#i want someway to tag this hmm

[rose022]

based on my last post!

the character that made me think of that is rei from im in love with the villainess and while i dont think im caught up with the comic anymore i read a lot of it and even parts of the novel when i first got into it. for those who dont know this girl gets isekaied into a video game she loved where her fav character was the villainess and she now tries to woo her. when you start the series, you think of her as just a silly and outgoing character but the thing is, its all an act. thats what gets me. like yes she really goes love claire but shes a lesbian and the character she knew in the game had one crush on a guy- she knows she had no chance. and so shes obnoxious about her advances. she makes herself into a joke because she believes then itll hurt less when shes inevitably rejected and pushed away and when people once again find her to be gross and weird. but! she still has a friend who enjoys her company and while claire is thrown off by rei (understandably) she also doesnt actually hate her or genuinely tell her that shes gross. and so when someone else comes to steal claire and rei gets jealous, the other person confronts her about this. that shes not genuinely trying to win over claire. so yeah idk that just gets me, plus the way they talk about and handle queer themes is really good (though warning in the manga there is a part with incest from what i remember. its nothingg big but i wanna say in case someone needs to avoid that.)

and now. the character i mass rbed last night, my beloved Sasha Tartt from the antagonist's pet. she was also isekaied into one of these romantic fantasy stories but shes not one of the main characters or anything, just some random nobody that barely had a line mentioning her. so she decides to avoid them and live peacefully. and she figures out that even tho no one cares abt her cus shes that much of a nobody, she can still get sweets and good stuff by sucking up to these nobles by, quite sincerely, acting like a pet. shes cute and people like to feed her treats and give her pets but they also dont view her as equal to them. shes just selling herself. and the worst part is that because nobles are taught to supress their feelings and always be poised and dignified, they can never show their emotions nor do they know how to deal with them. and so, she allows people to take it out on her. telling her about their problems, yelling, and attacking her. she says she doesnt mind this because she still gets pets and sweets. but shes not a person to these people, no matter how much she compliments them and helps them with their issues. and theres also all the people who talk bad about her for doing this and having no pride. whats even worse is that she has this habit of bitting her thumb til it bleeds when shes nervous or worried. shes keeps thinking about her past life too so she wants to take advantage of everything good here but it comes at the cost of herself.

oughh i wanna reread it now... also i very much recommend this one but tbh i dont like how it ends and i can do a whole lil rant abt that too but ill save it for another time. i doibt anyones even gonna read this one

[slutforwwewomen]

Marked

Summary - speculations of you and Rheas relationship finally come to an end as now everyone knows it's true, due to you walking out to your match with black lipstick prints on your body.

RheaRipley X Fem!Reader

Warnings - Pure Smut, Fingering, Oral (Reader receiving.) Strong Language and all that stuffs yk. 😉

Hope you enjoy! <3

“I think you’re gonna love thisss!” My makeup artist, Amanda, says to me. I told her to try something new, anything she wanted that would match my new gear I was debuting tonight.

As Amanda finishes up, I hear footsteps creeping behind me and then two hands on my shoulders, meaning it could only be…

“Guess who.” I hear from behind me.

“Hmm…I don’t know..Samantha? Liv? Rhea? I mean, I have so many girlfriends it’s hard to guess!” I say in a joking manner, suddenly feeling a hard thump on the back of my neck and the sound of a slight giggle.

“Alright! Finished!” Amanda says.

She spins my chair around, facing me towards the mirror. “Oh my god! Mandy, I love it! Thank you!” I say, standing up out of my chair and hugging her tightly. “Okay, Loosen the grip up, Azmina!” Amanda says, slightly breathless due to my grip.

I let out a small laugh and mumble a sorry.

As I turn around, I’m met face to face with my girlfriend, Rhea.

“Damn.” Is all she says.

“What? You don’t like it?” I ask.

“I more than like it. Makes me wanna fuck it off you.” She says..loudly. My response ends with me slapping her arm and my face turning completely red.

“You look good too I guess…” I say to her with a smirk on my face.

Amanda comes up behind us. “Personally, I’d rather see this than LivDom.”

That sending Rhea and I into a laughing spiral.

Amanda is one of the select few who know about Rhea and I being together.

Everyone knows me and her are super close, but they don’t know the full extent.

Rhea and I have tagged together numerous times, which is where the rumors started at to begin with.

Oh, but that’s not just all!

Rhea is very…touchy. She physically can’t keep her hands off me when we’re near one another, so during our matches, when rhea was helping me up, she’d slide her hand across me someway, or she’d hold onto me, pick me up or carry me out, whilst keeping a certain grip on my…lower half.

Always making sure to touch me.

I’ve always had this attraction to her, I mean…just look at her. How could you not?

“Hey. Come on.” Rhea whispers to me, reaching a hand out for me to grab.

“I need to put my gear on anyways.” I take her hand as she leads me to the locker room. Shutting the door behind her after she lets me go in first.

She turns around, walking slowly towards me.

Slowly inching me closer and closer against the far wall.

As she slowly made her way over to me, her eyes not leaving me, she gently pushed me against the wall.

She placed her hands right beside my head, trapping me against the wall, as she leaned in even closer.

Her breath, hitting my neck. Sending chills down my whole body.

I shut my eyes for a moment before opening them back up, my eyes meeting hers as she hovers over me looking down at me.

“Please” I murmur out, barely even understandable.

“See how I make you feel? See how I’m not even touching you, and you’re just begging me to fuck you?” Rhea says in a low tone.

She gently runs her index finger along my jaw as she whispers in my ear.

"See how you shiver when I touch you lightly?"

She then gently touches a sensitive spot on my neck.

“See how your body is telling me just how much you need me? You just can’t help yourself can you? I mean, all I’m doing is standing over you and you just can’t contain yourself. What’s to be done about that, huh?”

My mouth begins to open, but nothing comes out. I look down at the ground in slight embarrassment. I can only think of one thing right now, and that’s how badly I need to feel her.

“Oh come on…use your words baby. Tell me what you want.” She says as she moves her finger and traces under my chin.

“M-my match. I need t..to put my gear on.” I finally get out, slightly jerking to try to get out from under her.

Rhea's smile widens as she notices my attempts to get away from her.

“Oh, is that what you're worried about at the moment? Your little match? Trust me, that's the last thing you need to worry about right now.”

She grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at her. Her eyes, now intense and full of desire.

“You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you.”

She moves her hand from my chin to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make sure I stay right where I am.

“And I'm still just getting started.”

My eyes, tearing up from the pressure she’s putting on my neck.

She finally crashes her like into mine. Kissing me with the most passion I’ve ever felt. Her lipstick, still slightly wet, as I can feel it imprinted on my skin. She removes her hand from my neck and snakes it down into my shorts.

I feel her smirk against my lips as she feels how wet I am, her fingers slowly teasing my folds.

She lets out a soft chuckle and breaks the kiss. Starting to leave a trail of hickeys down my neck and shoulder, all while her fingers still work at a painfully slow pace.

I let out a soft whimper, signaling I need her to move faster.

“Be patient darling.” She whispers before biting down gently on my shoulder, her fingers now moving only slightly faster than before.

She pulls back to look at me, watching my reactions while her fingers still rub against my clit at a painfully slow pace.

“Look at you, covered in my marks.”

She leans in, and whispers into my ear again, her voice low and sultry.

“Everyone will know who you belong to.”

She moves her other hand to grip my hip, helping hold me against the wall as she continues to move her fingers, now going at a steady fast pace.

“Shit! Rhea- Fuck! Oh my god- I’m..I’m gonna cu..” I’m cut off by her smashing her lips back into mine. Biting my lip hard and pulling on it with her teeth.

Moans begin to slip out, one after another like a broken record player.

She swallows the moans that slips from my lips, biting down on my lip again as she keeps pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

But then she stops.

She pulls away from my lips and looks at me, a smirk on her face.

“Ah ah ah, not yet…”

Rhea looks down at my legs, wobbly and shaking, barely being able to hold myself up.

She gets down on her knees then looks back up at me, a smirk still on her face as she pulls my shorts and underwear all the way down and hooks my leg over her shoulder.

She presses a kiss to the inside of my lower thigh, slowly making her way closer and closer to my core.

She finally reaches my core and runs her tongue up my folds, teasing me slowly as she keeps my leg over her shoulder.

