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1punch · 6 months ago
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god im so tired it's been such a long day at college
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nanamis-angel · 3 months ago
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𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 ♡︎
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ You and Suguru have been dating in secret and it hasn't been easy but it's totally worth it. So, while at a party, Suguru slips away to see you, not thinking anyone is around. But just how long does it take Satoru and Shoko to figure out what's going on?
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ suguru x fem!reader, fluff, making out (oop), you and suguru get caught kissing (losers lol), suguru is annoyed, satoru is the annoyer ™, shoko is a girls girl, yaga mention.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 2.1k
𝐚/𝐧 ৹ was literally in class when I got this idea so I started writing it in my notebook. i'm shameless (hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y).
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“You could have practically any girl here, Suguru and yet you keep ignoring them all!” Gojo exclaimed at his best friend. The two of them, along with you and Shoko were at a house party of a friend. And despite his flirty personality, he noticed that a lot of the girls their age seemed to flock to Suguru. Yet he ignored their advances every single time.
“I’m just not interested,” Geto replied, putting his hands in his pockets.
Satoru scoffed. “C’mon, you can’t possibly be serious. We’re at a party, have some fun! It’s not like Yaga is breathing down our necks right now or anything.”
But again, Suguru shook his head. “Knock yourself out, I’ll pass.” He shrugged it off.
Up until a couple of months ago, the two boys would go out and meet plenty of girls and would just have fun. But as of late, Suguru had just been ignoring any girls who came his way. Politely, of course, but he always made sure that they knew he was simply uninterested. Gojo would watch as Suguru would turn them away, his jaw agape. He simply couldn’t understand it.
Truth was, Suguru had been dating you for the past couple of months but the two of you had mutually decided to keep it a secret for the first little bit. You were still navigating relationships and you wanted that aspect of privacy. Suguru, of course, wanted to give it to you. But that did make seeing each other quite difficult.
At first, Suguru had no desire to attend these parties anymore. Knowing that he’d be approached by the girls there. But Satoru begged him every time, not knowing about his relationship with you. You didn’t want Suguru to miss out on the fun and told him to go anyway. So, he did. He’d just turn away any girl who’d come his way.
Especially since you wanted to keep things on the down low, he couldn’t just tell these girls that he had a girlfriend without the possibility of the word getting out to your friends.
Satoru glanced at two girls who had their eyes set on him. “Suit yourself.” He shrugged off before putting on a flashy grin and walking towards the girls.
The moment Satoru was distracted, Suguru let out a sigh of relief. “Finally,” he groaned. “That should keep him busy for a while.”
Now was finally his time to slip away—to slip away and find you. You had wandered off with Shoko ten minutes ago and he was already itching to see you again. He pulled out his phone and texted you.
“Where are you and Shoko?”
Moments later, your text popped up on his screen. “Don’t know where Shoko went but I’m down near the bathroom.”
Suguru smiled at your message—finally, he could just be with you alone, even if it was just for a minute. He made his way through the house, ignoring anyone and everyone he walked past. He just wanted to see you and he was determined to do so.
Turning around the corner, Suguru saw you in the hallway, leaning against one of the walls and his face lit up. Shoko was nowhere in sight, and neither was anyone else, just you. He understood you wanted to keep the relationship a secret but boy did it make things hard sometimes.
“There you are,” He said, walking up to you. Immediately, his arms were around your waist, and his chin was propped up on your shoulder. “Felt like I was going to suffocate back there.” He mumbled.
You chuckled a little. “That bad, huh?” You asked him with playful empathy.
Suguru nodded his head. “Satoru can’t take a hint that I’m not interested in any of the girls here. But I can’t just outright say why.” He sighed. Keeping your relationship a secret was hard—especially from his best friend.
Mr. “Six eyes sees all, nosey, and in everyone’s business Satoru Gojo” was hard to keep a secret from. Especially when he didn’t understand why Suguru was so uninterested in the girls around him all of a sudden.
There was no rule in school saying you couldn’t date other students—however, Yaga viewed relationships in school as a distraction and while if he found out you and Suguru were together, he couldn’t do much about it, he would just make it very obvious that he didn’t approve. Which in turn, would just make things awkward.
So, all of this together was the reason why your relationship was so private and secret.
“But now… I don’t have to deal with any of these pesky people.” Suguru grinned down at you. Within seconds, he pulled you into one of the rooms right by the bathroom, just so he could kiss you in private—away from everyone else, hoping nobody would come stumbling across the two of you.
Putting far too much faith that no one would, Suguru didn’t close the door all the way. Instead, he got straight to it, not wasting any time by pressing his lips against yours. You were a little taken aback by the sudden kiss and his eagerness but you reciprocated with fervor.
It had been hard having to sneak around all the time to do something as easy and simple as kissing; like conveniently going to the bathrooms around the same time while in class—or saying you were going to get some of the cursed weapons from the shed and Suguru would offer to “come help” you every time.
Needless to say, he was making up for all of the times he wanted to kiss you but couldn’t. He understood and respected your wishes to keep things private but boy were there enough times when he wanted to kiss you, no matter who was around.
His hands slipped from your back, down to your hips, giving them a firm but gentle squeeze. The only time you pulled away was to catch a breath, only for you to reconnect your lips with his moments later. With his hands still on your hips, he pulled you closer, kissing you harder.
Suguru was a great kisser—granted you had no one to compare him to since he was your first boyfriend but he made you feel alive every single time. He was the epitome of an amazing boyfriend. Respectful, sweet, with just the right amount of playfulness. You swore you could love him forever.
You don’t even remember when you fell for him but you were so glad you did.
But before you could continue, you heard a very familiar voice near the doorway, which caused you both to freeze right in your tracks. “Am I interrupting something?”
It was Shoko, standing in the doorway with a little mischievous grin on her face. You finally pulled away from Suguru, your face as red as a tomato and your eyes as wide as ever. “S-Shoko! Where—how’d you get here?” You asked, stumbling over your words.
“Smoke break in the bathroom,” She said, holding up a cigarette.
Of course, a smoke break. In the bathroom. In the bathroom right next to the room, you were just making out with Suguru in. Suguru mentally cursed himself for not closing the door all the way. At least that would’ve given you a second or two to pull away from each other and make things look normal.
“So, how long has this been going on?” Shoko asked, clearly not giving up on her curiosity.
“Um,” You looked at the ground for a moment. “About three and a half months…”
Shoko looked a little surprised. “Wow, that long? I always assumed something was going on between the two of you but I didn’t know you were together—especially for that long already.” She replied. It was decently impressive, given how strict and nosey Yaga was. Not to mention how nosey Satoru was. “And whose idea was it to keep this a secret for so long?”
Suguru pointed at you almost immediately and Shoko let out a snort at his quickness, provoking you to roll your eyes. Shoko’s eyes moved to Suguru. “And just where is Satoru?” She asked, knowing that the two of them were practically attached at the hip on nights like these.
Suguru sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s occupied talking to some girls who were flirting with him earlier.” He answered, feeling slightly bad that he had just dipped. “I took that as a chance to come find [name].”
Shoko’s lips tugged into a grin as she looked you up and down; your lips were still slightly swollen from the passionate kisses you had just shared. “I can see that.” She teased.
Shoko had been your best friend ever since attending school but for some reason, you wanted to die of embarrassment. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a little ball and blip out of existence. It was pretty embarrassing when you were caught making out with someone, even if it was your best friend who caught you.
“Honestly? I’m just impressed you two managed to keep this a secret for so long.” She said, crossing her arms. “Yaga-sensei is practically breathing down our necks most days and Gojo is awfully nosey.”
“Trust me, it hasn’t been easy,” Suguru muttered under his breath, earning a quick glance from you.
“You’re not going to tell Yaga, are you?” You asked Shoko. Shoko wasn’t a snitch—you knew that much but there was a little anxiety in the back of your mind that word might somehow get out to your teacher and make things awkward in places like the classroom.
“You won’t hear a word from me,” Shoko replied.
You let out a relieved sigh and smiled but it got you wondering why you were even anxious to say something about your relationship before. You reached out and your fingers laced with Suguru’s and he squeezed your hand.
However, just moments later, you heard footsteps coming from behind Shoko and towards the doorway to the room. It was Satoru, stumbling over after hearing your voices. “Is Suguru over here? He just disappeared.” He said, his voice slightly dazed.
But his slight daze immediately went away when he saw you standing right next to Suguru, your hand in his. “Ooooohhh what’s going on here?” He teased, leaning his arm on Shoko’s shoulder. It was pretty obvious what was going on. He had observed enough, and Suguru had talked about you enough to know that you liked each other at the very least.
