTHS LATER

paige, who is now 17 years old, sinks into her cozy bed, the late afternoon light filtering through her window. she opens her phone, hitting the facetime app, heart racing as the familiar sound of the ring echoes throughout the silence of her room. only a moment later, azzi’s face appears, her hair tousled and a playful grin on her full lips.

“hey p,” azzi chirps, her eyes sparkling.

paige feels the underlying warmth spread in her chest. “hey az. how’d your day go?”

azzi shrugs her shoulders, glancing to her side. “i mean, it was alright. nothing too special happened.”

paige’s eyebrows pinch downwards, confusion settling in her expression. she knows azzi too well to know something happened— something worth mentioning.

“az, what happened?”

azzi is silent for a minute, taking the time to think back on the day she’s had. she bites the inside of her cheek, skin becoming tender and raw as she repeats this motion. “jayden… you remember him, right?”

paige rolls her eyes, “how could i forget,” she murmurs, annoyance laced in her tone.

the corners of azzi’s lips tip up, a smirk lurking on her face. “well, i ran into him today, at the movies. i was with my friend, and he wouldn’t stop bothering me.” azzi’s gaze drops to her bedroom floor, continuing, “when i finally told him to leave me alone, he called me a bitch, straight to my face.”

paige’s eyes widen, fury obvious on her features. her hands form fists, fingernails digging into her palms. “that fucking…” she trails off, not quite finding the word to describe him. nothing seems to capture the way she feels towards him at this very moment. “i’m so sorry, azzi. you shouldn’t have to put up with his shit. if he says anything else, please punch him in the face or i’ll do it myself.”

azzi chuckles, already feeling better now that she told her best friend. “oh really? what are you gonna do, fly down here and hunt him down?”

“if i was given the chance,” she smiles, although she is completely serious. she absolutely hates the thought of anyone being anything but nice to azzi— especially if being called names is involved. she desperately wishes she could’ve been there to defend azzi, to put jayden in his place.

“thank you, though. it’s nice knowing i have someone willing to defend me,” azzi says, voice low yet sincere.

“always,” paige says, meeting her eyes through the screen. god, she wants nothing more than to be with azzi right now— hug her tightly, soak up her warmth, press her lips to her soft skin.

the brunette leans against her bed, her curls framing her face. “i wish you were here,” she whispers.

“i wish i was there, too,” paige whispers back, scrunching her lips into a line.

a moment passes with the girls sitting in comfortable silence— paige shuts her eyes, tiredness slowly creeping in.

just as she’s about to let sleep overpower her, azzi speaks up, only loud enough for paige to hear. “what do you think we’d do if you were here, right now?”

paige bites her lip, opening her eyes to see half of the younger girl’s body in frame; she’s in tank top, no bra— paige’s cheeks redden at the sight. “i… don’t know, what would you wanna do?”

azzi shifts in her spot on her bed, “i would want to hug you first— obviously. hug you for hours, if i wished. i’d want to talk to you, in person, ‘cause it’s so different talking not being separated by a screen.”

paige nods, feeling the tension grow between them. “i agree, it is different. better.”

“right?” azzi says. “then i’d want to go to bed, watching a movie or something. not before we cuddle, of course— that’d be my favorite part.”

paige’s blush heightens, her face on fire at this point. she wants so badly for this to become reality; for her to be curled up next to azzi, feeling her body pressed up against hers. “mine too,” she mutters, hiding her face from azzi’s view.

paige begins to drift off, her exhaustion finally washing over her. azzi continues to stare at the blonde, admiration and longing coating her features.

minutes pass with azzi still watching her best friend, who’s sleeping peacefully with her lips slightly parted. azzi adjusts herself, making her position more cozy. a question suddenly forms in her head, deciding to speak up and wake paige.

“paige,” azzi shouts, causing stirs from the sleeping blonde. her eyes crinkle open, gazing down to her friend on the phone screen. “i have a question.”

“what’s up?” she replies, her voice is raspy and low.

“who was your first kiss with?”

paige’s eyes widen, as she is surprised azzi’s asking about anything related to her love life. red blossoms along her cheeks, since she automatically knows the answer, not needing to think about it.

“it was you,” she whispers, not meeting her eyes.

butterflies swirl in azzi’s stomach at her answer— one she did not expect. “that… that was your first kiss?” she asks, referring to their shared kiss all those months ago.

it’s unusual for them to bring up any slip up moments between them; they typically leave it alone, pretending it never happened in the first place.

“yeah,” she says, now embarrassed. “who was yours?”

azzi doesn’t hesitate, “it was you, too,” feeling sort of awkward.

paige scratches her head, unsure where this conversation is leading to. “i didn’t know that.”

“now you do,” she says, looking away.

silence stretches between them, heavy from the weight of the unspoken words. paige fidgets with her fingers, eyes wandering her room, as if searching for a distraction.

“i really didn’t think i was your first,” azzi finally speaks, her voice filled with something deeper, something indescribable.

“yeah, well.. it kinda just happened,” paige replies, pulse thumping. “guess we were caught up in the moment.”

azzi bites her lip, gaze flicking back to the blonde. “do you… regret it?”

paige lets a quiet sigh escape her lips, “no, az, i don’t.”

“me either,” the brunette agrees, “i’m glad it was you.”

paige’s breath hitches in her throat, not expecting those words to come out of her mouth. could azzi feel what she does? something more than friendship between them?

“me too,” paige says, “really glad.”

azzi doesn’t try to hide her smirk, pride bubbling around her. what she doesn’t tell paige, though, is just how glad she is that paige was her first. even more happy that azzi was hers. her mind constantly is taken back to the moment their lips connected— in a soft, meaningful kiss— causing her stomach to swirl with a deeper meaning, one she’s not ready to confront.

azzi’s eyelids slowly close, the world surrounding her being to fade until she’s fully asleep, with paige quietly sleeping on her phone, too.

paige sits on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to stifle her sobs. the sound of muffled crying echoes softly in her room.

suddenly, her bedroom door creaks open, and her mother steps in with a worried expression on her face, deepening as she stares at paige’s red eyes.

“paige, honey? what’s wrong?” she asks gently, her heart sinking at the sight of her daughter being so upset.

paige glances up at her mother, shallowing hard as nerves erupt in her stomach. she absolutely despises being caught so vulnerable, yet the weight of her feelings is quickly becoming unbearable for her to handle alone.

“mom..” paige whispers, unsure how to approach this conversation. “i think i’m…” just as she’s about to say it, she bursts into more sobs, her heart feeling abnormally heavy in her chest.

amy rubs her hand along paige’s arm, trying her best to soothe her daughter— to calm her down, somehow. “what is it? you’re worrying me, paige.”

paige draws her eyebrows together, taking a deep breath, preparing herself to say the words aloud.

“i think i’m inlove with azzi.”

amy smiles lightly, not seemed to be surprised whatsoever. she continues to run her hand up paige’s arm.

“please don’t hate me,” she says so softly amy thinks she must’ve imagined it. “i swear i tried to change— tried to change how i feel, but i can’t help it.”

“baby,” her heart breaking even more, “i would never hate you over someone you love. love is complicated— it’s okay to feel this way.”

paige wipes her eyes, the tension in her chest slowly easing. “i’m so scared azzi doesn’t feel the same,” she mutters, fear running through her veins, “what if i ruin everything?”

“paige, love is scary, but honesty is important,” amy replies, “you won’t know until you talk with her about it. but i don’t think you should worry about it too much— i’ve seen the way azzi looks at you.”

paige’s head snaps up, confusion swirling in her eyes. “what are you talking about?”

amy tilts her head, her smile only growing. “oh paige,” she sighs, “i’m sure you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

with that, amy leans down and lays a quick, motherly kiss on her daughter’s forehead, before getting up and walking towards the bedroom door.

paige watches her leave, with her lips parted, confusion still evident. she tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, her mind continuing to race from their previous conversation. what did she mean, the way she looks at you? paige is positive azzi doesn’t like her like that— her being nothing more than a good friend. she’s never said or done anything— besides their one slip up moment— to make paige think otherwise.

yet the harsh reality of azzi not feeling the way paige does still hurts more than imaginable. she doesn’t know if she can continue to only be friends with her, when she wants nothing more than to break through the friendship walls, developing into something more.

exhausted from all her crying, paige allows her eyes to shut, her world fading away into complete darkness.

FLASHBACK FROM USA BASKETBALL

paige bounces the ball repeatedly on the floor, listening to only the rubber hitting the hardwood and her chattering teammates from across the room. she’s practicing alone— due to the fact azzi hasn’t arrived quite yet— trying to perfect her shooting form before today’s game begins. each bounce grounds her, while her mind continues to race with thoughts of the upcoming game. she adjusts her stance, focusing on her grip and the arc of her shots. the conversations between her USA basketball teammates begin to fade into a background hum as she loses herself in the rhythm of the ball.

with each swish of the net, she feels a rush of confidence, imagining the scoreboard increasing in their favor.

as she inhales a deep breath and lines up another shot, the gym door swings open, and azzi— her best friend— strolls in.

the curly brunette places her belongings in the locker room, before coming out and immediately walking over to where paige is practicing.

“hey p!” azzi smiles at the blonde, “you ready for today’s game?”

paige matches her grin, eyes crinkling, “always.”

paige bounces the basketball over to azzi, to which she lines up at the 3 point line, adjusting her stance and throws it up with her perfect form. of course, the ball swishes through, barely hitting the rim.

“do you ever miss?” paige notes, playfully rolling her eyes at how talented azzi truly is.

“never,” azzi jokes, letting out a small chuckle at paige’s comment.

azzi can’t even explain how much she enjoys paige’s presence— regardless of the fact they only met two months ago. from the moment paige had the courage to walk up to azzi at the first tryouts, there was an unspoken, unexpected connection between the two. azzi loved the way paige approached the game with passion and determination, always pushing her to be better. and even though paige was constantly trying to improve azzi’s game, she would never miss an opportunity to compliment her— telling her how well her shooting really is, how good of a defender she is. azzi wholeheartedly loves that about her.

the coach eventually orders the team to line up, stretch, and begin warming up in preparation for the game in only an hour. throughout the course of their warm ups, paige would occasionally steal glances at azzi, trying to make out the unfamiliar feelings she got whenever she would simply look at her.

the game soon arrived, and the energy in the gym shifted. the buzz of anticipation fills the air as the crowd settles into their spots. paige feels her heart race, not just from the excitement of the game, but also from her connection with azzi.

as the whistle blew, paige takes her position as point guard on the court, adrenaline coursing through her veins. she makes sure to keep an eye on her friend, who radiates with a silent but determined confidence. each basket or play azzi made, paige felt a mix of admiration and something deeper— something she couldn’t quite name.

the game progresses, each play heightening with intensity. paige’s focus was unwavering as she executes her plays— passing to her open teammates as well as shooting some of her own— but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was about more than just basketball for her. when her and azzi shared glances from across the court, quick but encouraging, it felt like they had some sort of secret language, one that strengthened their bond.

as the third quarter riles down, paige finds herself winding down, letting the pace of the game slow. her gaze naturally locks on the brunette in the corner, then back up at the time— 5 seconds remaining. she throws it over to azzi, who’s already positioned at the 3 point line. she lets the ball leave her hands at a picture perfect arc, swooshing through the net.

the crowd erupts in cheers as the buzzer goes off, indicating the end of the third quarter. the players make their way to the bench, paige automatically rushing for the spot next to azzi. she wraps one arm around her friend’s shoulders, leaning in close.

“that was fucking incredible,” she says, a smile lingering on her lips.

azzi can’t help but blush at her words and the sincerity behind them. she looks down, yet can’t stop the growing grin on her face. she leans into paige’s touch, moving her legs closer so they brush against the blonde’s.

the smile paige wears spreads wider, her eyes crinkling at their closeness.

the two girls don’t pull away until the fourth quarter begins, both running out onto the court, into their positions to finish off the game. the memory of azzi’s leg on hers replays in paige’s mind— she doesn’t quite understand how something so insignificant, so small could have such an affect on her, yet it does.

the USA basketball match eventually comes to a close, with the team winning by 30 points— azzi secured 20 of her own, while paige had a close 18. the girls share rushed hugs before getting their belongings and walking back to the locker room. the exhilaration of the win buzzes off the team, soaking up the high.

once each player reaches the locker room, paige packs up her bag, silent but pleased with her performance. azzi does the same, all with a little smile in her expression.

after stuffing her belongings in her backpack, azzi casually walks over to her friend, eyes locked on her frame.

“hey p,” azzi says, “wanna hangout later?”

paige looks up at the brunette, who’s hair is slightly messy from the game but in a way she adores. “obviously,” she replies, like it was the stupidest question in the world. “what time you thinking?”

azzi glances around, thinking quietly to herself. “uh, maybe like 8? whenever you want.”

“that works with me,” paige answers, nodding her head.

the two girls walk out of the locker room, side by side, excitement radiating off them for them being together later. they’ve hung out almost everyday of the whole USA basketball season— ever since their meet back at the first tryout day— getting to know each other, finding themselves enjoying one another’s company more and more.

the night rolls around— 7:45, to be exact. paige changes into more comfortable clothing, a nike hoodie paired with sweatpants, along with her favorite slides she wears on the daily. her mother is already asleep quietly on the hotel bed, so she doesn’t worry about telling her she’s going to see azzi— not that she’d try to stop her.

she heads down to the hotel lobby, glancing around, looking for a familiar brunette. when she doesn’t see her, she pulls out her phone.

where u at? she hits send.

two minutes ago by with no response, only leaving paige more confused and wondering where she could be. she figures she’s still in her room, considering she did say 8, and she’s a little bit early—

those thoughts are cut off when a hand gently touches her back, fingers slightly gripping her hoodie.

“hey,” azzi smiles at paige, her dimples making an appearance. paige stares at her, in awe of her natural beauty.

“az,” paige whispers, trying to ignore how her heart races from azzi’s touch, “i was wondering where you were.”

the brunette laughs, eyes locked with paige’s blue ones. her hand lingers on paige’s back, the grip on her hoodie only deepening.

the two girls walk towards the hotel doors, where they’re met with a windy breeze of the night. when azzi figures her hand on paige’s back was too much, she lets go— but the blonde already misses her warm touch, so she throws her arm around her shoulders, pulling their bodies a little closer.

the cool of the evening air wraps around them, invigorating and fresh. unsure of where they’re walking to, azzi speaks up.

“where are we going?” azzi questions, turning her head to look at the girl, who’s only mere inches away.

“uh, i’m not sure,” paige trails off, “there’s a park near here. wanna go there?”

“sure, that’s fine.”

the pair continues their walk, not bothering to make conversation as they are comfortable in the silence. as they stroll through the softly lit streets, the quiet of the evening envelops them, punctuated only by the rustle of leaves. the park comes into view, which luckily has no one around.

azzi lets out a small sigh, feeling a sense of calming around her. she leaves paige’s arm that was once wrapped around her shoulders to walk over to the swing set.

she sits on an empty swing, glancing around at her surroundings— the dim light casting soft shadows across the ground. the air is crisp, and the faint smell of grass fills her lungs. azzi gently sways back and forth, her feet barely grazing the ground.

paige watches her for a moment, a smile creeping onto her face. she quickly joins her, taking the swing right next to her.