She repeats this action a couple more times, licking and teasing me with her tongue, purposely avoiding my clit.

She finally gives my clit some attention, flicking her tongue over it quickly before sucking it into her mouth.

I feel her insert her 2 fingers deep inside me. Curling them at a slow but harsh pace.

I let out a loud moan, which almost could be mistaken as a scream.

My body begins to tremble. Knees beginning to give out again.

“You’re such a good girl for me. taking my tongue so well.” She says between licks, her voice muffled against me.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you baby? I want you to scream my name. She gives my clit one last hard suck before pulling away slightly, her fingers still moving inside me, but she fastens the pace.

“Come on, Az, be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?”

And that’s what sent me over the edge.

My eyes stay shut but I can feel her smirk as I cum, she watches as my body trembles in pleasure. I open my eyes and watch her beneath me as she slowly licks up all of my cum, savoring the taste.

She finally completely pulls away from me, picking me and my shorts up and carrying me to a locker, sitting me down on the seat of it.

My body still hot, panting and out of breath.

And I still hadn’t gotten my gear on.

“Rhea…please. I need my gear.” I managed to pull out.

She stepz away from me, reaching into the locker and pulling out my gear.

“You better get dressed fast, baby. You have a match to win.”

I grab my underwear from right next to me, as I struggle to put them on, rhea snatches them from me and decides to take matter into her own hands.

She moves her hands down to your waist, slowly pulling my underwear up my legs, her fingers brushing against my still sensitive skin.

I decide to just push through, I stand up, obviously tired, and put my gear on. Which takes me a whopping almost 10 minutes.

I pull my phone out of my bag to check the time.

“Shit!” I yelled.

As i continue putting it on, I notice the marks all over my body.

Her marks.

Black lipstick imprinted all on my thighs, neck, and arms.

She looks at me and sort of giggles.

“Oops?”

I take of my shirt and bra, putting on my top to my gear aswell.

When I finish with that, I grab the mirror from my bag, looking at my messed up lipstick.

“Really, Rhea?”

“You’re just so hot I couldn’t help myself.” She says, shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes.

I hurry up and finish up putting my boots on and then I turn to Rhea again and kiss her.

“I love you. I’ll see you after my match!” I say quickly as I run out of the room as I then go to find Amanda.

I find Amanda and ask her to give me a touch up on my makeup.

She sits me down and begins to touch it up. Wiping the marks on my arms and neck off, but clearly unable to remove the permanent ones that Rhea left.

“I don’t even wanna know.” Amanda says.

I just give her an awkward smile and laugh.

After we finish up, I have about 10 minutes before I go out.

I stand in the back behind the entrance curtain, talking with some other superstars just to pass time by.

Then, it’s time for me to go out.

My entrance music hits and I go out like I normally do.

Rhea and I are currently in a feud with Damage Control, so my opponent for tonight is Iyo Sky.

As I’m doing my entrance, I catch a glance at my legs.

Shit.

I forgot the marks on my legs, and if it didn’t help, I forgot my fishnets that go underneath my gear.

I just continue on with my entrance, making my way to the ring, pretending like nothing is different.

After I finish it, RAW goes on commercial.

Leaving me to stand in the ring for a couple of minutes to prepare.

Of course people in the crowd are going to take pictures, but little did I know that I was in for a rude awakening when I got to the back.

Backstage, Rheas phone was blowing up. Messages from many different people, noticing the black marks left on her “tag partners” legs.

I stand in the ring, awaiting the ad break to go off, but I do notice all the phones in the crowd pointed at me, taking videos and pictures.

See, I wouldn’t think nothing of it unless I didn’t have these marks on my legs.

It’s truly not a bad thing for people to find out we are dating. We have to come out with it soon enough, but i didn’t really take this being the way the fans found out.

The lights come back on and it cuts to Iyo Sky coming out.

After Iyo finishes her entrance, we both stand in our corners and then the bell rings.

Iyo looks at me for a second, not moving, but looking me up and down and then slightly laughing whilst rolling her eyes.

I think I know what she was laughing at.

We put on a hell of a match for the crowd, but, during the match, Iyo puts me in a compromising position…really showing the marks on me as she bends and twists my leg in this hold she has me in.

I’m sure the camera had a direct view of the marks now, but I’m almost 99% positive there hasn’t been a point where there wasn’t already a direct view of the marks.

At the last couple seconds of the match, I hit Iyo with a missile dropkick, the impact knocking her across the ring and me falling ti the floor in exhaustion.

We both get up at the same time, having an intense stare down with one another. She runs the ropes but I end up catching her with a punch of my own.

I decide to do something interesting.

I pick her up, preforming the Riptide on her.

Pinning her, with Rheas famous pin.

1.

2.

3.

The bell rings, and I stand up.

Referee, holding one of my arms up as I lick some of the blood from my lip off with my tongue.

The match goes off air and I make my way to the back, stopping to take pictures with people and signing posters, etc.

And when I reach the back, I’m met with a grinning Rhea Ripley.

“How bad is it…” I ask her.

“Let’s just say we’re trending now, and everyone knows about us.”

She runs her hand down my body until she reaches my thigh, her fingers tracing the red marks from the match and the black lipstick marks she left. She brings her mouth up to my ear, whispering to me and making sure her breath tickles my ear.

“Don’t forget the fishnets next time.”

A/N - HIIII! This is probably my favorite fic I’ve written so far. I hope you guys enjoy it! I had so much fun writing it! All feedback is appreciated lovely’s! 🫶🏻🩷

[agirlnamedbone]

ask game: tagged by @hauntanelle :) (you should look up her cover of 'hurt')

do you make your bed: I actually do! bc I mostly work and write from it nowadays.

what’s your favorite number: I have not a favorite number. To name one would be disingenuous.

current job: ok so like: what anais nin was doing when she wrote delta of venus, except on the internet. if you rly care go read the introductory essay :)

if you could go back to school, would you: i plan on it in the near future actually to finish my B.A. in English w/ a Concentration in Creative Writing

can you parallel park: LITERALLY NO. AND IT'S RUINING MY LIFE. SOMEBODY HELP

a job you had that would surprise people: um I don't think any of them would really. maybe being a cocktail waitress at a strip club. b/c I had to learn to be really mean to men's faces. and they scare me.

do you think aliens are real: somehow someway I can't imagine they aren't

can you drive a manual car: no

guilty pleasure: not guilty about many pleasures anymore tbh...too many years as a hoe

tattoos: one on my right shoulder; a replica of david wojnarowicz's untitled (burning house) from 1982 except the house is black and the flames are red instead of the house being just one color. <3

favorite color: hmm. the color of twilight in northern michigan in the summer i think.

favorite music genre: melancholic or rage-filled non-men mostly i guess

do you like puzzles: not in the material sense. absolutely not actually i always bomb those on aptitude tests or whatever

phobias: fuck idk. i can't look at needles i guess.

favorite childhood sport: committing dodgeball suicide in gym so I could sit in the bleachers and listen to damien rice on my ipod shuffle

do you talk to yourself: only if i'm cussing

favorite movies: too many but let's just say who's afraid of virginia woolf? (1966), sling blade (1996), out of the blue (1980), santa sangre (1989)...

coffee or tea: coffee

first thing you wanted to be when you grew up: either an ice skater or a "singer." tbh it made poetic sense

for those who may remember myspace bulletins, i tag @insleywinsley, @ysatis @notsoterriblymisanthropic

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

secretswiftymarvelfan’s 1k follower celebration challenge!

I somehow have 1k of you lot following me! I still don’t quite believe it, so to celebrate I’m putting together a challenge for you all to celebrate!

Masterlist of submissions can be found here!

Rules and prompts are below the cut!

Rules!

All forms of creation allowed! fics, poems, headcanons, art, edits all welcomed!

You don’t have to be following me to participate but you can it you want!

Any Marvel/Chris Evans character goes!

Limit of 3 people per dialogue prompt (we’ll see how this goes, it may change), other prompts are unlimited! You can use a max of 3 dialogue prompts

Mix and match prompts if you want! You don’t have to pick just one!

If there’s an AU/Trope prompt that’s not listed that you want to do, go ahead! You don’t have to stick to the list!

Reader inserts and OFC are allowed and welcomed!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

Mini series (roughly 5 parts max) are allowed (I will try my hardest to read it all! but I can’t promise anything!)

