#i love family trauma /j

[nomoreluckystarz]

Redheadz Donnie:

Snakes are often depicted as treacherous, deceitful. But they're also a symbol of wisdom, healing. They're primal, so certainly... They bite.

"Worms come out of the woodwork, leeches come out of the dirt. Rats come out of the holes they call home; I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing."

[sieglinde-freud]

missing the maribelle/tharja family unit today. i think maribelle would be elated to have a daughter. she meets noire for the first time and she goes “do you play chess? violin? ride? drink tea?” and noire goes “no but im really good at throwing up in a bucket” and maribelles like “oh!!!! okay!!!!” i think she finds noire’s talisman persona charming. chrom is like “um maribelle can you please go get your daughter… she’s terrorizing the camp” and she goes “shes harmless! why do you hate women?” and he never speaks on it again. i think tharja needs a kid that will beef with her and i think brady is 100% the guy to do it. i think she looks at him and goes “what is your problem” and he flips her off. she tries to curse him but he spins his staff ninja style deflecting them back at her. he serves tea to his moms but he spits in tharjas and she knows it. and then she drinks it because it pisses him off. brady could come to love her at some point but it will not be easy and it will not come without a lot of work and a lot of arguing and i think i need some more parent/child conflict in this game. awakening gets one f bomb and its hidden in the random tharja brady PC support where he just goes “FUCK YOU” Tharja and Brady attained support level B.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

What if cat anon is more than one person and some of them are POSERS

OH WOW LOOK it's some free paranoia for me! i'll take it! /j /lh /pos

don't worry the REAL cat burglar anon will always reveal their unique anonymity to us all by ranking Dyvim Whitehart in the Mid tier /j

[harmoonix]

Winter Observations ❄️

❄️ Saturn in late degrees or 3rd decan (20° to 29° degrees) is meant to finish a lesson in this lifetime. The lesson can be something unfinished from your past life

❄️ Capricorn Moons/10th house Moons have a hard time staying focused only on one thing. They want to do multiple things at once due to their multitasking power

❄️ Saturn in the 6th/8th or 12th house gets drained easily. Tiredness can be a problem for them. They need to maintain a balance between their work and some time for themselves

❄️ 2nd house placements may love to make gifts/spoil others with it. They also love to plan things for others like surprises, parties, etc

❄️ moon - jupiter aspects are gifted with wisdom and optimism. Somehow, it is hard for them to think badly upon a situation. Always keeping their heads up

❄️ Chiron in the 2nd house or Taurus may struggle with their worth/self - value. They can over criticize themselves. They may also struggle to love their bodies

❄️ Having Moon or Venus dominance in your chart shows that you're a very gentle and nice person. Also, don't let others take your nice personality in vain

❄️ a couple who shares the same chiron sign can share the same traumas/dark traits. Couple therapy can be a healing key for you

❄️ Sun in the 11th house can sometimes indicate being married multiple times during your lifetime. Kinda like J-LO reference (Mi gente latino💣)

❄️ Taylor Swift has both Moon and Chiron in Cancer, which can be a bit of a sign of 'making a song about every romantic experience you went through'

❄️ Those with Chiron x harsh Venus aspects have a hard time opening their feelings. Sometimes, these can indicate a fear of breakup or abandonment

❄️ Mercury in dark houses like 8th or 12th hosue can turn to be big snitches. Mercury tends to have a darker energy here, especially if also aspects Pluto

❄️ Aries in the 3rd/6th or 11th house can posses a violent nature when it comes to their talking. Basically, it tends to curse and talk dirty a lot

❄️ Virgo in the 8th or 12th house can be triggered by many things. Is like you live in permanent fear of something. They may also show lots of phobias

❄️ Someone with Virgo Chiron is definitely the therapist of their friends, family and even partner. People approach you so much when they need help

❄️ 1st house lord in the 4th or 6th houses have a very empathic/kind nature. They also tend to be quite nostalgic and very in tune with themselves

❄️ 10th hosue lord in the 11th house can becomes famous on internet before anything else. Is it like people will know you from social media

❄️ Aries Risings or Mars should find a career/job where they can take the leader position because it fits them so much. They can also work in fields where people may do lots of physical work

❄️ 3rd house placements, especially Venus/Mars/Moon, may have a passion for cars/motorcycles/bikes. Everything that has wheels

❄️ Leo Chrion is either a placement where the native seeks love and attention, either the placement where the native never got to experience these

❄️ Leo Jupiter has a lot of chances to become popular for their talents. It can be done in a creative field such as acting or drawing

❄️ Lots of ppl with Mercury in the 10th house tend to be remembered for their voices. It's like the voice you'll always remember, even after a long time

❄️ Venus in the 4th house can often get a spouse who can be the 'bread winner', basically a traditional family or a trad spouse as well

❄️ Venus and Moon in the 5th house can be good at flirting/taking the first step in a relationship. Head over heals energy

❄️ Mercury in the 6th house is a very active house for Mercury. Basically, communicating daily helps your mental health and mood. You may also worry a lot as a person

❄️ Idk why people romanticize possessive aspects in a relationship like pluto - venus/asc/mars. They're not okay unless you're in that situation..which I don't wish upon nobody

❄️ I wrote in the past about how I don't get along with cancer placements, I realized it was because most cancer people I knew were very controlling. Tbh with you, I never got the chance to meet good people with cancer placements

❄️ Lacking water placements in your chart can manifest in 2 ways:

Being hypersensitive, lacking the feeling of feeling love or closure

Being a cold person. Not showing your feelings to the world thinking that they see you as a weak/soft person

❄️ Pisces Risings always tell what's on their heart. They seem so genuine and nice even when you don't interact with them.

❄️ Moon in Scorpio or the 8th hosue can indicate intense inner feelings. Is hard for them to explain what they feel, and that's what can make them to be more private

❄️ Something that I observed within the moon in fire signs or fire houses 1st/5th/9th is that they get pissed off very easily. Is so easy for them to burst out and be angry/sad/moody

❄️ Jupiter in Cancer/Capricorn/Libra/Leo can experience a step family. Like step-dad, step-mom, step siblings, Jupiter can also give you things in excess ex: in Cancer/Leo, many family members

❄️ Jupiter in aspects with Lilith (all aspects), can indicate issues with hypersexuality. Like I said, Jupiter can give you things in excess. When aspecting Lilith, the desire for physical touch can be high

❄️🩵 Hope you all have a good winter season for the next 3 months!! Also early/late happy birthday for everyone born in the winter🙏🏼🥳

Harmoonix ❄️🩵🫶🏼 2024

[merthosus]

Blank minds

@selfishlittlebeing asked:

Hi! So basically I just read every single one shot on this blog. And I am obsessed with your work. And I gotta admit that, “Wounded nights” did things to me.🧍🏼‍♀️

I’m not sure if I am requesting or smth (if you’d like to write this I wouldn’t protest, but feel free to just ponder on this with me). But like… I can’t get the image of touch starved Five out of my head. Bcs…damn. Him holding the reader in his arms like that (WN)… but can you imagine HIM having a vulnerable moment because of all that stuff with the Commission and apocalypses, just the trauma package yk. And after all those years…just Five being vulnerable with someone and touch starved.🥲 I am making myself feel depressed with all this. Wanna be depressed with me?🎀

Summary: After Luthers wedding, most of the siblings already gone to bed. You didn't feel like drinking, but loved to watch the others drown their sorrows into liquor and just have fun. Just as you were about to fall into a deep sleep, a knock on your door pulls you out of your slumber.

Thank you for your lovely request! Also, here a sexy poster from Five I fell in love with! With every purchase you automatically support me :) https://amzn.to/3yGK6Fm

“Since everything will be dust soon anyway, you won't mind if I just lie down here for a while, will you?”

You're up to your nose under your eiderdown, with only the sound of collapsing buildings coming through your window. It may sound crazy to others, but for you, it's been part of everyday life for a week. Counting every second, spending the last time with your family and savoring it. There is nothing more precious than time. Money has no value anymore, but the ticking hands of the grandfather clock do have.

Your thoughts hover over your head like gray clouds. Since the first day you slept in that hotel bed, falling asleep felt like hell. You tried a lot to finally fall asleep normally again. But every time you closed your eyes, you were met with nightmares, worse than you could ever have imagined. You were sure that this couldn't be the end, it simply couldn't be.

Like every night, you try to push the thoughts aside, to repress them as if they had never been there. But a loud and uneven knocking jolts you out of your sleep like a thunderstorm. You startle awake and clutch at the sheets of your bed. “Yes!” you shout, but it sounded more like a question than an encouragement. You watch every movement, sharper than Diego's blades. As Five stumbles in, you let out a breath you didn't even released you were holding. 

“You scared me,” you mumble. "I scared you, so please, why should anyone be scared of me?" he says to himself. Any blind person would have recognized that Five had probably had a little too much to drink at Luther's wedding. Five doesn't finish the sentence and drops his head down as he continues to mumble to himself. After he fell back against the door, you gave him a worried look. “Thanks for closing the door, but I think you have a concussion now,” I smirk to myself. Five starts to giggle. “The world is coming to an end,” he says, and pushes away from the door again.

You look out of the window that separated you from the crumbling outside world. Instead of bright sunshine, dark red fire dazzles your eyes, bricks fly off buildings and trees uproot themselves. “No, really?” you ask him sarcastically as you turn back to him. You suppress your horror as he suddenly stands right in front of you. He holds on to the edge of your bed. You think about how he managed to approach you so quietly, the alcohol in his blood must be enough to put a chimpanzee down.

“Since everything will be dust soon anyway, you won't mind if I just lie down here for a while, will you?” he asks as he tries to climb onto the bed. “Five, eh?” you ask as you hold him down so he doesn't slide off. He awkwardly pushes himself over your legs, which elicits a small squeak from your mouth. “You're really rough, Five,” you complain, but you just couldn't help the smile on your face.

You had never seen Five so shameless. Five, who is usually so strong and independent, asks you if he can lie down with you for a moment. As you think about it for a moment, you briefly doubt your sanity. Was this a fever dream? But Five's careless hand movement presses your torso so hard into the mattress beneath you that you're sure it would have shaken you awake. “I've never seen you so awkward,” you squeeze your words out of the pain. “I'm sorry, but your bed is sooo soft,” he lulls to himself. You shake your head and stifle the comment that the beds here were all the same.