“what’s been your favorite part of this whole USA thing?” azzi suddenly asks, turning her head towards the blonde.

paige doesn’t need to think about her answer. “meeting you,” she whispers, eyes locking with azzi’s.

butterflies erupt in the younger girl’s stomach, her smile dropping as heat creeps up her neck. she didn’t expect paige to say something quite like that.

the silence between them lingers for a minute, before paige gets up, walking until she reaches a patch of empty grass.

azzi, confused, scrunches her eyebrows downward. she hesitantly stands, joining her friend. paige lies down on the grass— azzi soon joins her, their shoulders barely touching yet the little contact still sends shivers down her spine. they lay there, looking up at the vast night sky dotted with stars.

with the moon casting a light on azzi’s face, paige turns her head to face her, eyes solely focused on the girl beside her. her profile is illuminated by the moonlight, making her features pop. and in this moment, in this lighting, she figures she could stay here forever— right alongside azzi, her best friend, who has never looked prettier.

“it’s beautiful,” azzi whispers, her voice light as she takes in the scene.

“yeah, it really is,” paige replies, although her gaze is on azzi.

a comfortable silence suffocates them once again, but this time it feels charged. paige’s thoughts drift as she painfully tears her eyes off the girl besides her, looking back up at the sky. her heart flutters in a way that’s both exhilarating and terrifying, trying to navigate her feelings that’s making her question if she only views azzi as strictly a friend.

despite the burning tension, azzi reaches for the blonde’s hand, intertwining their fingers tightly.

“meeting you was my favorite, too,” azzi whispers so lightly, paige wonders if she actually said it. “everytime i’m with you, everything feels more alive. i feel more alive. i never knew i could feel that way.”

paige swears her heart stops in her chest in this moment— she forgets to breath as she’s so taken aback at azzi’s words. she squeezes the brunette’s hand, her thumb gently rubbing the knuckles. she looks over at azzi, her lips parted, still in shock.

she turns her body to lay on her side, fully facing the girl. her eyes never waver as she stares at azzi, holding her heart in her hands.

azzi matches her doing, shifting onto her side, facing the older girl as well. she rests her head on one hand, while the other is still clutching paige’s in a strong grip.

in this moment, in the darkness with the moonlight casting a light on the pair, paige realizes she’s inlove with her. inlove with the girl in front of her, her closest friend— azzi. every shared laugh, every whispered secret, every lingering glance floods her mind, reshaping their memories into something deeper, something she never had the courage to confront. the way azzi’s dimply smile brightens the night and the warmth of her presence feels like home, igniting a fire within paige that she can no longer ignore.

as she watches azzi, illuminated by the silvery glow, a rush of hope and fear intertwines in her chest, knowing deep down that this realization has the potential to change everything between them.

the air is thick with unspoken words, a tension that both excites and scares her senseless, leaving her suspended in a moment that feels like an ending, but also a beginning.

[pupkashi]

scrapbooks

satoru doesn’t get the point of scrapbooks, until he does

a/n: hi hi ! wrote this silly little thing on a whim, i hope u guys like it !! plz let me know what y’all think :3

wordcount: 1,013

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satoru claims he’s not a sentimental person.

what’s so great about life that you’d want to be reminded of daily tasks?

he never kept receipts, he never took pictures, never kept any souvenirs. saturo was simply not a nostalgic or sentimental person

you were the most sentimental person he’d ever met.

every outing he’d ever seen you at you were talking selfies with friends, stuffing receipts in your pockets and any other little things. he still recalls the look on your face when he caught you shoving a small flower into your bag, ‘it’s for my scrapbook’ you had explained, smiling up at him nervously.

life is so fleeting, why wouldn’t you want to remember every passing moment with those you love and care for?

anytime the two of you left tokyo for missions together, he always ended up in a gift shop, him trailing you as you bought souvenirs for the others, getting yourself a postcard to write on, documenting the day and placing it in a box in your room.

satoru wasn’t sentimental, until he found himself falling in love.

he found himself pulling his phone out a bit more often, “pose guys!” he grinned, the camera already flashing as his friends laughter echoed in his ears, your giggles making his smile grow even wider.

after the two of you went to watch a movie together, he caught himself putting the ticket stub gently behind his black card in his wallet. the polaroid picture of the two of you from last month staring him in the face anytime he opened his wallet.

he has a pressed rose petal nestled in the pages of his brand new scrapbook, a reminder of the day he asked you to be his.

you didn’t catch onto his antics until after one of your dates, satoru reaching for the receipt before you could.

“oh! can i keep it?” you giggled, “I wanna put in my scrapbook rather than you just throwing it out.” satoru’s ears burning red as he held the receipt.

in the two seconds he stared at the receipt his mind raced. what should he say? ‘no i wanna keep this to remember this date years to come’ or maybe ‘yeah sure.’ does he play it cool? should he keep his newfound nostalgic side a secret?

“i wasn’t gonna throw it out” he smiled sheepishly, “i started uh keeping stuff.”

“really?”

“really” he laughs, smiling at you when your mouth hangs open a bit. “is it so hard to believe that i would have a scrapbook of my own?” he pouts.

“you have a scrapbook?” you grin, eyes widening. satoru’s blush only grew deeper, lips pouting a bit as he turned to look to the side.

“i mean yeah it’s not anything crazy” he mumbles, fiddling with the receipt in his hands, “sometimes you just wanna remember things or whatever.”

you found it hard to believe that the man sat across from you was the same one who had groaned when you made him stop for souvenirs on your first mission together.

“did you replace my satoru? should i be concerned right now?” you tease, narrowing your eyes at him.

satoru can only roll his eyes, stuffing the receipt into his pocket before standing up and holding his hand out for you.

“so I’m your satoru now?” he smiles, the bright red reducing itself to a tinge of pink as he teases you, his usual cockiness returning with the glint in his eyes.

“we are dating aren’t we?” you quipped, eyes narrowing at him as the two of you walked into the warm air outside. “or are you trying to imply you aren’t mine” you pout, a dramatic sigh leaving your lips as you turn to face opposite satoru.

“cmon sweetheart you know I’m all yours” he smiles, his arm wrapping around your waist and much too easily pulling you into his chest. “no one else for me but you,” his words sincere as they settle on your ears, your heart thumping against your rib cage as you smile up at him.

satoru wishes he could capture the look in your eyes, the glimmer of galaxies that he could spend hours on end exploring. he wishes he could have this moment engraved into his heart and never forget even a second of the day.

but then again, he thinks that anytime he’s around you. he wishes he could keep photos of everytime you smile, he wishes he could record every second of your laughter and tattoo the way you smile up at him when he flusters you.

life with you moved quickly in the best ways possible, he found the moments around you too fleeting for his liking.

satoru found himself taking pictures and videos anytime the two of you were out or together, a whole album full of you and whatever the two of you were doing. his scrapbook is slowly filling up with receipts, letters, flower petals, and everything that makes up your relationship.

and it’s as he’s snapping a picture of you reading, in the comfort of your shared home that he finally understands.

love is what makes life so great.

you are what makes life so amazing. you make him want to remember every second of everyday. you make him want to recall the dozens of times the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, washing and drying dishes. you made him want to cherish the normalcy of everyday life and fleeting moments.

satoru gojo is sentimental.

and he’s reminded of that with every picture he takes of his students, friends and his lover. he’s reminded of the fact when he stuffs receipts into his pockets and souvenirs into the shopping cart.

more importantly, he’s reminded of that when he’s looking at you, like you hung the moon and painted the sky full of stars. he’s trying his best to memorize your every feature, the shape and tint of your lips and the hue of your eyes.

satoru gojo was in love, and it made him want to remember every second of everyday.

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[blossoms-phan]

speaking my truth. i know we’re having fun clowning and some ppl think they’ve just going to forget about joining it but if they just wanted to use it to lurk or personally or whatever dan would’ve made his user danisnotonsky or some shit the fact that he asked a phannie for the user and said he would let phil know someone was holding his… not that they shy away from being themselves or posting whatever tf they want on their actual twitters/social media accounts but it is my sincere wish that the small pool of phannies gathering on bluesky rn is for them to make accounts and be just like so parasocial mutually with us as well away from all the eyes of normies and colleagues on their regular socials… i can just see the posts when they inevitably try a recipe from the phookbook one day y’all catch my drift

[sufferu]

Alright. Y’all asked for it. I’ve edited it down a bit so that it doesn’t spoil HOW things got this way (or exactly what happened), but…here’s an idea of where this is going.

Content Warning: bedridden injuries, medical dependency

Back to Zero III: Chapter 1 Snippet (Wilhelm)

“You don’t have to…” Subaru couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Wilhelm glanced at his very extensive injuries, which had been enough to leave him bedridden and were so complex that even Felix was finding the healing process difficult. Such injuries meant that the task of feeding himself — of holding a utensil, of lifting it to his mouth, of keeping the meal from spilling across his lap — all of it was beyond him.

“I believe I do,” he said. He picked up the spoon and began to stir the broth.

Wilhelm was so angry. He was ashamed, too — tremendously so. But he didn’t mind it, so much, that he was the one who had been put in charge of caring for the youth. He was the obvious choice, considering that he was the one who had made an active and sincere declaration of intent to adopt the boy into his household, but he was grateful for it all the same. Spoon-feeding him wasn’t a chore: seeing Subaru eat a full meal made him feel too warm for him to call it that. Neither was reading to him in an attempt to put a smile on his face. Helping Ferris and the other healers keep him and his bedding clean, making sure he was as comfortable as he could possibly be, standing guard all through the night — none of it was something he dreaded, not really. If the circumstances had been different — if Subaru has simply fallen ill, or gotten himself injured due to his own reckless behavior — Wilhelm may have even considered this a treasured memory in the making, the sort that he would tease his beloved future grandson about for the rest of his life. He may have considered it so even now, if only Subaru’s eyes weren’t so dull with despair and helplessness.

A bit of soup had dribbled down Subaru’s chin. Wilhelm gently used the napkin to wipe it clean. Subaru barely even responded, eyes dull and glazed over. He had swallowed most of it, though, which was at least something.

“Your stomach has been hurting you, right?” Wilhelm encouraged. “Mise broth is good for the gut. It should help you feel better.”

It was a liquid diet. Subaru couldn’t handle anything solid, and likely wouldn’t be able to for a long while. Wilhelm wished he could give him cake, or a cookie, or any other proper sweet, but for now they had to play it safe. They had given him ginger, chicken, and now mise broth, so he was at least getting a variety of meals even with his limited capacity, but Wilhelm wouldn’t have blamed him in the slightest for still complaining about it.

…He wished Subaru would complain about it. He barely said anything anymore, and when he did—

“Thank you, Wilhelm-san,” Subaru whispered quietly, as uncharacteristically polite and demure as he always was, nowadays. Wilhelm forced himself not to flinch as he set down the empty bowl, spoon clinking softly against the side.

He never mouthed off anymore, or tried to do things he knew he wasn’t supposed to do, or complained about anything. He never lashed out, either. Even when he had nightmares and Wilhelm had to rush to wake him up, all he did was apologize for disturbing him, his eyes still wild and his voice still hoarse from screaming in terror and pain. He didn’t even cry anymore.

Wilhelm now found himself wishing more than anything that Subaru would go back to acting like a brat. That he would mouth off, demand to be spoiled, throw a tantrum when he didn’t get his way — even him hinting at attempting to sneak out behind everyone’s backs again would be a change that Wilhelm would greet with relief. Hell, Subaru could start acting like a real delinquent if he wanted to: picking fights, breaking expensive heirlooms, sneaking off with prostitutes, Wilhelm would put up with all of it. ANYTHING would be better than this — this glassy-eyed doll that had lost all of its will to live.

“…Once you’re better, we can start training again,” he relented, extending the offer like an olive branch. “Ferris is a good healer. You’ll be able to use a sword again, I’m sure.” He’d be nicer this time. He wouldn’t— There was no need to kick Subaru while he was down. “We can start slow, this time: I’m afraid I may have thrown you into the deep end a little too early, anyway. We could even ask Julius and Reinhard to come and join us, if you’d like—”

“I don’t think I want to train anymore.”

Wilhelm stopped.

Subaru wasn’t looking at him. “I’m not actually interested in being a swordsman,” he admitted. “I think I was just trying to prove something. I was using you as an excuse to say that I was working hard, to try and…and make Emilia like me again. I was never really cut out to be a soldier like you. …I’m sorry.”

This was the conclusion that Wilhelm had been wanting Subaru to draw since their very first session. For Subaru to have come to the conclusion that he didn’t want to be a swordsman, that he didn’t want to fight, that he didn’t want to die — that had been his goal. This was what he had wanted. Somehow, his achievement of this result felt less like a triumph and more like a devastating failure.

“…Alright,” he said quietly.

(What had he done?)

[loveebot]

bunny!reader

“every girl gets her wish” by lana del rey. mink lashes. stomps (thumps) her foot when things don’t go her way. pink bows. sweet scents. any kind of high heel. works in a little boutique (to hopefully become a designer). pretty pink lip combo. mini skirts. wears her man’s initial everywhere (necklace, belly piercing, etc). loves using her pink ipad. low cut, slim fit shirts. her nose twitches when she feels a particular emotion strongly. born into the soft + pampered lifestyle (“no” isn’t in her vocab, babied lots, separate closet for shoes, etc). sweetheart. hates when her man doesn’t baby her, “why’re y’being so mean?”.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🐇 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — he lovesss dumbing things down for you. he likes to feel like he’s in charge, since being the middle triplet means most people overlook him. but he’s also very understanding, so when you throw bitch fits, he can usually calm you down. but when he’s having a bad day, like his brothers pissed him off, he doesn’t have time for your bratty attitude. it’s easily solved by him fucking you deep and slow; if that doesn’t work, you’re in a mating press being fucked practically into your bed.

w/ chris — y’all are soo good together. you usually don’t catch on to simple things, or need him to explain certain things about his career, and you both enjoy it when he explains it to you with the lost look you give him. he loves when you catch a brattitude with him. it turns him on actually; if it were anyone else he’d be pissed, but he knows you’re usually doing it just so he’ll fuck you. but on the off chance you’re being sincere, just know you’re tied up and being teased for a longg time.

w/ nate — people wouldn’t really picture you guys together because you both are kind of…lost on some things. but really it’s just cute to watch the both of you be confused on simple things. you usually don’t need catch an attitude with him. he’s never away for long period of time and mostly does everything you ask; plus he’s really cute. but when nate’s a little more grown, he doesn’t just take your brattiness and actually starts saying “no”. which obviously pisses you off, and when he’s decided that he’s had enough of you and your whining, you’re bent over his lap he’s punishing you good.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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[inkpot909]

First Love Headcanons: Pannacotta Fugo x Reader

↳ Gender neutral reader.

A/n: This was so much fun to write! Fugo is such an interesting character to write for that I couldn’t help but fuss over this one for a good while. I hope y’all enjoy it as well. <3

Warning(s): None.

It started out innocently enough, as Fugo is not the type to fall in love overnight.

Curiosity itself is a perfectly normal reaction to have regarding a new member of Bucciarati’s team. Fugo is no exception to this, as he no doubt harbored questions about you when you initially joined.

That said, his approach is different compared to the others on the team. If you join after Mista, Narancia, and Abbacchio, they do just fine on their own intimating you at the very start.

Past the initial meeting, where some lighthearted hazing is likely to occur from everyone, Fugo sees no reason to contribute to any form of poking and prodding outside of missions. You already have to get used to so many strong personalities at once, after all.

He’s been with Bucciarati since the formation of his team, so he’s quite accustomed to getting used to someone new being around. Hell, if he wasn’t so closed off, he would’ve thought to feel bad for you.

Due to the walls he’s long put up, he prefers to remain observant from afar for a good while. Regardless of when you enter the picture, he’s going to keep his distance.