All ethnicities, interracial, LGBT and polyamorous stories are encouraged!

TAG YOUR STORIES WITH WARNINGS!!!

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality! If this rule is broken I WILL NOT READ/REBLOG!

SMUT, Fluff, Angst etc all allowed.

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

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Deadline:

No strict deadline, suggested deadline of May 31st but you don’t have to stick to it! this isn’t school!

There is no start date! Once your work is ready post it!

If you need an extension then let me know!

How to enter:

Choose your prompt(s) from the list below, send me an ask or message with what one(s) you want (and what characters if you want)

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Please highlight your prompt in someway (either at the beginning or in the text)

Once you’ve posted your creation if I haven’t responded within a week send me a DM to let me know!

Prompts!

Dialogue!

1) “Hey! That’s mine” @before-we-get-started

2) “is there a problem here?”

3) “what on earth happened here?” @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

4) “you’ve caught me at a really bad time”

5) “what have you done now”

6) “How- how did you find me?” @youre-amazing-say-it​

7) “excuse me, sorry that’s my seat”

8) “well... this is new” @bucky-boo-bear​ 

9) “lets hear your side of the story”

10) “i don’t know what happened officer”

11) “I don’t hate you, that would imply i care” 

12) “there’s no point in running” @bucky-boo-bear​

13) “how are you feeling today? a little better, hmm?”

14) “don’t move” @angrythingstarlight

15) “when did you last see him? think! this is important!”

16) “oh man, I’ve had the worst day ever”

17) “this isnt what it looks like, i swear! okay... it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain”

18) “I’ll take that as a compliment” @youre-amazing-say-it​

19)  “woah, back up, you’re losing me”

20) “okay, I think we do need to call an ambulance”

21) “you must have misheard me”

22) “believe me, my dear, no-one regrets this more than I do” 

23) “didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers”

24) “i’m going to give you five seconds to take that back” @before-we-get-started

25) “hey, look at me” @youre-amazing-say-it​

26) “good, I meant it to hurt” @bucky-boo-bear​

27) “actually, I think you’d find that most people have a pretty massive problem with that” @before-we-get-started

28) “you have to tell her, it wouldn’t be right not to”

29) “I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small army”

30) “for what it’s worth, I don’t know much about you either”

Tropes!

1) Bodyswap

2) Fake Dating

3) Dopplegangers / Evil Twin

4) Only One Bed!

5) Enamies to Lovers

6) Friends to Lovers

7) Childhood Sweethearts

8) Mutual Pining

9) Cuddling for warmth

10) Trapped together

11) Amnesia

12) Language difference

13) Mistaken Identity

14) Truth serum

15) One night only

AU!

1) Hallmark Movie AU

2) A/B/O AU

3) Coffee Shop AU

4) Mob AU

5) Sports team AU

6) College AU

7) Rockstar / Band AU

8) Medical AU

9) (Medieval) Royalty AU

10) Pirate AU

11) Pornstar AU 

12) Cop AU

13) Fairytale / Fantasy AU

14) Angel / Demon AU

15) Flower shop AU

[astrxealis]

still in a dilemna over playing p5r off stream hmm

we have a 1 week break so i definitely want to play as much as i can but like. streaming at 1 am? or all the time whenever i want to play? nahh </3 but i rllly rlly wanna play but playing off stream isnt vv nice unless i have someway of recording it too...? i guess? idk man . OSHDISHS WHAT TO DO (more thoughts in tags hhhh)

[waywardimpalawriter]

Pedro Pascal Tag

I was tagged by the wonderful @pascalslittlebrat and @icanbeyourjedi

Favorite Pedro character: This question shouldn’t be so hard to answer seriously but I can’t choose truly. I love each character for different reasons and strengths. Of course Pedro played them all so well. Funny enough it all started with the Mandalorian binge watching the whole show in two days. Getting struck by Pedro’s voice first then getting to see him. I tripped down that rabbit hole and haven’t climbed out of.  

Favorite Pedro movie/tv show: Movie I’m caught between The Great Wall because I adore our grumpy Tovar but then I so love Marcus Moreno in We can be Heroes Pedro shines in another daddy roll. And Triple Frontier and Frankie Morales I find myself in him in someways. That brings me to tv show, again there are so many but The Mandalorian holds a special place in my heart as well as Narcos. Getting to learn about what happened in Colombia peeked my interested in learning more. 

What got you into Pedro and his characters: Hands down it was his voice, I kid you not. I have a thing for voices if my ear likes them I’m a goner the deeper and soothing they are yup I’m sunk. I stayed for his acting the way he speaks with his body, eyes and emotions wows me every time I see something new or rewatching something old. He’s such a talent and the characters he play are so interesting even when it’s Max Phillips and Bloodsucking Bastards. 

Do you write for Pedro characters? If so, what is your favorite fic you have written so far?: I’ve written three so far with more to come and can’t choose between them. There’s Heel’s (Javier Pena xPlus Size F!Reader) Book Boyfriend (Frankie Morales x Plus Size F!Reader) and Dancing away with my heart (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

And what fanfic(s) have you not been able to stop thinking about by another author?:     @autumnleaves1991-blog with the amazing series really all the stories are amazing You’re my best friend (Javier Pena x F!Reader) trust me you won’t be disappointed. @pascalslittlebrat What hurts the most ( Marcus Pike x F!reader) the emotions in this story are breath takenly beautiful as is all her works.  @lucrezia-thoughts. and her amazing series The Lesson (Pero Tovar x F!Reader) The sexiness in this series will blow your mind along with the sweetness. 

And finally, this one is a bit odd, but what do you hope Pedro does in the future (like a role he takes or a project he works on or something that happens to one of his characters)? Hmm I’d like to see him in a Rom-Com for sure maybe he’s a single dad lol or a neighbor I don’t know. But truly he can be in anything and I’d watch it. I just love the way he acts. 

No pressure tags: Anyone who wants to join. 

[shawnpetermuffins]

Hands. | Connor Brashier

A/n: honestly, I don’t know how I got here. I just wanted to know what it was like to hold Connor’s hand and this happened. 

Summary: hands are the window to the soul? Well for Connor and y/n they are.

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of smut, but like not really

Word count: about 1.2k

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Touch. A necessity from the one you love. The thing you want most when craving intimacy. But it doesn't have to be sexual. No, I'm not talking about touching all over someone's body because you want to have sex with them. I'm talking about holding someone when you need it. And brushing your fingers across their cheek when they cry. And holding their hand just because you can.

Hands. It's where we feel almost everything. Some hands become calloused from being used and abused, some remain soft and delicate, as if they've never had to work a day in their life. But none of that matters when you feel the hands of the one you love. 

I still remember the first time Connor and I held hands. We weren't dating yet; we were only fourteen. I noticed him typing away at his laptop, editing some footage he'd gotten earlier in the day. "You have really nice hands," I blurted out. 

He laughed then, but not at me, just how abrupt the statement was. "Thank you?" He says, more like a question rather than a statement.

"No, I'm serious. Like… I don't know. Your fingers are long and it just makes them look nice?" I shrug. "I don't know. I don't know what constitutes nice hands, but I know you have them." 

He looks down at them, squinting and turning his head from side to side. "My fingers are long?"

"Well compared to mine, yeah."

"Let me see," he holds his hand up and I instinctively connect my palm to his, our fingers meeting at every joint. "Hmm…" he says when he notices the difference in size. "I guess my hands are pretty big huh?"

I nod, "just a little."

"Well, you want to know what's nice about yours being significantly smaller?"

"What?"

"They fit perfectly in mine," he answers, lacing our fingers together, causing my face to heat up.

"Yeah, I guess they do, don't they?"

"You know what that means?"

"What does it mean?"

"We're soulmates."

I laugh nervously, "where'd you hear that, Brashier?"

"Nowhere," he confirms. "I just feel it."

I hope you're right, boy, because I feel it too.

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From there he took my hand anytime he wanted. Didn't matter when or where, and it was the start of the ever-so annoying questions that guys and girls get when they're friends at our age. 

What's going on with you two? Are you dating?

