#if i made any errors pls lemme know

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Could you expand on what you said in a post about libraries about the big 5 publishers screwing over libraries in terms of digital lending rights?? I’ve not heard of that at *all* and im generally pretty caught up on publisher news, so I think theres a pretty big library-shaped hole in my sources lol

All righty, a couple disclaimers here. One, this is from a Canadian library perspective, so idk how well it applies to the US. Two, I don't work in the collections department at my library, so I'm basing this off what I remember from class years ago

(also clarifying that I'll be referring to ebooks and audiobooks collectively as digital books just to make it easier)

But in short, the Big Five publishers only very reluctantly put up with libraries having physical books, and one of the reasons they do that is because only one person can have a physical book at a time. Digital books, though? Why, if a library has a copy of one of those, hundreds of people could read it at a time! That's profits they're losing! How terrible!

But, well, selling to libraries is still a sale, so the companies sell to them but restrict it as much as possible. One, libraries pay much more for digital books than your average consumer. I don't have the exact number, but it's significantly higher. Two, unlike a physical book, which a library can have rebound if it's popular but hard to find, and which could conceivably last years if it's hardcover or paperback binding, digital books have severe limits on them. Maybe the library can only buy one "copy" of a digital book - i.e., only one patron can use it at a time. That digital copy artificially expires after 20 loans or 2 years, whichever comes first. Got a waitlist of 50 people waiting to read the latest Alexander McCall Smith book? Too bad! 30 of them are gonna have to go without! Do you have a moderately popular book by Danielle Steel, which gets borrowed every couple of months? Sorry! You've had it for two years, so it's gone now! Better buy a new copy!

Now, this is the case on digital platforms like Libby/Overdrive. Each digital book acts the same as a physical book, except that most of them go away after a certain amount of time. Certain public domain books might be a one-time buy for libraries, but for the most part, every loan, every week that goes by is chipping away at a digital book's life. Certain digital platforms - Hoopla, for example - have what's called "simultaneous use" policies - maybe you only have one ebook copy of a book by Agatha Christie, but every library patron can read it at once. The trade-off for this is that my library has to pay a certain amount for every person currently reading or listening to a book on Hoopla. We have a daily budget that can't be exceeded. Every week we field calls from people who, one afternoon, wanted to open up Hoopla, but were told they couldn't take out any books - because too many of my library's 40 000 active patrons had also decided to enjoy a book that day. And not every publisher even allows simultaneous use licenses, or they don't allow it on all of their titles

A final reminder to this very long post: please do not boycott Libby or Hoopla over this, I beg of you. Your libraries are pouring a lot of money into them because they're being used. Instead, put pressure on the big five publishers to make their digital books accessible, and vote in your municipal elections to get libraries more funding so we have more budget to put into those items. An easy way to increase your library's funding is just to spend a bit of time a week in there. Hang out with your friend for a few hours, just walk in and look at the shelves, or sit there and use their free wifi to play games on your phone. Digital books are here to stay, and libraries are important for getting those books into people's hands

[icanhearcolors]

Close Encounter

Summary: A conversation between my Tav and Astarion inspired me to write a short one-shot (I lied it's a series) reader insert about what I think would happen if they met before they were taken by the mind flayers

pt 2 | pt 3

This is pretty much my first attempt at reader insert so be nice to me pls ;-;

Lemme know if I made any grammar or spelling errors

Word count: 2.9k

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“I’ll take the most you can give me of whatever has the most alcohol in it” 

You announce, slapping some gold coins down on the scuffed wooden bar. The barkeep who probably hasn’t had any business for the past hour startles out of his daydream and glances at you in surprise. He’s a dwarf, with a braided beard and kind eyes, and if it weren’t for the creaky wooden step stool he climbs up on to take orders he would barely be able to see over the bar top.

“Bit early in the night for that wouldn’t you say?” He asks as he climbs a ladder to retrieve a glass from the shelf above his head. You glance out the window as the last few rays of the setting sun color the night a deep reddish purple before it fades into a comforting black. 

You slide another gold coin across the bar. The barkeep smiles,

“Perfect time for some chultun fireswill if I say so myself miss.” He winks, slides the hefty glass full of orange liquid your way, and swipes up the coins before turning to another customer making their way into the tavern. You hold the glass up to your nose and sniff its contents. The fumes coming off the heavily spiced spirit has your nose burning and your eyes watering- perfect. 

You tap the glass on the counter and knock it back. You manage to get a few swallows in before your brain catches up to you and the fireswill burns a searing path from your throat into your stomach, settling there and warming you from the inside out. You slam the glass down and cover your mouth with your hand, trying and failing to hold in a fit of coughs. 

“Easy now.”

A cold hand lands on your shoulder, cooling your heated skin, and you turn, bleary eyed, unprepared for what you find.

He’s an elf, a very very pale elf- but not sickly pale. He just looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in a century or two. His hair catches your eye, a shocking shade of pure white that makes his skin seem tan in comparison. It’s shorter than most elves keep their hair, and it curls in every direction, framing his face beautifully. Once you recover from your initial dazed attraction to him you attempt to level him with your meanest glare that you hope says piss off. He raises his hands in playful surrender and smiles disarmingly at you.

“Rough day?” He asks in a drawling voice. You take him in. He’s wearing a clean white shirt under a set of padded leather armor, and spotless black leather boots. He looks every bit a spoiled noble that has never seen a day of work in his life, but his hands are calloused, and his eyes look haunted. Speaking of his eyes, they’re quite an alluring shade of red. What an odd color for an elf-

His eyes narrow perceptively, as if he’s reading your thoughts as they flit across your face. He turns away, gesturing at your drink and turning your gaze away from his unique appearance.

“Most Baldurians don’t even touch that stuff until well past midnight, are we celebrating or forgetting?”

You turn your body away from the charming elf and stare into the last few sips of your drink. 

“We aren’t doing anything. I’m here to drink, not to talk.”

“Forgetting it is then. Excellent.”

From the corner of his eye you see him grin roguishly, the flash of his white teeth sending a curious spark of adrenaline through your system. Before you can discern why you suddenly went from warm and buzzed to fight or flight, he turns away, tossing a blue coin purse onto the bar and calling for the barkeep, allowing the alcohol to calm your frazzled nerves once more.

“Excuse me Lydon, I’d like to buy our grumpy friend here a drink that won’t burn a hole through her stomach,” He leans over the bar and drops his voice to a low murmur as if he were sharing a secret, “got anything good for me?” he practically purrs.

The dwarf, Lydon, flushes a deep red and grins coyly at the mysterious patron, “Maybe. But I don’t have enough for everyone Astarion, what if someone comes asking me how she got the good stuff and all I’m willing to sell them is stale ale and swill?”

Astarion’s answering grin is downright lethal. 

“It’ll be our little secret,” He winks. “I’ll take it to my grave.”

Lydon blushes even darker if that were possible and mumbles something about having a type before trodding off toward the old wooden door behind the bar. You’d never related to anything more. Astarion turns toward you and raises an expectant eyebrow.

“Waiting for a thank you?” You ask, wrestling with the instinct ingrained in you to be polite. Your tendency to people please is what landed you in this run down tavern in the first place. You don’t know this elf, and you don’t owe him anything.

“Well I wouldn’t say no to a little gratitude darling- especially not from you” his eyes trace a path from the top of your head to your scuffed leather boots and back up again, stopping at the blush on your cheeks, he smirks, and meets your eyes again. He steps closer to bump your shoulder with his teasingly, and stays there, close enough that your arm brushes his.

“But no my dear, I’m not waiting for a thank you. I’m waiting for a story.” 

“Oh yeah? Keep waiting.” You growl, and he tosses his head back, a genuine laugh bursting out of him. The sound of it is contagious, and you fight the urge to grin yourself. You nearly manage it, save for a slight twitch of your lips that he of course notices.

He tsks, shaking his head at you “I saw that. No use hiding that smile from me, love. The damage is already done.” 

You glare, this time with much less hostility. 

“Who are you? I’m morose and drunk on purpose, elf, and I will not let you wrestle me from it.”

“My name is Astarion” he says with a wink and a mock bow before he leans in, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, “and I’ll wager you’ll let me do a lot worse than that before the end of the night.”

Your breath catches, your pulse picks up, and you’re about to lose yourself in those strange eyes of his when a loud creeeeeaaak and a crash causes both of you to leap away from one another. The dwarven barkeep’s old step stool seems to have finally given in. He lay sprawled on the floor behind the bar, his foot caught in between the split wood.

“GODS DAMMIT” He howls, kicking off the stool. He sighs and hobbles up to you and your new… companion. You can see nothing but his angry eyes and the flushed red tips of his ears as he pours your drink and reaches up to hand it to you. When you grab for it he pulls it out of your grasp and stares at you with a threat in his eyes.

“You didn’t see that.” He snarls at both of you.

“See what?” Astarion feigns ignorance, looking around the room dramatically for whatever the dwarf could possibly be talking about. The barkeep rolls his eyes and hands the drink to you before limping off to find a chair to stand on.

You breathe slowly through your nose.

In.

Out.

In.

You will not laugh.

You have self control.

You take one glance at the pinched “I’m trying not to laugh” look on Astarions face, one that probably mirrors your own, and you explode in a fit of giggles so intense they make your stomach ache.

Astarion can’t hold it in either and slaps the table in his silent gasping laughter, the two of you making quite a scene, but somehow you really don’t care. 

You wipe tears from your eyes and sigh once your laughing fit subsides, your sour mood a distant memory despite your best efforts to cling to it.

“How dare you,” You whine half-heartedly. “I was so committed to my bad mood and you had to go and ruin it.”

Astarion’s eyebrows lower in confused amusement.

“Awww you poor sad little thing. I’d apologize, really I would, but unfortunately for you I’m not sorry.”

You take a swig of the drink he bought for you. It tastes of cherry and currant, and you have never had something so delicious from such a tiny little tavern.

“You should be” you murmur, hanging your head, the humor fading as you’re reminded of why you’re here in the first place.

Astarion notices your shift in demeanor and reaches down, lifting your chin with a cool finger and bringing your gaze to his.

“About that story,” He smiles encouragingly, and you give in.

The alcohol must really be getting to you now, there was no other explanation for the warm, safe feeling that hummed under your skin. Astarion was sweet, and attractive. His attention felt good, and before you could even make the decision to trust him you were already talking. You told him how you were a magistrate in the lower city, complained how the court system was broken and corrupt, and how the judge only appoints magistrates that unthinkingly obey his preferences, never allowing them to make their own judgements. You had tried for months to get on his good side but you think all you did was obliterate any meager scrap of respect he did have for you, and now every interaction you have with him he barks orders at you like you’re his dog and then dismisses you. You were thinking of finding a new profession altogether, but the lower city was plagued with crime, good people died every day because of it, and you had the power to help at least a little if only your boss wasn’t such an asshole. To your embarrassment you began to tear up as you finished your story.

Astarion for his part never interrupts you. He listens with rapt attention to your woeful tale, an indiscernible look on his handsome face. You try to turn your head away as a tear escapes your eye but his grip on your chin tightens, forcing you to stay right where you are. He wipes it away with his other hand and stares at you for a moment, seemingly deciding something.

He reaches up and drags a hand through his hair, releases a held breath, and plucks the glass from your hand, drinking what was left of its contents in two gulps. He brings the glass back down to the counter, a drop of the crimson wine dripping down his chin. The image gives you an odd feeling, like you’re missing a revelation that is only just out of your grasp. He glances behind you, and you turn and follow his gaze to another rather pale looking elf, this one with darker hair but similarly colored eyes watching the two of you with rapt attention. Goosebumps rise on your skin and that fight or flight instinct is back in full force. Your heart begins to pound against your chest, understanding the danger that you’re in even if you do not. 

“Smart girl” Astarion murmurs, and you whip back around to face him.

He wipes his face with his sleeve and grabs you by the hand, pulling you off the bar stool.

“W-what are you-” He places a hand on your lower back and begins deftly guiding you through the raucous crowd of drunk Baldurians. One stumbling wizard in the crowd pats his pockets down and cries,

“Has anyone seen my coin purse? It’s blue!”

“Walk faster” Astarion says into your ear, his warm breath whispering across your neck. You do as he says.

After what feels like a lifetime of dodging drunk elbows and slipping through temporary openings in the crowd you reach the exit, and Astarion rushes you soberingly into the cold night air. 

“You stole that guy's money didn’t you?” You accuse.

He doesn’t even have the decency to deny it,

“What are you going to do darling? Arrest me?” is his reply.

He doesn’t slow down for a single second, ushering you into a dark alley near the tavern.

“Astarion what are we doing? You can’t just wander into abandoned alleyways at night! This is how people get kidnapped.”

His startled gaze clashes with yours in the dim light for a moment before he laughs. Not an amused genuine laugh, but a pained, choked sound that claws its way out of his throat involuntarily. He runs a hand through his hair once again and then turns away from you, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“It is indeed, darling,” He whispers so quietly you have to lean towards him to hear it. 

“You have no idea.”

You don’t have time to react, the alcohol slowing your reflexes, before his hand is around your throat and your back is against the brick wall of whatever building is behind you. You reach up and grab his wrist, eyes widening in panic. For a flash you see in your mind your body lying asphyxiated in the revealing light of morning, another victim to the merciless city of Baldur’s gate, and you prepare to fight like hell, when Astarion lunges for you and…

Kisses you?

Your brain short circuits, all thoughts drifting away with the sensation of Astarion’s mouth on yours. His hand around your throat gentles, his long fingers drifting over your skin until they press into your pulse point, feeling your racing heartbeat. 