He’s not as good at reading people as someone like Giorno, but he trusts what he can decipher.

This will likely result in Fugo making some assumptions about you prior to the two of you finding equal footing. Whether or not his judgements turn out correct is unknown to you, as he doesn’t care share them with you to begin with.

This does lead to some aspects of your personality to be surprising to him. Nothing bad, just little details about you that he wasn’t expecting.

Your hobbies may be what’s shocking, or perhaps the type of media you prefer to consume. Little aspects of life and personality that unfold because of how much time the team spends together. The discovery of such things is what likely makes him feel more inclined to get to know you better.

Little by little, Fugo will eventually start including you in conversations and vise versa. Especially when Narancia and Mista are involved, he begins to turn to you it in an attempt to keep himself sane:

Mista and Narancia’s relentless chatter is still intimating.

How can you even approach a guy like Mista? He’s more than proven himself to be the type that says anything and everything that pops into his brain. Although he is certainly the relaxed type, his words can be quite vicious if he’s in the mood to tease and you just so happen to be in his line of sight. Sit him next to a full-time enabler like Narancia, and the two can go off on pretty much any topic imaginable.

Their conversations at the dinner table are wild, spontaneous, and still- even after more than a month of knowing them -manage to catch you off guard. Sometimes it’s thought-provoking and other times… not so much.

Which leads to their current conversation, one you sincerely wish wouldn’t take place while you’re trying to eat.

“I’m just saying-“ Mista argues, waving his fork in the air, “If it promotes a soothing and relaxing environment within the human body, I don’t see why it’s so unbelievable that it could also theoretically resonate with your bowels as well.”

“Yeah, maybe-“ Narancia rolls his eyes, “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna make you crap your freaking pants! That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous; it’s psychology.” Mista retorts, raising a brow. His smug expression does nothing to convince you, or a bewildered Fugo sitting next to you, his knowledge on the subject. But it is enough to grind Narancia’s gears, which ultimately, is probably the key to his actual intent.

Still… you think, staring at your food with a pinched nose. It’s the brown noise. They’re actually trying to prove or disprove the psychological effects of the brown noise. Why on earth… no, how on earth can either of them discuss such a thing with a straight face?

“What kind of messed up psychoglogy-“

“Psychology,” Fugo cuts in with a sigh.

“-Yeah, whatever,” Narancia dismisses with a wave of his hand, “What kind of messed up psycho-logically are you reading up on?”

Grunting in frustration, Fugo drops his forehead onto the table with an exaggerated thud. Mista and Narancia continue to argue amongst the two of them, but you instead direct your attention to the grumbling blonde.

“Umm… Fugo?” you ask, hesitant to even address him.

He raises his head from the table, looking at you with desperation in his dark violet eyes. “Please don’t tell me you think this is worth discussing.”

You raise both your hands in the air. “Are you kidding? I just wanted to eat, but apparently that’s unheard of here.”

Sighing once more, he runs his hand through his hair. His hand stops at his neck and rubs the back of it. “Trust me, I don’t get them either,” he shakes his head, hand finally returning to his lap, “I’m glad you don’t encourage this nonsense, though.”

You let out a chuckle, a little surprised. Sure, you’ve spoken with Fugo before, but hardly ever this casually. The notion brings a tiny smile to your face. “I can’t believe you’d ever think I would,” you reply lightheartedly.

“Well, hanging around these two must be making me lose critical thinking skills… my apologies,” he replies. Despite his words, a smile crawls it’s way onto his face too.

Casual conversations held between the two of you opens the door to the beginning of a genuine friendship.

Unlike Abbacchio, Fugo knows better than to be contrarian to everything you say and do just because you’re new. Considering his intellect, he has always done his best to be objective. And there eventually comes a point where, upon reflection, he figures that you’re alright.

By then, off missions, he started asking you- quite bluntly -questions about yourself.

Although forward, he won’t overwhelm you all at once. From time to time, you might catch him staring at you thoughtfully out the corner of your eye (Do not bring this up to him; he will deny it to his grave). A round of questions often followed his stares.

And it’s when he feels he really knows you on a personal level that he’s able to truly relax around you.

He started greeting you with the same kindness and courtesy he offers the others. He gave you encouragement throughout both your private and work life… a lot of it. Turning to you during conversations comes to be as natural as it is for anyone else on the team.

Fugo’s caring side may be blocked off behind walls he keeps up for the sake of self preservation and the result of an unhappy childhood, but once you’re allowed to peek beyond them, his sweetness really knows no limit.

And it’s through his behavior that developing feelings start to shine through.

Fugo’s not going to at all realize his feelings toward you until the truth is smacking him across the face. But his actions show a certain kind of fondness before he himself recognizes anything.

His expressed love languages are most commonly words of affirmation and acts of service. This is very much so the case in the early stages of him developing feelings.

The words of affirmation were never explicitly affectionate, but always careful and supportive.

Fugo beats himself up over his temper often, so when he can think straight, he’s using his mind to its full extent. In other words, because he’s easily blinded by rage, he chooses his words very carefully whenever he can.

So after a particularly rough mission, he may get upset at one point or another. During the quiet moments after the fact, when adrenaline isn’t flowing any longer, he always gives credit where credit is due. He’ll gently comment on your work throughout the job, expressing he thought you did good with examples to boot.

Or it can be something as simple as offering you a job well done after making yourself a dinner.

From always holding his tongue unless he disagreed with your actions or input, to showering you with praise constantly. It comes to him so naturally he doesn’t even think twice.

And soon, even others in the group start to take notice:

“I don’t wanna do this right now… Fugo’s not even here yet, can’t I just wait?” Narancia whines.

His head is resting on top of an open notebook, his right cheek squished against crumpled paper. Pencil lead is smushed on his cheek, but pointing out he’s likely ruining his work would be a waste of time.

Resting your elbows on the table, you give Narancia a playful smile. “He’s supposed to get here with Abbacchio in thirty minutes. You know you should’ve gotten more done by now…”

Narancia let out an obnoxious groan, rolling his head onto his opposite cheek so he no longer has to look you in the eye.

“Narancia…��� you sigh, smile falling. “I’m sorry if it seems harsh, but Fugo asked me to make sure you practiced on his recent lesson. He and Abbacchio are out doing the heavy lifting for the team right now, so it’s the least I can do.”

Narancia replies, but mutters it out so quietly you don’t pick up on his words.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he says at a volume you can hear, half bitter and half teasing.

“Narancia-“

“I said,” he lifts his head from the table, “You think like that ‘cause he’s always so nice to you.”

“What?” you blurt, heart skipping a beat.

“He compliments you all the time,” he chuckles. The smugness in his tone only grows, and as he continues, heat rushes to your cheeks. “‘Oh, Y/n, you did such a good job today, Y/n.’ And, ‘Oh, Y/n, you’re so very smart why don’t you help out Narancia?’ And who could forget, ‘Oh, Y/n, you look very beautiful today. Why don’t you kiss me on my big fat mouth?’”

“H-He doesn’t say that!” you exclaim, absentmindedly pulling at your fingertips underneath the safety of the tablecloth.

“You gotta know what I mean, though!” he insists. Pausing in order to read your expression, another laugh escapes him. “What? You haven’t noticed?”

“Umm, well.” Your lips pucker out, unsure if you should feel intrigued or embarrassed. After a short pause, you continue, “Fugo compliments everyone; including you… you know? He believes you can do this. He wouldn’t put care into teaching you if he didn’t. And I’ve seen what you’ve accomplished myself too. I certainly know you can get this.”

“You’re changing the subject,” he points out.

“And that not what you’re trying to do?” you ask, gesturing towards his notebook.

Narancia blinks dumbly, bewildered by your response. For a moment, you become pleased with yourself. Seemingly, you’d backed him into a corner and couldn’t help but be a little proud of yourself for it.

“You really don’t know…” he utters, eyes suddenly brightening.

Wait, what? you think, confidence quickly dwindling.

A fit of laughter erupts from him, kicking his feet in the limited space underneath the table. The movement halts your hands. His chair creaks and squeaks in distress, quickly quieting down when he once again slams both feet back on the floor.

He eagerly hunches over his notebook, eyes wide. Snatching up his pencil, he finally begins scribbling on the paper once more.

You’re left staring at him in awe. “What…? So now… you’re good then? You’re just… you’re just going to continue your work?”

Narancia lets out another laugh. “Ha! Well, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can tell Mista about this. I can’t believe you’re so clueless!”

Narancia is calling you clueless… yikes.

The confusion you may have felt that afternoon is nothing compared to Fugo’s reeling mind when the others started pointing things out and teasing him over his supposed affection.

Fugo doesn’t remember when it started, but they didn’t wait long after noticing his feelings to begin teasing him over them.

He would cross his arms, turning away with an annoyed expression while a pool of denials flood from his mouth. With a reaction like that, Narancia and Mista especially enjoyed pushing his buttons on the subject.

Abbacchio would partake in teasing as well in his own little way. Namely, he began making straight-faced comments and turning smug the moment Fugo’s voice raises. Bucciarati mostly keeps quiet on the matter, but no one could miss the fond grin he wears when the others get on his case.

Once, Giorno called you Fugo’s boyfriend/girlfriend. A bashed remote and a broken plate later, Fugo is shocked to learn Giorno wasn’t picking on him and genuinely thought the two of you were together.

The guy must be either super egotistical or is just not at all used to being wrong about this kind of thing, Fugo distinctly thought.

But of course he’s wrong about this! Everyone’s comments made no sense to him at all! There’s no way he felt that much towards you. That kind of thing… is not for him. He may take note when someone’s attractive, but he’s never really thought too seriously about romantic relationships. Just because you’re attractive, doesn’t mean-

Nope… nope, nope, nope, nope. He’s not touching that one with a ten foot pole. No way.

But by the next time he’s helping you with dishes the concept pops into his brain. When he’s dotting on you after a mission it’s plaguing his mind. And he can’t help but notice how meticulous he is when retrieving your additions to the group’s grocery list.

Shit.

Fugo doesn’t know what to think. He really… does go out of his way for you at times. Well, okay, all the time. Looking back, he finds some of his actions to be a little embarrassing. And the more the notion is stuck in his brain, the more he starts understanding that he really does care about you more than just as a friend.

Which is a whole other problem. Fugo’s going to get completely stuck in his own head.

This is the very first time he’s felt this way about someone, and he’s a mess over his lack of knowledge on the subject.

Because what the hell is he supposed to do? Tell you…? Don’t be ridiculous. That notion is met with a mocking tone, as if the mere idea of doing so is itself far too absurd.

But still… there’s this overwhelming urge telling him he has to do something. According to the others he’s already doing something, apparently. But you’re not saying anything about it. Wouldn’t you say something about it if you noticed? What if you never notice on your own? You won’t know unless he makes some sort of move…. but surely that would cause the sky to fall and mark the beginning of end times.

It’s a real echo chamber of insecurity in his head.

Yet… he feels a weird compulsion to be closer to you despite himself. He gets a weirdly beautiful feeling when he’s around you and it flutters his heart so much he doesn’t want to just let it go. It’s brand new to him, and as much as he stresses, he holds onto his affection tight.

Even though it’s more annoying than not, the others are consistent enough with their jabs that it gives Fugo hope that just maybe…

One of the only times Bucciarati explicitly commented on it himself, he mentioned that he believes Fugo’s frustration with his feelings will eventually pass.

The tone he carried indicated that he must know something that Fugo doesn’t, which only made his mind run wild further. Because if you’re going to tell anyone on the team about your feelings, it would probably be him.

Regardless of how much Fugo begs, Bucciarati doesn’t confirm nor deny that hunch. He’s rather adamant that Fugo should just “Ask Y/n and find out on your own.”

And after months of pushing, the others begin echoing that sentiment.

The likelihood of him making the first move is still slim, he figures, but he does hold onto hope that he’ll get a chance one day. Daydreams and “what if” scenarios are a common occurrence for him.

He procrastinates waits for the perfect opportunity, but it never seems to come. Mista mocks him for it, laughing that “There’s no such thing as a perfect opportunity.” Fugo only grows more defensive in response.

I’m already so nervous about expressing myself to Y/n, Fugo fusses, I don’t know what I’d do if I mess this up. If I can’t sweep them off their feet, how can I even-

“Pannacotta?” you ask, pulling him away from his thoughts.

He blinks a couple of times, focusing his attention back on you.

When Giorno is absent, Fugo’s the best source of first aid on the team. All you had to do was walk up to him, apologetic and sheepish. Without a word, he eagerly jumped at the opportunity to help patch you up after a particularly rough mission. It’s the closest he ever physically gets to you.

He calmly led you into a bathroom, gesturing for you to sit atop the sink. His fingers were light and gentle as he worked with what he has on hand. You gave him reassurance that Giorno will likely return soon, so he has no need to stress.

A smile played on his lips, thankful that you know him well enough to guess his own worry.

But slowing movements and focused eyes told you his mind began wandering elsewhere. The cutely taken aback expression on his face after you spoke up is also more than enough evidence to confirm your suspicion.

“You with me?” you ask, playfully trying to get him to respond.

You’re not used to him being this quiet after you’ve gotten hurt. He either talks you through the pain or feels the need to give a lecture. Even when Giorno’s healing you, he’s right by your side whenever he can. Just the thought of his usual behavior can bring warmth to your heart.

“My apologies, you’re just distracting,” he says, hands immediately snapping from your person. Oh god, oh god, it’s not like him to speak without thinking. He stutters trying to cover up his words and only digs a bigger hole for himself in the process. “I-I mean you’re distracted- I’m distracted.”

You laugh, but it dies out fast as you clutch your side at the sting of pain rippling though your body. Fugo’s hands instinctively fly to your side as well, his fingertips brushing up against your own.

Slowly, he lifts his head only to meet your gaze closer to him than it was mere moments ago. You seem just as surprised as he is, and there’s a brief pause while both of you wait for the other to pull away.

Neither of you do.

He’s so close he can feel your breath fanning his face. Normally his face would burn red and he’d retreat to his bedroom as soon as he could, where he’d proceed to reply the moment in his head for the rest of the night. But your eyes… your breathtaking gaze is locked on his own so intently he can’t bring himself to pull away.

And they give him courage he never knew he has.

With a nervous gulp, he leans forward and plants a single kiss to your lips. His own lips are unimaginably soft and hesitant, yet linger against your own longingly. Even when he pulls away far too soon, his nose nuzzles against yours as he plays with the idea of brushing his lips against yours again.

Just to have felt you… to have the briefest taste of what it’s like being closer to you than anyone else he’s ever known before…

“I-“ he pulls himself away, joy dissolving into self-consciousness. You open your mouth to speak, but in his haste, he cuts you off by accident, “I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You… didn’t want to?”

Your reply is spoken in a whisper, voice so faint not even someone standing in the doorway could pick up on it. Fugo’s heart thuds against his ribcage at the crestfallen look on your face. Are you… really disappointed? He’s understanding this correctly… right?

There’s no time to think, and once again he lets his mouth move faster than his mind. “Well, I… you deserve better, you know?” he reasons, “I should’ve explained myself first and then asked… not just go for it… you know. This- I-… I’m not doing this right, aren’t I?”

You adjust yourself on the sink top, glancing away from him for only a second. “If you were to have explained yourself… what would you have said?” you gently plead.

“I-…” he shakes his head.

“Please, Pannacotta, I want to know…”

“I-…” he starts again, taking in a deep breath, “I think I would’ve said… that I think you’re very remarkable. That I’ve never met someone like you before… someone who makes me feel this way… someone who makes me-… umm…”

A hopeful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you finish for him, “Makes you… want to kiss me?”