And no, we weren't and we wouldn't be for another four years. But that didn't stop him from holding my hand in the halls for the next few years when he walked me to class. Or when we walked from my door to his car for our weekly movie or bowling "date." And it definitely didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around my waist while we waited in line at the concession stand, and when anyone asked us if they could take our picture. It didn't stop him from tracing my face with his fingertips when I was falling asleep in his lap. Or from stroking my hair to keep me asleep. Or rubbing soothing circles over my tummy when I was having horrible cramps. We were together in every sense of the word, except reality. But I wanted to be. So badly I wanted it. Because his hands covering mine, sent butterflies in my stomach, and hearts in my eyes. His touch was one I never got tired of, one I never wanted to stop feeling.

And he made sure of that, especially when I wasn't feeling good. He would be by my side in seconds, clutching my hands in his, kissing my knuckles and murmuring over and over again that he's here and he'll take care of whatever it is I need him to. I knew it was true. I knew he would do whatever it takes to make sure I was happy, because he couldn’t stand to see me crying over someone that wasn’t worth it, or cry over a movie we’ve seen a thousand times. It broke his heart, and to repair it, we held on. We held on like there was nothing else in the world keeping us here, but each other. 

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I know I said touch doesn’t have to be sexual. But it lights something inside you when it is. It feels like your whole being is on fire, electrified by his touch. His rough fingers tracing your skin.

My first time with Connor was everything people said it wouldn’t be. They said it would be awkward and we’d be lost. But it wasn’t and we weren’t. We knew, somehow, someway, exactly where we needed each other, exactly how we needed each other. And it was all because of touch. Because of his hands.

His magical hands that I’ve come to know better than my own. The ones that have traced my skin many times before, but never like this. Now his lips are following the burning trail of his fingertips. Starting at the column of my neck and working down to my collar bone, the center of my chest, my stomach. He’s on his knees now, kissing and tracing everywhere except where I actually need him. But he’s quick with the button of my jeans and suddenly I’m on my back, sprawled out in front of him as he works his magic. His mouth and hands doing unspeakable things to me, making me feel things I never imagined I would feel. 

I’m a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him when he pulls his fingers from me, licking them clean with a soft groan, which only makes me want him more. He knows it too. And he wastes no time to position himself at my entrance. He’s oh-so very careful, asking time and time again if I’m sure, if I’m okay. To which I just nod while a soft yes elicits my lips, begging him to keep going. And he does. Of course he does. He never disappoints.

When I feel myself drifting - away from us, away from him - he brings me back with a quiet grunt in the crook of my neck and I’m here with him again as he say, “Come back to me, baby. I’m here.”

He is. He’s here and he’s perfect. But it’s not enough to hear him say it. We’re connected in every way, except one. “Hands,” I beg him. 

I don’t have to say anything else, he takes mine from around his shoulders and intertwines our fingers. I’m safe. I’m with him. Completely. I am him. And I know this even more when he’s finished and is laying on top of me, still holding my hand, playing with the chipping nail polish on my fingers. 

“You still here?” he asks, his voice muffled against my chest.

“I’m here.”

“You know you have nice hands?”

I smile softly. “They’re significantly smaller than yours though.”

“But they fit perfectly in them.”

I hum, “That mean something, Brashier?”

“Yeah.”

“What?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it again.

“That we’re soulmates.”

***

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[chilly-me-softly]

Last Friday Night • (Part 4)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Tag list: @lfcxlouise @mwdders @walkeers

Their weekend in Leicester had come to an end and the three of them had returned home as planned. With the promise that the thing would remain between them, no one should have known. Or at least, increase the various rumors from the web after that article. Both Ben and Claire agreed the less they were seen together the sooner the situation would fade and they could handle it their own way.

She was a little sorry to leave him because he would have to handle the pressure on his own and, honestly she didn't think he would. But as he had told him, and then even his friend, the journalists hadn't been able to trace her identity so she would have been safe at least for now.

And it had been three days now since she had been back home. And she was probably becoming paranoid because every time someone in her family looked at her, they seemed to be staring at her hand. Even if there was nothing on her finger, even if the ring was still in that drawer in Ben's dresser.

Speaking of which, he had texted her to find out if she had arrived home safely when they left. A gesture that had surprised her, a lot. But then the silence fell on their WhatsApp conversation, and she couldn't say why she felt disappointed by it honestly.

"I'm sorry" Bea's voice echoes in the room while they're watching a movie. Neither of them is very focused on telling the truth, both with too many thoughts on their minds.

"Hmm what?" Claire turns her head towards her, her back against the bed headboard. She and Beatrice have been friends for a long time, thanks also to the good relationship their parents had built up over the years. They had attended the same schools and growing up they were able to manage their different life choices, seeing each other not so many time during a week but when they did it was like coming back to years before.

"If it hadn't been for me, this would never have happened"

"No, don't even joke about it" Claire takes the remote to turn off the television, turning all her attention to her friend. It's obvious by now that neither of them cared that much.

"But it's true" she promptly replies while Claire shakes her head again. In short, if she had to make a list, she wouldn't even be in the top 3 of the reasons why she has a ring on her finger at the moment.

"Bea, no. Stop it. You didn't push me into Ben's arms and you certainly didn't push me into that chapel" her gaze ends at the closed door of her room, someway scared someone could hear them.

"Yes, but how can you be so calm? I would have already freaked out eight times in your place!"

"Believe me, calm is the only word I wouldn't use to describe me right now" she chuckles at her friend's gesture.

"And I feel guilty too. Because you were drunk and I left you for-"

"For a quickie in the club's bathroom. Hope you had fun at least" she ends the sentence for her friend, a cheeky smile on her face while Bea's cheeks turn red.

"Shut up"

Online seems to be the news of the moment. Ben had never realized to be so popular people knew who he was, so much to look for every single detail of his life. The resonance of the news was unbelievable.

James had advised him not to go looking for anything, the gossip newspapers always ready to pump news to make money. It was like after a loss, people behind a keyboard always ready to share their opinions although they clearly didn't feel the situation first hand.

And he had tried, to pretend that that situation had never existed. He had hushed up his teammates playing down the situation, it was just a girl I met the other night. No rings, no marriage. He doesn't know if he had been good or if they had believed him, but the bathroom of the facility had been his hiding place for a good half an hour after that.

And now his leg doesn't stop bouncing up and down while he's sitting on one of those very uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hallway. When they told him someone wanted to see him, he had the feeling of knowing the reason why. The feeling was confirmed by the fact that he was told to go as soon as possible and without changing. So he had only switched his shoes before giving James a worried look and heading upstairs, where he had happily had the pleasure of going only a few times. He feels like he was at school when he was sent by the principal and this always pretended to have something to do to increase his anxiety.

From time to time some people pass in front of him without giving him a single glance, making him feel less alone but also unpleasant, and he brings his thumb to his mouth for the umpteenth time continuing to interfere on the nail with his teeth.

It seems an eternity has passed when finally that door opens and his name is called out loud, while with his trembling legs he walks inside the room to face his fate.

 Chapter 5 

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Do Right By Her

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Hayley Marshall

Word Count: 1,081

Warnings: Reliving the feels from Hayley’s death.

Author’s Note: So since I’m moving fics over from ffnet, I can’t leave out the fics that I wrote cause I was hurting from what happened during the show. I’ve never really wrote fix it fics, but I’ve managed to write fics that make it a little bit easier to handle. So that is what this one was about. There is a part 2 that will be posted tomorrow. 

Klaus stood in the bayou watching as the Crescents made their preparations for Hayley’s funeral. In that moment he felt lost. Out of place in the one part of Hayley’s world that he never cared to get to really know. This was and always would now be a piece of Hope. Whatever memories she may have with Hayley here while he had been off around the world, being afraid, he’d never get to know those memories. Unless Hope decided to share those memories with him if they could ever be in the same place ever again.

His eyes wandered around the area. He had been taking it in. Every scent, every sight his eyes could take, he embedded them in his memory. He knew this was probably the last time he would ever be in this place. The very place where Hayley had begun to really learn about herself. It was a strange feeling to know that he’d never see her standing in this area again. That was when he noticed a male beginning to remove the bark off a tree in a particular spot beneath two other carvings. Slowly walking over, he noticed the names carved into it. It was a reminder of those they had lost and he new that the male before him would be carving a spot for Hayley. He stood there for a moment debating on if he should just stand there and watch or ask if he could personally continue the task.

“May I?” His voice was soft. Not one that he even recognized in that moment. “I’d like to be the one to carve her name.”