Shoko rolled him off her shoulder and you narrowed your eyes at Satoru. You knew it was practically impossible for him to keep his mouth shut about certain things and you weren’t taking any chances.
“Keep. Your. Mouth. Shut.” You said firmly. You almost sounded like a mother scolding a young child.
“Okay fine,” He groaned, knowing there was no use in fighting you. He could tease or annoy Suguru all day but you were definitely not the girl he wanted to cross. You were not as forgiving as your boyfriend was. “How come I’m the last one to know about this though?” He looked at Suguru, feigning humorous offense.
Suguru began to walk towards the door, your hand still in his. There was no use in trying to hide anything around Shoko and Satoru anymore, so why would he? “Because you have trouble keeping quiet about certain things.” He replied to Satoru as he passed by him. “AKA you have a big mouth.”
Shoko just snickered, following you and Suguru out of the room. “What? What do you mean?” Satoru exclaimed, following behind the three of you. “I can keep a secret! I promise. C’mon you guys I’m not that bad!”
“Name one secret you’ve kept,” You said, looking back at him over your shoulder.
Satoru hesitated as if he was trying to think of one he could say. But then he crossed his arms and turned his nose up. “Well, I can’t say them because they’re a secret, obviously.”
Although this was obviously not true, it earned around of laughs from the three of you as you returned to the party. Even though this wasn’t how you planned your night to go, part of you was quite relieved that you no longer had to hide your relationship with Suguru around Shoko and Satoru. It felt like a weight had been taken off of your shoulders.
And Suguru? He was the most relieved out of all of them.
And he definitely kissed you a lot that night.
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lovequartz · 8 months ago
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where our fingers meet.
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✵ pairing: town doctor!wonwoo x fiancee!reader
✵ genre: fluff!
✵ warnings: none
✵ word count: 701
✵ crush me in your arms give me a lovelier kiss, lover
✵ notes: yeah i am back with more of this couple <3 i literally cannot stop writing for them
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the week before the wedding is stressful, and not for you but for your mother and sister. you are still trapped in somewhat of a daze, you can’t believe you’re getting married let alone who you’re getting married to. your sweet sweet wonwoo, you’re sure you must’ve dreamed him up for it is madness that a man so perfect exists. in thinking of your wonderful fiance you’re awash with a sense of longing that sits heavy in your chest. 
it’s been a little less than a week since you’ve seen him, due to all the planning madness your mother and sister have swept you up into. not to mention the fact that wonwoo had left town for a stretch to visit his parents and travel back with them so they could attend the ceremony. you wish you could’ve gone with him, to have a bit of privacy between the two of you before you were to become spouses. 
silas has been lovely as he usually is, but you suspect that he’s coming to understand that you won’t always be with him so he has been making sure to take up as much of your attention as he can. which is why he currently lays sprawled across your lap while he doodles on the edges of his math notebook, and the accompanying math textbook sits abandoned across the room near your bed. 
you run your fingers through his hair for a few passes, “i thought you promised your mother that you would have a page done by bedtime?” 
silas hums, you feel it against your thighs where his upper body is positioned, and he puts his pencil down and lays his head against his open notebook, “too sleepy,” he murmurs.
your hand moves from his hair to rub his back gently, it was just about his bedtime so the sleepiness was understandable. you leave him be and when you’re certain he’s asleep is when you tuck him into your futon, making sure the blanket covers him. gathering his things, you stack them neatly into a pile and set them near the door. 
as your nephew sleeps you busy yourself with getting ready for bed yourself, changing your day dress with your sleep gown, and running a comb through your hair. 
a few minutes into brushing you hear a faint knocking at your window, its seems too quiet to be actual knocking but doesn’t quite sound like the branches that sometimes scratch at it. you slowly make your way over, and try to peer out the spaces in the slats. after not really seeing anything, you carefully slide the window open just a crack and the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. 
“wonwoo?” you say in disbelief, staring wide eyed at your fiance that stands just outside. 
he gives you a shy smile, and rubs his hands together nervously, “sorry for the abrupt and unannounced visit.” 
you shake your head, still dizzy with disbelief. “what are you doing here?” 
“i wanted to,” he pauses as if embarrassed by his actions, and you notice how red his ears are, “see you.” 
your face heats up at his admission, and you stare silently at him for a few moments before telling him to stay put. assuring him that you would be right there.
you grab a shawl from your closet and throw it over your shoulders before quietly making your way out of your bedroom and out of the house. your slippers kick up loose rocks as you hurriedly round the corner to where your fiance waits. 
he smiles when he sees you, holding out a hand that you take as soon as you’re close enough. both your fingers weaving together seamlessly. 
“is everything okay?” you ask breathlessly, still a bit worried over this unannounced middle of the night appearance. 
his free hand comes up to cradle your cheek, and you melt as his thumb brushes across your skin. “everything is fine,” he replies, “i fear that a week without you is far too long for me to bear.” 
“wonwoo…” you mumbled, flustered over his words, “you could’ve called.”
he shakes his head with a grin, “and miss this lovely sight before me? never.”
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notes: okay my lovelies thank you as always for reading and there will most likely be more of this couple from me! let me know what you thought <3
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retrosabers · 10 months ago
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𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒.
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eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: sometimes you and eddie’s banter can take a bit of a turn
warnings: allusions to smut, swearing
word count: 1.3k
a/n: this is a very small little something to ease myself back into writing. let me know if you would be interested in a second part! :)
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“cut the shit munson.” you spit from your place at the other end of the drama room. “you don’t intimidate me.”
eddie laughs, a cynical sound that rumbles from deep within his chest. the boy smirks, and you have to fight the urge to jump across the table and smack him.
“oh really?” he leans back in his throne, spreading his legs wide. “then why are you standing all the way over there?”
you roll your eyes, poking your tongue into your cheek. his arrogance was unyielding, and it seemed especially true when he was in his element like this. eddie was always one for theatrics, even more so after a session of his beloved dungeons and dragons.
it was so irritating.
eddie cocks his head to the side, eyeing you in a condescending way. with a narrowing gaze, you slowly saunter over to his seat, eyes never leaving his. the smirk on his face intensifies. like he had you right where he wanted.
there’s always been a cat and mouse game between you and eddie. a competition to see who could push each other’s buttons the most. your friends nagged you both about the tension that so obviously lingered in the air, but you could never tell if it was from a growing dislike, or just the opposite.
whether eddie was a thorn in your side or the apple of your eye, you would never give him the satisfaction of letting him win. ever. especially in this moment.
the boy props his foot against the edge of the table, and pushes it back. the squeaking sound startles your ears, and eddie can’t help but be amused at the way you flinch. you gracefully slip past him and lean against the table’s edge. you’re situated right between his legs with a sharpness in your eyes that makes his head spin.
“i don’t have all night eddie.” you say with a bit more venom than intended. it was a long and stressful day, and you had been running around campus like a maniac looking for your chemistry notes only to find out the biggest pain in your ass had stolen them after first period.
“relax princess,” he reassures with mock concern. the pet name sets your skin ablaze and he takes note of the way your fists curl around the table’s edge when he says it. “got it right here.”
he reaches behind him for the worn out red notebook.
you scoff. “funny how you would steal my notes for the one class you and i both know you’re not gonna pass.”
he dramatically places his hands over his heart, your notebook pressed against the logo of his hellfire shirt.
“ouch. you’re killing me over here.”
“a girl can dream,” you quip back, lunging to grab your notes so you can just go home. of course, he’s quicker than you, and tosses the journal back onto the table right as you swing foward.
you lose your balance and quickly brace yourself on the arms of the throne. you glance up and find the darkest of chocolate brown eyes boring into yours. your breath hitches in your throat involuntarily, causing eddie to break out a shit eating grin.
“so you do dream about me.” he replies with a cockiness that’s surprising even for him. you’re close enough that you can smell the faint aroma of tobacco on his breath and you can really see the length of his lashes. god, why was eddie munson so pretty? the realization makes your stomach flutter, churning with a feeling that’s never been associated with him before.
but then you remember that it’s eddie, and eddie’s only trying to see you cave before he does. you’re the only person he can rile up like nobody’s business and the feeling is more than mutual. you’ve got each other in equally vulnerable positions; it’s just a matter of who’s facade is going to crack first.
“you’re right.” you admit, your voice far more sheepish than he’s ever heard. it’s bordering submissive, something eddie’s not sure anyone has ever seen from you before. the notion goes straight to his crotch.
the corner of his mouth twitches. it eggs you on.