You fist his shirt sleeve in your hand. Maybe it's because you’re smashed, maybe it’s because you can’t remember the last time someone kissed you, maybe it’s because you know no one that’s ever kissed you has been as good at it as this man- whatever the reason may be, you kiss him back. 

He tilts his head and deepens the kiss, stepping closer until his body is pressed against yours. You reach up to do what you’ve been dying to do since you first saw him and feel the soft strands of his hair.

He leans into your touch and it emboldens you to kiss him deeper, your tongue scraping against something… sharp?

He gasps and pulls back, just a few inches, staring into your eyes. He seems to be searching for something, almost desperately.

You stare back, equal parts terrified of and enraptured by this beautiful stranger.

Finally, he drops his hand from your neck and steps back, the cold air assaulting you once more as you crash back down to reality. You gaze at Astarion, confusion written all over your features.

“I can’t do this” He laughs. It sounds just as pained as the last one.

“Can’t do what?”

“I can’t bring you to him”

His head snaps up to the sky, studying the stars.

“I still have time to find another. Petras saw me with you, he’ll tell Cazador if I come back with someone else. But I can lie. I can say you knew what I was, escaped before I could lure you back. Maybe he won't question it. I’d spend a few weeks in the kennels but it could be worse. I can’t tell him I changed my mind, I can’t spend another year in that tomb.” He’s rambling now, not to you but to himself. 

He rubs his face in his hands and takes another stumbling step back.

“Go” Is all he says.

“Go? Go where?” You mumble, feeling cold and strangely a little hurt by his retreat into the shadows.

You don’t have dark vision, in the dim torch light much of his face is now hidden from you, but his eerily red eyes seem to glow like a cat’s now in the dark. The sight fills you with dread. Pieces begin to connect, the hundreds of unsolved missing person cases, the handful of eyewitness accounts claiming they saw the missing leave with someone. The descriptions varied, but a few details remained constant. The unknown person was always charming, flirtatious even, they tried to get their victims intoxicated in some way, and they always had a pallid complexion, red eyes, and sharp canines. Sifting sluggishly through your muddled memories you can even recall a couple of accounts of victims leaving taverns on the arm of a white haired pale elven man.

Astarion was a vampire.

“Go back to the courts,” He begins, “and never apologize to Judge Eruien. Stand up to him when he’s being an ass, he’ll never respect you otherwise. Go back home and lock your doors safely behind you. Never invite anyone in unless you trust them implicitly. Go back to your life in the sun, make Baldur’s gate a little better just by being in it, and if you ever-” He leans toward you, his face inches from yours once more. Now that you know what to look for, you catch glimpses of his uncomfortably long canines with every word that he speaks. 

“See anyone with eyes like mine again… run.”

With that he steps back into the shadows. They seem to swallow him whole, and you do run, a small voice in the back of your mind reminding you that you never told Astarion the name of that judge you were lamenting about.

In the years that follow you take his advice, and your work life drastically improves. Enough so that you feel comfortable asking the old elven judge about his former magistrates, a tear dripping down your cheek as he tells you what he can recall about a white haired elf with golden eyes and a promising future that was ripped away when he was murdered almost two centuries ago by a gang of Gur that didn’t appreciate his final ruling.

A month later you wake up in a nautiloid.

[luvneymar]

(2/2) FOREVER AND ALWAYS — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You and your best friend have been in-love with each other since forever, one day you both get drunk and you end up pregnant

PARING: teen!neymar x teen!reader

NOTE: I changed the ages so Davi could be younger & this was posted pretty late so if there’s any spelling errors or anything pls lemme know! 🫶

“You’re almost there baby-girl! Keep pushing.” Your mother sent words of encouragement as you squeezed the life out of her’s & Neymar’s hands, you were pushing out a baby with a head the size of the moon.

“I can’t! He can just stay in my uterus! It’s safer & it’s better for everyone!” You shook your head side to side curling your toes as you were in so much pain & discomfort you were sure you’d explode.

“Also I’m pretty sure I pooped on the midwife’s hand, so sorry.” You shouted out really fast before returning to screaming in pain & squeezing your boyfriend’s hand as hard as you could.

“It’s okay baby, you can do this. I believe in you!” Neymar sent encouraging words your way which just annoyed him, you didn’t have a huge head when you were a baby so this definitely had to be the genetics of none other than Neymar.

“You shut up! Just shut up! Who asked you to develop such a huge head? Now my vagina is going to rip into one huge whole because of you!” As you cursed him out you hadn’t even notice you had been slightly pushing the whole time which finally remove your large headed baby from your vagina.

You suddenly didn’t feel as much pain as you felt a few seconds ago which confused you until you felt pressure on your chest as you heard a crying baby lay on your chest. “Baby you did it.” Neymar whispered as he wiped the excess sweat off your forehead as you cradled your crying son.

“He’s so beautiful.” You cried out as you took in the fact that not only you survived the attack on your vagina but you were now a mother; to a huge headed baby. Neymar kissed you on the cheek as you both obsessed over your newborn son. “Alright mama, we’ve gotta clean him up. You did great.”

As your OB took your son out of the room to do whatever medical stuff they needed to do for him Neymar wrapped his hands around you pulling you in for a hug as you cried taking in what just happened.

—

That was 4 years ago, within those 4 years you became a well respected actress while Neymar continued to chase after his football career & had become a hotshot football player. You both had your ups & downs but you both had made it work.

You had just finished shooting the film “Avengers; Infinity War” & were preparing to attend the premiere, or at-least trying too. Davi kept throwing a tantrum about how he didn’t want to wear this, he was hungry, he was tired all the typical 4 year old problems.

Fortunately the help of your husband who your son practically worshipped you all managed to get dressed without too much of a hitch. “Davi baby are you ready to go?”

“Yes!” Your son smiled up at you as he offered you a soggy warm cracker he had been holding in his palm for the past few minutes. You took the cracker & tucked it into your purse before picking up your son. “Let’s go baby, your daddy is waiting in the car.”

Once you both arrived to where the car was parked & settled in the driver at the front had begun to drive you leaned into your husband giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Don’t thank me baby, I always want to celebrate your success.” Neymar replied as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in as he kissed your forehead, you smiled at his action as you leaned into his chest.

You closed your eyes as you listening to his heartbeat not aware that you fallen asleep in that exact position until your soon who was sitting beside you had nudged you in your side. “Mommy we’re here.” He whispered in your ear .

“Thank you for waking me up baby.” As you got up you wiped the crumbs that were decorated all across your sons face as well as checking your face for any smudges or marks. “Ney baby we’re ready.”

“Alright.” He answered as he opened the door revealing multiple cameras flashes & screaming people, you picked up your son from his armpit and mad your way out of the car shielding his eyes from the blinding lights.

As you all made your way down the red carpet and onto the photo booth area you were met with multiple reporters waiting to interview different actors & actresses about any topic they could conjure up.

As Neymar was pulled away by other reporters you made your way to the entrance of the building barely making it before being pulled away by a reporter with exceptionally bright teeth. “Hi there (Name)! I can see here you brought your son to the premiere!”

“Yes I did. He’s super excited to be here. He wants to meet Thor.” You answered smiling at your son who was completely oblivious to what was going on as he stared into the camera that was recording his mother.

“Thor?” The moment you mentioned Thor he begun to look around trying to find his favourite superhero thinking he was around him.

“Yes Thor honey.” You smiled at him pulling at his soft cheek as he continued to snack on his crackers getting crumbs on your dress, not that you minded of course.

“Such a cute child, (Name) you played the role of the Scarlet Witch correct?” The reporter smiled at Davi before turning to face you something weird hiding behind her smile.

“Yes I did. Is there a question in there?” You asked not paying any attention to the reporter as you son begun to fuss feeling overwhelmed by all the noises. “Yes, how did the casting for the role go?”

“Actually I didn’t go through a casting process, I was personally asked to play the role.” You answered turning to smile at the reporter quickly before turning back to your son feeding him more snacks to keep him calm.

“Really? So in your opinion—” Just as the reporter was going to say something Neymar had come out of nowhere interrupting them.

“My love, there you are.” Neymar kissed yours & Davi’s cheek as he wrapped his hand around your waist other hand used to wipe crumbs from his sons face.

“Neymar! Would you like to—!” The reporters face perks up seeing Neymar enter your interview. “I am so sorry but we have to get going, the premier is about to start & my son is getting cranky.”

“But I still—”

“Thank you so much for your time.” You thanked the reporter before walking away silently thanking God for Neymar’s timing, it wasn’t a secret that multiple people assumed you only had your success because your husband was a famous footballer.

You never felt the need to correct them simply because you have proven yourself side the beginning of your career & you still continue to by snagging large roles in movies like these ones.

“Thank you I knew she was going to ask the most foolish question on earth.” You kissed your husband on his cheek as you let your son down letting him walk his own. Neymar laughed at your statement before shuffling his son towards his seat in the dark building.

As you all say in your seats waiting for the movie to begin your co-worker; Christ Hemsworth shuffled past you trying to get to his seat which was right beside you. “Hey Chris!” You whisper shouted using Davi’s hand to wave.

“(Name)! Hey! You brought your family!” He whispered back as he exchanged in a manly fist bump with Neymar who sat right beside you, as you both exchanged pleasantries you were interrupted by your son who sat in your lap staring at your co-worker in awe.

“Are you Thor? The superhero?” He asked staring up at him with his big brown eyes as he gripped Chris’s suit jacket getting some crumbs on it. “Why yes I am little man!”

“Really?” Davi squealed out smiling brightly excited to meet his favourite superhero, you laughed at his reaction knowing all the times you had to rematch marvel movies because he wanted to see Thor.

“Really!” Chris replied, as soon as he did Davi begun to fuss trying to leave your lap wanting to spend time with his favourite superhero instead, you complied knowing it would allow you to spend more time with your husband who was snacking on his peanuts.

“Are you okay with this?” You asked him not sure if he felt used or as if you were dumping your child into him for a free night out. “Are you kidding? Me & him are gonna have a blast. Don’t worry about him.”

“Thanks Chris, I owe you one.” Hearing that reassured you as you heard your sons voice fade into the background you turned to your husband. “As for you mister.”

“Finally some attention from my wife, seems like everyone needs her attention.” He peeled his eyes from the screen and onto you placing his peanuts into your purse. “Not anymore, we are all alone.”

Hearing that was like music to his ears, you both loved your son but ever since he was born your guys hadn’t been as intimate as you could’ve been if you had waited to have him.

“Isn’t Davi beside you?” Neymar leaned over checking the seat beside you. “Nope, Chris took him down a row or two to be closer to the screen.” You explained as you pulled your husband in for a quick kiss.

“So do you wanna find a bathroom?” He asked preparing to get up as he loosened his tie looking around to see if anyone or cameras were on them. “No! We’re watching the movie!”

You slapped his shoulder laughing quietly as you realized that the movie had just begun, you both turned to face the screen as you intertwine fingers holding hands.

—

Once the lights turned on the movie had needed you stood up almost stumbling over as your leg had fell asleep, Neymar had shot up to catch you stopping you from falling onto the person in-front of you. “Careful.”

“Thanks baby.” You pulled him in holding his cheek as you kissed both of them before going to find your son Neymar not that far behind you. Once you arrived to Chris’s row you had noticed that he had fell asleep in his arms.

“When he fell asleep you should’ve brought him back to me, thank you so much Chris.” Neymar bent down to pick up Davi from Chris’s arms who stood up to stretch the moment his child duty as relived.“My pleasure, you guys have such a funny kid. Stay safe guys.”

Once Chris begun walking away you shook your son awake slightly as you walked right behind him going to the same exit. “You wanna say bye to Thor sweetie?”

“Bye bye!” Davi yelled out waving his hand back and forth at Chris as he turned around and waved goodbye smiling before pushing the exit door open holding it open for Neymar to take, as Neymar held the door open you conversed with your son. “Did you enjoy the movie?”

“Yes! Mommy can we watch it again at home?”

“Oh boy.” You sighed chuckling at what was about to go down once again.“It hasn’t come out on TV yet baby.” You replied shortly hoping it’d end his constant train of questioning.

“Aww…”

“But Mommy can act it out for us! Did you see Mommy on the screen?” Neymar interrupted igniting the fire of Davi’s obsession with Marvel, you wanted to twist his lips off knowing every time you watched the marble series as a family he’d fall asleep.

“Yeah, Mommy can you act it out for us?”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You said while laughing as you took Davi from Neymar to place him in his car seat, once he was secure in his seat you sat beside him with Neymar going to sit on the other side of the car.

Once you all were settled & the driver had begun to drive Davi was out like a light soon after leaving you and Neymar in comfortable silence.

“Did you like the movie?” You asked breaking the silence as you turned to him reaching your hand out for him to take, he took your hand & caressed you knuckles with his thumb.

“Of course I did, I’m so proud of you my love. You’ve come so far.” Neymar kissed the back of your hand as he rambled on about how proud of you he was, your heart melted at his praises as you smiled brightly unable to mask your happiness.

“Well I couldn’t have done it without you, thank you for always supporting me.” Neymar smiled back at you small blush on his face, he turned to face the window not letting go of your hand before continuing, “I love you.”

“I’m not on rewatching duty though, you have to do that.” You reminded turning to look out the window small smirk on your face that didn’t go unnoticed. “Whatever.” He replied letting go of your hand to grab your face kissing you all over before finishing with a quick kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, I guess.” You grumbled happily before pulling him by his chin for another quick kiss.

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[kyojurismo]

Hello! Can I have a Shinobu trusting a demon for the first time who wants revenge and kill doma because he turned them into a demon and forced them to eat his family??