The male stopped and looked over at Klaus. Both of them were mourning. The male mourning the loss of his Alpha, and Klaus was mourning the loss of a friend, a partner that he wrongfully abandoned. The male simply nodded and handed Klaus the knife he had been using to clear the bark. Without saying anything, he left Klaus alone to continue the task.

He took his time with it. May it have been the artist inside him or the simple fact that this was not something that needed to be rushed, he never moved the blade of the knife if it wasn’t calculated in some way. Even when it came to the letters of her name, it was done slowly, a piece at a time as he cut into the wood of the tree. It was as if he was creating a masterpiece that would live on forever. And it really would.

As he finished the final letter, he ran his hand over it, before looking down at the ground. The slight breeze that passed through the bayou made Klaus feel as if she was there standing with him. He sighed softly before bringing his eyes back up to the carving.

What Klaus couldn’t see was Hayley leaning against the very tree he had been carving into. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she watched him. While she had stood by her decision, she knew it definitely wasn’t going to be easy for any of her loved ones.

“I should have been there for you.” He started to say. “And for Hope. But, I was scared…of this very moment.” Hayley watched as he looked up at nothing in particular. “This family. Hmm.”

Hayley chuckled as she leaned her head against the tree. “The family I never knew I needed.” She said softly even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

“We are cursed to each other and to our home. And I know…” He looked away from the tree before looking back at it. “She needs me. I see that now. But loving her brings her closer to death.”

The small smile that had been on Hayley’s face fell. “I know that you wouldn’t do anything to let that happen to her.” They both knew that it would never happen. They both had proven time and time again that their daughter’s safety was and would always be their number one priority.

“And I want her to live.” Klaus said. The words alone had brought the small smile back to Hayley’s lips. She could see the tears forming in his eyes, just as they had been growing in hers. “I want her to grow up. I want her to love. And be as strong and beautiful a woman as her mother.”

Hayley’s head tilted back as she looked up at the sky as she tried fighting back the tears. That’s all she had ever wanted for Hope. To grow up, be loved by her family as well as whoever it may be that Hope brought into her life to love. At this very moment, it was hard for Hope to be loved by family when they couldn’t even be near each other. Her father couldn’t be near her without bringing them one step closer to the prophecy that would be her death.

“I don’t know what to do.” Klaus said as his fingers ran over her carved name in the wood. “And I really wish you were here to tell me, Little Wolf.” The tears that had been building up in his eyes had finally gave way. The nick name brought Hayley’s attention back to him, she caught the slightest smile forming on his face before it was gone.

“I’d tell you to be there as much as you can for her, given the circumstances.” She said with a nod as she wiped the tears that were falling down her cheeks. “She’s going to need you for the rest of her life, Klaus. You gotta let her know that in someway you’ll always be there for her.” She watched as Klaus took one last look at the carving before turning and walking away. Moving away from the tree, she began following him. “I know you can’t hear me, but I know you’ll do the right thing by her. You’ll know exactly what to do even though you don’t know it now. I know you’ll keep her safe.”

Klaus stopped mid step. There was a feeling that passed over him in that moment. He couldn’t even begin to find the words that explained that feeling. For a moment he hoped that what he had felt was a sign, as crazy as it seemed. He turned to look back towards the carving once more. He took a deep breath and let it go before continuing to walk away.

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[tacitusauxilium]

1. When are you usually online?  Currently, it is 8:30pm. I am usually on at nights whenever my little one is asleep. And mostly it’s hit or miss most nights--I’d like to get on after work, but eh? I try to get on sometime between 8:30-9pm most nights.

2. What verses are you involved in outside of this page? Besides this blog, I have a multimuse ( @tantalizingmuses​ ) that I am almost never on but REALLY need to get back on there.

3. What is your biggest RP pet peeve? Not being able to advance the plot in someway. It kills the thread and is harder to respond to.

4. Are you drawn to specific types of muses? Gosh. I really like ones who are relate-able and perhaps able to go into detail more. Kind of like the muses that aren’t in the limelight either because then I can go to town and let them shine!

5. Are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice? Hmm. I feel like my writing loops around? Or I only go into detail whenever I am invested in a RP? Sometimes I just let my fingers go to town and let my mind wander.

6. What are your favorite RP trends? What if scenarios! GOD I am a sucker for those and helps me flesh out Fuuka more. And arcana-swap threads too--those are fun to try out sometime in the future if I can get myself motivated to do it.

7. What is your process for starting a new story with someone? I usually talk to them on here or on Discord and discuss if it’s appropriate for Tumblr. Some have not been. But we always try to bounce ideas back and forth to each other and boom! something works out.

8. How do you feel about duplicates? I MISS seeing duplicates! I enjoy seeing them on my dash because then I can see how they RP their muse compared to mine. It is exciting!

9. How long have you been involved in roleplaying? Since...2012. So 10 years for sure. Started in college while I THINK I was looking for Persona 3 stuff and saw an Akihiko and Junpei RP and that was that.

10. Is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t? From Persona in general, I’d LOVE to RP Dojima--just cause I can totally relate to him (being a parent and all). A verse I’d love to write would be Fuuka and Rise swapping places--just to have Fuuka interacting with the P4 gang and changing the circumstances sounds so much fun, tbh!

Tagged by: no one--just saw this and wanted to do this!​

Tagging: if your muse(s) has long hair, you have to do it! :D lol

[puppy-phum]

Thank you for @notamonstur for tagging me ^^ (I listened to your songs, I liked them and I approve with you haha, those really suit Namjoon.) 

You left me with a hard task bc I’ve never thought about the boys when it comes to the music I listen to. Usually, some songs stick to the ships I love and I first thought about doing this for Vmon but decided against it. So this is the top 10 playlist tag, with a twist aka all these songs are dedicated to Namjoon (in my head and heart at least, so forgive the randomness).

one • these roots by grey

I think this song comes down to Namjoon’s love for his members and how the other boys act like his starting point in life (his “roots”). How they all go through the hardships together and still reach for the dreams they have. How they act like a family which is super beautiful and will continue being tight even when they’re not BTS anymore. 

two • glass heart by sam tinnesz 

This... I feel like it has everything to do with the struggles Namjoon has and what he sees the other members struggling with. How he has said that it’s hard to love himself and how his songs sometimes say that he wishes to die, how he possibly feels a bit powerless when he sees the others suffer. I think he, too, like all of us knows how easy it is to slip and to shatter. 

three • play me like a violin by stephen

The lyrics are a bit misleading in this, I think. Those are not the reason I chose this song. Somehow the whole feeling of this song screams Namjoon to me (and Taehyung but I promised not to make this about VMon), this whole relaxed flow. I can just imagine him cycling somewhere, looking at the nature around him and feeling happy. 

four • hymn for the missing by red

All of Red’s songs make me super sad, always. This one is one of those that has given me comfort over the years (I don’t know why bc this talks about such sad break up). Maybe this is what I’d like to say to Namjoon. I always feel protective over him and would really like to have a long conversation about life with him. Maybe this is me wishing that he’s not afraid or alone. 

five • oceans by jacob lee

This song is super sad, too. For me this gives hope, though. Namjoon does that same, with all of his words, with being so accepting and embracing the bad and good parts of life. This also reminds me about Namjoon saying that even if it’s hard, we can learn to love ourselves and it makes me somehow really happy.  

six • body by syml

So many of these songs are somehow related to Namjoon and his love yourself -struggles, I see. I just really admire that about him, that he talks about it and is so openly willing to accept that he can’t be perfect. I’m really proud of him, truly. I think this song also reflects on the growth he (and the others) has gone through during all these years. 

seven • dimple by bts

Ok this might seem silly but I just can’t complete this list without adding dimple. This song is about Namjoon 100% and you all can fight me on this (ok jk I just really love his dimples and I think it’s super sweet that they have this song)

eight • not alone by otto knows

Hmm. I think this song fits to Namjoon bc he’s, on someway, a free spirit. Bc he’s able to accept the good and the bad and knows how to work towards his goals, he can trust that whatever happens and wherever he goes, he’ll end up somewhere he wants to be. And I think I can also see him walking around, just because. Literally and figuratively. (and he’s not alone doing any of this) 

nine • invincible by breakaway

I feel like this describes how Namjoon (and the others too bc BTS has faced so much hate) faught against the haters and people telling him how he couldn’t make it. How he was told that he became a soldout when he became an idol. How some people still say that they don’t deserve what they have and they just sing for the haters bc there’s nothing anyone can do to break them down.

ten • i wait by day6

I adore this song and it gets me on good mood (even when it talks about something so sad and dark). I feel like the vibe fits Namjoon; he gets others on good mood and he knows how to say things and knows how to have fun and smiles and laughs but... He always has that dark side. He’s always caught up in his thoughts about life and is a bit serious. And I think it’s beautiful. 