He nods, clearing his throat for a couple moments too long. “Not just that, though… you know? It makes me want to take care of you and look after you if I may. I-I-“ he hesitates, “I’m sorry… I’ve thought about this for so long. What I’d say to you if… if I got the impression that you wanted to hear it.”

“I do want to hear it,” you tell him, still grinning from ear to ear, “Pannacotta… I’ve been wanting to say something too for a while now. But you’ve taken the words right out of my mouth.”

He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for your hand reaching out and holding his with a gentle squeeze.

“I like you a lot…” you softly confess, “And I need you to know that. It’s always really cute to see you so shy… but for a moment I got to see you push yourself a little. And I think that was beautiful.”

His head falls, staring down at your interlocked hands. Your words stir something within him, taking a tiny step forward in trying to grasp that burst of confidence he felt when he kissed you. “You’re beautiful…” he mumbles, squeezing your hand.

Just a quick glance your way, a brief view of the bright smile on your face, is the best reassurance he could’ve hoped for. He took the plunge, and not only is chaos not ascending to the world’s surface, but his eyes finally open to the affection you feel for him in return.

He ultimately had a love-hate relationship with the way he feels about you before anything concrete happened between the two of you, but that didn’t stop him for falling for you more and more.

And with hindsight, he’s a little timid over not having told you how he feels sooner. But it doesn’t consume him as it may once have before.

With you now at his side, you his and him yours, his heart can only flutter with joy at the prospect of finding his first love.

[thepepsislvt]

RRRRRROBERRT

can i get some law x ftm reader w mutual pining where they’re both too bad at feelings to actually approach each other with anything, but the whole crew is like “…y’all are boning, right?” BC ITS SO OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE BUT THEM 😭

yes you can my good sir

Law X Reader (no pronouns mentioned)

Mutual pinning!

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, shachi, penguin

word count: 803

The entire crew knew that Law and Y/n both liked each other. It was painfully obvious. Right?

Well apparently not because Y/n and Law did not know of each other feelings. They thought they were just friends with absolutely no feelings. I mean it was hard to tell with Law since he hated being around people.

Right?

Well, Shachi and Penguin seem to think otherwise. They always seem to think they’re always right. Even when you know they’re wrong. You were hoping they were right about this one. And you were also hoping that the two would stop asking if “y’all were boning”

Every day you fall deeper in love with him. The way he talks and stands. Every small glance he gives you makes you feel like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Everything about him was just perfect. you just wish you had the words to tell him how much he meant to you. Little did you know that Law was thinking the same thing about you.

Tonight was an exhausting one, the entire crew had just helped the Straw Hats on Punk Hazard, and now everyone was trying to relax. Most everyone had fallen asleep except for You, Bepo, and your Captain. You and Law were sitting across from each other not saying a word. As the silence began to grow you started to overthink your entire relationship with your captain. ‘Did you hate him?

Or was it just because you were stubborn and weren't as open as you were to him as the rest of the crew?’

As you continued to think about everything you looked up at his face without even realizing you were

‘What was there to hate about him anyway? Sure he was quiet and cold but what if you got him to break out of his shell a bit? Maybe you could see how he was behind his cold yellow eyes… and his fluffy black hair… his hair did look soft. I wonder what it would feel like to run your hand through it. Would he enjoy it? would he hate it? maybe relax into your touch? maybe lead to something slightly less innocent?’

As you were lost in your thoughts you didn't realize that your captain had called your name and you surely didn't realize it when he moved closer to you until he placed a hand on your shoulder. You quickly snapped out of your trance and looked to see that your captain was right in front of you, looking into your eyes. You couldn't help but become flustered by his closeness.

“You alright?” He asked in a voice that sounded monotone as usual but you could hear the genuine sincerity and concern behind it.

Without thinking you shrug his hand off your shoulder to try and keep up your tough act even though a part of you broke when you feel his hand leave. You mentally curse yourself for that.

“I'm fine” you say quietly, turning your head away from him so he doesn't see the blush on your face

You felt him move to sit next to you. Nothing was said between the two of you for what felt like hours before you decided to move closer to him, closing the space between the two of you. with your head being turned away from him still you missed the confused look he gave you. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a dull knife.

“You know you can talk to me right?” Law said, finally breaking the awkward silence. You finally turned back to look at him. “Contrary to what you think, I care about you like the rest of my cr-”

He was cut off abruptly by the feeling of your lips on his. As soon as your lips met you quickly realized what you were doing and moved away from him quickly. You put your face in your hands, mumbling apologies. Law just rolled his eyes and kissed the top of your head. He grabbed one of your hands away from your face and interlaced it with his.

“About time you did something, Bepo was going insane” he said quietly to you. You chuckled a bit at the thought of Bepo pulling his fur out over the two of you. “It may take time but we will work on us together”

With that you laid your head on his shoulder, finally embracing him like you wanted to for so long. The two of you close your eyes and take in each other's presence without noticing the presence of a certain polar bear who is trying to keep quiet to not ruin the peace between you two. You can finally rest peacefully.

[lady-olive-oil]

A/N: Here we are!! Let the fun begin! Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Word count: 2034

Warnings: none

Characters | Prologue

~3 weeks later, after the homegoing for Mike~

It was a warm summer afternoon over at my house. I had the cover rolled up for my pool, the slightly dead grass didn’t look too terrible, and the sound of squirrels scattering amongst the branches of the trees.

I had my brown wine glass in hand, half full of moscato wine and the sounds of whatever 90’s movie I had playing on the tv. Having my sisters and my friends over, made up for the fact that I had a rough day. Dealing with the onslaught of work and irate patients.

Thinking back to the day I ran into Terry, caused my face to heat up in remembrance. Seeing as though we only dated off a few months before he left for the Marines, it was nice to see him again after all this time. The circumstances however, weren't very ideal to say the least. Given that he and Mike were close, almost like brothers, losing him just made everything ten times worse. He cared so much for him and his safety, to where he went toe to toe with a stubborn racist cop and his squadrian. I wish I could’ve done more to help bring him back but I was caught up in other stuff, after they had me assess him.

How did I know about the whole situation? Other than the news briefly covering it, Terry and I had been texting and calling ever since we ran into each other. Have I told my girls yet? No. Will they find out? They always do.

“So you mean to tell me, that fine specimen of a man, isn’t dating anybody, still?” One of my sisters, Tabitha, interrupted my thoughts as she scooped her some ice cream.

“Not since the last time I checked.” I shrugged and took a sip of my chilled drink. “He went to the Marines after we dated for a few months, remember?”

“Sadness, true sadness. Girl, you let that man get away.” Charlotte, my other sister, chimed in. “Now Tabby, your guess is as good as mine. I don’t see anything on his Instagram; Twitter, Facebook and Tik Tok.”

“Since we all still follow him, from the time we met him.” Denise just chuckled away. “I don’t know how I forgot about him. He’s still beautiful in person, I’ll tell ya that much.”

”That's because you’re dating Riley, and only have eyes for him.” Shaking my head with a small laugh. I went on about my business. I mean I am curious but not that curious. “And to answer your statement Char, I didn’t let him get away. We just chose not to stay together, while he was away and I was going back to school.“

“Which was dumb in my opinion.” Daphne spoke low but enough for us to all hear, and then looked up from her phone. Which caused the other girls to erupt into laughter. “I remember when we all met him, it was the best day. Cause that was the last time we saw you glowing from genuine love.”

With a slight roll of my mocha brown eyes, I chuckled with them. They were not wrong by any means. I just wish we had reconnected sooner, or at least stayed together through everything. He would’ve been to a lot of events with me as my plus one, or done some local stuff. Ever since then, my dating life was even worse to say the least.

“I’m sure he has dated somebody. Maybe he is just private about it. He was in the Marines for crying out loud.” This time Kennedy responded, as she scrolled through her iPad. “His arms could crush a watermelon, good lord.”

The girls kept asking me what all we did in the span of a few months, and what all happened when we broke up.

“Well it was 3, almost 4 months, and we just hung out mostly.” With a small shrug I grabbed a double stuffed Oreo, and felt the death glares in the back of my head.

“Bullshit.” Tabby pointed towards me. “I call bullshit. Y’all did something. Had to at least.”

I looked at her with all sincerity, and shook my head gently in shame. “We only kissed and he understood that, I wasn’t ready for anything like that yet.”

“Ronnie, you’re still a virgin? At 29?” Denise had asked me with a cautious tone.

“Yeah. I feel like I’m not missing much though.” With another shrug, I grabbed another Oreo. “Yes I’ve done other stuff but, not penetration.” They all looked at me with astonished expressions. I pointed towards the sectional couch to all sit together.

One by one, they decided to ask me questions in depth.

“Alright. Whoever wants to ask, go ahead.” I gave them all the floor, Crossing my legs on the couch cushion.

“Did yall fuck?”

“Nope. We didn’t.”

“Did you go down on him, or did he eat you out?”

“Jesus Christ, no.”

“Anything dirty?”

“If you count just making out in a pool dirty, then yes. If not then, no.” I answered confidently, and they all sighed. “He is the only guy that was truly with me for me. Nothing else mattered.”

“Damn. He really was a catch.” Tabby sighed gently and then perked back up. “What about Christian? Yall dated for 2 years, and then broke up. What happened?”

I knew that was coming. He wasn’t anything like Terry at all, by any means. Christian was an alright moment in my life, yet it didn’t serve its purpose. I wasted 2 years of my life with a man who didn’t even care about my feelings, let alone my desires and dreams.

“I didn’t tell y’all?” I asked with a raised brow, and they all shook their heads no. “Oh well, he didn’t like the fact that I wouldn’t put out. I gave him head though, and he ate me out. I hated when he did it, and would tell him to stop multiple times.” I went on and fiddled with a loose strung on my sweater.

“He didn’t tell me he despised that I wouldn’t have sex with him. I could sense it from him, his body language was off. He became irritated and irritable, short with his replies to my text messages." I began to explain. “Until one day, I had a call from cousin Symone. It was very random.”

“Oh lord.” Denise sighed heavily, moving a curl out of her face, leaning against the arm of the couch. “Why do I know where this is going?”

Tabitha sucked her teeth in annoyance. “Because you know exactly what happened. The reason she won't look at Ronnie at family gatherings is because she had a baby with Christian.”

The expressions my friends made when they finally heard the reason for our breakup, were expected. I had gotten over the cheating. My body & heart were already gone, just not my head. Yet the whole baby thing, that threw me off and caused me to get out of character.

“Why didn't we know about this?” Daphne asked. “We’re your girls.”

Kennedy reached for one of my hands. “You know we would’ve done something.”

With a deep sigh, I held Daphne’s hand and held Kennedy’s. Sniffing a bit, I knew the tears were coming. I never had a full moment to process it. This was the moment I finally just let go. Denise; Tabby, Charlotte and Cynthia came over to be included into the group hug. The hot tears just ran down my warm face.

“I didn’t want y'all to worry so much about me and my issues.” I began through teary eyes. “Even though it happened a year ago, I didn’t want to be a burden. Y’all have stuff going on and I didn’t want to add to it.”

“Veronica. Do not ever think that you’re a burden.” Cynthia tried her best to be the voice of reason. Most of the time it works. “Just because we have stuff going on, and you pour so much into us, does not mean we can’t pause and pour into you.”

“She’s right. Let us help you get back on the high horse. The quickest way to get over somebody, is to get under a new one.” Tabitha always had a way with words but here, she wasn’t wrong by any means.

With a small chuckle, I smiled gently. “You’re right. You’re definitely right. I just didn’t think it would happen to me, ya know?” Cleaning it face up, I checked my phone and saw a text message from Christian.

“Why is he texting you on Instagram? I thought yall were done?” Kennedy asked.

“I honestly don’t even know. I thought I blocked him on everything.” Unlocking my phone, I read the message aloud. “ ‘Just in case you needed a date to the Med Gala in Atlanta, you know how to reach me baby girl.’ Gross.” This dude really thinks he still has ties over me. Blocking his account fully on Instagram, I started eating my snacks again.

“He still thinks he had ties to you, after getting his ass beat by Calvin and Jeremiah, tragic.” Shaking her head, while scrolling through her phone, Daphne chuckled.

“Which was still funny, that happened in the rain too. Calvin came home with mud all over him and I didn’t know what happened.” Cynthia added with a huge grin, and the girls kept talking about that day. Which brought a smile to my face.

My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I looked at the caller ID and it was Terry.

“Oh shit. Terry is calling you! You better answer!” Charlotte exclaimed with excitement.

“Girl go! This is it!”

“You better answer the damn phone.”

“Go in the other room to answer it, then come back!” Tabby suggested and I took her advice. I went into my office that was around the corner.

“Hello?” I answered gently, trying not to show my nerves.

“Hey Ronnie, it’s Terry.” His warm voice boasted through the phone. “I hope I’m not bothering you at this time?”

“Oh nope. You’re good, just having a little girls night with my sisters and my friends.” With a deep sigh, I tried to calm my nerves. “What’s up? Everything good?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just wanted to ask you something.” I could hear him clearing his throat from him being nervous. “I wanted to know if you were free tomorrow?”

“Oh? Is Terrance Richmond asking me on a date?”

“Maybe. If you say yes. Kind of wanna pick up where we left off, a few years ago.” His deep baritone chuckle warmed something inside of me.

For the first time, I felt all warm and fuzzy. It was as if my body was craving something it never had. I didn’t know whether I should act on it or not.

“I have no plans tomorrow. I’m down for it.” Biting my bottom lip, I felt a release of pressure escape.

“Sounds like a date. I’ll pick you up tomorrow around 6ish?” The tone of his voice was gentle and sincere.

“6 it is. What do I wear to this date, Mr. Richmond?” I spoke back softly.

He chuckled a bit. “Well Miss Dupree, I’d say dress casual. Seeing as though we’ll be doing something fun.”

“Sounds like a date. I’ll see you around 6 tomorrow night.” Feeling like a giddy school girl, I was squealing on the inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful. Have a good night.”

“You too Terry.” Hanging up the phone, I sprinted back to my girls in the living room. “I got a date tomorrow!”

The eruption of squeals and cheers flooded my ears, as a group hug commenced. I felt the love surrounding me and lifting my spirits.

“We gotta find you something to wear!” Charlotte and Tabitha shared in unison.

The over-excitement of my tribe filled me with so much joy and contentment. I had to mention to them about the chats before hand.

“I forgot to mention, we’ve been talking since we ran into each other a month ago.”

“Veronica!”

Yeah this was gonna be a great journey into newness indeed.

[cupiddivinearrow]

WHAT’S NEXT IN LOVE

PICK A CARD READING

💛 PILE 1 💛

⭐️ Key Indicators ⭐️

- Kind, Pure, sincere

- Nurturing, Loving

- Graceful

- Sense of Direction, Divinely Guided

- Possibly going through a rebirth

- Looking for security

- Manifesting

- Hardworking

- Possibly a life path 7 or seeing a lot of 7s (77/777), as well as, 3s & 4s

- Growth, Rebirth, Change

- Trustworthy

- Feminine energy

- Receptive

- Connected to Spirit/ the Universe, Highly Intuitive

- Possibly likes Archery

- Heart and Sacral Chakras may need to be balanced out

💎 Rose Quartz

Is said to be associated with the matters of the heart and love. This stone will help you to transform those negative thoughts into positive and encouraging ones. This stone also clears emotional blockages of the heart while promoting self love and confidence, in addition to increasing the general love energy in your life.