“Five, why are you really here?” you ask him. He lies down on his stomach and presses his head into your pillow. He mumbles his words into the fabric so that you can only guess what he's saying. “I don't understand a word, you stupid…” you grumble to yourself as you grab a tuft of his hair and push his head to the side. 

Five groans softly as you move his head, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused. You wait for him to speak, but it seems like he’s struggling to find the right words. He’s always been the one with the sharp tongue, the quick wit, and seeing him like this—vulnerable and slightly lost—pulls at something deep inside you.

“I didn’t want to be alone,” he finally mutters, his voice slurred but honest. “I’ve been alone for so long... and I guess I’m tired of it.” His words are a confession, raw and unguarded, much like the state he's in now. You’ve seen Five in many situations—fighting, strategizing, leading—but this is different. This is Five without his armor, without the walls he usually keeps so firmly in place.

You feel a pang in your chest, a mix of sadness and empathy. You’ve always known there was more to him than the ruthless time-traveling assassin he often portrayed himself to be. But hearing him admit his loneliness is something else entirely. "I understand you, Five," you say. He smiles and sightly closes his eyes. "I didn't want to be alone too, so I am happy that you are here now, I would've preferred sober Five, but this is also ok", you smile at him. 

You let your body fall back into your pillows, Five, who was still lying on his stomach, watching you. You put your head to one side and just look at him motionlessly. “Promise you won't tell anyone about the following?” he asks you. You don't understand exactly what he means. “I hardly think I have enough time left to tell anyone anything,” you say, with an unintentional sweep of sadness. “Promise” he whispers to you, while looking at you with begging eyes. Not only the pungent smell of alcohol, but also his seriousness to fly in your face. “I won't tell anyone,” you promise. Without warning, Five starts to move again. He pushed your arm up and curled up on your chest, like a cat looking for warmth.

Seeing five like this was new and made you very afraid to admit it to yourself. He cared so much about maintaining his strong, unbreakable personality that his current behavior frightened you. Despite the unfamiliar feeling of five so close to you, you almost automatically put your arms around his slender torso. His fingers slide onto the sides of your torso, clutching on it as if it was a matter of life or death.

"Five, what's wrong?", you ask him. "I am fucking scared", he lulls. His confession hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of his vulnerability. You can feel your heart rate quicken, the tension in the room shifting as you process his words. It’s a rare glimpse into the inner workings of Five’s mind, and the openness is both unsettling and intimate.

“Scared of what exactly?” you ask gently. “Everything,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “The end of it all… the not knowing". The tremor in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but tighten your hold on him. You want to reassure him, to tell him that everything will be okay, but the truth is you’re scared too. The world outside is crumbling, and the future feels uncertain for both of you. 

He shifts slightly, looking up at you with his tired eyes. “I don’t want to let anyone down. Not you, not the others. I’ve messed up so many times already.” His voice is tinged with a mix of regret and fear, and you can see the conflict waging within him. “If we lose, at least we'll lose together,” you say. It didn't really sound encouraging, but you couldn't think of anything better. “Do you think you'll regret this tomorrow?” you whisper without looking at him. 

Five’s grip on your chest tightens just a little, and you can feel the slight shivering in his body as he processes your words. The silence that follows feels heavy, filled with the weight of the world outside and the vulnerability between you. “No,” he finally murmurs, his voice soft but resolute. “I won’t regret this. I might not remember every detail of tonight, but I’ll remember the way it felt to finally....", you wait for him to end his sentence. 

"feel you", he says, so quietly that you almost missed it.. There is a silence in the room, your body is no longer able to move. Your brain needs some time to process his words. “I went too far, I'm sorry I…” he tries to apologize. He pushes away from your body and leans on his arms. But before he can finish his sentence and move away from you completely, you put your hands around his face and crash your lips into his. 

The moment your lips meet Five’s, time seems to suspend itself. The world outside, with its crumbling chaos, fades into the background, leaving just the two of you in this small, intimate bubble. His initial shock quickly melts away, and he responds with a tentative but heartfelt kiss. His lips are soft and warm, and the urgency in his movements gradually transforms into something more tender and searching.

As you pull away slightly, you can see the surprise in his eyes, mingled with a hint of relief and something deeper that he might not fully understand himself. You’re both breathing heavily, the gravity of the moment settling in. “I didn’t want to...,” Five starts to say, but you place a finger gently over his lips, silencing him. “Don’t,” you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath.

“You don’t have to apologize. Not now. Not ever.” Five’s expression softens, and he looks at you with a mixture of awe and vulnerability. “I’ve been so caught up in trying to control everything, in fighting against the end, that I forgot about what really matters. I didn’t realize... I didn’t realize how much I needed this, how much I needed you.”

Feel free to tell me in the comments, what you think :)

[questionablecuttlefish]

Where is Jinx going?

Bilgewater is a strong contender, but don't discount Demacia.

Jinx/Lux is part of it. That's actually the oldest fan ship for Jinx and was the most popular for both of them in fanfic and fan art until Season Two dropped; the common claim that it's a fringe ship or 'only' in Star Guardian is inaccurate. It's been a part of League fandom for a long ass time. It started in 2014 in 'main Runeterra canon' only months after Jinx's launch and before either the Burning Bright video or Ekko existed. It was later boosted in popularity by the Wild Rift trailer, various promotional arts featuring the two together, and later by the Valoran Town animated series released in China. Why? Initially, just pairing the two poster girls of League together, probably, or the classic hero/lancer dynamic of the optimistic 'light' character with the edgy 'dark' character.

But since Lux's comic, the Mageseeker game and then Arcane there are more lore parallels between the two than ever; both are young women struggling with a society that hates them for something they didn't choose to be, both trusted an older mentor with revolutionary ideals who encouraged them to embrace their destructive powers and then betrayed them (Silco/Sylas), both accidentally unleashed their power and got people killed, both triggered a violent revolution, both have a complicated relationship with an older sibling (Vi/Garen). If they are romantic interests or just friends, Lux gets someone who will encourage her to embrace her magic and Jinx gets someone who won't judge her on her past and the potential for conflict and companionship and a very interesting, opposites-but-actually-mirrors dynamic is all there.

It's commonly dismissed by people ignorant of League's history and of the lore of both characters, but it DOES work. If you know, you know. 🦄

Outside of that, though, why Demacia? Doesn't seem like a place our crazy girl Jinx would want to go for any reason, ever, but the end of Arcane makes it more likely than even Bilgewater because at this stage Jinx is trying to cut her ties and move on from her old life. She wants to be:

FAR away from Noxus and Noxian influences (Demacia and Noxus are bitter enemies)

FAR from her "Jinx" identity and all the violence and chaos that stands for (if she wants to disappear and try to put it behind her and heal from her trauma, Demacia big, spacious, and quiet)

FAR away from her family and friends, so she can't be tempted to get involved in their lives and hurt them (as she sees it) again. (Demacia is waaaay over there, a lot farther than Bilgewater)

FAR AWAY from the Arcane that has, from the moment she picked up that first Hexcrystal, ruined her life and taken people she loves (Mylo, Claggor, Vander, Isha, and in a roundabout way, Vi) from her. (Demacia is a kingdom that despises magic and is full of magic-sucking stone made from magic sucking forests)

So I think it will entirely depend on the direction they want to take with Jinx from here. If they want her to continue to be a violent, chaotic crazy girl we know and love, they'll make her a mercenary pirate in Bilgewater, maybe tangle her up with Sarah Fortune's crew.

If they want her to try to turn her back on her "Jinx" identity and heal from her grief in peace and quiet, they'll take her to Demacia and she'll pop up unexpectedly, maybe as a tinkerer, or artisan, trying to reconnect with her Powder side.

This is where she could meet Lux (if they're going the Lightcannon route, which would make more people than you'd think very very happy) or otherwise get drawn out of her peaceful life and into the turmoils gripping Demacia, particularly as the Mage rebellion starts to break out. Particularly if Jinx ends up siding with the rebel mages, or siding with Lux either for or against Sylas's faction and/or the Mageseekers.

She has a bit of experience with being a rebel, she might end up using her experience with Hextech and the Arcane to give those rebels the edge, and "Jinx the reluctant pacifist being drawn back into her old chaotic ways to fight for a cause because deep down, she still longs for the thrills and the chaos and the noise" might be a really cool arc to take her on.

What do you think?

[buzzcutlip]

11 J and Carmy because I love the fluffy stuff.

I've written something rather romantic for you, the title can't be anything else than:

December 1st (Prompts from my seasonal prompt list: "Thank you for spending time with me today" & "First kiss") Carmen x gn!Reader 2000 words

“Good morning,” Carmen Berzatto greets you with a tentative smile, his breath clouding in the frosty morning air.

Your heart jumps, like every time Carmen comes, instead of Tina, to pick up the fresh dairy products.

“Hello,” you wave from the open door, the sun shining into your eyes, unable to stop yourself from smiling back. “Come on in,” you beckon him as you see his red nose and cheeks, holding the heavy metal door open to let him inside the storage room.

Carmen steps inside, shoulders tense against the chill. He rubs his hands together briskly, the friction sending little clouds of warmth into the air. “Colder than I thought it’d be,” he mutters, glancing around at the neatly stacked crates of milk and cream, along with various types of cheese.

You grab a clipboard from the hook near the door and pretend to study the inventory, but you’re acutely aware of every move he makes—the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the subtle dip of his head as he surveys the shelves.

“You get used to it,” you reply, even though the truth is, you’ve never really adjusted to the cold. It’s just something you tolerate.

“Do you wanna take something extra?” you ask, and as you look up, you find Carmen already watching you. His eyes quickly dart away. He looks skinnier than the last time you saw him, his cheekbones protruding.

Carmen does want to take something extra, and he asks you a surprisingly huge amount of questions regarding butter and mature cheddar and Swiss cheese from Stockton. Usually, Carmy barely speaks — he quickly loads the crates and is off. Not today.

“Swiss, huh?” you prompt, watching him as he shoves his hands into his coat pockets. “You planning a fondue night, Chef?”