“i dream about you a lot.” your voice is barely above a whisper as you lean in even closer, palms planted firmly on either side of eddie. a cage of sorts that he’s seemingly fine with being trapped in.
you notice the way he’s fully leaning back now, removing his arms from beside yours to tuck them behind his head. it gives you a peak of some of his other tattoos, and a new angle of his biceps that will likely be the subject of your thoughts for the rest of the day.
“oh yeah?” he asks, voice an octave lower than before. “tell me about it.”
you tug your bottom lip between your teeth and eddie has to fight the urge to close the gap. your lips are nearly touching, hot breath fanning over each other’s cheeks as you feign innocence.
“we’re always in bed.” you continue, eyes flicking over eddie’s form. you can see the way he’s breathing a little faster, and you can definitely see the tent forming in his jeans. you look back up at his eyes and his pupils are nearly black.
you boldly dance your fingers up his torso. “sometimes you’re on top, sometimes i am.”
eddie prays you miss the way his cock twitches at the thought. he doesn’t want to imagine the ridicule he would face if your friends found out. it’s exactly what you’re aiming for.
in an effort to get his mojo back, he gently cups your jaw, tracing the outline of your cupid’s bow with his thumb. he moves it down to pull back your bottom lip, watching with intent eyes as the plush flesh snaps back into place.
heat pools between your legs, threatening to put a crack in your plan that’s very clearly working. but god, there’s such a satisfaction at watching eddie be wrapped around your finger, so entranced by whatever your next move is. you’ve gotta keep the upper hand.
“the best part though” you tease with a wicked grin, ghosting your lips over his.
eddie hums. he raises his brows defiantly, like he’s daring you to confess that you’ve been thinking about him the way he thinks about you. he doesn’t care if this is some stupid fucking back and forth. he wants to hear you say it.
when your hand trails back down and brushes over his crotch, he nearly loses it. you lean in beside his ear, offering a low sultry whisper. the boy’s eyes flutter shut, preparing for whatever’s coming next.
“is when i get to stick a pillow over your face.”
his eyes shoot back open in an instant.
you look like the cat who caught the canary. a devious, cheshire-like smile on your face as you slowly back away from him with your notebook in hand.
“smooth,” he deadpans, folding his arms over his chest in an attempt to distract from the now very obvious boner he has.
“sorry, sweetheart,” you mock him, returning to your original place at the other end of the room. “i’ve gotta fly.”
in a bold move, he asks, “does this mean i should swipe your stuff more often?”
your bravado falters for a moment at his question. then, it returns tenfold.
“you’re gonna have to find out.”
you saunter out of the drama room with a teasing salute, picking up your bag from it’s place by the door. eddie, flustered yet scorned, laughs out into the empty room. the sound reverberates off the walls and the empty soda cans still scattered on the table.
two can play at this game. you may have won this round, but there was plenty more coming .
he was so going to get you back.
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thanks for reading! <3
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twstgarden · 8 months ago
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❁ ❝ 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 ❞
━ first years and wish-granting magician! gn! reader ━ how would the first years like having a wish-granting friend? (f/n means first name)
requested by: anonymous ♥ request type: headcanon requester’s message: Hayy, Mina!!! First of all i hope you’re having a wonderfull day! Anyways! I saw that your requests are open, and I would like to request some platonic headcanons for the first years gang with a gn!reader who was a wish granting unique magic, simillar to Alluka from hunterxhunter. For the reader grant a wish the person needs to fulfill 3 requests made by the reader (the person is strucked by a curse of bad luck who least for some days if their requests are not fulfilled). Love your writing🌷. florist’s note: i feel like i totally half-assed this, i'm so sorry. anyway, thank you for the request, sweetie! 
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✦ a unique magic like yours is certainly impressive, especially for your first-year friends. of course, they don’t hang out with you for the sole reason that they like your unique magic. they genuinely care for you, and your abilities are just a bonus for them.
✦ now in terms of each and every one of these sweet little numpty boys, ace would occasionally joke around and ask if you could grant a wish for him. “n/n~ there’s something i reeeeeally want,” said ace as he leaned closer to you, pressing his hands together as if in prayer.
✦ “you need to grant my 3 requests before i give you what you want,” you replied as you took a bite of your meal. ace sighed and sat back on his seat, “okayy~ let’s hear it. what are the things i must do?”
✦ you raised a brow at his eagerness, “…what is this wish anyway?” a cheeky grin found its way on ace’s lips as he joked once more, “i wish to get perfect marks on my test!”
✦ silence.
✦ “…seriously?” you mumbled. sure, ace did have his moments, but it’s not like reaching a high score is nigh impossible for him. seeing your reaction, ace laughed and patted your back, “i’m joking! i’m joking! gee, n/n, you’re so serious.”
✦ deuce, on the other hand, barely mentions your abilities nor does he have any use for it. sometimes, however, he gets tempted.
✦ “n/n…”
✦ “yes, deuce?”
✦ “since you can grant wishes like azul, but you’re less harmful than he is… can you do something for me?” he said it so politely that you can’t help but smile, patting his head as you replied, “sure, what is it?”
✦ “i wish to have a photographic memory… like the kind where i can just stare at my notebook and everything in it gets into my memory…” spoke deuce, making you blink. this is just like ace’s wish but with more steps!
✦ as for jack, he’s the one who never mentions or asks for anything related to your unique magic. he sees no point in asking for a wish when he can just work hard for it, but he greatly admires you for your wonderful ability!
✦ instead of asking for a wish, he compliments your skills instead… of course, it’s rather awkward.
✦ “uh… you did… good.” that was all jack said in response, making you blink after you used your unique magic on a student that passed by you and jack, asking for a wish and they have fulfilled all your requests. as sweet and generous as you are, you granted this student their desires.
✦ their wish? to get all 3 ssrs in the game they’re playing in a single 10-pull.
✦ jack was with you during the process, and as soon as the student walked away, he tried to compliment you, only to end up being awkward about it. you chuckled as you replied, “thanks.”
✦ as for epel, he was quite chill about it. similar to jack, he barely mentions or asks for anything regarding your abilities, but he does praise you a lot better than jack does.
✦ “woaahh~ you’re like a genie! so cool!”
✦ you were grateful with how epel compliments you, but you felt as if calling you a genie is a stretch. sure, you grant wishes, but you’re not as powerful as genie, no? at least, that’s what you think.
✦ ortho, on the other hand, has known of your unique magic before you revealed it to the rest of the group. he had everything analysed and statistics of your power were already read by him.
✦ “f/n l/n-san, your magical abilities are extraordinary! granting wishes in exchange for three requests puts you at an advantage. ah… but i don’t understand why deuce spade-san says it’s almost like azul ashengrotto-san’s unique magic…” spoke ortho as he conversed with you.
✦ “oh, pay it no mind, child,” you replied, “i guess it might seem like azul’s magic on the surface since we are both the ‘wish granting’ types.”
✦ lastly, sebek does not acknowledge it too much. yes, he knows you grant wishes, but it’s not like it’s something he needs to take note of. he has no use in having you grant him a wish when he can just work twice as hard to achieve what he wants.
✦ he doesn’t know how to properly compliment you either, but he thinks it’s impressive at the very least.
✦ but of course, nothing tops the power of his master.
✦ and grim? he tries to use it to his advantage. he would constantly pester you, even when you are in your dormitory, asking for a wish of thousands of tuna cans, grilled meat, salmon, and whatnot. his wishes were never-ending.
✦ every time you give him 3 requests, he ends up not doing them in the specified time frame you have set, causing him to get a string of bad luck for a week straight. the poor monster with a bottomless pit was very furious that week.
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cherievol6 · 2 years ago
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California Dreamin'
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summer nights as an up and coming seventies rock band
word count: <1000
warnings: swearing, moustaches
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"Marco, if you don't stop messing with that needle-"
"I'm not!" Marco screeches in defence from behind his new porn stache, lifting his hands up in a surrendered position when Harry saunters over to his new record player and stands in front of it protectively. You giggle quietly at their behaviour, squinting as you watch the boys squabble from the patio doors. Harry had saved money from his first released record to buy this Technics player, so he was feeling precious about it. He'd only really let you fiddle with it, but you always saw him monitoring you over your shoulder.
Melanie stalks down the rich oak stairs in her new bootleg jeans she found in a small charity shop back home, her worn down guitar in hand and a notebook. She wrote the best songs on her oldest guitar. You'd said to Harry a few years ago that you believed everyone's instrument is supernaturally bound to them in some way. You were both pretty high at time.
"God, Melanie. I miss my jeans so much." You whine.
