#can it be arc 2 yet. can it. please please please please ple

[magic-is-something-we-create]

getting emotional thinking about dawn millennium saga. again.

she thought it was just a toothache. she got dizzy and feverish and her parents were bringing her to a healer and she was enchanted looking at the fireflies. she thought it was a toothache. when the canoe capsized she bit the monster doing it. the water was dark like wine even though the thing she bit bled gold ambrosia. she thought it was a toothache. she forgot her own name, swallowed live frogs, sipped the yolk from dragon eggs while the dragon mothers watched too scared to intervene. she thought it was a toothache. she didnt even remember she was alive until she crawled out of the swamp and onto the piers of tal'ren. she didnt even remember her name. she thought it was a toothache. she still doesn't remember her family's names. she remembers how they tasted but she doesnt remember their names. she thought it was a toothache. now her blood burns her from the inside because its filled with light when even the flicker of a candle can give her a sunburn. now she can never kiss her loved ones or close her mouth without wounding herself or risk being anywhere near her menstruating partners because their blood might trigger a frenzy.

she thought it was a toothache.

[geeky-marie]

The little lie

Part 2 of Good luck charm

Dewey Finn x Reader

School of Rock :The musical

Warning : Smut, Fluff

N/A: Here my first attempt since a long time to write smut. I think i’m a little bit rusty so please be nice with my feeling. Comment if you want another of maybe send me a request I will try my best !

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

——–

The soft music of Dewey playing guitar for himself was filling the small apartment and put a smile on your lips.

Hide in the small bathroom of the man flat, the water of the shower running for giving the illusion. You look yourself in the mirror, passing one last time your hands on the side of the grey mini skirt and adjusting the tie.

Two weeks had passed since the show where you had to put Dewey’s uniform and the occasion to wear it again didn’t really happen yet. In fact, that night, it’s almost if you reach the bed before Dewey show you how grateful he was for what you did.

It was now time for you to remind him how his girl was hot in the color of Horace Green and how much you can rock is world.

Stopping the water,you step outside, passing the kitchen for reaching the living room. There, sitting on the couch, head down on his guitar, is fingers gently brushing the strings, your boyfriend was lost in his head, humming a song you never heard.

“ Mister Finn, is that a new song for the School of Rock I hear ?” You said, making your way into the room. 

“ Well I’m not sure yet, it’s like if it doesn't... Did you call me Mister Finn ?“ Dewey say, still focus on the sheet in front of him before lifting his eyes to face you “ Holy Shit !” 

The expression of his face shift in an instant. Swallowing hard is saliva, you could see his gaze become darker, passing from your leg to the skirt to your mid-open shirt, to the tie half hiding your bra to your mouth. Pushing with precaution the guitar aside, you climb on his knees, your skirt rolling up on your hips .

“ Class is over “ You playfully tell, a marvelous smile on your lips. 

“ I think I never wanted more than now to be the teacher's pet “ Dewey answer, grabbing your ass, pressing your cheeks in his rough hand.  

Smiling against his mouth, you lightly bite his bottom lip. 

“ What’s happened to mister stick it to the man ?” You joked. 

“ Oh shut up “ He growl, finding his way into your laced panties. Starting to rub your clit with his fingers, you feel his mouth gently kiss and suck the skin of your breast.  

Closing your eyes,your hands grabbing and stretching is band t-shirt. You heard yourself moaning, your hips moving to giving him better access. Cupping your vagina with his whole hand, giving no rest to your sensible clit, Dewey watch you enjoy his delicious torture, admiring every little expression of pleasure passing on your face. Feeling his finger leave your small button even for an instant, you open your eyes.    

“ Ple...please“ You beg, trying to trap his hand between your legs. 

“ Please what ?” Dewey ask, the smirk on his lips letting you know that he was taking a true joy to make you beg. 