So here it is ^^ This proved to be more difficult than I thought :’D But it was fun. Sorry I rambled a lot. 

I’ll tag a few people and you all can decide if you want to make the original version aka just pick your 10 favorite songs atm or make it a bit more exciting with some kinda twist. 

I’ll tag: @beeyeah @tatakoyaki-vmon @i-am-just-a-kiddo @lesbotanist @minbuwuty

[homesteadchronicles]

Meet the Kingdom Come Cast: Oeden Halflife

Tell us a little bit about yourself!

“Pleasure to meet you. You can call me Oeden. Strange name, I’m aware. My mother named me after an old hymn - ‘O’ Eden’. You know, the one about the Fall? Such a pleasant song for a namesake. Then again, I suppose that’s appropriate. Just as the song does, so too do I worship the Sealed God. By that, I mean I have the highest honor of ringing the world’s loudest bells every morning at dawn and again every night at dusk. As you can imagine, it’s the most beloved of occupations in Almsgard. Most loathe me simply because the bells scream at them to get out of bed and then to stop drinking so they can go back to bed. I imagine it’s much like most men’s wives - or so I’ve been told. At least they listen. People have to listen to the bells, unlike their wives, unlike me. Ringing these bells is the only way for the world to hear someone like me.”

How would you describe your family dynamic?

“I don’t suppose ‘complicated’ counts? No? Then let me attempt to explain. My mother serves the royalty of Aeonor. A prestigious position? Not quite. The royals call her their seneschal, a glorified house maid. The servants call her...well, best not repeat it here. My mother loves me, really. I know she does. It’s just that mothers, through instinct, cling to their children with such ferocity that it can suffocate them. I know why. I know she fears for my safety, after all that she has endured here. She would risk her life to protect me, and I would gladly do the same - even if it means ensuring one another’s safety through...undesirable means. 

Hmm? My father? That’s...being raised by the knight commander of the Crusaders comes with its perks, no doubt. Despite my mother’s warnings, I’ve never felt unsafe in Almsgard. I have a shield against my enemies, even if invisible. A good man, Lord Elyk. Maybe the best man my mother could have ever asked for. He cares for us, forgives us, fights for us. Even still, I...I’ve said enough. It would be selfish to wish for more.”

Where did you grow up?

“In Almsgard, mostly. Not the castle, mind you. Never had enough money for that. No, we stayed in the sweet-smelling slums of the capital. The only neighbors I knew of were the neighborhood stray who may or may not have had rabies and the poor priest in charge of the kingdom’s ‘coziest’ church. We only moved into the castle once Papa got promoted to Knight Commander. We went from a hovel of a home to a veritable maze of a fortress. I still cannot map the place out entirely. Believe it or not, I miss my old family home. Things seemed...simpler then. There’s a comfort I miss having in my own house. Not to mention much-appreciated privacy. The castle is...unfamiliar, unwelcoming, with a cold that sears the heart - and it doesn’t come from the winter winds.”

What do most people say or think about you?

“Crazy. Cursed. Sick. Take your pick - it makes no difference to me. They can say what they want about me. I know what I need to do, and if they don’t like it...well, at least I have Royan to protect me. At least he doesn’t see me like everyone else does. At least he sees me at all.”

Do you have any significant aspirations?

“You know, I found myself almost saying ‘to save the world’. Royan must be rubbing off on me more than I thought. I do not need heroism, nor the spotlight. To Lord Elyk’s chagrin, knighthood never came naturally to me. I never need to wield a sword, wear a crown, or rule a kingdom. No one need ever know my name. But I need the world to know the truth. These visions, the dreamsight ...someone needs to stop what I am seeing! But I await an answer in silence. If no one else will speak up, so be it. I will be my own answer. I will save the world from itself.”

Name one event that changed your life forever.

“Contrary to Mama’s hopes, I have traveled outside of Almsgard. I traveled with the knights when they left on their expeditions, back when I served as Royan’s squire instead of as the bellringer. Most of the time, little of interest happened. Struck a business deal here, saved an innocent old lady there. I only cared about the sightseeing. One night, that changed. One night, negotiations soured. One night, I...I lost myself. Only for a moment, mind you, but a moment too long all the same. I cannot go back to the boy I was before that night. I remember him. I mourn him. But I can never again be him. And all I can do now is atone for the man who murdered the boy he was before its time.” 

State one interesting or unexpected fact about yourself!

“You must have noticed my skin by now. You can come closer. It’s not contagious, no matter what the maids might say. The medics call it ‘vitiligo’, claim it sucks the color from my skin. That’s why they call me ‘Oeden Halflife’ - they think the Sealed God is draining the life from me. I am half man, half monster; half Northern, half Southern; half sinner, half saint. People will believe anything, won’t they? Anything negative, anyways. Shame. I would’ve loved my mother’s complexion. Southern tans suit us. Then again, not even new skin could keep their lips closed.”

Why do you want to open the Seven-Sealed Vault?

“Night after night, the vault opens in my visions. As the door opens, the world ends. Many times, I have found a loophole in the prophesies. Somehow, someway, something can stop them from their fulfillment. But this? I’ve never once seen a way to stop what’s coming. Nothing in me wants that vault opened, but everything inside is screaming that it will be. My mission is not to stop the vault - it’s to save as many people as I can before it opens.”

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[taurus-annie-main]

Four Leaf Clover

Summary : Following your mother’s mischievous deeds, she is cursed to have her first born child bear the Lover’s Bad Luck Curse. That first born child happens to be you. After a slew of unfortunate happenings with boyfriends, you’re determined to find a cure and by chance, your mission brings you the library where you meet an annoying librarian who says he has good luck.

You were cursed, yes cursed. Well, to be completely honest your mother was cursed, but at the end of the day it affected you.

Before stashing her cauldron away for the frying pans, your mother was notable witch and on one fateful day she happened to cross the wrong witch. As a result her first born was cursed with Lover’s Bad Luck. Yes, you.

And what is Lover’s Bad Luck one may wonder?

In simple terms, all the men you dared to love get bad luck. Your first boyfriend, that poor soul, lost his expensive new phone to a good friend’s aquarium. Now, you hadn’t known of your curse then, but upon hearing of your boyfriend’s tale of bad luck, your mother finally decided to divulge in you the tale of the ‘curse’.  Stubborn as you were, you brushed off your mother’s words as a joke but in the next day you’d met your boyfriend, he somehow managed to lose his diamond Pokemon cards in a chance incident. You decided to actually heed your mother’s words.

Like all people you weren’t perfect and so, in college you tried again in the hopes that maybe the curse had forgotten. In a week of being with your college beau, he’d lost the winning lottery ticket to a prize of £2.3 million and broke his ankle whilst trying to dig through the trash for the missing ticket.  You quickly ended that relationship.

So now you lived a life of shunning away whatever male showed interest in you. At first it was hard because like most, you desire to be loved but you couldn’t risk whatever consequence the poor guy could encounter. There was enough blood on your hands.

You usually didn’t wander far from your home, the curse had made you somewhat of a disgruntled recluse, but the library had sent you a warning letter about the overdue books you had. And so, on a particularly grey day you made your way into the city library. You hadn’t been in there since your college days of essays and assignments, it was a better time.

The library wasn’t busy at this time of day, thankfully. Holding the two books you borrowed, you go straight to the desk, which of course is empty. You wait for a minute, hoping that the librarian would make their way out but realising you look quite like the idiot, you finally decided to ring the bell.

“One sec,” you heard a voice say.

Sticking to their word, the staff door swung open and a man walked out - you noted that he look too chirpy for such a dreary day - to be honest, everything about him seemed too chirpy, the blinding smile, obnoxious sweater and twinkling eyes. And then you realised it, he was kind of cute. Shit.

“How can I help you today?” he asked.