"As if you're not looking unbelievably sexy on that garden chair over there. Marco, here, come and get the gorgeous pregnant woman a drink, would you?" Melanie replies, leaning to kiss you on the cheek and propping her things on the cream sofas. She snatches her scarf from over the lamp in the living room and ties it around her neck.
"Is this gorgeous pregnant woman in the room with us?- Ow! I'm messing, you miserable old sod." Marco sends you a wink but is quickly reprimanded by a swat to the head by your man, who was intensely inspecting his Bowie vinyl for scratches. You quietly giggle, knowing yours and Marco's relationship was playful and unserious, though you really liked Harry's protectiveness.
"Talk bad about my missus again and I'll rip that monstrosity clean off." Harry points to Marco's moustache before patting his cheek heavily, looking over at you with a glint in his eye. You grin, pretending that didn't make you slightly turned on. You were pregnant, it was hard not to be turned on by anything Harry did. Especially when he was wearing his maroon corduroy trousers and just a tank top, cigarette hanging from his lips and a glass of whiskey in the other. Your hand rests over your bump covered by an airy white summer dress, and Harry looks at you from across the room like you hung every star in the sky.
Marco appears by your side with a cloudy lemonade and you smile, grabbing his hand in a thank you and shifting on your garden chair to feel more comfortable. Harry had rented this place for your stay in Malibu whilst you, him and the rest of the band wrote their new album, but sometimes you secretly wished you could live here forever. Large veranda doors that open wide to let the setting sun in, beautiful oak walls and avocado coloured marble on the kitchen floor. You could sit and write every day here.
"What's on your mind, my pretty lady?" Harry's deep voice is smooth like treacle in your ears. You glance over to where he's situating himself on the other outdoor chair, stubbing out his cigarette now that he's next to you. Opal coloured sunglasses cover his eyes, and his hair remains slightly more grown out than usual. He always looked like this when he wasn't doing shows, kind of rugged, rockstar-ish. You loved it.
"I love this house, so much." You breathe. He grasps your hand and kisses it softly, holding it there as he sighs contentedly, glancing over at the skyline and the sun creeping behind. An orange glow sets over the small house and you smile, observing Marco and Melanie trying to light the old barbecue that must have been at least ten years old. Harry's hand creeps up your leg under your white summer dress, slipping it over his knee so he can run his hand up and down - brushing over your ankles every so often.
"How the fuck do you where these when you're pregnant?" He fiddles with the strap of your brown wedged heels.
"Just 'cause I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't still dress nicely. You know, I found a column in the paper back home by this young'un called Sophie Clark. She writes little fashion pieces at college. She's dedicated a section to me every week. 'The stylish lead starlet of The Saffron'. I need to keep up appearances." You muse, fiddling with the large thin hoop earrings that Harry had gifted you just the day before.
He leans down and kisses your shin, before travelling his hand to your bump unconsciously. "I know. I read it sometimes when you're away at your writing sessions back home and I can't see you. Need to know what you're wearing so I can picture taking it off you--"
You give him a knowing look, and he closes his mouth immediately with a mischievous look. His hand moves in gentle circles over your stomach and you revel in the feeling. It quite literally could not get any better than this. A warm, summer evening in California, the smell of incense coming from inside the house. The hum of The Mamas and Papas travelling from the turntable speakers.
"We're gonna write some good shit here, guys." You inhale. Harry hums and reaches for his notepad on the ground next to the chair, flipping it open and writing something down pensively.
"You found a muse already?" You try and peek and he laughs, slamming the leather bound book shut and grabbing your hand to plant a kiss.
"Just feeling inspired. Entranced. In love." He murmurs and closes his eyes, "I've got all of my muse right here in my hand."
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heyyyyy!!! so i've kind of created a new lil universe after watching daisy jones and falling into a hole of 70s obsessions again. lmk if you'd like more little blurbs from these characters. I introduce you to The Saffron. my own little seventies rock band.
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firedrakegirl · 6 months ago
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Pheobe was focused on her writing, a single earbud in and playing music to drown out some of the sounds of the cafe. Her tea had long since gone cold and her posture resembled a question mark more than a person. She was on a roll and didn’t look up until someone gently tapped the table across from her.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? The other tables are full.” The man had long dark hair and enchanting emerald eyes. He had a divine aura, but seemed to be trying half heartedly to hide it.
Between being pulled from her hyper focused state and the anxiety of suddenly being addressed, she froze up. After far too long a moment of his watching her expectantly, she nodded and blushed.
He sat across from her with his cup of coffee and his eyes rolled over her form. “Thank you. You can call me Loke.”
“Phoebe. It’s nice to meet you.” She managed to get out. She straightened up to offer him a hand to shake and her entire spine sounded like rice crispies.
“Are you quite alright?” Concern lit his eyes. There was something odd about how he was sitting in the chair.
“Mmhm. Just haven’t moved in a while. Would you mind watching my things for a moment?”
When he nodded, she stood and went to the restroom before getting in line for a fresh cup of tea. Sadly, she hadn’t inherited her mother’s fire powers, so she needed a fresh cup instead of reheating it. When she sat back down and met his gaze, she blushed brightly. “I got too into writing and when you distracted me it was like I got all the status effects ever. Had to pee, needed a drink, need to eat, etc.” she rambled before blushing more. “Sorry, you didn’t need all that information.”
The god’s face broke into a smile and he shook his head. “You mortals never cease to amuse. What are you writing?”
“Oh, just a silly little story. Nothing all that interesting or exciting. Just a way to relax after work and away from my real life, you know?” She observed him as he listened to her and then it hit her. He was trying to mimic the humans in the cafe. His upper body was in a similar posture to all the business folk who would work all day here, but his lower body’s posture was far more casual. She had to hide the chuckle. He was trying to mesh with the humans, with no idea of how to actually do so.
“Sounds interesting. Care to tell me more?” He sipped at his coffee too casually, like he was savoring a rare treat.
“It’s the story of a human princess who finds herself in an arranged marriage with a demon spider prince. Shes terrified of him at first, but then finds that a lot of the way she thought about his people was all misconception and misinformation. Eventually they fall in love and confound everyone who thought it would be an uncomfortable political marriage.” She summarized, shrugging a little. “It’s all kinds of silly tropes and chaos and not the most logical, but I enjoy it.”
“A princess and a demon spider. Thats not a story you hear about every day. Midgardians are so creative with their stories.”
“Oh, we really are.” She couldn’t help but agree. “Do you enjoy stories?”
“Very much. Where I come from, most of them are tales of wars and battles, so the changes here are a delight. I can find stories in all kinds of topics here.”
“Isn’t it wonderful?”
They continued to talk through several more cups of tea and coffee, several pastries, and her laptop dying. Eventually, the cafe was closing.
“Would you like to meet again sometime?” Loke asked hopefully.
“Oh absolutely. Let me write down my number for you.” Phoebe quickly scribbled it on a bit of paper from her pocket notebook. She handed it over as she packed up. “Next time you’ll have to tell me what you’re the god of.” She winked at him as she stood and walked out of the cafe before he could reply.
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nekoannie-chan · 2 years ago
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Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Avenger!Reader.
Word count: 872 words.
Summary: You have a different plan to escape from the Accords.
Warnings: Canon divergent
A/N: This my entry to @incorrectmarvelquotesss‘ 1000 Followers Celebration with the incorrect prompt #3:
"Why are you still here?"
"Because I care about you, you asshole."
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You dropped the notebook you held in your hand. One of the disadvantages of your powers was that you couldn't control when you were going to have a vision.
You weren't going to let Steve make a mistake, and you weren't going to give Ross the nod either. Of course, there was another way, one they evidently hadn't thought of.
In fact, no one knew that man was going, apart from Tony, and you had never trusted him. Of course, you had seen a lot of things.
Having visions meant that you were not always going to heed them all, as it was very easy to change the course of what would happen; however, sometimes it gave some advantages.
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"Do you know what it comes to?" Steve asked you, and you were just about to inform him when Vision told them.
"To something that won't suit us," you answered dryly.
Steve signaled to Wanda and Vision to continue, but he stopped you. "What exactly do you mean? "he questioned, mortified.
"Well... it has to do with the Sentinels and all that stuff I lived on the run from for a long time," you said, looking him in the eye.
Steve nodded; he understood, but that didn't mean he was going to let it happen.
Sitting there while that horrible man told lies was one of the hardest things you had ever done in your life.
Not to mention the pressure they wanted to put on you afterwards to sign the Accords.
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"I have to save Bucky," Steve told you after the discussion you had with Stark.
"I know, and you also know that I can help you," you replied.
"I don't want you to be in danger...
