#i'm really anxious about throwing myself into this one and am worried it's coming off totally wrong

[howdoyousleep3]

Yes, stern talking to nonnie. I rewrote this whole thing.

I’m okay, it’s just that I did something pretty stupid during the holidays.

A distant cousin brought her boyfriend to the family reunion. Her tall, cute, funny boyfriend. This description is an omen. I found him pretty unremarkable at first, but we got to talking and even ended up hiking pretty much just us, and I developed a little crush (as in I thought we had chemistry.) It was fine, no big deal really, until they fought on Christmas Eve and she did some relationship-ending shit, and he got reassigned to sleep in the same cabin as me.

He said he wasn’t gonna be able to sleep, rehashing the breakup, and it was very late, and I wanted to go hiking super early, so we stayed up talking. I’m just gonna say it here: we did not have sex. We didn’t even kiss. We definitely crossed a line. I touch people a lot when I talk, and, when I thought I was touching him too much, I made a point not to. Then I noticed he was touching me a lot, lingering. We wound up cuddling on the couch.

So, the stern talking to part is, well, pretty clear, but here comes the reassurance part. I know it was wrong, but it felt amazing. He was nice, and he made me feel so good about myself. There are three reasons why I said no. First, he was vulnerable. Second, though not in order of magnitude, my cousin is my cousin even if I never talk to her. Third, and most selfish reason, I was afraid he was just in a bad way and would end up regretting fucking the fatty.

I’ve not been in a good place mentally, and consequently physically, in a long, long time, but he made me feel wanted. So, I guess I was hoping you would tell me that the fact that it was wrong doesn’t annul the fact that he did want me, because my brain is working overtime trying to convince me I imagined any and all chemistry we had and that he didn’t mean any of it.

🥺😤 Oh babe.

The fact that it was wrong does not annul the fact that he did want you.

My heart ached when I read your "selfish" reason, I think mainly because I'm going through my own body image issues that have bled into what I think I'm deserving of in terms of affection and touch from Husband. The brain is so fucked for telling us we are not worthy of attention and touch and affection and love because of the way we look.

It was a messy situation, yes, but you are no less deserving of those touches than others because your body is larger than theirs.

You deserve those touches, I deserve those touches, we deserve those touches. You are worthy of touches, of chemistry, of connection, of sex, of love.

I think the fact that he was vulnerable was enough of a reason alone to not have sex with him then (same with him being your cousins very recent ex), but that does not negate the fact that those touches were real, as was the chemistry, and that you'll find those again in someone that completely deserves your attention, touches, and chemistry in return.

Your brain is lying to you, you are fucking beautiful, and anyone would be blessed to fuck the fatty, (both you and me).

[666writingcafe]

An Unintentional Trap

Thirteen

I'm tired of listening to Solomon's whining. I want him out of my cave once and for all, and hopefully fetching MC and taking them to him will be enough for him to leave.

If that was the only reason for my trip, I would have just teleported to and from the castle. It's a lot quicker than walking. But I want some time alone with the human disguised as a demon.

During my little venture through MC's soul, I saw a rather alarming amount of demonic energy, more than any type of facade should have. Usually, humans with that much energy either end up evil or dead. Either way, their souls end up really dark. No sparkle at all.

And yet MC's soul remains blindingly white. Some of that could be explained by the angelic influence over it, but in my experience, the two cancel each other out, resulting in a dull, clear-looking soul.