✨ Animal Spirit Energy:

Birds & Deer

💫 Astrological Energies:

Leo ♌️, Scorpio ♏️, Capricorn ♑️, Aries ♈️, Virgo ♍️, Cancer ♋️

Pile 1, the saying, “A Heart of Gold” comes to mind. This pile is very kind and good natured. You’re sincere and is seen as trustworthy and possibly known to be lucky, or have things drawn to you.

At the moment, you’re attracting security and learning to ground, go with the flow as you step into a new chapter in life. You may be in a no-contact or barely any communication is happening between your person and you...

You’re having or had to learn to put up boundaries as you are or have healed and open yourself to the love that’s being manifested or coming in soon.

Previously, you didn’t feel secure or protected in a connection, but what’s coming next in love for you is what you’ve been seeking. To be happy, protected… to feel that you’re enough. And it looks like that’s what you’re about to receive Pile 1, if you haven’t already.

Actually, this new beginning in love may be coming from a person that you dealt with in the past. Someone that you’re possibly already in love with and wish to marry. Someone that you have much passion for and they you. This person may have placed money over this connection in the past, or maybe your person has had family or financial responsibilities elsewhere that they have had for a long while (maybe even before y’all met) and couldn’t offer you anything.

☺️😉😏 BUT NOW? 😏😉☺️

Someone wants to take a risk.

A masculine energy wants to bring you a gift that will offer you some security. This person doesn’t like not having access to you Pile 1. They see you as a soulmate and doesn’t want you to see them as anything less than your soulmate. This person has been obsessing over you. Wondering what you’ve been up to and whether or not you have another person. They’re done with the lacking mindset and want to work with you. When this masculine returns, a truth will be revealed about why they left or checked out in the past.

This masculine thinks the world of you. Thinks you’re extremely beautiful, or handsome (flip the genders if you need to)

💛 Closing Comment: 💛

This masculine is moving in a very passionate and motivated energy towards you. He has changed and doesn’t want to move on from this connection.

You’re growing spiritually and successfully on your path. Continue to push forward in your long term goals while remembering to be kind to yourself. Continue to stay open to love, and when the Universe deems it time to act, love will come. Fear has no place in love. Just continue to focus on you while moving in silence Pile 1. This should help to draw in what’s meant for you TO YOU faster!

Birds are known to represent the connection between the earthly and spiritual plans. So expect downloads from the Universe and communication from your person soon. Deers represent instinctual energy, independence, and regeneration. You’re being called on your journey Pile 1, to let yourself be more free. Let your wild out. Listen to intuition and let the Universe guide you into the woods to begin a new adventure.

🤍 PILE 2 🤍

⭐️ Key Indicators ⭐️

- Transparent

- Energetic, Intense

- Pure

- Grounded, Security

- Focusing

- Cleansing

- Heart, Sacral, & Root Chakra may be unbalanced

- Feminine & Masculine energy

- Bursting with passion

- Comfortable, nurturing, loyal

- Longevity

- Elegant

- Independent

- Wealthy, Abundant

- Wise

- Motherly or a Mother

- Confused at the moment

- Music

- Nature

- UPGRADE

- Twin Flames

- The Moon may be of significance, Highly Intuitive, Secrets 😉

- Goddess Artemis/ Selene, Goddesses of the Moon

💎 Selenite Heart:

Resonates with the Crown & 3rd Chakra; Perfect stone to meditate with, as well as, connect with the spiritual realm, cleanse negative energy, and used for healing

💎 Clear Quartz:

This crystal is an amplifier and master healer stone. Clears negative energies of all kinds, helps to balance and revitalize the mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual bodies. Deeply cleanses the soul and connects the mind, body, & soul. Also, this crystal helps with enhancing psychic abilities while aiding in concentration and unlocking of memories.

#️⃣ Numbers of Significance:

Maybe seeing 1s or 11s (11/111/1111), 2s (222), 5s (55/555), 7s (777), 9s (999)

✨Animal Spirit Energy:

Pelican, Dove, Owl, Swan

💫 Astrological Energies:

Heavy Capricorn ♑️, Heavy Virgo ♍️, Heavy Leo ♌️, Libra ♎️, Pisces ♓️, Scorpio ♏️, Sagittarius ♐️, Taurus ♉️, Aquarius ♒️

Pile 2, it’s time to LET GO if you haven’t already! It’s gonna be alright. I feel that you’re almost at the finish line. You’re almost there. I feel that you are currently trying to work through confusion in your heart after possibly wearing rose colored glasses in the past. Whatever has been causing you pain, conflict, confusion, it’s time to let that go.

This pile may be very sweet, nonjudgmental, and motherly. You try to always see the good in people, a provide a home to those that need it, make people feel at home, or a home body. You love helping those in need.

However, because you tend to help others a lot, there are times that people try to use you. Take advantage of the kindness that you offer. And sometimes, this can leave you feeling like you’re weak or something else that’s not very nice to say about yourself. Pile 2, as compassionate and loving as you are to others, you tend to be the opposite with yourself… The self bullying must stop, if you haven’t started working on this already. It’s causing an imbalance within. Stop sacrificing yourself for people that don’t appreciate or understand the sacrifices you have made already and the person you are. You’re a gift, and deserve to be treated as you treat others. When you feel your negative thoughts shining through, bury them. Go out in nature and breathe in the air. Ground yourself. It’s time to recognize the beauty within and around you. Let go of the things and people that aren’t serving you so the Universe will know you’re saying you’re ready for energies that are more deserving of your love. Which also tells the Universe that you’re ready to be loved as you deserve. That you see and know your worth. That you know what you want. Keep healing. You’re almost there. You’re about to ascend, if you’re not already going through an awakening.

Now, as for your love life…

Someone that you hoped to build a relationship with but was probably childish in the past, has been thinking about you and wish to communicate. He feels regretful for hurting you and made the wrong choice before and wants to make the right one now. This connection may be a TWIN FLAME / SOULMATE CONNECTION!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 This masculine energy is trying to figure out how he can move forward with you. Someone of the feminine energy in pile 2, possibly you, has made the decision to stay receptive in secret (faith) but choosing to protect oneself by closing yourself to love. It’s okay to be vulnerable.

Leave your boundaries up, but open your heart.

Some of you, if you’re the masculine, is thinking of slowly moving towards a feminine energy in silence. This masculine might make the decision to pop up on you feminine energies, and you won’t see this coming. You’re choosing to focus your attention elsewhere, on other things. On healing. On work. On career. On your emotional fulfillment. On what makes you happy. It’s time to get out of your head and remind yourself of who you are… on who you’re becoming… on what makes your heart sing. Do you enjoy music? Do you sing? Do you dance? Are you an artist? Time to heal.

Pile 2, your person and you may be mirroring one another at this time, also an Indicator of being on a twin flame journey. Which would mean you’re BOTH currently learning lessons in self-love. Your person likes/ loves you and wants to ask you on a date. Don’t let the pain from the past or that you’re currently healing from block your intuition. Don’t fear love. The Ego often comes out to protect us. However, it can overstep sometimes. Learn to listen to your intuition. You’re literally at the finish line. In your cards, I see a countdown occurring… 🕊️😉😉😉🕊️ A smile will soon be displayed on your face as your heart fills with joy. From what, you ask Pile 2? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Guess you’re gonna have to do the work and see 🥰🥰🥰 Be Mindful, Pile 2.

🤍 CLOSING COMMENTS: 🤍

Try to recognize the magick all around you, Pile 2. You’re about to walk into a life of abundance and happiness. You’re gonna feel like you’re sitting on top of the world. Some of you need to heal and let go of irresponsible traits to get this gift. Please let your ego go. Take some time to self, go some place quiet, and just allow yourself to breathe… You are a blessing Pile 2. You are enough, Pile 2. You are loved Pile 2. And ignore ANYBODY that tries to make you feel wrong for following your heart and living for you. This is your life. Only you have the right to dictate how it is lived. That is the gift we were given by the Universe. Don’t lose hope. The Universe got your back Pile 2.

🩵 PILE 3 🩵

⭐️ Key Indicators ⭐️

- May be drawn to Opalite at the moment

- Balance

- Balanced Communication

- 3rd eye, Solar, Sacral, & Root Chakras may be blocked

- Very logical

- Protective of Heart

- Healing

- Possibly having mood swings

- Feeling tired

- Facing fears

- Traditional

- Dancers

- Goddess Kali

- Witchy vibes

- Healer

- Earth Angel

💎 Opalite Heart:

This stone can be used to meditate and help enhance psychic abilities, as well as, smooth communication with the spirit world, and clearing energy blockages

💎 Tiger’s Eye:

Increase your courage and self confidence, helps in focusing the mind and stabilizing moods, and helps release tension.

#️⃣ Numbers of Significance:

1s (111/1111), 2s (222), 3s (333), 6s (666), 8s (888)

✨Animal Spirit Energy:

Raven & Tiger

💫 Astrological Energies:

Sagittarius ♐️, Heavy Leo ♌️, Heavy Capricorn ♑️, Gemini ♊️, Virgo ♍️, Aquarius ♒️, Libra ♎️, Scorpio ♏️

🩵 PILE 3 🩵

Pile 3, Love is a gift comes to mind. P3, some of you may have walls around your heart at the moment. And some of you are ready to gift your heart to someone while the rest may be realizing that love is a gift. Also, this pile may also have a hard time trying new things, stuck in your old ways, or maybe this is your person and it caused a stop in communication or some distance.

P3 (Do some of you like Charmed), this pile is finding balance in love after making the wrong choice, an unfair decision, or conflict in love after feeling stuck in their heads about a decision. A change in perception maybe needed here Pile 3, but i see that you’re pretty wise, and that clarity is coming. And this clarity will help you to heal and bring in some or make you feel pretty abundant.

I see that this pile is very wise and in your power. Have some of you had a Glow up recently P3. Also, are you a tarot reader or witch? Usually you have sound judgment and a keen perception, but lately, things have been blocking your intuition.

Currently, losing hope about not receiving an offer to a new beginning? You want a family, or wedding. You’re not listening to your intuition. You may be waiting and obsessing a bit and it’s causing to be a bit unfocused and imbalanced. And in the end, this worrying will be for nothing.

I see you getting an offer soon. However, it won’t be before you work on yourself a bit. Learn how to be happily single and go out with friends. EXPERIENCE LIFE. It’s okay to want something but you have to realize that there are other parts of your life that can help you to stay balanced. I see that some of you in P3 likes to dance, go out. Dancing is a form of meditation and can help you to meditate and ground your energy. Stay vigilant. This will raise your vibration, your energy, and help empower you. In addition, for those that are looking, maybe you’ll meet someone there if you’re wanting to move on. Try living in the moment. Enjoy the process. Make new memories as this will help you to transcend obstacles and will help you to prepare for what’s to come.

Pile 3, I see a decision has been made about a commitment or engagement in your future, if this hasn’t happened already. I see you floating on cloud 9 with joy P3.

🩵 Closing Comments 🩵

Keep working on changing how you see things to gain fulfillment. This will help in building a strong foundation to stand on when it’s time to focus on loving another. This will leave you feeling happy and fulfilled. Remember to be grateful for the things, people, and opportunities you already have in your life. Allow small things to bring you happiness. By doing that, you will be able to manifest any desire you wish. You’re about to start a new chapter in life P3.

Also, for those waiting on your person, focus on you. I promise it’s easier said than done but it WORKS! Distance makes the heart grow fonder and allow stubborn individuals to self reflect. Love yourself enough to allow and accept delays or interruptions in your connections for its Divine protection to your blessings.

🕊️ BLESS 🕊️

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[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part XI

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a/n: so this is totally unrelated to the story and obey me entirely but if any of you are bsd enjoyers did y’all read chapter 107?? y’all almost didn’t get a new chapter of this story bc of that damn chapter. it made me want to jump off the nearest 50ft building. I wanted to die after reading that fr, so bc asagri made me cry we’re getting double angst for this chapter. anyway I’m done with my rant now enjoy!

oh and p.s. I’m putting which perspective you’re reading as since some found it confusing last chapter. the original is og MC, and the wrathful human is wrath! MC just in case it’s confusing!

warnings: slightly longer chapter, lesson 16 spoilers, descriptions of dying, choking, mentions of blood, abuse of pacts (slightly)

a success for one side

The perspective of the original

“Lucifer was there really no other way we could have done that?” Levi asked, struggling to get up off the ground. His whole body ached and blood dripped from his mouth pooling onto the planetarium ground in heavy amounts.

“Levi close yer mouth, you're gonna lose more blood if ya keep it open” Mammon said, making his way over to his younger brother.

“Yeah there could have been a different way of doing this, we’re not all masochists, like you Lucifer” Satan spat. Blood then fell from his nose onto his shirt and he cursed in response.

“In my defense I never agreed to this” Asmo yelled. “My whole body is covered in bruises and blood Lucifer! I have a photoshoot on Monday!”

“Belphie’s out cold” Beel said, moving closer to his twin ignoring the blood falling from his face.

“That’s no surprise, Mc really did a number on him. I wouldn't be surprised if he was out for a few hours because of it.” Satan sighed.

“I’ll take him to your room, Beel.” Lucifer said, walking over to pick up the youngest.

“Lucifer ya look like you're gonna fall over” Mammon said watching the oldest slowly walk over to their younger brother.

“I’m fine,” He stated. “For now we should focus on cleaning ourselves up and heading after Mc”

“I doubt Mc wants to see us right now…” Levi sighed.

“Levi, close your mouth” Mammon yelled as blood began to fall on him.

“Ahh!” Levi screamed.

Mammon sighed and helped Levi and the rest of his brothers get up after Lucifer left with Belphie. If he’s being honest he doesn’t remember much of what happened due to blacking out halfway through your wrath episode. After you were done he and his brothers each woke up laying on the floor with pools of blood surrounding them.

He honestly didn’t like Lucifer’s plan of taunting you into a pact, but sacrifices had to be made if they wanted you to stay here.

You needed to stay here.

More often then he and his brothers would like to admit they really did miss their Mc. However they did love and enjoy your company just as much. Their only wish was that their Mc was just like you.

Interacting and having fun with you was always bittersweet in a sense since it reminded them of a time before the incident, a happier time before everything went downhill.

If only you could have forgiven them.

It didn’t matter how much they did miss their own Mc, because they were going to keep you here in their place. You reminded them of the personality they were used to, it was as if this other version of you currently with them had completely forgotten about the incident and moved on with their life.

Sure you had a breakdown or two about your feelings but they sincerely apologized about what happened and you forgave them, causing them to finally be able to move on as well.

They all believed everything was going great, after all you never complained or spoke about anything being wrong with them so they were blind to the truth. You went along with everything and anything they did which made them desire your attention and affection more. These demons were so touch starved for you to the point of it becoming a problem.

However they weren’t going to lie, seeing you that upset really did hurt them. Most of them disagreed with Lucifer’s first plan to make a pact with you, and the second plan made the brothers split in half. The third and last plan was the one they currently just carried out.

It was because Lucifer had the bright idea to upset you so much that you’d finally be willing to make a pact with him for your enjoyment. Belphie also making a pact with you was a bonus, after all the youngest finally got what he wanted, even if it did cost him.

As Mammon finally finished cleaning up Levi and a few more of his brothers he couldn’t help but wonder where you were heading off too. You mentioned you had something to do after you dealt with them, he just couldn’t remember what it was…

After leaving the House of Lamentation you stormed in the direction of the Demon Lord's Castle, with the intent of speaking to the prince and his butler. Nothing but pure rage filled your thoughts as you clenched your bloody fists. You were going to demand them to send you back to your timeline no matter what.