"You know I'm not going to sign them," you interrupted him.
"I know, but I need you to be safe. I'll get you... as soon as I can. You know they'll be looking for me.
"Uh, the right Captain America is going to break the rules," you scoffed.
"Y/N," Steve scolded you.
"Don't worry about me, Steve; I'll be fine; you know I have my contacts." You smiled; you knew what was going to happen, but you wouldn't let it.
You had your own plan, and this was where you would cause the future to be different. In your vision, you had gone with Steve to rescue Bucky and ended up fighting Stark and the others at an airport.
Now you would go ask the mutants you knew for help. Erg could help you escape; he knew everything to do with the subway, while John could warn you in case they were chasing you, and as an additional plan, Clarice could give you a way out through a portal.
You hadn't said anything to Steve either; you knew he didn't want anyone else involved, but you weren't going to let the Accords ruin their lives either.
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Getting the help of the other mutants was easy; you simply had to tell them what was going on and show them the Accords document that Ross had given them.
No mutant was going to sign the Accords, so you told them your plan, and they all agreed to help you. Esme had even told you of a place they could not enter if you were chased and would shelter you.
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You saw the old factory; you had to get them out of there. Bucky in a few minutes was going to wake up.
"Who's in there?" Sam asked.
You grimaced; Steve wasn't supposed to involve any more people, but there was Sam, who was supposed to have nothing to do with it and should be out of danger.
"Y/N? I told you to take shelter. Steve scolded you as soon as he saw you, and Sam was perplexed.
"Why are you still here?"
"Because I care about you, you asshole."
"I don't want to put you in danger."
"You won't.   I have old friends, so Steve, we have the plan to escape.
"We're going to be on the run," Sam said.
"We mutants know a place where the authority Ross has can't do anything; they'll take us there." I talked to my contacts, and it's all arranged.
"Did you know what was going to happen and not tell me?"
"If I told you, you would surely do everything to make it happen; I got a way out; don't worry, Lorna and Marcos will take care of getting Wanda and Clint to safety... "
"How do you know...?"
"Steve, I know a lot of things—more than you think." We have to hurry; they will be waiting for us at the airport, but they will be bored, and by the time they realize we won't arrive, it will be too late.
"Bucky... "
"You can come with us; they will help him there too."
"How do you know these people?" How do you know we can trust them? Sam questioned.
"It's a long, old story from when the Sentinel program was active."
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"How much longer will we wait?" Rhodey complained.
"They should be here by now," Tony replied. He didn't know what he would tell Ross; no one knew where the others were.
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haecien · 1 year ago
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Prankster — Y.JH | warnings - cursing, kissing
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I found this cool prompt generator for ships! If ya want the link its here ;D
2/ 13
Link to the masterlist!
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Pt. 2 Yoon Jeonghan
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Yoon Jeonghan, how do I even begin to explain this prankster? You don't even know what is up his sleeve this time, he pulls the most predictable pranks but I always keep falling for them.
He always pulled some type of prank on the teachers every week, I'm surprised that he isn't suspended yet. " hey psst y/n. " I looked behind me to see jeonghan, I rolled my eyes at him and replied " Yeah? What do you need this time. "
He scratched the back of his head looking a bit embarrassed " Well... you know the scary teacher who's always on my back right? " I nodded my head " Yeah?... where are you going with this. " jeonghan took a deep breath
" Can you stick arround with me, I got introuble with her and I need to actually act like I've changed... maybe if in hang out with you more she would think I got more behaved? "
you felt sick of even having the thought of being seen arround him, but he seemed really genuine this time, he looked at you for a while with a sad expressed. You sighed and given into him " Fine, but on ONE condition. If you pull another one of your pranks again im ditching you. " he let out a slight giggle
" Can't promise that, ill try though " a sly smile spread across his face, you don't know whats wrong with you. You HATE him, but why are you getting so soft with him? Haha, love is werid isn't it?
A few weeks passed by and you realized he wasn't all THAT bad, sure he was a bit mischievous and a bit of a prankster but he was genuinly nice and made you laugh sometimes.
" Hey y/n, I got us some drinks from the cafeteria! You want one? " before I could even reply he cut me of " No? Okay ill have it all to myself! " " YOON JEONGHAN! " you flicked his forehead and grabbed the other drink from his hand " Oww! " he said playfully as you both laughed it off
" Ah, fuck I have to study for a test, Sorry I have to go " you felt a bit sad that you had to part ways so early, you grabbed onto his arm. " Isnt it Chemistry that you need to study for? I can help you. " you felt a little flustered when his eyes light up, he looked so happy and he quickly got out his notebook from his bag
" Whats taking you so long! Let's start! "
You both studied for hours, it was becoming late and your eyes became heavier and heavier by the second. You constantly kept yawning, Jeonghan asked if you wanted to stop but you insisted it was okay, " So, were done with Ionic and Molecular Compounds. Tell me whats the difference? ... " Jeonghan flipped through his notes and started to read out what he wrote
His voice sounded so calming and soft, eventually you dozed off into a deep slumber. Jeonghan got a bit startled and thought you had died on the spot but he placed you on his lap and didn't even move a single inch, he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and looked at you with a smile on his face. He gave you a little peck on the forehead,
" Its sad that you won't be able to know what I'm about to say, the truth is. I lied about everything, I just wanted your attention to myself. "
Eventually you woke up to see you lying down on his lap, you looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep too. You were flustered and got up, God how long were you out for? You began to start cleaning up your stuff and placed them into there proper places
" Goodmorning to you angel. "
" Angel? What kind of nickname is that. " " The type of nickname that I gave to the person I like. "
"... Fuck you, Yoon Jeonghan. "
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Cien rambles
I was giggling while writing this HAHAHA, our gentle sexy is up next👀 GOD this is so much fun to write i love it!!! Also wow I got 7 followers:D thank you so much❣❣
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nj-6-girl · 4 months ago
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The sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Seoul Academy, illuminating rows of neatly arranged desks. Twelve-year-old Choi Micha sat at her desk, tapping her pen against a blank piece of paper. Her long, silky hair cascaded over her shoulder as she frowned at the daunting task before her: an essay on Korean history. Despite her usual confidence, the subject left her uninspired.
"Mina," Micha whispered, glancing over at her best friend, who sat beside her. Mina's desk was equally clear of any productive work, her notebook filled with doodles instead of notes.
"Yeah?" Mina replied, looking up with a mischievous grin that often got her into trouble.
"How are we supposed to write this essay?" Micha asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
Mina shrugged, her grin widening. "I didn't even start mine. I was hoping you had some ideas."
" didn't you do search in the books that the teachers gave us for information to write this essay"
" nah, I didn't" she shrugged carelessly.
" you're going to get In trouble again, and your parents won't let this go easley" Micha said quietly while putting her head on top of her arms on the table.
" what's new" she said equally as quiet while looking anywhere but her friend.
Both girls came from prominent, wealthy families in Korea, Despite Mina’s troublemaking reputation, Micha knew her friend had a kind heart, often hidden beneath her rebellious exterior. Mina's parents were strict, frequently punishing her for her antics, sometimes they were really harsh on her on the smallest thing.
" are you going to be ok" Micha mumbled softly.
" I'm ok"
The classroom buzzed with activity as other students scribbled away, but Micha and Mina found solace in their mutual predicament. Under the table, Mina playfully nudged Micha's leg with her foot. Micha retaliated, and soon, the two were lightly kicking each other, giggles stifled behind their hands to avoid the teacher's stern glare.
As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Micha felt a mix of relief and excitement. She followed her usual routine, heading to the convenience store near the school. The small bell above the door chimed as she entered, and she made a beeline for her favorite dessert: strawberry mochi. With her treat in hand, she walked to the nearby playground, a quiet spot where she could enjoy her snack in peace.
Sitting on a swing, Micha savored the sweet taste of the mochi, her mind wandering to anything but history essays. " Should I try the chocolate mochi next time" she whispered to herself while adjusting her baby pink back bag on her lap and swings lightly.
" hello there" a woman voice said behind her as Micha jumped slightly on her seat" don't need to be frightened" the pretty woman chuckled.
" I just want to have a small talk with you"
The women looks pretty, I should trust she doesn't look like the scary women in the movies that kidnaps children like Kang oppa told me about.
" what's you name ? And how old are you beautiful?" She crouched in front of her.
" my name is Choi Micha, and I'll be turning thirteen this October" she said adorably while pouting.
" I'm jeong saebi and I work at ador entertainment, oh do you like candies I have some more here" saebi noticed how the little girl was clutching her mochi in a tight grip like someone would steal it from her, how cute.