▸ ANSWERING. okay anon, here it is! i have a few things to clarify tho, first i went in a different direction from the one with which i started writing this piece and i don’t know if it’s for the best or not… second, it was implied that there was something between shinobu and r, but i focused on the revenge part. i hope you’ll like it anyway, even if maybe you imagined it differently. thank u for sending the request !! ♡

▸ INTRO. a demon slayer and a demon seeking revenge on an upper moon come across each others. (explained better in the request itself hehe)

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. shinobu kocho x gn!demon reader

▸ WORD COUNT. 949

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. major kny manga spoilers !! & it’s probably angsty, mention of kanae kocho, brief appearance of kanao, douma is just mentioned lol. reader wants to end their life (so if that makes you uncomfortable don’t read, i don’t want u to get triggered !!), no beta readers so excuse any possible error pls + lemme know if i missed something

“good evening. what a beautiful night, isn’t it?”

the demon slayer in front of you was different. she wasn’t strong, that’s for sure. but there was something else.

was she truly capable of killing you? years, many long years… you debated whether getting yourself killed by a demon slayer or trying to kill douma, the current upper rank two; all to set your tormented soul free.

you studied her for a few moments, before taking a few steps back. “i wonder now, how many people have you killed?” she asked you, confusing you. “why does it matter?” you said, glancing at her tiny figure. “because you’ll receive the punishment you deserve and be reborn! all to give justice to your victims,” she explained.

you thought about her words for a moment, before deciding to try to reason with her.

“i want to give my victims justice, they deserve that, but i want justice too…” you tried, hoping you were convincing enough. after all, why should a demon slayer trust the words of a demon? “my dear, justice? what kind of justice are you seeking?” shinobu asked with a smile on her face, making you notice that she had been smiling the whole time.

“i know you don’t trust my words!” you assured her, regretting it right after the words left your mouth. “a demon from the twelve kizuki turned me, a long time ago… he forced me to eat my whole family, stating that he would have kept me alive only if i obeyed him.”

you told shinobu your story, you weren’t trying to convince her with futile details, you didn’t wanted her to feel compassion, you just wanted her to understand that you wanted to end your life just as much as a demon slayer desires to kill a demon.

shinobu listened very carefully to your words. your description of the demon who turned you made her lost her composure. it was him. the exact same demon who took kanae away from her.

the tension was clear, but shinobu seemed to have lost interest in killing you. on the contrary, she was focused on thinking about getting revenge on douma too.

she silently decided to trust you, going against everything she believed and respected with her whole self. going against the rules and shinobu kocho in the same sentence? unbelievable! but that was it, shinobu was trusting a demon for the first time in her life.

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shinobu organised everything, and she did an amazing job actually. she wasn’t the strongest above the hashiras, but she did knew what she was doing and was the smartest person you have ever met. you admired her.

“i want you to kill me with that poison you spoke about,” you said while watching her work. “oh? i see, you still want to die,” was she sad about your wish? “you’re helping me and i truly appreciate it, i know this is as important as it is for me. we’re here to put an end to this story, but i don’t want to be a demon for the rest of my life. i seek peace and that only death will satisfy my desire.”

shinobu listened to you and nodded slowly, letting your words sink in. during these months, you two bonded more than expected from her. you grew to trust each others and you both were mainly focused on one objective: douma.

after all, shinobu succeeded in trusting and befriending a demon. it even surprised tomioka, alongside everyone else in the demon slayer corps.

there was something stronger between you two, something that was probably above the simple friendship but neither of you decided to focus on it.

and whatever was growing between you two came to an abrupt stop when she died, by the hands of none other than douma himself. shinobu tried to prepare both you and her tsukugo, kanao, to the possibility of her getting killed in order to make sure you’d be able to defeat douma.

thanks to another demon slayer, inosuke hashibira, you and kanao killed douma. you finally got your revenge, you were finally free. all the anger, the pain, the emptiness you have felt until that day was finally gone, but it was replaced by a strange feeling of sadness; something that you never experienced during your existence as a demon.

you and shinobu got revenge, but the one who truly deserved to live was the one who lost her life. and that was, without doubt, a cruel joke. that was the main reason why you didn’t wait to drink the special poison shinobu made for you. you couldn’t wait longer, you had to disappear from that world.

kanao was by your side the whole time, you noticed that she was crying for the first time since you had known her. you smiled at her for the last time. “go on with your life and make the most of it… do it for shinobu and kanae,” you muttered, starting to disappear and turn into dust.

you had a vision. no, they were flashbacks from your past, from your human life. you were laughing and enjoying your day with your family, all happily together… when a familiar voice called your name. you turned around and saw a figure, then you smiled once you recognised it was shinobu. she ran to you and hugged you, holding you close to her. your arms circled her petite figure and just then you noticed you were wetting her haori with your tears. you were crying.

“thank you, y/n! we did it,” she smiled, truly happy for the first time in a while, and you were too. happiness suited her beautifully.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated! thank you for reading it all, as always i’m super insecure about my work so um yeah… hope you enjoyed it, have a good day / night ♡

[guavagyu]

at work - k.mg

prompt: reader: Can you stop sending me nudes, I’m at work. mingyu: That excuse never stopped you when I was working. reader: Can you blame me? I bought lace undies, what was I supposed to do?

THIS PROMPT MADE ME GIGGLE LMAO

stuff in this: smut (minors dni!), fem!reader, humor, fluff, established!relationship, reader is 6ft-ish (cuz slay), non!idol au, unprotected sex (wrap the hot dog before u put it in the bun), humping, creampie, brief fingering, lowercase intended, reader isn't that vocal, vocal!gyu, aftercare

(lemme know if more needs to be added!)

synopsis: mingyu is at home- bored and horny, and reader is trying to get her work done. after reader gets out of work and rushes home, they..uh...do stuff.

kinda proofread, pls lemme know if there r any errors <3

wc: words. (it's 1263 teehee)

stuff under the cut lol

puppy gyu <;3:

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seen at 9:47 am

puppy gyu <;3:

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seen at 9:51 am

reader:

can you stop sending me nudes, i'm at work.

seen at 9:52 am

puppy gyu <;3:

that excuse never stopped you when i was working.

seen at 9:52 am

reader:

can you blame me? i bought lace undies, what was i supposed to do?

seen at 9:53 am

puppy gyu <;3:

uh, yes i can blame you. i had to run to the bathroom for like 3 years and had to make an excuse to my boss about why i took so long.

seen at 9:53 am

reader:

you could've just not looked at them? i mean, that's all im saying.

seen at 9:55 am

puppy gyu <;3:

dont even. that logic also applies to u rn. 💀

seen at 9:55 am

reader:

🧍🧍

seen at 9:56 am

reader:

shut up ur just hot.

seen at 9:56 am

puppy gyu <;3:

ur hot too???? 🤨

seen at 9:57 am

reader:

jashsaaadskjgfhajdkahshdaskoqwdjqod

seen at 9:58 am

puppy gyu <;3:

im not wrong. dont even try to deny it.

seen at 9:59 am

reader:

🖕

seen at 10:01 am

puppy gyu <;3:

🥰🥰🥰🥰

seen at 10:02 am

reader:

ill be home at 3 pm <3

seen at 10:02 am

puppy gyu <;3:

i love u, be home soon <33

seen at 10:02 am

reader:

i love u too <33

seen at 10:03 am

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it seemed like ages before your shift ended. you almost broke your heels running the marathon back to your car in the parking lot. you also mindlessly hit your face into multiple tree branches on the way. being mingyu-tall has both its benefits and its consequences. you got to (affectionately) make fun of everyone being shorter than you. once for woozi's birthday you and mingyu took shifts on carrying woozi on your shoulders throughout the day to let him see the world from your perspectives. aside from that, you narrowly evaded breaking multiple traffic laws in an attempt to rush home, your now-drenched panties and aching cunt practically seeping onto your carseat.

the moment you opened the door to your shared home, you kicked off your shoes that went flying somewhere, threw your purse onto the ground (albeit vintage and extremely expensive), and usain bolt-ed your way to your shared bedroom, where mingyu was currently laying on your bed staring at his phone, grey sweatpants hung dangerously low, the invisible tshirt displaying his toned upper body, and messy, wet hair from a recent shower. you could've came right then and there from the marvelous sight. you made your way to your closet to change out of your horrendously uncomfortable however stylish and honestly really awesome suit, into something more comfortable.

although, that was cut short. mingyu soundlessly heaved himself up from the bed and walked over to where you were, enveloping you with his ginormous arms, resting his chin onto your shoulder,

"just leave it on. im gonna take it off soon anyway," gyu mumbled into your shoulder, his hand creeping to hold your almost-equally large hands, and of course, his bricked up breeder-pisser hybrid 3000 pressing into your ass, currently making conversation with it. after a second or two of aimless chatter, you nod and you make way to your bed again, hands still intertwined. he gently (since you'd [lovingly] murder him if he damaged your suit in any shape or form) stripped you of your clothes, leaving you almost bare in front of him,

"seriously? you're wearing the lace shit you tormented me with less than a week ago?" he sighed in fake-dissapointment, mingyu was obviously turned on by the black lace complimenting your features, made even more evident soon after when he groaned, "i hate how fucking good you always look, especially in places when i can't take you somewhere and really love you," he buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowly beginning to grind into you. your breathing got heavier and you swore could feel your slick seeping onto gyu's sweatpants. unfortunately, gyu noticed too,

"fuck, did i really make you that wet? and at work? damn," he laughed,

"at least i didn't have to flee the scene and give myself a quickie," you raised your eyebrow, and gyu, sighing, shook his head and hastily kissed you with blatant need. your lust growing by the passing second, you hungrily returned the kiss. as gyu switched from grinding to dog-in-heat-like humping, it made his nickname way way more sinister,

"fuck, you really are like a puppy aren't you?" you groaned, your high slowly inching closer and closer to you. mingyu moaned at the name, and continued with his string of moans, increasing in volume and frequency, your re-connected lips muffling most of it. as gyu also was approaching his orgasm, he increased his humping speed and kissed you with more need. soon, he came, you following suit shortly after,

"you're so hot, you know that?" gyu panted,

"you're not so bad yourself," you smiled, catching your breath. after a minute or so of panting and all of that, you both removed the remainder of your clothing. by the time you were both completely naked in front of each other, mingyu was already hard again, and you looked at his dick and chuckled,

"sorry, you're just too irresistible," gyu smiled, showing off his pretty canines, and you quickly kissed him to shut him up. he groaned into the kiss, before seperating it only to look at you for consent to continue. the moment you gave him the green light with a small "yeah go ahead" and a quick nod, he lined himself up with your sopping cunt and slowly entered, your previous release plus your juices in general aiding him enter you,

"shit, and after all of this time, you're still so fucking tight. you're gonna kill me one day," he whined, making you giggle. mingyu began moving soon, setting a slow pace that quickly eased into him beginning to shamelessly pound into you. gyu continuously let out strangled and choked moans from simply how good you felt, and you groaned at how he was slamming into your g-spot so deliciously with every single thrust. you were both quickly approaching your releases, and with gyu moving one hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, he moved the other to trace small, but firm and deliberate circles around your clit. the sudden spark of pleasure made you choke out a low moan.

after gyu's thrusts got more and more sloppy and his circles around your clit became more disfigured ovals, you finally reached your orgasm, letting out a loud groan, your walls clamping onto mingyu's dick, bringing him to his release as well. as your cunt milked his dick, he slowing began to pull out, you both hissing from the sensitivity. you collapsed onto the bed, panting, and staring at the bland ceiling. mingyu shuffled his way to the bathroom to clean himself up before getting a towel to gently clean you up as well. when he got to your cunt, he was stuck in thought for a few seconds, before sticking two of his perfect digits into your hole, shoving his cum and yours further into it. you winced from the sensitivity before he murmured a small apology, later tenderly kissing your forehead and cleaning the rest of you up. then, he climbed into bed with you again, later ordering takeout, watching a ton of movies with you, and then cuddling (plus sleeping) the rest of the day away.

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[https-sen]

Haikyuu Bf's and S/O Who Gets Injured

a/n: i didnt proofread it because im a fuckin lazy idiot so pls tell me if there are any errors </3 idk what to post so someone, anyone PLS GIVE ME ASKS OR REQUESTS PLSPLSPLS 😭😭 anyways, to help support my small acc you can give me a follow, reblog and like!! it helps me out bunches ^^

Masterlist

Yamaguchi:

"Tadashi don't worry about me, I'm fine!", you assured the panicking sweetheart preventing you escaping his grasp of care as he scrambles to find a med kit for your scraped knee and elbow. "No!! Nononono!!! You keep hurting yourself and I am NOT gonna let that slide! Besides, it might get infected and lead to more problems. You can sit out of the game just for 15 minutes can't you? And it's just a practice match, don't get too worked up over it.", he scolds your stubborness and disinfect your scars before bandaging them. "Alright, alright! If it makes you less anxious darling, I won't protest. And I won't get too ahead of myself either.", you ruffled his hair and kissed his flustered cheeks. When he was done you thanked your living boyfriend and was ready to head off into the match but a hand stopped you from leaving. "Be careful next time..", he mumbles, hugging you before he let's you go practice with your teammates.