Carmy huffs a laugh through his nose and shakes his head. “No, just… experimenting. Trying to see what works with, uh, some new ideas.” His explanation comes out fast, like he’s rehearsed it, but the way he avoids your gaze makes you think there’s more to it than that.

You glance over at the neatly wrapped blocks of Swiss cheese, then back at him. “Alright. But you usually know exactly what you want. Today’s… different.”

That gets his attention. His eyes snap back to yours, wide for a moment before narrowing like he’s trying to read what you mean. “Different how?”

“Dunno,” you shrug, though you absolutely do. “Just… you’re asking a lot of questions. Usually, it’s just a quick ‘hey’ and ‘thanks.’” You keep your tone light, playful, but there’s a part of you that wants to ask why he looks so worn down, why his usual confidence feels frayed at the edges.

Carmen glances at the crates and lets out a breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m—uh—“ He pauses, scrubbing a hand down his face. “It’s ... the first of December.”

“It’s the first of December,” you repeat slowly after him. Surely, there must be more to it than just the beginning of a new month.

Carmy looks immediately regretful, his boots shuffling on the concrete floor. “Family trauma,” he explains plainly. “Christmas. It always seems like once it’s December, I can’t avoid it any longer.”

“Oh.” For a moment, you don’t know what to say. Carmen doesn’t look at you, his eyes fixed on the floor like he’s bracing himself for judgment—or maybe just for silence.

He huffs a bitter laugh, the kind that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to dump that on you.” He shifts his weight, his hands digging deeper into his coat pockets. “It’s not your problem.”

“Maybe not,” you say quietly, watching the way his shoulders curl inward, like he’s trying to make himself smaller. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

You lean back against the shelf, crossing your arms to ward off the cold. “So… Swiss cheese, huh?” you say, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

Carmen blinks, the corners of his mouth twitching like he’s trying to decide whether to let you change the subject. Finally, he gives a small nod. “Yeah. Swiss cheese.”

You add the extra products to another crate, noting them on your list. Carmy pays, and you put the money into the cash box, then help him with the lighter crates into his car. Well, it’s Richie’s car; you already know that. Tina uses it too. Carmen shyly asks you to come along, explaining that they want to give you Bear Christmas Cookies, just as they do for all their suppliers. He shivers when saying “Christmas,” but you agree, quite happily, and get in the passenger seat. The car is cold too; the heating clearly doesn’t work. You intentionally don’t look around too much, just in case you spot something exceptionally gross in the clutter.

“I’m sorry for the state of the car. It’s Richie’s,” he adds quickly. “The only available car at the moment,” he winces.

“It’s fine,” you smile at him.

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence for a moment, the hum of the car’s engine filling the space between you. The city streets blur past outside, with festive lights strung across lampposts and storefronts, their warm glow a sharp contrast to the December chill.

At the restaurant, you help Carmen get the products to the walk-in fridge. The kitchen is empty, being Monday morning, and gives off a completely different vibe—a bit sad, maybe. It makes you wonder if that’s one of the reasons Carmy’s been stalling so much today.

When you bring in the last crate, setting it on the metallic counter with a clang, Carmen’s there with a round, dark blue tin. As he hands it to you, your fingertips touch, fueling your well-nourished crush, and you can’t help but want more of him.

“Thank you,” you say, studying the Bear logo on the lid. “I’ll make sure to share it with the rest of the team,” you tell him. “Even though I don’t want to.”

That makes Carmen bark out a laugh, one that sounds genuine for once.

As there’s nothing else to do, the moment starts to stretch awkwardly.

“You know, maybe it’s not my place to say this—” you start bravely, “but I think a cup of coffee or tea would cheer you up.”

Carmen’s brows lift slightly, his lips parting like he’s about to respond, but he hesitates, caught off guard. “Yeah?” He looks down at the tin still in your hands, then back up at you.

You shift your weight, feeling the sudden urge to backpedal, but you’ve come this far. “Yeah,” you say, steadier now. “I mean, it’s cold as hell, it’s Monday, and you look like you could use… I don’t know. A minute to just breathe.”

Carmen huffs a small laugh, though it’s quieter this time. “Is it that obvious?”

You tilt your head, giving him a playful look. “Let’s just say you’re not exactly radiating holiday cheer.”

Carmen snorts and then says, decidedly, “Okay.”

It’s not a surprise to find out that the chef doesn’t know any nearby places that specialize in beverages, so you lead the way to the first decent-looking coffee house one street over. You order an almond milk latte, while he has chamomile tea, and then pays for both of you without hesitation.

The two of you lapse into a hesitant talk at a corner table with two armchairs, the hum of conversation and the clinking of cups filling the space around you. Outside, the festive lights strung across the street sway gently in the breeze, their glow reflecting on the window.

As much as your heart is ready to give out, with your fingers tapping nervously against the ceramic mug, a careful conversation develops. You talk about your job at the Home Produce shop, sharing gossip about all the other restaurants and chefs that buy from you.

When Carmen does speak, you can’t help but sneak glances at his tattooed hands, the ones you can’t get out of your head. Unfortunately, you’re pretty sure Carmen catches you on one or two occasions but doesn’t say anything.

The conversation moves on to other topics, like favorite dishes, shared horror stories about difficult customers, and even the occasional joke. You’re pleased to see Carmy relaxing, taking off his quilted coat. Meanwhile, you’re wearing only your thick woolen jumper and a long red scarf, the coffee adding a very pleasant warmth to the mix.

Things take a turn when Carmen starts sharing half-explained stories about his family and the Seven Fishes tradition: festive cooking, car crashes, divorces, moving to New York—all without mentioning Christmas once.

You listen carefully, letting Carmy know you’re there, willing to help him carry a bit of the burden.

“Everything was always… too much,” he says, his gaze fixed on his tea, now lukewarm. “Loud. Messy. No one ever sat still long enough to actually… enjoy it, you know?”

You nod, watching him carefully, letting the words settle in the air. “And New York?” you prompt gently, sensing that he needs a nudge.

He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I thought it would be different. It wasn’t. Just… louder. More people, more pressure. The only time I really liked Christmas was when I was on shift. Cooking. It was the only time I could control anything.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice, the way he talks about control like it’s both a lifeline and a curse.

“You’re good at it, though,” you say softly. “The cooking, I mean.”

Carmen fidgets with his sleeve, his fingers brushing against the edge of the table, and you realize he’s looking at you—not quite directly, but close enough that your pulse quickens.

“You’re easy to talk to,” he says suddenly, like the thought just slipped out.

You blink, caught off guard. “Oh. Well, uh—thank you.” Your nervous laugh fills the space as you grip your mug a little tighter.

You feel like you’re dancing around each other a little, trying to figure out where you stand or if there’s any affection coming from the other person. It’s exhilarating and a bit terrifying at the same time. You really want Carmen to like you, and you have nothing else to offer but honesty and openness.

It’s almost 1 p.m. when you get up, your stomach rumbling, murmuring something about having to get back to work. Carmen offers to drive you back, which you accept gladly. As soon as you both get into the car, you can’t help but shiver from the cold outside—and inside, as well.

“Oh, here you go,” Carmen shrugs off his warm jacket and drapes it over your arms before he starts the engine. The gesture takes you by surprise, and you blush furiously into your sweater’s neck.

When he parks and shuts off the engine, the sudden quiet feels almost intimate. He turns to you, his expression softer than you’ve ever seen it. “Thanks for spending time with me today,” he says, his voice sincere. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” you cut in, a little sharper than you mean to, but his self-deprecation stirs something protective in you. “But I wanted to. Because it’s you.”

The words hang there, and for a second, you wonder if you’ve said too much. His eyes search yours, and you can tell he’s caught off guard, maybe even a little unsure what to do with the kindness.

“I’m not great at this,” he finally says, his voice low, like it’s a confession. “Talking about… stuff.”

“Clearly,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood, though your smile is gentle. “But you don’t have to talk, you know. Not if you don’t want to.”

He exhales slowly, his breath curling in the frosty air like smoke. You’re unsure if he’s about to speak, but then he does something else entirely. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, plain and sweet. Instantly, it ignites a fire inside of you, the flames making your cheeks burn despite the cold.

For a moment, the world narrows to just that touch—fleeting, but enough to send your heart racing. When he pulls back, Carmen looks almost as surprised as you feel, his cheeks flushed, eyes wide like he’s already second-guessing himself.

“Sorry,” he mutters, voice barely above a whisper. “I—I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, your voice steady even though your pulse is anything but. “Don’t apologize.”

His eyes dart to yours, searching, as if he’s trying to figure out if you mean it.

“I… I’ve been wanting to do that,” he admits, his voice rough and hesitant, like the words are being pulled out of him against his better judgment.

You bite your lip to keep from grinning too wide. “Me too,” you confess.

[arttrashking]

I kind want wukong to move on in your au. It is clear that macaque wasn't that good for him,sometimes...making himself improve himself over and over again,just to get macaque approval....when he gets nothing in return,he deserves to be happy,it best he shouldn't be dependent on macaque to be happy,he needs let go in his own way.

I really want Wukong to be happy (I am wukong bias)

“To fill those months he spent…without me caring what he felt…”

The king feels the painful ache in his heart and head just recalling how he never asked Macaque about those months even now��to afraid to hear to misery and to recall the news adding into their already crumbling lives after that fire…

If he could, he’d redo everything but if he had to choose one thing to fix…it would be the first time he felt his Ma ache didn’t hiccup and weep through his apology that Wukong should e spoken to him. To stay in that room and hold him tight, promise him they’d make their family a different way and assuring the beautiful demon that his love wasn’t dependent on his string he was or what he offered and serviced the king with.

That his love was never going to fade for him if he didn’t put Wukong above everyone.

“…if anyone should move on…it should be him…he should’ve moved on centuries ago… it he didn’t…how do I repay a loyalty so….so cruel to one’s self?”

Yeeeeaaaah I fancy myself of having their selfishness towards each other appearing at different times- Wukong when he was young loved Macaque he truly did- he just also assumed that it didn’t change that he does what he wants without compromise on his own end…and Macaque was like how Wukong is now- dependent on him and his love and attention. Wukong was freedom for him, Wukong was his first everything and the man he left behind his home and family for. If he didn’t have Wukong’s love, what was the point of leaving his home? To be outed as the naive fool who gave a selfish demon his all only to be tossed once he wasn’t valuable.