You looked down at his name tag, Baekhyun.

“Uh … I’m just here to return these books,” you cleared your throat and made a considerable effort not to look into his eyes.

“Alright, I’ll just scan them out for you,” he said, taking the books you’d laid out on the counter. He looked down at the cover and raised his eyebrows. “You’re into the occult?”

You shook your head. “No, not really.”

You were not about to confess that you spent half of your time reading occult books in the hopes of finding someway to reverse the curse. Although, your mother said she’d tried everything known to man and witch-kind, you weren’t about to give up no matter how much you felt like you should. You were young, the perfect age for a flowery romance and God forbid if you didn’t get one.

“Hmm, are you sure?” he asked, sneaking you a playful glance as he scanned the first book. “Actually, I think it’s kinda cool.”

You hummed in response, a subtle cue for him to drop it and just scan the book. However, this Baekhyun character seemed not catch your drift and carried on.

“My aunt used to be really into it. She used to make me and my sister wear good luck charms wherever we went,” he said. “I have no idea if it works though.”

“Cool,” you muttered, as your fingers tapped against the marbled surface.

“But I still wear it, it makes great - oh, these are overdue,” he said, squinting his eyes as he moved closer to the screen.

You dug your credit card out of your pants. “Sorry, I forgot to mention it. I’ll pay now.”

He pulled out a card terminal, and you quickly typed in your details. You needed to get out of this conversation, quick. His smile was too damn bright and face too cute when he smiled. You couldn’t risk him also dealing with your bad luck baggage.

The moment he’d said it was all done, you flashed him a toothless smile and bee-lined it straight out of the library.

You hadn’t wanted to, but the next week you found yourself walking up the grand steps leading up the library’s entrance. A new book had come in and it specialized in medieval remedies for curses. A glimmer of hope and yet it wasn’t the only thing the drew you to the building.

It was safe to say that you’d developed the small and annoying ‘itch’  to see the chirpy librarian. You weren’t going to talk to him, instead you’d just sneak the odd glance that you hoped would satisfy that ‘need’.

Having not seen the chirpy librarian at the counter, you decided to head over the history aisle. Those types of books were usually stored there. Turning the corner into the history aisle, you noticed that same head of dark hair and cherub features. You stood frozen for a moment until that is Baekhyun stopped filing the books and turned towards you, an airy smile blossoming on his face as he recognized you.

You offered him a small smile and made your way down the aisle. Your heart was hammering hard in your chest and tried to fight the heat tinging the tips of your ear. It was like meeting that boy you had a crush on in high school.  

“Lemme guess, you’re here for a book on the occult?” he said with a smirk dancing on his dainty features.  

You nodded. “You’re right.”

“So much for not being into the occult,” he said.“I think I know what book you’re looking for.”

You watched as he pulled a leather bound book, it looked as though it’d be through many hands. 'Foster’s book on curses.’ the title read.

“You’re right again,” you said.

He handed you the book. “I saw it come in and thought you might like it.”

At his words, what can only be described as butterflies flowered in you stomach. You tried your hardest to mentally stomp them out, so what if he’d thinking of you, the curse was still alive and well.

“Thanks,” you said, unable to fight the smile on your face. It was probably the most of you smiled in a good while.

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Unusual Upbringing (Part 12)

Prompt: Imaging growing up with the Maximoffs and falling for Pietro

Word Count: 2310

Warning: language, poverty/despair/wartorn country, pain and violence, death, all aboard the angst train

Note: The events in this fic will take place before, during, and after Age of Ultron…Beta’d by literally the best person in the world @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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Steve informed everyone what their job was. Stark was to find Ultron and figure out what he was doing. Vision knew that he was going to Sokovia but no one was sure why. Everyone else needed to evacuate the city.

The ride over for you was tense. It scary. You weren’t sure what you were walking into. What you, Pietro, and Wanda were walking into. Any of you could be hurt...or worse. You were terrified, but you needed to do this, you had to do this.

Wanda used her powers to convince people inside to get out of their building. Pietro went into the police station to tell them to evacuate, the first time they didn’t listen so well, but when he ran back in and shot a few shots in the air, they started to listen. He was rather proud of himself, boasting about it when he met back up with you. You were unimpressed, or at least you led him to believe that. You loved his snark and wit, but right now, you had to focus. You teleported around the key points of the town, trying to get everyone away from the city.

Moments later, you heard and saw bots crawling and flying and walking everywhere. They were attacking the city as it started to fly.

“Oh, great,” you moaned.

“Time to see how fast these things are,” Pietro said. He ran through several bots hitting them. You nodded to Wanda. She began to fight them off, protecting people as you teleported around, setting fire to bots on your right and icing the ones on your left.

A few minutes into the fight, Steve came over the communication system. “Incoming already came in. Stark, you worry about bringing the city back down safely. The rest of us have one job: tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed, walk it off.”

You nodded your head to the side. “Easy enough.”

You appeared all over the city, fighting off whatever you could. “Anyone need help?” you offered as you vanished everywhere.

“Y/N, south side of the city, near a fountain,” Steve said into the comms.

“On it.” You appeared there and saw him and Thor trying to fight off a large horde. You stood and concentrated, letting the energy build in your hands before thrusting out fire from your right hand and shooting ice over the bots. You were tired, every muscle hurt, but you couldn’t give up. Your city, the world, they needed you. They needed all of you. Your new team, they needed you too. There would be no future with Pietro if you slowed down. There would be no future for anyone. You had to keep going.

“Good job, kid,” Steve congratulated over the comms as he kept moving.

You nodded and smiled at him, trying not to worry about Pietro and Wanda, but it was hard.

“All clear here,” Barton announced. You knew Wanda was with him.

“We are not clear here, we are very not clear,” Steve informed.

“Alright, coming to you.”

You knew Pietro would grab Wanda and bring them to you. They finally joined you and you were able to keep up with the bots a little bit better. The local forces were firing away until Wanda and Pietro showed up and they ordered to “Hold your fire!” However, Piet was a little too fast, and a bullet grazed him.

“Pietro, you okay?” you asked as you teleported next to him to examine arm.

“I’m fine, my dove. I’m fine,” he promised as he grinned at you. “You know, you don’t have to worry over me all the time.”

“If I don’t who will?” you said with a grin.

Both of you still got back to fighting. Finally, the wave of bots slowed and you took a breath.

“Are you alright, princess?” Pietro asked as you leaned over.

You nodded. “Yeah, just a lot of work killing robots,” you joked. “You? Are you okay?”

“Little winded but when has that ever stopped me from going another round?” he asked with a coy smile. You laughed and grinned at him while you listened to the team.

“The next wave's gonna hit any minute. What have you got, Stark?” Steve asked.

“Well, nothing great. Maybe a way to blow up the city. That'll keep it from impacting the surface if you guys can get clear.”

“I asked for a solution, not an escape plan.”

Stark informed, Impact radius is getting bigger every second. We're going to have to make a choice.”

You and Pietro looked at each other and took each other’s hands. You knew this was a desperate decision. You knew the Avengers would get the civilians off someway, and whoever was left...well...being a hero was never easy.

Suddenly a man’s voice came over the communication system that you’d never heard.

“Glad you like the view, Romanoff. It's about to get better.”

A giant boat-plane showed up and you felt some wave of relief.

“Nice, right? I pulled her out of mothballs with a couple of old friends. She's dusty, but she'll do.”

“Fury, you son of a bitch,” Steve said as he looked ahead with a grin.

“Oooh! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he teased, making you smirk. You could see how this team was good, despite what you had thought all your life.  

“This is SHIELD?” Pietro asked beside you as he kept your hand in his.

“This is what SHIELD is supposed to be,” Steve informed proudly.

You and Pietro glanced at each other before grinning.

“This is not so bad,” he stated.

“I could get used to a rescue mission,” you agreed.

“Okay everyone, let’s load these up.”

The others either guided civilians or went to get them while you popped around the city, making sure everyone was out of hiding spots. You made sure to escort or show people where they needed to go, trying to teleport deep within buildings and tried to listen for cries of help or anyone else.

“Avengers, time to work for a living. Meet at the church,” Stark ordered.

You teleported there, joining Thor, Vision, Stark, and Pietro and Wanda running and flying right behind you. Eventually, everyone made it to the church, surrounding the core.