I just want to know what makes the human tick. Perhaps that can explain why their soul is so...odd.

~~~

"I'm still a bit upset at Solomon," MC tells me. "Obviously, not enough to decline your invitation, but I'm probably not going to be rushing into his arms or anything like that."

"Understandable," I respond, making them sigh.

"Am I being unreasonable, Thirteen?"

"No, not at all. He did something incredibly stupid, and you're allowed to be frustrated by his lack of judgement." A slight test. Will they take the bait and trash-talk Solomon?

"I know. It's just..." They trail off.

"Just what?" Another sigh from MC.

"He was worried about me. I mean, I launched myself at a demon twice my size and sent the two of us sliding across the colosseum floor. The fact that I only walked away with a couple of scratches and bruises is a fucking miracle."

Huh. A human that's humble enough to acknowledge another person's emotions? And admit when they act too rashly for their own good?

"Why did you do it, then?"

"It was the only way I could knock Beel out. You saw the pictures, right?" I nod. He caused a lot of damage near the Demon Lord's castle. "He was starting to attack his brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos when we got there. I had to stop him before he hurt any of them, because with the way he was going at them, their injuries would have been a lot worse than mine."

"So, you sacrificed your safety in order to protect theirs." MC softly smiles.

"That's not the first time that's happened. In fact, I've done it enough to get told off for it."

"I can imagine. Doing that sort of thing tends to shorten one's lifespan, making them die sooner than originally intended." I pause. "Those type of people tend to annoy me." MC's smile grows a bit wider, as if they know something I don't.

Wait.

Have I chewed them out for it in their timeline?

I can't think about that right now. We've arrived at my cave, and the energy feels off. Looking over at MC tells me that I'm not the only one feeling uneasy.

I pull out my dagger.

"Stay behind me," I whisper to MC, who quietly nods. We carefully make our way to the Fountain of Knowledge with no incidents.

Solomon is right where I left him, sitting on the edge of the fountain. And yet his presence does nothing to calm me down.

In fact, seeing him makes me that much more anxious.

Which is strange. I've felt a lot of things when it comes to the sorcerer, but never afraid.

"It's not him," MC murmurs. Solomon and I make eye contact, and I immediately get nauseous.

They're right. This isn't Solomon.

"Where is he?" I ask. The shapeshifter smiles eerily.

"Some place out of the way," it answers. "I wanted to talk to MC in private."

"Yeah, not happening, buddy. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you." An unknown entity that knows MC's actual name can't possibly be up to any good.

"Putting words in other people's mouths isn't polite."

"I never claimed to be polite." This guy is pissing me off.

"Aren't you tired of being told what to think?" He's directed the question at MC. "I don't wish to hurt you. I want you to be happy."

"I've already told you, I'm not interested," they tell the shapeshifter, causing him to chuckle.

"It's cute that you think you still have a choice. You're already on my path. The more you resist, the rougher your journey will be. I'm just offering to make things easy for you."

I may not know the context of his words, but I can tell that they're upsetting MC.

"Alright, that's enough," I interject. "Get out of my cave." The shapeshifter remains still. "Now."

He sighs.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but it appears I don't have a choice." He waves a hand, and suddenly MC collapses onto the ground.

"What have you done?!" He shrugs.

"I thought reapers were supposed to remain neutral."

"Answer the fucking question!"

"I simply put them in a deep sleep. When they come to their senses, they'll wake up."

Solomon is going to kill me.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Not proofread.

The day after being told by Professor Maury that he was a dhampir and to see the truth with my own eyes一

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry for the trouble. Please take care of the mansion while I'm away."

Sebastian: "Don't worry about work. Feel free to stop by in between taking care of your guest."

Comte: "If you ever need help, just tell us. We'll always be here for you."

Mitsuki: "Comte, Sebastian, thank you."

(And I'm sorry for lying.)

I bowed to the two who saw me off and apologized silently in my heart.

"The person who saved me when I almost got into an accident got hurt, so I'll be taking care of them until they recover."

That's the lie I told them after deciding to leave the mansion for a while.

The truth is, I was going to stay at Professor Maury's house.

(He did lay down some "conditions," but this is my decision.)

(I don't want to put everyone at risk, so I need to find out what he's up to and stop him.)

Sebastian: "Mitsuki, your carriage is here."

Mitsuki: "Ah, yes. Well then, I'll be going!"

Feeling anxious, I bid them farewell with the best smile I can muster and board the carriage.

Drake: "Heh? You really came, huh?"

Drake welcomed me after arriving at their house.

(I don't really know what kind of person he is, but I need to be cautious since it's possible he drugged me back in the boat.)

Mitsuki: "I look forward to working with you from today."

Drake: "Sure. I was surprised when I heard that you're going to stay here."

Drake: "You seem reckless. No, courageous, despite appearances."

Drake: "Wait, no, definitely reckless!"

He said it straight without irony and chuckled.

Mitsuki: "I might indeed be reckless, but I didn't come here impulsively."

Drake: "Really? Well, I guess having a bit of tension makes it more fun."

With a slight grin, Drake stepped closer, lightly lifting my chin.

Drake: "Let me see if you're the woman of destiny as well."

His eyes, as dark as the deep sea, sent a slight shiver down my spine.

Mitsuki: "Please let go. And what do you mean by 'woman of destiny'?"

Drake: "Just talking to myself here. Don't worry about it."

After releasing my chin, he swiftly took the luggage I was carrying.

Drake: "Let me show you your room, Mademoiselle."

Mitsuki: "Um, I can carry my own luggage."

Drake: "Let me handle this much. Despite appearances, I'm still an English gentleman."

Drake: "Besides, you don't have to be so formal with me. No need for honorifics. Just call me Drake."

(He's supposed to be someone I can't let my guard down, yet he's so casual that it's throwing me off.)

Mitsuki: "Understood, I mean, got it. Thanks for carrying my luggage, Drake."

He nodded, and then his expression suddenly turned serious.

Drake: "Now, fawn. You understand the terms of coming here, right?"

Mitsuki: "Of course."

"See with your eyes what I am trying to accomplish and what my true desires are."

When I accepted Professor Maury's invitation, he laid out several conditions for me.

One was for me to stay in this place where he resides.

"Feel free to investigate as much as you want. In return, I will be keeping an eye on you."

And the other was that this matter remains strictly confidential.

Mitsuki: "I left the mansion under false pretenses. I haven't said anything about you guys or this place, so, as promised, please don't harm anyone."

He looked amused as I reminded him.

Drake: "Haha, nice. You look like a woman who's made up her mind."

Drake: "Well, I've got "this guy" over here."

Drake: "There's no way you can refuse to comply after seeing this knife, yeah?"

As he said that, he caressed the knife hanging from his waist in a showy manner.

He claimed that this knife was the only weapon capable of taking the life of a pureblood.

(I don't know if it's true, but if it is, why does Drake have such a thing?)

Suddenly, I remembered the vampire hunters.

Drake: "Just so you know, I'm not a hunter. I'm a dhampir like Galileo."

(Drake is also a Dhampir...)

(Wait, what? "Galileo"?)

Drake: "But seriously, what's up with Galileo telling you to see the truth?"

Drake: "Did he feel some connection with something? It's typical of him, but still..."

Mitsuki: "Hey, hold on. We were talking about Professor Maury just now, right?"

Mitsuki: "Then why are you calling him Galileo?"

When I asked about the name he mentioned, he blinked rapidly.

Drake: "Yeah, come to think of it, he goes by 'Maury' outside."

Drake: "And you didn't know that yet."

With that, he smirked.

Drake: "His real name is Galileo Galilei. Heard of him, right?"

Mitsuki: "Yeah, but are you saying Professor Maury is named after the famous Galileo?"

Drake: "It's not just the same name; it's the same person."

Mitsuki: "What!?"

(Professor Maury is Galileo Galilei!?)

Mitsuki: "I'm too surprised to process this right now."

Drake: "Haha! Yeah, apparently Galileo was ridiculously famous in later eras."

Drake: "His name is so well-known that he uses an alias to avoid unnecessary attention."

Mitsuki: "But Galileo lived centuries ago..."

(Oh...)

As I was about to speak, the image of the door in this building flashed through my mind.

Drake: "Looks like you're catching on."

Drake: "That's right. We traveled using that door from the past to this 19th century."

Mitsuki: "Both of you came from the past? Why...?"

Drake: "........."

Drake: "That's something you need to figure out for yourself. Isn't that why you came here?"

Drake: "By the way, it seems I've made a name for myself in history as well."

Drake: "In terms of achievements, I'd say I'm not inferior to the vampires from your place."

He grinned mischievously, but I was still reeling from the shock.

The fact that Professor Maury is Galileo Galilei essentially means that the renowned figure is seeking the destruction of this world.

(I can't believe that someone who had such a significant impact on the world is trying to destroy it.)

As I struggled to process everything, Drake peered into my face.

Drake: "I've told you one truth about him, so let's call it even for the boat incident."

Mitsuki: "Boat? Ah!"

Mitsuki: "So you really spiked the juice you gave me that time!?"

Drake: "Well, obviously."

Despite my glaring, he shrugged it off casually and showed no signs of remorse.

(I really can't let my guard down. Is my life here going to be okay?)

Drake: "Now that I've revealed everything, we're good, right? Fawn."

With a light tone, he said that and smirked unapologetically.

After placing my belongings in the assigned room, I headed towards a room Drake had informed me of. After knocking, I heard a voice saying, "Come in."

Mitsuki: "Excuse me."

Upon opening the door and stepping inside, I found a seemingly simple room with a bed, bookshelf, and desk. The only thing that was out of the ordinary were several hanging spheres from the ceiling.

Underneath these decorations, the owner of the room was sitting at the desk.

Mitsuki: "Excuse me. As promised, I'll be under your care starting today."

Mitsuki: "Professor Maury, or should I say Galileo?"

He was in the middle of writing when I called his name, and he suddenly stopped and turned to face me for the first time.

Galileo: "Did you hear it from Drake?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. I'm surprised that you're Galileo Galilei."

Mitsuki: "Even someone like me, who isn't very knowledgeable about history, knows how famous he is."

Galileo: ".........."

Mitsuki: "He's the historical figure who advocated for the heliocentric theory and left the words 'And yet it moves'."

He interrupted my words with a thud and got up from his seat.

Then he approached me and looked down at me with cold disdain.

Galileo: "If you have no business here, then leave. I have no intention of getting too familiar with you."

Mitsuki: “..........”

Galileo: "And I have a warning for you."

Galileo: "Don't ever mention that man in front of me again."

(That man? Does he mean himself?)

(Why speak in such a manner?)

It was as if he was pushing away his past self as the great Galileo Galilei.

I could sense a quiet anger in his voice, and that reminded me of the words he said yesterday.

------------Flashback-----------

Maury: "I genuinely despise those with arrogant beliefs and those who can only speak empty words."

---------Flashback Ends--------

The anger he displayed then and now seemed to overlap in some way.

(Could it be that this person...)

(Is he angry with his past self?)

Before I could voice my question, he turned on his heel and returned to his desk. As if to signal the end of our conversation, an air of rejection emanated from his back.

(I might not get an answer even if I confront him with my questions.)

(I'll have to confirm things with my own eyes from now on.)

I was about to leave the room when I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

Mitsuki: "Um, I have one question."

Galileo: "What is it?"

(I might anger him again, but...)

Mitsuki: "Can I call you Galileo from now on?"

Galileo: "Why?"

His voice seemed to sharpen slightly, but I decided not to back down and express my thoughts.

Mitsuki: "I came here to learn your truth."

Mitsuki: "So I want to face you properly, even if it's just calling you by your name."

It wasn't meant to be confrontational.

Even if he disliked his own identity as 'Galileo', I wanted to face the real him, including his anger, sadness, and desires, to understand him better.

Mitsuki: "If you don't like it, I'll stop, but..."

(Drake was calling him by his name.)

Galileo: "Do as you please."

With that brief statement, Galileo turned back to his desk, seemingly intent on ignoring me this time.

After that, Drake showed me around, and we finally came to that garden.

Drake: "So, this is the inner courtyard. You sneaked in here yesterday."

Mitsuki: "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to confirm if these flowers were Blanc flowers."

Drake: "Your guess is correct. As you probably know, the liquid extracted from these flowers serves as a substitute for blood."

Drake: "That's how we sustain ourselves and stave off hunger."

Mitsuki: "Do Dhampirs also need to consume blood?"

Drake: "Yeah. And Dhampirs have a somewhat tricky nature."

He tilted his head and cast his gaze downward.

Drake: "I'm not sure if it's because of our mixed heritage, but we turn into humans on the night of the new moon and vampires on the night of the full moon."

(Does that mean their body switches between being human and vampire due to the influence of the moon?)

Drake: "Especially on the night of the full moon, the bloodlust intensifies."

Drake: "In my case, I lose my rationality and attack indiscriminately, whether they are enemies or allies."

Drake: "It's as if I've become a monster."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

Has Drake himself experienced such a thing? His grimace and reluctant tone seemed to suggest some inner struggle.

Drake: "Well, regardless of the moon, I could bite you right now since you're completely defenseless."

Mitsuki: "-----!"