As you reached the door to the castle you prepared to knock, however before you even got the chance the door opened revealing a smiling Barbatos on the other side.

“Good evening Mc, what brings you here? If I’m not mistaken I don’t remember arranging for you to come over.”

“I need to speak with Diavolo.” You simply stated, right now you were not in the mood to make small talk with the butler.

“Ah well we should get you cleaned up first and foremost you appear to be bleeding” Barbatos said reaching for your hand.

Reluctantly you let him take it and examine the condition of your bloodied hands and arms. “Don’t worry about it, it's not my blood anyway.” You said pulling away.

Barbatos’ eyes widened just the slightest as he gave you a surprised look before trying to speak again, only to get cut off by the prince himself.

“Mc are you okay? You���re not hurt, are you?” Diavolo asked, slightly frantically as he made his way over to you pushing his butler aside in the process.

“Like I said previously I’m fine. I’m not the one you should be asking that question too anyway”

Diavolo looked confused then spoke. “What do you mean? Did you happen to get into a fight with some demons? Where are the brothers..?”

“At the House of Lamentation. Listen I didn’t come here to talk about them I came here to ask for help Dia”

“Of course Mc, but first I need to ask, what’s wrong? Are you in any danger of some sorts, if you are I assure you Barbatos and I can take care of it”

You sighed before speaking. How were you to go about telling the demon prince himself that you were from a different timeline? Your Barbatos told you not to mention that detail at all costs because it could somehow affect the future, however you didn’t know how much longer you could stay in a place like this. This timeline was beginning to bring out parts of yourself you tried so hard to keep hidden, who knows what else it could cause you to do if you stayed here any longer…

“I am not your Mc.” You stated.

Diavolo and Barbatos shared a confused glance at each other before you continued.

“I’m from a different timeline where different events have occurred, but somehow I got switched with your Mc from this timeline. I need your help to get back before I cause anymore damage here then I already have.”

It was silent for a few seconds, and the two who were standing in front of you stared at you with blank faces. Seconds soon turned into minutes and you began to get worried since neither of them showed any signs of responding.

Anxious now you prepared to defend your words until Diavolo smiled and walked towards you, with Barbatos soon following behind.

“Oh Mc, don’t worry I believe you, after all I could tell right away that you weren’t from here!” Diavolo laughed.

“Is that so…?” You said awkwardly.

“Of course! You’re much nicer and more understanding than our Mc. Your personality sticks out like a sore thumb in comparison. And it’s a bit suspicious when I get glares and eye rolls one day and a hug and nickname the next. No human I’ve met changes personalities that fast.”

“Ah I see…so then I take it you’ll help me get back?”

“Oh I think you misunderstand, I never said that.” Diavolo smiled.

“What?” You replied, taking a small step back.

“See, with you here the exchange program is producing wonderful results! Better than I expected actually. Well that and everyone here seems to enjoy your presence, including me. So you wouldn’t want to leave us so soon now, would you?” Diavolo said, invading your personal space. The demon prince was speaking with such a friendly tone it was as if you were having tea with him and joking around.

“I have to go home, I need to go home. Please believe me you all are wonderful but this isn’t where I belong. I feel suffocated here, and to be frank I don’t feel the same way I feel about my demons when I’m with you all.”

Diavolo frowned and sighed. “It’s okay, you’ll feel the same in due time, after all we’re all very alike right?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you glared back at him. “No I won’t. I refuse to stay here because you don’t have a good relationship with your Mc. You need to figure out what the fuck you did wrong and fix it.”

“Don’t drag me here as a replacement to fix all your problems. Because if you do that then you are just like them. You have no concern for our feelings whatsoever.” You spat.

Barbatos then returned your glare and made his way towards you. “I understand you’re upset but I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to the young master in such a manner. Don’t forget your place Mc.”

“That’s enough Barbatos.” Diavolo said, putting his hand up.

“If Mc won’t comply then we’ll just take them by force.”

“No you won-“

“Please don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be Mc.” Diavolo said, and that was the last thing you heard before blacking out.

_____

The perspective of a wrathful human

You were on top of Belphegor on the floor as he weakly tried to pry your hands from his throat. The demon in front of you was hanging onto what little conscience he had left as he watched your face morph into a smile.

“How does it feel to have your throat crushed by someone you so dearly placed your trust in?”

Belphegor let out a choked noise in response.

“Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I’m sure it must be very unpleasant” you said, then proceeded to lean down applying more pressure onto his throat.

Belphegor began to bleed from his mouth as you laughed. You kept spitting out nonsense about killing him as he tried to get you off, so in the process you proceeded to get his blood all over your arms.

This scene in general didn’t look too pleasant from afar, so you can believe the brothers utter shock when they busted through the planetarium doors frantic, at the sound of choking and laughing.

At first they feared the worst and thought it to be you choking and being killed again, however nothing could have prepared them upon seeing you bloodied and on top of the youngest brother.

Belphie looked utterly horrible. His complexion was paler than usual and the corners of his mouth began to turn purple and blue accompanied by red blood falling from the side.

When he heard his brothers enter the room his head instantly turned to face them and he unconsciously reached out for them.

After a second of silence due to trying to process the situation Lucifer and Beel were soon darting towards your direction faster than you had ever seen them. In seconds flat they were ripping you off of the youngest who was still out if it.

“Mc what in the Devildom is wrong with you?” Lucifer yelled, grabbing tightly onto one of your arms. He tried his best not to hurt you, but seeing his brother being strangled by you really set him off.

“Mc stop it now” Beel said, slightly raising his voice as he grabbed your other arm. He didn’t want to see you two fight, it broke his heart. The two people he cared about the most were going at it again, he couldn’t lose Belphie, but he didn’t want to let his temper get the best of him and end up hurting you too.

“Get off of me you damn demons” you screamed as they held you up.

“Mc calm down.” Lucifer said, grabbing your arm tighter than before.

“Shut up! I’m going to kill him, he deserves it”

“Mc stop!” Asmo yelled from afar.

“No, you don’t know what it's like, any of you!”

“What in the Devildom are you going on about Mc?” Lucifer said, at this point he was soon reaching a breaking point with you and this tantrum.

“You don’t know what it feels like to be killed do you?”

“To have your throat crushed. Or to feel as if your lungs are on fire from the lack of oxygen in your system. After that is the horrible headache and throbbing pain that consumes your head and your thinking. In a state of panic like that you then feel your limbs become limp as you try and free yourself. However due to the lack of strength you can’t do anything except deal with what fate has in store for you.”

“Dying is absolutely terrifying”

“However what makes everything even worse is the fact that afterwards I have to live in the same house with the same demon who put me through all of that and pretend everything is just fine. When in fact everything is just worse”

Lucifer and Beel’s grip on you had losend the slightest as they watched you squirm. Upon hearing your words they swallowed hard, trying to come up with some type of response, but before any of them could continue you began to speak again.

“If I kill him it will all be over.”

“What will killing Belphie accomplish, Mc.” Beel asked, then tightened his grip on your arm.

“Everything! All the nightmares will finally go away, all the panic attacks and breakdowns will stop. And maybe, just maybe I can have a normal conversation with other demons without my body being terrified for my life. Maybe I can be touched by a demon and not have my skin feel as if it will burn itself. Everything will be better once he’s gone” you screamed, trying your best to get free from the two brothers' hold.

The brothers stared at you in silence as they took in the severity of your words. Had you really suffered this much without them knowing? Had their Mc gone through this as well…? How long before their Mc got over it?

Did they ever get over it? How did their Mc feel about the whole situation, they never got to talk about it after all.

How many nights did they wake up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down their face, or how many nights did they stay up because they couldn’t sleep due to the nightmares?

You went through all this trauma by yourself without any of them being there to comfort you, no wonder you were upset.

However while the brothers were all thinking deeply about your words you were on an adrenaline high with no signs of coming down soon.

“Let go of me and stay out of the way. All six if you” you shouted.

The tone was that of a command, and no later than a second you were free and heading back to the youngest as fast as you could.

Lucifer cursed himself for letting his guard down, their whole purpose was to make sure you didn’t use the pacts but that plan failed.

As you jumped back onto Belphegor you punched him in the face causing blood to spill out the other side of his mouth.

“Mc stop please, don’t hurt Belphie” Beel yelled, trying his best to break free from the pact.

It was no use because his words fell on deaf ears. You were too busy beating the shit out of the demon you were on top of.

Belphie accepted what you were doing with an occasional grunt here and there as you continued to punch his face. He did feel bad, he felt horrible honestly, but if this made you feel better then he was willing to let you get all your anger out. After all he deserved it, is what he believed.

As the youngest brothers face continued to get bloodied, some of his brothers looked away while others tried their best to speak to you, Beel was the only one who was struggling to break free so that he could save Belphegor.

“Mc…” you faintly heard from the demon in front of you.

“What do you want? Don’t tell me you’re giving up already, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Please hear me out really quick, i promise it’ll be fast” he spoke dryly.

You gave him another punch before stopping for a brief moment. “Well get on with it”

Belphegor cleared his throat and tried to sit up the best he could to look you in the eyes. Sighing he then spoke.

“I understand it’s very selfish of me to tell you something like this, but I really want you to hear me out.”

You raised your eyebrows and then he continued.

“Mc I’m so sorry. Truly I really am, I was wrong about humans, I was wrong about everything. After Lilith’s death I was filled with so much anger towards humans. However I realize now that I shouldn’t have taken it out on you because you were only trying to help.”

“I never apologized to you after because I was too scared of what you would say. I was too scared you’d never forgive me so I swept it under the rug and tried to pretend it never happened. I’m just a damn coward. Only now did I realize my brothers and I didn’t ask how you felt. We just went on with life leaving you to deal with all the trauma.”

“I apologize because you should have never had to go through an event as traumatic as dying. I didn’t realize all those things you dealt with were because of me so I want you to know I’ll try my best to fix them now, if you’ll let me. If not then I accept whatever punishment you have in mind. “

“I just want you to know from the bottom of my heart I really am truly sorry. I love you so much Mc and if you forgive me then great, however I don’t expect you to. It’s selfish of me to ask you to make that decision, so I promise to deal with whatever you want to do, if it’ll make you happy”

You felt tears fall from your eyes onto the floor making it a darker color than it previously was. However you couldn’t figure out why you were crying. How long has it been since you actually cried like this?

You hit Belphie again as tears continued to fall, but this time your hits were much lighter and softer so they didn’t actually hurt the seventh born.

“Mc, I-“

“Shut up!”

You screamed. You didn’t want to hear him right now, you didn’t want to face the fact that an apology such as that one actually was sincere and filled with emotion, unlike the halfhearted apologies your demons gave you.

You now had to come to terms with the fact that you had finally gotten an apology from the heart like you had wanted. To you it didn't matter if they were your demons or not, all that matters was that Belphegor had finally apologized.

Belphie opened his arms and smiled, waiting patiently for a hug. Your eyes went wide as you stared at him for a moment, and after what felt like forever you slowly inched closer to him,

Hesitantly you leaned forward slowly into the hug, and once you hit his chest he engulfed you with his arms. You freaked out for a second but he reassured you that he was happy you chose to hug him.

“Mc thank you for trusting me like this.” Belphie said.

You held your head low and sighed before speaking.

“Just because I let you touch me doesn’t mean everything is magically better, you demons are so naive.”

Next part

a/n: so how are we finding about this chapter? there are a few things I do want to ask if you did notice, and a couple questions I have for y’all, you can think about these or just answer in the comments! i just want to understand what y’all think is all!

- first off, what do you think og MC did to the brothers to leave them that beat up?

- can you find the lesson 16 dialogue in the second part of this chapter?

- did you notice how wrath! MC was just happy with heartfelt apology? It didn’t matter if it was from their demons or the ones in the og timeline, unlike the og MC who didn’t quite feel filled with the other brothers apology.

- and lastly would you personally, forgive Belphie after an apology like that?

thanks for reading! <3

[starryjkoo]

This might be a controversial opinion but some of y’all need to learn to pick your battles and stop chasing the validation of PJMs and JJKs. Who cares if JJKs are hyping some fictional friendship and writing fanfictions because Jungkook stood next to some random dude twice? Who cares if solo fanbases crop out and don’t post the whole picture (that no one should be reposting btw)? Who cares if PJMs and JJKs don’t acknowledge their friendship? As long as they aren’t dragging Jimin or JK, or even overtly saying anything negative about their bond, literally why do some of you guys care what solos of all people think?

It’s odd to me that some jkkrs will go into solo spaces and then try to get them to acknowledge a member you know they hate and regularly drag. What are you expecting to happen? JJKs actually not mentioning or paying attention to JM is literally the best case scenario. I absolutely wish they would never look at him or talk about him or post anything about him ever again. I literally don’t care if they think JK loves random solider #2 or Mingyu or an inanimate object more than he loves JM and neither should you. They are NEVER going to acknowledge Jikook’s friendship, so stop expecting them to. That is literally one of the least offensive things I’ve seen them do this week alone and it doesn’t actually hurt Jimin or JK, it’s just annoying.

100% make fun of them in your own spaces for being so lame and immature about Jikook enlisting together, they ARE super weird for hyping up this random friendship they suddenly invented (and yes I know they were likely doing it on purpose), it IS really frustrating and sad how dismissive so many people are about Jikook -- but I still don’t understand what some jkkrs were expecting. I sincerely hope that whenever the Jikook travel show drops they keep cropping them out and pretending they’re besties with random bartenders and camera men because the alternative is them dragging JM and JK and their entire bond nonstop. Solos are NEVER going to acknowledge their friendship and I wonder why some jkkrs seem to want them to so bad? You are CHOOSING to go into their spaces and be annoyed that these people who call JM slurs and animal names on the regular don’t want to acknowledge his friendship with JK - and some of you are literally antagonizing these people you KNOW have no morals over something like this.

This whole issue snowballed because so many people are bored and miserable right now and tkkrs especially are looking for a fight ever since Jikook enlisted together (or honestly probably since Tokyo). I see how jkkrs can make an innocent post and get jumped and tkkrs can say the most heinous shit about JM and jkk imaginable and get away with it -- but if you’re active online you should know how it is and learn to pick your battles if you actually care about the people you stan. There was no reason for JM or JK to get dragged over something like this.

Anyways this isn’t the end of the world or anything, but I did watch this whole unnecessary drama unfold and opened my twitter account this morning to see report accounts STILL trying to clean it up, so I wanted to rant a bit. I’m sure the Jikook show will unleash the most heinous discourse imaginable so I’m saving my energy for that. Obviously people can do whatever they want, and I’m not saying jkkrs shouldn’t rant or be upset about it in their own spaces, I was just surprised by some of the reactions. Jikook enlisting together makes it obvious to anyone with a brain how close they are, that’s why the people who hate them are being especially weird and petty and obnoxious. JJKs were writing about how JK tattooed ARMY on his knuckles because he knows ARMYs hurt him or whatever just the other day so idk why some jkkrs were expecting them to suddenly celebrate his friendship with JM who they literally hate more than anyone else.