“Here’s the drill. If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose,” Stark informed, pointing to the core.

“Is that the best you can do?” Thor challenged.

Ultron summoned his army of angry bots and Steve turned to Thor and said, “You had to ask.”

You wanted to laugh at them, at their banter, at the friendship, but when you were facing imminent death, it was hard.

“This is the best I can do. This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?” Ultron asked.

Stark answered him, “Well, like the old man said. Together.”

At Ultron’s command, the bots began to attack you all to try and get to the core. You wanted to teleport to get more bots but you were afraid to lose your post at the core, giving a robot an in, so you stayed put, focusing your efforts on burning or freezing the bots.

Vision, Stark, and Thor had Ultron on his knees outside, giving them everything they had when you decided to join them. You pushed forth your power hard and heavy, giving it everything you had. You hadn’t pushed your powers this hard yet, and it was draining you.

Finally, a mangled Ultron stood. “You know, with the benefit of hindsight--” But Hulk ran up and punched him away. You grinned up at him, nodding to him your approval.

“Fine work out there,” Thor said as he clapped his enormous hand on your shoulder, making you gasp from pain.

“Thanks,” you said with a smile as you went back inside the church.

“They’re trying to leave the city,” Thor informed.

“We can’t let them. Not one. Rhodey,” Stark said, ordering his other friend to take them out. Meanwhile, Vision joined him, attacking the flying robots.

“We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats, I'll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you,” Steve said.

“What about the core?” Barton asked as he started to step away.

“We’ll protect it,” you informed, sure of yourself.

“It's our job,” Wanda assured.

“Get the people on the boats,” Wanda ordered Pietro.

“I'm not going to leave you two here,” he said, his worried eyes dancing between you. You knew how he felt. You didn’t want him to go either. When the stakes were so close. Stark and Thor might be left with no choice but to hit that core, killing you both if he didn’t get back to you fast enough.

“We can handle this,” she promised as a bot approached and you two hit it with your powers, vaporizing it. “Come back for us when everyone else is off, not before,” she ordered.

Pietro shook his head slightly as he started to walk away. “Hmm,” he noted.

“You understand?” Wanda asked.

“You know, I'm twelve minutes older than you,” Pietro reminded as he always did when he wanted his way.  

She chuckled before saying, “Go.”

Pietro walked over to you. “I will be back for you, my flower. I promise. Okay? I love you. Keep this core protected and we can leave sooner. Alright?”

“Alright,” you said, nodding, a pit of fear and dread pooling in your stomach. He was about to leave. Anything could happen to you or Wanda or him. You didn’t want to be away from him.

“I have to go. I have to get the people,” he said before kissing you sweetly, you treasured the taste and feeling, locking it in your mind so you could get through this fight. “I love you. I will see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah. See you soon. I love you.”

He gave you his star studded smile and dashed off. You and Wanda were still fighting off straggling robots that were coming in while the Avengers discussed their plan over the comms.

“So when is the date?” Wanda asked as she blasted a robot.

“For what?” you wondered.

“The wedding. I’m going to be your maid of honor, I’m going to tell you that right now.”

You laughed. “If we make it through. I want something summery.”

“That will be pretty,” she said as she grinned while you threw fire at a bot.

“I hope so. Can you imagine Pietro in a suit?” you asked with a laugh, trying to envision your wedding day.

She nodded and smirked right before her face turned to horror and she cried out.

“Wanda?! Wanda, what is--”

In an instant, you knew. You’d lived with them for twelve years now. You knew both of them like the back of your hand. Only one thing would make Wanda react that way.

In the blink of an eye, again, your everything was taken away from you. Your entire world -- gone.

“No...No...No…” you said, almost as a curse.

Wanda was still falling to her knees, crying, as you teleported away to find him.

“Piet?” you said gently as you approached his form lying on the ground. Getting closer you saw all the blood, the bullet holes. “No!” you screamed as you fell beside him. Some say one can literally feel their heartbreak when they lose someone. That must’ve been what happened in your chest just then because you couldn’t breathe or think. All you could do...was feel pain. Ocean waves of pain.

You looked to see what happened. You looked up and saw Barton and a boy. Barton had been hit, but not fatally. You realized what Pietro must’ve done and you started to weep. You couldn’t help it. You knew you needed to be helping the Avengers...but how could you? How could you fight for the world when yours was just taken away?

“Pietro, no,” you sobbed as you held him. His eyes were no longer full of light and mischief as you stared into them. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. Not again. You couldn’t lose him. This had to be a nightmare. “Come back to me. I’m your river, remember?” you cried. “You’re the ocean. I will always come to you. Always,” you vowed as you cried harder and held him in your arms.

“Y/N,” Barton said softly as he came over and crouched next to you. “I’m so sorry, kid. We have to get you two to a boat though.”

“No,” you said, feeling your heart turn from heartache to rage. “Get Pietro on a boat. I’m coming for Ultron.”

You placed a kiss to Pietro’s lips and stood. Barton stared after you, unsure of what you were going to do. You teleported away to the core, Wanda was gone, she must’ve gone to look for Ultron just as you had. Ultron wasn’t the only one here though. His minions were still here.

You opened fire on every bot nearby, unleashing a power even you had yet to witness. A fire and ice storm brewed out of you as you slaughtered any bot nearby. You let the rage and bitterness from your broken heart fuel and steer your power.

You must’ve missed one in the rampage though, because a bot was able to get up to the key and turn it, causing the city to drop. You lost your footing and started to float as the city began going full force towards the globe.

You let it take you though. You were ready to go. Pietro was gone. You had nothing left to live for now. Now...you just wanted to be with Pietro.

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tagged by: @capable​ danke schön ! rules: tag 20 (i dont have 20 followers . and i also do what i want) followers you want to get to know better! 

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Post 10 facts about yourself and pass it on to 10 faves 💖✨

Hmm...I’m really not that interesting. 

For 10 years I worked as a preschool teacher (mainly 2 year olds) and I LOVED every minute of it! Even though I left childcare to be a stay-at-home-mom, I miss being in a classroom very much. 

I am a mommy to 3 beautiful and crazy kids, who are 7, 4, and 2. All of my children are special needs in someway, and they needed me at home, more than I needed to work.

I was born with lots of birthmarks that have caused me a lot of grief thought my life. I was teased as a child and even caused me trouble in jobs later on when I was a teenager. I have one that takes up much of my right forearm, it looks like a map of the United States, lol. I also had one that was on my forehead and down my nose, that luckily started to fade as I got older.  

I have a deep love for music of (mostly) all kinds. (I don’t care too much for country music, but there are a few songs that I like.) While in school I sang in choir, I competed in competitions, and was chosen for many special honor choirs. I was also in band. I can play the clarinet, alto saxophone, flute, oboe, and random percussion instruments. I can play the piano only well enough to help me with sight reading music...which of course means that I can read music. 

I can’t write or draw very well, but I am pretty decent when it comes to painting...and I guess what I call crafting. I love to do both. I can create almost anything out of construction paper. 

Even though I was a teacher, I had a very difficult time talking to parents due to anxiety. I often relied heavily on my co-teacher to talk to the parents, so that I didn’t have to. The last 2 years that I had worked I had an AMAZING co-teacher who completely understood and was a GREAT help. I also suffer from ADD, SPD, GAD, and OCD. All those things together make talking to people and making friends very difficult for me. 

I just recently got back into cosplay, and have been going to conventions for a little over a year now. I am very excited for a few conventions that I will be attending here in a few months. My husband and I, with a group of friends/family will be doing an Assassination Classroom group cosplay. I will also (hopefully) be doing my first genderbend cosplay, I am super excited. 

I have one younger sibling, a sister. She is 3 1/2 years younger than me. But when we go anywhere everyone always thinks that she is the older of the 2 of us. She is taller than me, I am 5′4″ and she is 5′7″.

I have 2 wonderful pets, a cat, her name is Addison and I have a sand boa, his name is Aki (Akihito.)

I didn’t really discover or truly get into Anime/Manga until I was in my late teens. I watched a bit of Pokemon and Sailor Moon when I was younger. But I was mostly into superheros and comic books. The first real anime I threw myself into was InuYasha.

So, there’s 10 things. Thank you Misa-chan for sending me this. And I also wanted to add a thanks on here to @diabolik-mei, who also tagged me to do this.