Wukong switched places now- now he’s desperate to covet Macaque- to keep him at his side and never let go as it was once he became emperor that the distance between them started to become obvious and he even slept in different rooms until he cried to Macaque who gave in on being in the same room- trying to be normal again. And they hit some normalcy despite Macaque wishing to go home still, MK came in eventually, and it was stable- and Wukong managed to even give Macaque something they thought they’d never have- a child in the form of MK.

With the divorce arc tho- it’s because things fell apart again because a child didn’t fix it all and the fact nobody apologized yet, and Macaque wants to do something he wants with or without Wukong now- so he’d rather separate and go home than just nodding to whatever Wukong wants

(Can you tell I like the angsty drama despite my crying eyes rn? 🥲)

But yeah I love Wukong very much as a character which is why [holding trauma gun] he needs all this for the JUICE of my meal that is this plot/j

[obitos-whore]

SFW Alphabet for Gaara

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A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Gaara adores his s/o's voice. Especially the way they pronounce his name makes his heart flutter like crazy.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

It's hard to pick a favourite part when his partner is the literal definition of perfection. But if he had to choose, it'd be your hands. He loves the feeling of them intertwining with his and especially the way they caress his face.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Despite still struggling with physical touch due to all the neglect and childhood trauma, Gaara really enjoys being the little spoon. Feeling someone holding him close and protectively makes him feel safe and truly wanted.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Being the Kazekage requires a lot of time and also comes with the cost of losing even the tiniest bit of privacy. However, this doesn't stop him from having weekly date nights with you. Most of the time, you two stay at home and cook together and either watch a movie afterwards or take a stroll through the outskirts of the village to go stargazing.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He's not the best with expressing his emotions and often struggles with them and instead tries to describe how he feels, making it sound surprisingly poetic. But what he lacks in words, he'll make up with sweet, subtle gestures and expressions. Brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear here, a deep, longing gaze there. Another way for him to express his feelings is by making use of the "flower language" and giving you certain flowers to emphasise these emotions of his.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Gaara doesn't necessarily need to start a family with you. But he wouldn't mind if you want to. Though deep down he's afraid that he might end up like his father, even if it's subconscious. Plus, being the Kazekage means less time for you and your children and leaving you to care for them mostly on your own.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Gaara is very thoughtful with his gifts and will make sure to give you something that's either very useful, or fits your style and taste. He also doesn't shy away from spending a big amount of money on the gifts. After all, you're his beloved, his heart, and you deserve only the best.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Gaara is rather shy when it comes to pda, especially as the Kazekage. However, if he and his darling are by themselves, for example while taking a stroll under the starlit night sky in the desert, he doesn't mind holding his beloved's hand. Just the feel of their fingers laced with one another makes his heart skip a beat.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If it's only a small cut or bruise, he'll be very calm about it and gently tend to your wounds. If it's a stab wound or a deadly injury, he'll try his best to remain calm and stop the bleeding himself while trying to get you help asap. His voice will be a deep, demanding roar tinged with desperation as he calls for a medic. And rest assured, whoever did that to you, will pay greatly for what they have done.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Gaara is very selective when it comes to whom he shares a laugh with. Fortunately, you, as his s/o, happens to be one of the few people he feels comfortable with, though he has a bit of a dry humour, which is definitely not everyone's cup of tea. However, pranks are definitely not something that humour him. Quite the opposite actually. He would never play a prank on his beloved, because that would require him taking advantage of his s/o's fears and vulnerability. And that's definitely something he does not stand for. And he would greatly appreciate it if his partner refrains from playing pranks on him as well.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His favourite spots to kiss you are your forehead, palms and of course your lips. However, if his s/o is shorter than him, he will also plant a tender kiss on the crown of their head. And if his s/o happens to be taller than him, he will place featherlight kisses under their ear and where their jaw ends.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Gaara primarily shows his love to his partner by making time for them, as the lack of it is the biggest con of your relationship. For example; when his partner brings him his lunchbox to his office, he asks them to stay and eat with him. Another way of showing his love are acts of service as well as gift giving. He's meticulous when it comes to these things and also puts a lot of thought behind his gifts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are usually very calm and serene. Gaara is an early bird and usually wakes up at daybreak. He normally stays in bed for a few minutes and watches you sleep or snuggles up to you for some lazy morning cuddles, before he gets out of bed to have a warm cup of tea and get himself ready for the day. If you're an early bird like him, he will have breakfast with you. But if you happen to be the complete opposite, Gaara will have breakfast all by himself before heading off to the Kazekage's office, leaving you a sweet little note wishing you a good day and letting you know how much he loves you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

His worst fear would be losing you, either by death or you not loving him anymore. If you leave him for someone else, he will spend months and even years asking himself what he did wrong to make you lose your feelings towards him. He won't resent you of course, but seeing you happy with someone else hurts him immensely and makes him want to rip out his heart and bury it deep within the desert alongside his memories with you.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Whenever he hears someone say your name, a small smile subconsciously adorns his face and his eyes get that soft, adoring look. His siblings often tease him about it.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Aside from the classical "Darling" and "Love", Gaara will call you his little "Desert flower". The reason why he calls you that is because your love is the beauty that was able to grow even in the harshest conditions (his past and imperfections).

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Gaara is a sucker for anything that includes spending time with you whenever he gets to. Being the leader of an entire village is a very time consuming job, so even spending ten minutes with you are comparable to a paid, six week vacation to him. But one of his all time favourite ways to spend time with you is when he's caring for his cacti and you helping him.

R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His most treasured moment in your relationship is when you reassured him in such a heartfelt and sincere way about your love for him, after he had voiced his concerns and doubts about him being worthy of someone as kind, amazing and loveable as you.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Gaara does not like having secrets from you and he especially hates lying to you. He has been lied to the majority of his life and could never do the same to others. But he also knows that, in order to understand him better, he needs to communicate openly with you, no matter how sensitive the topic may be. He's good at keeping your secrets though, so you can tell him literally everything about yourself and he would take them to his grave without even an ounce of judgement.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took a good while, because Gaara always lost his confidence last minute before confessing his love to you. He would mentally chide himself for his cowardice, reminding himself that the worst you could say was "No". But that deep rooted fear of rejection and potentially losing you forever just kept messing with his head and hurting his heart.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Depending on whether he is the one responsible for upsetting you, accidentally of course, he would either be calm and collected, offering you comfort and a shoulder to cry on or just vent to. Or he would unintentionally act like a kicked puppy, apologising to you profusely and trying to mend things by making or ordering your favourite food, buying you a huge plush animal, offering you to yell at him to get your emotions out of your system, etc.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Gaara is proud of many things regarding you. But if he had to pick one thing, it would be your resilience and undying devotion and love towards him. He's well aware that there are still people who don't trust him and think you're too good for someone like him. And seeing you defend him and stay by his side through it all without wavering makes him feel both proud and humble at the same time.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Gaara knows you're an independent and resilient human being and therefore lets you go on missions and engage in battles if that's what you want. Of course he feels stressed and anxious about you potentially getting hurt or worse, but he has faith in you and will refrain from treating you like a fragile egg. But he will definitely fight alongside you if possible.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He's perceptive by nature and picks up on a lot of things, like the way your eyebrows furrow when you're thinking about something, or the way your lips purse when something or someone bothers or disgusts you. He's not perfect by any means and there are still some aspects he struggles with, but he's a fast learner and will mentally take notes of every single thing you do, no matter how little it is.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Since Gaara prefers to keep his personal life as private as possible, he would resort to a cute stay at home dinner, followed by a nice, quiet walk around the village at night. He would take the time to gather his courage and rehearse his speech over and over again in his head while taking you to his private garden where he will propose to you under the silvery light of the full moon.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Your voice and general presence are a safe haven for the often tired and stressed Kazekage. He knows, no matter how exhausting or stressful the day may have been, as soon as he's with you, he can unwind and relax. Preferably in your arms, or with his head nestled comfortably in your lap while your hands run through his messy red hair.

[loveesiren]

Champagne & Sunshine (Pt. 2)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Synopsis: Y/n's true colors show when it comes to protecting her sister.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, trauma, fighting, knife

Word Count: 3.5k+

Y/N's POV:

You stirred slightly as the sunlight hit your face. You cursed yourself for not closing your blinds last night. You felt JJ's strong arms wrap around you tightly.

"Morning, Barbie doll." He whispers into your hair.

"I don't want morning." You respond.

"Me either." He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Y/N!" Marley yells, busting into your room.

"Ugh, Marley! What did I say about knocking?!"

Marley's expression softens when she sees JJ. "Hey, J!" She gushes.

"Hey, Mars. What's up?" JJ responds, propping himself up on his elbow as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"Uhm, mom wants you guys to come down for breakfast."

"We'll be down in a minute, Mars. Fucking knock next time!" You scold as you throw your pillow at her her.

Marley leaves without another word. She was only a year and a half younger than you. She'd been crushing on JJ since the first night you brought him home. She acted much more civil when he was around.

"Ugh," You groan into your pillow.

"Let's not keep them waiting," JJ says, placing a kiss on the back of your head before hopping out of bed and going to your closet to find a shirt.

You pull yourself out of bed. You rub your eyes, grateful JJ had taken off your make up the night before.

"Lemme brush," JJ said, running to your bathroom and grabbing your hair brush. He took your hair out of it's ponytail and slowly ran the brush through your long locks, being careful not to pull your hair. He handed you your favorite leopard print headband so you could push your hair back before the two of you made your way downstairs.

"JJ, my man!" Your dad cooed, passing the joint he was smoking to JJ.

"Mr. Y/L/N, how've you been?" JJ says, dapping him up as he took a drag of the joint.

"Not bad, kid. How are you?"

"Never better!" JJ says, sitting beside you at the kitchen table.

Marley sat next to JJ as she drooled over him. He was the only thing that grabbed her attention away from her phone.

"Stop being a creep, Mars!" You hissed at your sister.

Your mom set a plate of bacon in front of you to add to the pancakes, eggs, fruit bowl, and waffles she had prepared.

"Jeez, how stoned are you guys at 9am?" You chuckle, taking the joint from JJ.