I involuntarily stepped back, and Drake shrugged his shoulders with a small laugh.

Drake: "Don't be so defensive. We're living together for a reason, so I'll make concessions."

Mitsuki: "T-Thanks."

Drake: "But depending on how you act, I might take not only your blood but your life."

Mitsuki: ".........."

Drake: "Just kidding."

(It doesn't sound like a joke.)

(I wonder if this is his way of warning me.)

While Drake's personality seems friendly and approachable, being with Galileo implies that he might be cooperating with his goals.

It feels like Drake is reminding me not to forget my position as I try to learn about Galileo.

Drake: "Well, now that the tour's over, let's introduce you to Draco and Sidereus."

Mitsuki: "I've met Sidereus before. Is Draco also a pet?"

Drake: "Yeah, he's my parrot."

As we walked ahead while chatting, I remembered a question I had.

Mitsuki: "Oh, wait! Can I ask you something?"

Drake: "Sure, what is it?"

Mitsuki: "I've been curious. Blanc flowers are white, right?"

Mitsuki: "So why are there red flowers blooming only in that area?"

I pointed to the vivid red spot amidst the pure white garden.

Drake: "Ah, that area is where Galileo—"

Drake: "No, I'll tell you when the time comes."

Drake didn't say anything more about it.

As the stars twinkled in the sky, signaling the end of the day, I sat on the bed in my room and sighed.

(Although Drake joined me for dinner, Galileo didn't show up.)

(I haven't seen him since then.)

The reason I came here was to understand what Galileo was planning and to learn about him.

What does it mean to put an end to the world, and what is the true meaning of his wish?

(I haven't made any progress.)

(I came here determined to find the truth, but what should I do now?)

With a slight sense of unease, I closed my eyes. Perhaps because I had been tense, I fell asleep quickly.

The next morning.

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Without even a morning greeting, Galileo, upon seeing me, immediately spoke up.

Galileo: "Today, you'll come with me."

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[brb-on-a-quest]

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im SOOOOO SORRY that I left you guys hanging those two days! *cries* the first one I genuinely forget, and the second I was too busy to do it- and I think that this is not the first time this might happen, since the farm (oh yeah, if you're not one of my regular followers, you should know I'm a farmhand lol) is picking up steam, during my down time Im trying to do more physical rest for my body to recover. which means unfortuantely, Ive been spending less time on here in general, and that my longer posts that take more time to write have had to pause for a while.

so, I'm sorry to say but this is the last day i'll be able to do this for a while, but maybe forever. I've had so much fun with it and loved to see everybody's different answers, and how we've all connected!! but for at least a few days/weeks, I need a bit of a break lol. if anyone wants to pick up this game again, with the same list of people I've given already or different ones, you are more than welcome to! and I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just not going to do this particular ask game anymore.

our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

thank all of you so much! I hope to return again maybe sometime! I wish you all the best :)

Awww no worries gracie! take care of yourself first. Def appreciate all the work it must've taken to come up with good questions. I'll be sure to haunt your inbox soon with hopefully some equally thought-provoking (or not) questions.

ok, actual question: our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

To be honest, this question has haunted me for the past...well since before high school. (has it really been almost 10 years since I was a baby highschool freshman?). To be also perfectly honest, my depression and anxiety were so bad I was never convinced I would make it as far as I did... which allowed me to put off answering the question for a long while until the Hour of College Applications approached.

Well, against all previous conceptions of my future, I am still alive and about to graduate in December (literally how) and set to walk across the beautiful stage in May to get my undergrad diploma with some kind of academic honors (I forget the Latin for it). Definitely not the highest GPA, but I am relatively proud of myself considering the effort and, for lack of a better phrase, blood, sweat, and tears that have gone into this. So, steps that need to happen in order to graduate

Pass classes (Preferably with A's but I'm also in a position where hopefully my self-esteem won't die with a B or 2).

Write and Finish my thesis (shaking crying throwing up I don't have enough capacity for this even if it's only 15 pages in Spanish)

Study and hopefully pass a GRE (graduate school readiness exam I think? 'cuz I'm told it's a good idea for master's school applications I can not stress enough how much I hate standardized tests and am so anxious about this that I haven't even opened my books yet, I've just been throwing myself into thesis research instead; I 'know not all schools require this but I'm going into something that's not my major, so I feel some kind of need to prove myself).

Apply to graduate schools for counseling!

Only four things... it shouldn't be so bad.... one would think... (can I please just skip to the part where this is over why do people call college the best years of my life).

The other thing I want to work on is just being a better person and in particular a better friend. My goal is therapy, particularly pediatric therapy because it's such a neglected area where I'm from and also in general I think because there tends to be stereotypes of "oh children can't have mental health problems." but doing that means I want to develop more compassion, friendliness, and patience and gentleness and actual listening skills while being assertive...yk an environment that nurtures personal and other's growth. Which is really hard. Progress has been made but still more to go.

[asksidon]

Okok so let’s say that his SO has had a bad day. It is either a bad day at work, issues with friends, or whatever it is for sure is causing them to be in such a bad mood that they snap at Sidon over every minor inconvenience. What would Sidon do to: 1. Get their SO to talk about what is making them anxious, and 2. To make them feel better and relieve some stress.

The plan was to go shield surfing on a big hill a ways out from the Domain. You know Sidon suggested it to get your mind off your stress, but you halfheartedly agreed to go.

Sidon is already carrying both of your shields, while you carry a small backpack with a few things in it - water, elixir, snacks, and a few books just in case you camp out for a while as you tend to do when Sidon is itching to get away. He tried to carry the bag, too, but you wouldn't let him. You swerve away when he moves to try and take it from you. "I've got it," you say more harshly than you meant to.

And so it goes on for the rest of the hike to your destination. After the third time (a branch that tripped you up, causing you to snap at him again when he asked if you were okay), you can tell he is trying hard to hold his tongue. You take a deep breath but say nothing. The closer you wish you could be to him, the farther away you feel. And you don't know how to fix it.

"Maybe it would have been better if we stayed back in the Domain," you say quietly. "I have a lot of things I need to do."

"Not much farther to go," he assures you. "But if you really want to head back, I suppose we can." You can tell by his voice that he is holding back from something. Frustration? Sadness? Probably both. You don't say anything.

"Come." He changes direction for a small plain where you can take the shade under a tree for a while. "I feel like a rest," he says, but you have a feeling he's doing this for your benefit. He would deny it if you challenged him, so all you can do is follow.

You throw your bag down and grudgingly sit on the grass. Sidon pretends not to notice and examines a patch of small purple flowers peeking out of the green. He plucks one and offers it to you. You feel your stubborn exterior crumbling as he begins digging through the bag for the snacks. "Snacks fix anything," he once said, but he is silent now. He seems to understand that maybe you don't want to be fixed. And somehow, that makes you feel better.

As you spin the stem of the small flower in your fingers, the guilt comes. Aside from an occasional sigh, he has not given much indication of his own feelings. But then, he rarely does, even with you. That bothers you sometimes. "I'm sorry," you say. "I know I'm not much company lately."

He pulls an apple from the bag but only looks at it. He sets everything aside as he looks at you. "I don't expect you to entertain me, Y/N. I am an adult . . . most of the time." He smiles. "I can keep myself busy and generally require no supervision. If you ever don't feel like doing something that I suggest, you only have to tell me."

His eyes sparkle as the humor returns to them. You want to joke about the lack of supervision, but you're not quite ready yet. You do find, however, that you feel ready to tell him what's been bothering you. You start from the beginning, tell him everything, and he goes quiet while he listens.

“I know I should have told you all of this earlier,” you finish. “I don’t know why I didn’t. I guess it’s hard to think about. But I’m thinking about it anyway.” You realize you’re rambling and stop, and he places his hand over your own.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks you, but you shake your head. Not because you worry about disappointing him, but after all, you’ve realized you’d rather spend the day with him than be cooped up on your own.

“I’m ready to surf. And I think you do need some supervision,” you tease. “Remember, you ran into that tree last time and stirred up a Bokoblin camp while you were at it.”

He chuckles at the memory, his cheeks coloring faintly. “I had hoped never to be reminded again. Not one of my finer moments.”

“It was adorable, once I was sure you were okay, and after we made quick work of our assailants.” You grin as you stand and pick up your backpack, tucking the tiny flower into one of the pockets. “Let’s go!”

[thelesbianpoirot]

can you share some of those social anxiety strategies some tips&tricks perhaps

People's memory aren't that great. They can hardly recall the face of a perpetrator of a crime when it is vitally important, very few people will recall, what you look or sound like. So if you did something super embarrassing in front of a stranger/customer, you will just be anonymous woman to them, not Jessica Jones, age 22, from 21st street New York.

Practice what you are going to say. For my job, I got put on phones, I literally wrote down a script of most asked questions, and read it off, and then eventually I could adlib the rest. This works for most phone convos, like ordering things online or reporting a problem to the light/water company.

Be nice and polite to people, and they will be nice to you, especially if you fuck up, they will forgive the mistakes of a person who was kind to them, then someone who was standoffish. Social anxiety can be view as standoffish/rude, so try to always greet people, acknowledge people, say their names, even when you feel like you're bothering them, or you're trembling.

Go to places, theatre, restaurant, bar, ALONE, anxious people often like to rely on friends or family to interact with the world, just using people as a crutch, and start being people okay with yourself exist. Start by putting in headphones, but work your way up to eating a meal in silence, by yourself, in public.

Force yourself to interact with people in a controlled environment at first before branching out. Volunteer, join a club, go to event, something you are interested in. PICK a single place. One day a week you do to a book club or old folks home, or a bar, and strike up a conversation with ONE person on the bus. Just a minimum of one. That last three minutes or more. Throw up afterwards if you have to, but GRIT AND BEAR IT!

Admit to people you're anxious, "I never do stuff like this, i'm anxious, if I say something wrong please tell me."

STOP FOCUSING ON YOURSELF, anxiety is often the result of self absorption, it sounds mean, but for me, when I am feeling most anxious, I am worried about how I look, how I sound, and making myself an exception from others in my head, "Damn I sound stupider than everyone else." Humans are very predictable, you're more alike people than you are different, if you are scared, chances are the person you are interacting with might be too. You're two terrified mammals in an interaction trying to come out alive, you are not alone.

Dress comfortably and practically, if you are wearing anything that makes you feel physically uncomfortable and self conscious, it will cause anxiety in everything you do, if you're at work, don't overdo it with the accessories, you're there to collect a checque, not wow people. Create a uniform if you must, a generic comfortable things that are WORK CLOTHES, check your appearance once before you leave the house, and never again until you are home. Stop looking at yourself and just be.

You have to become methodical of interaction before it is natural. In my head, I had a step by step plan for approaching a stranger. 1. GREETING. (hey) 2. Asking how they are? (if someone I see frequently/coworker) 3. Compliment (That is a really nice watch/earring/anything non-physical) (italicized is option but nice) 4. The objective. ( Are you busy? I don't know how to work the fax machine, can you please show me). (Do you know where I can get lunch?) (I didn't understand that instruction) (Is that your blue honda in that parking spot, It's my spot, and I don't want to get in trouble by parking in someone else's). 5. Closer. (Thanks for all your help) (do you have any suggestions for me?) (I hope that is okay) (sorry for the trouble,) (I have to go, I have to (insert tasks) bye!) Soon or later you'll find yourself sounding more natural, but you must push through the cringe of robotic rehearsed conversations.

Ask yourself: Why am I scared? Why am I anxious when talking to my coworkers? Reason it out: - I am afraid of saying the wrong thing. - I am afraid they will laugh at me - I am afraid they will dislike me. Find the root of anxiety about various tasks. And tackle things at the root. I hated being laughed at because of bullying at school, and at home, I had to become okay with that. I didn't care if people didn't like me, but I did not want to be a joke, which made me realize I was taken myself too serious.

CBT - I am not a big fan of therapy, but I believe in CBT for anxiety, it is practical, and stuff you can do at home. You will find a lot of resources online. CBT anxiety worksheets, toolkit, self aids key words. https://psychcentral.com/anxiety/cbt-for-anxiety#cbt-worksheets