Hinata:

"Y-Y/N! Are you okay?? Your legs are so bruised!!", he panics as he rushed over to you. "I'm okay, Sho! It's nothing major, I get these all the times whenever I practice.", you told your worried boyfriend as he inspects your legs before pouting as he looked at your face. "It's not okay! Don't go back in the court yet. I'll go get some ice for you, in the mean time sit tight and wait for me to get back.", he told you before scurying off to who knows where. You sighed at your precious little red head who was overreacting. "I'm.. back?", he noticed you weren't where he last saw you. You were in the practice match but the only difference is that here are more bruises especially on your arms. "Y/N!!! STOP AND GET HERE RIGHT NOW!", he shouted enough to get everyone's attention. (After he got a scolding from both Daichi and Coach Ukai) He treated your bruises as he lectured you for not listening to him, frowning as you laughed at his expression. "It's not funny! Be more careful next time, you're really pretty but bruises doesn't fit your aesthetic."

Atsumu:

"AH! Angel, are ya okay??", he dashes over to you despite Osamu's advice not to. You got hit in the face and there was a serious bruise near your left eye. "I'm fine Tsum, I've been through worst. Don't worry, I'll get fixed in a split and be okay!", reassuring the worried blonde twin that was grabbing your face to examine your eye. "Nope! You're comin' with me, whether ya want to or not.", he declared as he carried you to he bleachers. "C'mere lemme put an ice pack there so it won't swell.", he told you as he concentrates on helping you before you scurry back into the game. He didn't seem like the type to be very caring about these situations but he was worried sick to the point you sat on his lap as he healed you, embarrassingly sweet in your perspective. You quietly laughed as he got a lecture from the coach and got bonked on the head by Kita when they were clearly not allowed to interfere within matches.

Sakusa:

"Oof!!", you grunted as you fell on the court during your practice match with your team. You noticed his 'Omi Alarm' went off just from the glance you took at the figure now sprinting in your direction. "Dove, are you okay? Do you need bandaids? Can you get up? Are you hurt anywhere else? Does it hurt to talk? Do you think you can let me take care of that bad scar??", he shot the questions only for you to gawk at him at your pretty much minor injury. It was just a small little scar that looked like a papercut but he was so concerned about it that it made you glad he cared. "I'm fine Omi, it's just a minor injury! And to answer all your questions at once, I'm perfectly okay and there's nothing out of the ordinary that's making me feel pain that leads it to an uncomfortable state.", you kissed the forehead of the anxious curly haired boy standing infront of you. He did NOT let you get off that easily and still insist to disinfect it. On the plus side, you got a pastel yellow bandaid with ducks on your chin that makes your outfit look cute since it went with the vibe.

[shorkbrian]

Dizzy

Prelude - I had such a hard time coming up with a scenario. I maybe might be stuck in a mud pile here and it’s sucking away any sort of brian I had and taking my writing ability with it. please excuse all errors my dear readers. I don’t really proofread, i just write and then post cause monkey brian wants it done now hurr durr. ANYWAYS Kiri here finally decides to make a move on the pretty pal that is now in their college friend group. reader is obvs not into it, but as long as reader doesn’t outright say no, he thinks it’s okay and that they’re just shy and sensitive. (Which btw yikes yikes yikes don’t do anything without consent. Even touching. Consent is required irl periodt)

Prompt - No prompt this time, just thinking about the sweet anon that asked for a S/O with a sensitive body.

Pairing - Kirishima Eijirou x reader

Warnings - Pretty nsfw themes throughout. 

Music -  https://youtu.be/gBRi6aZJGj4

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Hands pulled you flush against a large, muscular body, spinning you so that your back was against the wall. You felt disoriented, trying to make rational sense of the sights, sounds, and sensations assaulting your body. Kirishima was palming roughly at your chest with one hand, his other inching towards the space between your legs. Hot kisses were pressing into your neck, feeling your skin move as you tried to twist away from the groping hands, unbidden tears creeping up into your eyes.

“Kirishima-! Pl-plea—se-”

Kirishima pressed his forehead against your collarbone, breathing heavily. “ ‘m sorry I can’t go slower....... it’ll be okay though, yeah? Just lemme - lemme make you feel good.”

It sounded like he was begging, his lips once again returning to mouth wetly at your neck.  You wiggled against the body keeping you trapped against the wall, but it was useless; Kirishima was so much bigger and stronger than you were -  he was easily able to keep you pinned.

You didn’t even think the redhead liked you that way. Your roommate Mina had introduced you to her friend group, and they immediately accepted you as one of their own (except for the hothead Bakugou, who seemed to hate everything. The other told you to ignore his jabs and insults). You all seemed to run in different circles, but you quickly became comfortable with everyone and absolutely loved them all. You enjoyed hanging out with the group, going to see movies and getting together for ice cream or video game marathons. Whenever you settled down in Denki’s apartment for said marathons (he had the best set-up),  you opted to sit on the floor instead of of squished together on the couch with the others. Kirishima would always shout over the whooping and yelling of Sero and Mina that you should come sit next to him; he always saved you a seat in these situations, but you knew your boundaries.

There was no indication that Kirishima had feelings for you. Sure, the man liked to pay for your food when you all went out, but he did that for everyone.  He would try to sling his arm over your shoulder as the group walked around the lake in the park, but he didn’t seem miffed when you always shrugged him off; Bakugou didn’t like being touched either. Sometimes Kirishima would show up at your college dorm, claiming that the campus coffeeshop had accidentally made him an extra coffee and it just happened to be your favorite, but that didn’t mean he liked you! He would often run errands for Mina, showing up in your shared dorm at odd times to drop off food or clothes or whatever Mina had him buy.  He was just a kind, considerate dude, who loved his friends! (You pointedly chose not to remember all the awkward times he had shown up in yours and Mina’s dorm to drop something off and you had been barely clothed, or just getting out of the shower. You figured neither you nor Kirishima wanted to think about those times. ((You were wrong))).

It was well known that Kirishima wasn’t amazing in school - his strength was more physical, the man competing as a scholarship athlete in wrestling. You had been to one of his matches and it was almost scary at how strong and /ferocious/ you had seen Kirishima get as he grappled with his opponent. Kirishima was amazing at what he did, and you couldn’t believe the redhead hadn’t told you how good he actually was. Mina said Kiri had always been like that - determined and quiet about his goals and the things he knew he could succeed in.  He was humble, unlike Bakugou who bragged and puffed out his chest at every opportunity.

Had you been surprised when Kirishima had called you in a panic, babbling something about Bakugou refusing to help him study and Kiri didn’t understand what the book was talking about and could you /please/ come over and help because you were the smartest person he knew? Not really. Were you surprised to find that he had a house off-campus, where he lived with his parents? Yes, Kirishima didn’t really ever talk about where he lived.  It wasn’t far, but Kiri insisted on coming to pick you up. The ride there was pleasant, the two of you chatting and laughing about how Sero had singlehandedly shut down the chem building because Denki had convinced him to make something (you weren’t sure what) and there had been a small explosion.

He was fun to tutor. He just needed a bit more explanation than the teachers provided, and you were more than happy to help. After studying for an hour and a half, Kirishima thumped his head down on the table and groaned, claiming he needed a break. You had agreed, and Kirishima had gotten up and led you to the kitchen, where you pulled out two sodas and sat down at the island. The two of you had begun talking, and somehow it had strayed into each other’s love lives. Kirishima seemed very interested in yours, brushing aside every question you had for him and focusing on you. It had come out that you had never really kissed anyone, even though you were a sophomore in college. 

“Aww, poor little baby, never been kissed.” Kiri had teased. ‘Y’know, I wouldn’t mind teaching you. I’m really good with my mouth.”

His wink threw you off and you had blushed, stammering out a weak, respectful refusal.

“C’mon, you’ve gone all your life without having a hot makeup ‘sesh! With someone as hot as you, that’s practically a crime.”

Kirishima had slid closer to you, lowering his voice as he leaned in close.

“I won’t hurt you, you can trust me (Y/N). I know how to treat a girl right. It’ll feel good, Y’know? Mmhm, I can teach you some other things too, if you like.”

You didn’t like where he was going with that.

“I uh, think I need to go home now? Mina’s probably worried and I need to wake up early tomor-“

Kiri rose as you did, quickly stepping forward to crowd you against the kitchen island as he gave a short huffing laugh.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ve been kind enough to tutor me, now let me return the favor.”

He had surged forward then, mouth meeting yours. You had squeaked in surprise, eyes going wide as strong hands came to rest on your hips. Everything felt weird, this was happening too fast. Kirishima didn’t even like you? You pushed against his chest as hard as you could, struggling to separate the two of you.

“Kiri, we shouldn’t- I don’t think-“

“Don’t think then.  It’ll be fine, okay?”

That had all lead up to now, where he had you against the wall, kissing your neck and groping your chest. You felt dizzy, there were too many sensations and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. His other hand gently pressed towards your crotch, your hand flying down to block him entrance in between your legs. 

“Kirishima… You- yo- your parents!”

You gasped quietly. Maybe the man would come to his senses and let you go. Or maybe you could scream for Mr. and Mrs. Kirishima and they would come rescue you. You hoped Kiri would just let you go; having to call for his parents would be humiliating. Would they even believe you? Would Kirishima shove himself away before they could come around the corner?  

“What? Oh, they’re on vacation…. You could stay for the next couple of days. Yeah, I think it’d be nice if you stayed for a little bit. I can show you so much, make you feel so good!”

Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t scream. You felt too overwhelmed and there was so much going on that you couldn’t focus on hardly anything, let alone trying to scream your lungs out. The world felt fuzzy.

Kirishima easily batted your hand aside to dip his own in between your legs. He began rubbing at your crotch, slowly, sensually. His other hand came up to pull down the collar of your shirt so he could mouth at your collarbone, and you panicked.

“KirishIMA, wa-wait!”

Kirishima paused for a second at your cry. You figured you sounded genuinely distressed as he pulled away from you, retracting both of his hands to look at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. Now that his hands weren’t on you, you were able to re-center your thoughts, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Kiri……. I like being friends with you. I-I can’t go this far with you, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. Why were you apologizing? He was the one making you uncomfortable, touching you without asking and not stopping when you asked. It was easier to think when he wasn’t touching you.

“Why not?”

He pressed close to you again, and you shrank back as far as you could, plastering yourself to the wall. When you looked up at him, his eyes were dark. “I wanna be yours, wanna have a relationship with you. I could be so good for you, treat you so well. Just give me a chance (Y/N)”

You shivered. A relationship with Kirishima wouldn’t be horrible. He was nice, kind, funny. But you didn’t want to get physical.

“I….. I’m too sensitive…..”

Kiri froze. “What does that mean?”

“I, well……… Uh I don’t know how to explain really-“

Kiri crowded you further, pressing his chest against yours and craning his neck down to glare into your eyes.

“No, tell me what that means. Help me understand.”

You were too scared to refuse.

“Theres…..I’ve never been kissed before because my body is just too-too sensitive. Whenever people touch me I feel all tingly and it’s too much and I can’t focus and the world just feels blurry and everything feels fuzzy and it’s so much. That’s why I hate hugs, and sitting together with everyone at Denki’s, and when people touch me. I don’t….. I don’t know, it just feels weird and I don’t know how to deal with it I guess…..”

You trailed off, glancing up at Kirishima to find him staring down at you intensely.

Kirishima felt like drooling. He could only imagine what you’d look like when he was inside of you, when he touched you and played with you and licked and sucked at every inch of your skin. You would be so frazzled, crying and whining in overstimulation just from a simple kiss.  He wanted to see that, wanted to see you thrashing and whimpering because of him, because of what he would do to you. Kirishima had liked you ever since Mina had introduced you to the group, and had just assumed that you were playing coy, or hard-to-get when you brushed off his casual touches. He was an extremely touchy person after all. But to learn that the reason you refused to let him touch you was because your body was too sensitive? Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

You gasped as Kirishima suddenly grabbed your shirt and pulled, the fabric shredding like paper.  

“Kirishima! Wha-“

His mouth devoured yours in a searing kiss; you could feel his sharp teeth occasionally brush against your lips as he hungrily breathed in every protest you tried to utter. Hands smoothed down your shoulders, dropping to grab at your chest roughly before moving down to grab your hips. In a sudden movement, Kirishima had you in the air, holding your waist and moving your legs so they hung loosely around his hips. You broke from his kiss with trouble, gasping for breath as Kirishima began walking.

“Kiri! Wa—it where are we-? Where are we….. going?” You didn’t feel so good. Kirishima had begun kissing along your cheeks, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could reach as he walked, his strong arms holding you up.

“You’re gonna wanna lay down, I don’t want you to pass out and hit your head when I eat you out.”

He bit down onto your shoulder, making you scream into his neck before you could tell him to put you down.

“Ohhhh, you’re gonna feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you, I can’t believe I get to be your first (Y/N).  You already feel so, so good against me baby………….”

Through the confusion, you realized with disgust that you could feel a blunt hardness underneath you, rubbing up against your backside with every step Kirishima took. You wanted to fight, to scream in his ear and bit his nose and punch and kick and swear. You felt so weak. Everything was happening so fast and you couldn’t focus and you were crying and he was touching you and you felt dizzy and-

“I’ll be so gentle, don’t worry….. It’s gonna be okay. I want you to feel just as good as I do, I love you so much (Y/N)……”

You ignored the rest of his babbling, the only thing you were able to focus on was the steady drip of tears as the slid down your face. You watched as they dripped onto Kirishima’s shirt, dampening the fabric. 

You felt so sleepy. 

You felt so sick.

[maggicsorceress]

Fair warning, I think all of the prompts I’ve come up with so far involve one or both of the twins, if you’d like me to be more diverse, let me know pls 😅

Prompt: Dream and Ink attempting to cook together

I’m all good with the disaster twins hon don’t you worry about it! They’re so fun to write! 😂💜💜

This prompt sounds so cute ngl, I’m just gonna get right into it. (Baking counts as cooking right? If you want me to write them burning a chicken lemme know 😂)

I don’t own any of these babies, just the writing!