“ Make me cum...I’m so close” You moan, biting your own lips “ Don’t be a brat” 

“ Me, being a brat !?” He laughs, falsely offend, pushing his two fingers into you entrance and adopting an already good pace. “ I just enjoy the show you give me “ 

You didn’t stay at the edge for long. Feeling his fingers pumping you and your overstimulated clit press against the fabric, you reach your first orgasm in an instant.  

Letting you regain your breath, it didn’t take long after that to discard the clothes of Dewey and throw your wet panties across the room. Still, your attempt to remove the, now, too warm uniform meet a firm opposition.

“ Keep it “ Dewey order, making pop some of the button of the white shirt. 

The man isn’t usually the kind who giving order in bed, but, right now, you frankly love it. 

“ I should have bought one a long time ago” You joke, kissing the crock of his neck, feeling the tips of his cock brushing against your wet hole.          

“I think it’s not the uniform in itself, it's the fact that you wear it. You wear my clothes in front of all this crowd, showing them that you are mine, entirely mine.” Dewey possessively confess, his voice deeper by the desire. Biting you shoulder and leaving a mark like for support his affirmation, he then buried himself in you, making you cry of joy. 

“ Yes, I'm Yours “ You respond, moving your hips as you start riding him, his hands guiding you to find the best rhythm for both of you. 

The first part of the stitches burst when the cock of Dewey found your G-spot, making your back arc and you heart skip a beat. The sensation, so good, make you stop on track and pant for several minutes before he take things in hands and bump against it again and again, glad of his little discover.

“ Come for me baby...make me hear the sweet music of you coming“ The musician say, pushing one last time on you special spot, making you reach your second orgasm and see stars. 

The rest of the sewing busting, was maybe due to the change of position. Or maybe the way Dewey grab both you boobs and the shirt while fucking you from behind. But to be fair, you were already too busy to notice the stitches. 

Breathing heavily against you neck, moaning your name like a prayer. His full length was stretching you, making your brain think at only one thing : him. Him, telling you how freaking sexy you are and how it was so good to being in you. Him, at the edge, making slap his skin against yours, making you moaning and grip the couch fabric. Him, Dewey Finn, coming at the same time as you, wrapping his strong arms around you to be sure you stay with him during this wonderful moment.

It was only after, when you were both lazily resting on the couch that he realize the sad fate of the uniform. 

“ Well, it’s true that we didn’t go easy on this poor uniform” Dewey laugh, helping you to remove the way to big coat. 

“ That’s not funny Dew, Billy will be so sad, look what we have done to his work, it have holes in it now. “ You complain, watching the torn material of the shirt you just removed. “ I will tell him that i’m sorry, it was an accident” 

“ You will tell to a young boy that you had sex with his teacher in the uniform he help you to adjust ?” Dewey laugh “ No, Y/N let me explain it to Billy, yes it was an accident but I will find something…a little lie” 

“ I don’t like the idea of lying to one of your students, but it’s true that we can tell him…” You admit.’ But now we don’t have the uniform either, I through you like it too because of what you said” 

Shifting his weight to being on top of you, he softly smile, laughing a little. 

“ I love you. Yes seeing you in my concert clothes was exciting, but holy shit, you’re mine and something it’s hard for me to understand it “ He reveal, kissing your lips” I didn’t know I could be possessive of somebody before you…but you know, maybe you could just wear my t-shirt often or…my shirt” 

Smiling, you reach is lips. 

“ I love you too and I will love wearing your clothes again “ You tell, kissing his mouth” But I have to concede I will miss the uniform or maybe it’s only you giving me order in bed” You finally joke. 

Laughing, Dewey lay down at you side, wrapping his arms around you. 

“ Don’t worry, I will ask Billy to design you one. You are sexy as hell in that thing.” 

_______

@beetlebitchywitch​ @beetlejuicecansteponme​

[currentlyreadingmanga]

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun Chapter 19: Mitsuba (Part 2)

Previously: we started a new arc! We shifted the focus to Kou and his new ghost friend, Mitsuba. He’s a new-ish ghost and not at all what I expected (but I’m honestly kinda living for it). Together they’re trying to work out what Mitsuba’s unfinished business is so he can move on. They seem to work well together (in a very chaotic type of way). It started out very cute and then it got real angsty real fast, and I suspect it’s only gonna get worse this chapter :)) I can’t wait :)))

Now onto the next chapter!