"Just enough to make breakfast for our family!" Your mom says gleefully as she sits next to your father.

"It looks fire, mom." You praise, passing the joint off to Marley.

You all fill your plates with food and dig in. "So what do you two have planned for the day?" Your father asks, motioning to you and JJ.

"John B wants to go fishing I think," JJ responds. "Then party at the Boneyard tonight? I think?"

You nod in agreement.

"I want to go!" Marley says.

"No, Mars!" You spit.

"Y/N, let your sister go with you." Your mom demands.

"Ugh," You groan.

"Of course you can come, Mars." JJ smiles at her.

You roll your eyes but go back to you food.

After breakfast, you head up to your room to get ready. "Will you do my make up, Y/N?" Marley asks as she follows you and JJ.

You sigh. You couldn't say no to your sister. Annoying as she was, you loved her. "Yeah, come on." You say, wrapping your arm around her neck and pulling her towards your bathroom.

JJ made himself comfortable in your bathtub and lit up a joint as you helped Marley with her make up. She smiled as you helped her match her make up to yours.

"There," You said as you finished gluing on a pair of false lashes to her eyeliner.

"Twinning!" JJ squeals, handing the joint to Marley.

You laughed, realizing Marley was practically a spitting image of you. You went to your closet to find some clothes. You pulled on a pair of black jean shorts and a red crop top to match Marley's purple one.

"Alright, let's go!" You said as you grabbed your purse. Marley and JJ followed you as you headed downstairs.

"Headed out?" Your dad asks from the couch.

"Yup! Be back later!" You said as you push JJ and Marley out the door.

"Make good choices!" You hear your dad say.

"Always!" You respond. You head to your car. JJ opens the passenger door for Marley. You sigh slightly, wishing JJ was sitting next to you. But sweet JJ Maybank was too much of a gentlemen to let your sister sit in the back seat.

You pulled into the Chateau to find everyone sitting outside. John B and Pope playing hackey sack while Kie and Sarah sat in the hammock.

You all pile out of the G-Wagon. "We fishin' or what?" JJ says as he approaches the boys. Everyone eyes you approaching with your sister. "Mars is joining us today."

They've all met Marley before. They've been to your house plenty of times. But it wasn't often that she joined you guys for your everyday adventures.

"Hey Marley!" Sarah says, getting up and hugging your little sister.

"Hey!" Marley says. You could tell she was shy but excited.

"Let's get this show on the road!" John B says, heading towards the Pogue.

Sarah takes your sisters hand and skips down the dock with her. JJ throws his arm around your neck, as he always does, leading you down to the boat.

You glance back at Kiara for just a moment, locking eyes. She was less than happy that you were here and even more bothered that your little sister was here as well. But she wasn't about to ruin everyone's good time.

You and Mars sat at the front of the boat, passing back and forth a blunt as you watched the boys fish.

"You really let your little sister smoke?" Kie judges you.

"Kie, it's a nice day out. You really wanna kill the vibe?" You ask, not bothering to look at her as you kept your head leaned back into the sun.

"I'm 17," Marley hisses. "I can take care of myself."

You chuckle at your sisters response.

"Should we head to the Boneyard?" Sarah asks, breaking the tension as usual. The sun was beginning to set and you knew the party would be popping off soon.

"Let's do it!" You say.

John B pulls the Pogue up to the Boneyard and docks it. You happily skip out, pulling Marley with you.

"Wait up!" You hear JJ say. He practically slams into you as you stop. "Hey," He smiles down at you.

"Hey," You respond, getting lost in his ocean eyes.

JJ just stares at you, speechless, a wide grin on his face.

Marley rolls her eyes and grabs both of your hands. "Come on, love birds, let's get a drink." She says as she pulls you towards the keg.

Once you all get your drinks, you stand around in a circle joking and laughing about the days events. JJ wraps his arms loosely around your waist and leans his head into your shoulder. You wrap an arm around his neck and run your fingers through his blonde locks. Sarah and John B clung to each other as usual. You notice Kie and Pope standing awkwardly close. Kiara eyed you and JJ while Pope stared at her, trying to suck her into a conversation.

"You smell so fucking good," JJ mumbles into your neck as he ran his fingers through the ends of your hair.

You could feel the liquid courage course through your veins and you gently bit his shoulder, sucking lightly as you tasted the salt on his skin. "Let's go for a walk," You suggest.

JJ chuckles and tightens his grip on your waist, quickly leading you towards the beach.

You both stand in the shallow waves, kicking water at each other. "Y/N," JJ says.

"Yeah?" You ask, calming down a bit at his serious tone.

"Uhm..." He begins. "We, uhmmm...we-"

"Kissed?" You smile, finishing his sentence.

He nods his head, looking down to hide his smile. "Yeah. Kissed."

You take a few steps closer to him. Pressing your breasts against his chest, you looked up at him. "We did indeed." You smile.

He bites his lip as he looks down at you, placing his hands firmly on your hips.

"Kiss me again, JJ." You whisper.

He wastes no time smashing his lips against yours. He brings one hand up to cup your cheek, pressing his other hand against the small of your back to pull you as close as possible.

You moan into the kiss as you tangle your fingers in his hair. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you gladly accept. The way his hands explore your body have you melting. He was so hungry for you and you wanted nothing more than for him to take you right there on the beach.

"Y/N! JJ!" John B's voice, once again, ruining the moment.

You both groan as you take a step back from each other.

"Sorry to ruin the moment but we have a problem." John B says as he approaches you. He turns and points to Marley, sitting uncomfortably close to Topper Thornton.

"What the fuck," You say as you storm off in her direction. JJ following close behind you.

"Mars, what are you doing?" You ask.

"Uh, having a beer?" She says, waving around her red solo cup.

"Why are you chillin' with them?" You scoff as you eye the Kooks sitting around her.

"Ah, Y/N! Join the party!" A drunk Rafe says, patting his thigh, inviting you to sit on him.

You scoff and roll your eyes. "Come on, Mars, we're going home." You say as you grab her wrist.

"No!" She says, pulling back from you. "I'm having a good time!"

"She's having a good time, Barbie! Why not join us?"

Rafe calling you Barbie made your stomach turn. When JJ said it, you melted, but Rafe's rapey eyes and seething smile just boiled the anger in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuck you, Cameron!" You spit. "Marley, we're leaving."

Rafe stood up and approached you. You looked up at him as he towered over you. You swallowed you fear as you kept your eyes locked on his.

Marley tried to stand up but Topper grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap.

"Let go of her, Topper!" You could hear Sarah yell.

You pushed Rafe back but he grabbed your wrists as soon as your hands met his chest. "You know you're too pretty to be hanging out with these fucking Pogues." He whispers.

"Let go of me, Rafe!" You scream.

Rafe threw you to the ground and before you knew it all hell breaks loose. JJ, John B, and Pope were all swinging on Rafe and Topper.

"Marley!" You yell as you watch her fall to the ground after being pushed aside by Topper.

Sarah was quick to grab her and drag her away from the chaos. "Come on!" You hear a familiar voice as she grabs your hand. Kiara pulls you away from the fight, leading you to where Sarah and Marley were.

You wrap your arms around Marley and hug her head to your chest. She was crying now. All you could do was watch the boys fight as you comforted your sister.

"JJ!" You screamed. Rafe had him on the ground and you felt the anxiety boil up inside you.

The last time you saw this scene, the love of your life ended up dead.

You passed Marley off to Kiara and Sarah before running full force at Rafe and tackling him to the ground, luckily catching him off guard. There's no way you could take him down otherwise.

You whipped out your butterfly knife and held it to his throat. Rafe's eyes went wide as you pressed the knife to his skin, his hands coming up in surrender.

"Y/N!" You heard JJ yell.

Your breathing was heavy as you stared Rafe in the eyes.

"Y/N, don't!" Marley screamed.

"Y/N, give me the knife." JJ's voice calmed you down as he rested a hand on your shoulder.

You kept your eyes locked on Rafe's as you tried to steady your breathing. You slowly handed the knife to JJ and allowed him to help you stand up.

"Hey, you're good!" JJ says, taking you face between his hands. "You're good."

You close your eyes and nod.

"Fucking bitch," Rafe mutters underneath you. You turn and kick him hard in the stomach.

"Alright, let's dip!" JJ says, leading you off towards the boat before you could do any more damage.

The party had died down immensely after the fight that had just broken out.

You all climbed into the boat and Marley wrapped her arms around you. "Are you okay?" She whispered.

JJ sat in front of you, concern written all over his face. He'd never seen the way you acted tonight.

You clung to Marley's arm as you tried to suppress the memory of Bandit's murder. The murder you'd forever blame yourself for.

"JJ's fine, he's right here." Marley reassured you, knowing all to well the thoughts running rapid in your head.

Everyone else in the van was confused. No one knew who Bandit was or why your bubbly personality was suddenly silent. Or why you had just nearly cut Rafe Cameron over a fight that happened at least twice a month.

Marley pushed you forward so you collapsed in JJ's lap. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him.

JJ's POV:

"What's going on?" I mouth to Marley as I hold on to Y/N, running my fingers through her fluffy extensions.

"Later," Mars mouths.

John B pulls up to the Chateau. I pick Y/N up and carry her inside. Marley follows as I bring her to the pullout couch I've been sleeping on. Y/N was asleep, thank God. I rested her head on a pillow and pulled a blanket over her, pressing a kiss to her temple before I walked away to talk to Marley.

"What the hell just happened?" I asked. The other Pogues were gathering around now, all curious to what made their sweet Calabasas angel turn demonic.

Marley backed away, intimidated by everyone approaching her. "Yo, back up!" I said, leading Marley slightly away from the others.

"She-Her last boyfriend..." Marley started. "They were at a party and...this guy went crazy. Being an asshole to all the women there. He pushed Y/N down...Bandit tried to stop it. The guy stabbed him to death. Y/N saw it all happen."

I squeezed my eyes shut. This was something Y/N never mentioned, and I can't blame her for that.

"Shit," Kiara said.

"Oh, now you care, Kie?!" I snapped. I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it.

"JJ, I didn't know-"

"None of us did! She's carrying around this fucking trauma but still manages to be the kindest fucking person we've ever met!"