~

“Are you sure we need a large bowl for this?”

Dream squinted down at the recipe, eyebrows furrowed as he read over the list of ingredients. “It says we need to mix the dry ingredients with the wet ones. Shouldn’t we have two bowls?”

“Nah!” Ink called as he came sauntering out of the pantry, carrying a large bag of flour with several other smaller bags stacked on top of them. “We’re going to be putting it all together right? So, why does it matter the order we do it in?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works...” Dream muttered.

“Relax.” Ink said. “It’s just a cake, how hard can it be?”

Dream shrugged as he helped take a few of the things from Ink’s grasp, not trusting the artist to not drop everything unceremoniously onto the counter top and, most likely, tear the bag of flour.

Ink’s kitchen was rather big for the apartment he and his boyfriend occupied. There was a walk-in pantry lined with shelves, a large oven with an equally large range hood coming out of the ceiling above it, and more counter space and cabinets than Ink knew what to do with. However, the size of it all made it easy for the two occupants of the kitchen to not be invading each other’s space all the time. Dream wondered if it was a design choice or just a happy accident, given the other person living in the apartment with Ink.

The reason they were baking a cake, or at least trying to, was because Blueberry’s birthday was the next day and, to be brutally honest, they would rather do literally anything else than eat whatever baking or cooking disaster their friend had thrown together for the occasion. That being said, neither Dream nor Ink had ever baked a cake from scratch before, although Dream had baked a pie once, with his brother about two years ago, so he assumed that he had enough experience to lead this...experiment.

That didn’t stop him from staring down at the recipe in confusion when he read the next few lines of instructions.

“Ink? How do we separate egg yolks from the rest of the egg?”

Ink looked up from where he crouched, wrangling an electric mixer from its spot in one of the lower kitchen cabinets, and shrugged.

“Does it say that?” Ink asked.

“Yeah.” Dream said. “We’re supposed to beat the egg whites until they’re fluffy and add them to everything later.”

Ink’s eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. “How late is ‘later’?”

“After everything is mixed together.” Dream said, pausing for a moment to read the recipe again. “But before it goes in the oven.”

“Psssh!” Ink blew a raspberry and raised a hand, waving away Dream’s question. “It’s going in anyway, it shouldn’t matter if we separate them or not.”

“But the recipe says-“

“Recipe sesame!” Ink said as he heaved the large metal contraption up onto the counter they currently occupied. “Don’t worry so much about sticking to what it says! So long as we put everything in, the cake will taste great!”

Dream wasn’t entirely sure, but Ink did have a point, the ingredients were all going into the same thing. So, he decided to just watch Ink set up the electric mixer. Ink handed him a medium aluminum bowl, one made to fit in the mixer.

“Start putting all the dry ingredients in this.” Ink instructed. “Then put the bowl in the mixer and turn it on a little bit using the knob at the back.” He attached a small metal whisk to the contraption. “I’m gonna head to the pantry real quick. We need vanilla.”

Dream did as he was instructed, measuring a few cups of flour and sugar into the bowl, followed by a teaspoon or two of baking powder. Then, he placed it under the mixer, turning the bowl to the right until it was secure. He reached around the machine for the knob and, not really knowing how an electric mixer worked, cranked it. The machine started up, whisking wildly, and flung flour and sugar out of the bowl, covering the counter and getting all over Dream. Dream yelped and shut it off, just as Ink came wandering out of the pantry. The artist took one look at Dream’s flour covered self and burst out laughing. Dream flushed and pouted, but he found himself giggling before long.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Dream defended, brushing himself off. “I don’t know how your stupid mixer works!”

“What!” Ink wheezed. “What did you use to make a pie?!”

“My hands!” Dream laughed. “Like you’re supposed to!”

Ink fell to his knees, holding his sides. “I can’t-I can’t breathe!”

Dream laughed loudly for a long minute, bent double over the counter. Then, a mischievous grin overtook his face and he reached a hand into the bowl, pulling out a handful of flour and sugar. He took a step towards Ink and threw the handful at him, the white powder getting all over Ink’s shirt and hair.

Ink was momentarily stunned, slowly raising his head to stare up at Dream, before a smile broke out on his face and he stood up. He reached a hand into the bowl and flung some flour at Dream.

Before long, the two of them had devolved into a full blown war in the kitchen. Flour coated their clothing, dusted their hair, and they were slipping on it as they darted around the tiled floor. They were so caught up in their playful fighting that they didn’t notice the apartment door opening and closing as a third person entered.

“What the actual fuck?” A voice broke through their chase. Both Dream and Ink whirled around to see Error standing in the living area, arms crossed over his chest, looking incredibly annoyed. Ink just giggled.

“Hey, Error.” Ink called. “Welcome home!”

“Don’t you ‘welcome home’ me, asshole!” Error said. “I just cleaned this kitchen yesterday!”

Ink and Dream shared a sheepish smile.

“We’ll...” Dream started, shifting awkwardly. “Clean it up?”

“You better.” Error said. “And make sure the idiot doesn’t slack off.”

Error disappeared down the small hallway next to the kitchen and, only when they heard the sound of a door shutting, did Ink and Dream burst out laughing.

[sworn-unbeliever]

16 - Lucubration

((For some context, Teremy + Reonora’s gang had their adventures in Norvrant and have all arrived back at the source here. Reonora had asked Teremy to work at Fortunes & Fancies for the next 45 days three months. So this entry is part of Teremy working there.))

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Joey stood on top of the counter and cleared his throat. “Due to an influx of customers suddenly showing up at once and coincidentally wanting their commissions done within--” Joey flipped open his notebook, “--the next three days, I’m calling this morning meeting to organize and delegate tasks. So...” He paused again as his red eyes scanned his notes. “Reo, due to your knowledge of where everything is, and the nature of this job requiring many gathered and crafted objects from this and that occupation, you’ll be in charge of helping the free company do sweatshop--er, workshop stuff.”

Reonora tilted her head and patted herself, smiling. “You can count on me!”

“Teremy, since you’re a carpenter and blacksmith specialist, you’re the only one who can make these Tsukuyomi weapons. Specifically, the client wants a Tsukuyomi’s Moonlit Cane and Tsukiyomi’s Moonlit Great Axe. They already handed over the celestial kimono remnant. All that’s left is to gather the rest of the materials yourself and make the thing. Oh, and a manor cello.”

Teremy arched an eyebrow. “What does a manor cello have to do with anything?”

“The client wants it as part of their collection, I guess,” said Joey.

“And drying the wood?”

“I’ll take care of that. Just leave the spruce lumber with Rosemary and I’ll dry it out at some point within the next three days.”

“Sounds good.”

“As for me,” Joey scrunched up his face in a way only a lalafell could, “I’ll take care of the dance troupe costumes. Sequins. Why sequins.” He shook his head. “And Rosie, that leaves you to take care of the store. You okay with that?”

Rosemary nodded. “Mm! I’ll do my best.”

Joey clamped his book shut. “All right. You all know what you have to do. Feel free to ask me anything if you have any questions. Dismissed.”

Reonora picked up Rosemary, gave the plainsfolk a smushing hug and kisses to the cheek, then scoured Rosemary’s inventory for any items she had onhand. As Joey reopened his notebook to even begin counting the number of materials he needed, including sequins, he glanced over to see Teremy looking down at his own books. One hand on his hip, the other holding a book of carpenter recipes, the miqo’te frowned pensively. Joey was about to ask what was the matter, but Teremy spoke first.

“Tsukuyomi… you said?” Teremy asked.

“That’s right.”

“I can’t find any recipe that bears her name.”

Joey froze. “What? Lemme see that.”

Teremy moved closer to the counter and held out the book for Joey to see. Standing beside the miqo’te, Joey turned the pages of Teremy’s crafting manual.

“I see what’s the matter. You have the master recipes book? It’s the sixth one,” said Joey.

Teremy glanced at Joey blankly. “... master recipes?”

“You don’t have any of the master recipe books?”

“Unless these recipes fell out of my brain from years of experience, then no. First time I’ve heard of such a thing.”

“And let me guess. No folklore books either?”

“Such knowledge failed to fall out of my head the day I slept under a faerie apple tree. I deeply regret my error.”

Reonora passed by the two in the background, materials already collected. “He’s your protege, Joey. You agreed to show him the ropes.” She waved and left the store.

A chime rang as the door closed. All Joey could do was inhale reality, exhale frustration.

“I’ll start from the top and then tell you where to get them.”

* * *

Zhloe clapped her hands together and raised a foot, her face lighting up with such pure happiness that her smile may as well be the sun. “Oh, Teremy, these items are so beautiful! But no, I must think of the children. Thank you, thank you so much! This is not much, but it’s all I can give you.”

Teremy scooped up the armsful of yellow scrips. “Your happiness is enough. Yours and the… orphans…”

“Yes, and clothes--no, food! Ah! By the way, speaking of food, did you want to stay for dinner? I promise I’ll give you the bigger half of my portion!”

Teremy took a step back. “You keep your food for yourself. You need it more than me. T-take care!”

Down in the depths of Sui-no-Sato, Kurenai smiled politely and bowed. “Such splendor, such beauty. Your--” Her gaze quickly moved away from his chest to the objects in his hands, “--works never fail to impress me. Please take this gift of scrips in return.”

Teremy bowed and responded in Hingan, “The least I can do to help the cause.” Although Kurenai spoke Doman, he understood her somewhat as one who spoke a different dialect of the same language. And same for Kurenai in return. He hadn’t spoken his native language in awhile and doing so made him feel a little happy on the inside.

“I shall be looking forward to your subsequent return, if you will grace us with your presence again.” Kurenai bowed again.

“Wherever the wind will carry me.”

As Teremy turned around to leave, thankfully he had no clue as to Kurenai peering over at his two shapely ‘cloud pearls.’ All the miqo’te heard was a smack from Sanana’s hand. “Keep your eyes off the guys and on the prize!”

Thanks to the yellow scrips, Teremy now left Rhalgr’s reach with both the aforementioned master recipe book, as well as books of folklore native to Othard and Gyr Abania. One third of the battle done.

* * *

“Chromite Ore. A decent-sized piece of rock containing the metal chromium.” Teremy read out loud while dodging several demons. “Self-explanatory.”

Book in one hand, gunblade in the other, and with his face completely engrossed in the book of Othardian folklore, Teremy’s instincts took over in the heat of battle. He spun and weaved around any threat that dared come close to him in Haukke Manor. A couple of cuts from his gunblade was all he needed to disperse the voidsent from whence they came.

“Chromium. Difficult to discern from a single glance. Dark grey to black in colour. Slightly magnetic.”

The manor sentry screeched at him as his fire-endowed gunblade sank into its person. With an indignant flap of his wings, said sentry flew off to open the ritual spell blocking the door. But Teremy’s destination was elsewhere, namely the room of which said manor sentry hung out in itself. Teremy opened the chest and was greeted by two pots of manor varnish. Exactly what he needed.

* * *

“Rhea. A variety of ramie better suited to the climes of Far Eastern Othard.” Teremy glanced at the picture beside the descriptive text. “Compared to the usual ramie, rhea has smaller leaves green on the underside. Huh. Good to know.”

Teremy placed planks of spruce lumber by Rosemary as instructed. He petted her on the head and sauntered off to his next destination, his nose still stuck in the folklore book.

* * *

“Torreya Log. A rough cut of torreya timber. Then what the hell is a torreya tree--”

“Ignoring us would be your greatest folly!” cried Ascian Prime.

Teremy was sure he felt a tickle of… something. He merely summoned a small barrier around him in the form of a technique called Rampart and allowed the damage to brush off of him. Gunblade in one hand, book in the other like his previous run through Haukke Manor, his body moved on its own while he buried his face in the folklore book.

“Torreya, a genus of conifers. Spiky leaves. Destined to prick you before you prick them. Ah. All right. What a prick.” Teremy muttered as he stepped into a black portal for safety.

One he stepped out of the area, he found himself rewarded with enough poetic tomestones to appease Rowena’s employees. Bone charcoal and demicrystals acquired.

* * *

Torreya Log. The Lochs. Six o’clock. Teremy found said tree at the peak of its gathering time at some point in the evening. Thanks to the description, he recognised the tree’s needle-like leaves immediately. Hacking away with his patented axe--he trusted his faithful warrior’s axe more than he would a botanist’s tool, he acquired as many logs as this tree allowed him to have.

“Tsukuyomi’s Moonlit Cane. Three torreya lumber, two rhea cloth, 2 molybdenum ingot, one celestial kimono remnant, five demicrystal.”

Chromite Ore. The Peaks. Ten o’clock. Teremy brought a small magnet with him. When not latching onto his pickaxe, the magnet did do the job of detecting the relevant ore. Once again, Pick Clean, Blessed Harvest II, and as many ores as this node allowed him to have. He gave up with the magnet after awhile and left it hooked on one of the ores.

“Tsukuyomi’s Moonlit Greataxe. Three chromite ore. Two palladium ingot. Two palladium nugget… which makes how many nuggets? Hrm. One celestial kimono remnant, five demicrystal.”

Rhea. The Azim Steppe. Twelve o’clock. As someone accustomed to working with ramie, Teremy found the plant easily. Sure enough, smaller leaves green on the underside. Just like the other two folklore materials, he gathered as many leaves as he could.

“Manor Cello. Two manor varnish, one glazenut, four spruce lumber, four cobalt ingot, one dew thread. Interesting. Dew thread for strings.”

Teremy closed the master recipe books.

“Now for all the rest of that good shit.”