You know when you say you’re gonna upload more regularly but then life happens and you get sick (AGAIN)........yeah, don’t know what that’s like or anything……..sigh

Anyway, time to finally keep going with the feels train from last chapter. And omfg

Only the first page and I’m already feeling all the feelings ;n; Look at them!! They were so precious! I know it’s not rare for people to stop being friends when they change classes but still :C

He’s saying that he tried to reach out to everyone he considered a friend but none of them recognized him. I know I said it last chapter but god, this is so heartbreaking, this poor child. Kou looks speechless, and I can’t say I blame him, it’s a lot to unpack.

Awwww baby he was bullied in elementary school for “looking like a girl” and being “cocky” :( I know not everyone is like that, but people like these are the reason I was so glad to be over with high school (not elementary school because I went to school with basically the same people since I was five). Kids can be so unnecessarily mean :/

Ah, okay. So when he started middle school, he decided to change things up.

Oh, sweetheart ;; He tried, he tried so hard because he just wanted to have friends and be happy but it backfired. I can’t even imagine how that must have felt. Like, what was the point of locking away his true self if no one cared about him either way? “A boring guy who barely stands out from the background” I really resonate with this line (and I’m sure a lot of people do as well). I’m quite shy nowadays but I was extremely shy when I was younger; I only really had two close friends in class (they’re thankfully two of my best friends to this day) and I knew everyone else didn’t particularly cared about me unless they needed something. I didn’t really get bullied but I was made fun of a few times because I was a bit overweight, and that, inaddition to my anxiety, really dealt a blow to my self-esteem. I only started to really open up during my second year of college when I met a lot of people who had interests and personalities similar to mine. What I’m trying to say with all this is that it can take a really long time for you to be comfortable in your own skin and to be comfortable sharing who you are and what you enjoy; hell, I still have a hard time doing it. But it gets better, even if it doesn’t seem like it will, it does, and it breaks my heart to see that Mitsuba didn’t get the chance to experience that, that he didn’t get the chance to find friends that loved him for who he was when he was still alive.... Oof, okay, that got sad fast. Let’s keep reading.

In his own clumsy way, I think he’s trying to lift Mitsuba’s spirits. Since he’s one of the people who forgot about him, he probably feels guilty, so this is his way of saying “I didn’t remember the fake you, but I will do my damn best to remember the real you and I’ll let the others know as well”. And yeah, it’s brash, but I like it, I see it as a way of preserving Mitsuba’s actual memory, who he really was and not the persona that just made him unhappy.

Ah, good, he apologized for not remembering him and he also explains that the reason he didn’t recognize him was because he was so different from when they first met. Fair tbh, there’s quite a gap between the seemingly soft spoken boy and Mitsuba’s actual teasing nature and colorful vocabulary.

Kou is such a good kid. Like, I know Mitsuba is already dead but I’m so glad someone told him this. And hey, it could help him move on as well. OH! HANG ON. Okay, so, Mitsuba said that he thinks his regret has something to do with taking a picture he couldn’t when he was alive, right? If we take into consideration what we’ve learned so far, it seems like Mitsuba’s biggest regret centers around the fact that he couldn’t form long-lasting friendships. So like, is the picture he wanted to take one with his friends?? Because that’s- that’s so sad but also so sweet I think I could cry. Kou, in his own way, tells him that he’s a pretty alright guy and Mitsuba says “a lot of good that does me now” but hey, it actually does, because I think he really needed to hear that.

Ahhhhhh Mitsuba asks him if they could have been friends if he were still alive. Of course you could have, sweetie! Come on, Kou, tell him!

ಥ‿ಥ ಥ‿ಥ ಥ‿ಥ ಥ‿ಥ ಥ‿ಥ ಥ‿ಥ

He’s taking a picture of Kou!!!!!!!