SELF HELP BOOKS: I also hate bullshit self help books, but I will admit, I read this book cover to cover:

How to Win Friends & Influence People (Dale Carnegie Books) Paperback – October 1, 1998

(it's an old book so you can find PDFs online) https://www.pdfdrive.com/

Set various missions with goals.

I have more advice in me, but I just got off a long shift and I am exhausted.

[boydolltoything]

Honestly, I'm pretty picky on who I let in my mind because most people would be a wrong feel in my brain. Though I think people in general should be picky about who they let in no matter how desperate they are.

Like I'm not sure if I would ever let a cis man in unless they've really proven themselves.

I'm okay with not being owned or belonging to anyone (mostly because I belong to myself and also it's healthy to have apart time in relationships). Like I might act as if I am in certain spaces and times, but once the scene or moment is over, I own myself. It's also fun to flirt.

Though thanks to my personal history, I am pretty careful with whom I do flirt with or play with. A lot of my personal kink is a mental thing and letting people inside your head is an act of trust. I'm like a very anxious cat tbh.

Though sometimes the experience of being a doll is being a being that is inaccessible to anyone but the person who they belong to at that moment. You can put your feelings and thoughts in a corner and just smile at the person who is being rude to you, disarming them. After all, you don't exist for them nor owe them a performance. Being a thing also frees you of having to perform on some level.

Plus there are people who are just creeped out by the uncanny valley of it all.

Someone calls me crazy and I just smile back at them and sweetly say "Thank you" as if they complimented me. Always throws them off.

I think customer service voices and personas come from the same place. Using the scripts like the lines from a talk box. "I am sorry but I am unable to do that for you." "Please give me your name and number and I will have a manager give you a call back"

Being on the autistic spectrum, I've been even been mistaken for a robotic voice, so I've had to compensate for that to sound a bit more like a real person.

Maybe this is why I also don't like degradation and dumification/intelligence play to be mixed in with my dollification/objectivation kink. People say the wildest things to customer service representatives sometimes. I've had my intelligence, my qualifications, and my competence questioned.

The best interactions are the ones where you helped the person so much that they thank you profusely and there is now a relief off their shoulders.

(It is often the only time people will praise you for a job well done because your supervisor and manager won't. Hence my need to be recongized and praised for being so good and brave because I am but no one seems to see it.)

(And no telling me I'm brave for transitioning doesn't count. Bravery has nothing to do with it. My fellow trans people who are in the closet still aren't less brave than me. I just happened to be lucky with my parents and my surroundings.)

I like being a thing that is cared for. I don't like being a thing that is hurt. Dolls are just loved for being a doll. They don't have to worry about saying the right thing or having the right expression.

I...don't know where I was going with this. Just that only people who would treat me well gets to be in my mind and that's a thing that needs to be earned.

[valentine-cafe]

TT you guyys you made me so emotional waittt 😭😭

first of, thank you so much for your responses and i hope the day has been treating you well! I'll do my best to keep this relatively short while answering everything-

First off, you made me very teary and i hope your book series is a huge success and finds people who love it TT please stay safe and take care of yourselves too!!!

Secondly, thank you so much for the art advice!! I checked the artists out but will do so more thoroughly when i have the time, but i appreciate the suggestions and the advice so much 😭♥️♥️♥️

And i love the "booket for my sweety" a bit too much it's so cute XD

My first language is actually greek! I wanted to ask if you wanted some suggestions or help, but i worried it might come off as offensive? You're doing a wonderful job and i didn't want you to think i thought otherwise! So with the best intentions, just letting you know i am free to help if you ever need anything! Cause i know using translators can get pretty frustrating..

And thank you for being so kind about the questions! It really soothed me, i dunno why I'm so anxious 😔

Also keeping it short but, content related *slams hands on table* whO calls Rishen 9948 a disappointment? Who. Imma throw hands. Also the soul bits were so cute??? I can imagine a little bunny or a little flame as souls flying around it's so cute aaaaa! Also Alessio 164. Is a puppy. Baby. I don't care i'm squishing him i don't care what he does or will do he is baby

Also, do you maybe play honkai starrail? If so, care to give your UID? With no pressure!!

Ihope you are both doing wonderful, and thank you so so much for being sweet, i actually needed several moments to pull myself together hgxjvd

Sorry this is long and have an amazing rest of your day!!! *Gives you cookies and a virtual squish*

-🌹

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ hi rosie! sorry this took a bit to answer - you know how bad we are at answering casual asks sometimes :(( but we really hope that you're doing well! we know that things are really busy and life's kinda stressful for you and we want you to know that we are wishhing you ALL the best and really hoping things ease up. take care of yourself okie?

AHH GIVING YOU HUGS FOR MAKING YOU TEARY :(( and we really hope that the artists listed help you out along with the advice!

also we absolutely and wholeheartedly would love your help when it comes to greek! we're constantly trying to improve because of all the diversity we include in the characters so getting first hand tips and experience will really help us! we would love that please :((

also we completely understand the anxiety but just know that we absolutely love whenever you pop up! along with all of your asks

poor rishen 9948v is constantly fighting for his life sobs AND YES THE SOULS POST WAS SO HDCSDS ONE OF OUR FAVOURITES HONESTLY!! and yes alessio 164 is a BABY and he adores all of your squishes<3

also we don't play honkai star rail! BUT you are free to text us privately if you'd like ( with no pressure to you either of course! ) we really like hearing from you 🥺

as always, hope you're doing great too and if not, we hope things will get better ( it will! we're thinking positively for you! ) and we give you the gentlest most softest squish too - take care darling 🩷 ꒱

[elisedonut]

♥️ Red: Do you ever feel anxious or scared while writing? If so, why?

🧡 Orange: When in the day do you typically write?

🖤 Black: Do you think about your story when you're not physically writing it? Does it help with plotting scenes, character arcs, etc.?

Red

Oh yeah all the time i have an anxiety disorder in general so ofc it bleeds into writing fic too

but I've also just always been into weirder stuff when it came to fanfic so sometimes I do end up worried I'm going to get like blacklisted from the Percy fandom

but I've been working hard at trying to ignore that feeling and just like be myself because I've also learned in the past that pretending not to like the type of things i do just makes me sad dfhskljdfj

and overall HP seems to be pretty tolerant of weird ships and such which means most people don't care when i talk about things that i think are fun

Like i haven't gotten hate or anything yet.

Which is really nice because when i first saw how prevalent perciver was i was convinced that i would be run off at some point. That I would cross that line at some point that made me go from tolerable to others to someone who's actively a pain to look at

but no i say my silly little ships and at worst people ignore it and at best i convince them to like it too

its great

doesn't stop the anxiety when it comes to a new ship or really weird concept though

Orange

Typically I either start right after I wake up or like 8pm one or the other

If i don't throw myself into writing the moment i wake up i have a hard time pulling in enough focus until night time

Black

Of course! Normally ill fantasize about a concept for awhile before even attempting to write it. Before i ever started writing I would pace my house listening to music and making up stories in my head and now I still do that and sometimes they end up as fics and sometimes i throw fun ideas on tumblr that I either am too excited about or don't feel like i could do actual justice to.

In my opinion the thing it helps the most with is actually dialogue? I have a hard time coming up with dialogue when actually sitting and writing but it comes pretty easy when I'm pacing and talking to myself because I'm less focused on what's happening around the characters if that makes sense.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 34 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Duran had been so desperate to run away before they'd left on the trip but walking on this beach, seeing the serene smile on Fanner's face and the way the wind caught his hair and made it sparkle in the sunshine, watching the confidence with which Danya took each step like he no longer had someone always watching and telling him he was doing it wrong, the way he spoke now like he wasn't worried about whether his every word was the right one... these things were worth coming back to.

"So, what's next for you now?" Danya asked as they walked.

"Oh, fuck knows," Duran said. "I guess if you're bringing a bunch of mages into the area who are fresh out of slavery, I'll just be one of them and it'll be someone else's problem to figure out what to do with me. I am educated but I don't have a whole lot of practical life skills."

"I was thinking..." Fanner said and then hesitated.

"Hmm?" Duran prompted.

"Well, I do healing now, as you know."

"I definitely can't do that."

"No, I know. But I'm still... well, Yore's been helping me with it. Organising appointments and trying to keep people from being too pushy with me, things like that. He's a busy man, though. I know he'll always make my needs a priority but he just doesn't have as much time as those things need and I don't want him exhausting himself trying to be everything for everyone. So... maybe you could help with that? You're more organised than I am, so I'm sure you could manage appointments and you're much more assertive."

"Hmm," Duran said. "You know, I wouldn't mind that. It sounds great, actually. I'll be honest, I wasn't really that excited about being just another face in a throng of ex-slaves. You know us Companions. We like to be special."

"You are special, Duran," Danya insisted.

"Okay, back off on the sincerity before I throw up," Duran said with a roll of his eyes. "Anyway, job. Yeah, sounds good. Thank you."

"No, of course," Fanner said. "It solves my problem nicely as well. There are so many nice people here but for this job, I need someone who I know I can trust. No matter how kind people are, that's still difficult for me."

"Well, it sort of has to be, doesn't it? People can be nice all day but what you can do really tests how far that goes."

"Yes," Fanner all but shouted, then shrunk his shoulders down when he realised how loud he'd been. "Yes. Yore understands because he's amazing but some people can be dismissive when they're trying to be reassuring. I want to be safe, to be protected and I don't think it's accurate to say that there's nothing I need to be protected from. Not everyone is good."

"Nobody's pure good," Duran said. "I'll get Hamish to teach me some self defence. I'm sure he won't say no to an excuse to grapple with me."

"I don't really expect you to fight anyone," Fanner said. "Just... help me with boundaries. I can do it for myself, sort of but it makes me so anxious and tired. I just can't do it all by myself."

"And you don't have to," Danya reminded him. "I know Duran will do an amazing job but don't forget that you have so many other people who have your back if there's ever anything you need more help with."

"I know, it's just... hard to wrap my head around," Fanner said. "Suddenly being cared about."

"It's not sudden at all, baby boy," Duran said as he slung an arm around Fanner's shoulders. "I always cared. I couldn't do anything to actually help you but I did care."

"So did I," Danya said. "But things were different then. I understand. Anyway, Duran, what's this about Hamish being happy to grapple with you? Did you manage to get into his pants?"

Duran grinned as he dropped his arm back down to his side.

"Yeah but to his credit, it took over a day and I'm extremely attractive."

Danya let out a deep sigh.

"I just hope that's actually what's best for you."

Duran made a face.

"I hate that. What's best for me, like eating all my vegetables. I don't know what's best for me but I know I'm more than ready to start living my own life. I know I want to have sex but that the thought of a monogamous relationship makes me feel suffocated. Is fooling around with Hamish and whoever else catches my eye what's best for me? I don't know but I do know that I'm living my life on my own terms and that feels incredible."

"I think that's all that matters or... or at least it's the most important thing," Fanner said as he bent down to pick up a shell.

He had a small collection of them in his pocket.

"That's what I'm starting to realise. I had all these ideas about what I should do or should be and maybe it's true that I should learn to be more assertive instead of relying on other people and a million other things like that but I'm already doing enough. I'm allowed to not be perfect. I'm allowed to not always do the best thing or to rely on other people for some things.."

"You're both right," Danya said. "I'm just being overprotective. I've made plenty of my own mistakes along the way but I think I need to accept that mistakes are inevitable. Sometimes they're even good and necessary. Simon taught me that one. That sometimes, when the situation is safe, it's better to sit back and let Jas make his own mistakes than to step in and stop him every time. That it's okay. That we learn better from our own experiences."

"Exactly," Duran said. "And honestly, I just don't feel like I need to worry about it that much. If I have some sex that ends up not being what I was hoping for, well, so what? I guarantee I've had a million times worse. I'm not going to be stupid and dive into something I know I'm not comfortable with but I'm not going to treat myself like I'm delicate and I don't want anyone else to, either."

"Just be careful, okay?" Danya said. "I know you've been through a lot but it's time to heal now. Make sure you're taking care of yourself."