It's true that Kang oppa would scold me if he saw me take Free candy but, saebi unnie is pretty like the women in movies she wouldn't do anything bad to me.
" thank you" she grabbed the candies and put them in her bag for later.
" do you like music"
Micha nodded twice without thinking.
" oh what is your favorite idol group" the pretty woman said fixing the flying hair of Micha.
" I like girls generation" her eyes lit up while saying the name of her favorite group.
" that's great! Do you want to be like them one day"
Again Micha nodded her head without thinking, but this time it was faster.
" brilliant! I work in a company that may makes your dream come true, here is my card, call me when you make your decision, ok?" She finally got up from her position and handed her the card.
" thank you, I promise I will think about it since you gave me my favorite candies" Micha squealed joyfully.
" you really are beautiful, I hope you think about it". Saebi spoke gently to the little girl in front of her.
It would be a nice addition, I hope her family accept it though. Saebi wasn't blind, she noticed the girl uniform and knew right then that she wasn't from a normal family.
" well I have to go, bye Micha" she waved as she walked away.
" bye unnie" she said softly as she stared at the card in her hand.
When Micha arrived home, she was practically bouncing with joy. She plugged in her headphones and played her favorite Girls' Generation songs, losing herself in the music and the glamorous world of her idols. The elegant choreography, stunning visuals, and catchy tunes captivated her, fueling her dreams of one day joining their ranks.
As the last notes of the song played, Micha stood in front of her mirror, holding the business card. She imagined herself on stage, bathed in lights, performing for adoring fans. A smile spread across her face as she whispered to herself, "One day, I'll be just like them."
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mairablue · 2 years ago
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Hello! 😊 I saw you're accepting requests and I was wondering if you could write something with Scorpio and the mc watching a movie of murder mystery genre. I'm not pressuring you of course! 🌷
Also, I saw you wanted tips as well and all I have to say is.... Write whatever your heart tells you to. Writing is an expression. It's love, spirit and everything alike put down into words. Also, just because someone has a different writing style than yours, doesn't make it better than yours. All people have their own style in writing and all are beautiful and meaningful.🙃 And if you think you haven't found your own style yet, just keep writing about anything you want and soon enough you'll be where you want to be. (Also, sometimes we might not like something we're writing, because we're focusing at one piece at a time, but if we push through the doubts and finish it, once we reread it, we see how good it actually is, because we see the meaning of each word and we see it complete.)
SCM - Department of Punishment
Scorpio ♏ - Movie Night
Synopsis: A movie date ( sort of ) with Scorpio.
A/N : Thank you for requesting . I have tried my best, hopefully you like it. 🙂
You were sitting on your bed, writing a diary entry. You had a few assignments to complete, and here you were wasting your time.
You sighed and went to your study table, opened your notebook and started thinking. You definitely needed help and a bit of rest.
" Why am i so tired, all the time ? I need to complete it as soon as possible. But i want to sleep." you sighed, and closed your notebook. " I will write it tomorrow. " you thought.
There was a knock on the window. You opened it and saw Scorpio. He smiled at you. He was wearing casual clothes and had a small bag in his hand.
" How are you ? " he asked. " I am fine. " you said. " You look tired. " he replied . You smiled ruefully and said " Well i could say the same for you, Mr. Scorpio. " you both chuckled at that.
" What's in that bag ? " you asked. " I brought a DVD and you're favorite chocolates 🍫. I thought we could watch a movie tonight. " he said. " DVD ? Where did you get it?" " Karno gave it to me. Well he said the story is good, so I thought we could watch it. If you want to? " he replied bashfully.
You two sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and chocolate. The movie had subtitles. The story revolved around a man who was recently transferred to a remote village in the middle of a tropical rain forest. " What language are they speaking? It is beautiful. " Scorpio asked looking mesmerized at the tv screen. " I haven't heard this language before, but it indeed sounds beautiful. " you said.
The movie opened with some children reading story books and one of them goes on to read about a ghost, who is known to kidnap and kill children. The story goes on to show a kid being kidnapped by an eerie figure.
The story goes on the introduce the villagers and tells a bit more about its characters, finally introducing the main character, accompanied by his daughter, who has arrived to investigate further about the mysterious murders and kidnappings.
You were getting a bit scared but Scorpio was looking at the tv screen with undivided attention. Being mesmerized by the countryside landscape of this foreign land. It was indeed beautiful. Even though you have never been to a place like that, but you were nonetheless pleased to have been introduced to such beautiful place.
The story moved forward to some gruesome scenes, showing the muder of a villager. Few minutes later it introduced two new characters, a girl who has returned to her village for summer vacation and a boy who has just returned from London, after living there for the past ten years.
They both met the main character in the forest, when they thought someone was chasing them. They were in a relationship having met a year back in college. Everything seemed normal at first. The boy was from that village and surprisingly he had runaway from home as a 14 year old. Some believe he had been living in London. Here he was, back to his village; his mother couldn't stop crying when she heard he has returned.
Everyone was happy in the family. His father is the headman of the village and that girl, he is with is his father's friend's daughter. Everything seemed perfect. But the main character had his doubts about this boy.
" This is getting interesting. " smiled Scorpio. " I think the main character is judging too quickly " you said, and perhaps you were right. It was too early to link this new guy to the muders, after all, everyone seems to kinda recognize him as the runaway boy from their village, he and that boy had the same name and he even knew a lot of childhood incidents from his life ; some of which were only known by him, his mother and his cousin brother.
The main character was looking through criminal records when a villager approached him. The villager said he knew some important details of the runaway boy 's family and relatives. The villager was no ordinary man ; he was the principal of the village school and provided the main character with some information about this runaway boy.
" This seems too easy." you said, Scorpio nodded in agreement. " But i don't think the principal is a genuinely good person," " What? Why not ? ". " I think he wants to trick the main character into believing something, which is far from the truth. " Scorpio said.
The movie was slowly approaching its climax. With the main character being informed about a girl and her brother being kidnapped. When he reached there; a secluded part of the forest where the girl and her brother were being held captive, on a old almost destroyed castle like structure. There was a big water well beside the structure. The whole arrangement seemed like ritual setup.
There were two men wearing black clothes and mask. The main character got severely injured and woke up tied beside the girl. One of the man was holding her brother on the ground and the other one had a sword in his hand ; ready to behead the boy.
Somehow the girl managed to loosen the rope tied around the main character's hands, freeing him. In the end it was revealed that those two men were the school principal and the runaway boy, and they were cousins. The principal brought his distant cousin from another city to take revenge on the runaway boy's family .
The runaway boy was killed by both of them 10 years ago when he tried to inform the police about them. And were the ones who abducted and killed those missing children and villagers. Their victim's bodies ended up in that water well near the structure, and they spread the rumors of the eerie figures and ghosts by paying the wood cutters and frequent travelers.
The movie ended with the main character rescuing that girl and her brother by killing those men, and telling the respective families the incident. The runaway boy's mother still believed her son will come back one day; as the village headman asked the main character to not inform her( his wife) of their son's death.
" I liked the movie. Did you like it? " Scorpio asked. " Yeah. It wasn't too scary. I feel bad for the mother." you replied.
" Do you want to cuddle ?" You were taken aback. This was Scorpio, after all. He was asking for cuddles. " Scorpio, are you alright? You have been acting strange." you asked " You were stressed and i haven't seen you in days. So i thought we spend some time together and relax. Just the two of us." he said.
He was smiling at you; the most gentle smile he has ever shown anyone. He carried you to your bed and gently placed you on the bed. He sat beside you and stroked your hair until, you fell asleep.
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A/N : My friend recently watched a movie and told me the story. This movie i wrote about is loosely based on that. I hope you like this story.
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rosenallies · 2 years ago
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Since you said it was okay I’m going to hesitantly ask for a sick verse prompt featuring Nat’s friend (who you can name whatever you want). She stays with Nat and her parents a lot and it’s obvious that she isn’t really being parented at home. So when she shows constant not safe behaviors, they sit down and talk to her about it
Since this is fresh on my mind rn <3333ty for sending this in <e
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“What do you think of Nat’s friend?” Gia wondered aloud, leaning against the counter next to where Kendall did the lunch dishes. He glanced out the window at Natalie and her friend, Jane, outside. Natalie spun and twirled in her princess dress Synthia sewed for her, careful and graceful while her friend in the same dress tumbled around in the grass, staining her knees and palms.
“She’s,” Kendall hesitated, “I don’t think she has very good adults at home.”
“She spends a lot of time here and no one ever really calls for her. I’m not sure they even notice or care she’s gone half the time.”