[jordisblogg]

instead.

shuri.u x black reader

warnings: fluff, little angst, alcohol, weed, cheating?

a/n: lemme know if y’all want a part two!!

wct: 3.2k

chapter 1

as you walked inside, the strong aroma of weed not a unfamiliar smell in her home, the dark purple ambiance of shuri’s luxury apartment glared off of your skin, contrasting with your melanin. as you got closer to her kitchen, you could hear the soft sound of ekykah badu playing low in the background. you took a seat at her island, resting your head in your hands.

shuri knew the routine by now, making her way to her wine cabinet, grabbing the most expensive one and two wine glasses. after pouring herself a decent amount, she took yours and started with the same quantity. you looked up from the counter and then up at her.

she smirked and continued to pour, “that bad, huh?” she teased, and you couldn’t even blame her. this has happened a couple times before, not that shuri minded taking care of you, she just. . . wished it was for a different reason.

you sighed and began to chug down the red drink, attempting to drown your frustration in alcohol, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. this was one of those times it didn’t.

you placed the glass down with a clink, wiping your lip with your thumb before you finally spoke, “m’ sorry..” you let out breathlessly. the wakandan only chuckled and shook her head.

“it’s fine, entle. here, c’mon” she began walking to her living room, you trailing behind her like a small puppy.

“where’s your friend..” you asked as you made yourself at home on her couch, watching shuri’s slouched figure attentively as she lighted her pre-rolled blunt, sparking it, once, twice—

“riri? gone, she went to a convention for one of her projects. so it’s just me here for right now” you nodded, you had always wondered if shuri or riri ever engaged in anything while being more than friends. she brought the joint to her lips, inhaling the intoxicating air and holding it in. “you don’t have to talk about what happened if you don’t want to. you should know by now that i’m not going to force you” she broke the short silence, finally exhaling and passing the joint your way.

you have a small smile, taking the drug from her fingers and copying her same action. “it’s not that.. it’s just.. i don’t know. i feel like i’m overreacting about the whole situation.”

shuri didn’t speak, letting you get all your thoughts out into the air. you had this habit of keeping of all your thoughts in when in came to quinton, because to you, it never felt like he was ever really listening. shuri didn’t like that. so she promised to be your outlet, the one who could always talk to, and ever since then you’ve taken advantage of that opportunity to actually be heard for once. after a while of you and shuri starting with the small stuff, you never even tried to go to anyone else, not that you wanted to. shuri was perfect.

she was patient with you, attentive, caring, almost like she wanted to hear about your problems. each time you and shuri had one of your ‘talking sessions’ shuri felt her anger grow more and more at your sad excuse of a boyfriend. how could he treat someone so sweet and kind so horribly?

she couldn’t put all the fault on him though, well she could but— you were kind of responsible too. you were smart enough to see all the signs and red flags he was waving blatantly in your face. but damn your full and generous heart, you couldn’t help but still be loyal to him, no matter how much you fussed.

shuri hated that. you were too kind for your own good. he had no right to the heart that should’ve been hers. she could treat you so much better and she knows it. she just wish you did.

“shuri!”

the queen blinked, coming out of her thoughts. she hadn’t realized she had zoned out.

“shit.. i’m sorry y/n! i zoned out..” she apologized, rubbing at her temples. you gave her a sincere look and gently took the last bit of the dead blunt from her inked fingers. “what’s wrong, princess?”

normally, shuri would always correct people who incorrectly used her title, but hearing the name come from your lips. . she let it slide.

she turned to look at you, your big brown eyes staring back at her. she sighed and shook her head. bast what the hell was she doing?

“this isn’t supposed to be about me y/-“

“i know,” you cut her off, “but i want it to be. you’re always looking after me, i just. . wanna return the favor.”

the royal took her eyes off you and stared up at the ceiling. how was she supposed to tell her best friend that she had had a crush on her for over 3 years. how was she going to tell you that she had bottled her feelings up for so long because she didn’t want to lose you, so she let you slip from her fingers and into the hands of someone who doesn’t even know how to take care of you properly.

you rested your cheek on your arm that sat at the top of the sofa letting your eyes linger on her chiseled face for a little longer than you should’ve, “you look like you have a secret, something you wanna say but you just can’t for some reason” you smile, sort of in a joke, but shuri didn’t know you were playing around.

“shuri, you can tell me, you know you can tell me anything..”

she looked back at you, only loved filled in those deep dark eyes. she returned your declaration with a small smile, eye cutting down to the floor. you could see her smile fade and her head turned the other way.

“ri?” you asked softly

you watched her curly lashes come together as she blinked, rather slowly.

“i can’t..” she whispered

“you can’t what?”

“it won’t be the same.. i can’t lose you..”

“shuri, whats going on?”

“i can’t y/n!” she yells, the sudden change knocking you back a bit. she gets up from the couch and begins to pace.

“i can’t! i can’t tell you how long i’ve watched you be in a relationship with him, how long i’ve watched you be treated like shit, knowing i could treat you better! i can’t tell you how long i’ve been in love with you!” your jaw fell slack at her words. she had loved you? she’s in love with you?

your mouth opened and shut, trying so hard to let something—anything come out.

“shuri..” you choked

“i know, i know! i’m wrong for feeling this way but i can’t help it. i’m tired of being the one you always come to when that fuck says or does something hurtful to you,” she rubs her hands down her face. “i’m tired of being that friend y/n! i’m tired of being your friend. i don’t want to be your friend..”

“i wanted to be more than that. i still do. . but i know you don’t like me that way. that’s why i kept quiet, i forced myself to not say shit to you because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

you only stared at her, tears threatening to swell in your eyes.

“i just. . i couldn’t hold it in any longer, i’m sorry.”

your silence scared her. why the hell did she tell you that?! now you’re never going to want to see her again! she was already accepting defeat.

“i don’t know. . what to say” your voice cracked from the tears. you couldn’t believed she was containing this in for so long. you can’t say that you never felt something for the queen. but to you, she never showed any real interest in you in that sort of way.

“you don’t have to,” shuri replies, quickly wiping the single tear that fell down her cheek, “your face clothed and towel are in the bathroom, i’ll be in the room.” was the last thing she said before she walked out of the living room and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

instead.

there was so much you wanted to say to shuri, so much to let off your chest. how much you wanted to tell her how sorry you were for putting her through what you did, how long you’ve waited for her to say those words. how. . you loved her too.

you had feelings for shuri in the beginning, but it never seemed like she reciprocated them, you both went that entire time without ever putting out your feelings because of freight. maybe you should’ve said something. . maybe this all would’ve been different.

even though you had begun a relationship with quinton, you still wanted to have shuri around, that was still your best friend, no matter how much you loved her. but you never realized how much it hurt her to see you and him together. maybe it were those fake smiles she’d pull when you would have to cancel on your plans because he ‘needed you’, or how riri would tell you that shuri had decided not to go to a party you begged her to go to. when you would ask her why she wasn’t going she would tell you ‘oh, i wasn’t feeling well!’ or ‘had an errand to run’ or ‘just felt like staying home.’ but the real reason was because she knew he was going and she couldn’t bare to see you with him. she didn’t have the heart to tell you that though.

jesus, were you that oblivious?

you couldn’t deny that you hadn’t had a thought or two about you and shuri being together during your relationship with quinton. imagining how nice her arms would feel around you, having the chance to feel the warmth of her kisses, being able to play with her soft hair, getting to hear her laugh over and over, being the reason that she smiled, god that smile. .

you walked into shuri’s bedroom nice and fresh from the bathroom, only to find that she wasn’t there. you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t want to talk to you. you stuffed your clothes in a split section of your bag then walked over to the bed, flopping onto the mattress. you let out a long sigh before the feeling of being alone irked you. you sat up and began to look for shuri, though that search didn’t last long.

you heard movement from her balcony and turned to that direction, seeing her sitting in a chair, staring into down at city. you walked to the doorway, trying your best to be quiet.

“i can hear you, y’know” she said, not bothering to look behind her. you gave up and made your way to sit beside her.

“are you okay?”

“are you okay?” you retorted, adding emphasis on ‘you’. you looked over at her just in time to see a smirk appear and disappear on her face. “it doesn’t matter”

“yes it does, shuri, don’t say that.”

she glanced at you, then back at the city, the building lighting reflecting off her perfect skin, highlighting her features, something you had always appreciated before. the tattoo the trailed down her neck, her diamond cut jawline, her high cheekbones. she had let her curls grow out a little, almost into a small fro since the last time you saw her.

you’ve always thought shuri was beautiful, but now, knowing how she feels about you, your admiration intensified.

“i do too.” you broke the silence

“do what?”

“. . love you”

shuri looked at you skeptically, “alright, y/n” she scoffed, turning her head away from you again.

“i’m being serious, shuri,” you grab her chin, forcing her to face you, “i. love. you.”

her eyes saddened as she stared at you, “then why didn’t you say anything. .” her voice cracked as she spoke

“you were the most honest, sweetest, reliable friend i ever had. i didn’t want to lose you either.” you finally let go of her face, hoping she’d still look at you. when you saw that you had her full undivided attention, you continued. “i love you shuri, and i’ve always wondered what it would be like to spend my life with you. i just didn’t know you felt the same.”

“i wanted you to be happy.”

“but i’m happier with you. .” you placed your hand on her cheek caressed the skin with your thumb.

“baby if you had told me all of this sooner, i would’ve chose you over q,” you could the slightest glint in her eyes and she knew you were telling the truth.

“you’ve always been there for me, and i’ve taken advantage of you all these years, at least let me make it up for this. .”

you both slowly drew closer to each other, lips just almost brushing each other before shuri pulled back.

“what about quinton?”

“after what he’s put me through, i couldn’t give two shits about how he feels.” you rested your hand on the back of shuri’s neck, and pushed her forward to close the gap.

you both moaned, the action of being deprived of this feel for so long had so many emotions coming out that neither of you could suppress.

shuri had always imagined how your lips would feel, soft and innocent, warm and honey-filled. it felt so refreshing.

you began to wrap your arms around her neck and she moved you to straddle her lap, holding you by your hips.

“i’m sorry for making you wait this long, princess, lemme’ make it up to you, please” you begged through her kisses, letting your hand slide under her tank top and your fresh set scratch along her abs.

instead.

“baby, that tickles!” your giggles erupted throughout the bathroom as shuri kissed along your neck.

after your little 'session', shuri decided it was best for you both to take a bath, which you didn't disagree on. so now here you both were soaking in the corner tub of her bathroom, bubbles filling in the leftover space you and her haven't taken up.

"mm mm," she replied as she continued her kisses behind your ear, occasionally nibbling on the lobe. "i've waited too long to have you in my arms entle, at least let me kiss you"

"yeah, i do owe you that, don't i?" she smiled against your skin as you place your hand on the side of her face.

after you two got out and dried yourselves, shuri led you to the bed, insisting that she puts your lotion on you after you attempted to do it yourself.

you were now laid on your back while shuri lathered her hands in your lotion. she began at your legs. she made her way up from your ankles to your calves to your thick thighs. you couldn't help but blush at the act.

she then moved her way up to your soft stomach. she would occasionally leave small kisses against you as she did so. she smiled at the giggle that came from your lips, watching your pretty teeth make their appearance.

“you’re beautiful y/n.” she stated simply. a dark hue formed against your skin and she planted a kiss on your nose.

once she was done she helped you put on your pajamas and you were both now laying in the bed, cuddling against each other as close as you could.

as you laid your head against her chest, listened to the faint sound of her heartbeat all you could think was: this was all you wanted; somebody to love you, take care of you, hold you. shuri gave you that, she always has, you just hadn’t realized it because you were so busy caught up in your own junk. and that made you feel guilty.

you sighed and nuzzled your face deeper in her, “i wish i would’ve told you how i felt sooner. that way we both wouldn’t have felt so miserable all these years.”

“me too..”

“all this time i’ve been wasting these years with him, when i could’ve been with you.”

shuri sat both of you up, where you were straddling her lap while she laid back against the headboard. "i know, my love, i've hated it too. but now i finally have you, and i promise i'm never going to let you go. i'm going to do all the things that he never did."

her declaration brought tears to your eyes. you smiled pecked her on the lips three times, holding her face in your hands. once you both pulled away you nuzzled your face in the crook of her neck and she wrapped her arms around you.

"i meant it when i said 'i love you' y/n" you heard her say before she kissed the top of your head.

". . i love you too shuri." she said.

instead.

after packing your things back and kissing shuri goodbye you drove back to yours and quinton's apartment. as soon as you walked through the door, you were bombarded with questions.

"baby? where you been? never mind—look i'm sorry, i just—" he stumbled on his words

"it's fine." your words took him aback. it was never that easy for you to forgive him. normally it took a lot of pleading and convincing.

"uh.. really?"

"yeah, i'm cool. and you were right, i shouldn't have overreacted."

quinton watched you in confusion as you walked past him and into your bedroom, beginning to change into something more comfortable.

"so. . you sure you're not mad?" he asks again, your sudden nice behavior scaring him.

"yeah? i'm fine, swear." you tell him once again. after hearing nothing coming from him after that you turned around, seeing he was still staring at you, "what?"

"nothin', i'm just. . surprised is all."

"why's that?"

"well i mean normally you'd stay mad at me for at least a week.." he started

"i know, and that was wrong of me."

he didn't say anything and turned around to go into the living room, leaving you in the bedroom. once you heard him turn the tv on, knowing he was distracted, you reached for your phone to call shuri.

as you tried your best to have your conversation quietly, quinton tried his best to listen to you from the other side of the door. the only words he could make out were 'date', 'baby', and 'i love you'.

who the hell were you talking to?

"okay, bye" he heard you giggle from the other side and quickly crept his way back to the couch.

he smiled at you nonchalantly, as if he wasn't just trying to be a fly on the wall—door.

you plopped down on the couch next to him, "whatchu' watching?" you asked, laying your head on his shoulder.

". . just the saint and falcons game.. i know you don't watch football so you dont—"

"no, it's fine!" you smiled.

"uh—ight.."

what happened while to you while you were gone?

[jeonstellate]

flashpoint: forward

junhui’s post-9 pm overthinking led him to you, ten years into the future.