"I promise I am. Ask Hamish. I know how to set my own boundaries. I know you're worried about me and I understand why but I know what I'm doing."

Duran spotted a particularly attractive speckled peach coloured shell, picked it up and handed it to Fanner.

He wasn't sure what Fanner wanted them for, but they seemed to make him happy.

"You should probably save your worry for Hamish, to be honest. That man has a fetish for death."

"If I started worrying about Hamish's sexual proclivities, I'd never stop," Danya said.

"Just, you know. I love you. We love you. You know that, right?"

"I've never doubted it, Danya and the feeling is mutual."

[bam-stroker]

hi!! i'm a huge fan of all your works, and i was wondering if i could bother you for a little advice!

i've been trying to post my own writing, and while i'm decently confident in my work, i tend to overthink a Lot when it comes to actually posting on the internet. i usually get super anxious and delete it within a couple hours. have you ever dealt with nerves like that? do you have any advice on how to get through it?

you seem super nice and your work really inspired me so i thought i'd ask :3 ☀️🫶

O wow! Thank you for the kind words!

I have 2 things that really helped me out with finally putting stuff out there on ye old internet

Perfection is IMPOSSIBLE

You can edit and edit and EDIT forever! And then you'll just edit your head out of ever accepting the story as it is. Heck you'll start to look at the words on the page and maybe even start hating your voice as a writer. A dangerous path of self destruction and sadness! For me - I know for a fact grammar is my weakness. Have always struggled with the rules/restrictions. So for me, I accept it! Just like if you played sports you might know, hmmm I might not be super fast but I sure can throw that ball SO FAR.

I understand my limit - and to some that might be a put off. And that's alright! For the stuff I put out there for funsies I shrug and let myself not care as much about the grammar stuff. Now for the work I eventually sell - I'll tag someone else in for grammar if I feel it's important for that project.

At the end of the day I write FOR FUN. I do this to not think about my day job stuff. So fun is the only goal I have! Perfection is a shiny thing far off in the distance that tbh is not real. And giving yourself something attainable as a motivator will do far more for your nerves. Do it for fun! Do it because you wanna talk to friends about it! Do it just to see how you grow!

Perfection can be holding a mirror up and saying "Well why am I not like x?" You're you - the story you have to tell is yours. Inspiration can come from many places but beware the itching thought in the back of the mind of someone else's work = perfection. Even that other artist is not perfect.

Follow your motivator and when perfection creeps up - go take a walk outside and come back when you're well rested and well fed.

Make an account just for writing

So if you take a glance around my ye old blog - I made this one entirely for the sake of writing. TBH this was the biggest thing to allow me freedom to just write and not worry too much.

It allows for a space where the people who want to engage with my writing can do so. Or if anything it keeps my easily distracted mind in my best attempt of a chaos containment zone haha.

I've always written a bunch of things just for me, but I've also always wanted to engage more with other people through writing. I want to talk about my little blorbos! I personally think of my pen name as akin to a drag name. If having a buffer between your personal identity and the writing helps - go for that! That certainly was the thing that let me finally let loose and not be as in my head.

At the end of the day making art can be an incredibly personal thing. Writing in particular - because it can feel like your voice on full display! If the fear stems from a place of being afraid of people not liking it, it can feel incredibly personal.

For me, following my motivator of fun and creating the buffer of my silly little skeleton was enough to finally let me relax and enjoy sharing with others. I've been writing 20ish years... but now I can finally say I'm having a blast with it in ways I never could have imagined before! I wish joy for you in your sharing process, and hope my little thoughts were helpful 💞✨

[hotforharrysheart]

Sensory Escape

You’re cuddled up on the couch, face in his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne, soap, and everything that is just Harry. You only have a few days before he’s off to conquer the world of music yet again and while part of you is so proud and excited for this new era, the other selfish part of you is already missing him.

“You're gonna be leaving next week...How am I gonna survive without this?”You ask, your bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “Without a kissing session? Without falling asleep with you each night?”

Your hand slides down his stomach to his dick. “Without this dick inside me wherever I want?” You ask, palming him.

“Fuck babe, I've never had to worry about this issue myself and, to be honest, I'm not looking forward to sleeping alone either. Quite accustomed to being buried in you every night.”

You grown. “H…don't go…just stay here with me.” Your eyes go glassy as you look down fiddling with the fringe on your shorts

“Don't look away from me.”

You stand up, facing him.

“You don't understand, I'm really, really anxious about you going when this—You motion between the two of you, “Is so new and different.”

He sighs. It’s always the same conversation and it never gets any easier. “I've left before, you know I come back...”

“I know. I'm just being needy.”

“I hate this.” He says, hands moving to his eyes and massaging them.

“The last thing you need, I'm sure,” you say under your breath.

He looks up at you. “No, baby. I hate having to leave you just as much. Babe, I'm invested in this—“ He motions between you two. “Me and you.”

“I know, H. I'm just worried.”

“And no, you aren't being "the last thing I need" I heard that. Stop biting your nails and talking under your breath. We don't do that - we talk. C'mere...” He pats his lap.

“You're right. I'm sorry.”

“Give me those hands.” He looks over your nails and kisses the cuticles. He holds them up. “These gonna be bloody by the time I get back?"

You shake your head.

“Gonna go get your nails done while I'm gone?”

“Maybe.” You smile.

“I'Il miss the scratches they leave on me.”

“H…” You cover your face, blushing.

"Don't hide from me.” He says, pulling your hands from your face. “I’ll miss matching polish with you.”

You smile and nod and then your face crumples as the tears slide out of your eyes. “I'm sorry, H. I just…this sucks. I don't mean to make you feel bad - I know this is your dream and you know I support you a million percent right? I'm just feeling a bit sorry for the girl that's getting left behind.”

“‘M not leaving her behind. I’m coming back every chance I get and when I can't come back, you'll come to me.”

“You promise?”

A tear falls from his eye. “Swear to God.” He pulls your wrist to his mouth and places a kiss there. “Let's go away again. To our cottage in Cornwall?”

“How could I ever forget Harry?” You shiver and smile. “I think that would be very nice,” you say softly. “What would we do?"

“You just leave that up to me.” He kisses you on the nose. “We need to just get away from all this and be with each other for a bit.” He brushes your hair away from your neck and kisses behind your ear. “Need a chance to be inside you as long as I want, no distractions.”

You sigh. “When do we leave?” You throw you head back as he kisses down your neck passionately. “When do…ahh...when do we leave?”

“Gotta cum first dontcha’ think?” He asks, smirking against your skin.

“Cheeky lil demon.”

“Did ya get...my joke? Gotta cum before we can go?”

"Really Harry your jokes are awful.”

“Heeyyyyy…” Hands wondering up your shorts.

"What’re you doing?”

He smirks. “Oh it's no joke, ya gotta cum, then I'll tell you when we're gonna go.”

***********************************************

You’re in his bedroom trying to pack some things you’d brought over from your place. “Harry, should I take this swimsuit or this one? I like this red two piece...but the black one is from before so…I dunno.”

Wrapping his arms around you he says, “Neither.”

Smiling you say, "Really?"

"I'm not taking trunks.”

You gulp. “You're not?”

“No.”

“Oh, but I like those navy ones with the red stripes!”

“Naked.”

You gulp. “Naked?”

“Naked. All week.”

“All...umm…all week?"

He kisses your ear. “All week. Robes if you get cold.”

“Mmm..”

“What is all this shit, babe? You don't need all this.”

“Where's your bag?"

He holds up a little Gucci duffle and a newer looking smaller duffle.

“That's all you’re taking?” He nods. “What's in that black bag? Maybe there's room for my robe in there.." You reach for it.

"Nope, 's all full,” He says, swinging it away and up high.

You narrow your eyes. “You're up to something Styles.”

He smirks. “Plan on being up all week. I know I will,” he says, winking. He slaps your ass and says, "Now hop to it!"

You yelp. He darts out the door, "Gonna go start the car.”

“I'm right behind,” you say, looking down and fingering the red swimsuit "sans swimsuit…” You mutter to yourself, tossing the suit on the bed. You stop for a couple of bottles of wine and some of your favorite snacks and you can't help but point out the drug store.

“Guess we don't need to stop there this time.”

He smirks and slides his hand up your thigh and says softly, "Nope. We don't now, do we?”

You blush and lean over to snatch a kiss. “God, it's so beautiful here, H,” you tell him as you pull up the drive.

“Know..love this place.” His hand slides to your center. “Love this place too.”

You let out a moan.

“So warm, babe. You excited?"

“Mmmm, yeah, said no to me this morning because you wanted to get on the road. Patience baby.”You huff.

He pulls the car round the drive and turns the key off…you just sit looking at him.

“I love you.”

Putting his hands on your cheeks he brushes his lips over yours. “I love you too.”

"Thank you for doing this.”

"Did it for us, did it for me, did it cause I'm a selfish man and I want as much of you as I can get."

You lean your forehead to his. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

“Let's go inside.”

You nod with glassy eyes. Damn, you're gonna miss him. You’re putting away the groceries. You grab a bottle of wine and hold it up. “You want a glass of red?" With no response, you turn around and he's just standing there looking at you.

"No, I want you to go up to the bedroom, take off your clothes and lay in the center of the bed and wait for me."

“I'm sorry, what?"

“Go upstairs, take off your clothes, lay in the middle of the bed and wait for me.”

“Harry, I need a show-"

He shakes his head no and moves to stand in front of you. “No. You need to do what I asked.”

Swallowing hard you softly say, "Ok.”

He smiles at you, "good girl.”

You almost ask if he needs help with the rest of groceries before you leave but think better of it. As you walk by he slaps your bottom lightly and you flash a saucy smile back. “Don't make me wait long.”

“Baby, you'll wait as long as it takes.”

Your heart starts to pound in your chest and your saucy smile fades and your core clenches. You fold your clothes neatly, pull off the fluffy white duvet, and crawl up in the California King laying flat in your back in the middle of the bed like he told you to. You can't stop thinking about how demanding he was and what he has planned. You can feel your heart beat in your pussy and you know you’re dripping onto the sheets. Your breathing is fast and you have a mind to run your fingers over your nipples. Just as you are about to reach for them you hear, "Don’ even think about it.” Startled, you jerk your hand down and raise your head up.

Shirtless and barefoot, Harry is standing in the doorway with his jeans unbuttoned and that blasted black bag in his hand. Your eyes follow the trail of hair from his belly button to the nest peeking out the top of his undone jeans.

“No underwear..." you mumble.

“And your naked,” he says running his eyes down your body.

Your hand goes to your lips because you can't believe you said that outloud.

He's breathing heavy. “Goddamn, you are so beautiful. Spread your legs, show me my pussy.” He slowly walks to the end of the bed and drops the bag. His eyes never leave your center. “Drippin' all over the bed, baby.”

“I know…can feel it.” Your hips involuntarily roll upwards. “Harry. What's in the bag?"

"D’ya trust me?"

“Completely.”

He smirks showing both of his dimples. “Then stop worrying about the bag.”

You sigh and close your eyes.

“Tonight you are all mine to please.”

You moan out.

“I wanna memorize your face, your body, your sounds…everything about you. I need to make you cum as many times as I can until you are screaming my name and begging me to stop.”

You moan out again.

He walks to the side of the bed trailing his fingers from your toes to your hip. “Need you to understand something.” Your eyes meet his. “Have you ever heard of the traffic light system?"

Shivering, you say, “You mean like green means go, yellow means slow down, and red means stop?"

He smiles and his finger circles your nipple, “Exactly.”

Your chest is heaving.

“Tonight I'm gonna eliminate some of your senses, but I want you to be able to tell me how you're doing when l ask. So when I circle this pretty nipple, what traffic color would you say you are?”

Squirming, you cry out "More!"

“So that's green?"

You nod.

“If it gets to be too much and you wanna slow down or stop, just give me a color. Ok?”

“Ok,” you say breathlessly.

“You remember that tie you bought me on my 25th birthday?”

“The pink and black one?“

He rummages through the bag and he pulls out that very one.

“We weren't even dating then. You still have that?”

“Love this tie.”

“Can't believe you remember that.”

He trails it up your sternum and drags it across your eyes. “May I?" He says, as he holds it close to your face.

You nod.

“Words, love.”

“Yes.”

“What color are you?”

“Green,” you say letting out a breath.

“You ask nicely…”

“You get it.”

“Tha’s right.”

“Lift your head up, love.”

You raise your head and he gently ties the tie over your eyes. You're panting at this point.

“Breathe, love. What color are you?”

“So green.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh.

“I miss seeing your face.”

“I'm here, I've gotcha.”

You grab his hand. “Ok,” you let a breath out. “Ok.”

He leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips and trails his lips down your neck to your collarbone. With his tongue he licks a stripe down to your nipple and suckles the tip between his teeth.

“Ahhh!” You groan out and squeeze his hand tight.

He cups your tit tightly and nibbles lightly with his teeth.

“Ohmygod ohmygod. Ohhh…”