* * *

He returned to Fortunes & Fancies late at night. Reonora had locked the door, but Teremy had a key. He excused himself to no one on particular and turned on the lights as he entered. The planks of spruce lumber now laid by the side of the counter with a note in Joey’s handwriting. Drying done.

Teremy had all the materials he needed to start work. He rolled up his sleeves and pulled out his own list of items to make. Starting by propping the relevant master books up on the counter.

* * *

The fated third day had arrived. Reonora, Joey and Rosemary stood in front of the store bright and early. Reonora had no items onhand as all of her necessary materials went towards the free company workshop, but her clothes looked a little ragged and a few strands of white hair strung out of place. Joey dragged behind him a cart containing nothing but folded shimmering clothes and many sequins. Rosemary, who had to take care of customer service, had dark circles under her eyes.

“Have either of you heard from Teremy?” Reonora asked.

“I tried contacting him earlier but no answer.” said Joey.

“I hope he’s okay…” Rosemary looked down.

Reonora turned the door handle to her store.

The handle was open.

“Strange. I thought I had locked the door last night.” Reonora furrowed her brow.

Rosemary waved her hands. “Hopefully robbers didn’t come in!”

“Only one way to find out.”

The three entered the store. Thankfully everything seemed intact as usual. However, from the moment they entered, Reonora and Rosemary sensed a presence from downstairs from powerful, yet familiar energies. To Joey, who could only sense magic and therefore not this specific presence, heard soft, rhythmic breathing, also from downstairs. The trio headed downstairs and saw Teremy passed out on the couch. Beside him were all the items he had been requested to make, finished and gleaming from the highest quality possible.

[justlightthefirstspark]

As promised, my analysis/opinion/thought piece on today’s MUWFC game vs Spurs. Everything is chronological which I feel like should go without saying but in the interest of clarity 🤷🏽‍♀️ but not everything is tagged to the minute cause I am an idiot that didn’t realise that that would be helpful til like the 2nd half. Also, if I missed anything, or got players mixed up or anything pls lemme know and I’ll edit accordingly! I’ve never really done any from of sports based writing before (I don’t think tweets count lol) so pls be nice, merci 😘

Line up as follows, I guess this is pretty common knowledge but you know, coherency and such.

Tbh it was kinda hard to see *a lot* of this game, especially on the far side of the pitch and by both goals because of the weather, felt like I was watching Silent Hill for a little while there, but I did my best. My wifi is also horrendous atm, and we all know that the FA Player can be problematic so there’s a very good chance I might have missed something due to a lag or buffering btw. Just drop me an ask if you notice anything that mightn’t be quite right, and I’ll fix it asap! Some ~analysis~ (if you could call it that lol) is more detailed than other bits cause there was a lot happening and today I learned that it’s kinda hard to write one thing and watch another at the same time lol

First half:

Quick, fast and almost successful start. A much-needed improvement on the stagnancy vs Bristol a few weeks ago, and obviously we couldn’t see the midweek game vs Brighton so I can’t compare them.

I have to say I’m not a massive fan of all the back passes, all the time. I think a more attacking FB might be needed in the summer, or maybe Ökvist should be given some time to acclimatise to the WSL soon? I was never the biggest fan of Harris last season, I personally don’t think she’s fast enough – she gets outpaced down the flank by attackers 90% of the time, which isn’t good. I think A. Turner is the strongest FB option currently, at least defensively, and she’s shown she has a decent attacking ability, and has a wicked long ball, as well as crossing. My only issue is sometimes those tackles of hers can be a liability, giving away unnecessary fouls. It’s almost like she doesn’t think before she flies in sometimes, which is a shame, cause I love them. A lot.

There were a couple of really good chances in the first half, including a great ball in and run up from Galton, which should have resulted in probably the opening goal but whether it was as a result of the weather or just misjudged timing and placement from both Ross and Sigsworth, the chance went to waste. Groenen had an excellent chance to net her first for United but unfortunately sent it just wide. Another glorious link up between A. Turner and Galton led to another decent chance, a gorgeous cross in from the right to the opposite side of the box, and the perfect header which unfortunately was aimed straight at the keeper. Very unlucky to head in at the break with nothing.

There was an incredible double save from Earps around halfway through the first half. I have to say, I have some anxieties with her sometimes. She is quite good, but has a tendency to make some silly mistakes, and doesn’t always make the right call for a save. But my god she was on her game today, even if a potential error might have led to the first save. Didn’t disappoint me anytime she was called on this afternoon.

A few frustrations started to show around the 30 min mark, a few sloppy passes and challenges making the rounds. It was also around this time that I realized I’d picked a pretty poor game to start this thing on because I could barely see anything.

Zelem seems to be back in form, which can only be a good thing. But I would very much like it if somehow she could drag some of the other girls back up with her.

There were a fair few soft calls going Spurs way, which I wasn’t entirely convinced by. But then again I’m probably just naturally biased towards my girls.

Another great ball in to Sigsworth from A. Turner which was just *chefs kiss* but unfortunately came to nothing. There was also a spin move either to commit or avoid a challenge, I couldn’t really tell tbh, which was very impressive, as was her chase down on Mitchell at around 43 mins. (Amy’s my favourite player, can you tell?)

Booking for Kirsty Smith just before half time, but I gotta be honest I couldn’t see it due to the fog, so I have no idea what happened. Couldn’t find anything about it in the United post-match report either so apparently we’re just deleting that from the history of the earth which is completely fine by me to be honest.

Second half:

My main takeaway from this game is that both Sigsworth and Ross always seem to be looking for the same ball in the penalty area, and there very rarely seems to be anybody else around looking for a potential rebound. I think that James (who missed today’s game due to suspension) seems to be our main (only?) front line creator and finisher; Sigsworth is fine, that girl works like a dog and always gets the job done, I think she may have just needed another goal to boost her confidence, but I have no real concerns with her. Ross, however, I’m not entirely convinced by, I think a lot of her finishes have been a bit lucky and flukey so far. I’d start Toone over her for the rest of the season to be honest, Ross hasn’t done anything that tells me she deserves the starting place. Feel free to disagree with this of course, this is just my own personal opinion.

56 mins – confusion has entered the chat. McManus ends up pretty much through on goal, and then the ref whistles for what I assumed to be an offside. So naturally I nearly kicked my laptop out the window. The ref then awards a United penalty, and I’m even more confused now than I was in the beginning. I genuinely didn’t see anything but did hear a few shouts from what I’m assuming was the United bench for handball, so I have no idea what happened here.

‘58 – GOAL. Who else? God bless Katie Zelem is all I’m saying.

‘61 – Hanson 🔁 Ross. I think this was a good swap. I don’t think Ross was particularly good today, and Hanson immediately sparked that RW. I would have subbed Ross off sooner but that’s my only issue.

’64 – GOAL – Sigsworth with a pretty perfect if slightly scruffy strike from a corner.

A much better corner than previous attempts, and Spurs hadn’t defended any of them particularly well. I think that we have a major issue with set pieces, I dunno what exactly the problem is, whether they need to allocate a new taker or whatever but before today had we scored from a corner all season? Lemme knowwww.

’65 – A few decent chances for Spurs around this time. One pretty clear run in from the right, and one or two shots bounced right of the crossbar and the post. Basically my heart stopped for about 8 mins.

’66 – I DO NOT WANT TO SEE BACK PASSES IN THE BOX AS OPPOSITION PLAYERS SWARM IN. CLEAR IT. I DON’T CARE WHERE IT GOES JUST GET IT OUT. (sorry for the caps but my anxiety was out in force this afternoon)

United started playing much better after both goals, think they just needed a kick up the arse. *Ahem* A confidence boost. 👀 Much better intensity for the final 30 mins than the previous 60 imo.

’68 – Another decent chance for Spurs, with Earps coming way too far off her line than sat right with me. Very lucky nothing came of that.

’69-72 – Around this time I started to get *very* confused between Amy and Abbie cause they both had yellow boots on and literally the only thing I could see on the far side of the pitch was feet. That was fun.

’73 – The wasteful corners made a return. Slightly less panicked about that one considering we were already 2-0 up but still, I would like to see the glaring set piece issue sorted asap thanks girls x

’75ish – Toone 🔁 Groenen. Man I love Jackie Groenen. She really has been immense for us so far, and there’s a definite difference in how we play without her.

’78 – Harris 🔁 M. Turner. I’ve said my piece about Harris above but man, can we take a second to appreciate Millie Turner. She never, ever stops. Literally the heart of our defence.

’86 – GOAL – Oh captain, my captain. Beautiful strike from a free kick just outside the box, with the perfect bend around the wall and subsequently the keeper to make it 3-0.

United were very obviously stronger in the second half, almost looked like a completely different team at times. Whether they just got the hairdryer treatment at the half (I would imagine Casey is terrifying when she’s mad.) or the goals gave them that spark they desperately needed to kick on, they definitely made up for all the missed chances in the first half.

’90 – 4 additional minutes.

’92 – Another United free kick. McManus found herself almost clear in (again!), but due to an unlucky fumble with the ball at her feet unfortunately nothing came from this one. Surely a 4th goal otherwise.

’93 – FIIIIIIIIGHT. Kinda. You love to see it. Spend a little while conducting some, scientific research 🌚 and have concluded that Toone was tackled from behind just as the ball left her feet, which led to the ~scuffle~. Have to say that Amy walking away with Ella was extremely 🥰🥰🥰 (This is my research - https://twitter.com/48hours8/status/1218896406020349953?s=21)

’94 – Red card for Tooney. I would assume for her reaction more than anything but the camera didn’t catch it so I guess we’ll never know. I would have thought a yellow would suffice, considering that’s all the Spurs player in question received, but apparently not. 🤔 I’m still kinda confused tbh.

’95 – Full time.

Thus concludes what was certainly an interesting match. Please enjoy this comparison of United vs Spurs chaotic energy from @danieljamesmufc

Also thanks for reading if you got this far, it’s a bit stop-starty and clunky cause I just wrote down thoughts and whatever as they came into my head and then pieced it all together later on. I also just wanna say that I was massively impressed with Smith today. She hasn’t had many chances to prove herself this season, but that combo of herself and Galton down the left was lethal today imo. 🔥

Some extra thoughts:

I’m not a huge fan (like, at all) of fans singing men’s orientated chants. Let the women’s rivalries develop on their own, in their own way, and don’t drag the vulgarities across! That said, I do think that particular group of United fans has the potential to be a very, very good thing.

Also, just wanna say that these are my girls, and I would die for every single one of them. None of my criticism is meant to be intentionally negative, I just tried to be as objective and realistic as possible, without being a fangirl lol. Even my faves aren’t immune to criticism unfortunately.

And this picture is now my favourite thing ever to exist

[raggydraws]

Heathertail?

Hello hello!! So sorry for the late answer! Heathertail is another character that I don't really ship with anyone?? I mean, I like her and she has some good ships but there aren't any that really catches my fancy? If y'all have any pls lemme know!

So for now some general headcanons for our Heather girl!

Heathertail

Middle child of Onestar and Whitetail, the most recognizable of his children. Had a lot of pressure on her shoulders to keep up her family's reputation.

Heatherpaw and Breezepaw were rivals, Breeze was really jealous of Heather's hunting and speed. (Plus she and Crow had a decent Mentor-Apprentice relationship and Breezepelt hated that he couldn't even get a passing glance from his father) The two argued a lot and once even got into an actual fight over it.

Heatherpaw and her brothers (Harepaw and Kestrelpaw) didn't get to spend much time together as apprentices and their respective relationships with their father made spending time together really awkward.

Heathertail in general isn't great with relationships? She never had great examples, her mother and father didn't really care for each other, Nightcloud and Crowfeather fought all the time, even Gorsetail had a mate outside of the clan. It takes a lot of trial and error for her to make a relationship work.

She likes to go on walks by herself! Winclan's territory has lots of Heather patches and you can always tell where she's been cause she comes back covered in the stuff.

So, I don't like how Breezepelt got away with all the shit he did, so, I kind of feel like his relationship with Heathertail is more like his Mother and Father's relationship. Having kits with the clan leader's daughter to make himself seem better, he cares about his daughters but he and Heathertail are strictly 'friends'.

[winteriron-trash]

The Fires We Were Forged In [Part 1]

A/N: Okay, I lied again. Here’s another canon-compliant Endgame story. Sort of, I guess. Yes, the Loki and Bucky story is coming soon, it’s still getting edited a bit but for now, I wanted to post this idea that came to me when I saw a post circling of texts Peter sent to Tony’s phone post-Endgame. (If someone has credit pls lemme know, I can’t find it) So, here this is. Stick through the angst for the ending, I promise it’s worth it. :) I can’t tell how many parts this will have without spoiling the ending, so just read on. I’m not self-centred about my writing but I promise this one is good.

Warning for Endgame spoilers and all that. Enjoy!

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Peter wasn’t the best at coping. In fact, if there were a scoreboard kept, he was pretty sure he’d come right in last at the worst at it.

And sure, no one blamed him. No one blamed anything except for themselves, really. Peter felt it in the looks anyone wore whenever… that name was mentioned. Everyone, even people who weren’t involved, found a way to blame themselves. Carol wished she’d been the one to use the stones. Rhodey wished he’d stopped Tony. Pepper wished she’d intercepted the gauntlet to keep it away from Thanos. Steve wished he hadn’t ripped the Avengers apart.

Everyone blamed themselves because really, how else were they supposed to cope? How else were they supposed to handle the fact that the Earth’s best defender was gone, and they had to live to watch him go?

It hurt. It hurt worse than the burn in Peter’s throat when he screamed himself raw. It hurt worse than the bloody, bruised, probably broken knuckles Peter got from angrily punching the stray suit he came across when they were cleaning the workshop out.

Peter was horrible at coping.