“She’s a sweet kid, and she’s a great friend to Natalie. She just makes me nervous sometimes. Did you see the way she was jumping off the playground when we took them to the park last week?”
“Yeah, I-shit,” Gia stopped, eyes widening as they noticed from outside the window, Jane come crashing down from where she had tried to climb up the fence.
They ran outside, Kendall following.
“Are you okay?” Kendall asked, rushing to her side, Natalie and Gia behind him.
She brushed the dirt off her skin and nodded. “I’m fine,” she said, though her eyes were filled with tears and her lip wobbled.
Kendall tutted softly.”Oh honey, come on, let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”
Natalie helped her friend in and sat with her on the couch while Gia and Kendall gathered first aide supplies.
When they came back in, Jane was now crying, holding tightly onto Natalie’s hand as their daughter rubbed her back, eyebrows pulled together with concern. “Daddy, Noni, I think Jane is hurt really bad.”
Jane shook her head. “N-no, I-I don’t w-want to g-get in t-trouble. I-I didn’t mean to fall. P-please d-don’t be upset.”
Gia and Kendall shared a look, one of sympathy and shock at how she could think she was in trouble for getting hurt. Sure, she was a hit rough around the edges sometimes, but they could never fault a kid for falling while playing outside. Gia vividly remembers their childhood of scraped knees and palms from being all over the place, the only difference was they had a mom who cooed over them and kissed their every boo boo every single time.
“You aren’t in trouble at all, honey. We just wanted to make sure you’re being safe, okay?” Kendall said, cleaning her scrape with a cotton pad before putting a big Barbie band aid on it.
“We love having you here, you’re such a good friend to Nat, we just don’t want to see you get hurt. Do you think you can be a bit more careful? Do your mommy and daddy let you play like that?”
Jane shrugged, her gaze glued to a spot in front of them on the carpet. “Daddy’s never home and sometimes mommy isn’t either. I play by myself a lot and when I fall, I have to take care of it myself.”
“Honey, you should have a grown up with you all the time. Does anybody else come take care of you?”
She shook her head silently.
“Sweetheart, you can stay with us whenever you need to, okay? If your mommy and daddy aren’t home or aren’t paying attention to you, you can call us, I’m gonna write down our phone number in one of your school notebooks.”
“Okay,” she replied quietly, looking to both Gia and Kendall, “but what if Natalie’s dada doesn’t feel good? She says sometimes he feels sick and no one can come over.”
Gia stroked the top of her head. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Do you want to stay over tonight? You and Nat can pick out a movie and we’ll get pizza and popcorn?”
Her and Natalie shared a look of mischief. “Can we watch the Barbie movies, please?!”
Both Gia and Kendall swallowed down their inner groans of protest in favor of warm smiles, and agreements.
While the girls made forts on the living room floor, Gia followed Kendall back to the kitchen. “Who could neglect a child like that?” Gia wondered aloud, heart warm watching the girls.
“I don’t know but she can stay here as long as she needs to,” he sighed, “do you want to get get Synthia up while I order pizza? No matter how he feels he’s gonna want to join in on movie night. He knows all the Barbie songs the best anyway.”
“Yeah,” they leaned up and kissed his cheek, “we made the right decision. We’re doing what we can for now.”
“I know,” Kendall replied quietly, smiling softly as he watched the girls place blankets over chairs and huddle underneath them. “She brings out the best in Nat, I’m so glad she has such a good friend. The least we could do is make sure she’s safe and protected.”
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noneuclideanwhimsy · 1 year ago
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And another thing because.
Cleo's garden seemed to be almost an oasis. It lay in roughly the center of an inhospitable desert, red rock making the ground look like a floor of broken pottery. Yet in the center there was a large circle of plants, and in the center a great white mound. I had walked there, it took much less time then you'd think for something so out of the way. They always said the way to Cleo would be easy once it was your time. Death was to be easy when you had reached it. Seeing all the life made me happy.
I stepped into the bounds of the garden as was greeted by Cleo herself. From what I had read Brights were planet sized usually, but Cleo had shrunk herself to fit on the surface. She was beautiful in a way I was suprised in. Each tip of her beak had an eye, and the solid part of her body had an eye as well. Her hundreds of tentacles spread through the entire space, buried in the dirt or splayed on top lazily. Flowers grew up her, over her, around her, like she was part of them. You could still tell where she was, she glowed with her own light which distinguished her from the rest of the greenery.
"Welcome! It's so nice to see a traveler again. Please come, you must be tired."
She took me into one of her tentacles, cradling me like a baby. The surface was strong and rubbery but quite warm.
"What are you doing, traveler?"
I showed her my notebook, the very one you have in my hands right now. She seemed engrossed in it, how the pages turned and all of my notes and scratchy illustrations.
"Oh, could you read it to me? I can't read your language, but it all looks so fascinating…"
She listened to every tale I had, from when I scraped my knees as a child to the peaks I climbed for sheer fun. I told her my stories of victories and failures, strength and weakness. I told her of everyone I had met that I could remember. She listened in rapture until I finished. It took a while for her to reply, and when she did her voice was quiet
"Those were wonderful. May I tell you a story?"
I of course said yes. Whatever story this being could tell me was worth hearing.
"I didn't always live in this place, and I didn't always have a garden. Once I was a monster. I could eat the inhabitants of an entire planet just like yours in less then an hour and sometimes I did. I was hungry constantly, I remember the pains of it…it was torture. Driven by my hunger I destroyed and tore my way through galaxies before someone found me. They had to hold me down, fight me until they could help me see reason.
Have you ever seen a Dusker? No? Ah, well, they deal with problems like what I used to be. I called myself The Yearning Star back then. She was something wild, harmful, horrible…I haven't found the heart to find a new title yet. My dear friends, the ones who found me this place and helped me create my garden, they were the ones who called me Cleo. They don't visit often. Well, G' and Moonlight don't, but they have their own adventures. Entropy enjoys resting in my garden. It's nice to have friends come visit, not just my wonderful travelers."
I thought for a minute. I offered to leave my notebook here after I finished writing about my encounter with her, somewhere she could always find it. It would be a symbol of our friendship, and everytime she had a traveler she could get them to read her a passage from the book.
"I love that idea. Where shall I put it?"
I indicated a black rose bush that sat close by her. Even from here I could see that the branches were smooth and thornless, and the aesthetic of an old, worn brown leather notebook nestled in there was just so tempting.
"That sounds wonderful. I will ensure it is placed there in the highest honour possible."
I thanked her, and looked out across the garden when something caught my eye. It was a small patch of white flowers, their heads bowed. They gave me an idea, and I whispered it into my new friend's…well, what I assumed was her ear.
"The Risen Snowdrop…I very much like that title, I think I will keep it. You are a very good friend, I am quite sad you have to go so soon…"
I told her it was my pleasure to be here with her, and that I've always wanted to fade away in a friend's arms.
"Thank you. Thank you for your stories and the nourishment you will provide."
She beag to sing a lullabye in a language I have never heard before. It was soft and soothing, and I found myself getting drowsy. I must put down my pen now, and say my final goodbyes. To whoever is reading this, I hope you enjoy our friend's company as much as I did. Goodnight, sweet dreams, and don't let the bed bugs bite.
Aaaa-
I love your writing so much. This is the best thing ever…
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quandaryitem · 2 years ago
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why do i want to write in prose?