Kiara stays silent.

I scoff and walk off. I lay down next to Y/N, pulling her body close to mine, tucking her head into my chest. Marley walks over and lays down on the other side of her sister.

"How can I help her?" I ask.

"You already do." Marley responds. "I've never seen her so happy."

"She never told me about Bandit." I said, running my fingers over her skin.

"She never tells anyone about him. When we moved here and she met you, she left our old life behind. She was Queen Bee at our old school and she was so depressed. She didn't have real friends. They just wanted to be her friend cuz of the money. And when she started dating Bandit, they all judged her. He wasn't popular like the rest of them."

"What was he like?" I asked. I couldn't help but feel insecure, knowing Y/N was inlove with someone before. Someone probably way better than me.

Marley chuckled. "He was like...this emo kid. All these piercing, played guitar, the darkness to Y/N's light. He really loved her though. He died saving her."

I bit back my tears. "I owe him a thank you."

Marley leans up and looks at me. "JJ, she'll always love Bandit, but that doesn't take away the love she has for you."

I look over at her with a puzzled look. "Come on, J," Marley chuckles. "She's been in love with you since she met you. She's just been...scared. That's what happens when you lose the person you never expected to."

I let her words resinate for a moment. Of course Y/N would always love Bandit. I'd never take that from her. But I will do everything in my power to make her know love still exists in this world. And that I'm never going anywhere.

Y/N's POV:

"Bandit?" You cock your head to the side as he approaches you.

"Hey, babe."

You run to him, wrapping him up in a hug. "B, I thought I'd never see you again!" You cry into his shoulder.

"I can't stay for long, pretty girl." He whispers into your hair. "I just wanted to tell you something."

"B..."

"Listen, baby." He says, pulling you back. "I'm dead. I miss you so much. And I know you miss me. But you are so vibrant and beautiful. Watching you thrive in life makes me so happy. I need you to keep living. Stop holding back. As much as I hate not being yours, I like this JJ kid. He really cares about you."

"Bandit, I'm so sorry..." You cry.

"Baby girl, it's not your fault."

"But I-I hit him..."

"He deserved it. He was about to stab you. I'll never regret preventing that."

"Ban-"

"Shhhh, Y/N. I died so you could live. Now go live. I love you."

He presses a kiss to your lips and you pull him closer, savoring every last moment before he disappears into your memory once again.

Your eyes flutter open. Your face was pressed against JJ's chest and you sighed happily, squeezing your arm around him tighter. Bandit visited you last night and gave you his permission to move forward. You felt at peace waking up in JJ's arms.

"JJ?" You mutter against his skin.

"Yes, Princess?" He asks softly. You melt at his words.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, nuzzling closer to him.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Cuz I was mean last night."

"You weren't mean,"

"I hurt Rafe."

"Rafe's a dick. He deserved it."

"But I don't want to hurt people. Last time I hurt people..."

"Shhh," JJ said. "You didn't hurt anyone, baby."

You bit back tears. "Where's Marley?"

"She's outside with everyone. I think she ordered McDonald's."

You chuckle. "Sounds like Mars." JJ helps you off the pull out couch and leads you outside. Everyone's eyes turn to you and you sigh, knowing Marley told them everything."

"Y/N! I got your favorite!" Marley says, holding up a McDonalds bag.

You laugh and stumble over to her. "Thanks, Mars." You say as you lean against her.

"You okay?" Kiara asks.

You look up at her as you nibble on your fries. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks." You say bitterly. You didn't mean for it to sound that way but you also weren't in the mood for small talk. "Mars, can I speak to you in private please?" You ask, standing up and pulling her towards the dock.

"What the hell were you doing with Topper last night?" You ask once you'd made it far enough away from the others.

"I don't know! You were off with JJ, Sarah and John B were all over each other. Kie and Pope are fucking weird. Topper came up to me and offered me a beer so I sat with them."

"They are assholes, Mars."

"Yeah, I gathered that." She says with an attitude. "A-are you okay?" She asks. "You almost lost it last night..."

"Did you tell them? About Bandit?"

Marley looks down, avoiding your gaze. "They were really worried, Y/N."

"Doesn't give you the right to bring up his name."

"Y/N, you can't just avoid it forever. It's been three years. If you don't face it you'll never be able to-"

"Shut up, Mars!" You were sick of hearing it. You liked keeping Bandit to yourself. He was yours. Forever. Other people didn't need to know your business. You wanted to leave the trauma of Calabasas behind you and start fresh here. But now your old life was surfacing.

"You can't just move away and act like it never happened!" She yelled back at you. "It happened, Y/N! He's dead! You have to let people help you! You have to move on!"

You ran your fingers through your hair. "I don't need help!" You screamed, loud enough for the others to hear. You clung to the sleeves of JJ's oversized flannel. The one he wrapped you up in during the night. His scent being the only thing keeping you from from absolutely losing it. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. "I-I am...moving on. I just, I wasn't really ready for that information to be out in the open."

Marley nods. "I get that. I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to explain why you went nuts on Rafe."

"It's fine, Mars."

"You guys okay?" JJ asks as he walks towards you and Marley.

"I'll be in the car...mom and dad want us home soon." Marley says, smiling at JJ and heading back towards the G-Wagon.

"Hey, yeah...I'm okay." You smile sadly, leaning into JJ's arms. "I just, uhm...there's some stuff I'm just not ready to talk about yet."

"I understand," JJ says, running his fingers down the length of your spine. "I'm always here for you, you know that, right?"

You pull back and look up at him. "Yeah, I do. Thank you." You smile. "I'm gonna go home and rest a bit. I think I'm a little hungover." JJ looks slightly sad but he nods, knowing you needed some time. "I'll text you later, yeah?" You say, fiddling with your hair as you back away.

"Yeah, yeah sounds good, sweetheart." JJ smiles at you.

You take one last look at him before turning around and heading towards the car. "Bye guys!" You say to everyone as you pass.

You climb into the car, offering a small smile to Marley before you flip on one of your CD's. Yo blasted Bandit's favorite song as you headed home. Smiling instead of crying for the first time in years.

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[sunkissedchld]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

the piles go from left to right. therefore, pile one has the silver airpods, pile two is the pink cord phone, and so on and so forth.

take your time to use your intuition to choose the pile that will best resonate with you. lastly, please don't be afraid to say if the message resonated or not; it helps me in determining if my interpretations are correct or not, and i appreciate any sort of feedback - even if it's "bad".

this PAC is a collab with @icanseethefuture333, so be sure to check out their post also!

good luck to you, reader 🌷

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈

Signs:

"i don't forgive you", harboring anger towards someone, heavy fire (aries, leo, sagittarius) in birth chart, red, passion, danger, hera, broken marriages/family, non-committal, metatron, spiritual power, turtles, tigers, turkeys. broken headphones, "you're not listening"

Shufflemancy:

"Montero (Call Me By Your Name)" by Lil Nas X

"Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen

"Blow Us All Away" from Hamilton the Musical

"Intro" by J. Cole

"Angels We Have Heard on High" by Pentatonix

"Sorry, I Love You" by Stray Kids

Cards:

Four of Cups, Knight of Cups (Rx), Six of Swords (Rx), Two of Wands, Five of Wands, Seven of Coins, The Fool (Rx), Turtle (Rx), Tiger, Turkey

Reading:

For those who chose pile one, one lesson you will encounter will be in regards to you seemingly sitting on the sidelines in life. At one point, you may feel disconnected and apathetic about life; you may think, "what's the point of doing what I'm doing if I'm not seeing any results for it." There will be times when people will try to help you enjoy life more instead of being moody and unhappy with what you're doing, but J. Cole says it best when he asks, "do you wanna be happy?". Someone might literally ask you that (or people have done so in the past), and you often say "no" without saying no by not taking action to be happy. 

Those who chose this pile may have a lot of unresolved emotional baggage they refuse to acknowledge, but your lesson will be in recognizing that baggage and unloading it. You may have been resisting a transition period in your life for as long as possible, and in 2024 that won't be allowed anymore. Saying "no" to happiness will not be an option; you will be thrown into tackling your anger, former traumas, apathy about life, etc. head on. The only real thing you can decide at this point is whether or not you're going to plan for it now that you know it's coming or allow life to take you through it however ough that may be. 

You will be pushed to be competitive about what it is you want. There may be a lot of conflict, and you may even feel jealous of others at one point; you may think, "why is it that my growth and transition is so much harder compared to everyone else's?". There may even be a point during the year where you feel as if you're guides or the universe or whoever/whatever you believe in isn't listening to you, but the truth is everyone experiences growing pains, and you have to figure out how to persevere and get over your fears the same way everyone else does. As stated before, refusing to grow and transition is not an option, but your attitude as you experience it is a choice you make; you can make it easier or harder on yourself by having an open mind. 

This year, you will be going from being a turtle to a tiger. You will no longer be allowed to take your time in regards to things in your life that are keeping you from growing into someone who is healthier and happier: mentally, physically, emotionally, and everywhere else. You will be stepping into your own power and your attitude will determine if you step into it gracefully or not. Overall, your lesson will be in learning how to free yourself from your own chains.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈

Signs:

"be free", the sun, heavy fixed sign energy, ceres, gemini, pluto, neptune, feeling disconnected from venus placement, having trouble speaking, 111, manifestations, "coming in", "i'm walking", "be realistic", mercedes, goose/geese

Shufflemancy:

“Love Like Woe” by The Ready Set

“One Step At a Time” by Jordin Sparks

“Are You That Somebody” by Aaliyah

“This World” by Ateez

“Can You Stand the Rain” by New Edition

“What Comes Next?” from Hamilton the Musical

Cards:

Eight of Coins (Rx), King of Swords (Rx), Five of Wands (Rx), The Hanged Man, King of Coins, Seven of Coins, The Sun, Fixed, Ceres, Sagittarius (Rx), 111, Mercury (Rx), Venus (Rx), Neptune, Pluto

Reading:

If you chose this pile, your lesson for the year deals with your self-worth and self-determination. “One Step At a Time” by Jordin Sparks seems to fit your energy best for this next year. It seems some of this energy may be lingering from last year also, but during 2024 you may feel as if you’re doing a lot of work but receiving no benefits from it. Eventually, this lack of success and recognition could wear on you, and you could wonder if what all you’re doing is even worth it. With your work, it could seem as if you do so much, but it’s just not quite enough to other people - even if you’re trying your absolute hardest. You could end up feeling unappreciated and as if you’re not advancing anywhere. 