He was gone. Tony. Iron Man. Tony goddamned Stark, the man who’d built his own legacy with scrap metal and a genius smile. The man who believed in Peter when no one else would even look at him. The man who killed Thanos and saved the universe, even if it cost him his life.

The man who fucking left Peter alone and sobbing at last nights because why the hell did Peter deserve to lose another father figure? Let alone, one like Tony?

Peter blamed Tony, and that was maybe the worst part of it. Everyone else blamed themselves, but Peter saw through it. No matter who’d’ve done what, Tony was the one who had to do it. Strange even said so. Tony Stark had to die for the universe to live.

Fate was a cruel thing. And Peter blamed Tony for being selfless enough to comply with it.

Still, Peter didn’t hate Tony. He just… he missed him. Same as everyone else. Peter tried his best to put himself back together and move on. He was an Avenger now, that was his job.

And it wasn’t so bad. Morgan was adorable, Harley was cool when he wasn’t being a dick, and Nebula was so much kinder than her metal exterior let on. Peter had a new family, one that mourned with him and didn’t blame Peter when he had to leave the room whenever someone even said Tony’s name.

They understood. It was as infuriating as it was comforting. To be surrounded by pitying looks and shoulder pats and soft voices asking Peter if he was okay.

No, Peter was not fucking okay.

But he tried to be. He tried to cope and find what helped him feel a little saner and put together even in his worst moments. It wasn’t perfect, but it was all he had.

Peter’s best and possibly also worst coping mechanism ended up being texting Tony.

Well, not Tony. Tony’s old number, that was now just a void for Peter to scream into when he needed it.

Peter remembered when Tony gave him that number. The idea of having Tony Stark’s personal number in Peter’s own phone was something that had Peter bouncing off the walls for days. He relished in it, sending Tony constant texts that started out as Spider-Man updates, but digressed into just random things that happened to Peter and he felt the need to tell someone about.

And Tony always answered. To every single text. Sure, the answers were brief sometimes, just a few emojis and a ‘good job, kid’ if it was something like Peter telling Tony he aced a test. Sometimes the answers were longer, more heartfelt when Peter admitted he was scared of his role as a hero. Tony was always there.

So sometimes it was just nice to send a text to a dead number, and imagine what the response would be.

Peter would send anything, really. Some days it’d be test scores, the next it’d be a picture of Morgan attacking Harley with his own potato gun while Nebula tried to suppress a smile in the background. There’d be heartfelt texts, sometimes. Ones of Peter promising Tony how much everyone remembered him, and how his sacrifice was so worth it, seeing all the happy families reunited.

Peter thought if he promised Tony that his sacrifice was worth it, maybe Peter would start believing it too.

Even if Peter could never really accept that the loss of a man that great could ever have a price.

Which was why Peter had his bad nights. His awful nights where everything hurt and all he wanted to do was destroy anything he could get his hands on, just hoping to feel something.

Those nights, the texts were angry. They were a jumble of words and letters of Peter yelling at Tony, demanding why he’d left his family behind, telling Tony that they didn’t fucking win, that nothing could ever be a win when Iron Man was dead. It was a desperate plea for help, at it’s core.

Peter was trying to pull his act together though. And it was going… well. He’d gone sixteen days, seven hours, and forty-three minutes since he was texted Tony’s dead number. The last text he’d sent had been out receiving his early acceptance letter from MIT. He was doing well.

But Peter was bad a coping.

So when a bad night came again, like they always did, Peter was curled up in the corner of his room, sobbing. He’d already punched a hole in his wall and broken a mirror. Peter ignored the glass. And the blood.

Instead, he grabbed his phone, with shaking hands, opening the last contact he should be opening like this.

Oh well.

The text Peter sent was hardly coherent. There were spelling errors, mixed up words. It didn’t matter. All that matter was the page long angry rant of pain as Peter yelled at Tony for leaving them all behind. Demanding that Tony come back, begging Tony to come back.

Why wouldn’t he come back? Why did everyone else get to come back?

Peter was crying so hard by the end of the text he wasn’t even sure if he sent send before chucking the phone onto his bed. He hugged his knees and sobbed, pushing himself further into the corner.

Peter hated everything. He hated Tony, he hated Thanos, he hated the Avengers, he hated Spider-Man, he hated-

The phone chimed.

Peter was so genuinely confused, he stopped crying for a second. His screen was lit, and from across the room, he could see the notification for a new text message.

Feeble, awful, senseless hope built in Peter as he crawled on his hands and knees through broken shards to grab the phone. It didn’t make sense, it couldn’t be him, but there was a part of Peter that wanted, so fucking badly. An awful selfish part that made Peter hold his breath as he took three tries to unlock his phone and open the message.

‘I’m really so sorry, but I just got this number. I think you’re looking for someone else.’

Oh.

Peter wanted to scream again.

The only thing he had left of Tony and even that had been taken away from him. The universe really did hate Peter, didn’t it?

With a soft sniffle, Peter managed to type out an apology and a promise to not contact the number again. Even as typing the words out made his heart feel like a twisted coil in his own chest.

‘It’s fine. You wanna talk about it? You seem like you need to let some stuff out.’

Peter paused. He did want to talk about it. Especially to someone who didn’t know him or anyone else that he knew. Just… a stranger.

‘Yeah. That sounds kinda nice.’

‘Cool. You’re talking about Iron Man, right? We all miss him. It hurts, having to see him everywhere but know he’s not really here.’

‘Yeah. It really sucks.’

‘Did you know him personally?’

‘He was my mentor, I guess. I looked up to him so much.’

‘Not to go out on a limb, but are you that spider kid in Queens people keep talking about? Everyone said that he went up into space with Iron Man when the first attacks came.’

‘It’s Spider-Man.’

‘I’ll take that as a yes.’

Peter didn’t realize his face was dry of tears until he smiled. Actually smiling, without hiding anything underneath it felt… nice. Really nice.

‘You can’t tell anyone you know Spider-Man. I’m an Avenger, you know.’

‘Like people would believe me anyway. An actual Avenger? Have you met Pepper Potts?’

‘Mrs Potts and I talk all the time. I’m really close with Morgan.’

‘Yeah, their kid, right? This has really gotta suck for her. Losing a hero is nothing like losing a father.’

‘I know how she feels. I think she understands it a lot more than people are willing to admit. No one wants her to have to grow up this fast.’

‘How can she not, being surrounded by superheroes like you?’

‘Fair point.’

Peter spent the rest of the night texting the… new person.

And the rest of the next night.

It became a kind of routine. Peter never asked anything about the person, and they never really offered the information. They both seemed fine with that, really. Even though Peter still didn’t have the heart to change the contact name, it didn’t hurt as much, or even at all some days, when he saw it. His new friend was funny and smart enough to keep up with Peter, always teasing him about whatever he was on the news for that week.

And always being there for Peter in his worst moments. In the moments where all Peter could manage to say was ‘I hate him I hate him I hate him’ over and over again until his fingers were numb, they stayed with him.

It was better than any therapy session Aunt May dragged Peter to.

Peter did feel bad about it, some days. Dumping all his problems on this random person, no matter how much they assured Peter that it was fine, as long as they were paid back in information about his suit. Which Peter didn’t care enough not to share because it was really cool, to be honest.

On the week Peter was packing up for MIT, he found himself complaining to them.

‘Moving for college sucks. It’s stress and too much work.’

‘Mood. I’m in my first year at MIT, it doesn’t get any better once classes start.’

‘Wait, really? MIT?’

‘Yup. Jealous, spider boy?’

‘Not really, it’s where I’m going too.’

‘For real? Nice job. He’d be proud of you, you know.’

Peter smiled softly at his phone. ‘Yeah, I know.’ He thought a quiet moment. ‘Hey, since I’ll be there in a week, how about we meet up?’

The few seconds it took for Peter’s message to be read, then to watch the typing were agonizing.

‘You sure you’re okay with some rando knowing your secret identity?’

‘You’ve helped me through so much, I feel like you already know me. Let’s go out for coffee, it’s the least I can do. Please?’

Another agonizing pause.

‘Fine. But I pick the coffee place.’

Peter grinned.

Peter and his texting buddy planned their coffee meet up for a few days after Peter officially moved into his dorm room. He’d sent a selfie so they would recognize him, which got Peter a snarky comment that he looked just as dorky under the mask that made Peter laugh.

If Peter thought the anxiety of moving into college was bad, it had nothing on meeting his friend of months for the first time. A friend that he didn’t even know the name of.

Oh god.

Peter arrived to the coffee shop ten minutes early and spent five of those ten minutes feverishly checking that he got the right place and time and date. He chose an outside table, so hopefully, he’d be recognized more easily. Since he couldn’t exactly look out for someone he didn’t know the face of.

Peter spent the next five minutes playing on his phone, switching from app to app, not having the concentration to commit to anything.

After that, he began counting the minutes that his friend was late.

What if he’d been set up? What if it was just a big joke? What if they were going to scam him?

At seven minutes in of internal panicking, Peter’s attention was pulled from his phone by shouting.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! The professor would not shut up! I ran here, I’m so sorry!”

The young woman standing in front of Peter’s table did look like she’d run there. Her dark skin was flushed with adrenaline, frizzy black hair in a mess falling out of her hair tie. She blew it out of her face with a scowl. The woman practically threw her stack of binders and lose papers onto the table, revealing the Iron Man shirt she was wearing that hung loosely, slipping off of her shoulders.

Peter gave her a long, blank stare. “Are you…”

She plopped down in the chair across from Peter. “Hey, spider boy.”

Peter smiled so wide it hurt. It’d been a while since he’d worn a smile like that. “It’s just Peter. Peter Parker.”

The woman smiled back, extending her hand across the table. “Cool. I’m Riri Williams.”

[blxebxy-spxcemxn]

SO HERE’S THE IDEA’S THAT ME AND @stcrmclcud got done

Some sort of game,, idk yet,,, doesn’t know their inside one

Different problems for each character (Missing parts, glitching parts, + parts they don’t need ect )

Idk why but. Stan as some kind of stitched Frankenstein’s Monster-esque furry.

Just. a fucking DOG with different parts. And it’s Stan.

Kenny has,,, skeleton bits MAybe,,

Cartman cld have like. An error or glitch on one of his eyes, kind of in reference to the many theories that he has Kenny’s eye??

Sobs idc if my girl heidi isnt in the au but. If she is. Flowers. She’s just covered in flowers. Any blemishes she has. Flowers.

Craig possibly is rather glitches out around the eye and a few other spots around his body

Frozen @ some point in the game and can not pass that said part

Missing File.exe

Missing background in some places, that and or rather glitched up and hard to see

Moments of g l itching,,,

Are. Are we allowed to let Ken pull a sans and know they’re in a fucking game bc his file keeps getting more and more corrupted (hence his body having skeleton bits; he rots more and more after it gets corrupted). He warns everyone so they cld do something abt it bc eventually he will fade away or disappear.

Tweek’s voice is fucked up, possibly has a third eye behind all his hair

RANDY IS NOT IN THIS AU,, His file was deleted a whole while back due to him knowing too much and yada yada, No randy

Kyle probably doesn’t have a mouth lol,, Its more glitched than anything

Butters missing his eye’s, blind boy

“LETS PLAY”

Creek? In my au?? NO THANK YOU

SOBS

Token probably doesn’t exist sorry,,

Jimmy has no legs sadly,, Missing in his files

Very tempted to make eric behind the whole thing

He probably is honestly,,

Tbh i really like the idea of Eric having alters, and since this is more of a glitch kinda game? He cld shapeshift into them. Mitch Conner, the more prominent one, is just a bald guy with the SAME eye glitch as eric.

Gotta add scott tenorman to the game because I love him, Possibly half human half robot type shit

Clyde ….. Died, more than likely, Possibly before the glitched happen, causing Craig to be more bumbbed out then usual...Craig probably wears his Jacket

I want Jimmy,,,, to wear Token’s sweater around his waist. Bc now that you mention it, the same thing cld happen to Token too :0

Fuck I think the idea of the characters all looking super surreal pre-corruption, kinda like the npcs of Yume Nikki- i just. Gfdnmmbhfbhghg pls. hOLD ON LEMME JUST-

KINDA LIKE THEM. wait im gonna send a clearer version to you in dms

Lots of secrets, lots of secrets,,,

What if, like in ddlc, Cartman cld put shit in ur game files. Or the characters cld.

A lot of it is just. Cries for help.

Insert a drawing kenny made of himself (skeleton with a fucking 2 foot dong) and the rest is just. Crass handwriting saying “PLEASE HELP ME I’LL DIE AT THIS RATE” or smth.

The game has a dark sense to it, not having very much lighting, the ora around the whole place is dark and mostly everyone isn’t so happy

Cartman thought the place was a little TOO happy so that’s why he probably did it, wanting full control over the whole place and by that he’d need to make the town dark and shit so they’d throw out the mayor and that.

Most of the girl’s files are missing, but everyone knows them….you just can’t see them

Oof to reference Heidi’s “quitting [twitter]”,,, whenever Heidi’s mentioned the words ‘Quitter’ appear so it’s a rule that no one talks about her.

What im trying to say is she voluntarily deleted her own file.

SHE KILLED HERSELF, MAN.

Craig is more emotionless than ever

RUBY?? IDK HER. KAREN ETHER

Everyones just DEAD MAN.

Idk how it happened theyre just gone.