i have this recurring fantasy of writing, like Writing writing. but idk, it rarely happens. i wanna get to the bottom of why i actually want to do it, so that it's not an obligation that is just ominously floating around making me feel guilty, but something i can connect to where i am right now and what my needs are. maybe then it'll be easier to start. in the same way that it is easier to eat food when you are hungry, what is my hunger
so one thing i want is to know what is true, or at least know what feels true to me (and in doing so get a better notion of what my values and desires are). i think that sitting down and writing can help with this. i read somewhere that "writer's block" is a thing you get when you try to write something that feels inauthentic, i.e. something that you deeply think is wrong or not true. so if you're stuck, your heart probably isn't in it. obviously this should be taken with a big grain of salt, because if there is some *other* reason why you are struggling to write, you may end up confused about what it is you really believe. this should be contrasted with conversation or tweeting, where it's possible to get high off your ego or the pleasure of being seen by others, or end up in a socially satisfying exchange where you and your partner are giving each other permission and encouragement. i think in those cases it's possible to become intoxicated and to fool yourself into saying basically anything. i think to some extent i am addicted to that feeling, i definitely spend a lot of my time chasing it and while it feels good, idk if it is useful... maybe even sort of harmful in that it leads me to feel like some sort of genius. i need the sobriety of the blank page
i want my ideas to be seen by future me, so that i can see changes and continuities in what i believe. this seems like useful information because i can then see how circumstances in my life affect how i think, the most salient example of this is probably when i am really depressed or lonely and write something super nihilistic or fantastical, then later on when i have dealt with whatever emotional issue i had, i can look back and consider whether i rly cared about that thing or if it was a sort of cry for help. another use for this is to look at where i changed my mind, especially on stuff like politics, e.g. to see what opinions i have really moved on from but are clinging onto for identity reasons
i want my ideas to be discovered by others. as a social media addict, i post a *lot*. i think this means i have a lot of ideas? are any of them good? i would at least like to be able to share the good ones, put them in some place where there aren't a few tens of thousands of them... maybe over time i get some idea of what is bullshit and what isn't and i can push those to the top of the pile. i want them to be subjected to scrutiny!! sometimes a post or an opinion is like a wish, like i am asking the world to solve a problem or clarify something for me. when i do get feedback on a post (most of them don't get any feedback), it's always so heartfelt and valuable and helpful compared to the average tweet reply. oh also there's the ego thing (yeah i'm contradicting the "truth" section here a bit) - i want to be seen being smart in public
i want to scratch my own itch. sometimes i am thinking something and i can't stop thinking it, the idea just rattles around in my head forever. i get tired of my own thoughts and end up drifting online or getting absorbed in stupid activities in order to stop thinking for a bit. tweeting the idea sometimes satisfies it, but it's too weak!! i know that it'll be buried, there are always nuances and things left over, little scraps that continue to torment me. sometimes i literally cannot sleep, because i am obsessing over something. sitting down and writing (sometimes just writing in a notebook by hand works) is much more powerful. and if it's something that i keep wanting to explain to other people, i don't even need to think i can just send someone a link (if they don't bother reading it then they maybe don't care, which honestly saves both of us time). socrates said that writing makes you forget, i think that's good
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tuliptic · 2 years ago
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"You are a person very attached to the past, for you it was better before, your childhood was the best time of your life, you want to live in the past again, you hope that things go back to the way they were before. Knowing it can't. You are not like before, the world is not like before. You wait for something to come back, for someone or something to come back to you and give you the opportunity to wake up from this life you are in today, for you everything seems like a bad dream and that soon you will wake up to a better life, but it is not.. You've never had so much power in your hand, you've never had so many experiences to make your life work, give value to who the child you miss raised. You have a lot of sadness that hinders your growth, demons that hurt you in your present, you give a lot of value to who you were, as if that version is stronger than your current version, stronger than the version that survived it all."
This is a message from a pac I had recently and I was shocked. Coz it described me to the core! Speaking of which, Idk how to.. embrace or love my present self. All of my actions were kind of rebuilding my childhood self who used to achieve more. Of coz, the present me has to face more challenges than me in HS. But still, I'm struggling to be present. To fully love my current self. Any.. advices or suggestions?
Thanks in advance! 🌻
I was laying in bed when I saw your ask and I had to get up to turn on my laptop to reply to you.
There are two things that sprung up to my mind when I read your ask: journaling and inner child.
Journaling: I've been having a vent notebook where I write down my thoughts that are upsetting me, and I sometimes revisit them. From there, I find my core beliefs, find out what upsets me the most, what I crave the most. I think this is something of the present you can work on, to find out what is your core, what exactly that you're looking for. What's the reason that you want to achieve more? The glory that comes with it? Or the affirmation that your parents give you? Or that's your definition of self worth? Or something else? Gotta find out your core first, then only there's something for you to work on.
Inner child: There's a theme of childhood, and for some reason, I feel that your inner child has not been nurtured, and now you're called to make peace with your inner child. I've made a PAC on messages from your inner child which you can find it here, and perhaps you can have a look at it to see if there are any messages there. But also back to the topic of your inner child. It's prolly slightly difficult to work on it and work with them right now, but it's never too late. Listen to your inner child, spend some time in silence to let your pent up emotions out. There's a lot of hurt and you need to know that time is needed to heal. Be kind to yourself. Don't rush. Spend time healing, spend time to have fun, spend time to know yourself better.
I don't usually do this but I took out my oracle cards to see what messages I can get for you, and the first card that came out was Vulnerability: I allow myself to be vulnerable and honour my inner grace, wisdom and beauty.
There are a lot of resources around you, a lot of abundance with you. Just that it's difficult to focus on them when your heart is hurting. Transformation is needed for you to be able to grow into your very best self. Pay attention to your dreams, pay attention to the child in you. The child in you is also hurting, and they also want to know you more, want to help you to understand yourself better.
I hope this answers your ask. Feel free to drop by again if you need any clarifications or if you need a listening ear.
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wcrldcfvtlvs · 4 months ago
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Sloane decides to listen as Claire begins to rattle off questions, however, Sloane isn't the type of therapist to just answer questions as soon as she hears them; the way Sloane worked was allowing her patients to say whatever is on their mind because sometimes speaking out loud was a lot often had answers hidden in their questions. As Claire speaks, she reaches for her notebook and pen and begins to write down the questions that Claire has for her and decides to wait until she is done speaking to finally answer them one by one. Glancing down at her notes, Sloane crosses one leg over another while she rests her hand on the written page, and offers a gentle smile.
" It's completely normal to know what you want to do with your future. For twenty-four hours back in Raccoon City you were in survival mode, then you set off to find your brother, another survival thing you did. Now? Well look at you, " she gestures to the room they're in before bringing her attention back to her. " You're choosing yourself by talking with me and seeing me, and you're trying to heal. In a way, you made a goal. A goal to heal and overcome the traumas you've endured. " Sloane states gently and calmly. " I think you wouldn't be here if you didn't already have an idea that you wanted to go back to school, and since you're asking me, I think it's a good start. That way you won't be overwhelmed by assignments, the people, and just the environment overall. "
Even though Claire wanted to continue what she was doing, Sloane would have to advise going back to the college she originally attended however, there was a middle road to take. " If you don't want to do community college, you could always try online courses with the original college you went to, however, in my personal opinion, I'd have to advise against it, reasoning being, that you might get PTSD from when you left your class to go to Raccoon City in search for Chris. " Sloane replies as she begins talking with her hands. " Think of it this way, you walked through a door you can't turn around and go back into. You've seen things, done things and your life is no longer the same. I think a fresh start is what is needed for you, progress isn't linear but I'd hate to see you fall back attempting to grasp a life that isn't the same as it was. "
Letting Claire sit with that for a moment, Sloane offers a sad smile as she thinks about the fear of Chris. " No. It's not weird being afraid to lose Chris, " Sloane states, " He's your family, your only family who knows exactly what you've been through if not worse. The most you can do is communicate with him, ask for updates, or maybe...." she trails off for a moment before picking her words carefully. " You could pick a profession where you'd be able to know what's going on with him. But you can't worry too much about him when you have your own healing journey to go on. "
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It felt like coping with dark humour was better, it's kind of how she is or started to be. she never used dark humour before and somehow it ended up being there. The going back to college was high on her list and not sure if she wanted to keep studying what she did before. "What if I don't know what I want to do in the future?" Claire felt like she has been targeted because of the whole Raccoon City and it probably doesn't help either that she's Chris his little sister. Findeling with her fingers while looking down at her shoes before looking back up to look at Sloane. "Setting goals? No, I haven't. My goal used to be finding Chris and ever since that was the case I haven't really set any other goals."
Adjusting her ponytail as she leaned more back onto the chair that she was sitting on. Still playing with her fingers, tapping her feet on the floor. honestly she never really thought of going to community college. She would love to get her bachelor's degree for journalism maybe even literature. She did journalism before she dropped out of college and she was doing so well.
"You think, it would be a good idea to go back to college and to start of at a community college? Because I want to get a degree I really do. Or finish what I was doing." Living in New york at an apartment with her brother although chris was never home so it was more her place. Chris just pays for the rent that she didn't had to worry about. Looking around in the room as she was thinking on what else to talk about or what else to say to her. "Is it weird to be scared of losing Chris?" She suddenly asked, she never even realised this or thought about it. The work chris does makes her wonder that if she would ever get the call telling her that Chris died.
Yes she is scared of losing him that would mean that she is all alone as she has no family besides her brother. To be fair she doesn't really have many friends either, besides Leon. Who she hasn't seen since they both escaped Raccoon City.
Letting out a sigh, there was just a lot that she had going on and she wished she had a normal life, which she doesn't. She was absolutely aware of that. Not after the whole being beating up by Wesker and then knowing that she is also on a target list. It was not the life she thought she would have, here she is.
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