“Your nipples are always sensitive. You respond to me so well.” He reaches over to grasp the other one between his forefinger and thumb, giving a gentle tug and twist you cry out, “More Harry!”

You twine your fingers in his hair.

“Darling, I want you to grab hold of the bars on the headboard.”

“I want to touch you, though.”

“Hands on the headboard.”

You sigh and lift your arms. The movement of your arms causes your tits to pull up. His nostrils flair.“I'm gonna try something. First, let me check..Jesus baby, you’re drenched.” He runs his fingers through your folds. “Is this turning you on?"

“Harry, I've never EVER been so turned on.”

You hear the zip of the black duffle and the swishing of fabric.

“I'm going to tie this hand to the headboard, Ok? What color are you?”

“I'm green, Harry.”

He smiles proudly. “I'm gonna do the other one now. Who knew my old headscarves would come in so handy,” he says, kissing your forehead.

You moan. “I loved you in those. Those curls…. Wanna touch you.”

“What color?"

“Green.”

“Fuck, you're so sweet like this.”

Your knees draw together and you tighten your thighs to get a little relief.

“Do I have to tie your legs too?”

“No, I'll keep them open..."

You hear the thud of his pants hitting the floor. Then the only sound is only the sound of his breathing. It's a deep steady breath. It helps soothe you. “Harry?" Stillness. “Harry?"

“What color are you, love?” He whispers from across the room.

You sigh. “I'm green now, but please don't leave me like this.”

“I won't leave, I just wanna look at you for a minute.”

Your heart rate spikes again.

“‘M so hard for you right now.”

“Want you to fuck me Harry.”

“Can you hold on just another minute for me?"

“Yes. Are you touching yourself?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I'm swollen and hard. I can't squeeze tight enough.”

“Unnnghhh…” You thrust your hips up into nothing.

“Keep your legs open.” You open your legs. “Wider.” He smirks. “You picturing me fucking you baby?”

“I'm so empty…I…I need to touch-"

“No, you can hold on just a little bit longer.”

You whimper.

“Fuck, I can see the wet spot your making on the bed.”

“Harry.." The end of the bed dips and you feel the warm wetness of his pointed tongue circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cry out.

“Who's clit is this?"

“Mmmm…Fuck! Yours! Unghhh!” Your hands tighten in your restraints. “Oh. My. God. I'm gonna cum if you do that again!”

“Yeah?” And he does it again.

Your entire body convulses and you draw your knees up to your sides, your hips rolling with the contractions. You feel a fresh drop of cream run down your cunt as the waves crash down.

Laying on his tummy he has a close up view of the entire moment. “Shit baby, I could see your pussy clenching.….most amazing thing I've ever seen.”

“Harry I need more, I'm so empty and I need you inside me, it's not gonna st-stop until you're inside me.”

“Shh shhh, baby.” Hands running down your legs.

“Yellow!” You pull against the ties. “Yellow, Yellow!”

He places his hand on your lower tummy. “I'm here...I'm gonna take care of you.”

You’re sobbing..."I need to see you.”

He scrambles up your body and removes the tie from your eyes. He kisses you all over your face. “You’re ok, love.”

You raise your head to kiss his cheeks, his lips, his neck. “Untie me.”

He sits back on his knees between your legs and quickly releases the scarves and your hands fly to his chest. “Come down here" you say, pulling at his shoulders.

He finally settles his weight down on you, forehead to forehead. “Tha’ was intense, how’re your wrists?” He's searching for them to rub.

You have them deep in his curls before he can even check. “They're fine, they're fine.”

“Are you su-“

“Jesus Harry, Fuck me! Please! Know you're in pain.”

He reaches down and lines himself up at your entrance. “Ready?"

You smirk. “Green.”

He chuckles and thrusts in deep.

You both let out loud filthy groans.

“Oof…here, pull your knees up,” he says, as he slips out of you. He chuckles. “So wet…just slipped right out of you. Wettest you ever been for me baby.” The sound of his cock slapping your pussy as he pounds into you could be the soundtrack to a filthy porno flick.

“Who. Is. Fucking. You?"

“You are, Harry!!"

“Who?"

You groan out, “Harry Styles!”

“Tha’s right, baby, you remember when you start to miss me that I'm always yours. Our bodies, our souls, our spirits belong to each other. You’re never away from me. I am never away from you. Never been like this…it's never been like this. Cum with me...“

“Me either H! I-never felt like this before.”

“Need you to cum.”

“Am I hitting our spot?”

“Yes!"

You’re breathing heavily into each other's face, foreheads pressed together mixing your sweat.

“Fuck…just felt you gush on me.” His breath puffs out of his lips. “I can't stop this, cum, baby girl, cum!”

You let out a high pitched open mouth groan of satisfaction as you both go completely stiff. The pulsing of your pussy and the deep twitch of his cock is almost more than you can handle. You squeeze your eyes shut, stars exploding behind your eyelids, and then blackness. The ringing in your ears goes silent. Suddenly you hear, “Babe, babe…come back to me. Come on…come back.”

Your eyes flutter open.

“Jesus, baby scared the shit outta me.”

“Mmmm,” is all you can mange to say. You’re huffing out your breath. “You're so good to me, H. So, so good. You feel so good inside of me.”

“Breathe love, just breathe.”

You wrap your arms tight around his back, sensing that he might be trying to move. “No don't move. Wanna hold on to you just a little longer.”

He's brushing the hair out of your face. “Ya did so good. Tha’ was so intense.”

“Death by orgasm.”

You both giggle.

"No don't laugh baby, 'm cock is so sensitive.” That just makes you giggle again.

He groans. “Baby…. gonna get me hard again.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Stop giggling, love.”

“Stop being funny!" You groan. “I don't think I'Il ever move again.”

“Ya gonna hafta move in a minute, need to change the sheets.”

You bury your face in his neck.

He smiles his beautiful smile. “God we have have to order a new bed..." He mutters to himself as he rolls to his side.

You roll over on your side next to him. “My God.." you breathe out. “Come away with me to cottage he says. It'll be fun he says. Let's stop for wine he says.” You glare at him playfully.

He chuckles.

“Fuck me Harry she says,” mimicking your voice.

You slap his chest and snuggle into him. A gentle silence falls over you.

He grabs your hand and placed it over his heart. “God I'm gonna miss you while I'm gone.”

“I'll miss you more.”

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Chapter One - My Sweet Angel

Warning: Explicit Smut -Dirty Talk and Oral (fem! Receiving)

Word count: 1544

Please forgive any mistakes, English is not my first language.

Nothing else had happened after the kiss, you just said goodnight and went to your room, he was thinking that maybe you had regretted that idea.

But the next morning, as soon as he wakes up he finds a note on your bedside table with your handwriting on it.          

Rules of our little agreement:       

1- Thomas will teach anything Y/N asks.

2- Both sides of the agreement must be comfortable with what is going to be done.          

3- Let me know if you want to stop.  

4- I will let you know if I want to stop.          

5- Neither Harrison nor anyone else should know about this agreement, it will be our secret.        

Sign here at the bottom if you agree to my terms and let me know if you want to include any conditions.

He laughed, of course you would make a list of rules, it was exactly your kind of thing. After he finishes getting ready he takes a pen from the table and signs his name on the paper just below where his signature was and slips the small paper under his door before leaving for class.

You barely got any sleep last night, all you could think about was everything that had happened and when you did get some sleep you dreamed about Tom and woke up gasping for breath.

Your dream was incredibly real, you felt every touch, and the way Tom ate you in the dream made you needy for it.

Tom received a message from you during one of his classes.

Y/N: Meet me later in my room.

He answered a simple okay, trying to pretend he was calm when inside he was freaking out. Tom spent the rest of the day thinking about his message, barely able to pay attention in class.

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Tom was thankful that it was Friday, all the boys were getting ready for some party at another fraternity leaving the house just for the two of them, as if fate was cooperating with their plan.    

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Harrison asks Tom again.

"No man, today's classes were pretty tiring, I'd rather stay home anyway" Tom says.

"You're going to miss the best party of the year" Tuwaine says as soon as he enters the room.

"All these parties are the best of the year" He laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Y/N not coming with us?" Tuwaine asks Harrison who denies with his head.

"No, she said she had a new series on Netflix she wanted to watch" he says to his friend before turning his face to Tom and speaking "Take care of her ok?"

"I'll take very good care of her" he smiles.

If Harrison knew what would happen when he left the fraternity he would never let Tom near you again and would probably punch him in the face.

The two of you leave the house, and a few minutes later the other boys are leaving too, soon the house is empty except for you and Tom.

Tom walked slowly up the stairs, he was a little nervous to tell you the truth, he had slept with many different girls, given them orgasms that made his legs shake. But you were different, he wanted to give you the best experiences possible, give you all the wonderful sensations, and he would definitely need more than just one night for that.

"May I come in?" he asks knocking on the door.

You take a deep breath before answering "Yes."

He enters the room, he has been here countless times before, but he never thought he would be in here in this situation.

"I saw you signed the paper" is the first thing you say when you look at him.

"Yes" A silence fills the room for a few minutes.

"Sorry I'm a little anxious".

"You can quit if you want" he sits down on his bed in front of you.

"NO" You say a little too loudly.

He laughs at your reaction and holds your hand pulling you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, you take another deep breath and look at him.

Tom looks at your gaping mouth and licks his lips, holding himself back from giving in to the urge to kiss you right now, their hands grip tightly on your hips, probably impossible but you could feel yourself getting wet just from that touch and the way he was looking at you.

His lips come close to yours but pull away before you can kiss him and they move on towards your neck.

"I have a condition too" He says softly and goes back to spreading kisses across your pulse point.

"What?" His question comes out almost as a sigh.

"We are not having sex today".

"Why?" you ask disappointed, Tom had no idea how needy you were for him.

"Sorry honey, I don't think you're ready for this, but if you let me I want to do something else with you today" he looks at you as if asking permission.

"What's your idea?"

"I want to taste you".

You...you want to?"

"Actually I'm the one who's been daydreaming about it myself since last night angel."

Tom had already given her several cute nicknames, but angel was new, he had never called any girl that, at least not in front of him.

"Are you okay?" he asks with a smile.

When you nod, he quickly kisses you. He had really been wanting to taste you since you left his room, daydreaming about what you would taste like.

One of his hands goes up your thigh, lightly lifting your skirt until it reaches the fabric of your already wet panties, his thumb makes a circular motion over your covered clit making you moan between kisses.

"I barely touched you and you're already wet" he says with a smug smile on his face.

"Actually all I could think about was you all day.... Tom" you moan his name as he pulls your panties aside to properly touch your clit and feel its wetness.

"Did I make you wet all day, angel?" he already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it coming from your lips.

"Yes." He picks her up in his lap and lays her down on the bed getting on top of your body and kissing you again, his kisses trailing a trail again to your neck.

"May I?" He asks holding the hem of your shirt and you affirm, he quickly pulls it off your body and bites his lips as he sees your breasts in the pink bra.

"I think I'll let you, you look amazingly hot in it" you blush at his comment.

He kisses the top of your breasts and runs his thumb over one of the nipples making you sigh, he runs his tongue slowly over it and even though the fabric prevents full contact the sensation is still wonderful.

The kisses move down to your belly and soon he is pulling your shorts off your body and your panties are the only thing keeping him from touching you where you want them.

"Tom, please," you beg as he kisses the inside of your thigh.

"Please what angel?" he gives you a mischievous smile.

"I need you."

"You do?"

"Yes, please."

He finally removes her panties from her body and stands between her legs placing one of them over her shoulder for easy access.

"Fuck" he says as he runs two fingers over your entrance "you are fucking wet" his fingers reach your clit and you push your hips towards his touch "so needy".

First he just licks a long strip from your vagina to your clit and you take a deep breath at the yummy sensation.

"Better than I ever dreamed of" he says before sucking you again.

One of your hands holds his hair tightly, while the other you place over your mouth to avoid moaning. Tom quickly removes it from your mouth.

"I don't want you to be silent, I want to hear how good I am making you feel."

He mentally thanked himself for doing this, her moans and sighs were the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.

Tom wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for you, he took his time to form your orgasm slowly tasting you until he brought you to the edge.

"Holy shit, Tom" he knew you were already close and he goes even deeper.

He clamps his lips around your clit and sucks it making you even more needy, he moans against your pussy and you whimper loudly.

"Tom...Tom it feels so good"

His gaze settles on yours as he still sucks you, you cry out his name and feel as if you might explode at that moment.

He sucks your clit one last time and you finally cum on his lips throwing your head back in ecstasy with your mouth open in an inaudible moan. This was surely the dirtiest scene Tom had ever seen.

Your body falls to the bed, your breath panting, your chest heaving. Tom could never get tired of seeing you like this, he stands over your body again and kisses you slowly, you taste him in your mouth and sigh between kisses.