๑༄ wen junhui x gender neutral!reader

๑༄ time travel!au — little fluff(?), mostly neutral

๑༄ bulleted list format — 3K words

masterlist | flashpoint: backward

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

๑༄ wrote this almost a year ago && decided to wait until i made significant progress on the second part, but i kinda— anw. long story short, here’s the first part even tho the second one isn’t done yet *insert dancer emoji here*

๑༄ personally loved this, if you can’t tell by the word count lol, so i sincerely hope y’all do too <3

for this specific universe, the world lives in whichever time they wish

however, the ability to jump through time isn’t a common ability

nor it is a well-studied area of science

it isn’t necessarily a regulated movement(?), either — time travelers don’t carry passports or any documents that record their movement from one time to another

to top if off, no one knows exactly how one gets the ability to jump through time as well; it just appears randomly once the blessed individual comes of age

what people do know, however, is the fact that there is a set of rules every time traveler is strongly advised to abide by

first & foremost, every time traveler mustn’t mess with the flow of events — specifically those that concern an entire population

which means they can’t prevent any public figure from crossing onto the other side of veil — political or otherwise

they can’t introduce a current technology to the people of the past, either — especially since inventions have the power to drive social advancement

basically everything that can impact how history is told is forbidden

saving endangered animals through time travel is included in that btw

tragically

&& also bringing forward obsolete stuff to the present

[that means no bringing forward quality web-based flash games or the psp. sigh]

second, every time traveler cannot reveal to the people of time periods prior to time travel becoming "common" knowledge that they are, in fact, time travelers

that sounds like a trippy sentence to comprehend completely, so let’s paraphrase

time travelers can’t change when time traveling became something that people just know to exist

if they travel to some time in the BCE, they can’t mention anything abt time traveling to the ppl there — bc time travel isn’t heard of yet during that time period

same thing if they travel to any CE period when time travel is basically "non-existent" still

truth be told, no one can exactly pin point when time travel became a common knowledge

so it’s a little tricky

that’s why it’s advisable to keep quiet abt it when going to the past

unless it’s recent past, then that should be fine

but not so much when going forward in time

since yk, they fs already know that time travel exist if people of the present already know abt it

the third advice for time travelers is to not stay too long in the past or the future

the unofficial handbook for time travelers didn’t really specify how long is too long, so everyone interprets it differently

some think it means a few days max, while some think it’s a few weeks

some even think it means a few years

but anw

the point is, according to the handbook, if one stays too long in the time they don’t belong in, changes will occur in their present

which will domino effect

to not only their future, but potentially to everyone else’s lives as well

[write that down—]

in a way, that connects advice three to advice one

thankfully, you aren’t blessed to be a time traveler

sure, you don’t get to experience the perks that comes w time traveling

but at least you don’t have to remember all those rules

&& wtv unmentioned precautionary tales there are abt time traveling

unfortunately for wen junhui, though, he is a time traveler

which means he has to keep all those rules in mind whenever he enjoys the perks of time traveling

sigh

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junhui doesn’t have a favorite era to travel to

he, quite honestly, just travels on a whim

remember that "end of the world" talk bc of the mayan calendar?

yea

junhui didn’t believe in it either

but, nevertheless, he still time traveled to the day after the supposed end date just to prove to himself that he was right not to believe it

&& that there was definitely still tomorrow after the so-called "end of the world" day

ngl that extremely brief stay in that particular date was for his post-9 pm self — the one that worries abt every little thing that has ever happened in his life & that he has ever heard of in passing

basically his post-9 pm self has some sort of heightened anxiety or smth, that’s why he never trusts anything he thinks of from 9 pm onwards

[i personally believe this btw. this belief has saved me multiple times. i highly recommend :D]

still, whenever his post-9 pm self gets too worked up worrying abt nothing, it’s difficult for him to sleep

so it’s best to quell anything that can be a source of anxiety asap

esp since he needs — wants — all the sleep he can get

junhui has also traveled into the year 3000

solely bc he heard his friend hansol play a song abt it

&& the lyrics mentioned smth abt ppl in that year living underwater

now, that lyric could’ve been entirely fictional, a result of merely observing the trend of global climate change

but, considering the world they all live in, it’s also plausible that at least one of the songwriters for that song is a time traveler

so, naturally, junhui wants to confirm it for himself

to his surprise (not really), they do live underwater by then

&& remember the flying cars ppl of the past collectively envisioned for the future?

they’re apparently floating vehicles instead, like submarines, which can give the impression that they’re flying

it’s actually pretty cool to see

almost like the future in meet the robinsons, but like . . . underwater

anw

junhui doesn’t just fact-checks the future or any future-related things, he also has a similar habit for the past

aside from making sure wtv he read abt in books are accurate, he also fancies seeing tourist spots in their young state — before the effect of time & tourists took a toll

just to name a few . . .

he went to see the great wall at its peak condition: complete & still intact

he had admired the taj mahal as a recently completed building

same goes for the eiffel tower & the entirety of intramuros

not to mention the not-yet-green statue of liberty

& disneyland, back when there were merely 20 attractions in the entire park

suffice to say, junhui enjoys his time traveling abilities to the fullest

despite not actually using it often

in fact, by this point in time, he hasn’t time traveled in a while: his last time jump being more than half a year ago

it was, if he remembers correctly, to visit the cats in ancient egypt

sure, he could’ve looked around for the pyramids too & the other wonders of ancient egypt, but he was literally just there for the cats

cause, yk, he just thought of them & how dissimilar they might be to modern-day cats

to no one’s surprise, there wasn’t any notable differences

so, yea

no other escapades followed after that trip

that is, until his post-9 pm self got better of him

wen junhui, like any other night prior, just wants to sleep

well, at least his body does

his mind, though . . . it seems like it has other plans

bc it just . . . wouldn’t . . . shut off

[i fcking hate it when that happens]

his brain, for wtv reason, just decided that it was the best time to think abt the future

not just any future, though: his future, specifically

sure, he has traveled to the future countless of times, but those trips were never to catch a glimpse of his own future life

partly bc he was never actually interested in knowing beforehand

but mostly bc he knew that the future isn’t exactly set in stone

sure, the near future might not change drastically when he decides not to eat his usual breakfast, but there’s no telling how much each choice dominos into the distant future

thus, it’s reasonable to assume that, just bc he sees it when he time travels, it doesn’t automatically mean that that’s how his future will play out exactly

really, a part of him just wants to stay cautious abt accidentally changing his future

‘cause he can totally see that happening:

after seeing how his life is in the future, he might potentially develop a conscious preference towards things that he thinks will build into the future he saw

not knowing that the decisions he made due to his hyperawareness actually altered how his future will eventually play out

wen junhui doesn’t want to experience that

like, at all

bc it’s def a recipe for disappointment & heartbreak

but, apparently, his brain begs to differ

bc it’s still trying to convince him that it wouldn’t hurt

to know how his life will going exactly 10 years from now

if anything, it might even provide some comfort . . . to know that, yk, he’ll be just fine 10 years from now

but at the same time,

what if he gets so obsessed w making sure he doesn’t change his future after he goes back to the present??

he would be so stressed for the next 10 years until his present finally catches up to the moment he time traveled to

oh heavens

junhui of the present just — quite literally — want to fcking sleep

so he tossed

and turned

blanket off

blanket on

one foot out

foot back in bc he remembered abt the monsters that might try to pull him by his leg

lie down on his stomach

lie down on his back

put one arm under his pillow

and—

nothing

absolutely nothing

he’s still wide awake

tragically

once he sees a semblance of sun rays through the window curtain, he defeatedly decided to compromise

and finally time traveled 10 years forward

truthfully, time traveling for wen junhui is v easy

at least after he mastered it

which took a bit ngl

he just has to think of time & place he wants to travel to, mean them, close his eyes, & let the magic do its thing

normally, he would open his eyes as soon as he feels like it was safe to do so

just to confirm that he did end up in the time & place he intended

but for this one specifically, he didn’t even want to bother confirming that he arrived at his destination

instead, he settled for accepting the different feeling of the sheets under him as such

contrast to how uncomfortable & hot his own bedsheets and blanket felt to him tonight,

the ones currently touching his skin felt comfortable & cool

aka literally the perfect recipe for sleep

junhui personally has been begging his body to sleep for hours now at this point

so after processing the sweet relief of comfortability, he basically knocked out cold almost instantly

[he was getting so frustrated—]

[i’m so happy for him *wipes tear*]

now, don’t get him wrong

he’s normally cautious whenever he time travels, esp if it’s within his lifetime

given that it’s a "special" circumstance of sorts

that shall be explained later . . . after he wakes up

he’s just really tired, okay?

let him be

let him discover how much he fcked up once he wakes up

from a deep sleep he so deserved

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once junhui finally wakes up from his slumber, it took him a moment to remember what he did before he slept

still unaware of his night shenanigans & barely awake, he makes a beeline to the bathroom

except the path that normally takes him to the bathroom didn’t actually take him there

but rather to a closet that he doesn’t even recognize

undeterred, he turns & tries the second doorknob he grasps

thankfully, that door opens to reveal what he’s looking for: a bathroom

the harsh lighting essentially forces him to fully open his eyes

and he finally notices that there are two toothbrushes by the sink

he could’ve sworn he only has one toothbrush out of the box

so he absolutely has no idea which one he should use

much less why there are suddenly two in the first place

junhui decides to not think too much of it

and just takes the safest option: only using a mouthwash & moving onto the rest of his morning routine

he’s not abt to take a risk abt that yk

who knows what he uses the other toothbrush for that he just can’t remember atm

now refreshed & completely awake, he finally finally remembers what he did last night before he drifted off to sleep

he has time traveled 10 years forward

which means he’s currently in his body 10 years into the future

alright, guess this is the right second for a quick rundown of how time traveling works in this universe

if the time he wants to travel to is within his lifetime, his consciousness will enter his body during that time

which means he’s inside the time flow & whatever he does may impact the succeeding events

which also means he has to be extremely mindful

if the time he wants to travel to is outside his lifetime, may that be before or after, then he’s just . . . an entity with no actual form

like an invisible ghost

which means he’s outside the time flow & he’s free to say wtv & move whichever way he wants without bothering ppl

or even worrying abt accidentally altering the timeline

however, if he’s not skilled enough, he might accidentally manifest as a person that didn’t/doesn’t rlly exist during that particular time

which means that, once again, he’ll be inside the time flow when he shouldn’t be

actually, if he’s a seasoned enough traveler, anything is possible: he may still touch things without necessarily being inside the time flow, he may potentially alter the timeline without having a vessel, etc.

but anw

now, with all that knowledge in mind, wen junhui looks around with purpose

first he turns to the mirror to intently observe how he physically changed over the years

then, once satisfied, turns his attention to the bathroom itself: how he recognizes some of the brands but not exactly the packaging

and how painfully obvious it is that his future self shares the place with one other person

has inflation gotten so bad that he had to share his apartment w someone?

truthfully, he doesn’t rlly mind that

but it means his chances of getting caught are higher

esp if his flatmate happens to be home atm & he has no idea who they are

junhui takes it upon himself to explore his bedroom too

& look for clues abt who he might be living w

assuming that they are close enough, that is

it doesn’t take him that long to find what he’s seeking, thankfully

bc there are two framed decorations on his bedroom walls that basically answered all his current questions

one of which is an intimate wedding photograph of him and someone else

which means . . .

wen junhui of the future is fcking married

and his flatmate can only be his spouse

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright

now

it’d be a complete lie to say that wen junhui of the past anticipated that

bc he totally didn’t

and honestly, who can blame him?

dude doesn’t even have a significant other in his present

and, judging who he ends up marrying,

he hasn’t even met the person he ends up w yet

nor has he heard of them

bc he has yet to hear the name that he can only assume is theirs next to his on the other framed decoration

which has his name & [first name] in large print — surrounded by small handwritten messages

all of a sudden, junhui has more questions than what he started w prior to discovering the identity of his flatmate

how did they meet?

how long were they a couple before they wed?

how long have they been married at this point?

when did they marry?

when did they me—

and as if on cue, a soft knock resonated from the door,

instantly freezing junhui in place

followed by a: "jun, are you awake yet?"

thinking on his feet, junhui quickly busied himself w making the bed

so when the person who knocked inevitably opens the door, he can use it as an excuse

"oh, good. you’re up."

junhui immediately thought the picture has done you no justice as soon as you appeared by the doorway

he swears he even stops breathing for a sec after seeing you

"yea . . . i was just fixing the bed . . ."

he has no idea how he’s able to act like he didn’t just fall in love at first sight

but perhaps his fear of giving himself away is the one to thank

hopefully, his acting was convincing enough to foul you

not that he wants to lie to you or anything

he’s just being cautious bc he doesn’t know if his future self has let you onto his secret

and he certainly don’t wanna be the one responsible for that talk

"once you’re done, come join me for breakfast, yea?"

phew

it seems like you’re none the wiser

that’s good for him

now, all he has to do is to play along & not blow his cover

sounds easy enough

right?

right?

"ofc. lemme just grab my phone & we can head out tgt"

.

.

.

wrong!

bc, for one, he has no idea who you are

besides being his spouse, and your name,

and perhaps also how you physically look like,

junhui doesn’t know you

and what kind of husband doesn’t know anything abt his spouse???

not a good one, for starters

sigh

all of a sudden, he was so glad he bothered to take acting classes when he was younger

to be fair, he did take them to help him blend in whenever he wants to travel w a body rather than as a ghost

which is exactly what this situation is

except this one’s a bit different . . . in a way

‘cause now he gets to use it to keep his marriage intact

and for the sake of his future, he needs to not mess it up

no pressure at all ammirite

[esha-isboogara]

perv josuke

it’s been so long since i’ve added to this series and i’d like to sincerely apologize. i know i’m supposed to get my part five characters done but it’s been taking forevvvver :/ here’s this while y’all wait oh so patiently <3

ps. i spelled yandere wrong and only ONE person pointed it out ☹️you guys are so fake

♡he’s a pervert, and totally a yandere, the usual warnings

☆perv!josuke who has an unhealthy obsession with you. he writes in a special journal that he dedicated towards all his thoughts revolving around you

☆perv!josuke who has used his stand multiple times to see your nude body. he’s not weird he’s just curious. plus he always puts your clothes back so it’s not like it really matters.

☆perv!josuke who has wet dreams about you while he takes naps in class. almost every time he closes his eyes he envisions your pretty smile or the way your hips sway slightly when you walk. god you’re the hottest person he’s ever seen. his classmates don’t dare mention the fact he groans out your name while he rests for fear he’ll get angry and beat them to a pulp.

☆perv!josuke who has stolen your uniform from your locket on multiple occasions. it’s happened so many times you’ve had to move your locker TWICE now. josuke always figures out where it is and he will continue to take your things

☆perv!josuke who has tried to bribe rohan multiple times so he’ll draw a few pictures of your naked body. he gets rejected multiple times but that won’t stop him from trying.

☆perv!josuke who walks you home every day after school, scaring off the other boys with his menacing glares. plus he

☆perv!josuke who genuinely gets upset when you interact with other guys. he knows he’s not the only man in this town but he sure wishes he was. why are you talking to another boy at school y/n ? does he not matter to you anymore? are you trying to replace him ? king of gaslighting frl

☆perv!josuke who hates it when jotaro is around. josuke is well aware his nephew would never give into your advances but that won’t stop you from trying from time to time. it gets to the point where josuke asks him to stop coming around the house because “it makes his mother sad” despite it being quite the opposite. he feels you jotaro finds you slutty and wants nothing to do with you. although it made you sad he was glad the competition was eliminated.

☆perv!josuke who takes polaroids of you and covers your body with cut outs of sexy photos he found in a magazine okuyasu gave him. it brings a smile to his face every time he glances over at the pictures.

[royal-confessions]

“The reactions to Elisabeth’s rumored boyfriend is so weird and very shallow. Just because nobody in her family has married a commoner doesn’t mean she won’t end up with one.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“The way most comments about Elisabeth’s boyfriend is about his looks. Some even go to the extent of saying it must be false because there’s no way she would fall for someone who looks like that. Whether the rumor is true or not, why does it matter what he looks like? Are y’all blind? She’s lovely and all but she’s no great beauty. And she seems like a very smart down to earth girl who knows that someone’s pedigree is not the most important thing in the world.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“Most royal watchers are shallow af. Nicholas Dodd suffered so many insults just because people don’t deem him worthy enough for Elisabeth. She’s not even that good looking herself. Would you rather she end up with an aristocrat who doesn’t have the brains and only gets by with his family history and his looks?” - Submitted by Anonymous

“Seeing people’s gross reactions to her supposedly dating a commoner, I sincerely hope Elisabeth marries one cause some people need a dose of reality.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“I wish the rumors about this Nicholas Dodd is not true cause that guy deserves better than the ridiculousness that comes with dating a future queen.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“I don’t like the press invading Elisabeth or any young royal’s privacy. Imagine being that Nicholas guy- strangers on the internet calling you ugly and making fun of your looks, “journalists” assuming you’re from a rich family when all signs point to the fact that they are very much working class, people saying she should be with someone with blue blood. People can be cruel.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“When are we gonna stop acting like Elisabeth is the fairest of the land? She’s not even mid. Why are people mad she was rumored to a guy they deem ugly?” - Submitted by Anonymous