It seems someone could be turning people away from you. For some people, this is a literal person who you may get along with, but you don’t really confront them when it comes to what they’re doing. For others of you, this is the universe purposefully blocking things from you because you’re trying to speed up the time you get certain things, and it’s telling you, “this isn’t how that works”. Regardless, there is someone or something in a higher position keeping you from reaching the success you think you deserve. This conflict will frustrate you throughout the year, and it could prove difficult for you to deal with. 

With the Hanged Man and Five of Wands (Rx), you’re being asked to compromise and re-think why you think you deserve recognition or success in a certain way. Is your reasoning valid or in good faith? Is your way really the only way you can gain what it is you’re wanting? Is what you’re wanting the best for you? I’m reminded of the meme (I guess is what it is) where a little girl is holding a small teddy bear or something, and Jesus is asking her to give it to Him, and she’s refusing, but the audience can see that He has an even bigger teddy bear for her; I feel like this will represent how your success for this year will be. You may have one view of how you want it, but that result keeps getting pushed back or thwarted because you’re thinking too small. 

The action of patience will be your most important lesson this year. “Can You Stand the Rain” fits really well for this closing part of the reading. You will be learning how to wither the storm of seemingly being overlooked and having your ideas of abundance not being given to you how and when you want in exchange for even better and more success to meet you at the end. As is always said, “patience is a virtue”.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Signs:

222, swan, itchy left palm, losing items, “i’m so sorry”, prominent sagittarius and/or gemini placements, heavy mutable energy, neptune dominant or many aspects to neptune, ducks, water, lust for nostalgia, being lost in your memories

Shufflemancy:

“In Love with Another Man” by Jazmine Sulllivan

“needy” by Ariana Grande

“Halazia” by Ateez

“Home” by Todrick Hall

“6 Foot 7 Foot” by Lil Wayne (feat. Corey Gunz)

“Put It On Da Floor Again” by Latto (feat. Cardi B)

Cards:

Queen of Cups (Rx), Six of Cups (Rx), Ace of Wands, Ten of Coins, The Sun, Six of Coins, The Emperor, Memories (Rx), Mutable (Rx), Sagittarius (Rx), Planetary Retrograde (Rx)

Reading:

For those choosing pile three, your lesson during the year will relate to you recognizing yourself more. Those who chose this pile may feel disconnected from their emotions or feel very emotionally drained last year and entering the new year. You may be very used to letting people utilize you in their lives however they want while when it comes to you needing people, they often are away or too busy to care about you. You could be prone to co-dependent relationships where you feel like you need to be needed or of help to someone and they to you, but you let them give you the bare minimum while you give your all. 

Earlier, I thought you might be someone who doesn’t like remembering things or has a hard time with their memory, but it’s actually the opposite! You’re someone who loves to get lost in the past and what used to be; the song “Could’ve Been” by H.E.R feels relevant. For some reason the energy for this pile feels very connected to a relationship that you may miss during the year. It seems you will eventually come to the realization that you’re losing yourself to the past and recognize you need to garner up the willpower to keep going for the present. You will gain the energy to begin doing things for yourself instead of for the sake of pleasing others. You will be recognizing how important you are to yourself, and/or you will be building up that importance. 

During this year, you will be building a new foundation where you do things for you. You will be focusing on your own growth and prioritizing self-care. You will learn how to put your happiness above other people's, which might be an issue you have been avoiding for a while. Rather than relying on others for emotional stability and to qualify your self-worth, you will likely end up doing a ton of introspection to discover what makes you happy solo. If you’re someone who is chronically in relationships, you may take a well-needed break in order to discover yourself like you’ve been putting off doing. 

Overall, your lesson for the new year involves being your own rock so to speak. You will be learning how to set boundaries to protect yourself from people who are no good for you because they want to be like vampires in using you. Instead, you will focus on yourself and your ideals, wants, desires, and emotions. Your lesson this year will be learning how to focus on you.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐕

Signs:

having a lot of conjunctions in natal or solar return chart, heavy fixed energy, being born on a new moon, heavy uranus energy, “i don’t forgive you”, heavy fourth house placements and energy, “i don’t forgive you”, (oak) trees, miracles, unicorns

Shufflemancy:

“Focus” by Ariana Grande

“Hello” by J. Cole

“Lonely St.” by Stray Kids

“On It” by Jazmine Sullivan (feat. Ari Lennox)

“Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen

“New Money” by Leikeli47

Cards:

Ace of Cups, Four of Coins, The Devil, Temperance, Knight of Coins, King of Cups, Judgement, The Fool, Conjunction, Fixed, New Moon, Uranus, 4H, Trees, Miracles

Reading:

Those choosing this final pile, your lessons this year may relate to embracing new beginnings and a fresh start. For you, I’m reminded of all these rituals people are engaging in as we all enter the new year: eating black eyed peas, not washing clothes, having someone with money enter the house first, eating grapes under a table at midnight, and everything else. It seems you’re in the energy of “new year, new me”! With that, your lessons seem to relate to putting that quote to the test and seeing if you’re actually ready to embrace what comes with newness. 

You could be losing things and people this year; maybe you fall out with certain people in your friend group, or you lose your job, or you graduate from school, or you’ll find a whole new group of friends. In general, the concept of not getting so attached to things or people to the point where you’re unwilling to separate from them comes to mind. Not that you can’t also develop strong attachments and relationships! But, when it’s time to let a situation or person go do not spend so much time trying to get them to stay. “When it’s time to go; it’s time to go”. 

Do not become obsessive about things and people you come into contact with this year. The phrase, “there’s a time and season for everything” is very important! “Be flexible” is the best advice I could give for those reading this pile. Being flexible does not entail not working hard though; find a balance between being hardworking and putting in effort and also being open to change and loss. There is a major emphasis on balance and being in control when it comes to your emotions but also overall this year. 

Overall, your lessons deal with being open to the change that comes with a new year and declaring that you’re ready for new things. You still need to put in work and go about life and strive to achieve what it is you want - in relationships, friendships, work, your daily life, and more, but you also need to be willing to let people and things go when the universe tells you they’re no longer serving or helping you. Truly, be open to the new beginnings you’re saying you want. 

[yuugurenomi]

WE ARE THE SAME PERSON IN DIFRENT STORIES AND DIFFRENT CIRCUMSTANCES THATS WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY THATS WAY EASIER

"your adeptus xiao" yes "so your thr vigilant yaksha" yes "so your the conqueror of demons" no im mostly just some guy

i think am xiaokin but in a really spesific the-chararter-that-im-a-fictive-of-was-an-au-of-him way if that makes sense??

am not adeptus xiao vigilant yaksha conquerer of demons but im an adeptus the yaksha mask is familier like its mine but in an echoey in a diffrent version of this life way thinking about wearing it makes me feel sick and bloodstained were same base charater but 1 of us got saved by a human mortal and it changed my life so much that we end up being unreconizably diffrent

(also wasnt on purpose but whoever made siu did it when we didnt really k ow alot about xiao yet siu is alot younger then canon xiao so that also changes some stuff im barely a soldier im more like kaeya bad things are happening and im a small scared kid and some grown up is like ok you dont have parents so your my sons brother now lets go home i added wu at the end of my name to tell the diffrence between siu (oc) and siu (fictive) i like it but it feels more like a nickname sometimes)

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, I’m looking for fics where Aziraphale has religious trauma specifically around sex. I wanna see him and Crowley working through it to have a healthy sexual relationship. Preferably on the shorter side like 20k ish or less but not super picky about that part. Thanks!

Hi. Here are some fics in which Aziraphale has religious trauma and explores sex with Crowley. Most of them are on the longer side, sorry...

Snake Lessons by chamyl (E)

“That’s the point, Crowley!” Aziraphale snapped. “I’ve never done this before. I couldn’t. They kept track of what we did with our corporations, and I’m sure Hell doesn’t care, but Heaven was very much clear that angels are not supposed to indulge in sex.” Crowley didn’t know how to respond to that. He tried to start several sentences at once, producing an array of incoherent sounds that made no sense at all. When he finally regained control over his tongue, he asked, “Not once? In six thousand years?”

in your own time by ineffabildaddy (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church. After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

Night and Day by wyrmy (E)

Aziraphale Engel, black sheep of his strictly religious family, lives a quiet and monkish existence in the middle of London, trying to avoid the many temptations of the flesh and do his bit for the church that his father founded. But his quiet, untroubled, and unhappily narrow existence is about to come to an end, and he will be faced with the choice to give up even more of who he is or to survive in the real world.

Ink Stained Bleeding Hearts by WillowTea (E)

Ready for a fresh start, Anthony J. Crowley opens shop across the road from a lovely tattooist, Aziraphale Fell. After everything he's been through, Crowley is not ready to fall head over heels for Aziraphale, but he can't stop himself. The two navigate their new friendship and budding romance while addressing past hurts.

Out of Suffering Into Love by Slow_Burn_Sally (E)

Aziraphale is a sexually repressed man who grew up in a religious household. Crowley is an artist with a sordid past. Both of them are afraid to love and be loved.

Hired Heart by GayDemonicDisaster (E)

As a result of his sheltered upbringing, Aziraphale made it to 50 without exploring his sexuality or coming out. After 50, all that changed - he's gay, he's out, and wants to find love. He also wants to have sex. He's a tad nervous about that. His friend Agnes suggests he consult a professional and get some no-strings practice and advice, and build some confidence. And her friend Tracy runs an agency… Crowley has quite the breadth of sexual experience: he’s a high class escort. He’s been in his line of work for a long time, though in this industry, that’s not exactly an advantage. He likes his work, but the more he’s reminded that he’s not as young as he once was, the more he contemplates his exit strategy. When his bookings manager and friend Tracy gives him a new, nervous client, Crowley finds him unexpectedly captivating. In fact, Crowley can’t seem to get him out of his head. A Smitten Crowley is also a very silly Crowley, so prepare for giggles and fluff along with your love story and smut... This fic is sex worker positive, disability positive, & a variety of genders and sexual preferences are referred to in back story.