"Thank you" you say and he just smiles in response.

He lies down on your side and pulls you to lie on his chest.

"I can help you" he says looking at your very apparent erection and running his hand down to your sweatpants.

"Don't worry about me angel, this is about you" he moves your hand away from there and hugs you tighter "now try to get some sleep ok" he kisses the top of your head.

You fall asleep a short time later hugging your body. He leaves your room before Harrison arrives and finds you there, but before he leaves he leaves a small note on your bedside table.

I hope you enjoyed today, I loved it, I think I will dream of your flavor for the rest of my days. Because darling, you are my sweet angel - Tom.

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[rogue-durin-16]

THE RIGHT MOMENT

Summary: Y/n and George had been crushing on each other for too long, but neither of them said anything. They both were waiting for the right moment to do it, but with a war upon them, was there really such thing as 'the right moment'?

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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George Weasley: ———

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, blood, implicit beating

A/N: (dis bish long lmao) Idk what is this, I just wanted to do something for George. Bill and Fleur's wedding came to my mind and I was like, ok but what happened after the death eaters arrived? And this came out, so enjoy <3

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I wasn't expecting to see her.

I had heard my mother mention her name whilst talking about the Order, and I knew she had befriended Fleur at the Triwizard Tournament, but seeing her apparate in our yard was... Well, surprising.

"Son, snap out of it!" My father called me out and I corrected my wand movement; I had almost messed up the canopy, and I blamed the way her dress and hair flew with the wind as she approached our home's entrance.

Fred walked to me the moment we had secured everything, glancing at the house before questioning, "am I delirious or that was Y/n?" with a knowing grin and an intent eyebrow wiggle.

As if taking a cue, we saw the girl coming out, now with a borrowed jacket on, making a beeline to us. "I'm... Pretty sure it's her." I replied, giving the girl a smile when she waved. "Morning, lady."

"Morning, gentlemen." Fred then turned around and stepped to her in order to give her a hug. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Indeed." I agreed, following my brother's lead and hugging Y/n; her arms were quick to wrap around my neck and shoulders and squeeze me tight; I would have sworn she let out a relieved sigh. "Fleur invited you?"

"Your mom, actually." Her reply left me puzzled. "I heard your night was... Eventful." She pointed at the bandages covering my ear with a worried look. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night." I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"You sure, Georgie?" It was then that I remembered we weren't alone. "Last night he was feeling Saint-like." Y/n frowned in confusion. "Because he's holey." Fred pointed at his ear just like I had done the night before and I could feel my cheeks burning. "Get it?"

"Oh, no! it's sooo bad!" She laughed at the joke and a smile tugged the corners of my lips. "I think that's the lamest joke you've cracked." She pointed out.

"I know! I told him."

"Okay, I was bleeding out." I defended myself. "I think I'm allowed to crack a lame joke."

"Dunno, George, it was really bad." I threw my head back with a groan at Y/n's teasing. She waved at Fred, who said something about having things to do inside, and when my eyes landed on him over Y/n's shoulder, he mouthed a clear 'go for it'. "Tonks told me about Mad-Eye." She spoke again in a more serious note.

"You said it," the smile vanishing from my face. "Last night was eventful."

"When your mother told me you got hurt, I just... I got really scared." Her anxious words took me aback. "I went straight into the house to see you." The wind made her hair flow again, and I had to put my hands in my pockets to stop myself from tucking that bloody strand that kept getting in her face back behind her ear. "I was so happy you were out preparing stuff and not in there, unconscious in a bed."

"Well, I'm very happy to see you." I replied, my eyes digging into hers to make sure she knew how much I meant that. "Missed tons that smile of yours."

"I missed your lame jokes." I rolled my eyes at her response. Right after, she stepped forward and gently pulled me down; one of her hands holding onto my forearm, steadying her, while the other one cupped one of my cheeks so she could press a kiss to the other. "See you." And with that, she was off to greet the rest.

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"Do it."

"She's talking with Luna."

"Excuses." I puffed tired at Fred's reproach before taking a sip of my drink. "C'mon, you got absolutely nothing to lose."

"My dignity?"

"She fancies you!" I shook my head no. "How many times are you gonna have the opportunity to dance with her, Georgie? Stop being a twit."

"Not yet."

"Oi, have you seen Y/n?" Ron approached us, taking a seat by my side.

"It's the only thing he's seen." I pinched the bridge of my nose, unable to deny what my twin had just said. "Just do it." I groaned. "Okay, I'll do it."

"No!" I jumped up and tugged Fred down in the process. "Alright, I'll go."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Yeah, I was about to—"

I involuntarily let out a squeal when a hand tickled my side. "Hello, ladies." I spun my head to see George behind me. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I have this dance?"

Luna replied before I could. "You see, I was wondering how much time it'd take you to ask her." I turned as red as a beetroot; my only comfort was that the towering ginger's face was the colour of his hair. "I think I'm odd man out." She waved us goodbye and headed to see Harry.

"I reckon Luna is way too observant." He spoke, tugging my hand.

"Were you ogling me, Weasley?"

"Maybe." He came to a stop in the middle of the dancefloor and pulled me close. "Couldn't take my eyes off you." He confessed quietly.

As we swayed, I let my forehead land on his chest, savouring what I dreaded would be one of the last precious moments before everything went down.

"George?" He hummed, raising his brows as a prompt for me to talk. I took a deep breath and told myself that what I was going to say mattered little compared to whatever was looming over us. "I've been wanting to tell you this, but I just... Didn't find the right time." Our faces were mere inches away. "But I don't think I'll ever find the right time at this point so—"

I jolted, holding onto George, when a blue volute plunged into the tent; a Patronus.

It was not until Shacklebolt message was ending that I realized George's arms were around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

Both our hearts were hammering violently, and I was sure he could feel mine as clearly as I felt his.

When the Patronus vanished, panic began to spread. I noticed how my own breathing picked up. "Y/n." This time it was George the one calling my name; his whisper sounded so clear compared to everyone else's screams and cries. "If I don't say this out loud, I'll combust—"

"Y/N! GET DOWN!" Tonks's shouts snapped us out of it. We obeyed just in time to see a red hex flying over us, being stopped by Tonks herself.

George and I grabbed our wands and pulled each other back to our feet before joining the Order.

"FREDDIE!"

"LUNA!"

We parted ways, George making his way to reach his twin while I ran to a moderately tipsy Luna, who seemed to be struggling to find her father.

As soon as I made sure she was out of the picture, I jogged to help the twins, casting protection spells against two death eaters.

"STUPEFY!" I managed to take out the one attacking George, and he was quick to stun the one duelling his brother.

"Leave!" George tugged my hand, attempting to get me out of the canopy, his brother quickly rushing to their little sister.

"I'm not leaving!"

"Y/n—" I moved him out of the way to shield us from another hex. "Please— Flipendo!!" I saw another death eater flying away from us. "Shit!" George's hand gripped mine for dear life, making me back off with him to get back in when he realized it was too late for me to leave.

Soon enough it was just the Weasleys, Fleur and her family, Tonks, Lupin and me inside the tent, all back-to-back, surrounded by death eaters.

Corban Yaxley stepped out. "My apologies to disrupt the celebrations." he offered a fake apology to the newlyweds which was equally disgusting and scary. "Let's try by fair means." I knew my knuckles had gone white, given the strength with which I was gripping George's hand. "Where is Harry Potter?" He knew no one would speak. "Aight, by foul it'll be."

I looked around and I saw Molly and Arthur shielding Ginny; Bill and Fleur held onto each other; Lupin and Tonks pulled Fleur's sister and parents behind them; Fred gave a quick look at his twin before moving closer to us.

"Take them inside and register the house."

Soon we were being pushed into the Burrow, a bunch of death eaters before us ready to put all upside down.

We stayed quiet meanwhile, leaving out an occasional 'don't touch that' or a 'there's no need to break that' from Molly and Arthur.

"I reckon you won't find Harry in my grandma's glass cabinet, smart arse." We all turned to Fred, his mother giving him a pleading look.

"Maybe he's between the plates, Freddie," George jumped in, attempting to draw the attention off his brother. "You'll want to check the cutlery too, in case he's now a teaspoon." He suggested to Yaxley with a challenging look.

The death eater tilted his head to the side, as if he had noticed something worth of interest in George. "What happened to you?"

Everyone went livid.

"I fell downstairs." George replied through gritted teeth. His tone was full of what could be easily passed as anger, but by the way his hand was shaking, I reckoned it was fear.

Yaxley seemed to think for a second before turning to two of his mates. "Start with him, then the twin and we'll move on to—"

Before I knew what I was doing, my wand was out and hexing one of the guys that had tried to remove George from us.

"Take their BLOODY WANDS!" Yaxley stalked to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me away. "We'll start with you, miss."

"No! Wait, she doesn't know anything!" George tried in vain to persuade them, pushing through the death eaters in an attempt to get to me. I looked at him and shook my head no, already psyching myself up.

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They were rather quick, and not half as bad as I thought they would be. I was thrown back into the living room with only a shiner and the promise of bruised wrists.

It was enough for George to jump up; not to check on me, though, but to do something as stupid as my impulsive hexing.

"Okay, crippled," three death eaters grabbed him before he could do anything and dragged to the bathroom they had gotten me in. "your turn."

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He looked bad.

Molly was about to throw hands when we saw George leaving the bathroom; a cut on the cheek, a bloody nose, a black eye and by the way he flinched while walking, probably an injured rib.

But the worst was the red pooling the bandage around his head, and the way he was struggling to keep his hand off it.

"C'mon, blabber." It wasn't surprising when Fred willingly approached Yaxley and punched him strong enough to throw him down. "You know-” He got up, motioning at his minions so they would get Fred in. “that just made it worse."

I spared Molly an enquiring look, to which she replied with a nod; in an instant, I was gently pulling George to the settee. "Let me see..." I pursed my lips, tilting his head to the side so I could check his wound. A sigh left my lips, suddenly realizing I couldn't really take off the bandage in front of them. "Can you sit it up?" I whispered only for him to hear.

He nodded, his hand travelling up to mine, which rested on his cheek, to give it a reassuring squeeze. I didn't think twice about how wrong the timing was before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My body moved forward by itself when she pulled back, attempting to chase her lips. I managed to stop myself when I remembered we were surrounded by death eaters and my family was right behind Y/n.

She then gave me a small smile and moved to grab a fresh towel from the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my family's looks before she came back, ready to clean the blood on my face.

She aided Fred along with my mom; he bore the burnt along with me.

The sun was rising when Yaxley decided to leave. My father rushed to send a Patronus to the trio, and everyone felt a bit of relief and finally scattered through the Burrow. Ginny claimed she would take care of Fred, and she took my twin to our room.

"Now, let's check that." Y/n spoke, standing up so she could remove the damp bandage. "What happened?"

"He threw a punch and—" I hissed when the bandage left my ear, earning a concerned ‘sorry’ from Y/n. "The wound opened. It began to bleed, and they decided to stop." She only nodded, grabbing again the towel, now mildly red due to the blood it had cleaned. "That kiss was too short." I didn't even know how I managed to let that out.

She stopped, her eyes going up and down my body before inquiring, "want another one?"

"Please." She didn't need anything else for her soft lips to return to mines. This time it was one hell of a kiss, but my mouth chased them again when Y/n pulled away, only that this time her lips did return to mines for another short kiss. "Should I ask you on a date?"

"I doubt we'll be able to go on a proper date." We both chuckled; as sad as it sounded, it was true. "You can make me a coffee after I fix this, though."

"Gladly." I replied, my thumb caressing her cheek before bringing her to my lips one more time.

"FINALLY!" We both jumped at Fred's yelling. "It was about fucking time, really."

"Do you wanna get beaten up again?" Y/n harmlessly shoved my shoulder, hiding a laugh. "I just realized," I signalled my black eye and then hers. "We're matching."

"What a lovely way to match, is it not?" She replied, shaking her head with a smile on her face. “Come,” she caressed my cheek before carefully pulling me up. “I saw clean bandages over the sink.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Y/l/n,” her eyes travelled to my brother. “don’t you snog my brother in the lavatory where we just got beaten up.”

“Piss off, Fred.” She responded indifferent, pulling me with her into the bathroom, leaving the door completely open; she probably feared my mother would burst it open at the possibility of us doing inappropriate things in there.