Eric ‘ the hacker ‘ Cartman

Cartman you Big Blubbery Bitch

Sometimes really high pitched screaming happens but everyones used to it so its okay

Part of why theyre used to it is because tweek screams at the same pitch as the other ringing screams so they cant tell

What if at

Eric probably got Heidi to help him delete everyone’s Files, Possibly blackmailing her with someone of some sorts ( idk rn ) and forced her to delete files and that’s when she also deleted herself not going to be able to stand knowing she did it

If craig or kenny or either one says her name enough the writing “please don’t. I don’t wanna come back” will be written among a bunch of “quitters” overlapping and making this big fucking patch of whatevers. A conversation can probably be initiated from there.

Only Craig and kenny remember Heidi

The game probably disappears after a while because of so many files being deleted the game won’t run properly and will be forced to shut down...aka ALL FILES are deleted. So MC or NEW KID has to fix that?? And stop Cartman bringing everyone back ( But clyde cause he died before the glitch )

It all looks like peaches and cream at first (the scenery), esp while new kid roams through, and then they meet the first character and their monstrous appearances.

Wld this game be in FIRST person or third like the south park games,,

Third person

clyde glitches in and out of the world but since his file is gone. dead. destroyed for good and it really fucks with craig's mind bc he shouldn't even be here

OOOOO WHAT IF THE NEW KID CLD CHOOSE THEIR DESIGN LIKE IN THE OTHER GAMES

But you CANT be normal looking.

So like. Theres animal bits ummmmmm glitches,,,, your SKIn can be like. Really fucky.

Some characters don’t even have color to them, their just bland gray’s whites and blacks

If by chance bebe is in there,,, she probably has eyes all over her. In reference to people looking at her. Looking at her for too long results in a jumpscare of her shaking in tears and the words “PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT ME” appearing for like a split second. This is more likely to happen if you’re not engaging in conversation with her. (FUCK YES)

Kenny’s a filthy BODY PART THIEF

He steals ppls limbs so like he has his own skeleton-ish arms and then like four other ones

New kid having the option to hurt the people they meet

And Craig’s just like ‘ Nope ‘,, You choose the wrong people to hurt and Criag’s gonna get cha

[coresfour]

Magic

@umpeters: Can you please do a Carlos de vil imagine?? Where the reader is a daughter of rapunzel ? Thanks!

Rapunzel’s daughter, Y/N, runs into Carlos De Vil in one of the most unfortunate ways that results in her using her inherited powers from her mother

DISCLAIMER: Disney owns all characters and the plot that is used in this writing! These are not my own characters/plot as it is based off of Disney’s movie that is know as Descendants 1&2

warnings: a bit of blood mentioned, swearing, and Carlos just being too pure

word count: 1314

“Good job out there today, man.” Jay grinned, patting Carlos on his back before extending his arm behind Carlos to reach for his equipment back that had been laying on the locker room floor while they were practicing for their upcoming game against Rushmore Prep. 

Carlos sat on the bench that was placed between the two sets of lockers that lined the walls, holding a piece of cloth that had been blood soaked from the fall he had taken during practice. Carlos knew that Jay was only trying to make him feel better and boost his self esteem after what had happened. 

Carlos rolled his eyes up at Jay, swatting at his leg. Jay looked down at him, raising his hand in defense before letting out a small laugh. “Easy there, tiger. I know you fell in front of the whole team today, but that doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me, yeah?” Jay teased, raising his eyebrow at Carlos. Of course, Jay would tease him about something that had been so embarrassing to him. 

“I would keep pressure on it while you wait for someone to come check on it, okay?” Jay said, his tone filled with sympathy and concern this time. “I know. Do you know when they’ll be here? It hurts, badly.” Carlos hissed in pain and at Jay. Jay had always teased him about things, but that’s what most of their entire friendship was. 

“Sorry, I don’t know when they’ll show, but they said it shouldn’t be long. Will you be alright on your own?” Jay asked, slinging his equipment bag over his shoulders as he stared down at Carlos. Carlos nodded his head, gesturing for him to go before letting out a sigh. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. If you see someone while you’re walking out just tell them to hurry up, okay?” Carlos begged, trying to mask the pain with a soft smile. 

“Of course.” Jay smiled before ruffling Carlos’ hair, making his way towards the locker room doors briefly before a girl brushed past him, knocking shoulder with him.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She looked over his shoulder with concern written all over her face as Jay turned around to face her. Jay smiled, looking down at what was in the girl’s hands. 

The girl carried a medic kit in both of her arms with her fingers curled tightly around the plastic of the kit, her long hair falling in front of her face with a dress that nearly hit the floor. A frown was on her face as she studied his face just to make sure that he was actually okay and that she didn’t bump into him too hard. 

“Are you sure? I didn’t me-” She began to ramble before being cut off by Jay. “I’m fine and I think the person you should be making sure is okay is behind those lockers over there on the bench.” Jay pointed his finger, gesturing to where Carlos had been sitting with his hand still over the blood stained rag, hissing at the pain and occasionally cursing under his breath.

Y/N gave a small thank you to Jay before letting a small and shy smile spread across her lips. Y/N began to walk, turning the corner and what she saw next broke her heart into a million pieces. 

Carlos sat on the bench, holding the rag tightly around his wound that needed to be redressed as soon as possible. Carlos’ hair sprawled all over forehead, his head leaning up to the ceiling as he left a few curse words escape from his lips before looking down to check the wound again, hoping it was just a part of his imagination. 

Y/N decided enough was enough as she quickly rushed over to help the poor lad that was in desperate need of some medical attention. 

“Carlos, are you okay? How does it feel?” She frowned, kneeling in front on him on both knees as she gently reached out to take the rag from his hand that had been turned a deep red due to the blood that had seeped through. “It hurts like hell, that’s for sure.” He glanced down at the wound that was being exposed, tilting his head back up before squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

 Blood had always made him a bit dizzy. 

“Well, what I’m about to do now is going to sting a lot.” She set the medic kit on the floor before popping it open, reaching down to grab a piece of cloth and a travel sized bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Y/N poured a tiny bit on the cloth, taking in a deep breath. What was about to happen next would burn like hell. 

She placed the cloth on the wound as Carlos howled out in pain, his one hand balling up into a tight fist. Y/N removed the cloth from the wound, watching as it worked it’s magic just like she was about to. The cut on his hand wasn’t that bad and her mother did it for her father, so why couldn’t she do the same for Carlos?

Y/N was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t even notice Carlos was looking down at her with a puzzled look on his face. Y/N took in a deep breath before taking a big section of her, wrapping it around the wound on his hand tightly. 

Carlos parted his lips to protest and question what she was doing, but Y/N quickly shut him up before he could get anything out.  

“Flower, gleam and glow Let your power shine Make the clock reverse Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt Change the Fates' design Save what has been lost Bring back what once was mine 

What once was mine...”

Carlos stared in amazement as the girl began to sing, her hair illuminating the dark locker room. Y/N unraveled her hair from Carlos’ hand, looking down at the healed wound before grabbing at his wrist, turning his palm the other way so that it faced him. He was stunned. Had she just healed his wound with just a simple chant? 

“H-How did you do that?” Carlos questioned, his jaw dropping to the floor as he grazed his fingers around his palm, becoming dazed as if he was in a dream. There was no way that this girl had actually done the impossible and he began to think he had more than just a wound on his hand. 

“Just say thank you and let’s get out here, yeah?” She smiled, completely avoiding his question as she packed up the medic kit, throwing away the blood soaked rag and cloth in the trash can that sat snug in the corner. Y/N got up from her knees, pulling the medic kit to her chest as she watched the dazed Carlos grab his bag from the floor, slinging it over his shoulder. Carlos turned back to her, his lips trying to form the right words as he raised his finger at her. 

“What did you use? Are you a witch? Did you use a form of witchcraft?” A million questions were clouding up his mind and he just couldn’t wrap his head around that fact that she had just healed his wound that was bleeding just a few minutes ago.  

She let out a small giggle, beginning to walk towards the exit of the locker room before spinning herself around on her heels. Y/N tucked a few strands behind her ear, leaning against on of the lockers, her lips forming to create the words that would eventually leaving Carlos wanting more. 

“Magic.” Y/N winked, spinning back on her heels before waving over her shoulder to Carlos who stood there, completely mesmerized by the girl who had just healed him. 

It certainly wouldn’t be their last time crossing paths. 

AHHHHH !! I don’t know how I feel about this one, but I eventually might make another part to this??? Who knows ! I really like this one and I thought that making it short would be much more better than having it dragged out if that makes any sense? PLS LEMME KNOW IF THERE ARE ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS

[guavagyu]

always willing - k. minhee <3

Prompt: Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you’d like. I’m always willing to go further with you.

OMG IM LITERALLY GONNA CRY?? WHY IS MINHEE SO HOT ANYWAYS OK SO I STARTED WRITING THIS AT LIKE 5 AM AND WITH NOTHING IN MIND BUT THE PROMPT AND IM REALLY NERVOUS SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST POST WORK IDK THINGAMABOB (pls give feedback!!) SO HERE WE GO

i wanna dom minhee so bad and i was listening to heaven - taemin making this sooooooo...yea

pairing: softdom!reader x sub!minhee

warnings: fem!reader as well, riding and stuff, nipple and breast play, oral (f and m receiving), mommy kink, a smidge of humor in the beginning, cum eating, swearing!!, lowercase intended, & unprotected sex (wrap the swiggity swooty before coming for that booty) (omg pls tell me if there r more that need to be added!)

NSFW BELOW!! MINORS DNI!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION <3 also not proofread lmao pls lemme know if there are any noticeable errors or fixes that need to be made!

mini XL:

dhsakhkhdkshakhdjhajsd

reader:

?

mini XL:

sorry i was just uh

reader:

??

mini XL: 

uhhh hehehe

reader:

oml pls just tell me what ur think abt

mini XL:

i was thinking abt u..

reader:

what about me?

mini XL: 

uhhhh..nothing

reader:

if u dont tell me istg

mini XL:

OKOK FIEN I WAS THINKING ABSOUT YOUR LIPS AND LIKE US MAKUNG OUT QND LJKE STKFF LIEK HTAT..i just want u to kiss me

reader: 

are u sure a kiss is all you want? we can take it further, if you’d like. im always willing to go further with you. 

mini XL:

shit, come over please. ;(

         and before long, minhee opened his door to you standing before him, soon catching his lips into a rough yet passionate kiss, making your statement and getting your point across. you wanted him, and minhee had no opposition to that, he might’ve even wanted you more. mid-makeout you and hee dragged yourselves to his bedroom, settling into the soft cushions, you straddling him. he let out a moan when you started rolling your hips into his boner, however silenced by your connected lips. it was only then that you decided to remove your mouth from his and say, 

“fuck, have you always sounded that hot?” you panted, 

“uh, i dunno,” he shrugged, and you snorted,

“before we continue, are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked,

“yeah, i’m yours, all yours,” minhee looked into your eyes with pure lust,

“stop me if anything becomes too much, ok?” 

“shit, alright,” and your lips met again, with even more fire and heat than before. you tried your best to remove your clothing and his without parting your lips, but it was all in vain. minhee’s toned upper body gleamed in the moonlight peeking through the curtains, it was a spectacular sight. he looked impeccable, delicious even. you wanted nothing more but to have him fuck you into next year, but that’d be way too fast and over way too soon for the both of you. 

         all of your clothing was quickly taken care of as well, your nipples hardening from the chilly air. it sparked you, and you felt arousal pooling at your core. minhee's lips attached to one hardened nipple, before moving on to the next. you didn't expect to like it so much, but it ended up making you moan softly. after a few moments of attention paid, he reattached his lips to yours, engaging in what seemed like a kiss that lasted forever,

"uh, mommy?" the sudden title shocked you, but you also kinda liked it,

"yes, minhee?" you raised an eyebrow,

"can, i..uh.." minhee trailed off,

"words, babyboy," he groaned at the word,

"can i please eat you out, mommy?"

"look at you being so polite," minhee blushed "sure, eat me out, babyboy," you positioned yourself on the bed and got comfortable. he began by lapping at your core, moving his tongue between your folds, practically drinking your juices. your breathing got heavier as you clung onto minhee's soft hair as he began thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit. the longer he did this, the closer you got to your orgasm. soon, with a low groan, you released, minhee happily taking it all in. with a semi-loud swallow,

"you-you tasted so good mommy," he panted, and you chuckled,

"do you want mommy to suck you off now? you look a little..neglected," you smiled, minhee blushing hard before softly nodding. that being said, you two switched positions, you being above him now. his dick was angry, red, and leaking with precum. you began with a few kitten licks, which earned a few soft whines from minhee,

"please don't tease, mommy," he wriggled, and you skipped the foreplay. you began eagerly sucking and taking in all that you could manage, and minhee's moans increased in volume and frequency. you started to suck harder and began bobbing your head up and down, leading to minhee quickly cumming in your mouth with a loud moan soon after. you swallowed it all and brought minhee in for a soft kiss, his cum seeping into his mouth, letting him taste his release,

"can i ride you, babyboy? or are you still too sensitive?" you giggled,

"no mommy, i think i can take it," he looked at you,

"alrighty, please tell me if you want to stop for any reason, okay?" you looked at him seriously, and he nodded. you shifted, now facing him, and slowly sank down onto his dick. you groaned at the stretch, and minhee moaned at your tightness enveloping him. you quickly found a suitable pace for the two of you, minhee gradually becoming a moaning mess as he headed towards his second release, and you shortly behind him. he began thrusting with every bounce in a desperate measure to reach his orgasm faster, and it did help. you two soon came together, your sweaty body collapsing onto his equally sweaty body, panting in the attempt to catch your breath,

"in a few minutes, wanna take a shower and have round two?" minhee panted,

"s-sure," you panted harder, you two soon getting up from the bed, and heading into the bathroom for a shower, and round two.

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