(TдT)(TдT)(TдT) my heart oh my god I love them so much look at these babies.

Kou is being oblivious but Mitsuba tells him not to worry about it and that he thinks that once they develop the pictures, he’ll be able to move on ;; (Or at least I think that’s what he means.) 

(⚆.⚆) (⚆.⚆)

(;;⚆_⚆) Oh…………..there he is……..oh dear

But ALSO, hello?? do they know each other?? how? when??? (also imo the stylistic choice of making that speech bubble black is incredibly effective because you can just feel the malice behind it)

Oh, I’m so glad that Kou realized so fast that he isn’t Hanako. Like, yeah, the clothes are a big help but I feel like this boy’s aura is so different from Hanako’s (well, from regular Hanako, since he does have some moments when he smiles creepily).

Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)  (ﾟдﾟ；)  Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) HOLY FUCKING SHIT W H A T

What is he doing???? what??? did he like, kill him off, like, for good??? wha   t????

Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||) OH GOD, IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE

………………….oh? So he does work as a “Hanako-kun” like Amane? That’s interesting because when I first came up with that I thought it would be possible if “Hanako-kun” was one spirit that split itself depending on who summoned him. But now that I know that he’s actually Amane’s twin, I have to wonder how and why did this happen. Like, why is it that both of them ended up with this role? Is it because they are twins and since they look the same the rumors then would consider them to be just one entity?

Mitsuba’s wish was “I want to stay in everyone’s memories” and I just ;;;;;;;;

(ﾟдﾟ；) (ﾟдﾟ；) (ﾟдﾟ；)

First: please let the child go omfg. Second: that’s not your decision to make. If Mitsuba thinks that having Kou remember him is enough, then that’s it, there’s nothing more to argue. And I repeat: ple a se let go of the child. Why is he trying to interfere? Like, yes, Hanako helped Yashiro as much as he could when she made her wish(es), but he only kept interfering because she still wasn’t happy with the outcome. Mitsuba seems to be okay with it, so he shouldn’t have a reason to meddle.

“Don’t you lay a hand on my friend!!” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Kou is such a good kid, we don’t deserve him. But also he’s being reckless and it fills me with worry ;;

Ohhhhhhh okay. I didn’t consider that before. Whether Hanako could only grant wishes to living people or not, I mean. I assumed he did, so it’s interesting to know that there’s someone who can grant the wishes of the dead. That brings up a couple of questions, though. Like, what are the limits of his powers? What does he take in exchange? Are the wishes of the dead similar to Mitsuba’s or do they have a bigger range? Is any spirit able to summon him or are there restrictions like in Amane’s case (even if we still don’t know what the conditions for summoning him are yet)? Also, again, it seems like he’s more “pushy” than Amane is in regard to his wish granting.

…...oh, oh no. they’re gonna forcefully change his rumor so that his wish comes true (even though Mitsuba was happy before and ghost boy here doesn’t like to listen to other opinions, apparently)

[also now I feel really bad about the crooked man joke I made last chapter. I didn’t think it would come back to bite me in the ass like this;;]

Oh god, that’s some horrifying imagery. There’s nothing gruesome but the way that it’s drawn conveys the despair he’s feeling so well.

“If you can’t tell him his name then he’ll break your neck to make you look like him” jfc that’s just cruel ;; to turn his sincere and desperate wish into a weapon, to turn him into a mindless weapon (because we know that he’s gonna have to do it unless Yashiro is able to change it or unless Hanako takes matters into his own hands). Also it just hit me that Mitsuba is not dead dead so like, why the fuck did Hanako n°2 put a hole in his chest???? what was the point?? just to be a piece of shit?

…………………..I-

Yes. that, same. Wh-what the fuck

OH! Haku-joudai went to report to Hanako what happened! Oh boy, oh dear. He looked shocked and slightly afraid and I’m :)) terrified :)))

So, he’s on the side of chaos, basically. Like, he clearly does whatever the fuck he wants, and he wants complete and total freedom to do so, without a care about how that might affect others. Lovely :))))