“Yeah, piss off.” I agreed, siting down on the toilet so she could clean the wound. “She can snog me wherever she wants.” I added, muffling a laugh when Y/n cursed us both under her breath. “I’m sorry, love.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“No, I’m not.” I confessed with an amused grin.

“Why do I even fancy you?” She questioned, faking disappointment in herself.

“I’m very handsome?” I casually suggested, tilting my head for her to wrap the bandage without much difficulty. 

“Must be.” She agreed, leaning on to peck my lips. “Now where’s that coffee, sir?”

I got up, leading Y/n to the kitchen and instantly preparing the coffee pot. “It’s gonna be the best coffee you’ll ever taste.” I stated, as if it was a scientifical fact.

“Confident, are we?” she laughed, sitting on the counter besides me.

“Well, my four-year-long crush just kissed me.” I confessed. “So yeah, very.”

“Fred’s right.” I hummed, looking at her with an eyebrow raised as I handed her the coffee. “It was about fucking time.” We smiled at each other, way too widely for two people who had just gotten roughed up. We stayed next to one another in silence, looking through the window; I found the customary landscape particularly beautiful. 

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It Seemed Like A Simple Question (Miraculous Fanfic, one-shot)

A cute little Marichat one-shot, to start my writing juices flowing again.

On a quiet evening on the Dupain-Chengs' balcony, two young people enjoy some peace; one costumed, one not.

Something occurs to Chat Noir, and he brings it up as a question for Marinette. If her parents are aware that their daughter chooses to spend her private time, unchaperoned, with a mysterious teenage boy wearing a mask and skintight black leather... and they're completely okay with that... should they be completely okay with that?

Marinette giggles in response -- why SHOULDN'T they? You're harmless enough -- and the conversation flows from there. Why are they so comfortable in their current arrangement? How do they actually view each other? And then Chat asks one little question... and all of a sudden, things aren't so certain any more.

Pure Marichat, one-shot, season 4-ish but not time-specific.

It Seemed Like A Simple Question on AO3

A teaser:

"All right. So there's this adorable teenage girl," Marinette continued, her cheeks reddening. "She clearly thinks that you're someone special. She chooses to spend her free time with you. She invites you down to her room sometimes, or comes up to meet you in her pajamas. I can assure you that no other boy has those privileges."

"No other boy can just drop in on you like I can. But... point taken," Chat smiled.

"But here I am, un-snuggled after all this time," she grinned, some confidence returning. "And I seem to recall throwing myself at you on one particular evening. If I'm so irresistible... you resisted me then well enough."

"Marinette... that was an absolutely crazy night," backpedaled Chat. "Ladybug and I had just gotten out of a long battle with a giant baby Akuma. Your house was in danger... you were in serious danger! And when you did what you did, said what you said... I was flattered. I really was. But you didn't seem like yourself that night."

"It... was kind of insane that night," granted Marinette.

"I didn't know if it was the adrenaline pumping in both of us, or that we'd just rescued you personally, or... I didn't know what to think. And before I could ask you if we could talk about it, there was your father, inviting me to brunch as your new boyfriend," Chat recalled, his hand reaching up behind his head from anxious habit. "I could've hurt you by not taking it seriously... or too seriously. And you are the last person whom I'd ever want to hurt."

"I understand that, Kitty. I do. And it's so appreciated," she smiled. "And, yes... when we both had time to settle down and think things out... we both kind of backed off."

"And it might've been the right thing to do then," ventured Chat.

"But part of why we both backed off was something that we both knew. That you love Ladybug," insisted Marinette. "Which is... not something I'll judge you over, one way or the other. That's up to you and... her to resolve."

"Uh-huh..."

"Chat, I'm not saying that you and Ladybug are meant to be together forever. What I'm saying is... you don't look at me like you look at her, right? You never have. You don't see me that way. And that's fine."

Chat measured his response carefully in his mind.

"It's how I know that we were meant to be such good friends," Marinette smiled. "That I can be myself with you and not worry that you're going to-"

"...What if that's not true?"

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CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT ALL!

So a soulmate event aye? I'm here for it.

I was thinking this prompt

- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

With Atsumu or Osamu? I have a thing for those 2 and i just love them so much and they deserve nice things and just yes.

I hope you're taking care of yourself!!!!!

omg i sort of popped off on this one and it ended up just a lil longer than i thought it would and omg. i have no words for myself at this rate. look, i will not be judged for my sudden and random love this boy, but um. you’ll see

thank you for participating! I am taking care of myself most of the time so eh ya know

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Your yearly visit to Japan wasn’t meant to be anything special. Just a trip to Japan where you’d meet your cousins again.

When the three of you stood next to each other, you could see why no one thought that you, Kiyoomi and Motoya were related. Alas, you were, much to the world’s surprise. It didn’t even help that you weren’t from Japan, so your grasp on the language was laughable. You coped and so did they.

“A volleyball game?” You quirked a brow at Motoya as he grinned widely, taking the seat opposite you and snatching an onigiri off your plate. A glare formed quickly on your face and you pulled the plate close to you, shovelling another in your mouth.

“Not just any game, but nationals.” There was a shine of excitement in his eyes and you shrugged.

“I guess I could go, not like I have any plans.” Your parents often described you as a perfect middle between Kiyoomi and Motoya; not quite an outgoing puppy, but not really hating the idea of people either. There weren’t too many things you and your cousins could agree on; it wasn’t that you hated each other, but you just never had the time to bond with them like they had. Still, when you got together, things weren’t awkward. They just… were.

“Do you ever have any plans?” Kiyoomi snorted, leaning against the kitchen counter. Resisting the urge to throw the plate at him, you settled on glaring at him.

“For your information,” you said, pointing at him, “I have plenty of plans when I’m back home.”

They both laughed. Motoya decides to cackle like a hyena, Kiyoomi chuckles softly. Was it really that hard to believe? Okay, so, sure, you didn’t really have that many friends - that didn’t mean you couldn’t have plans! It just meant that you’d spend more nights alone than you’d like to admit - they didn’t need to know that though. Not like you were going to tell them anyway.

What you hadn’t expected - from the brief description Motoya had given you on the way to the stadium - was that volleyball would be one of the most boring and thrilling things in your life. There were parts so filled with tension and passion that you could have drowned in it. And then some rallies would go on for what felt like days and you’d lose interest, only to be pulled back into it a second later.

Your cousin wasn’t the number one ace in the country for no reason; he played with a level head yet intensity beyond his years. You didn't even fully understand why Motoya was leaping across the court, or what a Libero was, or what was happening. How you’d never agreed to come before was beyond you.

But something is amiss, and you don’t notice it until a red string floats into your vision, like it’s purposefully making you aware of its presence. Your breath catches in your throat just as Kiyoomi slams down the ball.

It was almost funny that the year you decided to watch the volleyball game Motoya had been inviting you to for forever that you’re soulmate would suddenly burst into existence. You can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach, because if you’d stayed back in your home country this year like your dad had asked, then you never would have gotten this opportunity again.

It didn’t take much internal convincing for you to start following the string. Looping through halls, twisting and turning around people. Anticipation built up, one you’d felt so many times today, but this was a different kind of anticipation. A swelling in your stomach, a flutter of butterflies that had been startled awake. Something so primal, an urge inside of you, yet something so calm at the same time.

The closer you got the more your mind urged you to run. As crowds formed, you couldn’t help but think back to your parents' comparison of you and Kiyoomi (because even if you didn’t hate people as much, crowds were your worst enemy).

You pushed through, ignoring the urges of your heart because God knows when you’ll get this chance again. That was the point. You probably weren’t going to get this chance again. Not since you would be starting University, your parents wouldn’t just be sending you to another country for a month - even if it was for family reasons - this was your final chance to meet your soulmate.

God, if you’d have known that your soulmate was in Japan this whole time then you would have begged to live here as a child, but you didn’t. Especially being the older of your cousins, you couldn’t help but feel slightly more anxious.

Barely 18, ready to live your life, and now you’d found your soulmate. Motoya would be excited for you, Kiyoomi would probably offer his apologies depending on who it was.

Thoughts wracked with who it could be. What they would look like. How they would act. Sound. Talk to you. React. You didn’t even notice how close it had gotten until a hand was pulled in front of your eyes; the person it was connected to looked down at you, tears in his eyes, though seeming generally disinterested.

Your heart stopped - whether from anxiety or excitement, you’d figure out later - he met your eyes and you couldn’t help but blush.

Just as you were about to speak - make your debut moment to your soulmate - a wave of people suddenly surrounded you and you froze. Like all the air had been taken from your lungs. Your heart - previously stopped - now worked in full force. If it weren’t for the buzzing in your pocket, you might have passed out right there.

Your soulmate was staring down at you as you shakily reached into your pocket, answering the call without any question. “Where are you?” Motoya’s voice rang clear. You blink slowly, trying to catch your breath enough to speak.

“S-soulmate…” the word feels so foreign on your lips (reasonably so). He instructs you to pass the phone to him - it takes a lot of effort, but you manage, ruling the phone away from your face and to him. He takes it - albeit hesitating - and starts a conversation with your cousin.

The string looks so strange wrapped around your finger but it was something simple you could focus on. Breathing was painful, and the crowd didn’t seem to be clearing. You didn’t catch the conversation but his face shifted and he reached out for your hand, looking around quickly.

He must have seen something that would help because he weaved you in and out of the crowd towards a corner with a group of people standing in it. You didn’t recognise them, so you could only assume this is where you were going to die.

You were too busy saying your prayers when he pulled you closer to him. “Who’s that?” Asked a boy with bleached blond hair, scrunching up his nose. You were probably hallucinating - and in the  off chance you weren’t, you were asking for more prayers - because the boy with the bleach blond hair looks almost identical to your soulmate.

He looked down at you with contempt, but you didn’t have the energy to care, not as your soulmate pulled you closer away from him. You could just imagine a smirk forming on his lips. Somehow, his presence calmed you just enough that you could focus.

He talked with - who you quickly learned to be - his brother and the rest of his team. Miya Osamu - your soulmate - kept you close by, still looking at you with disinterest. It didn’t take long for your cousins to find you, but even after they did, you didn't leave Osamu’s side.

Motoya pulled you into a hug and talked to you softly, Kiyoomi muttered exactly what you thought he would, “you’re an idiot.” But there was something caring in his tone.

Motoya was explaining to you that they made it to the second round, but you weren’t paying too much attention. Of course they made it to the second round, they always did (well, you weren’t sure of that, this was the first time you’d been here).

Throughout the rest of your visit to Japan you spent more time on your phone to Osamu than you would willingly admit to the boys. Considering he was from Hyogo, and you were staying in Tokyo, it only made it harder. You joked and said it would only prepare you more for the long distance you’d have to do when you returned home. You didn’t miss the sad look in his eyes. So many countless nights spent on the phone, pretending like you didn’t want to be in his arms.

Long distance was harder than you could have imagined; between opposing time zones, schedules, and just general life things, it was hard to find time to talk to Osamu. You made a promise to each other, that if you ever happened to go no-contact (whether by accident or on purpose) that you would find each other eventually.

That was what happened.

With so much work, you were losing sleep, your grades were slipping, everything was stressful. The same for Samu; he was too tired to practise, grades going downhill. You were the most worried when Tsumu stopped teasing his slightly younger brother and started actually caring.

Contact slipped until it just stopped. It wouldn’t be another five years until you’d see Samu again. 

You finally made the decision to move to Japan - specifically Hyogo - you’d claim it was because Kiyoomi lived there, but really it was because you hoped for a chance encounter with Osamu.

Kiyoomi made the decision to introduce you to his team and you were met with one overly excited Miya Atsumu. The boy - although now he was more of a man - recognised you immediately as his brother's soulmate. He stepped away from you briefly, claiming he had an urgent phone call to make and you didn’t question it - you had no reason to after all.

Not until that familiar red string floats into your vision as it had done all the years ago and you turn around to see Osamu standing there, a little out of breath but so happy. You act on instinct, throwing yourself into his arms and promising to not leave his side again.

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