- Mod D

[libellule-ao3]

Chapter 4 : The Bloom & the Thorn

NSFW - 🔞 | ⚠️ Various physical, psychological & emotional abuse | Ominis Gaunt x OFC - #Evinis | Currently 30 700 words

Tags: angst & hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, developing relationship, smut, dark themes, introspection, trauma, Dark Arts, violence, POV Alternating etc.

Summary:

Ominis Gaunt, the pure-blood wizard, struggles to thrive in the stifling shadow of his family manor. A prisoner of a heritage he rejects. Evelyne Lavandin, on the other hand, is a precocious Muggle-born witch who has been uprooted since people greedy for power and money tore her away from her family. Two characters and two solitudes separated by everything. And yet, who still believes that encounters are the fruit of chance?

Credit: The stunning cover of this story was created by the talented @/Tamayula-hl 🙏 🫶 [Link to her publication] I love it so much, I’d put it on every post about this fic just for the pleasure of seeing it on my blog!✨️💕

Snippet:

“You think your consent changes anything?” His voice trembles, rough and strangled. “You imagine agreeing to this will erase the rest? That your screams won’t carve into me?”

“We will use a silencing charm!”

The words tumble out, clumsy and desperate, like a blunt weapon trying to smash through his objections.

This time, he explodes. In a brutal motion, his forearm slams into the pillar beside her face, his body caging her in an oppressive space. The impact reverberates near her ears, and she gasps, her heart racing.

“For Merlin’s sake, Evelyne, stop!!!”

Ominis's erratic breath brushes against her face, and she inhales despite herself, his cologne subtle, yet deeply masculine. In the intermittent scarlet light of his wand, his face seems sculpted by raging despair, his features taut as if he is struggling to control it. His proximity has a suffocating, almost terrifying effect. Her back presses instinctively against the pillar, seeking a distance that no longer exists.

“I will never again inflict such pain on anyone. Never again! Do you understand?”

His voice quivers, teetering between rage and misery, almost breaking. Evelyne, stunned by his words and his posture, opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes. She swallows hard.

“Y-yes, but... if our lives depended on it? You would do it, right?”

Ominis lowers his head slightly, angling toward her voice or breath, his blind gaze boring into hers. They’re so close that anyone watching might think they’re about to kiss. An absurd thought, given his tortured expression.

[pandenewie]

Dress Coded Masterlist

SYNOPSIS:

Dress codes are dumb. And everyone in school agrees. So why is the dear student council president Yang Jungwon so insistent on upholding such a stupid rule? And why is Y/n so insistent on changing his mind?

OR

Y/n finds a new way to break the dress code each day, purely to spite the student council president and make him change the stupid rule. But what started as a simple act of rebellion soon takes a turn as more is found out about the goody-two-shoes president. 

PAIRING: jungwon x gn!reader

GENRE: nonidol!au, highschool!au, socialmedia!au, sorta fake dating (you'll see), mild enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive, angst (light), cursing, attempted humour. Ft. Enhypen Ni-ki + Jay + Jake, P1Harmony Soul + Jongseob, Kep1er Bahiyyih + Hikaru (+ Youngeun mention), Le Sserafim Eunchae, IVE Wonyoung, ZB1 Ricky, Seventeen Wonwoo

**any pictures used of "yn" are for outfit descriptions only and do not represent yn's gender/race/physical appearance in any way :))**

STARTED: 08/04/23

FINISHED: 02/10/23

STATUS: completed

PROFILES:

Sk8ter Bois | H2hoes

CHAPTERS:

00 - The Dress Code | 0.3k words

01 - White Privilege

02 - Pu$$y Gang

03 - A Little Manipulation

04 - Manifesting

05 - when bae gets you in trouble | 1.9k words

06 - Shota's Minecraft Girlfriend

07 - It's my turn to use the braincell

08 - It's Giving Control Freak | 1.7k words

09 - Enemies 👹 to Enemies 😊

10 - Damage Control

11 - I have the mind of a mastermind

12 - Potato Chips | 1.8k words

13 - DRUGS?? 😱😱

14 - Real Men Clean Bathrooms | 2.4k words

15 - Dr Dilf

16 - L + Ratio + Y/n will never love you

17 - Stuco Rizz | 2.1k words

18 - From homies to nomies

19 - De-yassified

20 - Mama I'm in love with a criminal | 1.6k words

21 - Prison Wife Era

22 - Family Vacation | 2.9k words

23 - Please No Feelings | 2.5k words

24 - Trauma Bonded ❤ | 1.9k words

25 - BREAK HIS HEART ❗❗

26 - This wasn't part of the plan | 1.9k words

27 - Gold Star

28 - Good Boy Gone Bad ❌ Good Boy Gone Sad ✔

29 - If it isn't the consequences of my own actions

30 - No More Hobocore

31 - Somebody that you used to know | 1.2k words

32 - Jongseob Marriage Counsellor

33 - Cute, platonically

34 - Where we went wrong | 3.2k words

35 - Ronald McDonald if he slayed

36 - No More Mr Nice Guy

37 - It's Giving Grease | 3.0k words

38 - The Updated Dress Code | 0.5k words

39 - Do-over Date | 2.6k words

FINALE - #savejungwonfromyn

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can ask that you spill everything about your Splatoon OCs? 😺

ABSOLUTELY i did not expect anyone to ask to be honest….goodness where do i even begin. Let’s see. I’ll start with my main little doomed love triangle thing i suppose

Cecilia Paek, she/her, 24 yrs old, aka: cece, celia, eight, whore, freak, slut, etc. My agent 8. born in the domes under the name Paek Seo-Mi, but renamed herself to cece post-memory loss. A freak both in the not-safe-for-work sense and just. In general. She says the most unhinged shit in such a passive formal manner. Marina has to consistently tell her she’s not allowed to eat the jelletons. She bites. A lot.

aside from being a freak cece is curious and observant, but incredibly blunt and fierce. In the past Seo-Mi was a much quieter and more repressed person, but hearing the Inkantation awakened a flame within her, so to speak. Cece is incredibly vocal about her thoughts and feelings, and she does not like to be pushed around. although shes always been a very nostalgic person, shes been trying to look forward more often than not. (she was on team future!)

cece has a very mature, almost sisterly presence, and is especially close with neo 3 (ikra) and her pseudo sister agent 4 (yottsu). she also has a daughter of her own, yumi! ikra and yottsu are my friends ocs so i cant say too much about them but ikra is like, basically her and kyle’s adopted kid

Kyle Lastname, (Actual surname to be determined Eventually) he/him, 25 yrs, aka three, cap, kyle, ceces silly rabbit /j. he’s my captain 3. has a stupid ass name bc he’s a stupid ass guy. Basically started as a joke oc but i put him through the Horrors. he’s the malewife of all time.

Grew up the only hearing person in a deaf/hard of hearing household so he’s fluent in sign language. He joined squidbeak when he was like 16 mostly bc he was a MASSIVE FUCKING LOSER with a huge ego who wanted the attention. Now he has Trauma and hates his teen self more than anything. (The egotistical little white kid phase is like, a rite of passage in his family. His little sister is still in that phase.) Now that he’s mellowed out hes just a sopping wet cat. Dating cece and is obsessed with her + will do literally whatever she wants.

Hes a lot more talkative than canon 3, hes the kind of guy who copes with humor all the time. he tries to be cool and mysterious but hes really awkward and gets flustered or worked up super easily. He’s overall a pretty boring guy and thats his charm. She’s barbie and he’s just ken. etc etc.

Hes SO dad coded btw. He and cece have a daughter together, Yumi. Since he was young he spent a lot of time looking after his little sister and he’s basically adopted his protege, neo3 (ikra). he makes me think of RTGame for reasons i could not describe to you, it’s just the energy somehow. He’s my babygirl. My little meow meow if you will (Cece voice)

Victoria Mendoza, she/her, 25 yrs, aka Tori. SHE is the fucked up one. Literally doomed by the narrative. Eye love her.

She comes from a long line of elite soldiers and was a child prodigy, but also the Problem Child. Got expelled from multiple schools for beating up other kids. from a young age she’s been incredibly critical of the octarian society and she was basically your average teen rebel. into alt music/fashion, incredibly vocal about her distaste for the system, fairly closed off with a cold exterior. the only person she truly cared for was Seo-Mi (Cece).

Seo-Mi was quiet and sweet and generally pretty average academically, so she didn’t have nearly as much pressure on her to succeed compared to Tori. the two were childhood friends and teenage lovers. The only ones who truly matched each others freak if you will. When they were little girls they used to dream of escaping to the surface together. this changed when they were about sixteen years old.

the most important thing to know about tori is that she is a pessimist and at her core a Coward. She’s all bark and no bite. She’ll scream her hatred of authority from the rooftops but immediately crumble at the sight of her leader. and as she got older and officially entered her career, she lost hope. she determined the surface wouldn’t have anything more for her than the domes did. she became complacent, while Seo-Mi, who had previously been more neutral, had heard the inkantation and only become more determined to leave the domes.

The two desperately tried to change each other’s minds but they were far too stubborn. both of them were crushed by the supposed “betrayal” of their beloved. Inevitably Seo-Mi left for the surface, eventually being taken in to Kamabo Co. while tori stayed behind to rot.

Since Seo-Mi left, tori became more bitter than ever before. she turns her focus to her career, and her family, but she never truly moves on from the loss. Unfortunately, Cece did. Cece met someone else, she’s started a family, she has a completely new name. she’s essentially a new person. and Tori is still the same.

Canonically i don’t think they would ever meet again and actually recognize each other, but i like to play with the idea sometimes bc if they did they would Hate each other. Tori is completely incapable of accepting that her Seo-Mi has moved on. She is clinging on to a version of someone that doesn’t exist anymore. tori is a deeply self destructive person and will never move on in any sense of the word. Sad!

Also this is Yumi. Age varies but shes like. Very young toddler as of the current timeline. She’s cece and kyle’s favorite surprise (Accident). They’re both freaks and shes the consequences of their actions. She and smollusk have playdates together. She’s obsessed with off the hook but doesn’t realize that her weird lesbian aunts pearl and marina are the same people. She’s baby